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daydreaming-nerd · 4 years ago

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Out of Love (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Request by anon: “Hello there! Can I request a oneshot where Bucky thinks you're falling out of love him and it worsens when he sees you being affectionate with your new guy friend”

Warnings: Angst, fluffy ending, insecure Bucky, implied smut at the very very end.

an: I’m gonna start writing shorter fics because I’m seeing other blogs doing it and I think that might be what people are wanting right now? Please let me know if I’m wrong here lol.

It was a lovey Sunday morning and Bucky and I were taking a stroll through New York after having grabbed some breakfast at our favorite little cafe. It was warm and sunny out with a slight breeze in the air. Spring flowers lined the city streets and everything felt so light and airy.��

I felt someone bump into my right shoulder and I immediately turned to see who it was. I hoped they would say sorry but they said something very different.

“y/n?” the man said, upon further inspection I realized that I knew this man.

“Tyler?” I said. “what are you doing in New York?”

“I’m here on business! I’ve been here for a month and I’ll be here for another two months.” He exclaimed.

“Wow I haven’t seen you since college!” I said.

“It looks like you finally got everything you wanted,” he said gesturing to the city around us “you finally got to live in New York.”

“It took a while but I made it! I can’t believe you’re here right now, it’s been so long.”

“I know, I was actually hoping I would run into you here.” He said bashfully.

All the sudden I felt Bucky squeeze my left hand.

“Oh my goodness where are my manners? Tyler this is Bucky,” I said allowing them to shake hands. “Tyler and I were like best friends in college.”

“So you’re the boyfriend?” Tyler asked.

“That’s me,” Bucky said feeling uncomfortable.

“Wow the infamous Winter Soldier,” He said looking at Bucky’s left hand. “I guess I don’t have to worry about anything happening to her do I,” he chuckled.

“You definitely don’t,” Bucky said.

“You’re one lucky guy scoring her. You better take care of her for me.” Tyler smiled.

“I will,”

“Well we better go Tyler we’ve got some errands to run today but you should text me and we can get together again,” I said to him.

“That would be awesome! It was nice to see you again y/n, and nice to meet you Bucky,” He said leaning down to give me a hug.

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After seeing Tyler on the street Bucky and I went home to continue our date night. That is until I walked out of the bathroom and he was gone. I asked F.R.I.D.A.Y where he was and found that he was on the gym working out. I figured he must’ve left his water bottle there again but when a two minute task turned into a fifteen minute task I realized that he was probably working out. I didn’t mind though, Bucky had been through a lot in his life, sometimes weird things bring back his old memories and he has to blow off some steam. I was walking towards the bench to take off my heels seeing as we weren’t going to dinner tonight when I heard my phone go off.

Any dinner plans tonight? I still haven’t found the best place to get New York pizza? -Tyler

I smiled and thought for a second before replying.

Meet me at Di Fara Pizza in Brooklyn ;)

I grabbed my purse and off I went!

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“This is it?” asked Tyler looking at the slightly run down pizza place.

“Yep this is it,” I smiled. “The guy who opened it back in 64′, Dom DeMarco still runs the place and makes all the pizzas!”

“Okay I trust you,” Tyler said before linking his arm in mine and walking through the door.

“Y/n!” yelled Dom. “I haven’t seen you in so long!”

“Hi Dom! I know things have been crazy lately! I could really go for one of your famous cheese pizzas though,”

“Coming right up miss y/n!”

I went and sat down at one of the very few tables. Thankfully there was no one there so we had the joint to ourselves.

“How did you find this place?” Tyler said as we sat down.

“Tony actually showed me,” I laughed.

“Tony, as in Tony Stark?” He asked.

“Of course! He’s the reason I’m here. We met at a convention and he liked my work ethic and spunk. I begged him to let me intern for him and he said yes. So he shipped me out here to New York and now I live in the tower with everyone else.”

“That’s insane. Your life doesn’t even sound real,” he laughed.

“Yeah I have trouble convincing myself sometimes,”

“So you and the Winter Soldier? You always had a thing for bad boys but this is even a little crazy for you,” Tyler said as if trying to prompt me into saying I didn’t love Bucky.

“He’s not who he used to be. He’s not The Winter Soldier he’s Bucky Barnes and god do I love him.” I gushed.

“Y/n I don’t know,”

“Trust me Tyler, Bucky is absolutely amazing. He’s so sweet and I know he looks big and tough but he’s really a big teddy bear,” I said

“Here we are miss y/n a cheese pizza made just the way you like it,” Dom said interrupting Tyler’s thought.

“Thank you Dom you’re an angel,” I said.

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“Thank you for tonight y/n it was really nice to see you again.” Tyler said at the bottom of the Avengers tower.

“No thank you I had a great time! We’ll have to get together again sometime. Maybe this Friday I can get you the clearance to come in the tower.” I winked.

“That would be so cool!” Tyler exclaimed.

“I’ll talk to Tony and let you know,” I laughed.

“Well goodnight y/n,” Tyler said kissing my cheek.

That crossed the line for me.

“Tyler please don’t do that I’m with Bucky,” I said.

“Oh sorry,”

“Please leave me alone. I don’t know what you’re trying yo achieve here but I’m very happy with Bucky and I’m not going to let you mess it up. Goodnight Tyler,” I said opening the door to the tower.

I got off the elevator on my floor and saw that the light in Bucky and I’s room was still on. I walked in expecting Bucky to have fallen asleep with the lights on again but there he sat on the edge of the bed waiting for me.

“Hey,” I said softly.

“Where were you?” He asked standing up.

“I went to grab pizza with Tyler,” I said putting my bag on it’s hook by the door.

“Oh,” Bucky said somberly.

“Buck what’s wrong?” I asked him.

“Nothing,” He said.

I walked over and took his hands in mine.

“Bucky I know somethings wrong just tell me,”

He took a deep breath trying to spit out what was bothering him.

“Do you like Tyler?” he asked.

“Of course not Bucky,” I said putting my arms around his neck.

“I know I’m over reacting but I could tell that he really likes you and I was scared you might feel the same way,” He said wrapping his arms around my waist.

“Well trust me I definitely don’t feel the same way about him. Especially after tonight,” I said rolling my eyes.

“What happened tonight? Did he try anything with you?” He asked getting upset.

“He was a total prick all night. He was trying to act like you were still some evil assassin and then he kissed me on the cheek!”

“I’m gonna kill him,” He said trying to move past me.

“Woah there tiger, I already told him off,” I said.

“Really?”

“Yeah you should’ve seen the look on his face. He looked like he was gonna cry.” I laughed. “You don’t ever have to worry Bucky Barnes, I love you so much I can’t even stand it sometimes. You can’t get rid of me.”

“You could do so much better though doll. Someone without such a dark past, someone who isn’t as dangerous, someone who has both arms,” he said sadly.

“James Buchanan Barnes. Where else am I gonna find a man who can swing me around a dance floor like you do? A man who is old fashioned in all the best ways, who still believes in the notion of buying his best girl flowers for no particular reason. Not to mention a man who’s a gentlemen in the streets and an animal in the sheets.” I smirked.

“God I love you so much doll,” He said picking me up and swinging me around.

“Why don’t you show me how much you love me Barnes,” I said pulling him into a passionate kiss.

“Doll you read my mind,”

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pluto-art · 4 years ago

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Syncytium - Chapter 3

Title: Syncytium - Chapter 3 - Sodium Bicarbonate Words: 7,115 Rating: T

Fan Fiction: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13712482/3/Syncytium

As always, I recommend the fan fiction version, which includes all italics. Other than that, enjoy the full story below the cut!

September 16th, 1993 - 11:48 PM

Two little feet raced pitter-patter down a chatter-filled hallway in A.C.M.E. Arts & Sciences, its occupant laden with pen and petition, eagerly calling out to any hapless individual that came her way as that ever-present tam-o-shanter bounced atop her head.

"Signatures! Come put down your signatures! Sign the petition! Bring baseball back to A.C.M.E.!" Olivia called out, her little jingle ringing in its thick Scottish accent down the corridor and bouncing off the walls. "Baseball for all! Hear you shout! Let them know or we'll strike out!"

Like a fuzzy brown bullet she shot through the school, passing students and teachers, janitors and gym instructors, nearly running into the wall on two occasions, and receiving a sharp reprimand of "Watch it!" or "Land sakes!" from those whose book pages and scarves she ruffled on her flight down the hallways.

"Let your voice be heard! Put your name down! Have a- OOF!"

Olivia gasped as she landed on the hard, linoleum floor, having been knocked back by something tall and firm. She shook her head and looked up... and up... and up, into the stern face of Basil, teacher of Advanced Science and Deduction. Even for a mouse he was rather lanky, towering above Globetrotter and practically a giant to Olivia. The only other mouse in the school who reached his height was Pinky. He glared at her, one eyebrow cocked in silent judgement as he peered down from above, a great slab of papers cradled snugly against his side.

"Oh...," Olivia mumbled, gulping as she quickly stood up, face scrunching, and shook off her clothes, her little tam-o-shanter and petition laying very sorrowfully at her feet.

Basil sighed.

"Young lady," he began, bending down to pick up her hat and place it securely back on her head. "This is the third time this week we've met under unnecessarily chaotic circumstances and it's become... rather an interference in my daily schedule. Would you kindly keep harnessed certain frivolities at play, Miss Flabbergast?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Basil," Olivia muttered shyly, and not unkindly. "I'll be more careful."

She picked her clipboard with petition up off the floor, a little embarrassed.

"Sign my petition...?" she ventured, holding up the paper for Basil to see. He bent down to get a closer look at it.

"What's this for?" he asked.

"It's for a baseball stadium!"

"Baseball stadium?"

"Yes!" Olivia said, nodding excitedly. "So we can get sports back to the school!"

"Sports?" Basil nipped, practically spitting out the word as though it was a nasty slur. "Miss Flim-Flam, the last thing this university of science and culture needs is a bunch of dimwitted degenerates galloping about chasing after a ball. You'd do better to abandon the whole matter, in my opinion."

Olivia hung her head.

"But I doubt it will amount to anything," he continued, picking lint off his cardigan in a snooty fashion. "The most you could hope for is ten signatures, at least. Continue on your hapless venture if you must."

"Really?!"

"Yeeees yes yes. Now, run along."

"Thank you, Mr. Basil! I'll get more than ten. You'll see!"

"Jolly good," Basil replied curtly, sarcastically, pausing to flick a piece of dirt off Olivia's jacket. "Good day to you."

Olivia watched him as he went, his long shoes snapping click, click, click against the floor. She drew out a long breath of utter relief. Basil was fairer than Globetrotter. Anyone was fairer than Globetrotter. However, he still could get a bit cross when rubbed the wrong way, and it certainly wasn't the first time she'd gotten on his irritable side. She'd have to be more careful.

And so, as she continued her trek down the school hallways, calling out as she went (a bit more quietly this time), she jogged rather than sprinted, slipping between passerby with an "Excuse me" or "Pardon" and taking extra precaution not to bump into any more teachers, especially Globetrotter...

"Petition! Come you all and sign! Redefine!"

Maisy tossed Olivia an annoyed glance as she ran past, huffing a little and flipping back her hair as she dug through her locker.

"Since when did the principle allow kids to run around the school? I didn't think he'd be cool with that," she muttered.

Next to her, a chocolate-furred mouse leaned against his adjacent locker, deep in silent conversation as he texted rapidly on his phone.

"Why do you care?" he asked, not looking up at her.

"I dunno. It's just... This is like... a high-profile university, right? There shouldn't be any kids."

"We're kids."

"Um... Excuse me. I'm like... nineteen."

"Yeah. That's young, Maisy."

"Whatever," she spat, flicking her hair back again as she found what she was looking for: a red pencil with yellow flower print slapped all over it.

"Olivia is Flaversham's daughter," Gadget spoke from across the hall at her own locker, snapping her bulbous goggles atop her head as a matter-of-fact. "Everyone knows that." Tillie nodded next to her.

"Okay, but, like...," Maisy continued, pulling out a journal and tucking it under her arm, "... he works. When does he have time to watch her? He just lets her run around the school?"

"Well, isn't Mrs. Judson her nanny?" Tillie offered helpfully, albeit rather quietly. "I think that-"

Several students sprinted by. Tillie paused to let them pass before continuing.

"I think that she watches her in the nurse's office most of the day and lets her run errands."

"Yeah, but-," Maisy began, before being cut off herself as another batch of students trundled by, and then another. "But that doesn't give her leave to just-" More students. "To just run around whenever she-" Even more students. By this point, she could barely even see Gadget and Tillie. "Oh my gosh! I hate not having neighboring lockers!"

