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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Divergent - All Media Types
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Eric/Four | Tobias Eaton
Characters: Eric (Divergent), Four | Tobias Eaton
Additional Tags: Fluff, Four is Pure, Eric likes teasing him, minor injury
Summary:
A request I got from Tumblr;
Eric's interest in Four started from the moment they took the Jump. Four and he have a rivalry where neither of them quiet understand where they land with each other, but Eric knows where he wants to go with it. When Four gets hurt; he takes his chance.
Hiya! Are you currently taking any requests for (divergent) four x eric ?
Hi!
It has been a while since I have written anything from Divergent, but I’d be happy to write something for you! Did you have something specific in mind for your request?
Fandom: Young Avengers
Drabble–
Character focus: Tommy Shephard and Noh-Varr
Summary: Tommy suffers from nightmares, and Noh-Varr comforts him. Based on a roleplay.
Authors note: My own personal idea of Tommy’s life.
It wasn’t uncommon that Tommy woke up from night terrors, however, it wasn’t common for him to wake up with a cool rag against his fevered skin and a calm hush from the alien who roomed across the hall from him. Green eyes took a moment to concentrate, a instinctual flinging of his arm to try and shove the body away from him.
“Thomas.” Noh-Varr said firmly grabbing both the younger males wrists, holding him in place. He blinked rapidly, turning his head to evaluate the room. His room; at the manner. The flight ready panic seeped out of his eyes, replaced by a tired dread. The cool rag returned to his cheek, wiping his face and moving to the back of his neck.
“You can stop.” He mumbled, pulling his wrists away from Noh-Varrs grip.
The Kree didn’t respond, merely continued to cool the fevered speedster. Tommy too tired to object, even when the man refreshed the rag and returned to wipe down his back and chest.
“You want to tell me about it?” Noh-Varr questioned once he was satisfied with Tommy's temperature. No doubt he was using the cube matrix to monitor his vitals again.
“Just… my time imprisoned.” He mumbled.
“By the mother?” Noh-Varr questioned. Tommy shook his head.
“No, Juvie…” He amended, tone pinched.
“You never speak of it, though I’m guessing it has a lot to do with your frequent anxiety spikes during your REM cycle.” Noh-Varr quipped, Tommy scoffed.
“A bit… I guess.”
They were silent again for a while. Tommy staring at his window and the flickering light out in the yard. Noh-Varr waited patiently; he’d asked before with no response so he was pleasantly surprised when Tommy crossed his legs and sighed out a response.
“Well…” He glanced back to Noh-Varr hesitantly before resuming his gaze out the window. “I lost control of my powers… super shitty week…”
“I woke up like normal, my mom screaming at me to get up. I got dressed and rushed down the stairs too quickly, which made her even angrier. She didn’t like that I was a mutant; always reminded me to act like a human, not a freak…” He let out a long shaky breath before continuing. “She was arguing with my dad on the phone for a while, she wanted me to live with him, said she couldn’t handle me anymore. To hyperactive, bad student, bad son, can’t do anything right…”
Quiet filled the room again. Noh-Varr was silent, certain that even breathing to loudly would be cause enough for Tommy to stop.
“At school I was dealing with this guy… Fuckin’ Martin Reyes. He hated me for some reason- I don’t know maybe I flirted with his girl or something, but he wouldn’t leave me alone. Always picking fights. He liked to remind me too how much of a fuck up I was, to rile me up, you know? So we got into it, and he slammed my head into the locker as a teacher comes up to stop it. Some how… its my fault. So I end up in the principles office, soon enough, its me, Reyes, three teachers and my mom on conference call all screaming at me. Reyes smirks at me, cause he knows, he fucking knows I’m the screw up. So… I tried to leave. I ran. But I ran to hard… to fast. I couldn’t stop, I blasted through the school and I couldn’t stop. I vibrated so hard, and slammed into the gym so fast that it just all kind of….”
