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Way past Valentine’s Day by this point, but still wanted to get these done. Loosely based them off of the Greek words for love
Hanson: Okay, I’m going to get the wedding cake. Penhall: Perfect, while you do that I’ll check on the ring bear. Hanson: ... Hanson: You mean ring bearER, right? Penhall: ... Hanson: Look me in the eyes and tell me you are not going to bring a dangerous wild animal to our wedding.
So! I wrote a little Tom Hanson/Doug Penhall fic for your (and my own) entertainment! Read and enjoy if you’re a brave soul! :3
Based on my favorite scene from 21 Jump Street episode 3.7, "The Dragon and the Angel" (yes, THAT scene if you know what I’m talking about)
read on ao3
I sharpen my own pencils
"I'm sorry", Doug sighs. "I mean, I can't believe I blew a hole in your ass!"
"Forget it! It was a mistake", Tom snaps, wishing Doug a happy little trip to hell.
"Hey, Tom...", the sighing continues. "If I could kiss it and make it feel better... You know. I would. You gotta believe me", says Doug and smiles so sweetly like he isn't the biggest asshole in the world.
Asshole.
Yeah, real funny.
It's one of those times where Tom doesn't get Doug at all. It's infuriating.
"Believe you? Believe what, that you're a fucking clown?", he wants to say.
"Stop acting like you're Mother Theresa, I don't want your help!", he wants to say.
"Fuck you, Penhall!", he wants to say and throw at Doug those fucking sharpened pencils. Maybe they would gouge his eyes.
("Do you really mean it?", he wants to ask.)
("Then do it", he wants to-)
"But I'm really sorry!", Doug goes on and on and on. "If I could do anything for you-"
Tom flashes him one of his best fake smiles.
"Thanks. I'll let you know".
Maybe now he finally will be left alone.
As if.
No, Doug takes it as a call to action. It's really starting to get on Tom's nerves. He watches the clock ticking and wonders how soon he's gonna lose it.
"Do you need something?"
No.
"Something, anything! I could bring you coffee! Falafel? Peanut butter?"
No, he doesn't want anything, especially peanut butter.
"How was that chili I made you yesterday?"
Fine. It was fine. The chili was fine.
"Here's your daisies!"
Flowers, really?...
"Look, I cleaned up your desk!"
Thanks, no one asked you to.
"I asked them to move our desks closer so you wouldn't strain your voice calling for me!"
What the?... Well this is just weird.
"Do you want a compliment or something, pal?", Tom wants to lash out at Doug. "What if I bit you on your buttcheek and made it feel worse?"
He stays quiet though - after all, it's what he does best. Doug is such a pain in the ass sometimes. Literally.
Tom winces.
Goddammit, it still hurts.
And then Doug gives Tom that stupid fucking doughnut pillow. "What a wonderful and thoughtful present", Tom thinks, mercilessly throwing the pillow somewhere deep into his closet.
He doesn't tell anyone he tried to sit on that pillow.
He doesn't tell anyone how comfortable it felt.
He doesn't think about it.
"Hey Penhall", he says some time after when they're drinking at Doug's. "Did you really mean it?"
"Mean what?", asks Doug, chewing on a piece of pizza.
"Uhm. You know. Kiss it."
"Kiss what?"
"Kiss. It."
Doug frowns.
"It? I don't... What do you mean by that?"
Tom groans.
"Kiss. My ass."
"Wow Hanson, tell me what you really think!"
"No”, Tom rolls his eyes. "When you shot me. In the ass. Did you really mean it?... You know. Kiss it and make it feel better."
Doug grins like a Cheshire cat.
"Aww Tommy, so you did think about it! Here you go", he says and kisses him on the cheek.
Tom makes a face and pretends to wipe the kiss off like dirt. What he doesn't tell Doug is that deep down he really, really... Well, he would really like to be kissed on that other particular cheek too.
You know.
To make it feel better.
Quick messy sketch of Penson and Ingrid. Really need to draw these two more often XD
Hanson, to Penhall: "When you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible."
Been wanting to do this meme for awhile now. Wasn't sure who else to put in the last few spaces, so I included Penson and Ingrid.
Hanson: I'm angry! You're risking a student's life.
Penhall: I assume those are two separate points.