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italiansteebie · 4 years

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Ooooh prompt again (sorry to bombard!) but enemies to lovers (or more like rivals to lovers) where Billy makes fun of Steve, calls him dumb or mocks his lack of ambition or does the whole ‘at least you’re pretty’ thing and it cuts Steve deep because yeah he’s struggling at school, and Billy realises he’s gone too far? (All of your prompt interests are like my super fave Harringrove tropes!!)

Under the cut for talks of abuse!

“Fuck.” Steve sighs and drags a hand over his face, as he grabs the test back from his teacher. He hopes the multitude of tiny red x’s weren’t visible to any of his classmates. The teacher looks at him and sighs, shaking his head, “I thought you were going to work harder, Steven,” his voice drops into a whisper, “You’re running the risk of not graduating.” Steve shakes his head and tries to keep his eyes from watering. As he walks out of the classroom he hears the teacher mutter something like, “All that boys good for is a hair model.” And with that one tear slides down his face, he wipes It away before it leaves streaks. He doesn’t need anyone, especially Billy Hargrove, seeing him crying in school. He’d never hear the end of it, and word would probably get back to his dad, who would call him a “pussy” first, and then a “fuckin’ idiot” when he finds out about the test grade.

He trudges his way to P.E., hoping to let out some steam playing basketball, “That’s one thing I know I’m good at, or, at least I was before Billy,” he thinks to himself. In the locker room he gets by Tommy H. and Brad R. without any comments made and he allows himself to calm down at that. Unfortunately for Steve, Billy had seen the bad test grade, and is now preparing to use that on court to get under Steve’s skin.

Billy saunters in, throwing a look at Tommy and shoving his thumb in Steve’s direction. He makes a “crybaby” face which causes Tommy to burst out laughing, his chortle catching the attention of the other boys in the room, including Steve. He catches the end of Billy mocking his face, he shoves his gym shirt on the rest of the way and moves out to go warm up on the court. he try nots to think anything of the face but he can’t help but think that Billy saw his grade, which means he’s probably seen the other bad grades he gets in their shared class. He shakes his head and pushes the thought away while grabbing a ball and throwing some casual free throws.

Basketball goes surprisingly okay, Steve really thought Billy was going to try something and when he didn’t, Steve forgot all about the grade. Billy snickers as Steve walks out of the locker room, getting ready to go home, “Have a fun night, Pretty Boy!” he calls over his shoulder. As Steve walks further away he can hear the roaring laughter of his teammates, “That was weird,” he thought. He shook his head and continued walking to his car. On the drive home he kept thinking about the last comment Billy made, “Have a fun night? What is the even supposed to mean?” he says out loud to himself. He drives home with the thought that he could be in his room alone and curl up, not even bothering about dinner. Those plans are ruined when he sees his father waiting for him on the front porch.

“Hurry up and get your ass in here Steven. I need to discuss some things with you,” his father said in an almost menacing tone. The color drains out of Steve’s face, and he quickly grabs his backpack and rushes out of the car. Once in the house he looks at his dad who has a weird look on his face, different from his usual hardened disappointed one, almost furious. His dad turns to him, “I got a call from your coach Steven.” Steve takes a sharp breath in through his nose, “What did the coach say dad?” he asks in a shaking voice. “Your coach. Steven. Said that he was notified by one of your friends, Billy, who is deeply concerned about your grades.” His father said sharply. Steve’s shoulders sag and he knows what's coming next. “Tell me Steven. Did you and I not have an agreement that you would work harder?” Steve nods his head in agreement, knowing a verbal answer would be disrespectful in his father’s eyes. “Yes? So why is it, that I get a call about you failing multiple classes, risking getting benched in basketball, risking graduating high school? Do you do these thing on purpose, Steven? Or are you really that stupid? Hmmm?” His father spits, grabbing Steve’s wrist.

Steve flinches involuntarily, “Answer me, boy! Are. You. Stupid?” his father rages each shout reacting in a tighter grip on his wrist, Steve whimpers, “Yes sir. I am stupid.” His father shakes his head, “What are you good for Steven?” he asks in a mocking sweet voice, “Nothing Sir. I am nothing without my looks,” Steve whispers, the tears threatening to leave his eyes. His father shakes his head in approval, “Good job, Steven. At least we know you can learn so long as it’s drilled into your stupid. Little. Head.” His father lets go of his wrist and Steve walk up the stair to his room. As soon as he clicks the door shut, he lets the tears fall freely. Not much later after that he falls into a fitful slumber.

The next day at school Billy anxiously waits for his and Steve’s history class. He can’t wait to see the look on Steve’s face. The bell rings signaling that it’s time for the class. Billy is absolutely giddy as he walks in looking for Steve and his stupid, sad, face. His eyes search the classroom, and Steve’s not there? “What?” he thinks, “Steve always gets to class before me.” he finishes the thought. “Whatever,” he mutters and shuffles over to his desk. Time ticks by and right before the bell rings Steve walks in, Billy searches his face for sadness, or anger, but it’s just blank. He watches Steve sit down at his desk and pull out papers for class, Billy shakes his head, “Can’t even acknowledge what I did to him, what a loser,” he thinks.

During P.E. Billy is antsy to get a rise out of Steve, on the court he calls over to him, “How was your night, Pretty Boy? Get in some trouble with Daddy?” Steve shakes his head and tries to focus on playing, he’s too tried and drained for this right now. “Whats wrong, didn't get your beauty sleep, princess?” Billy sneers. His attempts to ignore aren't going very well. As the game continues on, Billy is all over him, trying to get a reaction, but he’s not allowed. His father came into his room at 2:00 am to make sure the rules were going to be followed. And Steve knows better than to break the rules. Billy keeps pushing him though, and it’s relentless. He keeps calling nasty thing out at Steve and doesn't hold back. He smirks when he notices Steve’s walls deteriorating, and he hits him with the final blow, “Ain’t even good at basketball anymore, all you’re good for is being pretty, huh princess?” And Billy watches as the walls fall down, and he stances, waiting for Steve to tackle him. But it never happens, he watches the color drain out of Steve’s face and keeps his eyes on him as he runs to the bathroom looking like he’s going to throw up.

“Someone go check on Harrington!” Coach calls, and Billy’s up to the chase, needing to find out why Steve didn’t try and deck him. When he get into the bathroom Steve’s sitting on the floor in the stall, “What the hell, man?” Billy asks. Steve just looks at him, “Can’t break the rules, no fighting allowed. Too “pretty” for it. If I’m going to be stupid I have to be stupid and pretty and good.” Steve sighs tearfully. Billy just watches him in confusion. “You aren't the only one with a shitty dad, Billy,” he sighs and Billy tries to protest, “We’ve all seen the bruises, man, Don’t even try it.” Steve finishes. Billy sit down beside him, “So your dad... What does he do to you?” Steve sighs, “It’s not like abuse, or anything. He just rags on me all the time. Making sure I know my place, y’know.” he bring a hand up tp wipe at his face.

“what does he say?”

“Just the usual, ‘you’re stupid, not good for anything,’ yadda yadda...”

“Steve, that is abuse.”

“No, he never hits me. Not like your dad.”

Billy sighs, “Who woulda thought, me and pretty boy have something in common.” he laughs, and Steve joins in, almost hysterical. “Hey, Harrington. Steve, I’m sorry I did that to you man, I didn't think your dad was like mine.” He says in a soft voice. “It’s okay, Billy.” Steve hums.

They sit in the bathroom for hours after the last bell rings, a new friendship blossoming, bonding over shitty dads and basketball.