“Accidentally vaporized…” Noh-Varr summarized. He remembered them reading Tommy’s file. He flinched, remembering the sarcastic tone the others- that “He” had used.
“My mom blamed me… before I’d even seen her again, she blamed me. She turned me over to the cops, explained that I was a freak, a fuck up, a mutant… Murderer.” Tommys breath caught and he rubbed his eyes furiously with his palm. “She signed me over, said she never wanted to see me again.”
“And this gives you the terrors?” He asked hesitantly, arching an eyebrows.
“No!” Tommy snapped. “They’re apart of them… I mean… fuck its stupid, never mind.”
The kree caught Tommy’s arm before he could make his escape from his tangled sheets, urging him to sit back down.
“Please, continue…”
Tommy glared for a moment, a long silence filling the air before he continued.
“The juvenile detention center only held me for a week… then the scientists got set up. Put power dampeners on me and… They treated me like a lab rat! Thats what the dreams are, needles and prodding and being shocked… beaten.” The boy gave a full body shudder. Noh-Varr noted his temperature dropping rather suddenly, he looked pale and clammy. “She stopped by once… to drop off my paper works. I begged her to take me home… She didn’t care.”
Noh-Varr scooted closer, pulling the younger human close and holding him against his chest. Tommy looked torn between bolting or bursting into tears; He settled for the mid ground and landed his head on Noh-Varrs head with a soft thump. They stayed like this for a long while. Noh-Varr feared that the human had fallen asleep against him when Tommy began to squirm.
“Alright bug, enough of this wanny boo-hoo shit. Let go.” Tommy grumbled, pulling away. His face was red with embarrassment. “Everything said night is private.”
“Absolutely. I will not share it with anyone.” Noh-Varr assured him. “But Thomas… you are not a monster. You know that right? Your brother, our team… Even The Scarlett witch… we are your family now. We may not be a normal one… or biologically sound; but we are a suitable replacement prehaps.”
Tommy rolled his eyes and flopped backwards.
“You are cliche and gross, roach.”
He smiled at the speedster. “You insult me as a form of endearment when you are pressed to personally.”
“Bite me.”
“Mark a spot.”
Tommys face colored a brilliant red. He remembered the last time they’d had this threat. Noh-Varr hadn’t been gentle either, there was a bite mark shapped bruise on the pale white of Tommys ass for a week.
“I hate you.”
“You are a liar.”
Noh-Varr leaned over him, kissing him gently on the forehead. Tommy made a face and stared up at him, prehaps it was to much for one night. He was ready to pull away and retreat to his own room, but Tommys hand hooked around the back of his neck, pulling him down for a gentle kiss. An invitation to stay for a little while.The Kree shifted so he could lay on his side next to him; Tommy allowed the kiss to break, leaning his head on the man’s chest.
“You gotta stop sneaking into my room. Its creepy.” Tommy remarked.
Fandom: Homestuck
Drabble-- Dancer AU
Character focus: Kankri Latula Mituna
Summary: Mituna is distracted by Kankri’s ass and Latula is feeling warm and fuzzy over their boyfriend trying to include their hobbies into his own.
Authors note:Siggy posted a lot of Dancer AU stuff, and I always head cannoned the three being rather cute skating together.
Mituna rolled lazily behind Latula as they cruised the park on their skate boards. It was nearing sundown, so the park was basked in an amber light. Perfect for some lazy smooching or cuddling in the grass; but they were waiting for the third member of their little party to show up. He was still surprised that Kankri had agreed to be a part of their little polymorous experiment, not that he was complaining. He’d grown up down the street from the serious man, and maybe when they were teenagers he’d thought about banging him, but they usually ended up arguing too quickly for him to put any moves on him. Latula had brought them together; a complete three way of radical hotness.
“Where are we suppose to meet up with Kanny?” Mituna asked, his lisp drawing out his words in a slur.
“He said he’d meet us by the half pipe.” Latula explained, peddling with her left foot.
