MOVE THE PAWN.

thinking of you

**CW: some abuse mentions**

living with marvin was like living on a farm. you didn't want to, but you needed it for money and food.

whizzer dreaded coming home every night. it was a nightmare to come home to! sure he had his moments too but at this point it was a well earned response to all the grade a bs he had to put up with.

ever since marvin and trina got their divorce marvin had become unbearably cross with whizzer as if it was his fault. how was it his fault? did whizzer decide to be a cheater? did whizzer decide to be a stubborn childish man at age 35? did whizzer decide to do nothing but bitch about everything vaguely disorienting around him? no. no he did not. but he could.

whizzers childhood wasn't as picture perfect as he had painted pictures of through stories with jason. what's the point of telling stories to children with no happy ending? all it does is distress them furthermore. especially his true childhood horror stories. like the time his father threatened to slam his fingers in the door once he found out he was into lace button ups and not t-shirts.

but you know what? god forbid a man have some sense of style in this day and age. men think they're able to dress themselves but the truth is every single man whizzers been with had been such a hot mess they couldn't match their pants with their shirt. this included marvin. how hard could it be to simply coordinate your colors? did these men not learn this shit in the earlier stages of schooling?

sometimes he wondered how he would've turned out if his family weren't completely dysfunctional and snobby. maybe then he wouldn't have to hide his sorrow with shameful banter between himself and a man who can't even decide if a brown tie goes with a green shirt. this shit was beginning to get ridiculous. beyond ridiculous. what was he? a tree? that's just it, a money tree.

money. money was the one thing they were never short of other than shallow banter over who the real man of the house is. marvin's job as a meteorologist paid pretty well for a company run by a bunch of neurotic jewish men.

whizzer loved to spend marvin's money. it was his prize after everything marvin had put him through. in that sense marvin and whizzers father were alike. mr. brown had always been very gracious with whizzers budget at tommy hilfiger after he was physically beat into the ground like a tent peg in the burning summer heat.

he liked that about his father, or at least he thought he did. maybe he just enjoyed the coats he had managed to snag without any questions asked. who knows? who cares? he's with marvin now, and god knows how much he despises the man but he should really stop comparing him to his father.

maybe he would start today.

suddenly the masculine but gorgeous boy heard a sour "whizzer? are you daydreaming again?" and tensed up.

maybe today was not the day.