"It's lunchtime, Maisy," the male mouse said beside her, closing his phone with a sharp snap. "We should get going."

"Ugh. Fine. I'm starving anyway."

And so off they went, quartet heading for the cafeteria at the prompt hour of 12:00 PM, taking care not to bump into anyone as they entered the huge room.

Unlike the rest of the school, this area was terribly outdated. Or, rather, it had none of the classiness that the majority of the facility offered. Far from being dressed up in a mahogany coat, with comfortable seating, double-pane windows, and classical music that pumped itself like oxygen through the more casual areas of the building, the cafeteria resembled nothing less than something vomited out of an 80s shopping mall. The blue and purple paneling; the flashing neon food signs; the Whitney Houston music trapped perpetually within the speakers. It had it all. Students called it "The Flashback" or "The Blot", depending on who you talked to. The space had been heavily renovated a decade ago in an attempt to reflect the aesthetic at the time, and if the principal in office hadn't been ousted at the time for his radical ways the facility may very well have looked quite different by this point. As it stood, the cafeteria was an eye sore for some, a breath of fresh air for others, and it was a popular spot in which to congregate. If nothing else, the music was a relief. There was only so much Chopin one could take.

Chatter filled the dining area as the quartet entered. Already the tables were filling up, the smell of pizza and dumplings heavy in the air. Once upon a time, the food had reflected the decor: posh, healthy, and expensive. And then, of course, the cafeteria had been renovated, and with it the menu. No one had ever bothered to change the hot dogs back to ham; the grilled cheese back to caviar. Lemon sherbet tasted much better than shitake, and the students liked it that way.

"Think they're gonna have the jelly sauce again today?" Gadget asked, standing up on tip-toe to peer over at the food counter.

"Ew. Gosh. I hope not. That stuff is gro- HO MY GOSH," gasped Maisy.

"What?" Gadget asked, looking around, eyes wide. She hoped another wasp hadn't broken into the cafeteria again. Two had welcomed themselves in in the last week and she didn't think she could handle the stress another day.

"He's here," Maisy stressed, clutching at her heart and grabbing hold of Gadget's shoulder rather tightly.

Tillie and Gadget followed her gaze all the way across the floor to the food bar. There stood Pinky, dressed today in lab pants and a blue and gray striped shirt whose sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. Had it not been for the ridiculously long white lab pants that spilled over his shoes, Gadget thought he might have looked rather fetching. As it stood, though, he didn't. Maisy thought otherwise.

"Ugh. He's so hot."

"So hot he melts your brains?" the male mouse quipped, back to texting on his phone.

Maisy shot him a nasty look. Tillie didn't even notice.

"Wow. Clam chowder special," she mused, completely serious as she stared, astonished, at the counter.

"You're focusing on the food?!" Maisy exclaimed, flabbergasted. Tillie remained oblivious.

"Oh, I hope Mrs. Brisby isn't too early today. I rather like lunch break...," Tillie mused, loosening her shawl a little.

"But you also like her classes," said Gadget, smiling.

"I do. They're fun."

"Learning about weeds is fun?" asked Maisy.

"Agriculture is more interesting than you think it would be! You should try it sometime. It's fun!"

"Tillie, the only fun thing about this school is the lunch break."

The dark-furred he mouse with them rolled his eyes, his hands in his pockets.

"Seriously, Maisy? Not even the Chemistry class is interesting?" he mentioned, incredulous.

"Okay, well, that is a little bit interesting..."

The he mouse sighed.

"You're incredible. Our parents are paying good money for this school. You should be grateful. Come on. Let's stake a seat."

A few tables down, a gaggle of mice, moles, and a rat or two sat, chattering loudly. One of them, a black-haired mouse in a frilly, once-piece dress, sash around the middle and dark hair tied up in a bun, stood up in her chair and waved in their direction.

"Maaaaaaisy, girl! Come on! We've been waiting for you!"

"GIIIIRL! I was just about to ditch these losers! Gimme a sec!" Maisy called back, beaming. "Sorry, guys. I gotta go."

"Wha-..? But I thought we were gonna-" the male mouse began, taken aback.

"Sorry, Dex. I forgot I'd promised Marvell I'd be here at noon. We'll catch up later, I promise. Okay?"

"Yeah. Sure...," Dex shrugged dejectedly.

"Thanks, Dex. Bye, y'all!" said Maisy, and she ran off to join the loquacious group.

"Bye, loser!" Gadget joked back, shaking her head. "Airhead."

"Remind me why we hang out with her again?" Tillie asked, as the remaining three headed for the food bar.

Gadget shrugged.

"She's been my friend since middle school. I'd feel weird just ditching her."

"You wouldn't be missing much," Dex muttered, although there was a hesitancy in his voice.

Gadget threw him a sideways glance as she grabbed a tray, Tillie and Dex following suit.

"You know that's not true, Dex. She's a bit into herself, but you know she loves you."

Dex shrugged.

One by one, a steady line of students at the bar filed past the counter, picking off a box of salad here, a cup of macaroni there. Things reached a stand still at the chili bowl. Dex and Gadget stood up on tip-toe for a couple seconds, flattened back out on their feet, stared at each other, and rolled their eyes, sniggering. But of course...

The hold up, as per the norm, was Pip, one of the restaurant hands and the only chipmunk in the entire school. He was terribly chatty, not to mention contentious if you dared complain about any aspect of the food. Either something was wrong and he needed to comment on it, or someone he recognized as a friend had just crossed his path. Judging by the chipper tone of his voice, Gadget guessed it was the latter today.

"So what's with this petition? Lemme see that paper, sister!"

And he whipped from someone's hand a petite clipboard entrusted with several sheets of lined paper. He read through it quickly, nose almost touching the paper.

Gadget, Dex, and Tillie peered around the crowd ahead of them to see who had handed him the paper. Oh. Naturally.

There stood Olivia, rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet as Pip perused her petition, a wide, expectant smile on her face. Was there no place she wouldn't invade?

"Hmmm," Pip mused, tapping his foot a mile a minute as his keen eyes roved over the paper one more time. "Weeeeeeell, I don't usually sign these things, buuuuut... baseball sounds like a worthy cause. Ya' got a pen?"

"Here you go!" Olivia squeaked happily, extracting from the inside of her coat pocket a blue pen and offering it to Pip. He took it swiftly and signed the petition just as fast.

"Just make sure you get me a position as umpire!" Pip said, handing her back the petition and pen.

"Oh, I will! Thank you!"

"Say, uhhhh... how many signatures you got on that thing so far?"

"Twenty-three!"

"Heeeeeey. That's not bad!"

"Come on, Pip!" a student piped up, brows furrowed.

"Yeah, we've got class!" a girl vole squeaked from behind the trio.

"All right, all right already! Sheesh!" Pip nipped back, rolling his eyes. "Hey. You keep gettin' those John Hancocks, okay?" he said, winking at Olivia.

"Um... Okay!"

And with that, she was off, not even bothering to grab an apple or a cracker, something that others cast glances at her for. Olivia passing up an opportunity to nab some food? She must mean business...

"She's so cute," Gadget mused, watching Olivia sprint around, on the hunt for more signatures, as she moved up a couple steps in line.

"Yeah," Dex said, arms folded. "She's a trip." Despite himself, he smiled after her. Little kids amused him sometimes, even if they could be a bit pesky underfoot.

As more students spilled into the cafeteria, fingers pointed, some quite shamelessly, in the direction of the food bar. Dex followed the invisible lines to a spot some paces behind them in line. But of course. They were all directed at the new teacher, Ronald Pinkus. The girls seemed particularly smitten, giggling and whispering and acting, in Dex's mind, perfectly idiotic. In fact, come to think of it, as he looked about the room, most of the girls were in deep conversation, their eyes trained on the same subject in the room, including Maisy's group. He shook his head. This was a university, not a middle school. Daftness came in all ages, he supposed.

"What?" Gadget queried, taking notice of the furrowed brow and the folded arms.

"Nothing," Dex muttered, shuffling forward a few paces as the line moved ahead. Both he and Gadget grabbed a plate of chocolate cake.

Gadget looked back at the new teacher and snickered.

"Don't let it get to you."

"She's just as bad as everyone else."

"Who? Maisy?"

"Yeah..."

Gadget shrugged.

"It's probably just a phase. Next week she'll fall for Basil again or someone."

Trays full, they set off to find a table. Tillie waved at them from a corner. They headed towards her.

"I dunno. I kinda...," Dex began, then stopped as they reached the table, sitting down with their trays. Tillie was already deep in her bowl of clam chowder.

"You what?" Gadget asked as she pulled her chair up.

"It's... whatever."

"What?"

Dex picked up his spoon, swirled it around in his own bowl of clam chowder, then set it down. Screw it. He grabbed his fork and dug into the chocolate cake instead.

"I miss when we used to hang out more."

"What are we talking about now?" Tillie asked, only half-interested.

No one said anything right away. Gadget picked at her sunflower seed salad for a minute, then spoke.

"You're her brother. She'll come back around eventually."

Dex shrugged again. He was about to shove another large piece of chocolate cake into his mouth when something lightly bumped his elbow. He turned and looked down. It was Olivia.

"Sign my petition?" she asked, her little whiskers upturned in a wide smile.

Dex couldn't help but mirror that infectious grin. In the distance, something... someone... caught his eye. It was Maisy. She frowned at him and shook her head. Dex frowned back. He took the clipboard and pen from Olivia's outstretched paws.

"You know what? Sure, kid. Baseball, right?"

"Uh-huh! We're going to have a mascot again, too! I hope..."

He handed her back the clipboard and pen and ruffled her hair, or, rather, the top of her tam-o-shanter.

"Break a leg, kid."

"Thank you!" she beamed, and off she went.

Dex smiled. In the background, Maisy shook her head. Dex snapped his fingers and winked, finger-gunning her. She rolled her eyes and went back to talking to her friends.

"Ugh. He's such a tease," complained Maisy to her company, twirling a strand of her long, golden hair as she sipped soda through a straw.

"He just cares about other people. Heck, I signed her petition," the black-furred mouse said. "How come you never hang out with your brother anymore? He's been lookin' kinda sad..."

"He's not even my real brother, Marvell. He's just my half-brother. You know that. Do we look like we're related?"

"But y'all used to be so close! What happened?"

Maisy shrugged.

"I dunno. We just... shifted."

"Don't you mean 'drifted'?" offered up a boy rat next to her.

"Whatever," Maisy shrugged. "Anyway, what do you guys think of him?" she smirked, jerking her head in the direction of Pinky still in line at the food bar.

All at the table turned their heads to look at him. He seemed to be picking out quite an odd assortment of foods: a hot dog, two cups of custard, and several pieces of cheese - just cheese. Every person that passed him a "hello" he greeted with a chipper "Good morning!", and his attitude towards the servers was polite and enthusiastic. Those around him couldn't seem to keep the smiles off their faces. Even the students generally known to be more reserved or stuck up couldn't help but throw him a curious glance. He was, for lack of a better term, "sunshine-y".

The boy rat popped several corn puffs in his mouth, his dry expression unchanged.

"He's kind of a twink, isn't he?"

Maisy slapped him on the shoulder playfully.

"He is not!"

"Dude. Come on..."

"He's not that young," Marvell said, filing her nails as another of their group, a white mouse in a red shirt and with a yellow sash tied about his neck, came and sat down beside her, a cup full of fizzy raspberry water tottering dangerously on the edge of his tray. "He is kinda cute, though..."

The white mouse set down his tray carefully... but not carefully enough. Slip went the cup, the mouse grabbing it before its contents could spill out entirely.

"AH!" Marvell yelped, jumping a little. "Stuart, that's the second time this week!"

"Oh, dear. I'm so sorry, Marvell!" the little mouse said, apologizing profusely as he skittered off towards the food bar. "I'll go get some napkins!"

"Awww, man. I just washed this," lamented Marvell, picking up a corner of her frilly blue frock, now tainted with fizz. "Well... At least it's just water. I can work with this, right? Looks kinda... sassy?"

The boy rat sat up, the better to look at Marvell's new fashion statement. The water had painted the rounded edges of one side of the dress. It could have passed for an interesting pattern if one squinted hard enough.

"Yeah, sure. You could pass it off as the new look," he suggested, smiling.

"Hm," Marvell replied, smirking as she sat back down, ringing out the dress edge.

Maisy didn't seem the least bit phased.

"I think he's kinda hot," she said, eyelashes fluttering as she sipped at her soda noisily.

"Hotter than Globetrotter?" sniggered the boy rat.

"Okay, Globetrotter's in his own league. Okay? I can never compete with that."

"Ummm...," Marvell mumbled, covering her mouth in a vain attempt to hide her embarrassed smile as she pointed to a figure behind Maisy's back.