“Its gonna be a pain walking back to the car!” He complained loudly. “Think he’d ride with me if I held him titanic style?”
“Heh, not likely babe.” She laughed, glancing back at him. “He said he’d be fine meeting us there. We can ride slow so he can keep up.”
Mituna blew a raspberry and followed her into the ramped skate park. There was no sign of the red sweater he was so use to; so he decided to ride into the pipe. They were only waiting a little while before Latula spotted Kankri.
“Wooh! Hey good lookin’!” She teased.
Mituna looked up and felt his eyebrows arch up. Kankri was wearing roller blades, coasting towards them as though he road all the time. Mituna wasn’t a big fan of rollerblades, but fucking hell the made the dancers legs look great. Kankri slowed down, cocking his hip to the side and resting his hand there.
“I’m sorry I’m late, I had to stop by my parents to get these, and you know how that goes.” He explained.
“Holy fuck, when did you learn to skate?” Mituna blurted.
Kankri rolled his eyes, pushing forward a little bit and doing a small loop around Mituna.
“When I was little we’d go ice skating with Granny Rosa… Roller blading wasn’t too hard to pick up after that.” He explained. “You always complain I walk to slow, so I thought… maybe, since I don’t particularly enjoy skate boarding, I’d just find another way to keep up.”
Kankri was trying to kill his dick; Mituna decided, watching the other man turn around to address Latula about the date they’d planned for the three of them. Kankri was wearing black pants, which hugged his dance toned legs. He’d forgone the sweater in favor of a simple long sleeved shirt, red as always.
He gave Latula a small kiss and looked over at Mituna and gave him a small shy smile. The smile he always got when he didn’t want to ask for something, but he really wanted too. MItuna stepped forward and yanked him in for a kiss, getting a small squeak of surprise. Mituna couldn’t help but snicker.
“Hey in your blades we’re the same height.” He teased.
“Shut up.” Kankri scoffed, kissing him once more before pulling away, face red. Public displays were still hard for him. “Come on, I’d like to practice a little more…”
Latula grinned, watching her boys skate off down the pipe, Kankri on his blades and Mituna his board. She had never expected her more nerdy little lover to ever try adapting to their hobbies as well; it was endearing. She could tell Mituna appreciated it, or at least what the blades were doing for Kankris ass, making it nice and perky; the blonds eyes seemed to be glued to the dark haired mans back side.
She smiled as Kankri rolled around, not quiet brave enough to try any of the obstacles, but he glided over the inclines and worked on some weaving while Mituna road the pipe line.
Fandom: RWBY
Drabble
Character focus: Fox & Team CFVY
Summary: Some fluffy Team CFVY reacting to Fox’s Blindness.
Authors note:I head cannon Fox being blind due to a lot of the behavior he shows in the series. I was contemplating how his team would react to it, so I wrote this.
Fox hid his weaknesses well.
His teammates had only caught on after working with him for over a month. Velvet had seen his text books, covered with black bumps rather than text, watched him trail his fingers over them as he read. Coco had noticed how he tilted his head when listening to them, how his hand always came out to touch the small of her back when they stopped, so he could avoid running into her. Yatsuhashi noticed when Fox had led them out of a dark warehouse with more certainty than any of them had on where their feet were landing.
It was almost like no one else noticed, if they did, they didn’t care. Fox knew where to center his eyes when talking to someone and how to get away with moving his hand briefly over objects to realize what they were talking about. He was quiet, didn’t answer a lot of questions, always listening.
“How long have you been blind?” Coco blurted out as they sat around a fire on one of their missions. Fox had paused, his hand pausing between his mouth and dinner plate before slowly, deliberately finishing his bite.
“Since birth.” He answered evenly.
“Why don’t you ever mention it?” She demanded. “Do you know how much of an ass I feel like now? How many times have I asked you “Oh Fox, how is my hair? Does this look good?” and you just nodded at me!? I could be rocking a major cowlick and not even know!”
