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misshoneyimhome · 2 days

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Hi Love, i have a request for “being stopped when sneaking out after a one-night-stand” with Jack Hughes. Maybe you are friends with one of the other guys and you all are hanging and one thing leads to another and… next thing you know you wake up in bed together and have to try and sneak out without the boys finding you to save yourself from relentless teasing.

Hello there bb! 🤍

Well, I didn't really have a specific idea to begin with for this one, but as the thoughts started flowing, I attempted to put something together for this delightful little buttercup 😉

So, I hope it turned out somewhat as you'd imagined or at least enjoyable to read 😊

Tropes & Warnings; friends to lovers, slow-burn, best friend!Nico Hischier; 18+ smut, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), protected penetrative sex (p in v), as always language;

Word count; 4.2K

Taglist; @couldawouldashoulda50 @findapenny @justwanderingbutneverlost

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Mission Impossible I Jack Hughes 🖋️⚡️🌺

That laughter. Oh, that fucking laughter, Jack Hughes pondered, observing you mingling with the New Jersey Devils' crew. It was like sweet music to his ears. Your smile was akin to pure sunlight breaking through the clouds, and your scent was reminiscent of a meadow on a balmy summer evening.

It was the yearly gathering following the end of the season, and unfortunately, the 23/24 season had wrapped up much earlier than anticipated. The New Jersey Devils had been on the cusp of making it to the playoffs but fell short.

So tonight, Captain Nico Hischier, along with the management and coordinators, had organised a celebration to mark a season filled with hard work, strong team effort, and dedication, while also preparing for the upcoming off-season.

The evening began in a rather formal manner at the official Devils facilities. However, as the night progressed, Jack found himself at Nico's private residence, surrounded by teammates, partners, and a few friends.

And that meant you were there too.

You were one of Nico's closest friends from Switzerland, who had ventured to America to chase your own career dreams. A strong and self-assured young woman, you had captivated Jack's attention from the moment Nico introduced you to the team.

Being the same age as Nico, having grown up together, you shared a childhood bond. You exuded confidence with a touch of sophistication, yet your sense of humour was as playful and down-to-earth as the other guys on the team, making you fit right in. And Jack was immediately drawn to your poised yet calm disposition.

Even everyone on the team seemed to take a shine to you. Despite speculation that there might be something romantic going on between you and the captain, it soon became clear that such notions were just foundation of a good and healthy friendship. Nico was like a brother to you, your closest confidant who had been there through thick and thin, offering a shoulder to cry on during heartaches and sage advice in times of need. He was your protector and greatest supporter, just as you were his (perhaps except for his mother).

And Nico's presence was also the main reason Jack hadn't made any move on you yet. Despite his attraction, he felt unsure about how his teammate would react.

Yet you were the first girl to ever make him feel nervous, experiencing a mix of anxiety and excitement whenever you were around. The unfamiliar flutter of butterflies in his stomach emerged whenever you were nearby, leaving him lost for words the first time he had you alone.

But as time passed, Jack found himself growing more at ease in your company. The more time you spent together, the more he sensed a blossoming connection between you, especially as it appeared you shared a mutual interest.

Having just hit the milestone of mid-twenties, you were feeling completely in your element. Having successfully completed your education with commendable results, you were now diving headfirst into the professional world, determined to climb the career ladder. Even if it meant starting from scratch, your determination knew no bounds.

And Nico's friendship served as a constant source of inspiration as always. Having followed his hockey journey closely, witnessing his relentless dedication, it motivated you to strive harder for your own aspirations. So, with no ties holding you back in Switzerland, you found yourself venturing across the Atlantic, immersing yourself in the fast-paced and exhilarating world of the NHL.

Nico had graciously introduced you to his team, and you seamlessly integrated like a missing puzzle piece. Embraced warmly by everyone, you quickly formed close bonds with some of the team's other female members.

Yet, amidst it all, one individual seemed to ignite something deeper within you. The slightly younger American forward, Jack Hughes, had occupied your thoughts ever since you first laid eyes on him. His infectious grin and mischievous laughter captivated you like nothing else, while his composed and collected demeanour brought a sense of calm. He was simply enchanting and utterly captivating.

However, you made a conscious effort to maintain a certain level of calm and coolness, maintaining a small distance, as you did with all the players. You didn't want to be perceived as the type of friend who tagged along with Nico and flirted with every guy on the team. Besides, relationships weren't exactly a top priority for you at the moment.