#harringrove #billy/steve #my writing #text post #anon ask #prompt fill

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10,000 Hours-Part 1

Title: 10,000 hours Pairings: Steve x Tony Warnings: swearing, fluff, angst, slowburn. Summary: Tony’s a hotshot lawyer in upstate New York. Steve’s a single father in a small town out in North Carolina. When Tony’s law firm suggests he takes a year off after his Uncle Jarvis passes, Tony and Steve’s lives entangle themselves together. But their time together is limited, and their lives are so different that it may be impossible to ever make it work. A/N: A new fic that i’ve been working on, hope you like it.

Tony stared out of the window of his big fancy office, and admired the skyline of New York City. It would be the last good Friday night he’d get to have for a while. In exactly one weeks time, he had to defend his client of the charge of first degree murder. He heard the door open and sighed, Pepper’s heels clicked on the hardwood floor.

“Tony.” Her voice was calm, stern and he spun around in his chair. he plastered a smile onto his face, her blonde hair tied back in a tight bun.

“Hey Pep, is the car ready?” he asked and watched as her eyes darted down to the opened bottle of whiskey on his desk.

“We need to talk.” She said and Tony rolled his eyes, she knew how to ruin a good mood.

“Can we leave it for Monday? It’s eight o’clock on a Friday night, what are you even doing here?” Tony asked and she sat down across from him, a deep frown set upon her face.

“This is serious Tony.” She told him and he shrugged. It was always serious.

“Did dear old dad call?” Tony asked and stared up at the roof, not able to stand Pepper’s disapproving and pitying frown any longer.

“He did, actually.” Tony sighed and looked back to her. His father owned the law firm that Tony worked at, and it was nothing more than a royal pain in Tony’s ass.

“And what did Howard have to say?” Tony set the glass of whiskey down on the oak desk and Pepper glanced down at the tablet which she was holding a little too tightly in her hands. “Pep?” Tony asked, frowning and she looked back up at him.

“It was about your uncle Jarvis.” Tony rose a single brow.

“Uncle J? what about him?” Tony began to rifle through a drawer, looking for his phone which he’d dumped that morning.

“Tony he died.” Tony’s hand stilled in the drawer. He didn’t know Jarvis all that well, but the man had been nothing but kind towards Tony.

“Oh.” Tony looked back to her, her eyes shone with tears.

“I’m so sorry.” Tony shook his head, he didn’t want her to pity him.

“It’s alright Pepper. Death is a part of life.” Tony shrugged and she sighed.

“That’s not all I have to tell you.” Tony nodded and leaned back in the chair, Pepper tucked a piece of hair back with a trembling hand.

“It’s alright Pepper, do you need a moment?” she shook her head and Tony nodded.

“Jarvis had this big beach house up in North Carolina, he’s left it to you.” Tony nodded and tapped his fingers on the desk. He had no use for a beach house.

“Okay I’ll have it looked at and put on the market.” Pepper sighed.

“The funeral is next Friday.” Tony sighed and squeezed his eyes shut.

“Could it be pushed to Thursday?” he asked and when he opened his eyes, Pepper was tapping away at her tablet.

“No it can’t. Friday is the funeral.”

“But I have to be in court.”

“The other partners have put it to a vote and you’ve been kicked off the case.” At that, Tony snorted.

“Kicked off?”

“They’ve given it to Bruce.”

“Banner?” Tony shrieked and Pepper nodded her head. Tony swore, anger radiated throughout him.

“it’s non-negotiable Tony.”

“But doesn’t Banner have his own cases to work?” Tony asked and she shook her head.

“The other partners also agreed, upon your father’s recommendation, that you should take some time off.” At that, Tony snorted.

“Time off?” he lived and breathed his job. Time off was a foreign concept to him.

“A year.”

“A year?” his brows rose and she nodded her head.

“They’re all worried about you.”

“They’re my colleagues, it’s not their place to worry.” Tony said and Pepper sighed.

“You’re twenty-seven years old and you act like a toddler.” She told him, it was rather blunt but Tony took it in stride.

“And?”

“And the partners want you to clean your act up. If you don’t then it’s more than likely you’ll be pushed out of the company.” Tony sighed, he really didn’t have a choice then.

“So what? I just stay at home for the next year?”

“No. Your dad had the locks changed today.” Tony rose his brows.

“are you fucking serious?”

“He emailed me, he wants you to spend this time in North Carolina. Get some perspective.” Tony shook his head, this couldn’t be happening.

“Perspective?”

“I think it will be good for you. take the year off, come back hungry for the job.” Tony looked at her and then nodded.

“Alright, but only because I literally have no other option.” Tony ran a hand through his hair and Pepper visibly relaxed. Obviously she’d expected more of a fight from him.

“Great, your flight leaves in three hours.”

“three hours?”

“I sent someone to pack your bags earlier today. Happy will take you to the airport.”

Steve started the engine, the truck sputtered to life and he relaxed in his seat.

“Seatbelt.” He said as he put his own one.

“you really should get the engine looked at.” Peter said and Steve nodded.

“Yeah I know.” He thought of the jar of money he had underneath the bed, he’d get it looked at as soon as he could afford it.

“Dad?” Steve reversed out of their driveway and began the route to school.

“yeah Pete?”

“Are we going to Jarvis’ funeral on Friday?” Steve sighed and stopped at the red light.

“I dunno, I’ll see if I can get off work.” He promised and Peter looked out the window.

“so that’s a no.”

“Peter…” Steve trailed off and Peter shook his head.

“he was our neighbour dad.”

“We didn’t know him that well either kid.” Steve said and Peter sighed.

“I know, but Jarvis kept to himself. What if no one goes to the funeral?” Peter glanced over at Steve.

“people will go to the funeral Pete. Besides, you have school so you can’t go anyway.” Peter rolled his eyes and Steve pulled into a parking spot at the school.

“We should go.” Peter said and Steve looked over at him.

“since when did you care so much about Jarvis the next door neighbour?” Steve asked and Peter unbuckled his seat belt.

“It’s stupid.” He got out of the truck, Steve grabbed Peter’s bag before he could take off.

“Pete?” Steve rose a brow and Peter stared down at his shoes.

“I guess I was just hoping that we could go see mom while we were there.” Steve let go of the bag and sat back, he stared straight ahead and took a deep steadying breath.

“We can go see her on Friday if you want.” Steve’s voice was strained and Peter groaned.

“Dad-“ Steve shook his head, then cut Peter off.

“You should get to class, you’ve got that math test right?” Peter nodded and then slammed the door shut. he only looked back at Steve once. Then disappeared into the crowd. Steve rested his head on the steering wheel and forced himself to calm down. Now wasn’t the time, and it wasn’t the place. He pulled out of the school parking lot and drove to work, pushing away any thoughts about his dead ex-wife.

Tony had to catch a bus into town. Then he had to walk with his suitcase trailing behind him to the house with dodgy instructions from the bus driver. The house, was large, wooden and sat right on the beach. But it was also a mess, completely falling apart.

“Well this is just great.” Tony grumbled as he approached the front door. Only his father would be capable of not only shipping Tony away, but shipping him off to an inhabitable nightmare. Tony climbed up the rickety steps, dragging his suitcase up behind him and stood before an ancient door. Tony sighed and then shoved the rusted key into the door and unlocked it. he then had to throw his shoulder into it and the old door groaned as it swung open.

“Hello?” he called out, even though he knew that the house would be empty. There was no response and he stepped inside, leaving his suitcase on the old and rotting porch. It was worse on the inside. everything was covered in dust, and a foul smell hit Tony’s nose.