Fox scoffed, a smile briefly touching his scarred lips. “That’s because you weren’t asking my opinion, you wanted conformation. I gave it to you.”
“Still, we’re your team.” Velvet said gently. “You could have told us.”
“You would have treated me different.” Fox said flatly.
“Why would we do that?” Coco scoffed.
“How would we of treated you differently?” Yatsuhashi asked, crossing his arms.
“Coddled me, protected me when it was unnecessary. We’ve worked together long enough to know each other’s weaknesses, and work around them. That would have taken to long otherwise.” Fox sighed, shaking his head.
His team continued to argue it, but he’d clearly surpassed his word limit for the day because he yawned and set his empty plate next to Coco’s, slipping down into his sleeping bag.
“Fox…” Velvet knelt down by him, petting the copper colored hair out of his face. He didn’t shy away from the touch, but his milky eyes shifted a bit, as though looking at her but she couldn’t be certain. He waited a moment for her to finish her sentence before sighing, reaching up to squeeze her hand. He knew she was trying to tell him that they would only be protective because he was on their team. Not because he was blind. All four of them were protective.
Fandom: Homestuck
Fanfic Prt 1 of ?
Character focus: Strider Family
Summary: Bro and D have been dating for a while. Bro decides he’s ready for their little families to get together and meet. The Lalonde boys are a little more hesitant than the gung-ho Striders.
Authors note: Non-Related Alpha Bro and Dirk with Bro and Dave. I might continue this, its pretty cute.
“Hey babe.”
D looked up just in time to get a kiss on the lips from Bro, who smirked at the shorter blonds scowl. He was at work and trying to look professional, which was difficult with his boyfriend popping in to steal kisses whenever he liked. Bro was in the props department, he helped with sets and making specialized items like dolls or puppets for certain scenes and show types.
“We still on for tonight?” Bro asked, arching an eyebrow at him.
“I told you, I don’t have a sitter for my kid.” D reminded him with a sigh. “I told you yesterday…”
“When was that?” The older man frowned.
“Between you trying to get me out of my pants, and me insisting I had to go back to the set.” D reminded him with an amused smirk.
“Was that before or after I got punched for making you moan like a-“
Bro didn’t get to finish that sentence, D had him by the short hairs, yanking his head down into a kiss, biting his lip in a warning.
“So, no date?” Bro repeated. “When are you gonna let me meet this brat anyway?”
“I don’t know…” D sighed and set the stack of scripts on the side table near his chair. “I just don’t want to spring this on him, he’s only five and very clingy.”
“Come on D… we’ve been together for two years… I think its time you met Dave and I met Dirk… how we ever gonna move in together if we don’t know each others brats?” Bro asked.
D was quiet for a moment, his pale face burning a little red.
“You… want me to move in with you?” He asked softly, watching as Bro paused himself. It was rare to see Derrick Strider flustered, but D was enjoying the show.
“Well… yeah.” He grumbled. “Its been two fucking years, and I sleep at your place a lot…”
D kissed him again, patting his cheek. “Lets get to know our boys, and then we’ll discuss it…”
“How about tomorrow? Dave and I can drop by your place and we can have pizza.” Bro suggested.
D thought about it and nodded. Dirk would be more comfortable if they met on familiar territory. His kid brother had issues with strangers, he was use to moving around with D on his movie assignments and director work, and he always got awkward when new people tried to get close to him or his brother. He would cling to his brother and cry if they annoyed him to much.
“Look, I have to go get Dirk, and finish my work.” D sighed, ignoring the way Bro’s hands pulled at his hips. Lips found his neck and a possessive whine came out of Bro.
“We’ll see each other tomorrow!” D scolded, trying to pull away from him. “Time to be a responsible adult, and not a clingy boyfriend.”
“Why not both?” Bro grinned.
“Oh go away you leech!” He smacked the man with the stack of papers from the side table. Bro grumbled and stole one last kiss before he let him go. “I’ll see you tomorrow… I’ll text you a time.”
