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mldrgrl · 4 years ago

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The New Addition

by: mldrgrl rating: PG-13 Summary: Hanella welcomes a guest for the weekend

Even more rare than a call from Becca was a FaceTime. Texting was more her style. So, when Hank picked up his phone and saw the incoming video call, he answered immediately.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“That’s how you answer your phone?” Becca said. “Why does something have to be wrong?”

“Many apologies, Daughter, but the infrequency with which you grace us with your face from a remote location are rare as natural breasts on a porn star.”

“Do you think that’s an appropriate thing to say to a daughter, Father?”

“Fuck no, but surprise calls make me nervous. What’s up, Kitten?”

“Don’t ever call me that again. Is Stella there?”

“Yeah, I think she was grading some exams or something, hang on.” Hank turned away from the phone and leaned over the sofa to try to see down the hall to the back room she was using as a study. “Stella! Stelllllllaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”

“Oh my god, why are you screaming at her?” Becca said.

“I like to take the opportunity to rehearse my Stanley Kowalski impression when I can. Here she comes.”

Stella came down the hall with her hands on her hips and her brows raised. Hank held his phone up so she could see Becca on the screen and she immediately dropped her hands from her hips and softened her brows, but she quickened her step.

“Becca, darling,” Stella said. “What’s the matter?”

“This is why I only text,” Becca said.

“Well, if you called more, we wouldn’t think shit had hit the fan somewhere.”

Hank opened up his arm as Stella came around to the sofa and sat down. She leaned against him and he adjusted his grip on the phone so they were both in the frame and so that she could also see Becca.

“I have someone I want you to meet,” Becca said.

“How the hell did you meet someone during a pandemic?” Hanks asked. “Oh my god, are you online dating? You know those people usually turn out to be serial killers.”

“Dad!”

“Darling, don’t worry, it’s still statistically a very low probability even if related crimes have been on the rise. Give me his name and social security number and I’ll run a background check.”

“Or her,” Hank interjected. “We’re still holding out hope she’s a lesbian.”

“This is the last time I am ever calling you,” Becca said.

“Does your mother know about this guy?”

“Or girl,” Stella added.

Becca sighed and rolled her eyes. She leaned down and tilted her phone at the same time so the view was of her ceiling and then she came back into frame with a small, brown poodle. “This is Ziggy,” she said. “A friend of a friend of mine was giving away her dog’s puppies and I picked him up this morning.”

“Lovely,” Stella said. “He’s very handsome.”

“I haven’t even met him, but I guarantee this is my favorite guy you’ve ever introduced me to,” Hank added. “Now you’ll be far too busy for online dating.”

“I’m not online dating, but I’m wondering if you can do me a favor?”

“What’s the favor?”

“Next month I have the writer’s retreat scheduled upstate. It’s just for a long weekend, Friday to Monday, can you watch Ziggy for me? He’ll probably be housetrained by then. Maybe. Hopefully.”

“Of course,” Stella answered, as Hank also said “Not a chance.”

Becca grimaced slightly. “It’s just that I’d really rather not have to put him in a kennel. I guess I can call Mom and see if she can pick him up, but it’s so far.”

Stella squeezed Hank’s knee. “You don’t need to call Karen,” she said. “We would love to watch him.”

“Fine,” Hank said.

“Thank you.” Becca smiled and held the dog closer to the phone. “Ziggy says thank you as well.”

Hank ended the call and then turned to look at Stella. She tipped her head back to look at him as well. He tried to scowl and she smiled.

“Why did you say no?” Stella asked.

“Why did you say yes?” he countered.

“I asked you first.”

“I asked you second.”

“Because I don’t see a reason to say no.”

“Because I got her a dog once and where do you think that dog is now?”

“I wouldn’t know, where is it?”

“I have no fucking idea, that’s the point. I went through all the trouble to steal the little fucker from the boyfriend of this woman I was...uh, actually it’s irrelevant how I acquired the dog, let’s just say I got a dog for Becca and fuck if I know what happened to the late, great Cat Stevens.”

“What in the world does Cat Stevens have to do with it?”

“That was the dog.”

Stella patted Hank on the knee and then tried to get up from the couch, but Hank pulled her back down. “I have to grade papers,” she said.

“I just wanted to make sure you knew about the naked shower party I’m having tonight.”

“Wouldn’t any shower party be naked by virtue of being a shower party?”

“That’s a very good point, Sherlock. I’d revise the invitation, but I’d rather just be redundant.”

“Mmhm.” She pushed on his knee and this time he let her up. “Text me the details, I need to get back to grading.”

“What, like a dick pic?” he called after her.

She glanced over her shoulder at him with one eyebrow raised. He waited until she was back in the study to unbutton his jeans.

*****

Becca dropped the dog off on a Friday morning, bright and early. Stella was awake to prepare for one of her classes, but Hank was still asleep. He didn’t hear the drop-off, but when he woke up and wandered into the kitchen to make coffee, he tripped over the dog, stubbed his toe, and shouted a ‘motherfucker’ so loud he was pretty sure he was going to get scolded for it later. The dog ran away.

“Yeah, you better run,” Hank mumbled, limping to the coffeemaker. “Fuck.”

Stella startled him not a minute later when she smacked him on the ass. He jumped and rubbed at his stinging backside, turning to her with a pout. She was holding the dog in her arms and it was whimpering and holding on to her neck with its head turned away from him.

“What was that for?” he grumbled.

“First, for shouting expletives whilst I was on a lecture.”

“I’m sorry, Sherlock, I didn’t mean to. Did they hear me?”

“No, fortunately, I was on mute. There are student presentations today. Which I must return to.”

“The damn dog tripped me and I stubbed my toe. It might be broken.” He leaned against the counter and lifted his foot up to show her his foot. “See.”

Stella reached out and took a light hold on his toe. He made a face at her and she gave it a rough tug to which he yelped and pulled his foot back.

“You’re fine,” she said.

“You’re mean.”

“Please don’t make enemies with Becca’s dog for the weekend.”

“He started it.”

Stella handed the dog over to Hank and gave it a scratch on the head before she walked away. “I put the instructions on the refrigerator,” she said. “Give them a read and then make yourself useful and take him for a walk.”

Hank pulled a sheet of instructions out from the magnet on the refrigerator and read through them. They were very detailed. Too detailed. He wanted to crumble them up into a little ball and burn them.

“Ridiculous,” he said to the dog. “When we left Becca with the babysitter the only unwritten rule was just not to kill her. You’re a dog, you should be pretty self-sufficient. Just don’t piss on the rug and don’t shit in any of my shoes and we’ll get along fine. Deal?”

The dog twisted and wriggled in Hank’s arms to be put down and so Hank put him on the floor. The dog sat down and then lifted a paw to scratch at Hank’s knee.

“Make up your mind, Zig. Up or down, what do you want?”

The dog barked once and then sneezed.

“I don’t speak canine.”

Ziggy whined softly and pawed at Hank’s knee again. The coffeemaker beeped behind Hank and he turned around to shut it off. He poured the coffee into a travel mug and left the cap off so it could cool a bit.

“Okay, Stella says you need a walk,” he said. “I need to put some pants on. Don’t lay anywhere where you blend into the floor. I need my toes.”

The dog followed Hank into the bedroom and immediately jumped on the bed. Hank shooed him off and undaunted, he explored from corner to corner, sniffing the walls and the furniture and the clothes on the floor. Hank snatched up the jeans Ziggy was nosing and put them on. He grabbed a fresh t-shirt from the closet and then went to dig through a duffel bag that Becca left for the dog’s leash.

It took Hank several attempts at getting the harness onto the dog. Number one, because he kept stepping out of it as soon as Hank got it on one foot. Number two, because he initially put it on backwards and didn’t know how the clip could possibly work when it was under the dog’s chest. He finally figured it out though and it seemed secure. He grabbed his keys, his wallet, a mask, and the coffee and headed to the elevator.

The half an hour walk with Ziggy made Hank understand the meaning of the term ‘boundless energy.’ If it wasn’t for the coffee, he couldn’t be sure he’d have made it. When they got back, he unclipped the dog from his harness and even though it felt like they’d just run a marathon, Ziggy dashed across the room and hurdled himself onto the sofa where Stella was now sitting. To Hank’s surprise, Stella laughed as she dodged excited kisses from the dog and didn’t scold him at all or tell him to get down.

“I am exhausted,” Hank said, collapsing onto the sofa beside Stella. He grimaced and let out a pained ‘oof’ as the dog stepped on his crotch and up onto his chest. “Fuck me, this dog is trying to kill me.”

“Have a nice walk?” Stella asked.

“That thing had to piss every five feet and terrorize all the squirrels and pigeons in the neighborhood.” Hank pushed Ziggy away when he tried to lick his chin and the dog laid down on his chest, panting hot and heavy in his face.

“How’s your toe?”

“What toe? Oh. Not broken, I guess.”

“Lovely.”

“He is a total chick magnet though,” Hank said, waggling his eyebrows at Stella. “Ladies were flocking to me like flies to honey. Almost got a few numbers.”

“Oh?”

“Don’t worry I told them my wife would kick my ass before she let me take a hot girl’s phone number.”

“I think I might join you for this afternoon’s walk.”

Hank chuckled and nudged Stella’s leg with his knee. “Kidding, Sherlock. Some kid did ask me if Ziggy had an Insta and then had to explain to me that any dog who’s anydog has an Instagram account and we should get on it the sooner the better if we want him to be a doggie influencer.”

“A what?”

“That’s what I said.”

“Looks like you have a new nap partner.” Stella inclined her chin towards the dog, who had dropped his head down to Hank’s shoulder and let out a deep sigh as his eyes closed. She smiled a little and stroked the dog’s back a few times.

“I didn’t know you liked dogs so much,” Hank said.

“More of a cat person, really. I don’t mind them though.”

“Did you read that list Becca left? It’s more complicated than the Treaty of Versailles.”

Stella chuckled. “It is a rather overly complicated schedule. For a dog.”

“I say fuck the list. I kept her ass alive for the requisite 18 years without a list, I can probably handle a dog for a weekend.”

“Tell that to Cat Stevens.”

“Oh yeah. Wherever the fuck he is. Okay, maybe we better stick to the list. Though I would like to point out, Cat was Becca’s dog.”

“Maybe that’s why she made a list this time.”

*****

Ziggy was sound asleep when Hank turned off the lights in the main room. The dog was passed out on his back, in his bed beside the couch, tongue lolling out of his mouth. Hank tiptoed past him into the bedroom and quietly shut the door. Stella was in the bathroom brushing her teeth. He came up behind her and pressed her into the counter with his hips, sneaking his hands up her shirt to massage her breasts.

Stella grunted slightly through her nose and pushed her hips back into Hank’s. She put her hand up to hold her hair back and Hank pulled his hands out from her shirt to do it for her. She leaned over to spit into the sink and he held her hair with one hand and stroked her neck with the other.

“Thank you,” she said.

Hank finger-combed Stella’s hair up into his fist at the top of her head while she wiped her mouth and then he let it go and rubbed her shoulders. She turned around and he held her by the hips.

“Where’s the dog?” she asked.

“Outside smoking a cigarette.”

“Do you think he should go outside once more?”

“He’s dead asleep. He was like…” Hank imitated the dog, rolling his eyes back and sticking his tongue out of the side of his mouth.

“You’re the one that was worried about him urinating on the rug.”

Hank pouted his lips and then nodded. “Fine, I’ll take him upstairs. But, you better be naked when I come back, or else I’m sleeping on the couch with the dog.”

“I don’t think that’s the threat you believe it to be.”

Hank narrowed his eyes and pinched Stella’s hip before putting his mouth to her neck and nipping lightly at the back of her jaw. She laughed and pushed at his chest until he let her go. He playfully slapped at her backside on the way out of the bathroom and she swatted his hands away.

The dog was still sleeping when he opened the door, but he whistled softly and Ziggy startled to his feet and then shook himself. “Come on, hairball, we’re going outside.” He snapped his fingers a few times and the dog followed him to the door to the roof.

Ziggy was hesitant on the stairs, taking them slowly and pausing every few steps to get his footing as he hopped up. He ran around the newly landscaped deck, sniffing just about every nook and cranny and lifting his leg on half of them. It had gotten chilly since the sun went down and Hank, in bare feet and a t-shirt, hopped up and down a few times and rubbed his arms as he called the dog back.

Hank was forced to carry the dog down the stairs when he wouldn’t budge from the top. He made a few false starts, but ultimately sat down and wouldn’t move. When he put him down, Ziggy stared up at him and then stayed closed to his legs as he went back to the bedroom.

“You, stay,” Hank said, pointing to the dog bed.

Ziggy sat down next to the bed. Hank closed the door. Stella was sitting up in bed, reading a magazine or journal, which she set down on her lap and took her reading glasses off.

“Did you really think that’s going to work?” she asked.

“He’s fine.”

Before Hank even finished, Ziggy was yelping and scratching at the door. Stella raised her brows and Hank sighed. He opened the door and the dog came flying through, jumped on the bed and leapt onto Stella with his paws on her chest, wagging his tail and kissing her cheek and chin.

“Settle, darling,” Stella said, turning her face away and pushing the dog back. He gave a whining bark as he dropped down.

“Do they make ritalin for dogs?”

“He’s just a baby.”

Hank kicked the dog bed into the bedroom and then pushed it against the wall with his foot. “Go get in your bed,” he said.

Ziggy laid down where he was, next to Stella. He put his head on his paws and lifted his eyes up at Hank.

“Now he’s giving me puppy dog eyes,” Hank said.

“Shockingly, I believe that’s where that term came from.”

“Well, I don’t like it. It’s too effective.”

“Resign yourself to the fact that we have a little guest for the weekend.”

Hank grumbled under his breath as he went to the bathroom to get ready for bed. He stripped to his jockey shorts and snapped off the overhead lights on his way back. Ziggy looked up from beside Stella like Hank was the intruder. He even had the audacity to give a little growl when Hank leaned over to give his wife a kiss. Annoyed, Hank flopped onto his back and the dog scooted closer and rested his head on his arm.

“Oh, now you want to be nice,” Hank said, reaching over to scratch the dog on the head. “I’m surprised Becca hasn’t called.”

“What do you mean?”

“To check up on the dog or let us know she made it to the retreat.”

“She’s been texting me all day.”

“What? What did she want?”

“Checking up on the dog.”

“She doesn’t trust us?”

“You didn’t question her motivations five seconds ago when you were surprised she hadn’t called.”

“I like to be fickle to keep you on your toes.”

Ziggy sighed and squirmed until he was on his back, all four paws limp in the air. Stella chuckled and rubbed his chest before she closed her magazine and tossed it onto the nightstand.

“We’re letting this thing stay up here, then?” Hank asked.

“Yes.”

“I think I’m more of a cat person too.”

*****

Hank was surprised that the dog was no trouble during the night. He woke briefly when Stella, always an early riser, got up and said she was going to take Ziggy for his morning walk and when she got back, would be entering in project results into her electronic gradebook for a bit. He grunted in response and mumbled a reminder to leave him some coffee.

When he finally woke fully, left the bedroom far more cautiously than he had the previous morning. Ziggy was nowhere to be found, but as soon as he started puttering in the kitchen, the dog appeared. Hank crouched down and gave him a few scratches.

“What were you up to, hm?” he asked. “Getting into trouble?”

Ziggy followed Hank as he went to the bedroom, most likely interested in the piece of toast in his hand. Hank held the toast between his teeth, wiped his hands on his jeans, and picked up his phone from the nightstand to text Becca.

Morning sweetheart. The furball is good. Not to worry. Haven’t shipped him off to a kennel yet and probably won’t. Have a good time at the retreat.

Hank took a bite of his toast and then tore a piece off and tossed it to the dog. Ziggy caught it mid-air. About thirty seconds later, he heard Stella calling his name and he snapped his fingers at the dog to get him to follow him out of the bedroom.

“What’s up?” Hank asked, and shoved the rest of the toast into his mouth.

“What did you say to Becca?”

“Hm?” he mumbled, mouth full.

“She just texted me and said you’ve implied the dog has been sent to a kennel and wants proof of life.”

“No I didn’t,” he said. “I said I haven’t sent the dog to a kennel so she doesn’t need to worry.”

“Why would you say that to her?”

“So she wouldn’t worry.”

“Well, she’s worried.”

“That’s not my fault.”

“I’ll send her a photo. Ziggy, come here, darling.”

Stella kissed the air a few times, but Ziggy thought trying to be caught was a game. He bounded away from Stella and then stopped and bowed down, his hind end in the air and tail wagging. She patted her knee for him to come, but he just jumped a few feet to the left and went back into the same pose.

“I’ll get him.” Hank started towards the dog and Ziggy barked and then ran to the kitchen. Hank ended up chasing him around the butcher’s block several times before he was able to catch him, but keeping hold of him was difficult. “Stay still, Zig.”

Stella knelt down and quickly opened the camera on her phone.

“What’re you doing?” Hank asked.

“Taking a photo.”

“A selfie?”

“Do you have another suggestion?”

“I don’t know, I don’t do selfies. Unless they’re dick pics.”

“Yes, I am aware, but we won’t be sending your daughter a photo of your penis.”

“Well hurry up, this guy is a bitch to hold onto.”

“Smile, darling.” Both Stella and Hank smiled as she held down the photo button, but Ziggy wriggled and squirmed.

“Anything usable?” Hank asked, setting the dog free.

“A little blurry, but they should suffice.” Stella got up and texted the photos to Becca. “She says thank you, and for you to never fucking text her again.”

“Brat.”

“You started it.”

*****

The day passed. They took the dog to the park. He napped when they got back. Hank worked on his book. Stella worked on a report for her class. In the evening, they lit a fire in the new firepit on the roof and cuddled up on the daybed with the dog between them.

“Should we get a cat?” Hank asked.

“Do you want a cat?” Stella countered.

“Not really.”

“Me neither.”

“It is kind of nice having this little hairball around though. Not that I want him to stay. He’s also annoying as fuck. But, nice to have around. For an hour or two. When he’s asleep.”

“Kind of like you.”

“Hey!”

Stella laughed and Hank pushed her down onto the bed, rising to his knees to lean over and nuzzle her neck. It was a ticklish spot for her, especially when caressed lightly, and it made her laugh harder. Ziggy barked from where he was wedged beside Stella and under Hank. He wiggled out from under them and then jumped on Hank’s back with his front paws, barking and growling.

“Relax, man,” Hank said, rolling to one hip off of Stella.