“Oh that’s disgusting.” He grumbled and pulled out his phone. He called Pepper and she answered on the third ring.

“Tony?”

“Hey Pep, I’m inside the house and I am telling you that I have learnt my lesson. Very funny. When’s my flight out of here?”

“In three-hundred-and-sixty-two days.” She said and Tony let out a humourless laugh.

“That’s funny. But seriously Pep I need to get out of here. This house is…” Tony trailed off and heard Pepper’s impatient sigh.

“Tony I told you that Jarvis hadn’t actually lived in the house for three years leading up to his passing.” At that, Tony snorted.

“That explains a lot.” The windows were covered in a gross film that made Tony second guess himself.

“I had the house checked before you arrived. It’s been given the all-clear.”

“Of what? I’m probably breathing in toxic fumes as we speak.” He shook his head, were they really forcing him to live there for the next year?

“I wouldn’t let you stay there if it were dangerous. You’re being overdramatic. Try and relax, or fix the house up. I don’t have time to listen to you whinge.” Pepper said and Tony sighed.

“Fine, I’ll let you get back to helping Banner on my murder trial.” He flicked on the lights and flinched at the sudden brightness.

“Bye Tony.” And then she hung up on him. He shoved the phone back into his pocket and looked around the house. Fix the house up. He shook his head, he could head back into town and see if anyone would do it for him. Or Tony could do it himself. He had vague memories of helping his uncle build up old cars when he was a kid. He had enjoyed being a handy man mechanic at the time. But rebuilding and fixing up an entire house?

But then again, it wasn’t like Tony had anything better to do.

“There must be at least one clean room in this house.” Tony grumbled to himself and then ventured further in, hoping to find a space he could dump his stuff.

When Friday rolled around, Peter had stopped talking to Steve. Steve had promised he’d take Peter to the cemetery but said he couldn’t pull Peter out of school for the funeral. But it was dead quiet at the hardware store where Steve worked, only him and his co-worker, Sam, occupied the place.

“Do you mind if I pop out for a couple hours?” Steve asked and Sam shrugged.

“you going to the funeral?” Sam asked and Steve nodded his head.

“Yeah, Peter made a big deal about it and he was my neighbour.”

“Steve you don’t have to reason with me, just go. I’ll makes sure the place doesn’t burn down while your gone.” Steve smiled and nodded.

“thanks Sam, I’ll see you later.” And then Steve was out the door, climbing into his truck. The funeral had started at two, and according to the clock on the dash it was now two-thirty. He might be able to catch the tail-end of it. Steve hoped no one would mind the old jeans, black t-shirt and blue flannel that he had on. He pulled into the funeral home and noted that there were only two other parked cars.

“Peter had a point.” Steve grumbled as he climbed out of the truck. He slipped inside to the funeral where there were only four other patrons. Steve sat down in the back, a part of him regretted coming in the first place. Three of the four people were unfamiliar to Steve. There was an elderly couple who had probably lived with Jarvis in the old-people’s home. Then there was Doc Strange, who had looked after Jarvis in all the hospital visits over the last few years. And then there was the man up the front.

Steve couldn’t really see him, but from the suit alone he knew the man wasn’t from around here. Jarvis had never mentioned any family. But then again, maybe they weren’t that close. Steve wondered what Peter would think of the man. Probably be relieved to know that at least someone showed up for the funeral. No sooner than two minutes since Steve had sat down was it over.

“I would now ask that everyone leave the room so the family can have a moment.” One of the attendants announced. The man at the front hunched over, was he crying? He looked over his shoulder and surveyed the room, and then his eyes met Steve’s.

Holy shit.

Tony wanted this to be over with. As soon as the funeral was done, he’d go to the town bar for a drink and tell Pepper to send him back home. He turned around in his seat to thank the doctor and the old couple for coming when he saw the man in the back. The guy had let his hair grow too long and it desperately needed a cut. The dirty blonde hair stood out on odd angles. Then there were his clothes, jeans and a flannel? Tony really did need to get the hell out of here.

Steve’s breath was taken away by the man’s face. He was hot, and he seemed arrogant enough to know it. there wasn’t even a hint of sadness on the man’s face. But he had to be family, otherwise why was the attendant ask everyone else to leave? Steve got to his feet and the man turned back to the front, was Steve supposed to say something to the guy? He decided it was better not, and stepped outside. He needed to pick Peter up from school soon anyway.

Tony sat down at the bar, beer in hand and stared at his cell phone. The first three times he’d tried Pepper, she hadn’t answered. He’d texted Bruce on how the case was going and got no response. How was he supposed to get out of here, if no one would answer their damn phone? Tony didn’t want to go back to that nightmare house of his, not tonight. He hadn’t expected the funeral to be so emotionally draining and he felt exhausted. He just wanted to turn off his emotions for a little while. He brought the cheap shitty beer to his mouth and took a swig, wishing for the scotch back home.

“Shut up!” someone yelled across the bar. Tony glanced over and recognised the dirty blonde mop of hair from the funeral. The guy was heavily intoxicated, but in better shape than the drunk he was yelling at. The drunk in question wore a dirty old baseball cap and an oversized shirt that was covered in grease stains.

“Everyone knows it was your fault that she died, did you kill the neighbour too?” baseball cap slurred his words, but they were loud enough to silence the room.

“I said shut up Benny.” Blonde guy snapped and Tony frowned. They needed to calm down.

“is the kid next? I bet he’s next, you’ve never treated him right.” baseball cap laughed, blonde smashed his fist into baseball caps nose.

“Steve!” a bartender cried but it was too late. The two men were on the floor, landings punches and kicks into one another. Tony stepped forward before he could think his decision through. He grabbed the blonde by the back of his shirt and dragged him back.

“Alright buddy you’ve had enough. Walk it off.” Tony told him and he scowled but didn’t argue.

“I hope you know that you won’t get away with this! I’ll be pressing charges and that kid will go to someone better!” baseball cap called after them. Tony walked the blonde outside and noticed the blood on the blonde’s knuckles.

“You alright?” Tony asked and the blonde glared at him.

“Do I look alright?” he snapped and Tony shrugged.

“You look drunk, where’s your kid?”

“At home.”

“you left your kid alone at home?” Tony asked, suddenly feeling a little apprehensive to the blonde.

“Peter, he’s sixteen and his friends were coming over. there’s this girl he likes so I thought I’d give him the house and…” Blonde trailed off and shook his head.

“Teenager.” Tony said and Blonde nodded.

“Yeah, drives me crazy sometimes but I love him.” Tony looked down at the concrete between them.

“Thanks for coming to the funeral today.” Tony said and the guy tensed beside him.

“I’m sorry for your loss.” Tony’s head snapped up at that.

“How’d you know Uncle J?” Tony asked and blonde rose a brow.

“Uncle J?” he shook his head and Tony tilted his own.

“Something funny about that?”

“No it’s just, the Jarvis I knew wouldn’t answer to anything other than Jarvis.”

“Sounds like uncle J.” the night grew silent around them, Tony eyed his left hand where the knuckles had all split open.

“Jarvis was my neighbour.” Steve said at last, remembering that the brunette had originally asked Steve a question. His hands was killing him and he felt incredibly embarrassed for losing his temper. He hoped Benny would forget to lodge a complaint tomorrow, this would blow over. Peter would lose it at Steve if he knew. Steve had spent the whole afternoon in the cemetery with Peter, sitting at Peggy’s grave. Peter had told Steve he had friends coming over and Steve had said he’d stay out, Peter had argued but Steve had wanted a drink.