Yet, there was something about the boy from Florida that intrigued you. His deep brown eyes held a mesmerising quality, and his voice had a calming effect whenever he spoke. His laughter resonated through the halls, sending delightful shivers down your spine.

So, with each passing day spent with the Devils, you found yourself simply cherishing the moments near Jack.

Today felt a bit different, though. While the disappointment of not making it to the playoffs lingered, the team maintained high spirits. They understood the challenges and the fierce competition in the NHL, recognising that this year simply wasn't theirs.

But thankfully, their strong bond and knack for lifting each other's spirits kept morale intact. Gatherings like today were crucial, providing a positive send-off into the off-season.

The atmosphere of the evening was relaxed and informal as you mingled with the crowd. Nico, buoyant as ever, left you to your own devices knowing you got along well with everyone on the team. And as time passed, you couldn't resist the pull towards the young Florida player with the tousled locks.

Jack's smile possessed a magnetic quality that drew you in, and soon you found yourselves reclining side by side on the outdoor sofa, cocooned under a blanket with the city lights twinkling in the background.

The conversation flowed effortlessly, punctuated by laughter and genuine banter, a delightful blend of teasing and compliments.

Chats with Jack always felt natural. There was no need to overthink; it all just fell into place effortlessly. Your senses of humour were perfectly aligned, and you shared many interests. Moreover, neither of you hesitated to speak your mind, even when opinions diverged. It was these simple yet stimulating debates that enriched your friendship each time.

"Oh, come on," Jack chuckled, the two of you leaning in as you exchanged tales of your summer plans. "There must be something wrong with him if he wants to see you again!"

"Thanks a lot, Jack!" you teased, feigning offence as you rolled your eyes. "There's nothing wrong with him, he's just... a typical guy."

"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked with a grin.

"Just that he's up for anything as long as I don't turn down the chance for a good shack," you explained with a mischievous smirk.

"Hey, not all men are like that all the time," Jack defended, still wearing a playful smile. "Some of us have good taste and won’t just stick it into anyone with a pulse."

"Oh, really?" you countered, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, really," Jack affirmed.

You couldn't deny the attraction simmering between you. As you sat there, close together amidst the laughter and cheers, with the night sky as your backdrop, you felt your heartbeat quicken.

Jack was undeniably attractive, and that smirk of his, oh, it had you spellbound. His deep chuckle and the way he defended his position had a tantalising effect on you, sending a tingling sensation through your core. But with so many people around, you couldn't bring yourself to make a move.

Instead, you simply smiled, breaking eye contact as you took a sip of your drink. "Well, I suppose you're not all bad then," you said softly, offering him a sweet smile.

Jack felt the sparks too. Your radiant presence shone brighter than the stars in the night sky, and your rosy lips stirred nothing but desire within him. Yet, he maintained his composure. With his teammates surrounding you, and he knew you didn't want any romantic entanglements with the players, including him.

"Hmm, no," he hummed huskily. "Not all men are bad..."

There was a moment of silence, the air heavy with anticipation as you both felt the closeness between you. Neither of you had realised just how close you were until now, lounging beside each other, your legs gently touching, and Jack's arm draped behind you.

The temptation to lean in for a kiss was almost overwhelming, especially considering how close you were already. Yet, you held back, acutely aware of Timo's watchful gaze and cheeky smirk a few feet behind Jack, engrossed in conversation with Nico. So, you turned your head away once more.

Letting out a sigh, you wrestled with yourself internally on how to navigate the situation. Of course, you desired to kiss Jack; only a fool would think otherwise. The attraction between you was undeniable, your heart racing with each moment spent in such close proximity. But you hesitated, unsure about crossing that line. He was your friend, and more significantly, he was Nico's teammate.

Similarly, Jack felt the hesitation weighing on him. Despite every fibre of his being yearning for more of your closeness, he held back. He longed to taste your lips, to feel the warmth of your mouth against his as his fingers tangled in your hair. He yearned to feel your body pressed against his, the heat and sweat mingling between you. The mere thought had his blood rushing, his desire evident even in his unconscious gestures, like licking his lips.

And your reaction didn't go unnoticed either. As he let his gaze linger on you, a seductive expression playing across his features, you couldn't help but feel the heat rising within you. You swallowed hard, feeling a surge of arousal beneath the fabric of your tight skirt.

It was impossible not to want it, the magnetic pull between you both growing stronger with each passing moment.