“He’s being a good protector,” Stella said, laughing when Ziggy nipped at the blanket over their legs and tried to pull it away.

“He’s being a cockblocker.” Hank wrestled the blanket back from the dog and then grabbed him under the chin, giving him a few firm scratches. “You know what, Zig? You be a cockblocker. You be the best cockblocker you can be, at Becca’s place. Cockblock the shit out of Becca, okay?”

Ziggy barked and wagged his tail.

“Good boy,” Hank said. “Good little cockblocker.”

“Don’t say that to him,” Stella said.

“Why not?”

“One day you will need to face the fact that your daughter is a grown woman who deserves a healthy sex life.”

“Oh my god, I’m going to throw up.” Hank groaned and flopped down onto the bed with his arm over his eyes. “Consider me officially cockblocked.”

Stella moved up onto her hip this time and put her arm over Hank’s chest. She kissed his chin and then pulled his bottom lip between her teeth. He grabbed her around the waist and grunted softly into her mouth. Ziggy trampled the both of them and stuck his cold nose into Hank’s cheek.

“Gah!” Hank groaned.

The licked furiously at the both of them and Stella released Hank’s lip with a laugh and a scrunched face. She buried her head down into Hank’s neck while curling into his side and Ziggy tried to wedge his snout down to keep licking her face.

“We are officially never, ever, ever, ever getting a dog,” Hank said.

“No argument from me,” Stella answered, sliding away from the dog and Hank and stepping off the bed. “Meet me downstairs and I guarantee you won’t be cockblocked.”

“Oh?”

“Naked shower party for two in ten minutes.”

“The naked is redundant!” he called after her as she walked away. He waited until she had started down the stairs to take Ziggy’s face in his hands. “Listen. This is a cockblock free zone, you got that? Keep it up and you just may end up like Cat Stevens. We good?”

Ziggy gave a short, gruff bark and then lifted his paw. Hank nodded and they shook on it. He got up and let Ziggy explore the roof for a few minutes while he folded the blanket up and put out the fire. Not for long though. He had a naked party to get to and he didn’t want to be late.

The End

#i wrote this #hanella #humor #DOGS #hank moody #stella gibson

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michals · 3 years ago

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Can I request some Luther and Vanya scene please

I had a more solemn, angstier idea for this then thought, naw, I'm just gonna let 'em hang out, haha. This is the album in the fic btw.

Allison jokingly calls them ‘playdates’ no matter how many times Diego protests and rolls his eyes. But Vanya has to agree with her, they really are kind of like playdates. Since the big reunion that was the end of the world…ends of the world, the seven of them have spent plenty of time together as a whole – usually in the form of family dinners that turn into all night group therapy sessions involving a lot of booze. But besides that they’ve gotten into the habit of breaking off into twos, spending more time one on one with each other. Playdates.

There isn’t a schedule for it but somehow Vanya always finds herself with Luther on Tuesdays. This Tuesday the record shop down the street from her apartment reopened after a remodel and it just seemed like something he’d like.

She was right, Luther walks out of the store with a stack at least 20 records tall. She thinks he probably made the shop owner’s whole week. A lot of the talk of 80’s rock divas and synth bands were lost on her but Luther enjoyed himself.

“Seriously I’ve been looking for this forever,” Luther says excitedly, holding up the one on the top. Vanya’s never heard of The Hothouse Flowers but then again she’s more a Mozart fan.

“You’re gonna run out of space in your room soon,” she tells him.

“Oh I’m converting dad’s office,” Luther says nonchalantly. “Like a music library or something.”

Vanya’s surprised, the Great Purge of the Academy mansion has been extensive yes, but so far dad’s office and bedroom have remained mostly off limits. That Luther’s the one to finally take that step is a good sign, she thinks proudly to herself.

Luther walks her home without it being a question. It’s early November now and the temperature dropped from mild to ‘good lord it’s fucking cold out I had to actually wear pants today’ – as Klaus puts it – in a matter of days. Vanya’s already broken out her thickest coat that looks like she’s smuggling something underneath.

“Want a beer?” she asks when they reach her place.

“Yeah, sounds nice,” Luther answers, stepping in behind her. She doesn’t really need to offer anything, Luther’s welcome to just hang out, because they do ‘hang out’ now. She spent over a decade out in the world but she’s never had a lot of friends. ‘Hanging out’ with everyone has been a welcome addition to her life.

She shucks her shoes but not her coat when they get inside the apartment, Luther awkwardly attempts to unlace his boots until Vanya takes the records from him. She makes sure he sees how delicately she places them on the counter.

He takes a seat on the couch, the same place he usually sits, as Vanya goes to the fridge. “I’ve got grapes and some pretzels too if you’d like some.”

“No no, I’m fine,” Luther says unconvincingly. Vanya nods like she believes him but takes the bag of pretzels with her, the beers in her other hand. He takes the beer then eyes the pretzels for a second before taking a handful. Vanya holds back a sly smile, she likes that she knows him well enough now.

They sit for a moment in silence as they open the bottles and take a drink. Then Luther looks around, brow furrowed.

“Is it really cold in here?”

She laughs, she was wondering if he was even going to notice. Super endurance and all. “Yeah, it is, sorry.”

“Do you…not want the heat on?”

“Radiator’s broken,” she says with a shrug, “I’ve told the super about it and he told me he’ll get to it.” (She’d mentioned it to Diego a couple days ago at lunch and had to insist that no, she doesn’t need him to ‘intimidate’ him for her, thank you though.)

Luther looks to the radiator across the room like he’s trying to see what’s wrong with it from here. He points and tentatively asks, “Can I?”

Vanya’s a bit taken aback, she has no idea what he can do about it but she gestures, says, “Yeah go ahead.”

Luther goes to the radiator, looks it over and then unceremoniously drops to sit cross legged in front of it. He looks down at the gasket that’s covered in rust.

“You have a wrench?”

Vanya almost laughs at that. “The only tool I have here is a corkscrew.” She’s never been all that handy.

Luther purses his lips, kind of shrugs and wraps his hand around it and turns. Who needs a wrench when you have super strength?

“Bucket and a rag?”

Those Vanya can provide, she grabs them from under the sink and brings them over. Luther fiddles with the gasket for second, puts the bucket under it and with another twist a stream of air bursts out of it and water sluices into the bucket. Vanya just watches in interest. After a moment the air stops and Luther replaces the gasket, wipes the water from it.

“Try it now,” he says. She turns the thermostat on for the first time in nearly two weeks. “Give it a second.”

She brings his beer over, hands it to him with a curious look. “How’d you know how to do that?”

He shrugs, “The one in the bedroom hallway broke a couple years ago, I had to figure it out.”

She tilts her head as she considers this. “Luther do you know how to fix other stuff?”

He gives another shrug. “Well, yeah I suppose. The house is pretty old.”

She’s never had to consider it before but now that she hears it it makes perfect sense. She’d never actually seen a repairman or a plumber or any kind of worker in the mansion though she’s sure there must have been a couple, she can’t imagine dad debasing himself to fix a clogged sink. But Luther’s lived in that house his whole life, it figures he’d taken over the upkeep of it.

“Why?” he asks, taking a sip of his beer, “Anything else broken?”

She lets out a sigh that turns into a laugh. “Well, the intercom’s never worked, and the latch on that window broke off – that’s how Mrs. Kowalski’s cat keeps getting in. Oh and the oven never gets very hot.”

Luther frowns in confusion. “You pay to live here right?”

She smiles again and it’s her turn to shrug. “I do, yeah. I know I should probably pester Dillion – the super – more but…” Honestly she hasn’t thought about it much, those problems have been around for a long time and she’d just learned to live with them without making a fuss, she used to be like that. It’s not til right now that she realizes she doesn’t have to anymore. She’s gotten a lot better at making a fuss.

“I can fix those,” Luther says.

“Really? Even the intercom?”

Luther tilts his head, says humbly, “I mean I did rebuild the towncar’s engine, it can’t be harder than that.”

And now Vanya’s really surprised. “The whole engine?”

“I, uh, had a lot of time on my hands,” he says sheepishly. And that does make her feel sort of bad. He’d been hidden away in that house for so long, she hadn’t spared it a thought back then. For all her own isolation, even after she left, she’d never considered that her brother was feeling it too.

Luther holds his hand up to the radiator, “Looks like it’s working now.”

Vanya puts her hand by it too, relief hitting her as she feels it heating up, she won’t have to sleep in her coat tonight. Luther gets to his feet, Vanya pretends to help though she knows he outweighs her by her whole body weight. He makes to go back to his seat when Vanya asks:

“You wanna put the record on?”

Luther’s eyes practically light up, “Yeah?” He’s already starting towards the stack on the counter, “This is their best album, debut, 1988.”

She takes her seat on the armchair, takes some pretzels as Luther goes on some more about the record as he carefully places it on her (admittedly very cheap) record player and starts it up. He gives a satisfied little nod as the song starts then returns to his place on the couch.

Vanya sits back and listens for a bit, and yeah, it’s not quite her style but Luther’s smiling.

“Next Tuesday?” she asks, “For the intercom?”

He settles back into the couch, “Yeah, Tuesday’s good.”

#tua fic #umbrella academy fic #the umbrella academy #luther hargreeves #vanya hargreeves #there's no actual significance to me picking that album by the way i just like it #there's an easter egg in here i know no one in the world will get but it amused me #t.ua #my fic

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gwens-fiction · 3 years ago

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So this is a snippet from chapter 16 of my fanfic, A Scientific Match. I really enjoyed writing this romance scene as I think it also really highlights some of how this is an enemies to lovers couple. @tearsnyearning

For context: this is at a Halloween party. Kowalski is dressed as a cat, Blowhole/Francis as a vampire.

However, instead of answering her, Blowhole grabbed Kowalski by the flipper and rolled away with him. He looked down into two very thankful bright blue eyes. "So who was that?" he asked as he pressed a button on his Segway console. A small stage attachment assembled itself at the front of the Segway.

"Blue. An evil genius chicken that I had hoped was over me. I flirted with her twice to provide a distraction… But apparently she's hung up on me." He shook his head. "She's not my type though, " he then added, looking back at Blowhole.

The dolphin put him down on the stage. "I would have been over sooner, but there was a party crasher that distracted me."

"It's fine." He smiled at him and looked at the mini dance floor. "So… Is this your way of asking me to dance, Francis?"

"Who said I was giving you an option?" He grinned at him. "You do know how to tango, right?"

"Yeah."

"Good." He pulled him closer as the song began. "So let's make our exes seethe with jealousy, Mittens."

"I'm nOt bEIng A scArEdY cAt!"

Blowhole twirled him and pulled him close once more. "Perhaps I just wanted to fluster you."

"Cod, you're evil." Kowalski attempted to push him away, but Blowhole grabbed his flipper.

"Oh don't play innocent. You walked into this with eyes wide open. You knew I was evil from the beginning, and yet here you are. Obviously it's not a turn off for you."

Kowalski's feathers rustled and he avoided eye contact as he was brought close once again. "No…It's not a turn off."

Blowhole leaned in closer. "And I know you like my smiles, " he whispered.

The peng-u-in stepped back on the mini floor with widened eyes. "How do you—"

"Well, for starters, you mumble in your sleep." He moved forward.

"Oh cod."

Blowhole chuckled, twirling him and bowing him back. "That's not the only thing you do in your sleep, Mittens, " he murmured by his ear hole.

Kowalski looked at him. "What else—"

"You purr." He flicked the bell with a smirk and looked at his beak. He could kiss him now...But he wouldn't. He could tell Kowalski was expecting a kiss, but he'd keep him waiting.

Blowhole glanced around them and noticed they were being watched. "Maybe it's time to make that exit, " he then murmured instead, leaning Kowalski back up and twirling him. He pulled him close again.

"Always keep them wanting more." Kowalski winked at him.

"Hold on to your ears." He then grinned, pressing another button on the console. The floor dropped away from below them and they landed on a slick ramp a few feet below.

Kowalski held on tightly to Blowhole and the Segway. His cat ears were knocked off kilter by the rough landing onto the ramp. He looked at him, frowning. "A little more warning would be nice!"

"I told you to hold on to your ears."

"And how am I supposed to know that means we're going to be plummeting through the floor?!"

"Chillax, Mittens." He chuckled. "I had a good grip on you."

"NO I WAS THE ONE HOLDING ON TO YOU."

"Eh, same difference."

#the penguins of madagascar #tpom #penguins of madagascar #franski #fanfic #scene snippet

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warpriest-writings · 4 years ago

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Superman fanfic update.

Clark shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Two jobs in not even three months, he mentally kicked himself.

His file was being looked over thoroughly for the third time by the unemployment office lady, Mrs. Kowalski. “So, construction fell through, Mr. Kent.”

“I'm sorry.” he rubbed his thumbs together apprehensively.

“Mmhmmm, don't be sorry to me, Mr. Kent.” she said. “Shame, after telling me about how you and your father rebuilt the family barn after that tornado incident I thought you might like construction work.”

“It was going well, it's just…” he paused.

“You started showing up later and later, then not at all.” she finished.

He winced, there was no way he could tell her what he was really up to instead of making it to work on time.

“What's the matter, Mr. Kent? If there is something going on, issues, we have programs and departments to help people like you onto their feet.”

He shrugged, definitely more than a little frustrated at himself, “I, I'm not sure what to tell you?” he sighed.

“Well, we have your file open. If a factory position opens up this office will send you a call. The number on file is still up to date, yes?”

“Ye, yeah,” he looked over the paper she was showing him, “that's my number still.”

She nodded, “This is the third time I've seen you here in three months, Clark, if you want a minute of real advice. Go to college, there are loans and government grants, all sorts of stuff you could apply for. You're not lazy, and I know your not a dumb boy. I've looked over your files three times now and I know you graduated with an almost perfect grade point average, and that you volunteered with your mother since you were thirteen years old. You don't need another job you'll get bored off in two weeks, you need a career that engages you. Give it a thought, Clark.”

Mrs. Kowalski printed off several pages and stapled them. She set them next to his I.D and social in front of him.

Clark looked at the papers wide eyes, “I will...think about it, I mean. I'll think about it. Thank you.”

“You're welcome, Mr. Kent. Now, unless you have any other questions I think we are done here for today.”

“No, I think I'm good for now.”

“Have a nice day, Mr. Clark.”

With a nod, he smiled, “You too, Mrs. Kowalski.” With that the Farmer's son from Smallville grabbed his info and also the papers she printed out for him.

He left the office and out of the Metropolis government center, pausing to hold the door for an older man with a cane. “Why, thank you.”

“You're welcome.” he replied and started walking, wondering how he was going to eat tonight.

If I find seventy five cents I can buy a can of ravioli from the gas station. If I find a dollar fifty then I could also get a cup of coffee.

A career that engages me...Clark's thoughts raced, and kept returning to what the lady at the unemployment office told him. He gripped the papers in his hand tightly, maybe it was time to start looking into college. See what his financial aid options were-why was his shirt wet?

A lady gasped, "Oh my God, I'm so sorry!"

Clark snapped out of his thoughts, "Hmm?" Hot coffee was just spilt over his shirt and he pulled the material away from his skin, "Oh! It's alright, if isn't that hot." He reassured.

The concerned woman suddenly raised her eyebrow skeptically, "That was a fresh latte."

"Yeah, well, lots of layers." Clark said, "Cold weather."

She looked at him with a puzzled look, "Wait…." Her eyes widened, "Smallville?"

"I'm sorry, do I know you?" He asked

"Chloe Sullivan's birthday parties." She replied, "Your creepy friend tried to get a game of seven minutes in heaven going and my dad flexed on him."

Clark suddenly recognized her, "Lois, General Lane's daughter."

She laughed, "Just go by Lois Lane these days, never liked that stipulation."

He nodded, "Of course, Lois. How have you been?"

"Fine, at least until I walked into a brick wall, jesus, Smallville," she looked up at him, "What are they putting into the wheaties they feed you on that farm?"

Clark awkwardly cleared his throat, "Well, hard farm work, builds you up."

"Apparently." She said, "So, you're sure I didn't burn you?"

"I'm sure." He reassured her.

Lois sighed in relief, "Well, that's good, Smallville. What are you doing in Metropolis anyway?"

"Oh, well…" Clark paused, dwelling momentarily on uncomfortable memories, "I just needed a change. Some personal discovery stuff."

"Uh huh, hey I need to get another coffee, and you look like you could use one too. Come on, Kent."

Clark protested, "No, really. It's fine."

"I wasn't asking, Smallville. My treat." Lois said with effortless determination, she left no room for discussion and Clark haplessly followed along.

"Sundollar?"

"Yeah, no one wanted a latte from Lexbucks, go figure." Lois said strolling in.

"Lane!" The Barista said, "I thought you said you were cutting back on the caffeine."

"Cut back a little too much this morning, Bev. I, err, dropped my coffee." She said, standing next to the man in a wet shirt, smelling like a sundae was dropped in an espresso.

Bev nodded along, "And for Captain America?"

Lois glanced to him, expectantly.

Clark stood there a moment in silence before awkwardly exclaiming, "Oh! Black, please. Morning blend...if you have it."

#superman #fanfiction #dc comics fanfic

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drawbauchery · 5 years ago

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The Inherent Eroticism of Clowning

fic by cartoons-tothemoon

At some point, Rico realized that Kowalski wasn’t a smiler.

He wouldn’t call the guy happy or well-adjusted, but, then again, could he even call himself that? And he smiled all the time!

But Kowalski…

It wasn’t like he was an especially angsty guy, he was just…moody. Emotional. Maybe even more so than Private. Private had two modes that he volleyed through, and otherwise remained at a middle point of the emotional equilibrium where he was just…fine. Skipper’s emotional state also seemed to be apathetic unless under great stress. But Kowalski? Kowalski bounced back and forth between that spectrum, it might as well been like watching a tennis game.

It fascinated him on some level that their resident nerd seemed to share many of the same instabilities as he did, and on some level, he was able to find a kinship in that.

Of course, Kowalski was never receptive of such a friendship, and why would he be? It would mean, on some level, admitting to being some sort of freak. An overly-emotional basket case with some unexamined problems here and there.

Sure, it was fine to BE like that, but admitting to it meant some form of culpability. The only reason Rico usually didn’t have to deal with consequences like that was because Skipper didn’t usually bother over-examining the issues that laid before him or the little discipline he gave him was harsh and swift enough to be a simple slap of the cuffs for five minutes before Rico could go on with his life.