"What?" Maisy asked, craning around slightly to look before swiftly turning back 'round in her seat again, shoulder hunched as she visibly blushed. "Oh my gosh," she whispered, burying her face in her hands.

The boy rat beside her could barely hide his laughter as Globetrotter walked past them, his nose deep in a very thick, very red, and very heavy-looking book. Had he actually been paying attention to their conversation Maisy might have had more reason to involuntarily add a bit of color to her cheeks. As it stood, however, he had not, and so continued towards the bar, oblivious to the fact that he was now fifth in line behind Pinky.

"That's astounding!" Pinky exclaimed, tray of food all but forgotten as he leaned across a glass awning in front of him, totally invested in Pip's latest story. "But... how were you able to keep the syrup layer from separating?"

"Oh, that's easy!" Pip replied, and on and on he went.

Two students ahead of Pinky peered back, interested. Others behind him simply chuckled... or tapped their foot impatiently. To Globetrotter it was complete gibberish. The culinary arts was a branch he rarely dabbled in unless absolutely necessary. Although I do make a mean rigatoni, he thought to himself before shaking his head disgustedly. Where the heck did that come from? He was supposed to be engulfed in Brownian Motion and Stochastic Calculus, but, as it stood, he found his attention inexplicably pulled towards a much... lesser subject. It was unfathomable how anyone could be so intrigued by such mundane topics as the properties of pancakes and how effectively one might prepare them, but the fanaticism with which his coworker now described it was almost... infectious. Nevertheless, Globetrotter frowned as he checked his watch. 12:18 PM. They were wasting precious time. He was wasting his precious time.

"Will you move along already!" he called out, voice peppered with vexation. "I've got class in twenty-seven minutes!"

"Oh! So sorry!" Pinky called back, paws quickly grabbing hold of his tray once more. "I'm so sorry, Mr. Pip. Good luck with your pancakes!"

"Same to you, my good man!" Pip squeaked back. "What a pleasant fellow," he muttered to himself, smiling as Pinky walked off towards the refreshments bar, laden with food.

Globetrotter huffed and moved forward, grabbing a single bowl of fruit and a cup of cottage cheese on his way down. As he passed the pasta section, he paused, reached out a hesitant paw towards a plate of spaghetti, then quickly snapped it back, sighing and frowning sadly as he moved on to the refreshments, grabbing a banana on his way over and angrily slapping it down on his tray.

He stopped beside Pinky, who was humming and pouring himself some English Breakfast tea. Globetrotter huffed again. Flavored water - a poor man's excuse for caffeine. How anyone could drink that stuff was beyond him. He went for the coffee, pulled down the carafe lever... and grumbled. Empty.

"Is there any place in this building that can afford a mouse a decent cup of coffee?!" he whined, popping his empty cup back onto the others.

"Oh, that's a shame there, isn't it? Have you tried the tea, Brain?" Pinky offered helpfully, as he popped a lid on his own steaming cup.

"I refuse to bow my knee to such a lowbrow form of refreshment," Globetrotter bit back, picking up his tray. "And it's Brian, you nincompoop."

"Well, how do you know you don't like it if you don't try it? Poit!" Pinky replied, unfazed by the retort.

"If I liked it I'd drink it. Good day to you."

And off he went, choosing a spot as far back in the room as possible, Pinky sadly watching him as he picked out a table devoid of occupants. Pinky looked back at the empty coffee cup, a light whimper escaping him as he stared at it dolefully. He turned back to focus on Globetrotter, who was once more lost in his big red book. Students who sat nearby gave him as wide of a berth as they could. Pinky's ears drooped. What a sad little man, he thought. But it wasn't long before they perked back up again. Why, yes. Of course! Beaming, he set his tray down at an occupied table ("Watch this for me, will you?"), and rushed out of the cafeteria, leaving several students at the table to stare after him, puzzled.

Flip. Globetrotter turned a page of his massive tome, popping a grape in his mouth and crunching down on it satisfactorily. Flip, flip, flip. He looked to his right. A girl mouse sat nearby, also buried in a book. A huge pink bow sat atop her head. He recognized her. She was one of his students. Teresa, her name was, if he recalled correctly. She was one of his brighter subjects, but struggled with the occasional mathematical theory. As it was, her nose practically brushed the pages of a book that Globetrotter recognized by sight alone: Calculus by Gilbert Strang. Teresa sighed deeply, her unironed brow effectively relaying her frustration. She looked up... and jumped a little as she noticed Globetrotter staring at her, a light pink almost the exact color of her bow kissing her cheeks. Globetrotter slowly ducked back into his own texts, his peripheral vision catching Teresa shifting her seat over a notch in embarrassment.

A paw reached out to grab for his coffee, and he looked up when it touched nothing. Right. No coffee... Sighing, he popped another grape in his mouth, biting into it rather harder than necessary. Nearby, at another table, several students whispered.

"Did you find out what he teaches?" a girl vole asked, her question laced with ardor.

"Yup. He teaches Trozology," replied a male rat next to her, a pair of thick headphones hung about his neck.

"What the heck is that?" voiced another female rodent at their table, a cream-furred mouse decked out in purple - purple shirt; purple pants; purple socks; purple everything.

"I dunno," the rat shrugged. "Sounds kinda cool, though."

Globetrotter frowned. His ears twitched as tinkling laughter echoed from another table beside him.

"I knooooooow. He's so cute!" chuckled a rosy pink-eared mouse. She spoke in a barely-contained whisper along with the rest of her group, all of which sported bulky backpacks laid out on their table and decorated with all sorts of patches, stickers, and keychains. "I hope I can get a spot in his class!"

"I think he still has slots open!" one of her friends, a field rat, spoke up. "As far as I know, though, no one's actually signed up."

"Whyyyyyy? He's adorable! I'm gonna sign up just so I can stare at that face every day," a girl hamster said.

"What if you don't even like the class?" the second friend spoiled. "Maybe it's a dud. And we don't really have time in our schedules for another course..."

They all paused sadly and contemplatively at this. Then the first girl perked up.

"Well, I guess we'll get him all to ourselves then. If no one else likes the class then we'll stay just for the teacher!"

"Yeah, until every other girl does the same thing. You know we're not the only ones with the hots for him," the hamster said, taking a swig from her soda bottle.

"Well, then I guess we'll just have to fight for him," smiled the rat nonchalantly as she picked at her nails.

"Fight for him?!" yelped the other girls, covering their mouths at their loudness. "Oh my gosh. Seriously?!"

"Yeah! Anyone who comes up, we'll tell 'em to meet us at the park at two. No knives. Just like... nail clippers and hair curlers or something..."

"No no! Wait! We tell them to meet us at the baseball stadium!" offered the hamster, soda pop forgotten.

"You mean the one Olivia's petitioning?" the girl mouse asked. "It's not even built yet!"

"Yeah, but when it is we can tell them to meet there!"

"Winner gets dibs. They get to call first date," said the rat.

"And the loser has to pay for the dinner tab."

"Yeah!"

"Oh my gosh, you guys are so funny," the mouse chuckled.

They all laughed gaily.

Globetrotter's frown deepened, his mouth hanging open, another grape suspended in mid-air. Was Pinkus really... that popular? He shook his head, trying to rid himself of the conversations now swimming about his consciousness, when yet another light exchange, a distant one this time, caught his ears.

"... thinking of actually dropping Globetrotter's class to take that Ronald guy's one. It's just as many credits. Probably way more fun."

Globetrotter gulped. He tried reading a sentence in his book, only to find that he kept gracing the same words over and over and over again. Blast it. He couldn't concentrate. He plopped the book down on the table and went to devouring his cottage cheese, all around him oblivious to the private war going on in his mind.

Why do you care what they think? They're kids. They're idiots.

Yes, and have you forgotten what happened when Basil came to the school two years ago? They went gah-gah over him, too.

They didn't all abandon my class!

Nooooo, but half of them did. And Basil taught a required course at the time. Same as yours. They all went for his. He was much more interesting than you.

That's neither here nor there! I'm still employed, aren't I? My class is still sought after.

For now, and only because it's required. This new guy is significantly more popular. What if his class becomes required? What if it's worse than before? What if you become... old hat?

"No!" Globetrotter yelled, out loud. Half the cafeteria paused to stare at him. He sunk in his seat a little. How embarrassing...

In mock resoluteness, he grabbed the book before him and went back to reading. But he was only truly pretending to read, the bright crimson covers a pathetic excuse for a hole in which the frightened mouse hid.

The truth was that, despite his behavior being anything but amicable, his notorious reputation in the school had garnered him something akin to a celebrity status over the years. The course was required, certainly, even though he wasn't the only teacher who taught it, but the struggle to survive the rigorous schedule and harsh grading system he doled out had become a flat out challenge to the students. How long could you last? Would you manage to nab the ever elusive 'A' during a semester? One pupil even became famous for handing out "I Survived Globetrotter's Class" t-shirts. They hated the teacher, but reveled in the challenge. It was something that Globetrotter became ironically comfortable with over the years. Being notorious was better than not being noticed at all. He couldn't abide the thought of being second fiddle; of falling into obscurity. He'd never had reason to be concerned about it for seventeen years, even during Basil's "reign", but now...? Now he had legitimate competition. In all his years at A.C.M.E. Arts & Sciences, he'd never known an instructor so heavily discussed, so quixotic, so beloved, even on the very first day of his employment. Pinky was new and different, in all the wrong ways to him, yet in all the right ways to the students. And it terrified him.

On a sudden whim, he whipped out a pen from his inside jacket pocket and wrote feverishly on a napkin in front of him. He didn't see the tall figure approach him.

"Hello, Brain!"

Globetrotter practically leapt out of his skin.

"AH! Wh-... You..! Don't... do that!" he remarked, hastily stuffing the napkin and pen back into his coat pocket. He clutched at his heart, taking deep breaths as he rested his head in his palm.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Brain!" poor Pinky replied, resting a hand on Globetrotter's back comfortingly. Globetrotter shrugged it off, literally.

"And don't touch me! I just... h-had this... p-pressed," Globetrotter snapped, still catching his breath. "Who knows where your... paws have... been..."

"Oh, well, they haven't been far, Brain. They're always at my side! Ha-ha!"

Globetrotter cocked an eyebrow up at him, speechless. There was no way anyone could be this inordinately stupid.

"Mind if I join you?" Pinky asked, all innocence, that perpetually sunny smile never leaving his face.

"As I matter, of fact, I-"

"Oh, thank you!" Pinky initiated, grabbing a chair and pulling it close up to Globetrotter. Too close for his comfort. Apparently, personal space was something of a foreign concept to this character. "You know, I don't usually eat in public. Don't want to miss The Brady Bunch, you know? Hm hm. But it's rather nice out here! I might come and sit with you more often."

Heaven forbid, Globetrotter thought, ears reddening.

"Would you kindly refrain from mentioning that abomination of a tv show in my presence? It sickens me. And I don't appreciate your unnaturally close proximity."

"Come again?" Pinky asked, cocking his head.

"Move," Globetrotter said, managing, with difficulty, to push Pinky and the chair he sat in over an inch.

"Well, you could have just asked," Pinky chuckled, still smiling. He complied, scooting his chair a couple more inches away from Brain.

"Thank you," bit Globetrotter, turning away from Pinky and directing his attention back to the giant tome in front of him. "Now, if you don't mind, I'd like a little privacy."

"Oh, but, I came to give you something!" Pinky exclaimed, and Globetrotter, despite himself, shiftily looked over as the lanky mouse dug in his pants pocket for... something. "A-ha! Here ya' go!"

And he handed him... a teabag? No. Not a teabag. It was too big to be a teabag.

Globetrotter took it from him tentatively, two fingers holding it away from his body as if it might explode.

"What is it?"

"Chicory root! I just thought that, well, when you couldn't find any coffee it reminded me of my mum. She used to be a big coffee drinker, too. She stopped recently, but she still missed the taste. Chicory root tastes a lot like coffee, only better! M-Maybe you'd like it, too?" Pinky offered helpfully, a tinge of shyness peppering his smile.

Globetrotter looked up at Pinky, nonplussed... and a wee bit confused. No one ever gave him anything; not unless he directly asked for it. To be fair, no one was ever bold enough to even attempt to show him much kindness, seeing as the result was often times a sharp reply and a sinister glare. This newcomer obviously hadn't learned the rules yet.

"Teachers... don't usually give me gifts," Globetrotter admitted. "Not unless I ask for them." Nevertheless, he pocketed the chicory root.

"Perhaps that's because you don't ask nicely, Brain? People give you lots of things when you're nice to them!"

It wasn't so much the statement itself, but the boldness of its deliverance that took Globetrotter aback.