Yet, despite the tension crackling between you, neither of you made a move until you cautiously let your leg brush against his, maintaining a heated gaze. In response, Jack inched closer, pulling the blanket over both of you before his hand delicately found its way to your waist.

Your breaths mingled, heavy with anticipation as you shared the warm air between your faces. You had to consciously press your lips together to resist the urge to kiss him, but then something else caught your attention. As Jack drew you nearer, you felt the hardness of his member pressing against your core, eliciting a small gasp from you.

"Jack, you're..." you murmured softly, feeling the arousal ignite within you.

"Yeah… that's what you do to me," Jack almost growled, his mouth dangerously close to yours, his breath caressing your skin as he gently pulled your hip closer.

There was no denying it anymore. Both of you knew what you wanted in this moment. The only question was how to make it happen.

You had been staying at Nico's place before, so sneaking off to the guest room wouldn't raise suspicion. In fact, you had already planned to spend the night after the team event. You just hadn't discussed with him whether you would be alone in the bed or not – Nico assuming you’d be alone of course.

But the main challenge was reaching the bedroom amidst the remaining players and guests. Some had already departed, but enough remained in the living room that passing through would require finesse. So, as minutes ticked by, the tension grew unbearable. Your core pulsated with longing, craving his touch, while Jack's hardness strained against the tightness of his tight jeans, growing more insistent with each passing moment.

And finally, you spotted your opportunity to escape. As most of the players were engrossed in a few rounds of NHL PlayStation, their attention fully occupied, it was now or never.

So, signalling to Jack that the moment had arrived, he understood immediately. And trying to be as inconspicuous as possible, you decided to go first, pretending to head towards the bathroom. Then, after a brief delay, Jack would follow suit.

Though it likely seemed obvious what the two of you were up to, the distraction of the game on the big screen meant no one paid much attention as you slipped past them.

Finally, alone, behind closed doors, it took mere seconds before the two of you were lost in each other. Mouths collided, tongues intertwining, as eager hands hurriedly discarded clothes.

Your actions were driven by raw lust, each touch fuelled by an intense craving for one another. And before long, you found yourselves exactly where you had longed to be; naked, beneath the covers, with Jack's warm body pressed against yours. The kiss deepened as your fingers tangled in his brown locks, his hands roaming every inch of your body with fervour, as he made sure to massage both your breasts before attending to the heat between your legs.

To say his touch felt incredible would be an understatement. The ease with which his fingers glided pass your moist entrance, stimulating your walls and gathering your arousal, left you trembling with pleasure.

And Jack couldn't help but smile against your lips as he felt just how wet you were for him. Yet, he also felt his own arousal throbbing, his member dripping with precum as your soft moans filled the room. Sensing the tightness of your walls, he knew he probably wouldn't last long tonight.

And though he was already in need for a release merely by the foreplay, he didn’t want it to end so soon. So, instead, he withdrew his fingers with care, slowly moving his mouth away from yours to trail sloppy kisses down your jawline, then further down to your neck and torso, bypassing your nipple and navel until he reached your core.

With a deep breath and a dark, lustful look in his eyes, he gazed up at you, meeting your eyes before letting his tongue lick up your folds, savouring your sweetness.

"Oh, fuck..." you moaned, tilting your head back into the pillow, eyes shut tight as Jack's mouth worked wonders on your sensitive flesh. It felt incredible; not only was he a master with words, possessed an amazing smile and infectious laughter, but his mouth worked magic between your legs as well.

And unafraid to delve in with hunger, Jack explored every inch of your core with his tongue and lips, alternating between your sensitive clit and entrance, while his large arms and hands held your hips down and in place.

It was heavenly like. So, to no one's surprise, given the intense and prolonged foreplay, you reached climax much quicker than ever before. Whether it was Jack's expertise or your heightened desire, the orgasm he caused felt nothing short of sensational.

The only challenge was to stifle the moan that threatened to escape you. Pressing your lips together, you released a silent cry, arching your back and gripping the sheets tightly as waves of pleasure washed over you.

Jack allowed you a moment to recover, pulling away from your heat, his lips and chin glistening with your juices. And he couldn't help but smirk as he watched you gradually return to reality. It was a delightful sight, as you were trying to regain control of your breath, slowly opening your eyes to meet his. You looked somewhat defeated yet also expressed a hunger for more; your eyes were dark and intense as you bit your lip and smirked at him.

And with his shaft throbbing and eager for attention, Jack moved closer to you, his lips meeting yours in another messy, hungry kiss. He allowed you to taste yourself as his tongue intertwined with yours again, but he had to pull away momentarily to catch his breath before moving to what he desired most.