“You’re the neighbour?” Brunette asked and Steve nodded his head.

“I’m Steve.” He held out his hand and the brunette shook it.

“Tony.” Steve smiled and let his hand drop back to his side.

“Nice to meet you Tony.” His head was starting to pound and Tony’s eyes darted back down to Steve’s swollen and injured hand.

“Well, since we’re neighbours, walk back with me?” Tony asked and Steve nodded his head.

“Yeah, alright.” He glanced at his truck in the parking lot and Tony shook his head.

“Nope, you are in no state to drive and I’ve had one too many. Hand me your keys.” Steve rose a brow but did so.

“I wasn’t going to drive.” Steve told him and Tony nodded.

“Sure you weren’t. so were you close with uncle J?” Steve shook his head and they began to walk back home.

“No, he mostly kept to himself.” Tony nodded his head, there was a light breeze and it was warm. Nice weather for a walk.

“That’s uncle J, even I didn’t know him that well.” Steve nodded and then silence settled around them.

They arrived at Steve’s house and Tony noted that the lights were still on.

“Well, thanks for the walk.” Steve said and Tony nodded his head.

“Well we were going the same way. Put some ice on that hand.” Steve laughed and nodded.

“Yeah, will do, thanks for pulling me off the other guy, I’m not usually that aggressive.” Steve scratched the back of his head and Tony shrugged. He could already tell that, Steve seemed so calm and collected. He didn’t seem like the type of guy that just randomly exploded.

“Anytime.” Tony smiled and Steve nodded. A solid five seconds passed and Steve still didn’t move.

“my keys?” he asked and Tony felt his cheeks flame with embarrassment.

“oh, right, sorry.” He let out a nervous chuckle and dug through his pockets. He found the keys and handed them to Steve and Steve nodded.

“alright well, guess I’ll see you around?” Tony nodded his head.

“Yeah, see you around.” And then Tony headed back to his own personal monster house, suddenly not hating this town as much as he had originally.

#superfamily #superhero #super husbands #stony #stony fic #Steve Rogers #tony stark #peterparker #captain america #Iron Man #spiderman #10000 hours fic

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jemej3m · 5 years

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What Now? p5

Or more correctly titled: twice that andrew asked neil out and it failed miserably, and the one time they managed to get it right.

note: these are just drafts and i will be uploading a proper, easier read onto ao3. enjoy none the less!

Andrew thought it was going smoothly. They were eating across from one another in one of Palmetto’s few elegant restaurants. Neil had managed to wear something other than a tank top and sweats: His jeans were not threadbare, and he wore a sweater over a button-down shirt. His curls cascaded neatly from his head, and Andrew fucking hated everything about the man.

Both had found suitable care for their children for the rest of the evening. Perhaps, if things went truly well, they could return to Andrew’s empty apartment. Kevin was visiting his father for the night.

It seemed a little too ambitious. For all of Neil’s reclusive mannerisms, he was oddly relaxed. It made Andrew somewhat suspicious.

The meal was good. The conversation was comfortable: They shared early memories of Robin and Kevin, tales of snobbish parents, explaining further details of their work.

“Wymack’s child?” Neil had said, startled. “I...hadn’t realised.”

“What of it?” Andrew asked, leaning a little closer and sipping on his gin.

“I’ve had two kids granted scholarships with Palmetto State.” He admitted. “If it weren’t for Wymack’s initiative to take in disadvantaged youth, they’d never be considered. I’m hoping - well, Robin wants to go there.”

“Tell the old fuck to say hi to his kid more often.” Andrew grumbled.

Neil laughed softly, a quick curl of the lips. It was a sound Andrew was becoming incredibly fond of. Fuck, he was turning into a sappy shit, wasn’t he?

Outside, they smoked together, leaning against the hood of Andrew’s Maserati. Andrew’s suspicion had grown when Neil insisted to help pay, but perhaps that was just him defying traditionalism, like the rest of his existence did.

There was only one way to figure it out.

His hair shone in the moonlight whilst the golden hues leaking from the windows of the restaurant curved over his cheekbones and lips. His scars distorted his skin, warped by age and further growth.

Regardless of scars, Neil was, in short: Stunning. The most attractive man Andrew could remember stumbling across. He was the perfect height, the appropriate age, a single, working father who understood trauma and trust issues. And he was here, on a date with Andrew.

What were the chances?

“Can I kiss you?”

Neil looked at him, shock spasming across his face. “Huh?”

Apparently, the chances were zero.

“A kiss, Josten.” Andrew said, flatly. He ignored the disappointment that lurched in his throat. “Must I spell it out for you?”

“I -” He stammered. “I didn’t realise you like me.”

“I hate you.” Andrew: Contradictory as always. He kept his gaze upon the restaurant, refusing to allow Neil to see the tumultuous storm of unwarranted emotion in his eyes. “What did you think this was?”

“Not a date.” He said, weakly. “Didn’t occur to me that someone was willing to look past this.” Andrew saw the gestures out of the corner of his eyes. Neil was talking about his scars.

“Fuck off, and take your pity party with you.” He said, decidedly.

“I still had a nice evening.” Neil offered. “I hope me being a dumbass didn’t ruin it entirely.” He had slid off the hood, grinding the cigarette under his boot. “Uh. I’ll go?”

“Do.” Andrew said flatly. He’d known it was too good to be true.

And then - against all expectations -

(Seriously, why did Andrew bother with expectations surrounding Neil? He had defied every single one of them thus far.)

- Neil leaned in for a quick kiss on the cheek. Andrew whipped his head to look at him as his own face grew warm, unable to stop his body’s reaction.

Neil was even more hopelessly awkward, clutching his car-keys to his chest. “I hope that was okay. Uh. I had a really good time. Sorry I didn’t realise it was a date. Um. Call me?” He grimaced at himself, cheeks as red as his hair. “I’m going to walk away now.”

“Take your time.” Andrew offered, ignoring his own hypocrisy as his heart slammed against his ribcage. “I’m finding this rather amusing.”

Neil scowled. “Oh, fuck off.” With that, he swivelled on his heel and stormed away.

Now, that was a more typical ending to Andrew’s usual dates. He took a drag of his cigarette and let himself smile - just a little - as he remembered the brush of Neil’s lips over his cheek.

“Come out with me again.” Andrew was leant against the plexiglass wall with his arms crossed, sleeves rolled up to his elbows as he watched Neil pack up from practise. Most kids had already vacated: Late, Thursday practises always cleared out quickly. Robin and Kevin were running drills together at the other end of the court.

“What?” Neil was awfully distracted by Andrew’s popped collar, unable to forget Allison’s critical analysis of Neil’s newfound distraction. Not to mention they’d already been on a date - not that Neil had realised. “What do you mean?”

“You’re hopeless.” Andrew shook his head. “I should have known better than to do this.”

“No, wait-” He dragged the stack of cones over, dropping them onto the wooden floorboards when he was stood in front of Andrew. He was much taller than the man when Andrew was slouched against the wall like this. “What did you say? I didn’t hear you.”

“You’re an idiot and a liar.” Andrew offered. “I’d like to run you over.”

“Right.” Neil said, trying not to smile. “Of course.”

“I’m asking you out to dinner.”

“Why?” Neil asked.

Andrew narrowed his eyes. “Are you that thick?”

“I didn’t think you were interested, after how much of a mess last time was.” Oh, fucking fuck, what the fuck was he doing?

“Surprise, surprise.” Andrew muttered, shouldering his way out from between Neil and the wall. “I’ll be at yours at 7. Don’t make me wait. Kevin!” He snapped. “We’re going, hurry up!”