Kowalski wasn’t the type to receive a slap on the wrist. He was, for lack of a better word, good. Not morally good, but, good by the standards of the team. He could be building his third edition of a death ray, but as long as he stayed out of Skipper’s way in the morning he might as well be a saint.

Come to think of it, Kowalski stayed out of everybody’s way, pretty much. Sure, they ate meals together and watched movies, but unless Skipper called them together or he had something to show off, he mostly kept to himself. He was usually in his lab or in Private’s greenhouse…

These were the facts as Rico knew them. Kowalski was a paradoxically over-emotional logical man of science, who gave off the vibes of being a gifted student in grade school, and kept to himself.

And he wasn’t a smiler. Over-emotional, yes, overly positive emotions? Not quite.

Rico figured it was his job to change that.

———

Over breakfast that morning, Private and Skipper went through their strange morning charade of being simultaneously open and loving and incredibly repressed, which, made for good entertainment on slow days.

However, this was not going to be one of those slow days. He had the lofty goal of trying to make Kowalski not only smile, but laugh. Laughter was easier to gain without just simply asking than smiling. It was sudden and explosive, while smiling was quiet and demure. Not his style, but he was looking for something of the same effect.

And besides, to get a genuine smile out of him in the first place, what was he really going to do? Complimenting him would feel weird, and anything else felt like uncharted waters for a reason. He might be known as the impulsive and weird one, willing to dive into anything, but, that came to violence and action. Those things made sense to him. Social things, even benign ones like these with people who he has known for years, had their own rolling tides associate with them. He didn’t know if these seas would treat him unfavorably, but he would never truly know until he took the plunge.

As plates were set down on the table of some weird sort of Russian pancake that Private had found on the internet and had wanted to test out in the kitchen, a thing that seemed to make him rather proud, enthusiastic to try something new, Rico dropped a line in Kowalski’s direction he had found on the internet.

A spoon was dropped.

Private looked scandalized, his palms practically super-glueing themselves to his face in shock. Skipper looked a little horrified, eyes briefly flittering to Private to read his reaction. Yeah, he saw that. Kowalski seemed to share in this same look of horror, jaw agape, blinking once or twice to get a read on the situation before letting out something of a confused scoff? - He was guessing that was what it was - before he wrapped a hand around his mouth too and turned to the side to cough.

He couldn’t guess what his own face looked like, but he guessed it was a little vacant, at the least. didn’t see anything wrong with what he said, but he probably should’ve guessed he’d be wrong about that given his track record.

And that was how Rico once again found himself forever trapped in the ‘too horny on main’ corner that seemed to exist only because of him, with cold blintzes and an empty kitchen to return to.

He was forced to acknowledge it. In the event of being given the choice to sink or swim, he sunk. And everyone knew he did.

———

Upon reflection, Rico was starting to think that Kowalski might have been a happier person than he thought he was. He knows that whenever Private tells him a lame pun or joke, he gives a small laugh or two to keep him from getting discouraged. Not to mention, whenever Skipper praises an invention, be it an actual “good work, Kowalski!” or a back-handed “I like that it hasn’t killed us yet” seems to make him rather excited, though that could just be the pure enthusiasm he has when it comes to his work carrying him through a demonstration.

Come to think of it, Kowalski doesn’t smile a lot around him. He might if they’re in a group, when they’re all celebrating something with this big mob mentality thing going for them, but, otherwise. Nah.

Maybe this is because they don’t hang out a lot? He WAS banned from the lab. There was a sign and everything.

Maybe he just didn’t like him all that much? It’s not like he ever SAID anything really, but who could be for certain?

These were the things he had to think about while he braided Julien’s hair. Well, tried to, anyhow. He didn’t exactly understand how it worked, and no matter how many times Julien explained it to him, even that day, he didn’t think he was ever going to get it. However, on some level, it was their “thing” to do together, on days where they didn’t feel like doing anything but lounging around, but still wanted to do something more than watch TV. So, that seemed to be their afternoon, trying to figure out a French braid while he contemplated the emotional state of another man. It would sound almost scandalous if Julien didn’t know.

“You are like, the funniest guy on the planet,” Julien stated. “The idea that he can’t even shine a smile at you is a thing that is preposterous.”

Rico hummed at that, giving him a small head scratch that had Julien reaching for his hand to keep at the motion, but his mind was still somewhat elsewhere.

Julien probably only thought such a thing because he already liked Rico, and this love of his had made him dumb. Just yesterday he read online that he should microwave a metal spoon before having ice cream, so it’s easier to scoop out of the tin, and Kowalski had to save what he referred to as his “souped-up electromagnetic baby” from such an act as soon as the sparking had drawn his attention.

Yes, truly it was love that had made him dumb. Nothing else, be it circumstances nor his general careless nature, could be the cause of such a thing.

At least the microwave thing had made Julien laugh. Watching Kowalski scramble from his seat at the kitchen table to wrestle a uranium-powered microwave off the counter, forgetting in his panic that he could’ve simply unplugged the thing. Such an act toppled him over, almost crushing him underneath the device. Julien found the erratic movement funny enough to laugh, even if it turned Kowalski three shades of a flustered red in the face afterwards.

Rico was also there. He knew what was going to happen when Julien had suggested it, and wanted to watch the sparks fly with him. He should’ve expected Kowalski to prevent them from absolutely destroying his creation, but he didn’t expect that.

Perhaps Kowalski was full of surprises like that. Multi-faceted. A puzzle.

That almost frustrated Rico more. He HATED puzzles. He liked things direct. To the point. Muddling through ambiguity was just such a weird and fussy thing to him. There was a reason he was the only one in the group with a functional romantic relationship that was able to stand more than three months of time, but it wasn’t that easy.

For one, Julien had asked first.

For second…what was he even supposed to say? “Have you secretly hated me this entire time or are my jokes just simply that terrible that you can’t even smile in my presence out of principle?” That was too direct. That got to the heart of this weird insecurity that had only popped up in the last week, and Kowalski seemed like the type to be frightened by that kind of thing.

And besides, the last thing Rico wanted was to look insecure. The second last thing Rico wanted, though, was to BE insecure, so those two conflicting thoughts sort of kept him from taking action. Or, at the very least, taking action at this point in time.

He was considered sort of an absolutist in his own right. An all-or-nothing sort of guy. However, that didn’t mean he was incapable of walking the thin line of gray that lined the black and white.

He just wasn’t capable of doing that right now.

After all, he was trying to learn how to braid a French braid.

———

Rico decided to lay relatively low for the rest of the day. Nothing during lunch, no weird comments during dinner. Nothing.

Sure, he still talked, but, it was a casual sort of thing. All very shallow stuff like “hey, how was your day?” Or “hey, dinner was pretty good tonight.” You know, normal things that sounded so utterly strange out of him. He might as well have been flying a kite at night, that’s how unsavory he guessed it came off given the ire that Skipper gave him during dinner, though Private seemed to welcome it.

It was a movie night tonight, though, and it was Rico’s turn to pick, so he figured he’d take advantage of the situation he was in. Especially since Private and Skipper were busy making up the popcorn (why there needed to be two of them when they weren’t even using it as an excuse to make out, he’d never know) and Julien and Maurice were chilling in the other corner of the room, reading or looking at their phones or something of the sort.

He had to seize the opportunity that he had so carelessly squandered earlier.

Rico flickered through a bunch of action movies, a few catching his eye for later viewings, but none of them really appealing to him at the moment.

He turned to Kowalski and shrugged.

“Y-You got any n-nature docu-documentaries you’re lo-looking to watch?”

“Are you feeling alright?”

“O-Only if they’re, if they’re cool.”

Kowalski seemed a little surprised at this. He shrugged. “There’s one about anacondas I’ve been looking to watch.”

“A-Are you s-sure that isn’t m-meant f-for pri-private viewing?”

Kowalski had to take a second to think about it before returning slightly scandalized, though more mad than anything else really. “It’s the REPTILE. That’s a dated joke even by your standards.”

Rico laughed a little to himself before sobering up. “I g-guess I ha-have been acting, acting weird t-today.”

Kowalski regarded this at first dryly, but then with a touch more compassion than Rico thought he was capable of showing towards him. “Oh, uh,” he began elegantly.

Rico sighed. “There’s-there’s a lot of el-elements t-to how I’m f-feeling, ya know?”

It looked as if Kowalski was about to put a sympathetic hand on his shoulder, but he seemed to hesitate for a reason Rico didn’t understand that well, but also didn’t want explained.

“Yeah. L-lots of el-elements. H-hydrogen, Ox-oxygen, RadoN, Yttri-yttrium…The lot.” He sighed once more, trying to keep the smirk from sliding onto his face.

The hesitant hand that was at first drawn to Rico’s shoulder found a place under his chin as Kowalski slowly thought about what he said and how he compiled it together. When Kowalski realized, his eyes widened and Rico received a punch in the arm as Kowalski laughed, genuinely LAUGHED at such a stupid, corny science joke! He could’ve sworn Kowalski would’ve called him a son of a bitch as he did if he was that type of a guy. Seeing him laugh made Rico laugh too, with a sense of camaraderie that came with it, which kept Kowalski laughing as well in a sort of self-perpetuating cycle.

Rico let out a heavy breath as he had finally gotten it out of his system, and out of the corner of his eye, saw something he had never really picked up on before.

When Kowalski laughed, perhaps for too long, or maybe a little too much, or he just didn’t want anyone to pick up on it, he went to cover his mouth with his hand. It helped to mask the emotion somewhat, and it wasn’t the first time Rico picked up on the motion as a way to maintain a pokerface, but he saw it in a somewhat new light, so to speak.

He just had to be casual about it.

“Y-you do that every time?”

“What? Oh.” Kowalski said, hiding a smile behind his fist, though to call it hiding was generous in its own right, if not inaccurate. It was more of a self-soothing gesture. A comforting gesture, more than anything else. “Well, we can’t let you get too egotistical, huh.”

Then it took Rico a moment to think, and Kowalski used the time to grab the remote and select the documentary. When Kowalski pressed play, that’s when he realized it, “you mean this morning you-!?”

“Shh! It’s starting.”

———

“They didn’t even wait for the popcorn.” Private pouted, his arms wrapped around the largest bowl they could find in the kitchen.

“Did you hear how they were dancing around each other? Get a clue, am I right?” Skipper muttered as he grabbed a handful of popcorn from the bowl.

Despite their misgivings and their grumblings, they too soon could be found in front of the television for a movie night, even for a movie like this.

(I didn’t want to genuinely write out some sort of ass-clapping joke, but that’s probably the kind of joke Rico told. I know it in my heart, but with the ambiguity there you can kill the author who killed the previous author, so to speak and say what kind of joke he made. I capitalized the parts of the elements that spell out the secret message. You learn something new every day, but nobody ever said you learned something useful every day. You just happened to today. )

#cartoons-tothemoon #fics #submission #pom #yells into the void #KOWALSKI AND RICO ARE SO SMITTEN WITH EACH OTHER #and they are the ONLY ones in the house that are smitten no one else #jsdflsd i love the insight as to how rico #is the only one who's capable of maintaining a romantic relationship #he may be insane but he doesn't bullshit around #also i got so giddy at the twist in the end there #rico you need to wake up and realize just how 'in' with kowalski you actually are #the only thing left to do is make out

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the-bus-called-graveyard-8 · 4 years ago

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Lemurs + Animal Crossing

They have one switch and you can only have one island per switch and Maurice is not buying two more switches for his roommates when he’s the one who wants the game and they’re gonna get bored of it in two days, damn it (he is met with puppy eyes but he will not fall for it)

It’s supposed to be Maurice’s island but he will be nice and let Julien & Mort contribute and make decisions

The island is named Baobob and it is one of the only island decisions they make that is unanimous

Julien and Mort have their own characters and houses on Momo’s island

Maurice is constantly sending Clover texts with pictures of his island and dropping hints at how fun it is; he knows it’d be something she’d like even if she won’t admit it

Clover plays it off and teases him but she is Soft for a deserted island getaway just for her

She gets the game without telling them and doesn’t tell them for months until she dubs her island is now better than theirs (because she turns everything into a competition)

It is much nicer looking than Baobab but that’s because she doesn’t have Julien and Mort wreaking havoc and having to constantly go fix things

Clover's island is named Gavaria after the fantasy world of her novels

Since she’s still in Madagascar and the boys are in New York they have different hemisphere accounts so they’re always visiting each other’s islands to finish their museums in record time (once Kowalski finds this out he demands visits as well because his museum must be Superior and if the lemurs finish theirs first then what’s even the point)

Animal Crossing is actually one of their favorite ways to bond now that they live so far away; they’ll talk on the phone while they go to each other’s islands and they go exploring and bicker and catch up on real life and it’s very Soft

Julien looooves making custom designs and is constantly making elaborate costumes and putting Maurice’s character in them; Maurice wants to be annoyed but Julien puts so much work into making them that he can’t be anything but amused

He had once made a very fancy design that he spent hours working on, only to sign in one day to find that Mort had overridden the design with a foot (Mort is constantly reigning foot-related terror on Baobab) and Julien about murdered him

Julien is always changing the island tune because he loves playing with the music maker thing

Clover once got paranoid about a villager (as she does) and built a closed fence around their house so they could “be under proper surveillance”, she was very upset when the villager showed up roaming around the island anyway

Clover totally recreates her fantasy world from her fiction novels on her island, it’s ridiculously pretty and she refuses to admit how much time she spent making it when she could’ve been training

Maurice very much enjoys breeding flowers; he gives extra ones to Private because Private definitely wants an excessive amount of pretty flowers

Julien has, on more than one occasion, changed the island flag to a crudely drawn picture of himself

Maurice has banned Mort from changing their island flag (three guesses why)

Mort talks to the villagers constantly, they have to be getting annoyed with him; Maurice has asked him to stop “terrorizing” them but Mort refuses because “he’s just being friendly”

Julien tells Maurice to turn away prospective villagers if he thinks they’re ugly

Julien hates the snooty and smug villagers because he thinks they’re annoying and Maurice is just “yeah that kind of person must be real difficult to live with”

Mort puts furniture outside in the weirdest places; there’s a Sphinx chilling on the beach that he won’t let anyone move

Maurice is just trying to enjoy island life but it is a Struggle

Private, coming to visit Baobab: “Why did you terraform a big foot into the--”

Maurice, very over his whole life: “WHY DO YOU THINK THAT WAS ME”

Maurice comes home one day to find Julien and Mort painstakingly burying random furniture from his storage all over the island and he actually doesn’t know why he thought this game would be relaxing

#this is self indulgent NONSENSE #can you tell i've started an ahkj rewatch and am having lemur feelings #this got way longer than i thought it would #some of these are from aden!! was discussing this with them some time ago and we got real into it #the sphinx on the beach is a callout for myself... i just put it there and i never moved it...

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schoolfullofmorons · 4 years ago

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petey lowkey having a crush on gary for a long time bc hes a pretty bad boy, but it takes some actual therapy and a small reunion for gary to feel some actual LONGING to have petey in his life again. he becomes surprisingly soft and supportive, in his own way, with their renewed friendship, and it takes jimmy casually promising to kick his ass if he messes up with petey for gary to realize he might actually have developed some romantic feelings for their friend. cue panic and breathing exercises

July, 2007.

Here he stood, on the threshold of hell on Earth, about to talk to Satan himself, and he still wasn't ready to run.

Well, maybe that wasn't entirely accurate. Pete Kowalski, rising junior of Bullworth Academy, was very prepared to run from the menace that had tortured him last year. Gary Smith, the mentally unstable asylum patient, waited for him just on the other side of this door.

His palms had grown hot with sweat, and he nervously wiped them off on his clean, ironed jeans. Pete hated having generalized anxiety disorder. It made him nervous even about this, even about coming here, which was literally his own choice to begin with. The thought of facing his once best friend filled him with a mounting dread that made his throat burn with the urge to cry.

But Pete wanted this. He was determined to get the answers he wanted, because Jimmy and him had been fucked over. And Jimmy might have brushed his hands of Gary, Jimmy might have decided that he was done caring, but Jimmy wasn't Pete and Pete cared way too much. He needed to know why Gary had ditched them, betrayed them, left them to rot. He wanted to know the cause of all this.

And, deep down, maybe he missed Gary, too.

He had been standing there too long, staring at the door. Pete knew if he didn't act soon, the orderly that had trailed behind him would get annoyed. Licking his lips and swallowing down his own anxiety, he pushed open the door, letting the orderly shut it behind him.

And there he was, the mastermind himself.

Gary was so... different, in here, but in reality he still looked like a Smith. All sharp jawlines and piercing stares. When Gary rose his head to look at him, hair that was growing slightly shabby due to a month of no cuts falling into his face, Pete felt his heart skip a beat.

And then a grin passed over his face, his eyes lighting up with genuine joy. He launched himself off of the small white cot all asylum patients had been provided, and sauntered over to Pete with slow, calculated steps. Too proud and too arrogant for someone who was incarcerated.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here? Did Petey Kowalski decide to pay lil' ol' me a visit? The big, bad, awful wolf, Gary Smith?" Gary's words cut into him, and Pete felt the urge to wipe his hands off on his jeans again. His friend's eyes bore into him.

Why'd you do it? Was the question that sat on Pete's tongue, but instead he cleared his throat and avoided Gary's eyes. "I... wanted to check up on you. Y'know, see how you were holding up."

"Oh, look at that! He cares about me!" Gary reached out to sling an arm around him, bringing Pete in close with a sharp jerk that had Pete yelping. "Did somebody miss me? Just couldn't sleep at night knowing I was away, could you?"

"No, I-"

"I already knew you weren't straight, but this is taking it to a whole new level."

The protest died away on Pete's tongue and he swallowed as the familiar burning sensation hit the back of his throat. When he didn't get an answer, Gary huffed and shoved him, hard. Pete stumbled, hitting the cell wall and sliding down it.

"God, you're pathetic." Gary spat.

"Why do you have to be an asshole all the time, Gary?" Pete snapped, and in one sudden rush, angry words bubbled up and out of him. "For once in your life, can't you just accept that you're the one in the wrong? You're in a cell, for god's sake! Don't you realize that I'm the only one left who doesn't want you to drop dead? Half the school pities you and the other half hates you! You destroyed our lives! You took away our peace! You don't get to be calling me the pathetic one!"

The room fell silent enough to hear a pen drop. The air around the two boys grew thicker, and thicker, and thicker still with tension. Pete risked a glance at the boy who stood looming in front of him. He had to swallow back fear as he noticed Gary's hands were clenched so tight that the skin was starting to turn white.

