Thomas McGregor many character quirks, possibly from being alone for so long and not having parents or perhaps he'd always been strange. He deems them as repulsive but Bea finds them endearing and loves him all the more because of them. Sometimes, Bea knows Thomas better than he knows himself.
This is a story about a boy who's always been alone and unloved and has had to take care of everything himself and a girl with a heart too big for the world who's greatest pleasure is looking after others.
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18 Apr 2018
22 Sep 2017
The static of a police scanner was a normal sound that filled the silence in DT's garage each day. There had once been music that blasted through the speakers, but when Officer Brian O' Conner finally found his way home, Jessie rigged the scanner to the speakers instead.
"You don't need any backup there do you O' Conner?" Another cop had asked with a chuckle.
"Shut it Jameson, you probably couldn't figure out how to release the parking brake to be available for backup."
"On second thought, Jameson I could use some backup, these moms are getting handsy." He said in a quiet voice.
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14 Apr 2018
16 Mar 2018
The guy who Brian had turned down was gone and Brian wasn't anywhere to be seen. Leon scanned the bar again and saw the guy's friends, sitting around their table and laughing. They were passing around a bottle of beer and running their hands over the top like they were practicing something.
Leon remembered how insistent that guy was that Brian drink what he’d bought him. He kept moving the bottle closer and closer to Brian…
That was it, he was getting Dom.
Rome knows the car, has seen it floating around the house and changing hands between Letty, Dom, and Mia with knowing glances and flirty smirks and he abso-fucking-lutely does not want to know what it represents after he walks into the house one day to find Brian blissed out on the couch in just his boxer briefs with that little toy car tucked into the waistband. Nuh-uh. Toy car can remain a damned mystery for all eternity, thank you very much, and now he knocks when he comes over. Loudly.
11 Apr 2018
“How-” Clint gasps out a breath as Steve latches on to where Clint’s neck meets his shoulder, biting down and worrying at the skin, sucking hard enough Clint knows he’ll have a bruise later. Steve hums in question, encouraging Clint to continue.
Steve goes still, and pulls back to be able to see Clint’s face. “How many what?”
“Stripes. I don’t mind taking them, I know I earned them, but I’d like to know how many I’m in for. It makes it easier to handle.”
Steve’s face does something complicated, and Clint can’t figure out what the expression is.
“I’m not going to hit you, Clint.” Steve’s tone is so offended, Clint’s tempted to apologize.
“But...you said punishment.”
Steve nods, and uses his free hand to cup Clint’s face.
“That doesn’t mean I’m going to hit you, Clint.” Steve pauses, considering. “You have had punishments that didn’t involve getting hit, right?”
- Part 6 of Cap Sandwich 'verse