Unfortunate
Rating: PG
Fandom: Runaways
Characters: Yorkeses
Prompt: Discovery
Notes: For the Lover100 challenge
Disclaimer: This is me owning nothing.
Summary: Stacey finds out about Dale.
005: Discovery
He whirled her around the living room a few times, much to her displeasure. Stacey pulled away and stumbled into a wall.
"Darling?" He ran a hand up her side. She yelped and jerked away. "Oh-ho! Someone’s ticklish!"
Dale chased her into the kitchen just in time for the phone to ring. She snagged the receiver with an, "I’ll get it!" before he could protest.
"Hello?" Her face went blank. He bit his nails. "Yes. He’s here," she deadpanned. "Of course you can. Yes. Whatever."
Stacey thrust the phone at him violently and stormed out of the room.
"I’m going to have to call you back," Dale said hurriedly. He didn’t bother to find out who was on the other end. Snapped the receiver off and ran after her.
She was pulling her boots on. Tears ran down her face.
"Stacey, darling," he began. She held up a hand.
"I don’t want to hear it."
She stood and reached for the door panel. He grabbed her hand and jerked her around, pinning her to the door.
"Stacey, please. Give me a chance," he begged.
"You have three seconds to tell me why your girlfriend wasn’t calling about a date."
"I swear, I was going to break it off with her, but she hasn’t been answering when I call and I can’t find her and I’m so sorry!"
"She’s pretty and tall and thin. Don’t worry about it."
Stacey pressed the panel and made a wild dash for the stairs.
Fandom: Runaways
Characters: Yorkeses
Prompt: Discovery
Notes: For the Lover100 challenge
Disclaimer: This is me owning nothing.
Summary: Stacey finds out about Dale.
005: Discovery
He whirled her around the living room a few times, much to her displeasure. Stacey pulled away and stumbled into a wall.
"Darling?" He ran a hand up her side. She yelped and jerked away. "Oh-ho! Someone’s ticklish!"
Dale chased her into the kitchen just in time for the phone to ring. She snagged the receiver with an, "I’ll get it!" before he could protest.
"Hello?" Her face went blank. He bit his nails. "Yes. He’s here," she deadpanned. "Of course you can. Yes. Whatever."
Stacey thrust the phone at him violently and stormed out of the room.
"I’m going to have to call you back," Dale said hurriedly. He didn’t bother to find out who was on the other end. Snapped the receiver off and ran after her.
She was pulling her boots on. Tears ran down her face.
"Stacey, darling," he began. She held up a hand.
"I don’t want to hear it."
She stood and reached for the door panel. He grabbed her hand and jerked her around, pinning her to the door.
"Stacey, please. Give me a chance," he begged.
"You have three seconds to tell me why your girlfriend wasn’t calling about a date."
"I swear, I was going to break it off with her, but she hasn’t been answering when I call and I can’t find her and I’m so sorry!"
"She’s pretty and tall and thin. Don’t worry about it."
Stacey pressed the panel and made a wild dash for the stairs.