A!A: I'm tentatively posting this, and I say tentatively for many reasons. Mainly because I'm worried about my writing: it's not my best work and I really wanted to give you guys something great for this prompt, because I love some good, sexy angst. I'll let everyone be the judge of that, though, I suppose. Thanks to OP for the prompt! <3
Kink: Oral, Rough sex, Age (kinda?), Angst, Infidelity... Possibly more?
12:37 pm, Wednesday. Diner should get busy in a moment or so, kids’ll get out of class for lunch.
Wait, was that the day? Wednesday already?
Herman glances over his shoulder, squinting under the fluorescents to study the calendar behind his desk. Yup, Wednesday—he knew because tomorrow he had to go see the Doc about Freddie. The first Thursday of every month; ‘a check-up’ is what he told the other Officers.
He exhales deeply, staring at the circled date on the calendar as he taps his cleanly cut nails against the porcelain of his coffee cup. He wonders if Freddie will be at the diner with that girl—Doc’s kid. What was it, 4 months ago, that Herman finally squeezed the truth out of his son?
I love her, Dad. She’s great… She makes me feel…
Happy. Something Freddie hasn’t been in years. Good start.
“Hey, John?” Herman pushes up from his desk, downing the last of his cold coffee and lifting the cup to his fellow Officer. “I’ll take the diner today—you want a refill?”
Kendall shrugs dismissively, barely looking over his shoulder before he’s turning back to his terminal. “Whatever’s left over.”
It isn’t that long of a walk before Herman’s entering the diner at a lazed pace, brushing past a giggling young couple who don’t have enough time away from one another to notice the Vault Officer they bump into on their way out.
That kind of stuff—lovesick teenagers, that is—usually makes Herman question what his son and the Doc’s kid do… alone. Would she even…? He’s heard rumors about John Kendall’s girl, geez, but nothing about Kate—that was her name, right?
When Herman thinks of the Doc’s kid, he thinks of James: good, kind… good. Good girls like that usually stay that way… till’ marriage.
Sounds like Pepper.
Herman snorts under his breath, thinking on a time when he was desperate like Freddie. When he loved girls so much it burned him and kept his body humming like jumper cables—he always needed to be on his feet, chasing Pepper, making her laugh and blush; anything to see that little spread of rose along a collarbone, beneath the teeth of a subtly unzipped vault-suit collar…
He wonders now, as he stands at the coffee machine, if maybe Freddie got the worst end from both parents.
Herman’s OCD, his hope, his aching heart—he never was too bright with school stuff either. And, of course, Pepper’s fits, her anxiety and unhappiness. Poor kid’s taking life pretty hard; his down-times are almost as bad as Pep’s—not quite, though. Thankfully.
“Hey, Freddie look!” Herman blinks, turning slightly at the waist and looking over his cup to see his son being dragged along behind a familiar dark-haired girl, a smile so big on her face that Herman has to blink once more. Doc’s kid. Kate. “Good Afternoon Officer Gomez!”
Herman swallows a hard lump at seeing the brimming desperation in his son’s eyes as Freddie flushes a dark red, an expression on his face that is often mirrored in his wife’s breakdowns. “Kate, lets uh… Lets just umm… go—,”
Criminal 1a/?
Kink: Oral, Rough sex, Age (kinda?), Angst, Infidelity... Possibly more?
Characters: F!LW, Officer Herman Gomez, Freddie Gomez, Pepper Gomez, Butch DeLoria.
Relationship: Het
12:37 pm, Wednesday. Diner should get busy in a moment or so, kids’ll get out of class for lunch.
Wait, was that the day? Wednesday already?
Herman glances over his shoulder, squinting under the fluorescents to study the calendar behind his desk. Yup, Wednesday—he knew because tomorrow he had to go see the Doc about Freddie. The first Thursday of every month; ‘a check-up’ is what he told the other Officers.
He exhales deeply, staring at the circled date on the calendar as he taps his cleanly cut nails against the porcelain of his coffee cup. He wonders if Freddie will be at the diner with that girl—Doc’s kid. What was it, 4 months ago, that Herman finally squeezed the truth out of his son?
I love her, Dad. She’s great… She makes me feel…
Happy. Something Freddie hasn’t been in years. Good start.
Wow. That’s super, pal. Yeah, nice girl—she’s a pretty one, son.
Yeah, I know.
She feels the same way?
Oh. Dunno. I haven’t told her.
“Hey, John?” Herman pushes up from his desk, downing the last of his cold coffee and lifting the cup to his fellow Officer. “I’ll take the diner today—you want a refill?”
Kendall shrugs dismissively, barely looking over his shoulder before he’s turning back to his terminal. “Whatever’s left over.”
It isn’t that long of a walk before Herman’s entering the diner at a lazed pace, brushing past a giggling young couple who don’t have enough time away from one another to notice the Vault Officer they bump into on their way out.
That kind of stuff—lovesick teenagers, that is—usually makes Herman question what his son and the Doc’s kid do… alone. Would she even…? He’s heard rumors about John Kendall’s girl, geez, but nothing about Kate—that was her name, right?
When Herman thinks of the Doc’s kid, he thinks of James: good, kind… good. Good girls like that usually stay that way… till’ marriage.
Sounds like Pepper.
Herman snorts under his breath, thinking on a time when he was desperate like Freddie. When he loved girls so much it burned him and kept his body humming like jumper cables—he always needed to be on his feet, chasing Pepper, making her laugh and blush; anything to see that little spread of rose along a collarbone, beneath the teeth of a subtly unzipped vault-suit collar…
He wonders now, as he stands at the coffee machine, if maybe Freddie got the worst end from both parents.
Herman’s OCD, his hope, his aching heart—he never was too bright with school stuff either. And, of course, Pepper’s fits, her anxiety and unhappiness. Poor kid’s taking life pretty hard; his down-times are almost as bad as Pep’s—not quite, though. Thankfully.
“Hey, Freddie look!” Herman blinks, turning slightly at the waist and looking over his cup to see his son being dragged along behind a familiar dark-haired girl, a smile so big on her face that Herman has to blink once more. Doc’s kid. Kate. “Good Afternoon Officer Gomez!”
Herman swallows a hard lump at seeing the brimming desperation in his son’s eyes as Freddie flushes a dark red, an expression on his face that is often mirrored in his wife’s breakdowns. “Kate, lets uh… Lets just umm… go—,”