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Criminal 1a/?

(Anonymous) 2012-07-08 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
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?

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—,”

Criminal 1b/?

(Anonymous) 2012-07-08 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
Maybe taking the diner today wasn’t a great idea… Freddie has been pretty down lately and having his dad, the Vault Security Officer, here might ruin something with the Doc’s kid and… Shit.

“Morning kids! Thought I’d fill ‘er up, get my daily fuel.” Herman chuckles lamely as he lifts his cup up in reference, nearly apologizing out loud upon seeing Freddie ducking down into his vault suit-collar. Doc’s kid just keeps on beaming up at Herman though, releasing her clawed grip on his son’s arm to cross her own over her chest. “How’s class going? Learn anything?”

“Sure.” She laughs, a sound that brings a smile to Herman’s lips without much effort. Seeing them together is cute, he thinks. Freddie’s a handsome kid, and this Kate girl looks like… well, like what he’s seen in the one picture of her mother that Doc keeps on his desk. Broad mouth with prominent white teeth, pert nose, and sparkling eyes that are a bit too big for her face. Like her laugh, she’s bright and happy looking—Herman thinks that’s what Freddie must love the most. “Say, Mr. Gomez! That reminds me… Freddie and I were actually wondering…”

Freddie nearly chokes then, shaking his head earnestly while she keeps chirping on. “Kate, let me—,”

Wondering,” She lays heavy emphasis on the word. “If we might have a study night on Friday at the Gomez residence? I was going to proof-read his book report before he turned it in on Monday—,”

This Friday?” Herman looks to his son, whose eyes quickly dart out of sight to stare at his shoes. The Friday’s after Freddie’s appointments are… the most uncomfortable days for Fred. A day after Doc’s sympathetic eyes and soft words, day after he’s excused from school early in front of the entire class for a ‘check-up’, a day after he’s been told he ‘has to want to get better’.

“I mean, I wouldn’t even have to eat dinner if that’s too much! I could leave whenever you’d like me to.” She talks like she’s bargaining for something, as if she were already convinced that this was some outrageous request that needed heavy persuasion.

Herman finds himself staring at Freddie suspiciously, wondering just what exactly he tells his friends about his home life. Or maybe this girl is just… this way. Maybe she knows these first Friday’s are the hardest for Freddie, and is trying to force him to push past it.

He has heard that the Doc’s kid is a bit of an overachiever—a bit of a busybody, really.

“Well, I’d have to ask Pepper…” He pauses upon looking to Kate, thrown off by the look she’s giving him. Loaded, deliberate—like she knows something about him, something like she watched him undress last night before getting into the shower, saw a birthmark or a freckle. Something like knowing what he sounds like when he…

Wait. What?

Herman blinks at her, lost for a moment when taking his gaze from her disturbing eyes. He shakes his head. “I… Guess. Sure.”

She grins, a pretty sight, and does something strange. She hugs him—warmly, tightly, pressing her body into his as if she knew him that well.

He almost squirms away from her, embarrassed and confused and ashamed, but there’s something about a hug from this girl that’s… wonderful. She’s soft and warm and small compared to him; and yet, the subtle strength of healthy 17 year old muscles and tendons and the warmth of her is a rush of familiarity. Like jumper cables, like dark closets, like nearly stale bubblegum.

And in a split moment, she’s gone.

“Thanks Officer Gomez, sir! I’ll see you Friday!”

Kate’s grabbing Freddie again, towing him along towards a table where Amata is watching the whole interaction with a frown; but not before the Doc’s kid casts that same look over her shoulder, that horribly disconcerting sparkle in her large eyes that makes his fingers squeeze around his coffee cup.

OP IS EXCITE

(Anonymous) 2012-07-10 12:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Author!anon, you are my hero. You hear that? HERO!
Your writing is perfect. Fantastic.
I'm anticipating so much already and I can tell it's only going to get better. I can't wait for more!

A!A!!

(Anonymous) 2012-07-10 11:43 pm (UTC)(link)
AHHH I'm so glad you like it so far! I've been absent from the posting game when it comes to this meme for a while now, and I was worried I was losing my touch.

OP makes A!A happy and feel good! This story isn't finished yet, but I have it pretty much planned out so updates will vary between frequent and not-so-frequent, though it will be put up!

<3

Re: Criminal 1b/?

(Anonymous) 2012-07-10 07:05 pm (UTC)(link)
I love it, I love the way you get into the psyche of the character! I love everything.

A!A, you are the best.

A!A

(Anonymous) 2012-07-10 11:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you!! :D Gosh I almost forgot how wonderful everyone on this meme was!

Re: Criminal 1b/?

(Anonymous) 2012-07-11 07:09 am (UTC)(link)
Aww man, everything about everything is everything.I was planning on prompting this, but now it already exists and there's already a wip fill?Wow. I cant wait for more!

A!A

(Anonymous) 2012-07-13 07:58 am (UTC)(link)
It's a fantastic prompt, you and OP have great minds that think alike! Plus, Mr. Gomez is spicy.

Re: Criminal 1b/?

(Anonymous) 2012-07-12 06:50 pm (UTC)(link)
OH MY GOD I NEEDED THIS AND DIDN'T EVEN KNOW IT!!!!!

perfect. so very very well done. LOVELY!!! ahhh!!! I can't wait for the next parts!!!!!

A!A

(Anonymous) 2012-07-13 08:00 am (UTC)(link)
Thank you!! YOUR ENTHUSIASM IS MAKING ME EXCITED. AHHHHHH!

Might post more up in a moment or so! <3