“Alright, I’ll see you later babe…” Bro agreed.
D watched him go and rolled his eyes.
It’d been a little over two years since they were together if he was being honest. They hadn’t had the most, typical of relationships. Really, Bro had been a booty call for a year before they started dating. Every time he was in Texas, Bro would be in his hotel room before he’d even checked in with the studio. They’d met a month after D had gotten custody of Dirk, and he was stressed out of his mind. Being a Director and taking care of baby was hard. A couple drinks at the main actors birthday party had quickly led to Bro and D hooking up in a dressing room.
Flustered, the twenty-four year old had acted like it was a onetime thing! No way Daniel Lalonde was hooking up with a god damn prop crew member! It’d happened again though, a few weeks later, then again when he returned to town a month after that. Finally, Bro had gotten tired of it and asked him on a real date. Naturally he turned him down a few more times, until Bro cheated and forced him to agree to date him.
“This man will be the end of me.” D groaned as he packed up to head home.
x-x-x-x-x
Bro woke up to the sound of glass shattering in the kitchen. Lurching out of bed he jumped over the coffee table and barreled into the kitchen. Dave was on the counter, looking at the floor with wide eyes, and a look that could only read as “Oh shit.”
“Don’t move little man.” Bro ordered, grabbing a broom and sweeping what appeared to be the remains of a bowl into a pile, sweeping them up and tossing them in the trash. Looking up, Dave had already retrieved two more bowls and was waiting for Bro to be done.
“Morning!” The smaller blond chirped. “I was gonna make cereal, but my hands slipped…”
“Kid what have I told you about climbing on shit?” Bro asked, scooping the kid up under his arm like a bag of potatoes and grabbing the bowls to transport them to the table. Dave laughed and squirmed in his arms.
“You said I can so long as I don’t break my neck!” He argued as Bro retrieved the milk and Captian Crunch.
“Is your neck broken?” Bro asked, lifting Dave up from under his arm by the feet. “Lets check.”
He wiggled the four year old, getting a squeal of laughter from him. Chuckling the older man set Dave in his seat.
“Did I pass?” Dave asked, standing on the chair so he could pour his own cereal.
“Yeah, I guess you’re not in trouble, but the breaking of that bowl means that you got to be more careful. Next time go for the plastic one… or wake me up.” Bro decided.
“Mmkay…” Dave leaned down watching as Bro poured the milk in his cereal, holding his hand up suddenly to signal that was enough.
“Geez, way to start my day with a scare though.” Bro grumbled, sitting down across the table. “Whats up with that man?”
“Don’t be a whimp, it was just a bowl.” The four year old mumbled around a mouth full of cereal. Bro let out a bark of a laugh.
“Told off by a four year old. Ouch.” He chuckled glancing up at the clock.
{9:13am}
Four hours until he and Dave would go meet D and Dirk. Why was he nervous? It was a five year old, and kids loved him. Dave was pretty good at making friends, so it would be no sweat right? D had been super stand offish, and a little stuck up if Bro was being honest, but he was a good guy once you got past that particular façade.
“Hey… lil man, I want you to go pick out something nice looking. We’re going some where today.” Bro informed him.
Dave made a face.
“Do I have to? Last time you said that we went to that wedding and it was booooorrrrrrrrriiiing.” Dave complained.
“Yes you have too, yah shit head. We’re going to meet my boyfriend today.” Bro scoffed.
Daves eyes widened, his breakfast now forgotten as he stood up on the chair again.
“You mean that guy on your phone? The one that makes funny movies?” He asked excitedly. “That’s so cool!”
“Heh, yup, and you’re going to meet and hang out with his little bro too.”
Dave jumped off the chair, nearly slipping in his little white socks as he absconded to his room, most likely to get dressed. Dave was pretty adventurous, he liked meeting new people provided he didn’t have to stand still too long.
“FINISH YOUR FOOD!” Bro yelled, chuckling at the enthusiasm. He’d been talking about D for a while, so he was surprised that Dave would be pumped to meet him.
