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lazypanartist · 1 year

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Quick!

Icicle Jr Dating an Alternative Reader HCs

I'll try not to specify subculture, but I'm punk so it probably seeped in

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LOVES helping you pick outfits!

If you're like me tho, that's p much just.

Reach into drawer for shirt.

Reach into drawer for pants.

Reach into drawer for socks.

Grab same 12 accessories to wear for the day

But he's super into helping you get ready

Esp if you have anything ice themed

Let's be real, he'll buy/steal/make you SOMETHING icy-spikey

Might paint studs and spikes blue lmao

Might not get your music all the way

But totally gets the whole rebellion aspect

(He might have been under tight watch from his father, but after season 1, he's Out™ without him)

Might try to do his makeup to match yours

Thick wings?

He might cover his whole eyelid

(and then need help getting them un-stuck)

Graphic liner?

Same thing

Pouts until you do it for him

Gets tons of ice-themed makeup pallets around winter, then gives them to you throughout the year just so you'll be wearing "his colors"

If you're more crust leaning, he'll totally get a jacket to match

Will probably get a motorcycle for the sole purpose of having a badass aesthetic

Can sit and watch you DIY clothes and accessories for HOURS

He'll make sure you ALWAYS have materials

Especially if they're stolen

Screw capitalism

Might ask you for sewing tips

He'll say it's in case he messes his costume up badly

But you Know

You Know

More obvious when his civies have poorly seen patches covering the knees 🩵

I firmly believe he can't craft for shit

But he LOVES to anyways

Especially if it's with you

And for Rebellion™

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hopefulfuturenovelauthor · 1 year

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The World Was Wide Enough

Cameron Mahkent x gn reader (established relationship)

almost 1k words

warnings: maybe language and humor

You fell from your place floating in the air, exhaustion creeping over you. Stabilizing the reactor had taken all of your energy albeit your earlier concern was most certainly being made valid. You felt like you could sleep for weeks. A throbbing ringing filled your ears as the world became spotted. Your feet couldn’t find the ground, contact was imposible considering your position. Within an instant you knew you would be blacking out, you only hoped there would be someone to catch you.

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“I swear to God, Luther and Thawne better be ready the next time I see them. Mage could have died from that.” Your eyes remained shut, as you held onto every word surrounding you.

“It wasn't on purpose,” the voice of the one and only Psimon filled your ears.

“Yea, Junior, them doing that just thickened up their skin. They’ll be more ready the next time,” the eldest Terror Twin said. His counterpart hummed in agreement in the background.

“How about we just let them rest,” Devistation offered to the group, “Icicle, you can shut off the lights and shit. We have things we need to do.”

Cameron grumbled as the others chuckled, walking out of the room. The sound of the heart monitor you were attached to beeped to your right. Slowly you opened your eyes after the ice meta turned off the overhead light. The lamp at your bedside remained on and you glanced across the room to the last member of your messy, unagreeable team.

“Yeah, if Reverse shows his face any time soon I’m going to pin him in the air and leave him there so he can’t phase himself free,” you said from the medical bed you were laying on.

Cameron’s head turned quickly, looking over you once, and then he bounded across the room. He swiftly lifted you up and into his arms. The embrace was cool and kind as you returned the sentiment engulfing his body with yours.

“You scared the shit out of me, babe,” Cameron pulled back to look at you.

“Yeah, well someone has to keep you on your toes,” you smiled back at him. Cool lips pressed against your own softly and sweetly. His hand traced your cheek carefully, still worried that you would fall away again. You pulled back just enough so that your foreheads touched as you nuzzled into his space.

“I think I’m kept on my toes enough,” he said in response as you hummed at his answer, taking in his presence.

“Maybe I just thought we needed something exciting to happen. However, I was not expecting that much kickback,” you chuckled lightheartedly.

“Why would you want to put yourself through something like that?” Cam asked. “I know you didn’t think it would go well and warned them that they were underestimating the job. You could have said no,” he whispered. His eyes were sad as he stared into yours waiting for an answer.

You brought your own hand up to his cheek. “Because I knew I’d be okay. Sure, in the moment I wasn’t fine, but I’m alright now, C. This is what we do. This is our responsibility-“

“I don’t want that responsibility. If you’re going to get hurt or pass out from shit then you shouldn’t do it and no one should fucking expect you to. I want you to be safe.” His hands grasped the one at your side.

“Cam, this job we do, it will never be safe, for either of us,” you said calmly, trying to cool the always cold criminal off.

