#flony

[hipsofsteel]

16 with Lupe and Marco!

#16 on my Spotify Wrapped: Stay by Steve Grand Spotify / Youtube / Genius Lyrics

(The ask being referred to)

Hello, I see this request is for Lupe and Marco, I added some FloNY on the side, hope you don't mind!

It was a get-together for the originally Spanish states. Which really just meant the Southwest, Florida, and all their plus ones.

Still, Marco appreciated in his own way being included as a part of the group. Arizona was bickering with Nevada over something. New Mexico was over visiting with Colorado and California. Roberto looked tipsy already, and Marco managed a lopsided grin, wondering how much prodding it would take to push him over the edge into being their drunk entertainment. Carson probably wouldn't mind. And it wasn't like Alejandra was paying attention to her brother, she and his sister Marisol had already snuck off somewhere quiet.

But before he could put his plans in motion, Lupe dropped down next to him under the shade tree he'd chosen, a bottle of beer in each hand.

"Thirsty?"

"Maybe." Marco popped open the bottle and took a sniff. "Where'd you get this?"

"It reads Deschutes on the label. Where do ya think I got it?"

Ah. Marco looked towards the grill, where Lupe had stationed her boyfriend. Chris was flipping burgers and humming to himself.

"I still don't get you and him." Marco said. "You could do better."

"I can. And I've decided that I don't want too." Lupe popped open her own beer and tilted half of it back in one go. Marco rolled his eyes, and then turned back to look towards Roberto, waiting for his opportunity to cause chaos.

"I noticed you didn't bring a plus one." Lupe says as she lowers the bottle down. "Trouble in paradise?"

Marco frowns, and Lupe pauses, and then her tone changes.

"God, Marco, what did you and him fight about now?"

Marco took a swig from the bottle before answering. "He wants me to go to Europe. To meet Lars."

"And?"

"And why the fuck should I need approval from any European prat?! It's not like I need Antonio's approval to fuck him!" Lupe stares at Marco, and he turns away as she takes a deep breath. "And don't preach at me. I get it enough."

"Marco." Lupe says, tired. "He isn't getting Lars' damn approval. Lars is important to him, for some damn inexplicable reason. He wants Lars to see you're important to him."

"Funny way of showing it." Marco takes another swig, and Lupe sighs.

"You know how Chris showed me that I was one of the most important people in his life?"

"I assume it involves a bedroom and a lot of straight people nonsense."

"Rude, and incorrect." Lupe looks over towards Chris. "He showed me the places and the people most important to him. And I don't mean Beverly and Adam, I already knew them plenty. I mean the graves of the people who raised him. I mean the reservations. He wanted me to see what had made him who he was."

"And what, you think Jan's trying to do something like that?"

"Lars shaped him more than you think. There's a reason he looks like a slightly wonky photocopy of the bastard." Lupe sighed, looking out over the gathering. "New York cares about you. Both of you get real cagey about it, but the rest of us aren't idiots. He wants to take you to Europe to show you that you ain't a fling to him."

Marco's quiet.

"You have to give him a little trust, Marco. Yeah, he's slept around in the past and played the part of the player. But he hasn't done that shit since you and him went steady. He's trying to show you whatcha mean to him. Let him, even if it's weird to you. It'll make him happy."

And with that, she tilts back the rest of her beer, and then, using the bottle, gestures to Roberto.

"Now... how many beers do we think we need to sneak past Carson to embarrass Berto?"

Marco paused, and then let a conspiratorial grin come over his face. "How much whiskey you got in your hipflask?"

"Enough." She says, grinning.

"Good. We're gonna need it."

[fourleggedof]

Lacey managed to be our little airbnb guardian

- FLONY in Santa Barbara, April ‘17

[hipsofsteel]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

State Scenes Collection

Chapter Twelve Elijah notices things about his brother as they fight in the Civil War. Things he refuses to voice aloud. Canon divergent to established backstories. Featuring New Jersey, New York, Florida, Michigan, Rhode Island, and Massachusetts. Relationship: Florida/New York (FloNY)

Florida belongs to @bottot, Rhode Island and Massachusetts belong to @zapphi, New Jersey, New York, and Michigan belong to me.

[hipsofsteel]

hmmmmmm for the prompt ask thingy, flony with "how dare you"???

Okay, so I know this is supposed to be a summary thing rather than like, a scene, but whoops, my hands slipped

how dare you (APH Florida/APH New York)

Marco and Jan Kees have a one sided argument over pizza.

Marco was just sitting down with his little pizza out of the oven when Jan Kees came back to the apartment, setting down his briefcase, and muttering out a few curses towards someone (probably Elijah, from the sound of Jan’s exasperation). Marco waves from the dining room, and then turns towards his food. He and Jan have a policy that if Jan’s not back by six, Marco’s eating without him, and it’s nearly six thirty already.

However, he’s hardly two bites into the aforementioned pizza when he hears Jan speak.

“What the hell are you eating?”

Marco glances up at him, and then shrugs. “Pizza. Bought it out of the freezer at the corner store.”

“That-” Jan says with certainty in his voice. “-is not pizza.”

Marco rolls his eyes. He knows exactly what this is about. “Listen, Jan, just because it’s not New York style doesn’t mean it isn’t pizza-”

“How dare you bring this monstrosity called ‘deep dish’ into my home.”

Jan’s still offended, but its hard to take him seriously when they’re arguing over pizza. Marco admits it, he snorts.

“Alright, if you want to debate what legally defines pizza, I’ll leave that up to you and Jean Baptiste.”

“Illinois knows nothing about pizza, and besides, you’re eating it in my house!” 

Marco looks up and Jan still looks so serious, and he bursts into laughter. Jan’s frown twitches at the corner, and Marco can’t help it, he doubles over again.

“You look so fucking ridiculous, Yank!” He manages through tears, and slowly, Jan’s frown starts to fade slightly. Marco manages to get up, and hands him his phone.

“Alright, if you’ve got such a problem with it, order in some real pizza. But you’re paying.”

Jan rolls his eyes, but the Floridian pops up on his toes and kisses the much taller New Yorker (really, who let this man be 5′11?), and that’s the end of that.

“Alright, Florida Man, just get that horror out of my sight.”

Marco laughs. “With pleasure.”

Jan steps into the living room to order pizza, and Marco quickly finishes off the rest of the personal sized deep dish. When Jan returns, he notes the empty plate.

“You tossed it, right?”

Marco smiles coyly while patting his stomach, and Jan groans. “What am I going to do with you?”

Marco laughs again, and this time, Jan breaks into a smile as well, even though he’s still trying not too. “Seriously, what am I going to do with you?!”

They’re still laughing when the delivery man finally brings them their pizza, New York style this time.

[bottot]

i believe im dragging @hipsofsteel into a new state ship hell oops

[nataliewhiteforequalrights]

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[riverflowsthroughit]

The friends I’ve made (and as seen in the Four Legged of New York blog and facebook page)

- June ‘16

[fourleggedof]

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- outside SF, June ‘16