Pete pushed himself to his feet, slowly, unwilling to startle Gary. If he moved too fast he was afraid that Gary would snap. A predator in a hunting crouch, moments away from delivering the killing bite. That's what Gary was.

"You know, I used to like you. I used to want you around. I used to think you were smart, and funny, and cool. But now you just remind me of a... a walking toddler, who throws a temper tantrum when he doesn't get his way. I hope you get better, Gary. I hope you get the help you need so you can finally grow up."

Pete sidestepped Gary, who had yet to move except for his head, his eyes slowly following Pete back towards the doorway. Pete opened the cell door and looked back one more time, meeting eyes with the person he once considered his best friend.

And then he left.

September, 2008.

To the parents of Gary Alexander Smith,

I am writing to you to inform you that your son has completed rehab. According to his court order, this is the final step needed in order for him to be released back to the public.

Please note that he will still have to check in weekly with a nurse that will ensure he is still taking his medication. This will no longer be a requirement after his 100 hours of community service is over.

With this in mind, we will be releasing him on the 8th at 3 PM. We require a signature before his release in order to ensure that he is in the proper hands of his guardians.

Thank you for your time,

Happy Volts staff.

The reunion with his parents was about as happy as you'd expect with parents as terrible as his. Really, they didn't talk much through the entire thing; it was pick him up, take him home, and let him clean himself up before they had dinner.

It was the first meal that he had had in a long ass time that was actually good, instead of being almost edible. He really did have a newfound appreciation of his maids after that, though he'd never admit it to them out loud.

The thing about spending a year away from home is that it caused him to reflect on things he could have done differently. It also made him realize that a lot of the shit he had done his sophomore year simply didn't... matter. Maybe it was the medication, and the advice of actual doctors from the state after being transferred from Volts and their terrible medical department, but Gary was beginning to see things in ways he had never thought to see them in before.

For example, he was pretty sure Jimmy had never said anything all that terrible to him. Where had he gotten that idea from? Yeah, some of it was an addiction to power, but he was pretty sure the other part was perceived rejection. Learning about rejection sensitive dysphoria really did help him out in a lot of ways. He just wished it had been explained to him sooner, before, y'know, he betrayed all of his closest pals because of an inexplainable fear that they hated his guts.

(Which now they probably did. Go figure. Pete's words still ate at him when he tried to sleep at night).

That didn't matter as much now, anyway. He wanted to know what he'd be doing. He wasn't trapped anymore, with only medical professionals and other patients that had, admittedly, been really kind to him when they weren't Bullworth Branded(tm). He wanted to know what his future would be like, now that his head was much clearer.

When he asked his father, the response he got didn't surprise him much.

"We've decided to respect Crabblesnitch's decision and homeschool you. It'll be best, in order to prevent anymore... incidents."

And so began the process of sleeping, waking up, eating, being immersed into various studies by a freshly hired tutor with a bitchy voice that Gary tried very hard not to snap at, eating again, and going back to sleep. This pattern only broke on days where he had been assigned community service, or had an appointment with his psychologist.

As the days went on, he began to make the effort to expose himself to the outside world. Being locked up made him unusually skittish around people, and he was still having trouble getting used to the crowd that was his father's staff. This led to him climbing onto the roof of his father's house as he watched the sun dip steadily over the horizon after a long day of studies.

Being in high places had been a huge comfort when he was a child. He liked to watch the world, and he liked to feel in control by being able to see his surroundings. His friends would occasionally join him. He had many memories of Pete's smile catching on the sunset, or his nervous expression watching him as Gary got too close to the edge.

This was their place first, before it became his and Jimmy's. He wondered, briefly, if Jimmy still thought of their battle as often as Gary did, or if Gary just did that because it was the last substantial thing he had ever done with himself before the lock-up.

He really missed those two.

He got it, though. He couldn't have them back in his life. They had both kicked him out, and that was his own doing. He had hurt them, and he might regret it, but he had to let go.

He just didn't know how, when he didn't have anyone else.

December, 2008.

He finished his community service. Christmas break came, and since he had been working so hard on catching up with his junior year studies, his father had allowed him to take it off for himself. He was grateful at the idea of a break; he had been working tirelessly, and was nearly three quarters of a way through his junior year. He wanted to catch up to his senior year already, so that he could graduate in May like the rest of the Class of 2009.

Suddenly filled with free time that he did not want taken up by family, Gary found himself wandering into town more than he had previously. At first he didn't go far, but as the days passed he found himself going on longer strolls until he found himself deep in the heart of Bullworth Vale.

He should have known it would be easy to be spotted there, considering the gym was a hotspot for prep activity. Jimmy's lighthouse was also down here, causing Gary to avoid that spot as much as he could.

It was a smart idea, by all means. Unfortunately for Gary, however, Jimmy was king, and the preps told him everything. Especially Gord, who he'd had an on-and-off relationship with for a few years now.

That's what led to his peaceful stroll being interrupted by a massive fist slamming his head into the side of a brick wall, so hard that his ears rang.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Came a familiar voice in his ear, and his blood ran cold.

"James." Gary grunted into the brick wall. He tried to lift his head up, but was deemed unsuccessful when Jimmy's fist jerked him back down, causing him to wince. "What is it you want? I was busy."

"Busy doing what? Making the smiles of tiny children disappear?"

Gary had to remind himself that Jimmy was completely justified in this reaction, but it was hard when his cheek was beginning to fucking bleed.

"Get off."

"Not until you tell me what you're doing out of jail where you were supposed to rot."

"I got released! I finished the stupid program, okay? Let me go!" Gary hissed, and to his surprise, Jimmy did.

"What program are you talking about?" Jimmy asked, crossing his arms. Gary rubbed the grit off his face and took a moment to let his eyes wander over Jimmy's freckles.

Jesus, he forgot just how many James had. He was like a freckled forest.

"Technically a bunch of different programs... rehab was one, and I went through some community service hours." Gary shrugged. "Does it matter? I'm out now."

Jimmy's face contorted into three different expressions of confused anger, and Gary had to stop himself from laughing out loud at it.

"Like hell you're coming back to Bullworth-"

"I'm not, actually. I'm being homeschooled." Gary replied, smug at his one-up despite his best efforts not to be. It was just easy to feel smug around Hopkins.

(He wondered, briefly, why he wasn't downright pissed at Jimmy for sophomore year; but it had been a long time since then, and Gary was different, more different than he'd ever been).

"What? How long has that been going on?"

"Since September." Gary told him.

"Oh. Wow."

The two of them stood in an almost awkward silence, and Gary flicked his eyes over to watch the road as cars passed by. He had almost zoned out when Jimmy spoke again.

"So, what? Are you scheming to get back in?" When Gary turned his eyes back to Jimmy, the shorter boy was squinting at him, looking suspicious.

"No." Gary said, honest. "I'm not going to bother you, either, if that's what you're going to ask."

"Why? Not that I don't appreciate your kindness or whatever. I'm just trying to understand."

"I get it, don't worry." Gary shrugged and sighed, turning on his heel to face the road. "Honestly? I've had a lot of time to think. And... I messed up with the two of you. Bad. I don't want to pressure you into having to deal with me again, because, well... I fucked up your lives. I understand that now, I understand how bad it was back then for you. I wasn't going to seek you out, but I suppose thinking that I could hide from you forever wasn't necessarily the brightest idea."

"I can't believe this." Jimmy mumbled. "Gary Smith? Showing remorse? Who would of thought."

"Yeah." Gary said, quietly. "Wild idea, for sure."

The two boys stood looking at the cars in a slightly more comfortable silence. It had started to lightly snow, and Gary rubbed his gloved hands together to create the idea of warmth before he half-froze to death.

"I don't know if I forgive you, you know." Jimmy spoke.

"Yeah, I figured." Gary murmured. "And you don't have to."

"I think if you're putting in the effort, I'd like to forgive you." Jimmy told him, and Gary turned his head, regarding him with surprise.

"What you did was... terrible, to be frank, but I've seen worse. You weren't all that bad, back before the fight with Russell." He shrugged and Gary continued to stare. Jimmy had liked their friendship? It felt like a crazy idea.

"And I think... I think Petey really misses you, too." Jimmy shifted to glance at him. "He... told me, about your fight."

Gary didn't like thinking about it, much less talking about it. He clenched his hands into slight fists and let out a small huff. "Really? Man..."

"Its fine, really. I mean, I was pissed at the time and so was he, but I think he just misses you now." Jimmy turned his whole body towards Gary, suddenly furrowing his brow. "Hey, give me your hand."

"What?" Gary frowned. "No, get your own hand to hold."

"I'm not tryna flirt with you, dumbass. I'm gonna write Pete's number on your arm."

"Pete's - what?"

"You should apologize to him." Jimmy said, matter-of-factly. Bewildered, Gary handed Jimmy his hand. Jimmy took a pen out of his pocket and uncapped it, scribbling a hasty number on his wrist, just above his glove.

"Pete's parents had enough money to get him a cell phone. He can answer texts but texting back is a slow process so he prefers to call." Jimmy pocketed his pen. "I'm sure you two can work it out for yourselves though."

"Why are you giving this to me? I thought you hated me." Gary asked him, pulling his arm back to run his fingers over the messy digits that were gracing his skin.

"I never hated you, to be honest." Jimmy told him. "I was mad, but I never hated you. I was always rooting for you, Gary."

"I see." Gary replied. "Thank you, then, James."

"Of course." Jimmy clapped him over the back, causing him to stumble. "See ya around, crazy man."

He went home with black ink on his wrist and the words I was always rooting for you stuck in his head on repeat.

January, 2009.

Gary procrastinated all of Christmas break away thinking about calling Pete.

He didn't know why the task was bothering him so much. It hadn't been difficult to apologize to Jimmy, but then again, he knew he had been wrong about Jimmy going into it. Admitting to himself that he had no idea what Pete thought of him was a different challenge that was taking a lot of effort to push through.

There was also the part of Gary that had finally, finally let him accept that he missed Pete. And now he was getting a second chance with him, to fix things. To make things right.

He really, really didn't want to screw things up. That's why he was having so much trouble with this one, stupid, idiotic phone call.

(Rejection sensitive dysphoria, thou is a heartless bitch).

He was once again by the house phone, twirling the wire around his finger as he held it up to his ear. He chewed on his lip as he continued what had become a daily debate in his head: to call, or not to call?

Fuck it, he said, and dialed the number.

Pete picked up on the third ring. "Hello?"

Gary took in a sharp breath as the static in his head got louder. Was this a good idea? Probably not. Why did he trust Jimmy? Jimmy was a moron, how would he know what Pete thought?

"Hello? Is this a prank caller?" Pete asked, sounding slightly annoyed.

"No!" Gary spoke and then cleared his throat. "No, uh, its-"

"Gary? Is that you?"

"Yes! Yes."

"Holy crap, I thought you were still in-?"

"No, I got released a few months ago. I ran into Jimmy and he said you've missed me, so-"

"If this is going to be another teasing session about how 'homosexual' I am, I swear I will end this call right-"

"No no no, its the opposite actually. I wanted to apologize."

The line fell silent, and Gary shifted from foot to foot as nerves raced through him. Pointless restless energy. Only ADHD things.

"Look, I really messed up with you."

"Uh-huh. I know."

"And I wanted to say I really, really regret it. You were one of my best friends."

"And?"

"And I'm sorry. You deserved so much better than how I treated you."

Another silence. There was a noise as if someone had sat down a dish. "Listen, if you expect me to just accept, then I don't think I can do that."

Gary's finger twitched and he rested his head back on the wall. "I understand."

"But I'll give you the chance to prove that I should accept." Pete's voice was quieter now. "You just... you just have to prove it to me through actions, not say sorry and go right back to being a jerk."

"Yeah." Gary said, equally as quiet.

"Do you want to meet up sometime? To catch up?" Pete asked, and Gary had to fight to keep down the grin spreading over his face.

"I'd like that," he answered.

He might not have been forgiven yet, but he'd take what he could get.

They made plans to meet at a small cafe just outside of Bullworth Vale that following Thursday.

Pete Kowalski, senior of Bullworth Academy, sat in the quiet coffee shop that he had recommended for his and Gary's little "outing."

He had brought his laptop, as he had an essay due for his current English class and like hell was he going to pass up an opportunity to write it in a quiet space. He had actually arrived early in order to start it, since he knew Gary liked to ramble on, and he wanted to get some work done before he was interrupted.

He also wanted to think, which he had been doing between writing paragraphs analyzing the societal symbolism in The Scarlet Letter. His thoughts were turned towards the boy who he was currently meeting today, his good friend, Gary Smith.

He had missed Gary, if he were being honest. That didn't make him any less bitter about the things Gary had done to him, but it was still a cemented fact nonetheless. Gary Smith just... felt like his own addiction. Once you were around him once, he wouldn't get out of your head, and you wanted to see him again and again.

So Pete had decided to meet him here.

Of course, Pete wasn't stupid by any means. If Gary showed up acting like he had the last time they met, Pete would end all arrangements here. But Gary had shown... actual remorse. It was more than he had seen from him in a long time.

He just, really hoped it would work out well.

When the time came for him to show, the small bell over the door rang, signifying that someone had entered the coffee shop. Pete lifted his eyes and was immediately faced with the boy he had been crushing on for a good few years now.

Gary Smith, although he looked significantly less Smith(tm) now, his facial features softened but what could only be newfound maturity. Gary's brown eyes scanned the room and landed on him, and Pete swore his heart fell into his throat.

He was just so handsome. It wasn't fair, when Pete was supposed to be angry at his dumbass.

Gary approached the table, a lot less intimidating in his stride but still as confident as ever. The closer he got, the more his face cracked into a grin, sporting the gap in his teeth.

"Petey. Long time, no see!"

Pete couldn't help but smile faintly. "Hey. Go ahead and take a seat."

Gary slid into the table opposite from him and reached over to grab Pete's cup of coffee without warning. "What are you doing?"

"I could ask you the same. That's my coffee, Gare." Pete huffed and watched as Gary froze halfway to putting the cup to his mouth. A red blush spread over his face and he grumbled, setting the cup down.

"Yeah, sure. Don't share then."

"Don't be a dick. And I'm working on my English essay, to answer your question."

"Essays aren't too hard to write as long as you can focus on them."

"Well, yeah." Pete shrugged and looked down at the computer. He knew Gary had pretty much a natural talent at anything academic. "It just takes up a lot of time."

"What's the essay on?"

"The Scarlet Letter. You ever read that book?"

"Duh? Everyone in our grade has read that stupid ass novel. Its notorious for being boring." Gary rolled his eyes and Pete cracked a smile.

"Yeah, it honestly is. Doesn't stop the teacher from assigning it, though."

"Did you get Galloway again?"

"Nah. Got an actual competent teacher who makes us do stuff."

"Oh, I bet Bullworth isn't taking that one well." Gary smirked and leaned forward. He practically radiated smugness. "How has it been, with ol' James Bitchfucker Hopkins there to rule it?"

"You know, you could be nice to him for once instead of insulting him every other sentence." Petey chastised and rolled his eyes.

"Its our dynamic, Peter. Gotta insult him before the weirdos think I'm getting soft on him." Gary laughed. "Now answer the question."

"Yeah, yeah. Bossy." Pete looked at the words on his screen and then sighed, closing his laptop. Seems his work time was over. "Things have calmed down a lot, actually... the cliques all kind of kiss up to Jimmy, and in turn he settles all their disputes for pocket cash before they can get too violent. Its honestly kind of nice?... A lot of people have, uh, come out recently, and Jimmy's been beating up people who make fun of them."

"Come out?" Gary eyed him. Pete wasn't sure if he was making up the accusation in the burning stare or not. "As in...?"

"Gay, of course." Pete's cheeks burned. He almost wished he hadn't brought it up. "Jimmy is - he's bi, you know? He's been talking to a lot of kids who have come to them about their sexuality, like, um, Mandy-"

"Mandy??? The girl who is always clinging to a guy?"

"She doesn't do that anymore. She even talks to the nerds now, sometimes. As in, like, nicely." Pete shrugged and shifted. "She, she came out as a lesbian."

"What the hell." Gary furrowed his brow. "Did Jimmy put queer shit in the water?"

"Gary, don't say that, its rude. And no, Jimmy just..." Pete chewed his bottom lip and smiled. "He's supportive."

Gary pursed his mouth into a tight frown and Pete narrowed his eyes, his smile falling. "If you say something homophobic, I will cut you."

"Jesus, Pete, I leave you alone for a year and a half and you turn into the sass master. No, I wasn't going to say anything homophobic." He scoffed and turned his head to the side, purposefully ignoring Pete. Pete felt his cheeks burn.

"Okay, well, I just - wanted to make sure. Since, you know. I'm bisexual."

Gary snapped his head around to stare at Pete, and Pete felt his cheeks grow darker. "Stop looking so surprised. You already suspected it."

"I thought - I didn't - what?"

"Weren't you the one to call out the fact that I stared at boys for too long, repeatedly, for years?"

"I never thought you'd actually admit to it."

"Yeah, well, I wouldn't have if I'd had stayed around you." Pete said, coming off colder than he meant to. When Gary's face fell, he blushed and put his hands up. "I- shit, I didn't mean it like that, don't get upset. I just... you weren't the most accepting, Gary. I needed someone who would be so that I could experiment without feeling dirty."

Gary stared at him and then glanced out the window, huffing and setting his face in a tight line. "Yeah, okay. I get it. You don't have to explain."

"So... are you okay with it?"

"Obviously." Gary turned a glare at him, looking annoyed at the implications, and Pete smiled softly.

"Cool."

The two boys fell into a familiar routine after that, with Gary visiting the coffee shop after class on Wednesday to talk. On weekends, when he had nothing to do, he would call up Pete or Jimmy - sometimes even both of them - and they'd walk along the train tracks, talking as they relaxed in the quiet wilderness.

It was nice.

February, 2009.

"So I was like, dude, can you shut up already and give me the dang pencil? I don't care if it has MLP on it."

Gary snorted. "Is it really that surprising that Trent was into MLP?"

"No! That's why I didn't give a shit!" Pete laughed from beside him, and Gary couldn't help the chuckle that escaped him. Pete's laughter was infectious.

Their shoes made crunching noises on the gravel as they walked along the train track. They had been walking like this for a good twenty minutes as they caught up on their week.

"Valentine's Day is coming up." Gary mused. "Do you have a date?"