“Then…” Cameron said, his eyes up at the ceiling as he bit his lip in concentration.

“Then?” you prompted softly, awaiting his answer. As his thoughts continued to race you patted his hair and left a gentle kiss on his temple.

“Why don’t we leave?” he asked, finally returning his gaze to you.

“Why don’t we leave?” you repeated. Your brow furrowed in confusion.

“Yeah, we can just go. The world is our oyster,” he said giddily, grabbing your hands in his, “we could run away together. We could, we could, elope!”

“Cameron, babe, I love you. But do you even know what that word means?” you questioned gently.

“Yeah, we leave everything behind and run off into the sunset free from our responsibilities,” he replied innocently with anticipation. His eyes were wide and shined brightly for your response.

“Look, Cam, I’m-I’m all for leaving if you want to leave. I’d follow you to the end of the world. However, I still don’t think you completely understand the connotation of that word,” you admitted.

“Yeah, yeah, look, we can travel the whole world together. Hang out in the Caribbean, tour Europe together, visit Italy, and travel through Rome. Trust me, I’ll make that honeymoon worth your while,” he grinned smugly, sending you a wink.

You slapped his arm jokingly with a roll of your eyes as he feigned injury, “Dick.”

“That’s what I was implying, babe,” he smirked.

“Well,” you chuckled, dancing your hand up his arm finger by finger, tracing all the way up to his shoulder, “if you promise to take me to Europe, you won’t have to wait for the honeymoon.”

Cameron’s eyes widened as he shot up from his spot beside you, “okay, let’s go. Time to get a move on, up and out of bed, babe.”

You smiled at his antics, kicking your legs over the medical bed and rose from your place. Your hands easily found his, pulling him back in. The smile on your face held affection as the look in your eyes contained excitement for the future and comfort in what was to come. You brought him closer, reattaching your lips, looking forward to the rest of your life beside him.

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psychostxr · 2 years

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𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐡𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐭 | married

PAIRING. cameron mahkent x female! reader

WORD COUNT. 0.3k

WARNINGS. none

NOTES. a small drabble inspired by season four’s end credit scene

"Get ready, everyone!" Lucas yells, gaining the wedding reception's attention. "The bride is about to throw the bouquet!"

M'gann stands at the center of the dance floor, holding her red and white bouquet.

You watch as Zatanna, Raquel, M'ree, and Donna walk towards the center of the dance floor, whispering among one another excitedly. Even a few of the younger girls join the bouquet toss.

"What's everyone gathering around for?" your boyfriend, Cameron, asks from beside you.

"Well, the bouquet toss is when the bride throws her flowers, and whoever catches the bouquet will be the next one to get married," you explain.

Cameron looks down at you like an excited puppy. "Can I join?"

"You can, but—"

"Yes!" Cameron's fists pump the air before rushing toward the other single ladies.

You shake your head, chuckling in amusement.

"Cameron knows he needs to be single to be with the others, right?" Artemis says, sitting in Cameron's chair.

"Let's just leave him," you say. "Cameron's never been to a wedding before, and I think it's sweet he wants to join in on the festivities. Especially since it's Conner's and M'gann's big day."

"One... Two... Three!"

M'gann throws the bouquet over her shoulder, and you watch as everyone desperately jumps to catch it.

Lucas announces, "And the lucky lady is..."

Now you know your boyfriend is tall, at least taller than the average male, but you didn't expect Cameron to grab the bouquet mid-air.

"Icicle Junior?"

Artemis burst into laughter, and so does the rest of the guests. Conner congratulates his friend, patting Cameron on the back while your boyfriend shows the bouquet off as if it were a trophy.

"Looks like you're next to get married," Artemis teases, nudging you playfully.

You stare at Cameron across the dance floor, catching his blue eyes looking back at you in bliss. He gestures to the bouquet before winking at you.

You lean into your chair, smiling to yourself. "I guess I am."