“Come help me pack up, Robin.” Neil urged.

The two kids dragged their feet as they were forced in opposite directions. Neil saluted Andrew in farewell, and was flipped off in response. He laughed, but it hiccupped in his throat. Andrew Minyard had asked him out to dinner - a date. A real date, that he knew was a date. And he’d said yes.

Robin rubbed her eyes as she yawned when they’d finally packed up. “Are we going home now?”

“Yes, honey.” He ruffled her hair. “Do you want to go over to Allison’s tomorrow night?”

“But there isn’t an away game on Saturday?” She yawned again.

“I’ve got a lot of paperwork to do in the office tomorrow night.” Neil lied. It didn’t sit well in his stomach, but he didn’t really want to explain to his daughter why he wanted the house free. He didn’t want to admit to himself why he wanted the house free. “And there will be games played on court, so you can’t practise. I’m sure Laila and Jeremy would love to have you over.”

“Okay.” She hiccuped, skipping ahead.

Neil frantically pulled out his phone.

N: you have to look after robin tomorrow night sorry not sorry

Allie: uh huh.

N: and you need to help me figure out what to wear.

Allie: knew it! i believe in u, u sexy midget

N: um thanks?

The whole arrangement between him and Allison worked swell: Her kids came over for a snack as Allison shuffled him into his bedroom.

“Ass jeans.” She threw a plastic bag at him. “Trust me on this one.”

“How’d you know my size?” He demanded, mystified. When he pulled out the new boxers, he threw them at her with an indignant squawk. “The children are next door to us, Allison.”

“But they won’t be tonight.” She winked, clapping her hands delightedly. “Fuck, I love being a wing-woman.”

“I haven’t seen you in such a good mood - ever.” Neil accused. “How’s Renee.”

“Fuck off and get dressed, Neil.”

Then she’d taken Robin off Neil’s hands ( “Dad, why are you dressed fancy to go to work?” “I’m just testing out some new clothes, honey. Enjoy yourself! Go to sleep early!” ) and Neil was left alone, waiting for Andrew on his front doorstep. The gun-metal grey of the car - a Maserati, as Andrew had previously insisted - was impossible to miss as it turned into Neil’s street.

Andrew had his hand hanging limp out of his window as Neil clambered in.

“Hey.” He said.

“Hey yourself.” Andrew replied, shooting off.

Second date basis, Neil thought to himself. Did the first one even count? Oh, fuck. He was so out of his depth.

“Called it.” Andrew said quietly, as the car pulled to a stop. Neil glanced over at him and Andrew slanted a bored look. “You were too relaxed last time, which made me suspect you hadn’t gotten the clue.”

Neil stuttered out an apology, to which Andrew lifted his chin with his finger.

“Quiet.” He instructed. “Breathe.”

Neil did as he was told. When they got out of the car, he followed Andrew through a parking lot: It was crowded. When Neil saw the orange and white donned fans, he couldn’t stifle his smile.

He was completely overdressed for an Exy game, but Andrew was also dressed to the nines, so it didn’t feel strange. From the boot of his car, Andrew gathered two Palmetto Fox-themed scarves for the both of them.

“Tell anyone I willingles went to an Exy match, and I’ll kill you.” Andrew warned.

Neil just couldn’t stop grinning. “Would anyone believe me?”

The stadium itself was huge: Neil wondered how different his life would have been, should he had participated in collegiate exy. Maybe he would have been able to make a name for himself. Maybe his father would have killed him. They had good seats, in the third row back from the sub benches of the Catamounts. It was an exceptionally tough game: Neil would have been upon the edge of his seat, but watching Andrew was equally as thrilling. He sat back, allowing himself to gaze upon the icy-blonde hair and hazels eyes that shone with each flash of a red goal light.

“Staring.” Andrew commented.

Neil hummed. It was lost under the cacophony of noise as the Foxes scored another point. Robin would have loved to go to a Foxes game, as would Kevin. It was both a shame and a relief that they weren’t here. It meant the flush across Neil’s cheeks wasn’t questioned, nor the way that Andrew risked a hand on Neil’s knee.

After the game - Foxes, winning 7:6 - they ate food stall dinner and walked lazily back to the car beside one another. The drive was just as relaxed, Andrew humming along with Neil’s technical analysis of the game. There were a lot of whole in which he had no idea what happened, too distracted by the man next to him.

“I wonder if our kids think we still hate each other.” Neil mused.

“I do hate you.”

He rolled his eyes. “My mistake.”

The corner of Andrew’s mouth quirked.

They arrived at Neil’s place, Andrew parking to escort Neil to his front door. Neio felt his fingers involuntarily clench into fists as they approached the entrance, knowing it was a crucial moment.

His hand hesitated over the door handle. He turned to Andrew. “Would you like something to drink?”

Andrew rose a single eyebrow.

“Tea, coffee, whisky,” Neil was blushing, but he stood his ground, stepping through the door and propping it open. “Come on. It’s getting cold outside.”

Andrew walked across the premises and the door clicked shut behind him with a dulled sense of finality. Neil guided Andrew through to the kitchen, putting the kettle on for himself.

As Andrew gestured towards the coffee machine, Neil’s phone began to ring in his back pocket. He grimaced apologetically as he put it to his ear, Andrew simply raising a single eyebrow, switching the coffee machine on. “Hello?”

“Neil, thank god.” Allison said, breathless.

“Allison?” His hand stilled. “What is it?”

“Robin’s okay, but she’s been seriously sick. I’ve tried to keep her calm, but she’s super distressed. She needs you. It’s probably just some bug she’s caught, but it’s pretty bad.”

“Shit. Shit. I’m on my way.” He hung up and buried his head in his hands. “Christ alive.” He spins around with a derisive laugh. “I get you into my place, and for what?”

Andrew rose up the other eyebrow. Neil flushed.

“Robin’s sick. I need to go grab her.”

Andrew took his keys from the kitchen bench. “I’ll drive you.”

“What? That’s -” He coughed. “You don’t have to.”

“I wouldn’t trust your car not to spontaneously combust if a fly landed on it.” Andrew said, truthfully. “Come on.”

“The life of single parenting.” Neil grumbled, the anticipation of the evening vanishing with the first words from Allison’s call. “Fine. Let’s go.”

Andrew was at his wits end with this case. It was not heart-warming, nor simplistic. And while he appreciated a challenge, his client had repeatedly created many issues that he would have to divert in order to succeed, and his client still treated him like an asshole, no matter the effort. Justice was a complicated, bitch of a thing.

He got out of the shower, donning sweatpants and a t-shirt. It was evening: Kevin had gone out with Wymack again: This time, Wymack was well enough to fly over to LA to see the Trojans, and Kevin had been practically hopping all morning with excitement. His son’s over-enthusiasm hadn’t helped the headache of a case, either.

He threw himself back onto the couch and pulled out his phone.

Nei(diot)l: date #3, yes or no??

A: yes. when.

N: uh. now? i kinda have chinese food and am at ur door.

Andrew yanked the door open. Neil’s sweatpants hung deliciously low on his hips, the long sleeve covering his scarred torso and arms. In his arms were bags of food. Andrew stepped out of his way, but didn’t miss the way the hair on the back of Neil’s neck rose as Andrew brushed his fingertips across Neil’s lower back.

They ate in comfortable silence on the couch, amongst papers and books. Respectfully, Neil didn’t look. Instead, he asked. “Kev’s upstairs?”

“Away for the weekend.”

Neil hummed.