By the time Dave reappeared he was ready to go, though Bro could tell from where he was sitting the kids shoes were on the wrong feet and his hair was sticking up in the back, not that a four year old really gave a rats ass about his hair. Bro just shook his head and let him finish eating, they’d hit the mirror after eating.
He rinsed his bowl out and tended to his own morning routine while Dave ate. He took a quick shower and dried his hair with a towel, listening for any sign that Dave was into more trouble. Judging by the loud, off key singing of the Hamtaro opening, he was well occupied. Bro finished dressing and carried a comb out into the living room with him. Dave had lost his shoes and was standing on the futon, bouncing up in down with Lil Cal to the unnecessarily chipper anime opening. Fuck his kid was cute. And the bastard new it, he had the audacity to smile like he didn’t know Bro was going to have to squish the little bastard.
Bro flopped down and dragged him close, crushing him in a hug until Dave squeaked and squirmed to get away, chuckling as the tiny child tried to pry his arms away from him with his legs.
“Alright, alright, settle down and let me fix that birds nest.” Bro chuckled, helping him sit up right. Dave took a minute to settle down, wanting to horse around still, but Bro finally managed to get him on a knee with Lil Cal and brush the messy blond hair into something presentable.
“Can we go yet?” Dave asked, looking over his shoulder.
“If we leave now, we’ll be early.” Bro pointed out. Dave huffed, looking at the clock. He’d always been really good with his numbers, and Bro could see his little fingers ticking away as he counted.
“Okay, then can we leave in twenny-one minutes?” He asked, making Bro smirk.
“Twenty-one minutes?”
“Twenny-one.” Dave confirmed.
“Alright deal. Twen-Tee-one minutes.”
Dave looked back at the tv, if he caught onto the correction he wasn’t letting on. Bro chuckled, geez he’d raised a little shit hadn’t he?
x-x-x-x
D pulled open the door and smiled at the Striders on his door step, letting them in out of wind. He wasn’t surprised that Dave was rocking pointy shades, just like Bro’s. If Bro had albinism, it made sense Dave would too, something their families had in common. Dave stared at him, his little face a little scrunched up as he tried to figure out what to think of the older man.
“Hey babe, sorry we’re a little late. Someone passed out during Hamtaro.” Bro admitted, glancing at his watch, it was only ten minutes, but still.
“I tried to wake him up.” Dave said with a grin.
“Hey now, you’re the one who snoozed!” Bro gauffed at his brothers pass. D laughed and knelt down to look at Dave better.
“Hi Dave, my names D. Its nice to meet you.” He said, shaking the little blonds hand.
“I know who you are! Bro’s got pictures of you on his phone. “ Dave informed him, stuffing his hands into his little sweater.
Bro looked over D’s knelt form and spotted Dirk. He had his aviators stuck up in his hair, orange eyes watching them from the end of the hall. He stepped around them and heard D make a concerned noise. Dirk tensed up as Bro approached, narrowing his little eyes at the man.
“Yoh, you must be Dirk. My names Bro, D’s told me a lot about-“
Bro yelped as the blond swung his leg, kicking him hard in the shin before turning and bolting up the stairs.
“Yup, that’s how I thought that’d go.” D sighed behind him.
Fandom: Divergent
Drabble
Character focus: Eric and Four
Summary: Four has made a new name for himself, with a tough persona that no one can see through. No One except Eric, who just loves those lingering Stiff quirts.
Authors note: Did I mention how shameless of a shipper I am? Cause... its bad guys... I ship the worst things.
“How did you do that?”
Theres something oddly innocent about the confusion on Four’s face as he looks at the twisted cherry stem between Erics fingers. He’d been showing off to a couple of the dauntless girls, tying knots on the stems without even finishing the cherry. He should of known that the Stiff wouldn’t understand what it was suppose to mean.
“I used my tongue.” Eric replied, smirking at him. Four might have been a better fighter than him, but he was still an abnegation born.