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rose-of-many-colors · 1 year

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Icicle Jr. x Female Vampire Reader headcanons

Junior was definitely scared of you at first

Thought you were gonna drain him of his blood

You thought he was cute for being scared of you

Junior developing a crush on you after saved him from Superboy

You asked Junior out first

No way he could say no to you, you basically saved his life

FLIRTING

Flirting 24/7, which annoys the other Onslaught members

Psimon being the most desturbed since he can hear your's and Junior's thoughts

Junior allowing you to drink his blood even though it gives you brain freeze

You and Junior going on double dates with M'gnn and Conner but at night since the sun gives you burns

Him calling you his Vampire and any other name he can think of

You calling him Freezerpop and Popcicle

Junior hating those names but deals with them because he loves you

His dad being low key terrified of you but trying to hide it

The other Ice Villians being just as scared

The Justice babies being more scared since you are faster and stronger than their fastest and strongest members(Kid Flash, and Superboy)

Junior being protective over you since yalls enemies can use your weakness against Onslaught

#icicle jr. x reader #icicle jr x reader #young justice x reader

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silverdecepticon93 · 4 years

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Icicle Junior: Let’s watch Shark Boy and Lava Girl and make out during the scary parts.

You: The- The scary parts?

You: Of Shark Boy and Lava Girl?

#Y/n is confusion #Icicle junior #Icicle Junior x reader #Icicle Junior x you #Young justice x reader #young justice x you #Young justice incorrect quotes #DC incorrect quotes #Dc villains incorrect quotes

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dc-fanfics · 4 years

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Icicle J: So, are you and Y/N together?

Klarion: No.

...

Icicle J: What do you call a young child?

Klarion: A child

Icicle J: No, a really young one. Like an infant.

Klarion: Baby?

Y/N: Yeah?

...

Klarion: You sneaky little-

#incorrect qoutes #incorrect qoutes young justice #icicle junior #klarion #klarion x you #klarion x reader #young justice

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moon-kn1ght · 3 years

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stay.

Pairing: Marcus Pike x Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: mentions of high school, mentions of shrek the musical (i’m sry), fluff, pining,

A/N: this is for @emmikmil! I’ve had so much fun writing this for you and dropping by your ask box often. I hope you enjoy! thank you to @wyn-dixie for the beta!

listen to a similarly vibed playlist here || masterlist

“I just don’t get how I was able to spend so much time away from you Marcus!!” you laugh at your friend on the couch next to you, “Eight years later, and your movie commentary is still making me laugh my ass off.” The credits roll on the movie that you two had been watching, and even though the movie had not originally been a comedy, Marcus Pike had made you laugh so much that your abs hurt.

“Now that we’re both in D.C., I can tell you that you’re going to get tired of it. I may be older but my time in the FBI has stunted my humor level back to where it was in high school,” Marcus jeered. His smile had the same youthful exuberance that it did when you two were kids, working for the government hadn’t taken that away yet. His eyes still held that warm kindness that had drawn you to be his friend all those years ago.

You and Marcus were best friends back in your shared hometown of Troy, Ohio. You two had bonded at age fourteen over a desire to get the hell out of your small town. While your friendship was built on a mutual distaste of home, it grew to be much more than that. Your high school years were remembered with moments of utter joy with Marcus by your side.

There were summer adventures into the countryside to find streams to swim in to beat the unbearable heat. There were late night ‘study sessions’ that routinely involved borrowing Marcus’s older sister’s car to go get McDonald’s and sit and talk for hours. You went to every single one of his football games (even though he was third string). And you were there the one game in four years that he was on the field and caught a pass that resulted in a game-winning touchdown.

He was there for your break-out role as the Gingerbread Man in the school’s production of Shrek the Musical. He saw it every night. And he was there when your date to junior-year homecoming didn’t show up, and even though he vowed to not go to a school dance that year, he stepped in as your last-minute date (and funny enough, your original date showed up with a black eye on Monday, but you never heard the details…).

Maybe you’ve been apart for longer than you two actually knew each other, but the friendship that you two shared in those years could have been enough to last a lifetime. Luckily, with both of you now working in D.C., it doesn’t have to be. Maybe now you can experience another lifetime of friendship, but this time as adults.

You have been silent for a moment too long when Marcus interrupts, “Hey, you still here?”

“Sorry, yeah,” you respond. “I was just thinking about how you never told me how my ex-homecoming date, Brian, ended up with a black eye after he stood me up?”

The memory makes him laugh, “That information is on a need-to-know basis. But what I can say is that conversation was quite helpful to draw on when I was learning interrogation skills at Quantico.”

“I KNEW IT!!” you yelp. You grab the throw pillow from your side of the couch and reel back to playfully hit him with it, but he’s too quick—he reaches and yanks it out of your hands, landing his own solid thwack against your stomach. This elicits a squeal from you, “HEY! Not fair, Mr. FBI. You can’t use your super-agent skills against me, that’s got to be a ground rule.”

“I was only acting in self-defense,” he contends, but releases the offending pillow from his grasp. “But if you insist, I will let you take a retaliatory hit at me, to keep things fair.”