"Who? Me? Pete Kowalski, the quiet kid? Please." Pete chuckled softly, but it sounded sad more than anything.

"Hey, I wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt." Gary teased and gently shoved him. "Do you have anyone you want to date?"

"What, like a crush?"

"Yeah."

"Well..." Pete hesitated.

"You do have someone." Gary grinned as Pete returned to his side. "Who is it? Don't tell me its MLP boy."

"Trent? Ew, no. I'm not Jimmy, man."

"Is it Jimmy?"

"What?"

"Is it Hopkins?" Gary rose an eyebrow. Pete blinked, seeming caught off guard.

"No, of course not. I mean, Jimmy is cool and all, but..." Pete shrugged and glanced away. "I just, like someone else."

"Who, then?"

"Why do you want to know so bad?"

"Because I'm curious. Bite me."

"Curiosity killed the cat."

"Satisfaction brought it back. Just tell me, Pete, please?"

"I..." Pete stopped abruptly and Gary turned, alarmed as a frown made its way on Pete's face. "I don't want to talk about it, okay?"

Well, that's not weird at all. Gary let his eyes roll up and down Pete's figure, reading his body language (which screamed I'M SAD! in all caps), and then sighed. "Okay."

"Thanks." Pete smiled softly.

Gary wondered just why it bothered him so much in the days to follow.

Gary finished his junior year assignments and started his senior year courseload, feeling a lot happier now that he was in the proper grade level, even if he was behind by a small margin.

Despite that, his thoughts were mostly on one person: Pete.

For some reason, it bothered him knowing that Pete had a crush. Especially one that he wouldn't tell Gary about.

It felt like... this strange mix of anger, worry, and sad that Gary wasn't quite able to process.

Mostly because it felt an awful lot like jealousy, and he was not going to be jealous over Pete Kowalski, especially considering that had even deeper implications such as the idea that he might not be as heterosexual as he once thought.

Not that he had ever been attracted to girls, which... honestly, confused him more. Did that mean he was gay? But it couldn't. He hadn't ever been attracted to anyone except Pete. Maybe he wasn't... anything. Maybe he was just Gary.

Did sexuality have to be as labeled as Pete and Jimmy's? And, fuck, why was he even considering this in the first place, he so totally did not have a crush on Pete because he was NOT jealous.

A loud snap brought him out of his thoughts, and he realized he had broken his pencil. Fuck.

March, 2009.

February passed with little to offer. Valentine's Day found Gary wandering Bullworth Vale - Pete said he didn't feel like leaving the house, and Jimmy had a date. Overall, it was uneventful, except for the fact that Gary couldn't stop thinking about Pete.

Spring break would be coming up, the first week of April. Jimmy had suggested that they go camping by the train tracks. Gary had agreed, trying to ignore the pounding of his heart when he thought of Pete being there, sharing a tent with him.

April, 2009.

"Tent building is hard." Gary breathed out heavily as he leaned across a nearby tree.

"Lazy ass." Jimmy passed him with some firewood in his arms, hitting Gary lightly over the head. Gary rose an arm to shove his hand away.

"Shut up. Pete's complaining too." Gary pouted.

"Pete's different." Jimmy passed said boy, who was sitting on a treestump, and gave him a friendly smile. Gary felt jealousy pulse through his veins.

Okay, so he had accepted he was jealous. But that didn't mean anything. So.

"Pete's a loser." Gary retorted and playfully smirked at the boy, who rolled his eyes.

They had spent the first hour or so setting up camp before the sun went down. It had made two out of three of them tired, with Jimmy being unable to feel exhaustion ever.

As Jimmy began to build the campfire, Gary moved from the tree he was leaning against to settle next to Pete. His heart beat hard in his chest as their knees brushed.

"So, little Petey, are you ready for a night with the creepypastas?" Gary teased and shoved him lightly.

"Shut up. Its bad enough that you've been trying to get me into them without mentioning them here." Pete huffed at him, putting one hand up to shove his face away. Gary laughed, ignoring the tingle that ran through his skin where Pete's hand made contact.

"They're fun! Come on, your gay ass can't tell me you don't find at least one of them attractive."

"They kill people!"

"So?"

Pete opened his mouth to respond, then seemed to think better of it, pouting instead. "Shut up."

Gary felt his face slip into a familiar grin. He let his eyes trail over Pete's face as the boy turned away to watch Jimmy, taking in his soft brown eyes. When he smiles he gets dimples...

He felt a burning stare pierce through him, and slowly turned his head to see Jimmy giving him a knowing look with a raised eyebrow. Gary felt panic shoot through him, but externally he kept his face in the same grin.

"Done yet, James?"

Jimmy studied him curiously and then looked back at the fire. "Yeah. Should be enough for the night."

"I brought stuff for smores." Pete smirked and moved away from Gary. He tried not to be disappointed at the distance.

"Hell yeah, we like, gotta roast marshies. That's the first fuckin' rule of camping." Jimmy smirked and sat down by the fire. The sun wasn't down yet, but it was steadily approaching the horizon - it would be sunset soon.

"Marshies?" Pete laughed. "Are you in grade school?"

"Hey, don't diss my flow. Marshies are the bomb, man."

"You're so weird." Gary rolled his eyes and Jimmy shrugged.

They spent the next few minutes unpacking the food, preparing to make dinner. The campsite they had picked out had a grill nearby, and Pete had brought burgers for them all to eat. Jimmy lit the grill and left Pete to cook as Gary stayed by the fire just a little ways off.

"Hey." Jimmy greeted, his voice quiet as he sat down next to Gary, moving to rest his hands on his knees. "I need to talk to you."

"What is it?" Gary rose an eyebrow. "Does Pete need help with something?"

"Nah, that little dude's got it all figured out. I was gonna grill but he insisted. He's had a fascination with cooking ever since his parents decided he was old enough to touch the stove." He chuckled and shrugged.

"Then what?" Gary pulled his knees to his chest, eyeing Jimmy out of the corner of his eye suspiciously.

"Look, man. I don't want to pry, since I know it isn't any of my buisness, but... I see the way you and Pete look at each other."

Gary felt his blood run cold, and he turned his head to look at his friend. "I don't know what you're-"

"Earlier you spent like fifteen seconds staring at his face man, you were practically swooning like a stupid schoolgirl. Its so blatantly obvious that you like him."

"I..." Gary was at a loss for words, panic rising up in his chest. "No, no no no I-"

"I'm not going to tell him or anything." Jimmy held his hands up. "I just want to say... if you mess up with him again, I'm gonna have to kick your ass, alright? So, don't."

"What?" Gary breathed out. No, no no, it can't be that obvious. I thought I was hiding it better than this, I can't like Pete, I can't.

"I'm rooting for the two of you. You two deserve to he happy and its obvious he likes you back, so..." Jimmy shrugged and then furrowed his brow. "Are you okay?"

Gary realised then that he was hyperventilating. "What? Yeah."

"Gary, man, take it easy." Jimmy reached out, hesitated an inch away from him, and then gently allowed his fingers to snag around Gary's wrist once he was allowed. "Look at me. Focus on my hand. Breathe in, breathe out."

Gary took in a deep breath, letting himself focused on the calloused feel of Jimmy's hand around his wrist. He released his breath, and looked at Jimmy. Breathe in, breathe out. Repeat.

When he was calm enough, Jimmy let him go and nodded awkwardly. "You good?"

"Yeah." Gary muttered, embarrassment pooling in the pit of his stomach.

"So did I assume right?..." Jimmy murmured, keeping his voice low. Gary nodded, looking into the fire. The heat coming off of it soothed him.

"Really? Does that mean you're gay?"

"I... have no idea?" He could feel his face flushing. "Look, don't tell him, okay? I've only figured it out recently-"

"Recently? You've been looking at him like he's your princess ever since you came back into our lives."

"Don't tease me Hopkins, okay? Fuck you. I was in denial about it, it isn't every day that I actually like someone, let alone like them in that way."

"Yeah, yeah, you're an emotional robot, we get it." Jimmy rolled his eyes. "I won't tell him. But you should. He likes you back, I can tell."

Did he? Gary pursed his lips together and stared into the fire, choosing not to comment. But why would he?

He spent the rest of the night in bewilderment as they roasted "marshies," told horror stories, and eventually went to sleep in the tent. It was weird, sleeping beside Pete with the revelation he had just been presented, and he tried very hard not to freak out.

Eventually, morning came, and Gary got up, groggy from anxious sleep. They had to pack up and then they'd be heading back.

He really, really hated the disappointment he felt because of that.

May, 2009.

Gary decided that emotions were not something he was very strongly suited for.

He had been avoiding Pete, unsure how to feel about his conversation with Jimmy. Part of him still did not want to accept that he was capable of a crush, let alone a crush on a guy. (God, his father would be so pissed). The other part of him wanted to accept it and let go, because Pete was cute and smart and kind and... well, Pete.

As the month went on, Gary found himself missing Pete more and more. It was easy to cancel plans under the guise of schoolwork, but it was becoming excessive. And, well...

Maybe it was time for him to admit to himself that yeah, he was queer. He wasn't sure of the proper term (gay? bi? who knows) but he knew he was LGBTQ+ of some origin. And...

Well, Jimmy had given him a vote of confidence. Maybe he should just go for it.

He held off for a few weeks, but Gary was never one to deny himself what he really wanted. And he wanted Petey to look at him, more than anything.

He decided that he'd have to do this. It was time. And, readying himself, he began to devise a plan.

Pete had a burning frustration for all days dedicated to couples. He had always wanted to be a part of a relationship. It wasn't that he hated being single; he just... wanted to know what that connection was like. And, well, he also wanted to like someone that was actually obtainable for once.

Because of this, he tended to lock himself in his dorms during those days. And, here he was once again, in his dorm.

It was Prom Night, and Peter Kowalski had bought a new book to read to distract himself from the painful torture that is Being Single.

A knock on the door distracted him from Pip's adventure into newfound wealth. He stood up and went to answer it, curiousity pumping through him. Jimmy was the only one who ever came to his dorm, but Jimmy had told him he had a date tonight.

He opened the door to find Gary Smith there, a grin on his face and a suit in his hand. He was dressed in formal attire of his own, making Pete's heart skip a beat.

That is, until it hit him. "Gary? What are you doing here? You aren't allowed on school property."

Gary shrugged. "It isn't like the Prefects will care anyway. Its prom, Pete."

Okay, he had a point. "Still... do you have a date or something?"

Gary's grin widened. "Yes, actually." Abruptly, he shoved the suit into Pete's hands. "Get changed, we're going out."

"What?" Pete furrowed his brow. "But... what about your date?"

"Do I need to spell it out for you? We're going out. I already bought the suit for you and everything."

It clicked in Pete's head, and he flushed a bright red. "Oh!" He squeaked. "Okay!"

He went back in his room and quickly changed. He had not been expecting this, and part of him was still sure that it was a prank? (If it was, well, he'd deal with it later).

Pete stepped out of his room in the new suit. Gary's eyes scanned down over his body, and Pete flushed red, fidgeting nervously. "Is this... okay?"

"Its perfect." Gary told him, reaching out to grab his hand. Pete could see the faintest traces of red blush on Gary's face. "Let's go."

"Wait." Pete stopped him. Gary turned to him, looking annoyed. "For clarification. Are - are we dating now? Like, um, boyfriends."

Gary narrowed his eyes. "Ugh, that's such a stupid term."

"Well?"

"I guess. If you want to be b-words then I'm here for it." Gary glanced away from him.

Pete broke into a grin. "Okay." He said, very quiet, as happiness settled in his chest.

"Are you ready now?"

"Yeah. Yeah, let's go."

#gary smith #pete kowalski #psychofluff #peter kowalski #petey kowalski #canis canem edit #cce #bully scholarship edition #bse #bully #long post #i tried putting a read more but tumblr hates me #ask #anon

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projbluebook · 4 years ago

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S01E01-02 - Children Of The Gods

I've had this idea to do “liveblogs” of the Stargate series for a while, and I suppose now that we've all got nothing but time on our hands, it's as good a time as any to actually do it.

Also, Amazon Prime is apparently cycling Stargate out of Prime Video, so now I have an excuse to finally buy the DVD sets like I've been meaning to do for ever since the show was actually on the air. Because screw Amazon for dropping the best sci-fi show ever made anyway.

(I already have season 1 on DVD, so there's no waiting. Plus it means I can ignore any cliffhangers.)

Bored SFs playing poker in front of the gate. I'd forgotten how ruthless about telling-absolutely-all-of-the-backstory these early episodes were.

I think the DVD version is uncut, so I should have the full-length “reproductive organs on the inside” speech, but we'll see when the time comes.

Huh. So Apophis does turn the gate off for a hot second here. Which is a plus, considering if he walked backwards into a wormhole, the first...five or so seasons would be really boring.

Jaffa armor is bulletproof in this episode.

SF dudes running around the SGC. Get used to that one, boys. You'll be doing that for years.

General Hammond!

That is a nice upward shot in the gateroom there. Give everybody a chance to get used to the space.

The giant Ra statue thing in the title sequence is a throw-back to the movie, but I did like when they moved to a show-specific opening sequence.

“Get re-assed to NASA. That's where all the action's gonna be. Out there.” Yeah, about that one, Jack…

The original Fringedweller's Guide, which I am shamelessly copying (now gone from the interwebs), once observed that this episode is kind of weird since Richard Dean Anderson looks nothing at all like Kurt Russell but Michael Shanks looks nearly exactly like Stargate!James Spader. And…this is just as true now as it was then.

I feel like Hammond's duty ribbon patch gets bigger over the course of the series.

Oh man, Hammond is totally playing hardball with Jack on this first episode.

He just called Jack “Airman!” Holy crap, that's super mean. Damn.

I don't know why General Hammond is so upset at Jack tossing a Kleenex box through the gate. How many million dollars is the Air Force not putting on the line with box-of-Kleenex-v-MALP? Frankly, it's very cost effective.

Every last one of those SFs has an AR-15. To a man.

(I think.)

Sam! Sam, Sam, Sam! My whole heart!

(Other than Janet, Jacob, Paul Davis, and Caldwell. But it's early days and for now there is only Sam.)

Oh, yes! We did get the whole speech. I think this is the uncut version! Hell yeah.

I love this show, but Shau'ri really does get shoved in the fridge.

Jack and Kowalski in absolute awe of two brains just...grooving.

When does Jaffa armor stop being bulletproof? Because here we are on Abydos, and it clearly still is.

Now, I'll admit, Alexis Cruz has his appeal, but I think Apophis is going a bit far to call Skaara a “perfect specimen.” …Well, after looking up some internet pictures, though, he's not far off these days.

So, by this point, we have already got all the major players for the first Big Arc on the board. Jack, Carter, Daniel, Teal'c, Hammond, and Apophis have already had screen time. Teal'c's intro was really sneaky, though, which is a nice touch.

Oh! The control room is directly opposite the gate. I always thought it was up a level. Huh.

Wait, why is Hammond so mad at Daniel there? That's weird.

Oh man, some of these folks are killing it at the Game of Intense Hats. The Jaffa aren't even making a serious effort here.

My gosh, I'd forgotten how fluffy Daniel's hair was in these early episodes.

Teal'c seems to have some kind of a strategy here, but I genuinely can't suss out what it is.

I know that part of this is Apophis being a dog, but if I had a giant, oozy pouch in my stomach, I would not be wearing a rave bikini. Just sayin'.

Apophis' eye make-up is on point. Gold shadow, winged liner, boy got eye game.

“Feretti's conscious, sir!” Literally everyone just ditches Hammond without so much as a by-your-leave.

Yes, definitely the uncut version.

Before it got shifted to mean the whole planet, Chulak was really a thriving metropolis here.

Poor Hammond. He really has a hard time watching everybody go away and not knowing if they're gonna come back.

Teal'c very sneaky there, covering up the tau'ri symbol. And then the SGC intentionally plasters it all over every damn thing they send to space.

That is the weirdest palanquin design I've ever seen. Turn-over for the bearers must be super high.

“For this, you can stay at my place!” That line always makes me giggle.

I think some of these shots from the Death Glider are recycled from the movie.

Klorel is a rude little ass.

Look-outs see bad guys coming. Look-outs immediately stand up and make themselves more visible targets.

Daniel really cuts his dial-time in the coming episodes.

This is actually quite a tense scene with the running gun-battle retreat.

All of SG-1, standing heroically in front of the gate for the first time. Gets you right…here.

For the record, I love the credits music. I think I prefer it to the opening theme.

#stargate #sg-1 #children of the gods #fandom #meta musings

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dolls-self-ships · 4 years ago

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MORE stuff about my friendship with the Penguins !!

part 1

* Skipper is kinda like my dad in a way, he’s arguably the most protective of me and he can’t stand to see me upset- with his men it’s a little different because they’re all like brothers to him, plus they’re his soldiers, but I’m sort of like his little girl (not that he would ever admit that). Sure we probably argue the most out of everyone, but we always come out of it having learnt something new about the other, or with a new perspective on something. It’s some good ol, fatherly-daughterly love. God forbid I ever bring a boy or a girl home though, because Skipper is all over that like hot sauce on fish. He wants names, addresses, alliances, accomplices, places of work, ect.

* Private and I definitely have the most in common, and are the closest because of it. He’s like my baby brother/best friend. We watch cartoons, listen to musicals, draw, and bake together all the time. We’re both really soft and wholesome people so our vibes just kinda bounce off each other to create even more wholesome vibes. It’s cute, but sometimes too cute for the others to bare. In Skippers words, “oh god, there’s two of them!”

* Kowalski kinda simps for me lowkey but we’re still tight. I like to listen to him talk about his inventions and scientific theories- I don’t understand any of it but he’s happy to have someone around that’s at the very least interested in what he’s saying. I find it admirable that he’s so passionate about what he does, even though it can get out of hand sometimes. And even though he doesn’t necessarily think of the Fine Arts as the most productive course, he supports me nonetheless because at the end of the day he (and all the others) just wants me to be happy. Believe it or not he’s actually a very comforting friend with a small part of him that’s secretly soft. He doesn’t show it for obvious reasons but when you look at certain scenes in the show you can see a bit of that peaking through and it’s just 🥺🥺🥺

* Rico’s like my chaotic older brother that spent most of his life in a frat house. He teaches me how to fake belch (I still couldn’t do it in the end), shotgun beers (it took a while but I got it eventually), and backflip safely off a roof while still looking sick as fuck (yeah, the others didn’t let me do that, no chance in hell). He’s always barfing up things to my convenience though! This annoyed Skipper at first because it was ‘unauthorized hacking’. I was also grossed out by it at the start but now I just keep a packet of wet wipes on me and I’m good to go. Lots of fist bumps with this man! Lots of ‘em! He’s a total bro, always got my back! And I got his! Loyal as fuck!