"Sooooo... you're saying... I should be nice... to get rewards?"

"Oh, no, Brain! That would be taking advantage! You should be nice to people, 'cause, well, it's nice! And then they're nice to you! Don't you like making people happy?"

"No."

"Not even a little bit?"

"No one has ever given me reason to."

"Well, maybe they would if you showed them a little smile!"

And he actually stuck two fingers up against Globetrotter's cheeks, pushing up on each side in an attempt to draw something close to a grin on his drooping face.

"Ohhhhhhh. There's that smile, Brain!"

"Would you get off?!" Globetrotter blasted, waving his arms around as he flung Pinky off of him. "I told you not to touch me!"

His cheeks and ears burned red at the sound of laughter nearby. Some of the students had been watching and were now drowning in a hushed fit of giggles. Naturally...

"You dimwit. If you're still sitting in that chair in five seconds, I shall personally have to harm you," threatened Globetrotter, cheeks reddening worse than ever as his paws balled into fists.

"Do I get a prize if I leave in four?" Pinky smirked.

"One..."

"Or maybe I'll get one if I stay longer! It pays to be persistent sometimes, Brain."

"Two..."

"You know, you're rather funny when your ears turn red. Nya-ha-ha!"

"FOUR...!"

"Going, Brain!"

And with that, he was off, picking his food up off his tray to take back to his room, giggling to himself and humming, of all things, "Camptown Races" as he headed for the doors. One of the teachers, a Dr. Dawson, smiled at Pinky as he walked past him. And Dr. Dawson... Oh, have mercy. Dr. Dawson started singing along with him.

"I say. I do recognize that tune, young man!" Dawson said, grinning warmly. "Camptown ladies sing this song! Doo-dah! Doo-dah!"

"Camptown race-track five miles long! Oh, doo-da day!" Pinky sung back, beaming.

Others joined in. Still others. Soon, almost the entire cafeteria, minus Globetrotter and a few stragglers, was decked out in song.

"Gwine to run all night! Gwine to run all day! Bet my money on the bob-tailed nag! Somebody bet on the bay!"

And with that, everyone burst out into hearty laughter, Pinky's wail the loudest of all. He and Dr. Dawson exchanged a friendly word or two, shook hands, and with that, Pinky departed, leaving a trail of chuckles behind.

Globetrotter blinked, his mouth hanging slightly open again. Whatever had happened was... terrifying. This bloke didn't just have an effect on the students, but on the whole school. Even the teachers were getting involved! It was official. This needed to end. He had to be stopped...

\/\/\/\/\/\/\/

Pinky was still humming "Camptown Races" all the way back to his classroom. He'd just reached the door when a little someone came pitter-pattering down the hallway after him.

"Mr. Pinky! Mr. Pinky!" she called, hat bobbing wildly up and down on her ruffled, furry head.

"Hello, Olivia!" Pinky said, grinning from ear to ear.

"That was amazing!" she gasped, panting. "Mrs. Judson said she could hear you from the nurses' office. She was singing with you!"

They both giggled at this.

"Well, tell Mrs. Judson that Mr. Pinky is glad she enjoyed the song!" Pinky said.

"Oh, I will! I will! By the way, umm... do you have any more classes planned?" Olivia asked, tucking her paws behind her and rocking back and forth, the pink cheeks only complementing her humble posture. She looked awfully cute.

"Hmmmmm. Will you be here tomorrow?"

"Is that a Friday?"

"I think so."

"Yes! Yes, I will!"

"2:00 PM sharp tomorrow, little lady," Pinky said, winking at her.

"2:00 PM sharp, Mr. Pinky!" Olivia repeated, saluting him. "I'll see you tomorrow!"

And off she trotted.

"Oh! Olivia!" Pinky called.

Olivia stopped and turned around, her mouth in a curious little 'o' shape. Pulling a hand out of his pocket, Pinky tossed her a bag of crisps. She caught it with a trained paw.

"Thank you!" she exclaimed, popping open the bag and tossing a chip in her mouth as she ran off and around a corner.

"Olivia!" Pinky called again, a hand to his mouth.

"Hm?" she queried, popping her head around the corner.

"How many signatures?!"

"Thirty-seven!"

"Woo-hoo!"

"Woo woo!" she called back, before flying off once more.

Pinky smiled, giggling to himself, as he turned the door handle and disappeared inside.

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Author's Notes:

- Marvell is an original character created by a friend of mine who goes by the cognomen of "Geeky". You can find her lovely art and cute character on Twitter at: GeekyBlackGirl

- Flip phones weren't exactly in wide use in '93, but I cheated here for convenience's sake and story purposes.

- The book that Teresa was reading, as well as the book Globetrotter carried around with him, are actual published works. Stochastic calculus is, apparently, a very advanced form of the subject. Brain considers it light reading.

- Your typical volcano science project is partially composed of baking soda, which, in turn, is made up of sodium bicarbonate. The whole thing is a reference to Globetrotter's explosive personality, and how he views the current predicament as such: one big problem on the verge of erupting and destroying his position if he doesn't do something... and fast.

- Globetrotter going for the cottage cheese and fruit, while sadly eschewing the pasta, is due to the fact that, in this story, he has terrible bowel and diarrhea issues. He's been told by his doctor to avoid certain foods, but finds this... a struggle at times. I dunno why I decided to give him this problem, other than the fact that it amuses me. Lol.

- Olivia is a lot of fun to write. :)

#fan fiction #pinky and the brain

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Meeting The President

POV Raven:

This morning has been slow. Garth has been asking for everyone to go to the new circus in town. I couldn't care less, but the others seem to want to stay home and be lazy.

I was meditating in the small garden outside when I heard the rustle of leaves. The intruders ora was excited. I couldn't place where I have seen them from.

"Hello there, beautiful." The voice sang as he came into view. I opened my eyes to see a boy, about the same age as me, with Superman's logo on his chest.

"Who are you?" I said, levitating you the ground. I didn't see the new comer as a threat.

"Where are my manners?" he bowed to me. "I am the new Superman." He grabbed my hand and kissed it. "And who do I have the pleasure of speaking too?"

"I am Raven." I took my hand back. "You seem young for a new Superman."

"Age means nothing." He stood up. I hit a sore spot.

"What are you doing here?" I stood.

"I am here because the President wishes to have the Teen Titans as her body guard." He gave me a grin. "I am the Presidents personal body guard."

"Did she just have the Justice League as her body guards?" I asked, remembering it now.

"Yes, but for public image, she has chosen the Titans as her new guards." He gave me his arm. "Might I escort you back to the tower?"

"Fine." I took his arm. "You will need to speak to Kori about all this. She is the one in charge."

"Then I will do just that." He smiled down at me.

When we were walking back to the tower, new Super boy tried to make small talk. He was annoyingly charming. Right as we got up onto the main floor, he told a joke.

"What do you call the sun when he's had too much to drink?" He looked at me and I shrugged. "Moonshine!"

I couldn't help myself and just as the elevators door opened, I laughed. Everyone turned to look at us. My arm was still wrapped around his and we were both laughing.

When we stopped, super boy released my arm and stepped forward. "Hello Teen Titans. I come here on behalf of the President. Might I speak with Kori?" He looked around for her.

Kori stepped forward and escorted him into a different room to talk. Garth came up to me.

"Who is that?" He gave me a look that I could not read.

"He is the president's body guard. He says he is the new Superman." I answered flatly. "What are you doing with your face, Garth?"

"I just think that maybe our Raven has a crush..." Garth smiled at me.

I punched him hard in the shoulder. Then I saw Damian stand up from the couch he was on. We looked at each other, but he turned away and stomped off.

What was his deal.

"I am sticking with my idea." Garth said, rubbing his arm.

"Garth," I looked at him. "Shut up."

He laughed and walked back to the couch and started playing his video games again. I turned and went to my room.

It was about an hour later before there was a knock on my door. I opened it up and there stood Super Boy himself.

"Raven, might I ask for a tour around the tower?" He smiled.

"Sure." I responded.

I started down the halls, telling him about all the rooms. "The girls live on this wing, and the boys live in the other." I explained.

"Interesting." He commented.

"I am sorry, but I can't keep calling you new Superman. Do you have a name?" I asked. It was bothering me, not knowing what to call him.

"You can call me Conner." He smiled. "So back to the tour... where do you train?"

"We train on the top floor." I gestured to the elevator. We got in. "Why do you want to know all this?"

"Well, I have to stay here and brief you all on the plan. I want to know about the place I will be staying." His voice was calm. It was kind of relaxing.

"Well, Conner," I smiled. "In order to say you have stayed at the tower, I think it is only fair that you run through the simulator." I joke.

He loved that idea. "Challenge accepted." He smiled.

When we got on the floor I set up the simulation for him. Conner wanted me to put it on the highest setting, but I talked him down to the medium setting.

It started off slow and Conner got every machine that came at him. He did have all of Superman's powers. I leaned on the monitor and watched him.

After Conner had taken down seven robots at once, he turned and winked at me. I blushed. It was about five minutes later that he got the last robot.

"That was fun." He laughed.

"You did well. You almost beat the top time." I read off the monitor.

"Who has the record?" He came over to look at the monitor.

"Robin." I answered without thinking.

"I could beat that time." Conner said.

"No, we should head back. We have supper soon." I pointed at the clock. It was almost six.

"Maybe tomorrow." He shrugged as we got into the elevator.

"Sure." I said, knowing that as soon as anyone beat Robin's score, he would beat theirs. I didn't want to ruin Conners mood though.

When we got to the main floor, the pizza was already on the counter. Everyone already had their food, so I grabbed a plate and got two slices of cheese. Conner came behind me and got some all meet pizza.

"Hello." Conner greeted everyone. Everyone mumbled back a response. Well accept for Damian who was glaring at Conner.

Did Damian not like Conner? Did they know each other? I would have to ask Damian later, I thought to myself.

"How was your tour?" Kori asked as Conner sat down.

"I had a wonderful tour guide. This place is pretty awesome." Conner smiled at me.

"I am glad. Conner, when will we be briefed on the mission?" Kori asked.

"Orders come tomorrow at first light. If we could be ready to leave by noon, that would be ideal." Conner said while ratting. "Make sure you pack for a few days. Maybe four."

"Where are we going?" Garth asked, stuffing pizza in his mouth.

"DC." Conner answered. "You will all be staying at the White House."

"Wow." Beetle sounded shocked.

"While you are there you will each be paid. For the four days you will be on patrol, and you will take turns around the clock." Conner said, whipping his mouth.

"What would we be doing?" Damian said in a grim voice.

"You will be guarding her while the president meets with some tourists . She would like to make a truce." Conner explained.

"Why is she doing that?" Kori asked.

"She doesn't want anymore war." Conner sighed. "She is trying her best, but also taking a huge risk."

"So we are here because the Justice League can't?" Beetle asked.

"No, she asked for you guys personally." Conner leaned back.

"Wow!" Garth jumped up. "The president wants us!"

Conner laughed and agreed. He told us that at first light there will be orders, and that we should all get rest, because it will be a long four days. Kori agreed and told us all to get ready.

"Garth, will you take Super boy to his room?" She asked.

"It's Superman." He corrected her.

Kori nodded but I could tell she didn't agree with the name. Garth led him to his room, and I started on my way to my room. I was alone in the hallway when someone grabbed my arm and pulled me into a storage closet.

"How do you know him?" Damian's voice was stone cold.

"I met him outside." I answered annoyed to be pulled away. "Where did you meet him?"

"What?" Damian spat out.

"You are constantly glaring at him. You have to have met him and disliked him." I point at him. "How do you know Conner?"

"Conner? You know his name?!" Damian sounded livid.

"Damian calm down. I gave him a tour and didn't feel comfortable calling him Superman." I explained. "I am not sure why you hate him so much. Is he... bad?"

Damian looked at me for a second. "No. I just don't trust him."

"Okay." I calmed down.

"Okay?" He looked puzzled.

"I just mean okay. I am going to my room. We have a busy day ahead of us." I opened the door to the closet and turned around. "Are we still going to have tea tomorrow?"

"Yeah." Damian answered and stormed past me.

I went in my room and got ready for bed. Before I went to sleep I packed some clothes. I packed six outfits just in case.

When I was content with my packing skills, I went to bed. I slept really well that night. When I woke up it was still dark outside.

I got dressed and made my way to the kitchen. Damian was already there, pouring two glasses of tea.

"Morning." I said, walking over and taking a glass.

"Morning." He grabbed his cup and walked over to the window.

I sat at the table, sipping on my tea. We did this every morning. We would get up before sunrise and make tea. We would sit in silence and watch the sun com up together.

"How did you sleep?" He asked, not turning away.