“Only his tongue.” One of the girls chimed in with a flirtatious smile.
Four frowned, his dark eyebrows furrowing as he rolled his eyes and went back to his own dinner. Eric didn’t miss the way he eye’d the cherries set near the deserts. Sliding down away from the girls, Eric picked one up out of the bowl, and though he didn’t turn his head, he knew Four was watching him twist his tongue around the bright red berry before pulling it into his mouth. Eric used his teeth to pin part of the stem and circled it with his tongue. Four slowly turned to look at him, trying to look unimpressed. As Eric pulled the tied cherry out of his mouth, he watched the dark blues widen slightly.
“You’re pretty good at that… Why not just eat the cherries?” Four asked.
“Cause it’s a challenge… You try…” The older initiate held up one of the cherries to the pale lips of his rival. Four narrowed his eyes, not trusting Eric. He took it with his fingers before slipping the fruit into his mouth.
“You should eat the berry first… easier that way.” Eric suggested, watching the others face. Fours fingers were still next to his lips which were pursed slightly as he maneuvered the stem in his mouth. Eric could see the frustration mounting in his expression the longer he attempted to tie the stem.
“This is stupid.” Four decided suddenly, spitting the stem into a napkin. “Whats the purpose of tying stems anyway.”
“Its suppose to show how good you are with your tongue.” Eric explained, watching his eyebrows arch in confusion. Eric leaned in close to his ear, not missing the way Four tensed up when he got close to him. “Come on Stiff… I’m sure you remember how it felt to have my tongue on your-“
Four shoved him away, face flushing red as he got up and walked away. Eric couldn’t help, but laugh loudly at the stiffs reaction. Slowly getting up to follow the brunette, he picked up the bowl of cherries. This would be fun.
Fandom: Young Avengers
Drabble
Character focus: Tommy
Summary: Tommy and the gang are all at the mall having a normal kids day out, when they run into Tommy’s mom. The group reminds him that hes got more support than he use to.
Authors note: My personal feelings with how Tommy behaves is that his mother was verbally abusive. So this is how I view a run in going between them.
Tommy never expected to see her. Not here, not with his friends. He felt his throat constrict, a pit forming right in the middle of his stomach. They made eye contact, and for a moment he almost thought; maybe she missed him. Maybe she came looking for him; but she looked to scared. To surprised. She didn’t know he lived in this city.
Slowly he broke off from the group, walking towards her. She had time to run if she wanted. Time to leave and not face him.
“Mom-“
“What do you want.” She interrupted. “Did you follow me here?”
“No… I… I was just visiting friends, I didn’t know you-“
“Then why are you bothering me? I thought you were-“ Her voice died in her throat.
Locked up. Far away from you. Somewhere I can’t embarrass you anymore. Tommy finished for her, stepping back.
“Hey! Tommy, we’re going to grab pizza…” Billy was suddenly at his side, his hand on his shoulder.
“I’ll be right there…” He promised.
“You seemed distressed.” Noh’Varr, typical he had to blurt stupid shit out like that. “Is this woman causing you duress?”
“Me causing him distress?” Mrs. Shepherd blanched.
“Oh! I get it…“ Billy said, voice running dry. “Come on Tommy, our Mom wouldn’t want you around her.”
Tommy felt like he was drowning. What were they doing?
“Your mom?” Billy had her attention.
“This is my brother…” Tommy explained. “We’re twins… turns out I was never actually yours anyway.”
She looked like she’d been smacked. Something she rebuked and held over his head for years, was suddenly taken away from her. She wasn’t his mother. She’d abandoned him, but she wasn’t his mother.
“I want pizza.” America complained from behind them. “Drop the ancient bitchory and lets go. I will eat your slice Tom-boy.”
“The hell you will!” Just like that, they pulled him away from the toxin.
— Hello! First post on this blog, so I figured I should title it with the sentence that runs through my head just before I start writing a new fan fiction idea.