Meanwhile, taking in his incredible naked form, your gaze wandered to his long, sleek member, and you realised it was up to you to be responsible and act before the overwhelming lust consumed you both too much.

"Jack," you spoke softly. "Do you have protection?"

Jack paused for a moment, realising the importance of your question, before nodding. Luckily, Luke had jokingly tossed him a condom earlier that day, teasing him that he might need it. And as it turned out, he was right.

So, with a light smile, Jack rose to retrieve his trousers, carefully extracting the condom from its packaging before skilfully covering himself. Though, both of you knew condoms weren't the most romantic of accessories, given the circumstances of not being in a committed relationship, it was a responsible choice. Besides, Jack reminded himself, they also helped with lasting a bit longer. The, fully prepared, he leaned over your smaller frame, placing a tender kiss on your lips once more.

The position was simple as Jack positioned himself between your legs, his arms bracing on either side of you while your hands found their place on the back of his shoulders. Yet, the sensation was incredible as he began to glide into you, his cock filling you effortlessly, stretching your walls as he delved deeper.

"Fuck, Jack," you whispered, a soft cry escaping your lips, each thrust eliciting a gasp of pleasure.

"Shit, baby, you feel amazing around me," he moaned in response, his hips rocking in rhythm with yours, feeling the tightness of your grip around his shaft with every movement.

It was nothing short of intense as Jack picked up the pace, his length stimulating you with each thrust, increasing the speed and depth as desire surged within him. His arms provided strength as he pounded into you, fingers gripping the sheets as he edged closer to his climax.

Meanwhile, you were on the brink of ecstasy. Still riding the waves of your first orgasm, your mind was clouded with bliss, every thrust sending you deeper into overdrive. Jack didn't have to do much as he increased his speed and force, and soon you felt the second orgasm building, slowly but surely approaching.

But you didn't get the chance to reach it, not just yet. Instead, Jack swiftly withdrew from you, leaning back before turning you onto your stomach. And without hesitation, he entered you from behind once more, causing you to moan into the pillow as he filled you up again, his hips colliding with your buttocks in a steady rhythm.

"Mmm... baby, fuck..." Jack breathed out, unable to control his own movements, the sensation of your warmth embracing his shaft with each thrust bringing him closer to climax.

You were unable to respond, your mind foggy, your moans incomprehensible, and your vision blurry if you could even keep your eyes open. Jack's relentless pounding felt so good, and as he increased his pace, vigorously thrusting into you, you cried out into the pillow as you felt your second orgasm approaching.

"Shit, Jack... I'm gonna... fffff come..."

Your cries, muffled by the pillow, only spurred Jack on, intensifying his movements. It was rather intense at this point, the sounds of your bodies slamming together echoing through the room and likely audible in the hallway, yet neither of you cared. The pleasure was overwhelming, and Jack's sole focus was to push you both over the edge and reach the much-needed climax.

And it didn't take much longer before he managed to do so. With a few final thrusts, you let out a loud moan, into the pillow, as he continued to ravish you through your second climax, while the sensation of you clenching around his eager member pushed Jack over the edge too. Releasing a deep grunt, he emptied himself into the latex.

"Fuuuuuck..." he breathed deeply, thrusting softly as he let the last drops spill, catching his breath. "Shit... that was..."

"Perfection..." you muttered softly, lifting your head from the sheet, your pillowcase almost soaked with tears of pleasure, mixed with black mascara.

"Oh, perfection indeed," Jack chuckled lightly, placing a soft kiss on the back of your head as he remained inside you for a few more seconds before pulling out.

The room was hot, the air thick with the lingering smell of sex. Fortunately, the quick trip to the bathroom to dispose of the condom went smoothly, unnoticed by anyone. And soon, you found yourselves snuggled up in Jack's embrace, his body pressed against yours as you cuddled before drifting off to sleep.

Jack Hughes didn't usually spend the night with a one-night stand. But you were different. You weren't just a random girl he had met and picked up; you were a friend he had been longing for. And as the morning slowly crept in, he couldn't help but smile as he felt your body next to his, savouring the moment before drifting back to sleep.

Then about an hour later, you woke from your slumber as well, still feeling the lingering sensations of pleasure in your core as Jack lay beside you.

A small part of you feared he might have left during the night, as you knew the next mission would be sneaking him out.

Nico would likely expect you to be at his condo, but he probably wouldn't expect Jack to be there too.