"Fine." I answered. "And you?"

"Fine."

I finished my cup of tea and before I could stand and get another one, Damian came over and grabbed my glass. He brought me back another cup of tea.

"Thanks." I said taking it. He sat beside me.

We have been doing this so long that I think he just knows that I like to have two cups of tea in the morning.

"Did you pack?" He asked.

"Yes. I packed for six days." I said, looking out the window at the rising sun.

"Smart."

We watched as the sun started to spread over the buildings. It was beautiful and peaceful. I loved watching it.

"Good morning!" Conner came into the kitchen.

"Morning." I said, not looking his way.

"The orders have arrived." He went to the counter. "Where's the coffee?"

"We don't have coffee." Damian said plainly.

"What is this?" Conner got up cup and tried it. He spit it out right away. "Yuck."

"It's tea." Damian glared.

Conner poured the rest of the tea down the drain. "You guys need to get coffee. It tastes much better." I stood up, making both the boys look at me.

"I am going to leave." I turn to Damian. "I have to pack." Damian knew that I was lying, but I didn't think he would out me.

I left the room. A few seconds later I heard someone run up from behind me. When I turned Conner was behind me.

"So I have news! I talked with the president, and you have been invited to be in the room when we have their negotiation." Conner handed me a piece of paper. "I will be there as well."

"Wow." I didn't know what to say. I was going to meet the president.

"You are going to need to pack professional. Bring a few modest dresses and anything that looks like business. You don't need to worry about fighting. Your there for keeping the peace." He told me.

"I am going to have to look threw my closet and find things then." I started to worry if I had nice enough clothes.

"I will leave you to it then." He smiled. "I just came to give you the news."

I smiled and walked into my room. I grabbed my bag and dumped it out. All of these wouldn't be fit to meet the president. I grabbed my dress that I got when I was shopping with Kori. Other than that I didn't have any other dresses.

I went to Kori's room. "Kori, are you awake?"

She hummed and I opened the door. She was packing. She must have just gotten out of the shower because she had her hair up in a towel.

"Do you have any dresses I can borrow?" I asked, looking at my feet.

"Why?" She looked over at me.

"Conner said my order was to be in the room during the debate. I need to dress business like." I told her.

"I have a few dresses that I grew out of. You can have them if you want." She pointed over to a box in her closet.

I opened I up and found a gorgeous blue dress on top. I looked at the size and I was perfect. "Is this okay?" I asked Kori.

"That would look perfect on you. Please take it." She smiled.

I drug through a few more. There was a nice purple one and red one that also looked good. I grabbed the ones and went back to my room.

I packed them as nice as I could. I didn't want them to get wrinkled. After I got everything packed, I grabbed my bag and brought it to the living room. The boys where already there with their bags when I walked in.

"Did you find some good clothes?" Conner asked.

"Yes." I nodded.

"When everyone gets here I will brief you all." Conner turned to the guys.

I walked over and set my stuff on one of the couches. Damian was working on something on his tablet. He didn't look up.

The Kori walked in. "Good morning everyone!" She cheered. Her energy was tiring.

"Just waiting on Wonder Girl." Conner said.

As soon as Wonder girl came in Conner started the briefing. He told everyone their plan and station that they would be at. We would be taking turns and switching back and forth.

"Raven will be with me in the meeting." Conner explained. "And when you see one of us come out of the meeting, be prepared to the meeting to dismiss."

"What happens when they dismiss?" Garth asked.

"Then you have to watch. If one person acts out, then you take them. Your first priority is protecting the president." Conner's voice was firm.

"Ok." Everyone agreed to the plans.

"There is a car downstairs that is here to take us." Canned said. We all grabbed our bags and brought them down.

The guys loaded our bags. Conner was about to reach for mine when Damian stepped forward and picked it up.

"Thanks." I say softly.

He said nothing, but I knew he heard me. After all the bags were packed, we loaded in. I instantly put in my earbuds and started listening to composers.

Kori sat on one side of me, pinning me between the window and her. Garth was asking Conner questions and the others seemed to either be sleeping or playing on their phones.

It was a three hour drive. I used the time to listen to Beethoven and other amazing composers. It was relaxing. I have always loved the classic composers.

What are you listening to, Raven?" Conner asked.

"Beethoven." I answered simply.

"Nice." Was all he said.

I got a text on my phone.

What symphony? Damian had overheard.

I sent back the seventh one. When I looked up our eyes met and she smiled. He know the seventh symphony was my absolute favorite. I looked back down and the rest of the ride I had a small smile on my face.

"We are here!" Conner announced.

I looked out the window and there stood the White House. It was bigger than I pictured, but it was breathtaking.

"Wow." Kori took the words right out of my mouth.

When we parked we all stubbled out of the car. I let everyone get out before me because of how crazy it was. When I stepped out I went to stand my Damian.

"It's nice." I said to him.

"Yeah." He sounded unexpressed. "I've been here before."

"Really!" I turned to face him.

"I came with father." He looked over the house. "It was for a mission."

"You should be the one in the meeting then. You already know the president." I said, starting to get nervous.

"Don't worry. You'll be fine." He said, encouraging me.

"Thanks." I gave him a small smile. He returned me with one of his own.

"You guys know your job." Conner interrupted. "Girls rooms are to the right and boys to the left. Your schedules are in your rooms."

Kori, Cassie (aka wonder girl) and I went to our shared room. There was three beds for each of us, which was a relief because I didn't want to share beds.

I found the bed with my schedule and I set my bags on it. I sat down and studied it for a bit. I had a meeting with the president in one hour to meet her.

"Kori," I walked over to her. "Can you help me get ready. I have to meet the president in an hour and I need to get ready."

Kori has always been the closet thing to a big sister. I mean I have a sister but she wants to kill me, so I don't feel she counts.

"Sure!" She got up and started going through my bag. She pulled out a nice top and black pants. "For the first meeting I think you should wear this."

I took the clothes and changed in the bathroom. When I came out Kori and Cassie looked at me.

"Wow." Cassie said dropping her clothes she had in her hand. "You look hot."

"Um... thanks." I said, unsure of what to say.

"She is right." Kori smiled. "Here, lets curl your hair a bit."

Kori grabbed my hands and walked me into the bathroom. She grabbed her curling iron and started to curl the ends of my hair. I looked professional, I thought as she finished.

"You look amazing!" Cassie said from behind me. "Here, I know you don't like lip stick, but this is your tone."

She was right. When I put it on it wasn't too bad. "Thanks" I told both of them. "For helping."

"It's nothing." Kori smiled.

By the time I was all ready, I had about ten minutes before my meeting. I opened the door and walked over to the meeting place. I was supposed to wait until Conner for the meeting.

"Raven?"

I turned and saw Damian. He was starring at me. "Robin."

"What are you doing?" He came over to me.

"I am going to meet the president." I explain. "Do I look okay?" I wanted to know his opinion.

"Yes." He smiled. "Very professional."

"That's what I was going for." I sighed.

"When is this meeting?" He looked at his watch.

"As soon as Conner comes, we will head to it." I explain.

"Your spending a lot of time with Conner." He leaned against the wall.

"Only because he and I are on the same detail. It's just for the mission." I leaned on the wall across from him.

"Okay."

"Okay?"

Then Conner came out of no where. "Raven, sorry I am late. We must hurry."

I followed Conner down some halls and past many doors. I would so get lost in this place. Once we got to this big door, Conner knocked.

It opened.

*****

After meeting the president, I was tried. It was a two hour meeting of taking about what I liked and school. At the end we finally went over the plan for the next few days.

The president was a very kind women. She wanted to know my interests and hobbies. She didn't judge me when I told her my father was Trigon. I enjoyed meeting her.

It was already eight when I got back to my room. The others were at supper, but I didn't really feel like eating. There was a knock on the door.

When I opened it, it was Damian. "I saw you didn't come for supper."

"I was not hungry."

"You should eat, Raven." His voice was soft.

"I am fine, but thank you." I smiled at him.

He stepped into the room. "Are you okay?"

"I am just tired. But the president was wonderful." I sat on my bed. Damian came over and leaned against the wall.

"What's the plan?" Damian looked at the huge painting in this room.

"She just wants us there to keep the peace and make sure no one loses their life. She wants this to go well." I shrugged.

"Good." Damian nodded.

I yawn. "Cross your fingers this goes all right."

He laughed. "I'll let you get some sleep. Are we meeting for tea?"

"Yeah." I smiled and lead him to the door. "I'll meet you in foyer and we can find a place with tea."

"Ok." He nodded. "Goodnight Raven."

"Goodnight Robin." I said then closed the door. I turned off the light and went to bed.

It was an hour before I heard rustling but it was just Kori and Cassie getting ready for bed. I went back to sleep.

*****

It was four in the morning when I snuck out of the room. I didn't know how long it would take so I got dressed in my black dress. It was a summery dress, and went to my knees.

I stepped out of the room and closed the door. I quietly stepped in the foyer. I looked around for a second but didn't see Damian.

Then someone touched my shoulder. I grabbed the hand and flipped the assailant. When I turned Damian was on the ground.

"Nice one." He smiled and stood up.

"Sorry, you scared me." I tried to help him.

"It's fine." He laughed. Then he noticed my dress. "You look nice."

"Thanks. I wasn't sure when we would be done and wanted to be prepared for today." I shrugged.

"I looked around and there is a place we can try." Damian held out his arm for me.

"Sounds good." I took it and we walked. I wasn't sure of where we were going, but I followed him.

When we got there I went to grab us a table and Damian went up to the counter and ordered. I found a nice place outside, with a umbrella to give us shelter.

Damian came over a few minutes later with two cups. He handed me one cup and sat in the chair across from me.

"Thank you." I took a sip. It was amazing tea. "How much do I owe you?"

"I charged it to my father." He took a sip.

"Oh."

"He will be paying for our tea and anything else I want for a while." Damian had a devious look.

"What did the bat do?" I smirked.

"He told me no." Damian smirked back.

I laughed and sipped my tea. "Well thank your father for this amazing tea." I picked my cup up and cheered.

"Hey, I was the one to pick the tea." He laughed.

"Well you didn't pay." I mock him.

We laughed. He finished his cup and watched the sky. The sun was just coming up past the trees. I looked over at Damian and smiled.

"What?" He turned to me.

"Nothing." I looked away.

"Do you want a refill?" He nodded to my empty cup.

"Yes." He took my cup and went to the counter. When he came back he had a grim look on his face. "What happened?"

"The cashier wanted me to give you this." He handed me a piece of paper with a phone number on it.

I laughed. "That is stupid." And I tossed the paper behind me.

We sat there for another few minutes and I drank the rest of my second tea. Damian and I said nothing to each other, but we didn't need to. The morning was lovely.

We headed back to the foyer together. Damian and I were both in better moods when we arrived. Everyone else gathered soon after and then we split up for our daily tasks.

Soon it was just Conner and I.

"Good morning Raven." He smiled at me.

"Good morning." I nodded.

I followed Conner to a building where the meeting would be held. We had an hour before the meeting would start so I did a scan of the room.

"Everything seems good. Nothing out of the ordinary." I told Conner.

"Good." He said playing on his phone.

He wasn't really taking anything serious was he. How could he be the president's body guard? I shook off the thought and continued to walk the room.

Damian taught me to always scan the room. I remember the day he insisted on teaching me. I had just failed a sneak attack simulation, and he spent the whole day teaching me how to avoid that again.

About twenty minutes later people started to file into the room. Conner left to escort the president in, while I helped the people get seated.

"Raven, aren't you in the Teen Titans?" One of the people I was helping asked.

"Yes, but we also serve our president." I answered how Conner taught us to.

"Amazing." He sounded shocked.

Then the president came in. "Hello everyone!" She smiled. "As I am sure you are aware, the Teen Titans are here today. Can we all give them a warm welcome." She started clapping and soon the entire room was.

"Raven over here is going to be joining us in our meeting. She has a bright mind, so if you could, no mean talk folks." She gestured to me and I gave a shy wave to everyone who was staring.

"Alright, lets begin!"

*****

The first day of the meeting was rough. People were talking over people and names where called. I sank into the background and observed. No one seemed angry enough to fight, so all in all we had a good day.

I could barely stand on my feet by the time Conner and I were dismissed. All I wanted to do was sit down.

"How was that for a first day?" Conner asked, laughing.

"I don't know how you can stand." I sighed.

"I am going to tell you a secret..." he leaned towards me. "I flew for a bit to give my feet a break."

"Now you tell me." I laugh.

"Try it tomorrow." He offered.

"Thanks." I was so going to use that trick. Not only did I have to dress nice, but I was also wearing sensible heels.

As soon as I got to the foyer I headed straight to my room. When I got in Kori and Cassie where laughing.

