Gotta say, I'm surprised and incredibly happy with how much y'all seemed to enjoy the first chapter! Don't know what I was so nervous about lol.
Right, as promised, chapter 2, and more soon to follow!
It would take some time after breakfast was already made and eaten before Frank felt ready to leave on their ill-fated grocery trip, continuously finding excuses to delay in little busywork around the house. Some cleaning here, reorganizing shelves of books, and gee I'm sure I must've left the oven on!
It couldn't be put off forever though. Eventually, he knew, Eddie would come back from his business, and Frank had to know before then. There'd be no leaving the house under the watchful eye of their beloved husband, no avoiding his questions when he spoke in that sweet, caring tone of voice. Frank loved the man, in part because of how deeply cherished he made them feel in return. It'd be cruel to hide the truth from him (if truth's what it was) and let him continue to think his lover was merely sick. Getting dressed for the day (he'd not be seen outside in PJs!) they donned a mask as well- for posterity's sake, and in case he really was contagious after all. Better safe than sorry.
After all of that, and with the heavy weight of finality in their chest, Frank stepped out through back door of the house and made his way towards Howdy's shop.
They knew by now that Eddie would've come and gone from there, likely voicing his concerns over Frank's current health to the resident shopkeep. Oh well, if Howdy gave him lip for being outside while sick, they had no trouble telling him to stuff it.
He was busy stocking shelves when Frank came in, hardly pausing when he saw them but still offering a chuckle. "Mornin' Frank, you look like shit." It was a friendly tradition between the two by now, and normally Frank would've responded with a roast of his own. But they had little energy for such things at the moment, his mind too tangled up in fears and what-if worries to try for an insult. Luckily, the bug did seem to get the message, and Frank could quickly slip unseen past the corner and into the pharmacy aisle.
There they were, the dreaded purple boxes. The thing that would soon decide his fate. Frank thought briefly about why their town's store would stock this many- there were only a few womb-havers here, and even fewer who'd realistically ever put the thing to use. Still, suppose they were there just in case. Just gotta grab one, they thought. Grab and b-
Buy it. Frank would need to buy the thing from Howdy. The idea had seemed doable in the abstract, but now that they were here...he couldn't do it. Having to look him in the eye, face his questions, try to make jokes...Frank swallowed hard, fighting the rising lump of bile. But he couldn't just walk out without it!
Glancing around quickly, they pressed himself close to the shelf, silently praying forgiveness for what he was about to do. A box was torn open at its seal, the contents swiftly stuffed into the waistline of their pants, and the empty shell stuffed behind the others as discreetly as he could manage.
His heart was racing with nervous excitement. They'd never stolen anything before. Should he just walk out like this? No no, surely that's too suspicious. Grabbing a bottle of cold medicine as pretense for being in that aisle, Frank walked through the rest of the shop as casually as he could manage, even as their mind screamed at each passing second.
Bunch of bananas (on sale!)
A loaf of bread.
Some cheese.
Four things was enough, right? Just a normal quick trip to the store, nothing weird with that. Nothing strange, he'd done nothing wrong.
The caterpillar had long since finished up restocking when Frank approached his counter, the normal indescribable level of snark in his eyes as he watched them. "All set?" he said, taking a look in the basket. "Not much today, eh?"
Frank let out a noise meant to be non-commital and bored, but ended up sounding more like they were suffering from stomach pain. Still, it worked somehow, earning little more than a raised eyebrow from the taller. "Yeesh, you do look terrible," he said, all teasing aside for a second as he spoke in genuine concern. "Tell ya what, I won't ask for a joke this time- tell me a fact. Know you're good for that, won't be hard on your noggin."
Oh if only you knew, Frank thought miserably, how hard everything is for me right now.
He racked their brain for a moment, trying to think of a fact he'd not told Howdy before. They'd told him plenty, it was after all the scientist's favorite activity. But for as many as had been told, Frank knew at least a dozen more.