So, when the need to visit the loo arose, you imagined yourself in a Mission Impossible movie, carefully sneaking out the door, into the hallway, and reaching the bathroom just a few feet away. Fortunately, the journey there went smoothly. However, as you were about to return to the bedroom, a voice halted you.

"Not so fast," Nico spoke behind you in Swiss German. You could almost feel the smug expression on his face. And as you turned around, you weren't wrong. "Didn't see you go to bed last night?" He chuckled as he took a small step forward.

You had to remain calm as you felt the heat slowly rising in your cheeks. Clad only in an oversized t-shirt, you couldn't help but feel your bare core still tingling solely from the memories of last night. "Oh well... yeah, didn't want to disturb your game with the boys," you tried to speak as confidently as possible.

But Nico wasn't convinced. Cocking an eyebrow and crossing his arms, he kept his gaze fixed on you. "Mmm hmmm... so you didn't sneak off to bed without telling me because you've got something to hide?"

"What- what?" You quickly asked, feigning innocence, blinking a few times, and pressing your lips together.

"I said you have nothing to hide, right?" Nico chuckled once more, taking another step towards you.

"Why would I try and hide something from you, Nicki?" You attempted to deflect with a question, your voice as calm as possible. Yet it still didn't quite convince him.

"I don't know," Nico smirked. "Since we both know it wouldn't work..."

And he had a point. Being your best friend for so many years, Nico could always see right through you. And in that very moment, it was no different.

"Well, um... I don't know what you're trying to get at..."

Nico raised a brow again. Why you were even trying to challenge him, you had no idea. He was onto you, and you both knew it.

"So, you're telling me, that if I open this door right now, I'll find your bed empty?"

You had to swallow hard. "Why wouldn't it be? I mean, I'm right here," you tried your best to maintain your composure.

Then with a suspicious look, Nico slowly took hold of the doorknob and gently opened the door. And to his surprise, as well as your own, the bed was indeed empty.

A tiny smirk formed on your lips as you saw the expression on your friend's face, yet you couldn't help but wonder where the hell Jack was. Had he left while you were in the bathroom?

And simply with a light chuckle, Nico admitted he'd been wrong and left your room with a smile.

Closing the door behind him, you let out a sigh of relief.

"Is he gone?" You suddenly heard Jack's voice.

"Wait... where are you?"

And then a large hockey player crawled out from under the bed, a smile adorning his face as he stood before you. "Sorry, I just heard your voices and thought I'd better hide - just in case," he chuckled.

"Well, I'm glad you did," you smiled back, stepping a little closer so Jack could let his hands find your hips, then softly meeting in a tender kiss.

"Hmm," he then hummed. "So... how are we going to do this next part?"

You let his question linger for a moment as your palms rested on his muscular chest. "Hmm, well I guess it's your turn to play Mission Impossible..."

It wasn't an easy escape. Yet, you'd swiftly become accustomed to the act, so as you scouted the hallway, noticing Nico wasn't there, Jack quickly made his run to the front door.

You couldn't help but giggle as he hurriedly left, just as Nico emerged from his bedroom again. But fortunately, he made it, and you could let out another deep sigh of relief.

Well, that was until Nico noticed the used condom in the second bathroom later the same day, and you eventually had to come to confession.

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simplydannie · 2 days

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Fanfic about Velvet and Veneer as kids???

You got it :3

Together

“Veneer open the door!” Velvet demanded. She banged and banged on his door. The moment he came home, he ran straight into his room.

“No!” He screamed from inside.

“Open it now Veneer!” Velvet shouted again.

“Go away!”

They were nine. After school their dad brought them straight home while their mother took Veneer to her office: her dental office. A few hours later they had come home, but Veneer ran straight to his room.

“We have to practice for our presentation in class tomorrow Vennie!” Silence from the other side. “If you don’t open the door, I’m going to tell our teacher I did all the work!” Velvet could hear commotion coming from the other side. She finally heard his door unlock, he opened it slowly, half his face covered by the door.

“Let me in!” She demanded. Veneer was silent for a moment.

“You have to promise not to laugh…” He murmured. Was that a lisp she heard?

“Why are you talking weird? Well, weirder.” Velvet shoved her way past him and into his room.

“You didn’t promise!” He demanded.

“Shut up and tell me!”

Veneer carefully removed his hands from his mouth; he gave her a toothy smile, the metal along his mouth flashing her eyes.

“You got braces!” Velvet rushed over and forced his mouth open for a better look.