“Why are you here, Neil?”

He shrugged, stabbing into his chao mien. “I have a six-senth.”

Andrew put his carton down onto the coffee table, uncaring if it ruined transcripts. He, realistically, shouldn’t want to want Neil. Not when work was stressful, and often hitting too close to home. But he wanted Neil. In every way that Neil would give him. He stood in front of the young man and took the chinese food from his grasp, chucking it alongside his own.

“Robin?” Andrew checked.

“Sleeping over with Allison’s children.” Neil murmured, gazing up at Andrew with undeserved awe.

Andrew clambered onto the couch, a knee on either side of Neil’s hips. He grabbed Neil’s hands and pinned them to the couch cushions.

“Can I kiss you: Yes or no?”

“Yes.” Neil said. “Obviously.”

“Shut the fuck up.” He took Neil’s jaw into his hands. Even this close, Andrew was fearful to take the leap. Being a single parent had defined him for so long, it was almost incomprehensible to think of himself as anything else. Kevin and Robin ought to get used to each other. “You’re so fucking annoying.”

“Should I take the food and go?” He suggested.

Andrew kissed him quiet.

ta-daaa!

its sooooo messy but idgaf *shoves it at you* good luck lmao

#andreil #single parent au #dad!andrew #dad!neil #kid!kevin #kid!robin #all for the game #the foxhole court #jem writes

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crimecaro14 · 5 years

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Back to the past

[...] They ran, okay mostly stumbled... but fast! All they wanted was to get as far away from that abandoned village as possible. It's not like Tyrian wouldn't find them but both would apprechiate it if he would take his good time. For the moment he was down so Emerald and Mercury had the chance to run away. "The next village isn't far! If we hold this speed up we should be there in no time!", Emerald panted. "We steal a car and get you to a fucking doctor!" Mercury shook his head. "No need to see a doctor. I'm fine, Em", he tried to sound relaxed but Emerald just gave him a short look, "I'm faster than your robotic ass right now. If you consider this 'fine' then I'm the fucking queen of Remnant." Mercury rose an eyebrow but laughed a little "Aww you worry about me? Cute." "Shut up", Emerald hissed, "we got still some miles ahead of us." And so they kept quiet for those said miles until they reached a small city. "You think they still search for us because of the thing with Heaven?", Merc whispered as they walked along the street. "Doubt that. At least not in public. But if someone still remembers our faces we need to run again", his partner said and looked around, "but it seems like everyone forgot about it already." They made their way through the streets, not without Emerald sparing them some money. She also noticed that Mercury got slower and slower with every step. She stopped, "You sure are okay? We can stay one night here and see a doctor before we get a car." He shook his head, "I don't need a doctor. That's not even a scratch, just my shirt got ripped a bit. That'd be something useful to do; get a new one." Emerald sighed, "I'm on it. You look for a car and i'll get everything we need." A hour later they met again on a parking place. Emerald put three bags into the boot of their new vehicle. "Food, drinks, clothes", she said but Mercury already had his head in the third bag. He pulled out a simple black shirt. As he changed Emerald saw how 'fine' he was. She stopped him before he could ruin the new shirt. "That doesn't look nearly as fine as you called it. I'll cover that up", she determined and pulled out some bandages. To her surprise Mercury didn't spoke up. "And as soon as we reach the next bigger town you'll see a fucking doctor." He sighed, "You're gonna drag me there if I want it or not. But he will say the same like me: it's nothing." Emerlad rolled her eyes and wrapped the fabric around his waist. "There", she said as she was done. She closed the boot lid of the car and took place on the drivers seat. "You're gonna drive?", Mercury asked warily. "Got a problem with that??", she hissed. "Snrt", he shook his head, "nah." He took the passenger seat. After a while he asked "You okay if I sleep a bit?" "Sure", Emerald responded, "we're gonna drive a while." So he put the seat back a bit and closed his eyes. A few hous later Emerald took a little break at a gas station. As she came back Mercury was awake. She hold two cool bottles of water in her hands. "Thirsty? You sure took a good nap", she said. Mercury just nodded and took one of the bottles to nearly empty it in one sip. "Why did you stop?", he asked. "Do you think I don't have to visit a restroom from time to time? You should go too, I won't stop again in two hours for you", she smirked mean. "Yeah yeah", he rolled his eyes and left the car. Meanwhile Emerald put her feet up on the open door and drank a few sips cold water as she watched the street and drove off in her thoughts. 'We'll never escape this...', she sighed. A few minutes later Mercury came back, well... hobbled, one hand on the scratch. As he sat down Emerald saw how pale he was. "Did you see a ghost or what?", she joked. "I'm just not feeling well... guess I should sleep another round if that's okay?", he asked. He asked?! Emerald rose an eyebrow. "Sure... that'd be the best", she looked at him slightly worried. "Don't give me that look, I'm not dying, Em. I'm fine." Just as he finished the sentance he nedded to cough. He took the water and emptied the bottle but it didn't do any good. "Mercury...?", Emeralds voice was filled with concern. He shook his head but kept coughting. A few seconds later he could finally take a deep breath again but was even paler now. His hand went down to the scratch on his stomach and clenched around the shirt that covered it. "Emerald...", he said with a low voice, "...I don't feel so good..." and started to cough again. "Shit", she whispered and pulled up his shirt without asking. The bandages were purple. "Just a scratch you say, it's fine you say, THAT PSYHCO SCORPION POISONED YOU, ASSHOLE!!" Emerald screamed at him. "Oh yeah, you think?", Mercury hissed back, "wouldn't have noticed that without you." She boxed him lightly. "Shut it. I'll get you to a doctor now", she grabbed a bottle of water in the back of the car and pressed it against his chest. "You'll need it." With that Emerald started the motor and drove off the parking spot at high rate. With every mile Emerald got more nervous. Mercury kept coughing for another hour straight until he finally shut up. It didn't calm Emerald but it also didn't drive her crazy anymore. He was asleep at the moment or at least was still breathing with closed eyes. Suddenly he mumbled "What the hell do you want from me now?" and shook his head slightly. "What the...", Emerald thought but kept her attention on the mostly empty road. He kept mumbling stuff, mostly "No, leave me alone" but too quiet for Emerald to hear. Until he nearly screamed "My semblance you asshole!" and gave Emerald such a shock that she swerved to the other side of the street, that luckily was still empty. "OKAY", Emerald shouted and stopped the car on the side as soon as she could. She shook his shoulder softly. "Hey Merc, wake up. No one's here. You're save", she whispered into his ear to calm him down but he didn't react. Again he shook his head and whispered terrified "No, no stay away... leave me alone... dad stop... please stop, it hurts!" He shivered, sweat run down his temple. Emerald looked at him in pure horror. What was he going through right now? She grabbed his hand and spoke a bit louder "Mercury, no one will hurt you, you hear me?! It's only me here and I'll never harm you, wake up!" Of course it didn't work, he just muttered "That's not true, stop it.". Her impule was to slap him that he at least woke up but that'd be the opposite of what she just said. She lifted his shirt and looked at the fabric, wich was even more purple by now. She tapped her fingers nervous on the steering wheel. He needed to see a doctor as soon as possible! With a deep sigh Emerald started the car and drove as fast as she could to the next city. Meanwhile Mercury went through his most hated moments over and over again. He already had nightmares about his farher in the past, things like that he wasn't dead and showed up some day - mostly stupid shit that Mercury could assure to himself that it'll never happen- or just his last day with that man. But right now he went through everything. Every hit, kick, scream, his Semblance getting sucked out of his body, his legs being removed while he was still awake, the screams of his mother while he was still a child. Just everything. He kept mumbling but in his head he was screaming at the top if his lungs. Earlier he could hear a dull voice that said no one would hurt him. He screamed back that this was a lie, not even a second later he went through his Semblance being stolen over and over again. His body couldn't stop to shiver. But then it slowly wore off, he wasn't that cold anymore and calmed down a little bit. Slowly but steady the scenes he saw, the memories he felt faded away until there was nothing. Nothing but black. Did he just die or did the poison wear off? He couldn't see his father so he can't be dead in hell, but Mercurys head sure ached like it. His left hand went up to massage his temple. Slowly he opened his heavy eyes just to blink into a bright neon lamp. "Where the hell am I?", he mumbled. Suddendly a face shot between his and the lamp on the ceiling. And he knew this face. Out of reflex he shot up and screamd "Stay away from me you freak!", he slided back, away from the man who cut off his legs, only to notice that he lay on a steel table like the ones court medics use for corpses. But he noticed too late, he already fell off to the floor. "Tch", he held the back of his head, that hit the floor first. "You wanna knock yourself out again?!", a fimilliar voice screamed at him with a hint of concern in it. He looked up and saw Emerald. She really looked concerned. "You just woke up so don't even think about it!", she scolded. "Who's that?", he asked her, nodded to the Doc, who didn’t say anything. He just stood there and stared at him.. "A Doctor. He helped. And won't tell anyone that we were here." Mercury pulled his heavy body up on the next thing he could get his hands on. As he stood he said with a grim mine "That's the man who cut off my fucking legs", he explained and left the room. Or at least tried to. Emerald rushed to catch him just in time. "This man did WHAT?!", she was shocked. "You heard me. So let go off me that I can leave before I kill this asshole!" Emerald sighed but just nodded and left the rooms with Mercury. She kept silent until they reached the car. As soon as both of them took place in it she said "I'm sorry. I couldn't know... it was the nearest Doctor who was... especially secretive about his patients." Mercury sighed too, he calmed down on their way to the car. "How did you find him?", he asked. "I saw one of little Miss Malachites spiders in town and asked. Didn't want you to die so I straight up went there and he helped without hesitation." Mercury nodded, "Did you leave us alone?", he asked. "No. I watched every movement of him. He did nothing that hadn't to do with the poison", Emerald explained. Mercury nodded again and said quietly "Thanks Em... I owe you one." She smiled at him. "I hope I won't need it." He laughed, "Yeah me too. Let's keep going before Tyrian tracks us too soon." Emerald started the motor, "Before we do that", she took his hand, "you know you can talk to me if that... stuff you mumbled about comes up again, right? Didn't sound too well." "Doubt that I will", he replied. "Know that, just wanted to let you know." He smirked at her "Thanks Emerlad", and slightly kissed her cheek. She laughed and pushed him jokingly away, "Don't get too cocky, Merc." With that she released the breaks and drove onto the street to leave this city for good.

