Dec 18, 2019
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A Single Brain Cell Verse - Instagrams
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"You're never going to get me to wear that!" Pairing of your choice xD
“You’re never going to get me to wear that!“
The Becket brothers looked askance at one another, and Chuck got the distinct impression that he’d just signed his own damnation into effect. Holding up both hands to ward them off, he took a full step back to place some distance between them, and held his ground. “There’s absolutely not a single damn thing that you could offer me that would make it even remotely worthwhile,” he assured them, just in case they were getting any extravagant ideas.
When they both failed to respond, simply pulling out their phones and beginning to text, Chuck did his best not to squirm - and covertly sneak a peak - and ended up failing miserably and dropping his head to their shoulders to read, eyes going wider and wider as they progressed.
Swallowing thickly, he had to reach down and adjust himself; he could readily admit, he might have been a tad hasty in his declaration, but he couldn’t risk looking too eager after all - best to just see who caved first and enjoy the ride.
Because @phoenix-angel-suyari dared me to. And inspired by this compilation on youtube. (And then jotted down in like 10 minutes)
Yancy’s palms are sweating. He tries to wipe them off on his jeans but the action does nothing but jangle the nerves already rattling around his gut. He ducks his head, hands wringing together as he takes two steps to the left, then to the right, deliberately not looking at the two men sitting on the couch. He plays the words over in his mind for maybe the twenty thousandth time. Chews on his lips as they try to form them against his will. Starts when a hand lands on his arm.
“Yance, hey,” Yancy’s head jerks to the side, takes in Raleigh where the kid’s leaning forward, “it’s okay. Seriously. Just,” his brother gestures back to where Chuck looking between them and gnawing at his lip, “whatever you need to tell us, we can take it, okay? It can’t be that bad.”
And, okay, maybe prefacing this little meeting with “I have something I need to tell you. Tell both of you,” hadn’t been the best choice of words. Yancy swallows, glances over at Chuck, back to his brother, and nods jerkily, a tendon cracking in his neck. Raleigh smiles in a way that Yancy thinks might be meant to be reassuring and leans back, the hand that’d just comforted Yancy seeking out Chuck’s fingers. He can see the kid’s knuckles going white. Lets out a noisy breath.
“I, uh--” he gulps down air, tries again. “I—we—I mean, I—”
He growls in frustration at himself, turning and pacing away from the couch again. It’s two words. Two stupid, simple words. He’s said thousands—if not millions—of the damn things in his life. It shouldn’t be this fucking hard.
“Yancy?”
“I—”
He turns on his heel, looks both of them in the eye. Can see the love, the fear, the worry all mixing in both of them. Can see how Chuck is still crushing Raleigh’s fingers and how he’s started bouncing his leg in that way he always denies. Swallows. Breathes in through his nose. He can do this. Two simple, easy words.
“I’m—”
The words get stuck again, lodged against some kind of wall in his throat, in his mind. He feels bile trying to crawl up his throat, his hands splaying flat over his belly. He could swear he feels a phantom warmth there, something just a little bit…more.
No. He can’t do this. Can’t say it. So he swallows again, swallows the words, and,
“We’re going to be dads.”
The words miss their mark. He can tell as soon as he says them. Both Chuck and Raleigh’s brows furrow.
“Wait, what?” Chuck’s the one to speak up this time. “Is this your way of telling us you went out and—”
“No!” Yancy’s surprised by the vehemence in his voice. Almost laughs at the absurdity of it all. “No, I mean we’re going to be dads.”
Both of them look at him, confusion still etched in their faces, before both of their gazes track down to where his hands are still clasped over his belly. The lightbulb flickers behind Chuck’s eyes maybe a quarter second before Raleigh’s, his eyes widening almost comically.
“Are you fuckin’ kiddin—” Chuck starts, but is cut off by Raleigh letting out a joyous cry—more like a scream, really—and practically launching himself at Yancy. Yancy stumbles back a half step, his arms winding themselves about Raleigh’s waist as the kid tries to crush his ribcage.
“Oh my god! Really?”
Yancy nods against his brother’s neck. Looks over at Chuck where the kid’s still gaping at him, opens his mouth to say something, but Raleigh’s moving, in the way, and then there’s a pair of warm lips pressed against his own. He hums into the kiss. It’s intense, passionate, filled with so much more than words could ever possibly say, and Yancy feels the weight that’d been dragging at his guts all afternoon fall away. When his eyes drift back open (when had he closed them?), it’s just in time to see Chuck standing beside them, hands raised almost tentatively.
“We’re—” he seems to choke on his words this time, blinking rapidly, fingers moving as if itching to reach forward, “we’re gonna be dads?”
Yancy nods. Can feel Raleigh’s smile where the kid presses a kiss into his neck.
“We’re gonna be dads, Chuckles!”
“We’re going to be dads,” Yancy affirms, one of the arms he has around Raleigh reaching out and snagging Chuck’s hand, dragging him forward. Meets him with a kiss that Chuck returns with double the fervor Yancy gives him.
“M’ sorry I thought—”
“S’okay,” it’s Yancy’s turn to smile, presses an open-mouthed kiss to Chuck’s cheek. “I didn’t exactly give you a whole lot of reference. Also, uh, there’s more.”
He doesn’t give them time to react to that before he blurts out,
“Twins.”
He’s pretty sure the volume of the response to that is going to give him permanent hearing loss or something.
For "first sentence + next five" prompt: "Though they'd only been gone a week, his lovers' scents were already fading from the sheets."
“Though they’d only been gone a week, his lovers’ scents were already fading from the sheets.”
Chuck rolled over with a groan, burying his face in the pillows, trying to draw out the last of it. He’d known it was hopeless before he’d attempted it, but the small light of desire fueled hope refused to let him get through the day without at least trying. Well, there was nothing for it; he was going to have to face the bleeding day like a functional body. If Yancy and Raleigh didn’t make it back soon though, he couldn’t be held accountable for any actions taken on his account, private, public, or otherwise. Christ, he hated publicity tours.
Where are our Kingsman!aus&Xovers???
PacRim Headcanons
Chanceigh without Becketcest.
Chanceigh without Becketcest.
Chanceigh without Becketcest.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the OUnbreakable, Chapter 5
Epic fights, deep and abiding embarrassment, Rangers being clueless, a surprise kiss, and the cover of Rolling Stone.
Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Pacific Rim (2013) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Author Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Raleigh Becket/Yancy Becket/Chuck Hansen
Chapter 3 is up.
It's more character development and situation establishment, because I can't just push them into an improbably relationship without trying to give it some kind of background.
Just me probably over-writing stuff again.