"What happened to you?" Cassie asked as I walked through the door.

"I stood on my feet and watch grown ups call each other names for five hours." I plopped on my bed.

"You where standing the whole time?" Kori asked.

"Yeah." I mumbled into my bed.

"Wow. I couldn't do that." Cassie laughed.

The girls told me how there day was flying above the building while the boys took turns matching it. Garth was so bored he even took a nap. Well, until Robin woke him up.

"That sounds much better than my day." I rolled over to look at the ceiling.

"But you got to meet the president." Cassie argued.

"It's so boring though." I yawned.

"We have an hour before supper, how about you rest and we will come get you." Kori suggested.

"Yes!" I agreed.

The girls left to talk with the boys. I was so tired that I didn't even climb into bed. I just laid on the comforter.

An hour passed, and just like they said, the girls came and got me. We made our way out to the dinning room and got our food.

"Raven, how was the meeting?" Garth asked.

"I didn't much care for it." I sat down.

"What? Why?" Beetle asked.

"Watching grown men fight over who is better while calling each other names is not my idea of fun." I looked at Beetle.

They all laugh, but I was being completely serious. I finished my meal fast, and then sat around to hear all about Garths dream he had while sleeping on the job.

He said that he saw himself as a goose and all the fish in the pond where following him. Garth's dreams are always animal filled and meaninglessness, but many find amusement in it.

I sat down at the couch that was in the room, and soon everyone came and sat around. Eventually Damian came over and sat beside me.

I didn't laugh at any of the stories. It was strange to hear everything that went on in Garth's mind. He had an odd soul.

Conner walked into the room. "Hey guys, how did your first day go?"

Garth told him all about his dream, leaving out the part that he had it while on the job. And the. Everyone else was giving a run down of the day.

"Remember to fill out your report and turn it in before you leave for work tomorrow." Conner handed everyone a piece of paper.

I looked over the paper. It was simple enough. I stood up and headed to my room. I wanted to get my report done before bed.

"Robin, where are you going?" Kori asked, making me turn around. Damian was behind me.

"I am going to work on my report." Damian's tone was glumly.

We walked together down the hall. Before I turned down my wing, I turned to him.

"Tea?" He asked.

"Yes." I nodded and walked down to my room.

*****

The next day was much like the first. I used Conner's trick of levitating right above the ground to save my feet the pain.

Five hours of boring debate later, I was finally free to go back to my room. Today I wasn't as tired so I meditated on my bed until Kori and Cassie came back from their shift.

"How was your day Raven?" Cassie said when she saw I was done meditating.

"It was fine." I got up.

"I think I might go explore." I stood and walked to the door.

"There is a nice garden on the East end." Kori recommended.

I nodded and walked out. I followed Kori's instructions and walked to the East doors. When I stepped out, I noticed someone else was there.

"Damian?" I stepped forward.

He turned to look up at me. He stood up from the ground he was on.

"Raven."

"I am sorry if I interrupted." I started back inside.

"No, it's fine."

I turned to make sure it was fine. I walked over to see what he was looking at. There was this beautiful blue flower on the ground. It was strange. I had seen this before, but not on earth.

"This is a alien plant." I mumbled.

"How do you know?"

"I saw this on a planet when my father still used me as a warning." I bent down and touched the plant. "This isn't supposed to be here. How is this alive?"

"I don't know." He bent beside me and got a soil sample.

I looked at him.

"What? I'm curious." He shrugged.

Soon after, it was time to eat. Right after I filled out my report, I went to bed.

The next few days where the same. There was no purposed for us being here other than show. It was the final day. Conner handed us all a book.

"As a thank you from the president herself, here is a signed copy of her book." Conner smirked. "The car will be here in an hour. Please know your checks will be following in the next few days."

Kori said goodbye to Conner and we all grabbed our bags and brought them to the main area. I was reading a book when the car came.

Everyone piled in. I read a book and listened to music the whole ride back. Overall I think this mission was childish and worthless, but I can now say I met the president.

It was three hours before we arrived at home. We spent the next few hours unpacking and doing laundry. It was eight o'clock when I was finished with everything.

The next morning I woke up and got up like normal. When I went to the kitchen for tea, Damian wasn't there. I decided to make the tea for us both.

"Morning!" I turned to see Conner.

"Conner?" I was surprised. "Is everything ok?"

"Yeah, I just came to see if you wanted to get coffee sometime?" He smiled and came closer to me.

"She doesn't like coffee." Damian stepped in front of Conner. "Why don't you go and ask Lex Luther to get some coffee. You know as father and son."

"What?" I didn't know Conner was Lex's son.

"He didn't tell you? He was engineered to be Superman with the real Superman's DNA and Lex's." Damian stared down Conner.

"What's your deal man?" Conner was getting angry.

"I don't like seeing you hit on Raven." Damian poked his chest. "You should go now."

Conner looked at me. "It didn't matter what he thinks. Do you want coffee?"

"No." I answered.

Then Conner's phone started ringing.

"Daddy's calling." Damian smirked.

Conner looked at me and when he knew I wasn't going with him, he left. He stormed away very angry. When I turned to Damian, he had a look of triumph.

"Tea?" I handed him a cup.

He took it and smiled. "Sorry I was late. Father was telling me about Conner's background."

"No worries. I thought I would make the tea for once." I walked over to the table. Damian sat in the chair next to mine.

"This is good." He complimented.

"It's not as good as yours." I said after I took a sip.

He grabbed my cup and dumped mine down the sink. Then he started making his tea. I sat back and thanked him.

"I'll let you make the tea." I said as he gave me a cup.

"Only if you choose where to sit." He smiled. "Then deal."

"Deal."

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thesillygoose3000 · 5 years ago

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Going to California oneshot

Just thought I’d share this fanfic I wrote of Robert/Jimmy. I previously posted it on rockfic.com. It takes place when Jimmy and Robert were in the Yardbirds. WARNING: 18+.

Enjoy this trash, y’all.

Robert put the bowl to his lips and breathed in. He held it for a moment, then breathed it out the open windowsill into the warm night air. That was the last of his ganja. He sighed, and opened the cabinet where he kept his liquor. Nothing. Not even a drop of wine left. Robert had forgotten that he had already drank everything in sight last night. Here it was, the night before he was supposed to leave, and he couldn’t even have a good time.

California was a long way away from England. Robert walked over to the kitchen table where he last placed his wallet, and noticed his plane ticket sticking out of it, ready and waiting to go. He pulled it out of his wallet, and looked over it. His flight left bright and early tomorrow at a modest 7:30 in the morning. Robert slid it back into the billfold, and sat down on the flowered couch. His mind hummed with a steady stream of thoughts.

He still hadn’t told his band mates that he was leaving yet. The blond decided that it would be best that way. He knew they would try to talk him out of it, and he didn’t want that. He had made up his mind, and that’s that. California would be good for him, Robert thought. Half way across the world, in the hazy fever dream known as America. A fresh place where nobody knows his name, his problems, his dreams, his fears…

There was a knock on the door of his apartment. Who the bloody hell could it be at this hour? Robert peered through the peephole and saw a young man standing there with shoulder-length tresses of black waves, with one bagged eye covered.

“What is it now, Jimmy?” Robert said with a sigh, opening the door. “Telly go out on you again?”

“Yeah.” Jimmy pushed his way past Robert and turned the knob on the television. The dark haired man flipped through the channels until Dark Shadows appeared on screen in gritty black and white.

Robert snorted. “You actually like this show?”

Jimmy shrugged. “I’ve taken the piss for a lot worse.”

“Right…”

“Got anything to eat in here?”

Robert rolled his eyes. “I’m not a chef. Jesus.”

“But do you?”

Robert sighed. “I’m sure there’s something in there.”

Jimmy went to the kitchen and began rifling through it. Robert shook his head and sat down on the couch again. Jimmy returned with a bag of prawn crisps.

“Want some?” He gestured the bag to Robert, who shook his head. “What’s the matter with you? You’re acting different.”

“I’m leaving tomorrow,” Robert blurted out.

Jimmy stopped shoveling crisps into his mouth. “What do you mean?”

“Just what I said. I’m leaving tomorrow.”

“You’re leaving the Yardbirds?”

“Sort of.” Robert avoided eye contact with his friend.

Jimmy’s green eyes widened. “Why the hell would you do that? We’re just getting started for God’s sakes.”

Robert exhaled heavily through his nose. This is exactly why he didn’t want to tell his bandmates that he was leaving; they wouldn’t understand. “Jim, listen to me. I just think that I need a change of pace. I need to make something of myself. So I’m going to California to start anew.”

“I don’t buy that load of shit for one minute,” Jimmy said. Robert did a double take, and blinked his eyes a couple of times.

“Don’t believe me? Take a look at this.” Robert got up and retrieved the plane ticket, waving it in front of his friend’s face.

“Gimme that.” Jimmy snatched the ticket out of Robert’s hand. His uncovered eye quickly scanned the piece of paper. He bit his lip, and handed it back to the blond.

“I see.”

“Yup.” Robert flopped down onto the couch again, resting his crossed legs on Jimmy’s lap. “Tomorrow, I’ll be gone.”

Jimmy’s face softened. “Are you excited?”

Robert put a tasseled pillow behind his head. “Not really.”

Jimmy turned his head to face Robert, one heavy set green eye looking at two alert ice blue ones. “What’s the real reason you’re going to California?”

“Pardon?”

“What’s the real reason you’re leaving?”

“That, I can’t tell you.”

Jimmy looked hurt. “I’m your best friend. You can tell me anything.”

Robert shifted his head towards the telly. “Some things are better left unsaid.”

“Well,” Jimmy started to say, “I’m going to miss you.”

“As will I miss you.” Robert thought for a moment as the two of them sat in silence, the only sounds being the softly spoken dialogue of the soap opera. He nudged Jimmy in the ribs with his knee.

“What?”

Robert sat up, and faced Jimmy again. The guitarist’s one visible eyebrow was furrowed with concern, and his plush lips were slightly parted. Robert brushed a lock of curly gold out of his face. “Tell you what. If you can give me one good reason to stay, I will stay.”

“Cross your heart?”

Robert chuckled at the grade school promise. “Cross my heart.”

Jimmy gently put his hand behind Robert’s mass of golden curls, and smushed his lips against his friend’s. Robert felt a tinge of pleasure go through his body; he didn’t want it to stop. Jimmy took the lead once again and gently pulled Robert’s bottom lip with his two front teeth.

Was it getting hotter than the Devil in church in here, or was it just him? A smattering of red spread across Robert’s face as Jimmy slid his tongue into his mouth. It felt so different than the kiss of a woman; no, this was more powerful, more demanding, more assertive. Robert found himself welcoming Jimmy’s tongue inside, embracing its warm, silky, slick feeling against his own. The singer’s hands wanted to wrap themselves around Jimmy’s long and lanky form, but they hesitated until the two men realized they were falling off the couch and onto the shag carpeted floor.

They both landed with a soft thud, and they clunked heads together, Jimmy on top of Robert. Jimmy sat up, his thighs on either side of Robert’s small hips. Robert’s breathing quickened, taking in the sight of his friend. He towered over the singer, his t-shirt starting to cling to his skinny body from both of their sweat from the unprecedented encounter. Jimmy’s chest heaved up and down, breathing heavily. He looked off to the side, and flipped his hair out of his face.

“I’m so sorry. I’ll stop now,” he said.

Robert sat up and grabbed Jimmy by the collar of his soaked white t-shirt. “I didn’t say stop.” He peeled off Jimmy’s shirt and pushed him to the floor. They started to roll around on the floor, making out like teens that have just discovered that the opposite (or even same) sex isn’t gross.

“C’mon, Jim,” Robert said, pulling away from Jimmy’s lip, a string of saliva going with it like cheese on a pizza.

“C’mon, what?”

“Aren’t you going to fuck me?”

Jimmy’s eyes went wide. “Fuck you? Are you sure?”

“If that is what you wish,” Robert said, sweat dripping down his face, and rolling down his chin.

“Well, then, Roberto, of course I will.”

Roberto. Oh, God, yes. Jimmy snaked Robert’s trousers off of his legs, and pulled off his boxers right after. What was left was a naked Robert, his porcelain skin and elegant locks of gold shining in the low light.

“Roberto the cherub,” Jimmy said with a teasing smile.

“Bloody hell, Jim,” Robert replied, his eyes looking to the ceiling for guidance.

“Bend over.” Jimmy grabbed Robert by the curls and shoved him down to all fours. Jimmy shed himself of his own clothes, exposing a quite large member hidden beneath those bellbottoms.

“Shit,” Robert muttered.

“Oh, shut up. I’ve seen girls take it better than you.”