“Ow! Stop it! It’s still soar.” He begged. The braces obviously made his lisp more known.

“What’s so bad about braces?”

“They’re going to make fun of me! They already do anyways, and now, it’s going to be worse.” Veneer sat himself on the floor hugging his knees.

“Well why didn’t you tell mom no thank you.”

“She said I needed them. My little snaggle tooth was pushing my teeths.” He lisped.

Velvet wasn’t one for offering much words of wisdoms or comfort. She knew the kids at school bullied her brother, but she never knew why. He’s always try to be friendly, always tried to make friends, but it didn’t come easy to him. Actually, it never came easy for both of them… Velvet wasn’t good in making friends either. But neither one seemed to mind because they always had each other. Of course, they wouldn’t mention it to their parents, they didn’t want them to worry. Velvet huffed and tossed their project at his feet. Veneer looked up at her.

“Come one. Let’s practice.”

So far, so good, Veneer thought to himself the following day at school. He managed to avoid anyone noticing his new braces. No one had came up to pick on him… yet. Most of the morning was spent doing the project presentations.

“Velvet and Veneer. You two are next.” Their teacher called out. The twins made their way in front of the class. It was decided Velvet would do most of the talking.

“For our career presentation, we wanted to talk about dentistry.” Velvet began. Everything was running smoothly, Veneer controlled the slide show, showed off the board they made while Velvet spoke. One particular boy in class noticed how he wasn’t speaking, this boy had it out for Veneer….he was one of his bullies.

“Ms. B!” He called out. “Veneer isn’t talking. I thought you said every single person in the group has to talk.”

“Fair enough. Velvet would you mind allowing your brother a few words.”

“H-he’s, not feeling good.” She lied.

“Oh is he? I didn’t get any not from your parents. Should the full credit go to you then?”

Velvet shook her head. She eyed her brother, signaling him up to the front. “It’s now or never Vennie.” She whispered to him. Veneer shifted weight on his feet. He began to speak softly, head turned away and hidden from the class.

“I’m sorry Mr. Montegue, we cannot hear you. Facing the class please.”

He swallowed the lump in his throat. Now or never, he thought. He faced the class and spoke louder.

“Brace face!” The boy shouted. The rest of the class laughed.

“Shut up! Or punch your stupid face!” Velvet yelled.

“Ms. Montegue! Five minute of your recess time! Everyone else quiet down!”

Velvet spent the first five minutes of recess outside the classroom bench. Veneer attempted to wait for her but he was shooed outside with the rest of the class.

“Stupid boy.” She exclaimed. Mrs. B peeked outside the classroom door to address Velvet.

“Watch your tongue next time Ms. Montegue. You may go.”

Velvet hopped off the bench and ran out to the playground to look for her brother. She ran towards a far off swing set they would normally meet at. When she saw he wasn’t there she then went to the jungle gym: no luck.

“Vennie!” She called out. Velvet scanned the sea of children. She looked and looked until… there, she saw it, a green swoop of green hair…but something wasn’t right. A few of the other kids surrounded him, pushing towards the sandbox.

“Hey!” She called from faraway. Velvet took off running.

“Brace face! Brace face!” The kids taunted Veneer. He tried to ignore them hoping they would leave, but this time they pursued. The kicked sand in his face and pushed him to the ground.

“Leave me alone.” He said. But again it only made it worse.

“Brace face! Brace face!” They taunted and taunted. The boy in his class filled a bucket of sand and dumped it over Veneers head. Everyone around them laughed…until…

THUD!

He was tackled to the ground and Velvet ran into him.

CRACK!

His face hit the edge of the sand box. He held his mouth over his hand and started crying…. Blood seeping through his fingers. All the other kids gaped and backed away.

“I’m telling the teacher!” He cried and left. The group of kids dispersed before anyone could get in trouble, leaving the twins alone. Velver knelt down and started wiping sand off her brothers clothes and hair.

“Vels! You’re going to get in trouble.” He said standing up.

“I don’t care. He’s stupid. He deserves it.” She scoffed.

“But…”

“Didn’t you get in trouble that one time because you were defending me.” She stated.

“Yes. But…”

“Want to go play super stars?” She asked.

Veneer smiled, “Okay.”

The twins took off to the jungle jump. It wasn’t long before their teacher came screaming Velvets name. She rolled her eyes as she was sent to the principals office. But Veneer was right there next to her. Whatever punishment she’d face he’d be willing to face it with her, together.

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