#Mercury Black #emerald sustrai #Mercury x Emerald #emercury #rwby

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amnachil · 5 years

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The College Society Chapter 2 Part 6

I hope you’ll like it ! Two part left for chapter 2 !

Liam holidays from Thursday December 20 to Sunday January 6

Rachel Strucker picked Liam up on Wednesday evening and they went back home in three hours. They passed thursday together. To be honest, he stayed shut off in their house the whole time. He had a bad reputation in the town, since 12th grade. He feared to meet some old classmate... The only one who paid him a visit was Raphaël, his childhood friend. On Friday, they eventually went to the court. Liam got an hard time to wake up this particular morning. (More than usual, yes it's possible). When he saw his father Isaac, he felt the anger seize him. I need to keep cool. Mom tell me to be as calm as possible. Thankfully, his sister Chloe was here too and she calmed him. She had her own testimony to do, and by her expression, he knew she wasn't happy about it.

"The judge want to hear your daughter first." explained Isaac's lawyer, a man called Mr. Meyers. "Then your son."

And so the chestnut lad had to wait. He sat alone in the hallway and stared at the trash can in front of him. I wonder how it would look with somes kicks... Wait, what's wrong with me ? Eventually, Chloe came out and he went in.

The judge smiled cheerfully. She was apparently the only one glad to be there.

"Liam I presume ? Have a sit please. Both lawyers will ask you some questions, and you have to answer with honesty, is that ok for you ?"

He nodded. (He felt a bit disappointed, he wanted to swear on the bible like in TV series). (And could he play with the gavel ?). At first, Rachel's lawyer asked him several question about his childhood. He described the life with his mother, and emphazised that she was always there for him. Then, Mr. Meyers started his own questioning.

"Tell me young man, is that true you were at the hospital only two days ago ?"

Why is he asking this ? It's Isaac's fault.

"Yes I was." he answered conscientiously.

"Can you tell us what happened ?"

"I did a panic attack and some hypoglicemia. But it was because my dad..."

"A panic attack." cuted Mr. Meyers. "Isn't it the same thing you did when your ex-boyfriend almost died ?"

Liam shuddered. Don't talk about this. He tried to say something, but the lawyer continued :

"Tell me if I'm wrong but you did many others panic attack when his family sued you ? Often with urges of violence right ?"

The boy saw red. He didn't want to hear it. Please, shut up. Please.

"It's a dismissed case !" stepped in his mother. "He didn't do anything wrong !"

"But it's relevant." insisted Mr. Meyers. "I mean according to the psychiatrist he saw back then, Liam had been suffering from several panic attacks and he had anger issues. He might even still be violent as far as I know ! And eveything happened while he were under your custody Mrs. Strucker !"

"Because Isaac left me alone !"

"Is it your excuse for everything Ma'am ? Your son almost killed someone else, and it's on you. We can't let his siblings turn the same, can we ?"

Liam tried his best. He wanted to stay calm, as his mother asked him to. But memories were haunting him. He heard screams, rain and thunder. He thought about aliens, mutants, ogre. Things were passing before his eyes. Suddenly he stood up, half crying, half enraged.

"Shut up !" he yelled. "Let me alone !"

A deep silent followed. They all looked at him with chock. I screwed up. Liam, why are you such a pathetic and idiotic piece of shit ? He sat back, holding his tears. He just ruined his mother's chances.

"This is speaking for itself." concluded Mr. Meyers. "Your honor, it's your call now."

One week per year. It's all she got. And Isaac sued her for incompetence. He asked money. They were going to court in january again. And the judge advised the young lad to see a psychologist. Honestly, Liam couldn't even say it was the worst day of his life. He had known worst. He had felt even more miserable. But he never hated himself this much. These holidays started to look like the highway to hell.

At start, he expected to spend christmas with his mother. But this one asked him some space, because she needed to think. And another person who's blaming me... And she has all the right to. Eventually, he crashed Nate's home. His bestfriend welcomed him just before the Christmas Eve dinner.

"Dude, you know I'll always be there or you." he assured when they entered his room.

"Thank you. Maybe you're the only one who cares now."

"That's not true." lectured his bestfriend. "Your mother loves you. Your siblings love you too. Don't say thing like that. And now come, my parents are waiting us for the dinner."

Almost one entire week went just like this. Nate did his best to cheer him up, but Liam was extremely depressed. New Year was coming, and he still felt as crappy as before. Eventually, the New's Year Eve party Nate was supposed to attend came.

"Dude, I decided you will come with me." he stated. "Leave this couch and get ready."

"Is it necessary ?"