* Skipper, on multiple occasions, has accused me of “turning his men into pansies”. I always kinda roll my eyes and try to ignore remarks like this, but I really try to make him see why sometimes that’s okay. Of course Skipper cares deeply about all three of his soldiers, so it’s probably just a front when he says things like that. Though... I do have to help him work on all that misogyny he carries around.

* “All I said was that it’s okay to cry sometimes.”

* “Crying shows weakness!”

* “Skipper, it’s just emotion.”

* “Exactly! I can’t have my men letting feelings run their lives.”

* “What about your anger issues? Those are emotions.”

* “Those are manly emotions, kid! Fierce, unapologetic warrior rage is what makes a good commander.”

* “I-“

* Or on a separate occasion

* “You’ve made my men soft”

* “And? You’re next you know.”

* *GASP*

* One time Blowhole captured me and roasted me for a solid hour in front of the Penguins both out of spite and his pure hatred for humans

* “You pen-gu-ins have really let your standards drop! I mean, how could you stoop so low as to befriend a weak, puny-brained, fleshy human?”

* Rico: *gasp followed by angry gibberish*

* Kowalski: YOU BITE YOUR TONGUE, BLOWHOLE

* Private: That’s not very nice!

* Skipper: Hey, that’s OUR weak fleshy human!

* After that, the Penguins decided that if I’m going to continue to be friends with them, it was mandatory that I learn how to defend myself. Because as long as I associated myself with the four, I was subject to more than than just Blowhole capturing me like an 80’s cartoon villain

* Over time I do pick up moves, learn skills from each of them (sadly, not Rico’s hacking) but Skipper knows that I am in no way soldier material. If he were to train me like he did his men, it would break my spirit

* He just wants me to be able to handle myself in case of emergencies

* He is very much like a worried dad

* At some point sooner or later I end up meeting Julien very much against the Penguins will. He’s just too nosy, and annoying, they can’t stop him

* He is instantly trying to put the moves on me bc he’s horny on main (again, not my suggestion, 100% my sister’s. She KNOWS I can’t handle it when people flirt with me so why would she-)

* The only way I can get him to leave me alone is by showing him my jewelry box, the shiny bracelets and dangly earrings distract him for a good while

* I even let him have a few things that are old or I don’t wear anymore.

* Julien immediately starts gasping and tearing up because he is so touched that I am just giving him this for free???? Just like that????

* He clears his throat and composes himself because obviously I’m giving him gifts, he is the King after all

* Our dynamic for a while is a little awkward for me though because it’s basically this iconic text post

* “Alright, raise your hand if you thought Julien and I were dating. Julien, put your hand down.”

* The feelings were very VERY unrequited :,(

* But it’s okay because once Julien gets over that we actually vibe really well!!!!

* He’s a himbo, and I’m a bimbo, therefore, we get along

* We do all that frivolous shit together: get drunk, go to parties (he knows all the obscure places that send you the location like an hour before the rave starts, it’s wild), get our nails done, talk abt our taste in people

* He’s a raging, flirtatious pansexual and I’m a romantic but shy bisexual

* Of course our friendship drives Skipper up the fucking wall

* He’s worried I’m gonna become more like Julien, but Kowalski says the likelihood of that happening is 0.05%. I might pick up one or two quirks of his because that’s just what happens when you spend time with people but no dramatic changes will be had. I’ll still be their same ol’ Cassandra

* Skipper still thinks that’s one or two quirks too many though of course

* This is way far into the future but my brain kept coming up with ideas for it so; on my wedding day, if I were to ever find someone I wanted to marry, everything is extremely chaotic, to say the least. Skipper is on constant guard mode, under the impression that one of his villainous foes could come and crash the wedding, which everyone doubts is gonna happen

* Kowalski, bless his heart, is the one helping me plan everything. Private pitches in too with decor and food ideas, but the price, date, location, guest list, probability that someone will try and assassinate me, that’s all Kowalski

* Rico is surprisingly into helping me pick out my wedding dress, he knows a thing or two from keeping up with the latest fashion for Ms. Perky

* And Private, he’s my main man on the big day. He’s the one helping me remember my vows, breath, talking with me before my human friend’s come in to do my hair and makeup. If it were up to me I would’ve made him my maid of honour, no joke. He said he was, well, honoured!

#i dont know where all the wedding stuff came from i seriously dont #but i had fun writing it!#bees self ships #self shipping #self ship #self ship community #self ships #self insert #platonic f/os #pom #the penguins of madagascar #skipper #rico #kowalski #private #king julien

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raven-black102 · 5 years ago

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To Newt's Case

Andy's POV

As Tina leads the men to a guest room, Queenie takes me over to the other side of the hallway and takes me to another room. “Here you go, dear. This is my room but I can bunk with Tina, so you can use it.” She said with smile. “Thank you. That’s very kind of you.” I said as I look around her room.

“Oh I’ve made hot cocoa!” She said and she grabs a mug and hands it to me. I take it and smile at her. “Thank you.” I mumbled and I take a sip of the warm drink and Merlin’s beard is it delicious! "Mmm….that’s really good!“ I said as I take another sip.

She smiles and starts to walk out of the room. "Oh, uh…the toilet’s down the hall to the right.” She said over her shoulder. I nod as she closes the door behind her and I finish the drink then set the mug down and quietly open the door, just a smidge, to see if it was safe.

I see down the hall Tina is in front of the doorway of the guest room, talking to the men. After a few moments, she shuts the door and walks away. I shut the door and walked towards a window. “Bebiede þe arisan cwicum.” I mumbled as I raised up my left sleeve and looked at my owl Snow. She moved out of my arm to the edge of the window waiting for my orders.

“I need you to keep an eye on Credence for me. Can you do that for me?” I asked petting Snow. She hooted softly before flying away as I Disaparate to the guest room.

Once I get there, Newt has already jumped out of the bed and placing his case on the floor. At my arrival, Mr. Kowalski lets out a small scream and I raise my finger to my lips. “Ladies first.” Newt said after he opens his case and I walk down inside the case.

I jumped down into the wooden shed area, grab my case, that was leaning against the wall, and head over to the little room, I used to change clothes. I change out of my dress and coat and put on a baggy grey long sleeve shirt and black skinny pants, and the same combat boots.

As I’m doing this, I hear Newt come down then, once I come out of the room, I see Mr. Kowalski come crashing down. “Will you sit down.” Newt said to him. Mr. Kowalski drops on to the Mooncalf pellets crate and mumbled to himself. “That’s good.” Newt said as he moves forward to examine the bite on his neck.

“Is it the Murtlap?” I asked him. “Definitely.” He responded to me then turns to his workstation. “You must be particularly susceptible. See, you’re a muggle. So our physiologies are subtly different.” Newt said to Mr. Kowalski while using plants and contents of various bottles to create a poultice, which he rapidly applies to Mr. Kowalski’s neck.

“Ow.” Mr. Kowalski said and I make my way over to the workstation and grab the pills he needs. “Now stay still. Now that should stop the sweating.” Newt said and I walk up next him and hand Mr. Kowalski the pills. “And one of those should sort the twitch.” I said and Mr. Kowalski looks up at me, suspiciously, but decides to take them.

I go over to the table, grab a large carcass and a meat cleaver and start hacking chunks of meat then toss them into a bucket. Newt goes over to the end of the table and grabs a spiny cocoon and slowly begins to squeeze it. The cocoon emits a luminous venom into the glass vial, that Newt has in his other hand. “Come on…” He whispered to it as he continues to squeeze some more venom.

“What you got there?” Mr. Kowalski asked Newt. “Well, this–the locals call Swooping Evil–not the friendliest names. It’s quite an agile fellow.” Newt responds as he flicks the cocoon, which unravels, dangling elegantly from his finger.

“Andy and I’ve been studying him. And I am pretty sure his venom could be quite useful if properly diluted. Just to remove bad memories, you know.” He said then, suddenly, throws the Swooping Evil toward Mr. Kowalski and it howls into his face before Newt recalls it back. Mr. Kowalski recoils dramatically and I hold back a smile.

“Probably shouldn’t let him loose in here, though.” I said, smiling to myself. Newt smiles too, and goes to open the door and walk through it. I start to follow, with the bucket of meat in my hand, but stop and look over my shoulder and see that Mr. Kowalski is still sitting on the crate. “Come on.” I said and he stands up and follows me out the door.

As we step out, Mr. Kowalski looks around in amazement, seeing that this place is bigger on the inside. I smile at him as I follow Newt to the desert area, which contained the Thunderbird, a large albatross with glorious wings shimmering with cloud and sun like patterns and, sadly, this particular one has a raw and bloody leg because of the chains that were attached to it until Newt and I came along.

The Thunderbird, or Frank as Newt and I call him, flaps his wings, making a torrential downpour, thunder, and lightning. Newt and I use our wands to create a umbrella, shielding us from the rain. “Come on—come on….down you come….come on.” Newt coaxed and Frank calms himself and lowers himself on a stand.

As he lands on the stand the rain dies down and its replaced by a brilliant, hot sunshine. We put our wands away and Newt produces a handful of grubs from his pocket, Frank watching him intently. Newt strokes Frank with his free hand, calming him, affectionate.

“Oh, thank Paracelsus. If you’d have got out that could have been quite catastrophic.” Newt said as I approach his side and Frank sees me then move his head towards me. “Hey, Frank.” I whispered as I pet him gently.

Newt turns to Mr. Kowalski and said. “You see, he’s the real reason we came to America. To bring Frank home…” Mr. Kowalski, still staring, steps slowly forward but that seemed to agitate Frank as he starts to flap his wings in response. Newt holds up his hand to Mr. Kowalski saying.

“No, sorry–stay there–he’s a wee bit sensitive to strangers.” I raise my hand towards Frank and continue to pet him in a calming way. “Here you are–here you are.” I said softly. Frank makes a soft squawk at me and starts to nuzzle me. I giggle as Newt continues to talk to Mr. Kowalski.

“He was trafficked, you see. We found him in Egypt, he was all chained up. Couldn’t leave him there, had to bring him back.” He said as he walks up and starts to stroke Frank, again. “We’re going to put you back where you belong, aren’t we, Frank. To the wilds of Arizona.” Newt said as I walked away and rolled up my left sleeve where Leo is swirling around, wanting out.

“Bebiede þe arisan cwicum.” I mumbled as Leo then jumped out as he roar causing Mr. Kowalski to jump and Newt to laugh softly. “Calm down Leo. Just as long me and Newt are here you stay near one of us.” I said sternly as he nods his head and jumps around.

Newt turns around, puts his hands to his mouth and roars, beast-like, toward another area. Mr. Kowalski, Leo and I follow him and Doxys start to buzz around Mr. Kowalski’s head. He starts to swat them out of the way as a large dung beetle rolls a giant ball of dung.

“Be careful, Mr. Kowalski.” I warned as we walk behind Newt, who lets out another roar, and we find ourselves in a sandy, moonlit territory. “Ah–here they come.” Newt said with a smile. “Here who comes?” Mr. Kowalski asked him. “The Graphorns.” I answered as a large Graphorn comes charging at us.

Mr. Kowalski screams and tries to back off, but Newt and I grab hold of each of his arms, stopping him. “You’re all right. You’re all right.” Newt muttered to him as the Graphorn gets closer to us. “Hello, hello!” I said to the creature as it sets its slimy tentacles on our shoulders. Leo roars softly as he started to play with the other Graphorns.

“So they’re the last breeding pair in existence. If Andy and I hadn’t managed to rescue them, that could have been the end of Graphorns–forever.” Newt said as a younger Graphorn trots straight to Mr. Kowalski and begins to lick his hand, circling him curiously.

I watch as Mr. Kowalski reaches out, gently, to the young Graphorn and strokes its head. “Alright.” Newt said as he reaches into the bucket and pulls out a hunk of meat and throws it, which is hastily chased by the young Graphorn.

“So what, you two rescue these creatures?” Mr. Kowalski asked us as Leo played around with the little Graphorn’s as if they were his own cubs. “Yes, that’s right.” I said, facing him with a smile.

“Rescue, nurture, and protect them, and We’re gently trying to educate our fellow wizards about them.” Newt finished as we start walking toward a small ramp of stairs. “I have some on me too.” I said showing him some of the creatures moving around on my skin. “That amazing!” Mr. Kowalski said looking at my arms in awe.

“Come on.” Newt said to Mr. Kowalski and the two of them head to the bamboo woods, ducking and diving through the trees. “Leo keep an eye out okay.” I said as Leo nod his head causing his mane to sway gently into the wind. I smiled softly as I quickly followed my brother and Mr. Kowaski where the Bowtruckles are.

“Titus? Finny? Loopy, Marlow, Tom?” Newt calls out and the little Bowtruckles emerge as Newt produces Pickett from his pocket, holding him perched on his hand. “He had a cold. He needed some body warmth.” Newt said, answering to Mr. Kowalski’s confused face. “Aw.” Mr. Kowalski said as we move toward a small tree, bathed in sunlight.

At our approach, the Bowtruckles chatters and rushes out of the leaves and Newt extends his arm toward the tree, trying to persuade Pickett to rejoin the others. “Right, on you hop.” Newt said but Pickett refuses to leave Newt’s arm.

“You see, he has some attachment issues.” I said to Mr. Kowalski as Newt keeps talking to Pickett. The others came towards me as I smiled at them softly. “Hello.” I said as they jumped on my hand and claimed up my shoulder.

“Now, come on, Pickett. Pickett. No, they’re not going to bully you….Now, come on. Pickett!” But the little guy clings by his spindly hands to one of Newt’s fingers, desperate not to return to the tree. “Pickett they won’t bully you love.” I said as they moved through my hair to get on my right shoulder as I put them back on there tree.

Newt lets out a heavy sigh as Pickett still didn’t let go of Newt. “Alright. But that is exactly why they accuse me of favoritism…” Newt said as he puts Pickett onto his shoulder and turns and walks away. “I wonder where Dougal’s gone to.” I said, devastated, as we approach a large, round, empty nest.

Before Newt could answer, we hear chirping and he runs over to the nest of the baby Occamys. “Alright, I’m coming….I’m coming.” He mutters as he approaches the nest and scoops up one of them. “Mum and Dad are here.” He whispers as I walk up behind him.

When we started rescuing these creatures, Newt and I agreed that we would be the Mum and Dad to these creatures and the names kinda stuck even though we’re siblings.

“Ah–hello, you–let me take a look at you.” Newt said as he examines the baby Occamy. “I know these guys.” Mr. Kowalski said with a slight smile. “New Occamy.” Newt mutter and I look over at Mr. Kowalski, smiling. “Your Occamy.” I said to him with a slight bow causing him to look up at me in surprise.

“What do you mean? My Occamy?” He asked in slight shock. “Yes–do you want to….?” Newt asked him as he proffers the Occamy to Mr. Kowalski. “Oh wow…..yeah, sure. Okay….” He said as he holds the newborn creature.

He moves to stroke its head but the baby nips at him and he starts backwards. “Ah no, sorry–don’t pet them. They learn to defend themselves early. See, their shells are made of silver so they’re incredibly valuable.” I said to him. “Okay.” Mr. Kowalski said with worry.

“Their nest tend to get ransacked by hunters.” Newt said as Mr. Kowalski hands the baby back to him. “Thank you.” Mr. Kowalski said as Newt places the Occamy back into the nest. “Mr. and Miss. Scamander?” He asked a bit starstrucked. “Call me Newt.” Newt responded. “And call me Andy.” I said with a kind smile.

“Newt… Andy… I don’t think I’m dreaming.” He said as he stared around at this place in wonder. “What gave it away?” I asked him, vaguely amused.

“I ain’t got the brains to make this up.” He replies and Newt and I share a glance at each other and smile then look over at Mr. Kowalski, flattered about what he said. “Actually, Andy would you mind showing Mr. Kowalski how to feed the Mooncalves?” Newt asked me. “Sure!” I said with delight and grab the bucket of pellets.

“Bugger!” Newt said, annoyed. “What wrong?” I called out. “Niffler’s gone.” Newt said as he looks at the nest which was full of coins, jewels and other treasures. “Of course he has, little bugger. Any chance to get his hands on something shiny.” I said as I lead Mr. Kowalski to the Mooncalves habitat.

We make it towards a large moonlit rock which was populated by little Mooncalves, shy with huge eyes filling their whole faces. “Hello.” I said to them as they jump and hop down the rocks towards Mr. Kowalski and I. “Hello, fellas!” Mr. Kowalski said with a smile.

“Take it easy–take it easy…Okay Mr. Kowalski, you just have to do this to feed them.” I said as I reach into the bucket, grab a handful of pellets and throw them in the air and the Mooncalves bob, eagerly, up and down eating the food. Mr. Kowalski smiles and grabs a handful of pellets and throws some more in the air and they bob up and down. Mr. Kowalski chuckles as he continues this and I look over and see Newt some feet away from us.

He is cradling a luminescent creature, with sprouting alien-like tendrils, and feeding it with a bottle. “You look like a father, Brother dear.” I joked as Newt smiled and laugh slightly. “I thought we discussed that I am the mother.” He said smiling slightly causing me to burst out laughing.

“Mr. Kowalski?” I hollered, looking around. I look behind me and notice the snowscape section’s curtain was billowing open. “Oh no…NEWT!” I shouted as I drop the bucket and head towards the curtain.

I run into the snowscape area and see Mr. Kowalski slowly approaching the Obscurus. “Step back.” I said, sharply, and Mr. Kowalski snapped out of his trance and jumped. “Jeez..” He muttered with a hand on his chest. “Step back…” I said, sternly, and at that moment I hear Newt walk next to me. “What’s the matter with this?” Mr. Kowalski asked us. “She said step back.” Newt said, sharply.

“What the hell is this thing?” He asked us again. “It’s an Obscurus.” Newt replied in a cold tone. Mr. Kowalski looks at us with a confused look. “Everything is gonna be okay.” I said to the Obscurus as Newt took Mr. Kowalski as far away from it. “That wasn’t very nice to try and lure him in.” I said as the Obscurus gently moves around me.