"D-did you know that butterflies can't fly...if their body temperature is below 80 degrees?"
They tried to let his mind fall into the familiar rhythm of infodumping.
"Or no, wait, i-it was 65 I think. The uhh...the mucles don't..."
It didn't work.
Howdy seemed to mull over what Frank was saying, a comedically exaggerated look of concentration across his features. Frank had always hated that, how he and Barbie never seemed to take anything seriously even though there was plenty of serious stuff in their lives. What they hated even more though, was what happened next.
"So what if it's warmer than that? Does that mean more flight?"
Frank's heart sank. Oh no. He's got follow-up questions. On any other day they would've relished the chance to share more information. Now though, it felt like agony, the clock still ticking and ticking fast. "I think..." he started, but their mind was drawing blanks, stuck like a broken record on the singular thought of Oh God get me the fuck out of here. "I..."
Just then, sounds of the shop's only doors jangling open rang out from behind them, along with the cheerful-if-monotone call of "hello my lovely neighbors!"
Wally. Wally, the beautiful, darling little demon. Frank could almost have hugged the man if they weren't still pretending(?) to be sick. If anything at all could convince Howdy to take focus off of the grey, it would be the appearance of his boyfriend.
And sure enough, he did, a hand gently shoving Frank back with their groceries as the bug locked lips and eyes with his little man. Frank made a noise of pretended offense at this, though truth be told they were overjoyed for an opportunity to seize. "I'll take my leave since you two are clearly busy," he said, earning quick looks of embarassment (mostly from Wally.) Heart still racing and with a carefully measured step to avoid jostling free their secret "purchase", Frank walked through the door and headed home, praying they'd get there before Eddie did.
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Writing Patterns
Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!
I was tagged by @lessons-from-moths and how fun! I would love to see @logicheartsoul and @intobarbarians try this if they feel they have the time <3
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Experimentation, Yu Yu hakusho (E)
"Someone upstairs was laughing at him."
2. In These Few Months, Yu Yu Hakusho (M)
"Kuwabara pressed a compress to his face, sighing as he eased the pounding in his head. "
3. 365 Days In The Sun, Yu Yu Hakusho (M)
“ "I don’t think we can get him undressed." ”
4. Sunshine, Foreign Flowers, And Grain, Yu Yu Hakusho (M)
"It started with something as innocuous as a conversation."
5. Count to Ten, Yu Yu Hakusho, (M)
" “Do you plan to stand out here and sulk all night?” Kuwabara whispered as he approached the balcony, his comforter wrapped around him. "
6. Friends In Every Universe Yu Yu hakusho, (M)
"The ground shook around them as the building moaned and breathed, stones rolling as the earth slowly tried to pull itself apart from below."
7. Sour Grapes, One Piece (T)
" She'd been intrigued by the names of the grapes the merchant had been selling. "
8. Under The Covers, Yu Yu Hakusho, (E)
"Yusuke Urameshi, at seventeen years old, with his lips warmed from an unexpected kiss, and his hand in Keiko’s, thinks he finally understands his place in the world."
9. A Second Chance To Say, Yu Yu Hakusho, (M)
"In Genkai’s old shrine, redecorated since it had come under new ownership years, and years ago, a group of people gathered outside an old bedroom, waiting for news."
10. You Should Be Happy, Lupint the Third, (M)
"Jigen propped his legs up on the coffee table and reclined into the hotel couch."
Patterns:
I tend to do short punchy sentences. I just jump in with my boots on, as it were. Some sentences are longer, but I think it's all about mood. If we are moving into a high pace moment, or something with more emotion, the sentence seems to be longer. But if we're gonna meander, or take a little bit of time to get to the plot, i try to set you up. Get cozy. Sit for a bit. We'll be here awhile ;3. I think i try to start with grabbing the reader, but it's not as consistent as I thought. More casual. Very interesting!
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