“Hmmm. Now I don’t trust you, Pike. I’m pretty sure you’re the type that would remember where I’m …” You were going to finish the sentence with the word ‘ticklish,’ but you can see the shift in Marcus’s eyes, meaning he knew the end of your sentence before you said it. He lunges towards you, and you’re able to call out an “OH NO!” before he’s on top of you, hands attacking the spots on your body that, of course, he does remember are ticklish.

Everything devolves into laughter. Radiant joy fills your living room, joy that you haven’t experienced in so long.

When you’re able to squirm away and catch your breath, you release a thought that had been on your mind all night, “Marcus, I missed you. I missed you so much.”

You could live forever in the incredibly tender way that he looks at you.

“I’ve missed you too, Ging” he says, reminding you of your high school nickname that formed from your silly but wonderful role in the musical. Like old times, Marcus can still sense the melancholy that hides behind your smile, “hey, we both did it. We made it out. And now we’ve found each other again. Nothing is going to take you away from me now, friends for life, remember?”

You two hug, and time could stop for all you care.

—X—

“I can’t believe I let you drag me to a Quantico bar!” you grumble humorously as you slide out of the Uber you and Marcus shared back to your place. “I know So Many great bars in D.C. proper, and I let you drag me to the suburbs, just to be ogled by a bunch of middle-aged men in ill-fitting suits. I’m never going to forgive you for this one.”

You both are laughing in earnest at your condemnation of the rather dive-y establishment you both got probably a little too toasted at for a Thursday night. You were right, the place was filled with the Special Agent-type that Marcus worked with every day, which is likely why it was tinted in rose-color in his memory.

“In my defense, I am not a woman, so how could I…” the words drunkenly tumble from Marcus’s lips. “Wait I take that back, let me rephrase…”

You spin around to shoot lasers into Marcus as his drunk ramble verges on being problematic. You wag your finger at him, “Hey, watch it captain.” He stops in his tracks and you, tipsy as well, step towards him, maintaining eye contact and continuing the silly motion of your finger, until you two are a breath apart.

He doesn’t back up, in fact, he leans into the proximity of your bodies. “Yes ma’am, I’m gonna shut up, I promise,” he blathers. You rest your palms against his chest, fingers grabbing at his wrinkled dress shirt. The alcohol coursing through your veins is giving you a confidence that you weren’t quite ever able to manifest in all those years ago. His hands come up to rest against your upper arms, not pushing you away but also not yet closing the remaining distance between your bodies.

“Yeah, you better. If you don’t, I’ll have to…” your thought stops short from completing as what’s left of your sober brain starts to comprehend how much contact you have with Marcus. Heat and energy pass through each junction of your bodies, his fingers on your arms, your hands against his muscled chest. Were your feet touching too?

“Or you’ll have to what?” Marcus probes, finally releasing the breath he took in the moment your bodies touched.

His voice prompts you to look up from where you had been staring intently into the wrinkles of his once-pristine dress shirt. His eyes are boring holes into where he’d been staring at your head, desperately waiting for you to do something.

Gods, you want to kiss him so badly right now. You want to kiss him hard and desperate to make up for all the years apart. You want to kiss him soft and tender, so he’ll never leave again.

But what if he doesn’t feel the same way? You can’t destroy this absolutely magnetic friendship that you’ve regained after all these years, just for one kiss. But what if he does feel the same way?

You break away from Marcus. You can feel the energy that’s been coursing through your body from his break as you sever each individual point of contact. You can feel each finger leave the surface of his chest and travel through the suddenly chillier D.C. air. His hands slide down your arms. The last of the contact of your bodies breaks as he squeezes his thumb and pointer finger against your pinky.

“I should go,” Marcus says, fracturing the prolonged eye contact by looking down to the pavement. You look down too, your energy shattered by the sudden loss of contact. “Let’s do this again.” The sound of his voice still holds the joy that filled you both tonight, even as his eyes search the ground for something better to say.

—X—

He always smelled like cedarwood. You can still smell it around you as you close your front door and lean back against it. You know you're going to feel this emptiness tomorrow, a different kind of hangover than the tequila sitting in your stomach threatens you with.

Suddenly, there’s a knock on the door and you jump out of your disappointment. You look out the peephole and it’s Marcus, fidgeting awkwardly. You open the door, “Hey, did you forget some...” you start to ask but he cuts you off.