“I’m glad you didn’t leave us. Merlin knows what would happen to you if you left us. These wizard and witches could kill you.” I said as I press my hand gently on the bubble as I felt it vibrate as if it was purring. “Andy!” I heard Newt called causing me to laugh lightly. “I must be going now. I’ll talk to you as soon as possible.” I said with a soft smiled before leaving the area.

I stopped as I saw a flashed imagine of Credence. “Credence?” I mumbled softly as I turned abruptly and heads back towards the hut. “We need to get going, find everyone who’s escaped before they get hurt.” Newt said as I enter another forest section.

“Before they get hurt?” Mr. Kowalski asked, confused again. “Yes, Mr. Kowalski. See, they’re currently in alien terrain, surrounded by millions of the most vicious creatures on the planet… Humans.” Newt said as he stops and stares into a large savannah enclosure. “So where would you say that a medium-sized creature that likes broad, open plain–trees–waterholes—that kind of thing—where might she go?” Newt asked Mr. Kowalski.

“In New York City?” Mr. Kowalski as a bit confuse before thinking about it. “Yes.” I replied. “Plains?” He asked as he shrugs, thinking of something. “Ah–Central Park?” He suggested, but seeing that we were serious. “Well, look, I would come and show you, but you two don’t think it’s kind of a double cross? The girls take us in–they make us hot cocoa…” Mr. Kowalski said trying to convince us.

“You do realize that when they see you’ve stopped sweating, they’ll Obliviate you in a heartbeat.” I said as I crossed my arms over my chest. “What does ‘Bliviate’ mean?” He asked confused. “It’ll be like you wake up and…” I started as I snap my fingers. “All memory of magic is gone.” I finished saying to him.

“I won’t remember any of this?” He asked. “No.” Newt and I said in unison as I got Leo back into my skin again. Mr. Kowalski looks around this extraordinary world around him then looks back at us. “Alright, yeah–okay–I’ll help you.” He said with a nod of his head. Newt and I smirk as I pick up the bucket. “Come on, then.” Newt said as I ran off excitedly and, with Mr. Kowalski behind us, off we went.

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mirkwoodshewolf · 5 years ago

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Moments with mini-angel; Brian May

*Author’s note*

Hey guys well I promised you a new update for the Rock Angel and here it is. Here we have Brian’s part and for the last part of this chapter it’ll finally be our God-papa Roger. I promise I will try to fill that part in with as much fluff as I can cause let’s be honest, DOMESTIC ROGER IS MY SHIT!!!! And just based on how I’ve written him with Kelly already as well as our Rock Angel, I’ve gotta make the next part rot your teeth out.

But for now you all will have to read Brian’s part. Now I had to do some research but if things are still incorrect, esp. if my readers out there are moms themselves, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE let me know. So anyway I hope you all enjoy this next part of Rock Angel and until next time my dears :)

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*2½ months old. 1986 Napa, CA*

Oh my god the past few days have been such a nightmare. It first started 4 days ago when Kelly just woke up screaming. At first I thought she might’ve been hungry or needed a change but for the whole day she just would not stop crying.

So Jack called up our pediatrician, Dr. Collins and when we brought our little girl in there the next day, he had diagnosed her with colic. At first we were extremely worried that Kelly was seriously sick but he explained to us that it’s natural that some babies get it and all it was is just some discomfort and babies crying longer than normal.

He gave us some tips on how to help Kelly feel comfortable until the colic passed and that’s what we’ve been doing. But it seems no matter what we do, she seems to be in even more agony.

Jack was currently trying to massage her while he sat down on the living room chair while I was prepping her warm bottle. But at this point the bottle was overflooding as I was leaned up against the sink exhausted.

Suddenly the doorbell rang and I shot up awake. I turned the tap off and quickly raced to the door.

“I got it Jack, you just keep trying to massage her. It’s probably that arsehole across the street complaining about Kelly again.”

“God we’ve explained things to him, can’t he just let it go!” Jack snapped. I went up to the door and opened it before snapping out.

“Look Mr. Kowalski we already told you our baby’s—”

“Seems I’ve encountered the mad lioness. I can always come back later.” The second I saw that familiar poodle hairstyle, I knew that I had just snapped at Brian.

“Oh god Bri I am so sorry. I just—”

“Seems you’re having some trouble in there. Is everything okay? Cause no offense love but you look dreadful.”

“I feel dreadful. Kelly’s got colic.” Brian hummed in understandment.

“I remember when Jimmy went through it. God worst time of our lives. If you’d like from one parent to another, I’d be more than willing to help.”

“Oh Bri would you really?”

“Of course. Besides I’ve been meaning to drop by and see the little darling.” I opened the door further allowing him to enter the house while I closed the door. “Oh my. Someone’s definitely fussy.” Brian said as he could really hear Kelly’s crying.

“We’ve tried everything the doctor said we could do but nothing’s worked.” I told him. We finally arrived at the living room and saw Jack now trying to get Kelly to fall asleep by massaging her back.

“Hey Bri. I—wish this visit was on better terms.” He greeted Brian.

“(Y/n) told me what’s been going on. Here, may I try something?” he extended his arms out wanting to take Kelly. Jack then transferred Kelly over to Brian then he said to us, “Now why don’t you both try to get some sleep?”

“But Bri—” I started off.

“Ah-ah-ah. (Y/n) don’t argue with me, you know you can never win against me. Now you and Jack head on upstairs and into bed.” Jack and I looked at each other and gave into his decree.

“Okay.” I surrendered.

“But you—you will wake us up if you need help though, right?”

“Yes, yes. Now best foot forward, both of you go on.” I softly grinned before Jack wrapped his arm around my shoulders and the two of us walked out of the living room and headed up the stairs to try and get some long awaited sleep.

*Brian’s POV*

Work’s every time. One look and the student always obeys the professor. I looked down at little Kelly and her painful screams brought me back to when Jimmy was just a few weeks old and he dealt with colic.

“Ohh I know sweetheart, I know. Shhh my little badger cub, it’ll be okay.” I soothingly massaged her back as I had her head resting on my shoulder. I sat down on the couch and lay her across my lap on her back and gently rubbed her stomach, remembering what Chrissie and I would do to Jimmy to help ease his stomach.

Her crying softened as she stared up at me. I smiled down at her and gently stroked her tiny, chubby cheek.

“There we go my little cub. That feels a bit better don’t it?” she still fussed about uncomfortably and flail her arms about. “Don’t you worry love, I know it seems like this’ll last forever but it won’t.” I stood up and walked over to kitchen to wet up a warm washcloth. “Here we go love, let’s see if this won’t help you out just a little bit more.”

After wringing it out, I placed the warm cloth right there on her bare tummy and I decided to sing to her a song that never failed to get her mum to sleep whenever she was stressed or overworked, a song that I hadn’t sung in years “Someday, One day”.

As I sung the first verse, I walked out of the kitchen and back into the living room to sit down on the recliner chair and slowly began to rock back and forth. Kelly’s teary eyes looking up right at me.

You never heard my song before

The music was too loud But now I think you hear me well

For now we both know how No star can light our way in this

Cloud of dark and fear But some day, one day...

*My POV*

I couldn’t sleep. Not with hearing my baby be in so much pain. She needed me, maybe there was something else I could do for her. As quietly as I could, I snuck out of the bed and slowly crept down the stairs but that’s when I heard the familiar sound of Brian’s singing.

His soft, angelic tenor range singing a song that I hadn’t heard him sing since I was still an intern with them. It was one of my favorite song’s of his from Queen’s very early days. Along with ’39, ‘Someday one day’ was another song I would ask Brian to sing to me if he ever got the chance.

I looked over through the entry way to the living room and saw Brian holding my little baby in his arm while the two of them sat at the recliner, gently rocking back and forth.

My heart just melted at the sight especially once I had seen Kelly reach out and place her hand right at the end of Brian’s curly hair that hung from his shoulders. He chuckled lovingly down at her.

“You really do love my hair don’t you? You know for years I was never really quite comfortable with it. Thought it wouldn’t be rock and roll enough. But—eventually I accepted it, and came to see it as my own. And you know, you’re not the only one whose admired my hair. Your mum also loves my hair. Always taking any chance she could get just to even touch it while we were on the road together. Or just to admire it from afar, kinda like what she’s doing right now.”

Oh bollocks.

I came out of my hiding space and I said to him.

“It wasn’t your hair I was admiring. It was the fact that you were holding my baby all domestic like. Now I get a sneak peak of what you were like when you first became a dad.” He smiled at me.

“It was surprising at first. But the second I held Jimmy in my arms, I knew he was more precious to me than anything else in the world.” I gasped in mock surprise.

“Even more than Red Special?”

“Yes. But onto the matter at hand. Why are you awake missy? I thought I gave you a direct order to go straight to bed and get some long needed rest? Must I call Roger and let papa lion enforce my command?”

“No. I couldn’t sleep. Not with my baby in pain like this. But now it—seems you’ve managed to calm her down. God why are you guys so much better at this than we are?”

“First time parenting isn’t easy. Trust me (y/n). Deacy, Roger and I all made the very same first time parent mistakes. As did our wives. Cause unlike dealing with electronics, or how to play the guitar or drums, babies don’t come with instruction manuals. You gotta learn on the job, every day you’re learning something new. But believe me when I say that you and Jack already are the best parents because you both love this little girl so much.”

“Thanks Brian. Really. You and the guys have been such a big help to Jack and I.”

“We’re family (y/n). We’re always there for you both if you need us.” He leaned his forehead against mine and even gave me a small Eskimo kiss. It was then Kelly started getting fussy again as her tummy started acting up.

“Ohh honey-bear.” I cooed down at her as I stroked her cheek gingerly.

“Why don’t you take the second verse?”

“You sure?”

“I think what she needs more than anything is her mummy’s singing.” I looked back down at her and proceeded to sing the next verse of Brian’s song.

*Me*

Funny how the pages turn

And hold us in between A misty castle awaits for you And you shall be a Queen

*Brian*

You shall be a Queen *Me*

Today the cloud, it hangs

Over us and all is grey But some day, one day...

Brian and I looked at each other smiling and nodded and that’s when the two of us softly sung the last verse as a duet. Our voices blending together which caused Kelly to finally shut her eyes and settle down.

*Both*

When I was you and you were me

And we were very young Together took us nearly there,

The rest may not be sung So still the cloud it hangs over

Us and we're alone But some day one day... We'll come home

Finally after days of her endless crying and almost no hope of her getting to sleep, Kelly finally closed her eyes and fell right asleep against Brian’s chest.

“Oh my god. She finally fell asleep.” I whispered happily.

“Told you. I’ll give my mum and call and ask her for that special home remedy that she once made for Jimmy when he dealt with this. Rubbing it on her stomach twice a day for the next several days and she’ll be right as rain.” He gave my baby girl a gently kiss at the crown of her head and he handed her back to me so that I could take her back to the nursery and finally put her to bed.

And true to Brian’s word, he got the recipe from his mum and bless him he actually stayed with us the entire time to help us deal with Kelly’s colic.

After rubbing the substance on Kelly’s tummy for the next 2 weeks, her colic was started to lessen. Then when we took her to the doctor to see if the colic had gone or if we still needed to treat it, and surprisingly he had told us that the colic was now gone. Our baby girl was once again happy and healthy.

Brian stood by the front door with his suitcase in hand while Jack, Kelly and I were there to bid him goodbye.

“We can’t thank you enough for all that you’ve done for us Brian.” Said Jack.

“Oh believe me it was no trouble at all. If anything else comes up, please don’t be afraid to reach out to me.” He told us.

“I feel like I should be paying you for helping us out.” I said to him.

“Oh no payments are necessary. All that matters is that this mini angel is healthy again and that I could leave with seeing that sweet smile on her face.” Brian said as he playfully tickled Kelly’s tummy which made her do that gummy smile of hers. The three of us smiling down at her cause it felt like an eternity since we’ve seen that smile of hers.

“In all serious Bri, thank you.”

“Anytime (y/n). Take care of yourselves. I mean it now.” He playfully scolded me as he pointed at me.

“We will.” We hugged each other and kissed each other’s cheek. Brian then leaned down and kissed Kelly and cooed goodbye to her. He then turned to Jack and the two of them hugged each other.

“Drive safely Brian.” Jack told him.

“I will Jack, you keep an eye on your girls.”

“You got it.” Brian then took his suitcase and headed back over to his car and waved goodbye to us as he stepped inside it and drove off. We waved and bid him a goodbye.

Once he was out of sight from the house, Jack and I turned to each other and we smiled at each other before looking down at Kelly.

“I think we deserve a well-cooked lunch.”

“I agree. Come here Kelly-bear. What would you like, hmm?” Jack asked his baby as he took her from my arms. She babbled as Jack said, “Oh don’t be ridiculous baby you can’t eat chicken just yet.” I shook my head playfully at him.

“How about some mac and cheese and applesauce?” I suggested as I tickled my baby’s cheek. She let out an ‘ahhh’ which made the two of us smile widely.

“I’d say that’s a yes.” Jack praised.

“Alright well let’s get inside and wash up.” Jack and I walked back inside the house and I shut the door behind us as I prepared my family with a warm mac and cheese lunch.

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chaoticsimlish · 5 years ago

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For @foxsimthings‘ Zenith, I present Baroness Montesque Von Grimsby II

Recovered (poorly) from the files of one Intergalactic Armed Forces Commandant Ryzer Kowalski

Monty: C’mon Kowalski, why am I here? For once, I didn’t do anything illegal!

Kowalski: You know why you’re here, you owe me one.

M: Oh come onnnnnn, we made that deal like three years ago!

K: Well I held up my end, I got you out of lockup on Kasmar-1 and you never gave me my money. Which I generously forgave since you blackmailed the boss into keeping me.

M: And you’re welcome for that-

K: BUT, if you want out of lockup this time, you’re gonna have to work for it.

M: BUT I didn’t do anything illegal?!

K: Well lets go through your charges again shall we?

M: Ugh please nooooo

K: You snuck onto the Imperial Shuttle of the Emperor of Dashkar, which is trespassing. You then dismantled his shuttle’s engine for scraps, which is destruction of private property and theft.

M: I get it Kow-

K: You then proceeded to get caught in the act and beat down six security guards with that bionic fist of your’s, so that’s assault and if you’re lucky attempted murder.

M: You certainly didn’t mind my fist when we-

K: AND, to top it all off, you then drop kicked the Emperor’s prized Itherian Vase, which by the way was worth over eight billion units, out the shuttle door as a distraction before running square into me and nearly pushing me off the railing of the space port which would have probably killed me.

M: -shrugs- Probably.

K: Now, where in all of that, do you have any argument that you didn’t do anything illegal?

M: I was liberating the parts from his ship to supply an engine for a ship full of starving refugees and orphans?

K: I’m not even going to dignify that with a response. Here’s what we’re gonna do. I will make this all disappear, like the guardian angel I am, IF you tell me exactly what you were really doing and dance for me just a little bit. Nothing sexy, I just want you to make an absolute ass of yourself so I have something to hold onto for a little security on my end.

M: -feigns shock- Kowalski, I’m surprised at you, you would stoop so low as to blackmail me? Me? Your first girlfriend? Your old partner in crime? The mother of your children? The one who taught you how to ride a cyberscooter?

K: Yeah none of that is true, but yes here I am, stooping to your level.

M: UGH FINE BUT NO ONE SEE’S THIS FOOTAGE OR SO HELP ME I WILL SCAVENGER YOUR ORGANS

K: Little dramatic, but alright. No one sees this as long as you keep your promises to me.

M: -rolls her eyes- FINE...I was trying to make myself a ship. There’s a shuttle heading to Earth from the Zenith Station and I need to be on that shuttle when it goes back. -sighs- Their engine is like every mechanical sex dream I’ve ever had and I need to look at it, I need to study it and I need to touuuuch itttt.

K: You’re really fucking weird you know that?

M: I know! But with my home life being the way it is, seeing as I’m the one carrying my lovely father’s name and I’m a total fuck up, I figured if I can just get on the Zenith, I might be able to actually go legit and be a real engineer instead of, y’know -gestures at her entire self- this.

K: Look, I know you and the Baron don’t get along, but committing several crimes in an attempt to possibly go legit doesn’t really seem like the way to go. Besides aren’t you in line for some throne somewhere? Shouldn’t you be more focused on that?

M: Kowalski, K-dog-

K: Don’t call me that.

M: You and I both know that I’m never gonna be on that throne, I’m C R A Z Y remember? You really think they’re gonna let a psychopathic criminal buried neck deep in a scrap pile on the throne? I mean look at me, I’m pretty sure this grease is permanent.

K: Alright alright I get the point. I’ll let you get out of this so you can try to go legit. Alright?

M: YES thank you Kowalski! You are really my hero and if you ever want to go for round two on the bionic fi-

K: -puts hand up- No no once was enough. Alright now you have to hold up your end of the bargain. Dance monkey dance.

M: Oh right, -stretches out a moment before making ungodly animal noises and convulsing in a dance beyond any kind of quality-

K; Hahahaha that’s the good stuff! Ohhhh man, try having any cred anywhere if this shit gets out!

#monty #montesque von grimsby II #mysims #my sims #sims 4 #scifi sims #a delight a mess of a person

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yesloverboy · 5 years ago

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She’s Thunderstorms (Billy Hargrove x Reader) Part 1

SUMMARY: You’re the new girl in town and everyone wants to get to know you, including Hawkin’s resident bad boy– Billy Hargrove. Unimpressed by his endless flirting and obnoxious bravado, you turn him down again, again, and again. The only problem is, Billy doesn’t take no for an answer, and he certainly doesn’t turn down a challenge. But, after almost a month of playing the game, when does it stop being a challenge and start becoming something more?

word count: 3,978

[Warnings: swearing, underage drinking, smut in the future but none for now.]

NOTE: Hey y’all, I know that this isn’t a request (and it’s not my typical work), but I have been absolutely dying to get this series out of my system since I finished season 3 of Stranger Things. If you haven’t finished the series, there aren’t any spoilers pertaining to the plot, but there will be characters and details mentioned from the new season so be warned! Since Billy is our favorite 80s bad boy, I figured he’d fit right into my blog just fine. As always let me know what you think, and I’ll get back to my regularly scheduled programming soon.

permanent tags: @colsonbakersnoseringmain, @lululovesgwtw, @kingbouji3

You were in detention the first time Billy laid eyes on you. The whole week there had been a buzz through the student body about a new kid that wasn’t him, and he was satisfied to have finally found you. It was a warm fall afternoon, the sun still persistent in the sky as it shone through the classroom window and rested on your hair.