Liam didn't want to make a party. He was fine in his bed, warn and comfy. Nobody bothered him for an entire week, it was like a miracle, wasn't it ? But Nate dragged him out of bed.

"Yeah, it's really important. You can't stay hidden under this blanket forever."

Eventually, the chestnut lad stood up and yawned. (Why can't he exactly ? This blanket had everything he ever asked for).

"I know you don't want to do anything for now, but you need to realise there ain't only bad things in the world." stated Nate. "And first, be lucky to have such a good metabolism."

"What do you mean ?"

"You're so ripped even if you did nothing for the last two week. Okay, you lost your abs, but you're still so muscled."

"Thanks I guess ?"

Nate was short and rather tubby at the moment. Even before he had started college, he had had some vacations gains, but after four months of parties... Well, he had quite the beerbelly now. Nothing too fat, just a round, soft tummy. Besisdes, he had always liked stuff himself freely, without a thought for the consequences. I think he's the lucky one to be so little self-conscious.

"Liam, are you gonna stare at me like this forever ?"

"Sorry, I just get out of touch."

"No problem, I'm used to it. Get dressed now, we have to go."

The party took place near to Nate's college. They drove for two hours to get there, but the short boy assured it would be nice. Honestly, during the trip, Liam started to feel better. After one entire week cloistered in a little room, everything seemed brighter. The clouds looked like living things. The snow was so yummy (yeah, he tasted the snow, just don't ask). And Nate good mood made him happy. They arrived in the evening, and went inside. There was already a lot of people, mainly dancing. Some were drinking. I'm not a big fan of party but... Liam had fun. Thanks to his bestfriend, he had way more fun than he had thought. They won some game of beerbong. They stuffed themselves greedily. The chestnut lad forgot about his family's problem for once.

Around 2am, they started to slow down. They talked a bit, cosily ensconsed in a corner of the hall. Liam was rubbing his belly with diligence. It had been a long time since the last time I overdid it like this. The feeling of fullness was satisfying. Next to him, Nate's belly had significantly rounded up, bloated with all those beer he had chugged and food he had consumed. They were both positively stuffed.

"Oh dude." sighed the short one. "Dare tell me it wasn't... burp... fun."

"It was. Thanks you."

Nate belched again, a bit louder.

"I though I would meet Gwendoline ?" asked Liam. "She isn't here ?"

"She's. Over there I think." replied Nate. "But it appeared... burp... she didn't like me being... what did she said ? Ah yeah, a fatty. So I told her we were stopping, even the sex. I'm not complaining tho. She can't accept my body, she can't be with me."

"Well said bro."

They remained silent for a bit. Liam had always admired his friend's confidence. Short, chubby, whatever he could be, he always liked himself. I can't say the same.

"What about ya ?" asked suddenly Nate. "I think Damian is hitting on you. He seems nice."

"He's. But I think he just wants to be my friend you know ?"

"Why would he ? I mean, why would he decide to be friend with a perfect stranger, just like that ?"

"Because he's nice ?"

Liam really thought that way. Dami wasn't making a move or anything. Friend, we're friend.

"You're a lost cause." mumbled Nate.

After the party, Liam started to be his old self again. (Yes, the Liam dreamy and simple-minded). During the end of the holidays, he often had his head in the clouds, thinking about his own world. Gwendoline wasn't a fairy, as Nate and him discovered, but a young witch. As for Theo, he still needed a solution before he decided to eat Nick. About him, the two bestfriend had a long conversation. Liam learnt his roommate had a scolarship because he was a genius back in highschool, who finished the 12th grade's syllabus two month before the end of the year. It explained some mysteries. Anyway, the chestnut lad visited his siblings two day before the beginning of the exams. Then he realised he had exams. So he went back to the campus as fast as possible, and asked Nick to save his ass.

Rebecca holidays from Thursday December 20 to Sunday January 6

Two hours. His parents shouted for two hours. Needless to say, Bob was enjoying this. It was his idea after all. Rebecca stayed quiet. She lowered her eyes and waited the end. Finally, they decided several change she disliked. First of all, his father would come monthly at the university to keep a close eye on her. Like if I needed this. Secondly, she had to bring them back good grades for the january's exams, or she would be grounded. I'm 19, and they think they can punish me. Where is the logic ? Lastly, Bob had now the right to control her phone and her computer. Anything he would evaluate distracting would be removed. What the actual fuck ? This idea is the worst they ever had. Honestly, Rebecca wanted to contest, but she hadn't the guts. She knew it would lead to some reals problems soon, but... I'll negociate with Bob once we'll be back at the university. For now, let's fake to agree.

Christmas came and went. She met her family's relative with mixed feelings. She hadn't much close cousins to speak to. And she wasn't celebrating with feast or anything else. It was very simple. She never stopped to train. Bob was watching her every day. Eventually, one day, after an especially hard race, he said :

"Good time girl. You're back in action. I'm glad Emilio warned me about this Nick."

"Wait. What ?"

"Your boyfriend told me the boy was disturbing you. I wrote him a letter to tell him to back off. He must have received it by now."

You must be kidding me ? Fuck it. This asshole.

"You can relax Rebbie." assured Bob. "If this young man continue to bother you, I'm going to have a little chat with him."

"It won't be necessary." she quickly replied.

"Oh girl you're too nice. That's why people are mean with you. This guy is a bad influence we need to get rid of."

Oh yes, I'm really naive. But not about Nick. It was true, she had noticed the geek's figure getting chubbier. She knew he was hiding a little belly under his loose jacket. And yes, he was consuming junkfood, drinking beer and playing videogames. But she never felt influenced by him. I've been influenced by this fucking hunter Emilio. God I hate him. But she couldn't speak about this with Bob. His trainer wouldn't understand. He would blame her. So she remained quiet, and hoped Nick wouldn't be too mad about the letter...

December was finally over. She celebrated the New Year's Eve with her family. She hadn't many friends from highschool, and she didn't want to go back to the university. For all that, on the first day of january, she met an old classmate while she was doing the groceries. The girl, Ollie, greeted her cheerfully, and they talked about their own respective college.

"I'm also surprised by the freedom of the people." said this one during the conversation. "I mean, I can literally have sex with everyone, and just leave them the next day. In highschool, people called me slut when I did that."

Yeah, that kinda was your reputation. Ollie was well-known to be open-minded. And thigh-opened too. Nonetheless, even if Rebecca didn't like the principle, she was interested. Accroding to her research, Ollie was a hunter.

"Ain't people hating you afterwards ?" she asked.

"Sometimes, but when there are three thousands dudes in the campus, it's not really a problem. And they know what they signed for."

"And if a guy become overly attached ? I mean emotionally attached to you ?"

"It doesn't matter." assured Ollie. "I'm kind of... a collector anyway. I date at least three men in the same time, so I'm sure to have one everynight."

Holy shit. That's why I call a whore. But if a girl like Ollie was able to do it, Rebecca could have sex with one guy, one time, couldn't she ? Now that I think about it, it's impressive she managed to go to community college. Anyway, their little talk caused the young woman to make a choice. She would tell to Matthew she was ready. And she would get rid of Emilio.

To be continued

No Damian’s POV today, but don’t worry, he’ll come first next week ! We have to see what he has done during his holidays :)

Our poor Liam, things are getting worst each week... But at least there are Nate and food to comfort him right ? He did said he likes to be stuffed ;)

Rebecca has her own problems to deal with. Will she be able to end things with Emilio this time ?

#the college society #cs #Liam #Rebecca #Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey #stuffing #Nate is cool #overeating at parties is fun #too many problems at once #brace yourself Liam !!#chapter 2 #part 6

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