“Hey sorry for probably scaring you, but I felt something back there. I don’t know if you felt the same thing, but I was wondering if I could kiss you? And if the answer is no, we can forget …” Now it’s your turn to interrupt him. You grab a hold of his shirt in the same place you held him in the parking lot. You pull against him and he leans down and kisses you.

It’s like something in each of you breaks. A floodgate of emotion opens, channeled through this kiss. Your lips search each other for answers you’ve been longing for since the beginning of time.

One of his hands holds your face, while the other finally roams your body. It’s almost as if he’s charting himself a map, so he’ll never lose you again. It traces down your neck, across your shoulders, phantom fingers on your breasts. You’re not sure if his hand is leaving icicles or flames in its wake, but he has every nerve in your body standing on end.

You break from this kiss, but you don’t travel further than to just murmur against his lips. “Marcus are you sure?” you whisper.

He looks down at you and his eyes shine with more joy than you’d ever seen. You cup his cheek in your hand and all his words, all his ability to profess his love dies in his throat because of the simple gesture. He smiles and nods and whispers your name. You could get used to this, the feeling of his lips on yours and your bodies locked together.

“Let’s stay like this forever,” Marcus says, reading your mind.

“Yes. Forever,” you reply and kiss him again.

fin.

#sl fic challenge #marcus pike x reader #marcus pike x you #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal #the mentalist fanfiction #the mentalist #my writing

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grogusmum · 3 years

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99 Miles From L.A.

PART OF THE DON’T GIVE UP AU

It's another song inspired Frankie fluff and angst fic... I know, I know

As always, the reader in my moodboards are just for vibes, not what for physical description - it you, baby! IT. YOU. 💚

99 Miles from L.A. by Art Garfunkel

FRANKIE X F!READER

WORD COUNT: 2500ish

WARNINGS: angst, fluff, implied sex, smoochies, handsyness, a 1990s high school dance, language, hints of PTSD if you squint and inaccuracies in how the military works (as always, if you see something, say something- let me know if I missed anything!)

NOTE/SUMMARY (because I don't know what I’m doing!) Frankie remembering how you met, fell in love and and then broke it off, before getting back together, marrying and having Lucia. (I went back and forth on how to indicate memories, if it’s unclear shoot me a message)

Frankie was holding out hope, as he drove his pickup truck along the highway, toward LA, toward you. You had lost touch years ago, somewhere along his deployment to Iraq.

After returning from Yemen, he went back to his mother's house to help her downsize to a condo. After fussing at the state of him, she fed him and sent him up to clean out what was left of his stuff, after a couple weeks of good cooking and sleeping in his childhood bed, which was far too soft, he felt like they were making real headway. A week before moving day, he found a stack of old photos of the two of you while you were dating, in his desk.

Pictures from school dances and house parties, pictures from that old Polaroid camera you found at the local thrift store- it cost you more money to buy the film. But those polaroids were his favorite, as they were of moments when it was just the two of you.

This was The One, he thought, as he gazed at the picture you took of the two of you on the sandbar. Frankie had planned to marry you, but things got so messed up. He looked at the photos far too long, he found his eyes wet, rubbing his face with his palm, he told himself to get moving.

So he tucked them into his duffle bag and got back to work. After dinner, he went to see some old high school friends at the local bar. It was from one of your friends, he got a bead on where you landed... he decided to take a chance.

Keeping my eyes on the road, I see you

Keeping my hands on the wheel, I hold you

99 miles from L.A.

I kiss you, I miss you

Please be there

As Frankie drove his mind wandered to memories, he had been avoiding. He didn't even want to go to the stupid junior semi-formal. His mama pressed him to go, to meet people. He was new to the school. An army brat, always new to every school...

He got to the gymnasium doors and he could hear "Gonna Make You Sweat" by C&C Music Factory. He rolled his eyes and turned, his mom's car was still there. She was watching to make sure he went in.

Ma, come on, he mouthed.

"!Ponte en marcha, Francisco!" Get going, Francisco. She did not mouth the words. Frankie almost turned as beet red as he had back then, just remembering her carrying voice.

This time he rolled his eyes so hard, his head followed, then his body turned to follow them. He went in, head down, pulling at his tie.

It was like every other school gym, but tonight it was decorated for a winter theme, so light blue, and white streamers, balloons, white snowflakes, and silver icicles. Given the climate of the region, he just looked around like, why?