“Try me.”

“Alright then.” Jimmy spit on his hands and rubbed them together, then rubbed them on his dick. He grabbed Robert’s hips, and shoved himself inside. Robert groaned, the pain of being stretched out mixed with the pleasure of being filled. He ground his teeth together, and squeezed his eyes shut.

“Ohhhh,” was all he could say. Jimmy smiled. He grabbed onto the blond’s hips and pushed in and out slowly, almost rhythmic. Robert’s fingers curled into the shag carpet, hanging on for the ride of his life. So this is how it feels, Robert thought. No wonder the ladies were lining up.

“Harder,” the blond said.

“Alright.” Jimmy pumped harder and faster. Robert’s glass pendant that he wore around his neck thumped on his chest with each thrust, like a heartbeat. Jimmy’s hands dug into Robert’s soft flesh, then his nails.

“Augh, what’re you doing, mate?” Robert said.

“I can’t ride you if I can’t hold on somehow,” Jimmy whispered in Robert’s ear. His soft voice almost tickled, sending pins and needles down the singer’s spine.

“Fine.” Robert shoved his ass against Jimmy’s member.

“Roberto,” Jimmy cried out as he came. Robert felt Jimmy’s cock contract and relax inside of him. He felt a trickle of something warm run out and down the inside of his thigh. It was too much.

“Jim,” Robert shoved his forehead into the carpet and ground his teeth together. Jimmy’s hand grabbed the blond’s dick, and smoothly glided his hand up and down until it quickly released a steady stream of white all over the gray carpet. After that, the two of them collapsed on the floor.

“Gross,” Robert said. “I just lay down in it.” Jimmy laughed. He gently turned Robert over onto his back, and pushed some curls out of his face. Robert lay there, semen all over his stomach, and glass pendant resting in the hollow of his collar bone. His blue eyes were not looking at Jimmy; they were looking past him. Wondering, and thinking.

Jimmy looked worried. “What is it?”

Robert smiled. “Nothing. Nothing at all.” He got up, and went to the bathroom to wash himself. “Be out in a minute,” he said.

Cold water ran down his slight back. Cum was still slowly trickling down his legs. What a strange feeling. He washed his hair, a lather of soap fluff on top of his head. He thought about what he just did with his best friend. God. He turned the knob all the way to the right. Ice cold water rinsed out his hair, sending the shampoo and conditioner down the drain. He dried himself off with a fluffy white towel, and went back out to join Jimmy.

“Where’d you go?” Robert yelled.

“In here,” Jimmy called back from the bedroom.

“Really, Jim?” Robert crossed his arms over his chest at the sight of a naked Jimmy in his bed.

“Yeah. I’m tired as hell.” Jimmy pulled down the country quilt. “Plus, you have to leave tomorrow. You need some sleep.”

Robert climbed into the four-poster bed, and pulled the warm covers over his naked body. “Yeah, tomorrow.”

The summer night breeze blew the curtains around, and tousled Robert’s wet hair. Jimmy put his arm around Robert’s waist, and pulled him close.

“Your hair smells like flowers,” Jimmy mumbled. He nuzzled Robert’s cheek with his nose.

“Jimmy.”

“What?”

Robert turned to face his best friend. “I think I found a reason to stay.”

The End.

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boshaw-manor · 5 years ago

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‘I’ll tell you something but you’re not gonna like it.’

**NSFW**

‘See that radio tower over there? Fingerblasted my first girlfriend at the very top.’ Sharky stated triumphantly to Rook who nodded absent mindedly in response. Every chance he got, he told her one of his many sexual encounter stories to try and get her attention. But the problem was exactly that. They were just stories. Sharky couldn’t even count the number of intimate experiences he’d had with a woman on one hand because there were none. Zero. Zip. Nada. The only practice he had was with his good ol’ friend Mr Right Arm and a stack of porno magazines.

So it rattled him when a slightly tipsy Rook began to come onto him in the 8-Bit Pizza Bar, whispering in his ear about all the things she wanted him to do to her.

‘I- uh, I think you’ve had to much to drink chica!’ He chuckled awkwardly as she pushed him into the bar counter and ran her hands up the front of his hoodie.

‘I’ve had like four beers Shark. It’s okay, I want to do this with you.’ She smiled airily before pressing a heated kiss to his mouth. Her soft supple lips caught his chapped ones and he couldn’t help but lean into her for a split-second. Oh man he wanted this so fuckin’ bad but...

‘Oh, uh, nah not with me Shorty!’ He pulled away rapidly and ducked under her arm, darting to the other side of the room. Looking over her shoulder, Rook gazed at him coyly before shrugging away her jacket. It fell to the ground with ease, crumpling into a heap on the floor. She approached him slowly and Sharky’s eyes were drawn to the tantalising swing of her hips. To-and-fro, to-and-fro, to-and-oh crap she was right in front of him.

‘And why not?’ Rook asked, fingertips brushing against his neck. His cheeks flushed a deep red, mouth going as dry as the fuckin’ Sahara.

‘Well, uh, y’see...’ He stumbled over his words, not entirely sure where to put his hands as Rook pressed herself against him.

‘Spit it out idiot.’ She murmured fondly, fanning her heated breath against his collarbone as she leaned in to kiss his skin.

‘Agh God dammit Dep!’ He wriggled uncomfortably under her grip and it was only then she let up, realising he wasn’t just being his usual silly self. Pushing off of him a little, Rook watched as Sharky tilted his chin to the floor and felt concern etch across her face.

‘What’s wrong?’ She asked, softly cupping his chin and tugging his head up to face her. ‘I didn’t mean to embarrass you Shark-‘

‘No, no, Shorty it ain’t that. It’s just well, uh...’ Huffing out an awkward exhale, he screwed his face up and groaned. ‘I’ll tell you something but you’re not gonna like it.’

‘Try me.’ Rook said, folding her arms across her chest and popping a hip expectantly.

‘I’ve never... uh... well... I’ve never done this before.’ He gestured to the space between them loosely. Great. Good job douche bag. Now you look like a right dud.

‘Oh.’ Rook seemed taken aback, cocking her head and raising an eyebrow. ‘Never?’

‘Never.’ He replied quickly, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

‘So all of those things you’ve told me were made up?’

‘Look amigo, I just didn’t want you to think I was a total loser y’know?’ Well if she didn’t before, she definitely would now ya dingus. But instead of writing him off, Rook pinched her tongue with her teeth. She slunk closer again, fingers removing his cap and finding their way into his hair.

‘What if I show you?’ She asked quietly, one knee pressing into his still hard groin softly.

‘You-uh-you what now?’ He asked but was shut up by Rook’s hot kiss against his mouth.

‘You heard me.’ She mumbled into his lips, hands sliding beneath the waistband of his jeans. Well that was certainly different. A good different obviously but- holy hell what was she doing?! Sharky’s head knocked back so fast it collided with the plaster on the wall. Whatever magic Rook was working in his pants God damn it felt fucking divine.

‘Jeez Shorty...’ Sharky gulped breathlessly, his eyes hooded as she paused to shuck his trousers down to his knees. She made quick work of removing her own jeans before pulling her black panties off and taking his hand. With a real sense of urgency, Rook guided two of his fingers up and inside of her before letting out a satisified hum. Pumping his wrist in a slow motion, she eventually let go to allow him to continue on his own. She was so warm and soft and- ugh man. This was great. Sharky copied the exact movement she’d set up for him and relished in watching her slowly unravel at his touch.

‘I want you in me.’ He heard her moan and bit down on his lip hard. Premature ejaculation was not a good look. Almost crossing his legs, Sharky let Rook take him by the shoulders and push him to the floor. She leant over him, straddling his waist and slowly easing his length into her. The moment Sharky breached her opening, he was seeing spots glittering over his vision. He could feel every inch of her pressing against him, clutching at his skin. It only got worse as Rook slowly started to rock her hips against his own. This was the best day of his life. He’d even hazard to say it was better than that time he found a cheese puff that was shaped like an elephant. Were his hands on her thighs? When did that happen? A hot flushing sensation started to prick between his legs and Sharky almost groaned in disgust. Already? Really? For fuck sake, even Mr Right Arm could normally give him an extra thirty seconds! But this was different, this was so fucking good and it felt so fucking right and-

‘Shorty uh, we got a situation!’ He panted, conscious of the rushing feeling that was starting build up inside him.

‘It’s fine Shark.’ She hummed softly, upping her pace just enough for him to knock his head back into the floorboards and shut the hell up. Sharky felt his muscles stiffen as he emptied into Rook before falling slack beneath her. Sweat beaded from his brow and he huffed, wiping it away with the back of his sleeve.

‘Y’know,’ He gasped, chest heaving. ‘That ain’t half bad.’

#far cry 5 #sharky boshaw #fc5 #far cry #smut #sharky x rook #sharky x deputy #prompt #fic #ask and you shall receive my children

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beckytailweaver · 7 years ago

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[FIC] I wrote a Coco thing! In the name of Destiny!

I guess for now this is the UnbornAU, but it could also be named Destiny. Or maybe I should call it Unborn Destiny...

Anyway!!

This whole Coco AU is kind of based on This Post but it also incorporates a bunch of other loose bits that don’t fit anywhere else and looked cool. There’s not much actually written down, but it seems to be a pretty solid collection of concepts in my head that rolled together well, so...I’ll see where this goes. Suggestions and thoughts are welcome.

Thus, for your reading pleasure (I hope), a brief random Unborn Destiny scenelet apropos of nothing. (No pizzas were harmed in the making of this ficbit.)

Unborn Destiny clip (Setting: Land of the Living, Rivera house courtyard, early afternoon)

Miguel glanced from Héctor to the slice of pizza and back again, his smile fading. Pensive, he held it out to his grandfather. "You want some?"

"Ay, didn't we just go over this?" Héctor reached over and swiped at the bitten slice, bony hand passing through the boy's with no other sensation than a touch of slightly-too-cool air and the faintest tingle. "I'm a little insubstantial on this side of the bridge, mijo. Besides, it has your spit on it," he complained good-naturedly.

"We're family, we have the same germs," Miguel groused back, some of his good humor returning. "I just feel bad eating in front of you when you've got nothing."

"I'm not gonna starve to death, Chamaco." Behind his joking grin, the skeleton had that softly fond look in his eyes that he got whenever his family went out of their way for him. Like after a year it was still amazing and he didn't expect it all the time.

Miguel loved that look and mourned it at the same time. "I know that, but Abuelita says it's not nice to eat in front of people without inviting them."

"Such a polite boy." Chuckling, Héctor ruffled Miguel's hair—or pretended to, and maybe it only flicked in a slightly cool hint of breeze as he ducked away. "Anyway, I couldn't eat it even if I could touch it. Where would it go?"

Perplexed, Miguel watched a bony finger run up and down the empty ribcage like a clattery xylophone, softly musical. "Wait, we ate at Mamá Imelda's house, I've seen you eat and drink before...!"

"Yes, yes, you saw it," Héctor agreed, making calming gestures. "But that—" He pointed at the slice of pizza and its missing bite, still dangling in Miguel's hand. "—is real food, made of bread and cheese and sausage and...who knows what else they put in that thing. Anyway. What you see me eating—" A gesture at his own body again, the hollow slats of ribs and the slim tower of spine like a lone tree, as if to emphasize the lack of anything resembling organs. "—is the same as everything else in the Land of the Dead: A memory."

"You're eating memories." Miguel wrinkled his nose, pondering the concept. "So...it's like when you take your offerings from the ofrenda or the cemetery...or when you took your guitar. A...an echo. A reflection."

"Yes! Well, kind of. Mostly," Héctor nodded, still smiling. "The dead don't need to eat—it's just a nice thing to do now and then. So it's very sweet of you to offer, mijo, and you have my thanks, but it's really not necessary."

Nodding absently, Miguel stared down at the pizza slice. "A memory..."

"So finish up before it gets cold, Chamaco!"

Head tilting, Miguel took hold of the crust of his slice with both hands. He focused on the pizza itself, on the smell and the taste, the texture of the cheese and the warmth of the bread. Then he reached inside for that same inside-out-upside-down cold warmth that bloomed under his heart when he flipped through the borders of the world.

With both hands he pulled apart, and the world spun a little bit for an instant, but the pizza slice didn't tear.

There was a brief clatter of ethereal bone. "Dios mío—!"

When Miguel looked up again, his skeletal grandfather had startled into one of those artistic pretzels that happened when the current range of motion in his strongly-remembered form tangled with his mind's perception of how his limbs should be able to move after decades of loose-jointed neglect. His eyes were rather huge.

"Papá Héctor, are you okay?"