Billy had stormed into the room fifteen minutes late, shoving the door open so hard that it clattered noisily against the cinderblock wall. As expected, everyone in the room jumped at the intrusion and turned their heads to face the culprit. To Billy’s immediate dissatisfaction, you hadn’t budged. Not even an inch.

Your eyes were trained on the tattered paperback in your hand, while the headphones of your walkman remained firmly nestled in your permed hair. Billy may have been halfway across the classroom, but he didn’t need to be close to recognize the distorted guitar sounds of The Clash emitting from your seat by the window. With a smirk, his gaze fell from your glossy tresses to the ragged Iron Maiden shirt clinging to your waist. Judging by the safety pins holding together the collar of your shirt and the motorcycle boots on your feet, Billy could tell you wouldn’t fade into the background like all the other Hawkins girls. You looked like trouble, and Billy loves trouble.

Confident as ever, Billy strutted over, the heels of his boots pouding rhythmically against the linoleum as he snaked his way through the rows of desks. He took the seat in front of yours, straddling the desk’s chair in order to face you. Still, you didn’t move. You were too busy getting lost in the words of Stephen King as garbled guitar sounds rattled through your ears.

Irritated, Billy cleared his throat and waved a hand in front of your face. Unable to elicit a response, he decided to use drastic measures. With a forceful hand, he pulls at the side of your headphones, tugging one off of your ear and snapping it back into place.

“What the fuck?” you ask, looking up to find a pair of smug blue eyes staring devilishly into your own. You yanked off your headphones, keeping your fiery gaze locked on his.

“Glad to see you’ve returned to planet Earth,” Billy grins.

Dumbfounded by the boy’s audacity, you lay your paperback facedown on the desk forcefully. “Is there something you want?”

“Your name,” he wets his lips, a single hand absentmindedly fiddling with the gold pendant hanging from his neck. “Well– and maybe your number.”

“In your fucking dreams,” you scoffed. You rolled your eyes so far back into your head, you could swear you saw your IQ level dropping with each syllable the boy uttered.

“Now baby,” he jeered, voice dripping with condescension, “is that any way to talk to someone you just met?”

“According to my calculations, this is not meeting someone,” you gestured between the two of you with a rigid finger, “This is harassment.”

Billy ignored you, the smirk never leaving his face. His hand dropped the dainty gold pendant in favor of holding itself out to you, offering you a friendly shake. “Billy. Billy Hargrove.”

“Charmed,” you replied, rolling your eyes and grabbing your book back from its resting place on the desk’s surface. Billy’s hand hung in the space between you for a moment, making it seem as though he might be giving up after all. With a triumphant smile, you settled back into your chair and allowed yourself to be reabsorbed in the story again. Before were able to turn the page, Billy pulled the book out of your grasp and held it above its head.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me!” you shouted, unable to mask your outrage.

“Y/N Y/L/N! Keep your voice down!” Apparently your sudden outburst was enough to wake Mr. Kowalski from his afternoon nap at the front of the classroom.

Billy let the book fall in front of you with a soft thud, tongue running over his celebrity white teeth like the cat that caught the canary. “Well, well, well– Y/N sure is a nice name. ‘Suits you.”

Cheeks flooding red hot with frustration, you mentally kicked yourself for falling right into his trap. Usually you didn’t let assholes like Billy Hargrove get the best of you like this, but there was something about his glittering blue eyes and cocky grin that unnerved you.

“What do you want, Hargrove?”

Billy taps his chin thoughtfully, eyes flickering between you and the school’s parking lot just outside the window. “Well, since I’ve already got your name, I guess all that’s left is your number. What do you say, princess?”

You visibly cringed at the pet name, but Billy’s confidence was unshakable. You had never been the type of girl that people called princess. Not even your own parents would call you something so juvenile and delicate. Yet here Billy was, sitting across from you in his white shirt and blue jeans like some kind of sweet-talking, rock and roll, James Dean wannabe. Worst of all, he was calling you princess.

Multiple pairs of eyes burned into you as the rest of the students in the detention classroom gaped in awe. A girl resisting Billy Hargrove was completely unheard of, and there was no doubt in your mind that news of your exchange would be passed across the entirety of the student body by tomorrow morning. This wasn’t how you wanted to be known at your new school, but something about the way news travels fast gave you an idea.

Billy may have thought he bested you, but he unwittingly gave you the upperhand.

Mouth twisting into a sickly sweet grin, you grabbed Billy’s pendant and promptly tugged him forward. Instinctively, he puts a hand on your wrist and looks at you with eyebrows quirked in shock. For the first time since he walked in, Billy isn’t smiling anymore.

“Listen to me and listen carefully,” you purr, leaving no more than an inch of space between yours and Billy’s nose, “I wouldn’t give you my phone number even if you paid me, okay? So drop the act or I’ll drop you.”

Deep down, you knew your threats were empty. Sure, you could definitely hold your own in a scuffle, but there was no doubt in your mind that Billy is strong enough to take whatever he wanted– no questions asked. Still, the look of unbridled shock on Billy’s face at the words falling for your lips were priceless. Every eye in the classroom was trained on the two of you. Even Mr. Kowalski had glanced up from his own desk long enough to watch you turn Billy down.

Just as Billy opened his mouth to speak, the detention bell chimed overhead, ultimately dismissing everyone in the room. You shoved Billy away from you, releasing both him and the necklace from your grasp. The students around you scattered like mice, undoubtedly spouting off to their friends about what they had just witnessed. Billy Hargrove; rejected.

With your book under your arm and headphones slung around your neck, you sashayed out of the room, leaving Billy to sit alone in your wake.

“Hey!” Billy called after you, finally picking his jaw up off the floor and scrambling to his feet. “This isn’t over yet!”

You turned on your heel to face him and began walking backwards down the hall, both of your hands shooting middle fingers in his general direction.

“What do you say to that, princess?” you mocked.

Billy’s hands knotted themselves into fists as he watched you walk away victorious. In that moment, everything from your jewel-colored eyes to your sarcastic smile was infuriating to him. Never in his life had he ever been bested by a girl, and you all but humiliated him in front of at least a dozen people. All it took was you– just some chick in a scruffy Iron Maiden tee and holes in her skintight jeans to drive him over the edge.

In a wave of unadulterated rage and frustration, Billy’s fist collided with a nearby locker, denting the metal and bloodying his knuckles. All he could see behind his eyes was your face, only an inch from his. You had been so close he swore he could detect a hint of cinnamon gum on your breath as sugar coated threats ghosted his lips. The memory alone was enough to make his jeans just a little bit tighter. You had been a total bitch, and yet he had relished every second of it.

Billy Hargrove was falling– hard.

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It had been almost three weeks since the first time you rejected Hargrove in detention, and he had been hot on your heels ever since. With each passing day came another put-down for Billy, and you found yourself wondering why in the hell he hadn’t given up yet. Hargrove could have any girl he wanted– in fact, he had every girl he wanted until you came along.

In your opinion, you were anything but special. You weren’t a cheerleader, you didn’t play sports, and you certainly were not well-liked. From what you were able to learn from your new friends Nancy and Jonathan, Billy seems to like everything to be easy. So why does he let you make everything so difficult? Your only talents seem to be mouthing off, getting an A+ on all of your assignments, and being sent to detention for listening to music instead of taking notes. Comparing yourself to the girls in Billy’s never-ending body count makes one thing very clear– you were not his type.

Even now, as you spend your free period sitting on the grass with Jonathan Byers, you can’t help but observe a clique of popular girls strutting around from afar. Sometimes, you find yourself wondering how it would feel to just give in and conform. Sure, everyone in all of Hawkins High knows you because of Billy, but the thought of being known for just being you is a completely foreign concept.

Your thoughts are soon brought to a halt when you notice the popular squad isn’t just wandering around aimlessly– they’re wandering directly towards you. With a skeptical eyebrow raised, you nudge Jonathan with your foot and motion for him to look upwards. His facial expression mirrors yours as he watches Carol bounce over, face full of purpose and a stack of orange flyers in her grip.

“Hey there, Y/N!” Carol greets you, her sing-song voice pitched high enough to curdle a glass of milk. “Can I talk to you for a minute?”

Eyes flitting over to Jonathan, you see him shrug indifferently; as if to say, what’s the harm? With a heavy sigh, you pull yourself up off of the ground and decide to find out what a girl like Carol could possibly want from you.

“What is it, Carol?” you ask, allowing the bluntness of your question to pierce through any awkward energy that might sit between the two of you. A chilly October breeze brushes past, ruffling Carol’s hair and sending chemical wafts of hairspray in your direction. Coughing into the sleeve of your black turtleneck, you try your best to offer her a polite smile.

Carol holds a flyer out to you with a perfectly manicured hand, eyeing you nervously. “Um, Tina and I are hosting a Halloween party next Friday. Everyone’s gonna be there– you should totally come!”

You take the flyer between your fingers and glance down at the bubbly penmanship and poorly drawn bats decorating the border, nose crinkling with distaste. “Yeah thanks, but no thanks. I’d rather watch a bloody movie and get drunk with people I actually like.”

Jonathan chuckles softly from his place on the ground, knowing full well that the movie night you were speaking so highly of would most likely be at his house with no one but you, Nancy, and his kid brother, Will.

Carol’s mouth falls open, her fuschia stained lips forming the rounded shape of bewilderment. “Oh come on, Y/N! Everyone is going to be there, and if you’re not– well, then that’s not everyone, now is it?”

“Wow, what an astute observation, Carol,” you grin, gazing into the autumn sky, “It really is a wonder how you’re failing Algebra, now is it?”

Just as you had hoped, Carol’s flock of vapid followers started chittering in a chorus of laughs and whispers. Clearly fed up with you attitude, Carol grabs you by the arm and jerks you a few feet out of earshot. Rather than resisting, you allow her to pull you along. Over your shoulder, you glance back at Jonathan and see his face riddled with worry. With a small smile, you shoot him a wink and watch as his shoulders relax into their more normal, rigid state.

“Okay, Carol,” you say as she finally releases you, “What’s this really about?”

Carol let’s out a huff, her breath just now starting to become visible in the cool air. “Listen, if you don’t go to this party, then Billy won’t be at this party, and I need Billy if anyone is going to show up at all.”

“Oh, well since you put it that way– I’m definitely not going.”

Carol rolls her eyes, hand firmly planted on her hips, “Do you seriously have to be such a bitch all of the time, Y/N?”

“Yeah, Carol, I actually do,” you smirk, outwardly enjoying the way that Carol’s face is going flush with raw anger, “What’s the matter with the Keg King, anyways? I thought he never turned down a party.”

“He said he wouldn’t go if you weren’t there, now will you please stop being so difficult and just say you’ll go?”

“No,” you say flatly. If there’s one thing you dislike more than Carol’s fake smile, it’s Carol’s fake smile trying to tell you what to do.

Naturally, you expect Carol is going to get pissy and cause some kind of scene in front of all of your peers. You’d know her tactics well– instead of actually putting up a fight she would usually scream at the object of her irritation until embarrassment took over. What you didn’t expect was the possibility of Carol grabbing your hand and begging.

With both of her boney-fingered hands wrapped around your wrist, she gazes up at you and bats her mascara encrusted lashes pleadingly. “Please, Y/N! I promise I’ll do anything you want, whenever you want it, okay? I just need this party to be rad, and you’re the only way that’s gonna happen.”

Shaking your hand out of her grasp, you pull away from her pathetic display and immediately start to feel bad. So maybe Carol isn’t your favorite person, but if you had known she would be practically groveling at your feet just to go to some stupid party, you probably would’ve been a little bit nicer. Just a little.

Pinching the gap between your eyes, you face Carol’s expectant eyes once again. “What if I told you I’d think about it? Is that good enough for now?”

Squealing with delight, Carol practically jumps on top of you, securing her slender arms firmly around your tense frame. The heels of your boots grind into the gravel at Carol’s added weight, and you aren’t sure how much longer you can hold the two of you afloat. Before your knees have the chance to give out, Carol plants her pink lips on the side of your face in gratitude and sets you free of her grip.

“Ew, Carol, what the fuck?” you cringe, wiping at the inevitable pink lipstick stain that you know is already seeping into your skin.

“You’re the best, Y/N!” Carol all but skips back towards her posse, tossing a flyer over to a preoccupied Jonathan as she passes by. “Oh and don’t forget to find a costume!” she shouts, a wicked gleam in her eye.

You are just about to tell Carol to keep her stupid voice down when you spot him staring at you from across the way. The moment your eyes lock, Billy starts making a beeline towards you and Jonathan. Now Carol’s sudden outburst of childlike excitement and shouting made a sickening amount of sense. Sure, she still needed you to go to that party, but when she saw an opportunity for revenge against your snide comments– she took it.

“Well hey there, princess,” Billy’s voice is smooth as honey as he approaches. He leans his denim clad body against a tree near where you’re standing; close, but not close enough to touch you.

“And to what do I owe the displeasure of seeing you today, Hargrove?” you spit, your fake smile nearly broad enough to match Billy’s disgustingly genuine one.

“What?” Billy shrugs, pulling a crumpled pack of cigarettes out of his jacket pocket nonchalantly, “Can’t I pay the queen of Hawkins High a visit?”

“Queen?” you snort, staring at Billy incredulously. Of all the stupid pet names, this one was certainly a first. “Am I a queen or a princess, Billy? Make up your fucking mind.”

Billy ignores your question and instead holds out his open pack of cigarettes towards you, one already firmly planted between his flawless teeth. Begrudgingly you accept, cursing yourself for letting Billy catch you smoking behind the school last week. His new tactic for winning your affections was calculating when exactly you might be craving a cigarette, and if he had seen as much of your interaction with Carol as you thought, then he knows you definitely need one.

“Well,” Billy replies, letting out a few puffs of smoke, “Miss Nancy Wheeler was the queen of Hawkins, but now there’s a new king. Meaning, no more Queen Nancy– isn’t that right, Byers?”

Jonathan, who is still sitting just within earshot, only nods in response. Even though Billy had a reputation of hurting anyone who so much as looked at him the wrong way, Jonathan should know that you wouldn’t let anything happen to him while you’re standing there. You do your best to ignore the way Jonathan’s eyes remain firmly locked on the ground in front of him. Jonathan only takes calculated risks, and making eye contact with Billy Hargrove today isn’t going to be one of them.

“What are you implying?” you scowl. Billy holds out his Zippo lighter to you, its flame flickering in the autumn wind as he offers to light your cigarette for you. You ignore his fake act of gentlemanliness and fish your own light out of your front pocket. It may not be as nice as Billy’s, but at least it’s yours.

Billy clicks his tongue in amusement, snapping his Zippo closed in one swift motion. “I’m not implying anything, what I’m saying is that you’re as good as mine, sweetheart. Making you the new queen of Hawkins.”

“Last I heard, no girl has been yours for more than fifteen minutes,” you smirk, flicking the ash on the end of your cigarette towards the toe of Billy’s boot.

Billy’s fist clenches tightly as his side, but he manages to maintain his composure. Although you can feel your words squirming underneath Billy’s skin, he refuses to let you see him break. No other person gets his blood pumping quite like you, and he would do anything to wipe the condescension off of your face with the heat of his own mouth.

“So I’m guessing that means no couple’s costume for Carol’s Halloween party?” he frowns, “A little birdy told me you’d be there.”

“If by little birdy you mean Carol’s loud mouth squawking from across the lawn– then sure, you heard her fawning over a maybe, not a yes.”

Billy takes a daring step closer to you, unafraid to walk directly into the line of fire. His golden tan glows under the rays autumn sunshine as his dark eyelashes fluttering gently over orbs of ocean blue, making your heart leap uncomfortably in your chest. It pains you to admit it, but your head and your heart have started going to battle every time Billy comes within ten feet of you. Deep down, you know Billy’s chase has to be a product of boredom. Everyone wants what they can’t have, and you made it clear from the jump that Billy had a snowball’s chance in hell of ever getting a date with you.

Still, the feeling of your heart hammering your chest tells an entirely different story, and you would be damned if Billy ever found out.

“How about you and me go costume shopping after class, hmm? Whatever you want and it’s yours. No funny stuff.”

You smirk, giving Billy a quick once over and sucking in a long drag from your cigarette. Billy shifts anxiously in his boots, knotting a free hand through his sandy blond mullet. Being used to your smart mouth and sharp wit, the beat of silence between the two of you made him very on edge.

“Okay, no Halloween shopping then– how about just a regular date?” Billy flounders, desperate to keep your attention longer than the lifespan of the cigarette between your fingers. “Same deal as always. If you still don’t like me after, then I’ll never bother you again. Scout’s honor.”

In true Billy fashion, he closes his offer with a cheap wink, giving you all the false confidence of a gameshow host. Even if there’s a chance that you are becoming a little fond of Billy, you enjoy watching him falter and break into little pieces as the days go by.

Before you even get the chance to deny him, the bell rings and dismisses the three of you from your free period. Billy lets out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding, grateful that your opportunity to reject him had been cut short. You flick your cigarette on the ground near Billy’s foot, momentarily stepping into his personal sphere to grind the cherry into dust with your boot.

“Saved by the bell yet again, Hargrove,” you taunt, blowing your last lungful of cigarette smoke into Billy’s pretty face. Before you’re able to take another step towards Jonathan, Billy catches your sleeve with a calloused hand. Twisting your arm, you try to free yourself to no avail. Billy was strong, far stronger than you ever thought. With one tug of his arm, he pulls you towards his chest and leans in closely.

“Meet me by my car after class?” he whispers, peachy lips tickling the shell of your ear so delicately that a chill races up your spine. Billy’s as close to you as the first day you met, and you can’t help but find a comfortable familiarity in the scent of woodsy cologne and motor oil radiating from his body. As he turns his head to meet your gaze, you find a softness in Billy’s eyes that you didn’t recognize. He looks so raw and vulnerable in that moment that you begin to wonder if he can see right through you.

In a sudden burst of panic-stricken energy, you shove Billy away from you with every bit of strength you can muster. The sudden movement takes Billy by surprise, loosening his hold on your arm just enough for you to pull it free.

“Hold your breath until I do,” you hiss, immediately stomping away with an awestruck Jonathan Byers in tow.

Flinching every so slightly at the anger in your voice, Billy watches you walk away just like he had a dozen times before. Only this time, the grin plastered across his face didn’t waver. He knows he shouldn’t have touched you, but catching you off guard was the only way he could find out the truth– you wanted him too.

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