"Am I okay? What you just did—are you okay?" Disentangling his limbs with the ease of long habit, Héctor gestured expressively at the pizza in his grandson's hands. "That—that—I don't think that's supposed to happen!"

In his left hand, Miguel still held his slice of pizza, untouched. In his right...an identical slice, down to the missing bite, translucent and softly glowing a pale yellow. The cool tingle in his fingers was stronger than ever, almost like his hand had gone to sleep.

"Well," Miguel grinned, holding up the ghostly slice, "it worked. Here you go!"

Héctor gaped at him. "You just—without even Día de Muertos—and no cempasúchil—and you just say 'Here you go' like it's—"

"You said it worked like memory, so that's what I tried! Like the cemetery!" Miguel pushed the ghost pizza at his grandfather again. "And...you need to take this 'cause it's kind of starting to make my hand hurt—"

With a yelp, Héctor lurched forward and scooped the memory-food out of the boy's hand. This time, Miguel could almost feel the brush of warm-cool finger bones, hard and not quite smooth.

Clutching the pizza gingerly as if it might be a grenade, Héctor watched him shake out his fingers. "Are you all right? Let me see—are there bones? Did you—?"

"It's fine, it's fine!" Miguel waved him off; the tingling ache was fading already, leaving only cold fingers. "I think it was just a bit much, being on this side and trying to hold something from yours."

"This was a lot more than just picking up a leftover piece of Pan de Muertos, Chamaco." Héctor looked far more worried than impressed. "You just...out of nothing. There's supposed to be Día de Muertos and a lot of marigold petals for that to work."

"It wasn't nothing, it was memory," Miguel insisted, holding up his own cooling slice. "But I'm glad it worked, because now I don't have to eat alone."

"Ayy, this kid...!" The skeleton threw up his hands, almost tossing the ghost pizza. "Doing hopscotch on the border between worlds, playing with ancient magic like a toy, and he's worried about me getting lunch..."

"Aren't you going to try it?" Grinning, Miguel took another big bite of his own.

Héctor stared flatly at him.

"I'm just saying," Miguel went on after swallowing, unrepentant, "after all this effort, it would be a shame if you didn't even taste it."

Rolling his eyes with an affectionate I've-got-your-number,-kid snort, Héctor examined the ghostly pizza for a moment before taking a very careful bite.

"Well?"

The skeleton chewed thoughtfully and swallowed. "...it's pretty good, actually."

Miguel's face split into a beaming smile.

"But it's still got your spit on it."

"We're family, we have the same germs!"

(end...for now)

#This is just a little piece of something that's probably going to turn out horrendously huge #There will be worldbuilding stuff #Anybody handy with mythologies around?#Yes Miguel is special #because destiny #And yes Héctor is visiting out of season #But he totally doesn't mind #It's because of a certain guitar (who is snickering about this I'm sure)#They're figuring this out by the seat of their pants #Since nobody's done anything like this in a few centuries at least #Not just your average psychic powers yo #coco fanfic #coco AU #coco spoilers #Please forgive and advise if you see mistakes!#unborn AU

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tombaragwanath · 7 years ago

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138 Haiku for Ahm-Ree-Kah

Said Whitman one time: “America: that great poem.” The greatest, even.

In this tradition, let me present most humbly a Whitman’s sampler.

Only with fewer Cashew Clusters™ and slightly more facetiousness.

Los Angeles

Who has ever seen such strong light hitting green hills? And highways, highways.

A smiling man in a green and white food truck hands me three tacos.

Golden, delicious, they go well with the soda people keep on hand.

Big Sur

Mountains roll sharply into angry green-white surf. Bridges span chasms.

Where did Kerouac sleep, as a local? Was it in this log cabin?

Likely not. This spot is muddy, expensive, and less than fully Zen.

Cannery Row

Rattlesnakes, dusty- eyed and serene, fill my thoughts of this dream-like place.

In reality, Mac & co have moved on. The hotel looks nice, though.

Steinbeck and Ricketts: dudes sharing their many loves. Got to commend that.

I think I buy this book for people because it is short and punchy.

In that it punches the reader in the heart with warm contemplations.

Look, just go buy a copy for yourself. Hell, send me your damn address.

San Francisco

Orange steel stretches impossibly across churn and wash of green salt.

How could you not love the city of Al Ginsberg? Rain falls in warm streets.

I run up to the big red radio tower. A glorious view.

This one other dude was running close behind me. I felt I knew him.

Amtrak: San Francisco to Chicago

The furnishings may be dated, but the burgers? Salty. Prepared weekly.

Who cares? This train goes through snowy mountains, deserts, and seven (eight?) states.

The viewing car is full of folks taking it in with icy cold drinks.

Everyone wants to talk at lunch. Wrestling, birds, democracy, Trump.

Good thing every one of these passengers is well over sixty.

Plenty of time to gather esoteric facts for polite strangers.

There’s a kindness, a lulling passivity of wheels over tracks.

We share a “roomette”. Lordy, to be paid to come up with product names.

Seventy hours on the train. I could have stayed on no problem at all.

Chicago

Where can we find Jeff Tweedy? I guess I thought he would just be around.

Those cake stand towers are right outside our hotel. Black against blue sky.

The freezing wind lifts from Lake Michigan like a swift kick in the teeth.

The lines in the grey city stay sharp as night falls over the water.

In the donut shop a young kid clutches pastry tight in his fingers.

If we lived here I’d likely revert back to him. They were that damn good.

“Fire Cakes”. Hell of a name for sugar, pastry, cream. Better than DD.

Detroit

I keep a lookout for ambiguous danger, but I need not fret.

Once shrines to commerce, now dusty car garages. I guess it happens.

Some dude is buying up city blocks and hiring his own police force.

How do locals feel? Is the cash grab members-only? Who is invited?

Our Uber driver has a kind face. He tutors math on Monday nights.

He drives us to Grosse Pointe. “Old-school rich Detroiters.” He knows a few souls.

A bored waiter feeds us some gourmet duck fried rice. We talk past closing.

New York City (Vol. 1)

Hello again, dear friend. I see your street vendors are still hustling dosas.

We walk in Central Park under light snow. Who keeps knitting dog sweaters?

Bowling, falafel, Animal Collective, beers. Sleepy subway home.

Montreal

We walk a mastiff cross named Mischa. The sidewalk salt hurts her paw pads.

The temperature? Negative butthole degrees. Still kids play hockey.

Poutine, coffee, sleep. When wearing two coats just isn’t enough.

Boston

A guy selling ham sandwiches knows about home. “Mate! Bro!”, he exclaims.

We walk the brick lane of Paul Revere’s freedom trail to get cannoli.

Can one highway off- ramp cleave itself into four? In Boston, it might.

Brattleboro, Vt.

Sweet land of Bernie! Syrup, pie, cider, pecans. Anarchist bookstores.

We find a brewery serving solely sour brews with faux-Catholic names.

“The Angry Bishop.” “Cardinal’s Peach Party Ale.” You get the idea.

Who knew a maple latte could actually be good? Fuck Starbucks™.

Our dear friends have a small human baby! We read Hairy MacLary.

Boston (again)

So much brotherhood present tonight at the men’s candlestick bowling.

They let Dianny rent shoes, but keep an eye out for any girl stuff.

Philadelphia

City of the Roots! Of Federal Fried Chicken! Of Kurt Vile’s soft drawl!

Isaiah Zagar. His name is colour, movement; a poem in itself.

We visit all the historical stuff. Highlight? Hot cheese steaks. No shame.

Washington D.C.

We stand hemmed in with a million other people. And yet, no ruckus.

Except the ruckus of a giant yarn uterus. That’s dedication.

On the bus homeward passengers doze against each other, smiling, spent.

Baltimore

Four-storey spiral shark tank. Kindly swim clockwise, or you’ll be gnawed at.

Aquarium, then Shake Shack™. Penguins, tortoises, wee sloth family.

They have these fishes that aim spit at bugs, knocking them into the stream.

Our Uber driver is a chicken connoisseur. He suggests Popeye’s.

Our burgers make him peckish. We offer to share. He laughs. He’s all good.

We spend the morning with Bloody Marys and some crab cake Benedict.

And the afternoon sharing cheesecake, fudge blocks, and enjoying Face / Off.

Blue Ridge Parkway

It is my birthday. And our anniversary. Waffle House™ it is.

Two lovely old chaps man the lonely tourism centre. It’s winter.

We’re likely the sole visitors for the day. They seem just fine with that.

The long drive rewards us with thick stands of fir trees dripping with winter.

A recreated length of train tracks shows us where commerce once began.

Are the bears sleeping? Unclear. Better keep any Snyder’s™ in the car.

We come upon an abandoned farm house. Trees grow clear through the iron roof.

Grizzled red cattle stand in the shade of an old leaning wooden barn.

Dianny takes a bunch of photos. I prepare myself for locals.

The parkway sometimes seems to run itself purely into the blue sky.

The precise hue of the blue hills evades capture in these meagre words.

Suffice to tell you: the breath quickens, the heart swells, and everything stops.

Asheville

We wind up stopping in Asheville. They have a sweet pinball museum.

Murakami would thoroughly lose his shit with the range of machines.

We eat salty fried green tomatoes, cheese grits, and Madras chilli fries.

Nashville

Yo La Tengo are fans of Prince’s Hot Chicken. Take their word for it.

Did you ever eat chicken so hot you had to avoid touching…parts?

Trust me, dearest friends. Do not mess about with these rocks of pure hellspice.

The old Drake Hotel. “Stay where the stars stay!” In the seventies, perhaps.

We meet a couple from Carolina outside the Bluebird Café.

They have one ticket between them. She goes in. He peers through the glass door.

We continue to eat the kind of barbeque one might brag about.

Charleston

A sign outside a bar proclaims the presence of Bill Murray. Cheap trick.

Doesn’t stop us from pulling off the road in a cloud of gravel dust.

What a pair of chumps. We practice our lines in case he needs two more friends.

An anti-climax, but we still enjoy foaming ale (and more pinball).

Our BNB host has framed pictures of Xena, Warrior Princess.

She is thrilled to hear where we’re from. Less thrilled to hear we don’t know Lucy.

Savannah

Tickets for Moonlight. Two other people in the cinema. Both leave.

More great barbeque. Cornbread, sticky ribs, collards. One meal for the day.

St. Augustine

A diamond-shaped stone fortress keeps the harbour safe from the English hordes.

Portly volunteers fire the neutered guns hourly just to scare tourists.

Orlando

Okay, we did it. We went to Universal™. We have few regrets.

Di got to pretend to be a wizard for a time. Wand included.

Turns out Butter Beer is a kind of ginger fizz with marshmallow foam.

My younger stomach was far better at dealing with roller coasters.

Still, I ride them all. Because I am a tightwad. And also, reals tough.

Two days of this stuff is enough for me to crave a quiet darkened room.

Miami

Will Smith was correct. Miami certainly does bring the heat, for real.

We sneak in to some hotel lounge chairs and disguise ourselves as ballers.

No one is convinced, but the waiters humour us. I get lobster burnt.

I get to practice my toddler-grade español with real life toddlers.

Donde es Tomas? El es aqui! El es muy fuerte, y tonto!

Es peligroso para tocar los…raccoons... (I don’t know “raccoons”).

New Orleans

There is a riot of big band horns lifting through the hot fragrant air.

Carry your open drink anywhere you like, friend. Just be nice, or leave.

We rent bicycles and spend long warm afternoons avoiding pot holes.

A boisterous young dude yells to us through a broken window as we pass.

Stay off Bourbon Street. It’s like Courtenay Place, but somehow even worse.

We stumble upon an impossibly raucous Mardi Gras parade.

One float shows paper mache Putin gleefully rogering Donald.

Another Donald is roped above a sharp-toothed sarlacc vagina.

Elsewhere, Donalds endure a colourful range of brutal torture.

All of the craft stores must have sold out of his shade of neon orange.

The vile bloat of his maniac features seems a popular float choice.

Just not popular enough for the popular vote. Can’t help myself.

Our cab driver is most delighted to hear us use the term “had beef”.

He tells us he has always wanted to travel to Australia.

New York City (Vol. 2)

NYC round two! It’s so nice to be back in your cathedral streets.

We create habits: Morning run, bagel, coffee, then museums.

A couple of films, a trip to Katz’s deli for pastrami on rye.

An afternoon in Bushwick, fossicking about in the vintage aisles.

Time is running out in a nice way. Three months is likely sufficient.

Last day. JFK. John Mayer sings with great breath in duty-free aisles.

A table of young Russians pick hot pineapple from pizza slices.

Soon I will not speak the language. I think I was alright at charades.

Thank you, Ahm-Ree-Kah. Your people have been a trip. All the best with Trump.

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