He soon spotted you, like so many girls in the early 90s, you were wearing a slip dress with spaghetti straps. You stood out to him, not because you looked like Winona Ryder, but you invoked Winona Ryder, in a plum velvet dress, he couldn't see your feet but he was almost positive you were wearing boots... he had harbored a crush on her since Beetlejuice, so he was smitten immediately. Frankie remembered with a smile thinking you were probably one of those Alt Girls, who weren’t interested in Army Brats.

He was right about your interest in alternative music and such, but you didn't care at all that his dad was Army. Not that you didn’t have opinions about the military, boy did you...

Frankie watched you, from the bleachers for a while, and when you pulled away from your Alt Kid pack to get something from the refreshment table he approached. Raising his voice over the music, Frankie leaned in a little so you could hear him over the music and chatter, "Hey."

"Hey."

"I'm, um, Frankie"

"Hi, Um-Frankie," you said with a smirk and a wink.

Oh, yeah, he was hooked. He asked your name and if you wanted to dance, you both looked up at the ceiling as if that helped you hear the very loud music better, “Baby, Baby” by Amy Grant was about halfway through, and laughed.

“Maybe the next one,” you said taking a sip of your drink.

You both stood a little awkwardly side by side, watching your classmates dance. When the song ended, you both listened like your lives depended on it. “Wicked Game”, Chris Isaak. He looked at you, eyebrows raised, for your verdict. You kept eye contact, eyebrows also raised, as you took another sip, threw the cup in the trash. When you held out your hand, you scrunched your nose. His stomach flipped, then he smiled, his single dimple on display.

Frankie recalled you saying later that was when you, in turn, were hooked. That dimple.

You led him to the dance floor and turned to face each other and he placed his hands on your waist. You put your hands on his shoulders, and for all the cool Winona vibes and sassy winks, holding each other like this made you look at him a little shyly, maybe your stomach just did a summersault like his was. As with most teenagers, slow dances were less about dancing as they were about having an excuse to hold each other three to four minutes, the price being the need to shift one's weight rhythmically (hopefully) back and forth.

Frankie stepped in a bit, he felt your breath hitch, you were so close to each other now. He stared at your lashes, your cupids bow (though he had no idea of its name), the details in your eyes. By the bridge, you had your head on Frankie's shoulder, you smelled like an orange grove... he told himself that it was probably just your soap. Probably.

He remembered kissing you that night. Just a sweet kiss goodnight, on your porch. After walking you home, you sat on the porch swing patting the spot next to you.

Frankie sat and you both turned, each placing a knee up on the swing so you were facing each other comfortably. You talked about classes, music, movies, whatever, just to keep the night from ending. All the while, Frankie's eyes would flit down to your mouth and back to your eyes. Finally, you said, "are you going to just keep looking at my lips, or are you going to kiss me already?"

Frankie half smiled and gave a pleased laugh, just like he did that night, as he remembered, the sweet softness of your kiss. How you both wanted more, but you leaned back, and smirked, "So, Um-Frankie, I'll see you at school Monday?" With a wink, you went into the house.

Turning the radio on, we're dancing

Passing a white sandy beach, we're sailing

99 miles from L.A.

I want you, I need you

Please be there

Frankie passed another mile marker, looked at the clock on the dash... his mind wandered to the best summer he had ever known, you took him sailing for the first time. He loved the water, an avid swimmer, ridden in speed boats, paddled canoes but had never sailed. You grew up with it, swimming, sailing, fishing, clamming...

On your small sailboat, you taught him the parts of the boat, beginning with the type of sailboat you were sailing, a dinghy, which, Frankie thought was a riot. You agreed it was a ridiculous and reductive name for your baby, Hermia. You taught him terms and phrases he needed to know like, “coming about”. You both laughed at the really ridiculous ones, like “cockswaine” and “baggywrinkle”, that he didn't really need to know, you just thought they were funny.

You took a picture with the Polaroid when he manned the tiller and didn’t get mad when he ran the boat aground (another vocabulary word he learned) on a sand bar. You just laughed and shouted “LAND HO!!” unnecessarily, then hopped out of the boat. You dropped anchor and pulled out a boombox, set it on the seat, and turned it on. You had long turned Frankie on to Peter Gabriel, he smiled when he heard the beginning notes of his favorite album.

Frankie pulled the cooler out of the boat and set it on the sand. Soon, you were chatting about nothing of consequence, as you ate your lunch sometimes taking another "snap" with the camera.

"Why Hermia?" Frankie asked suddenly.

"Oh, um, it's from Shakespeare," you said, almost apologetically, knowing it probably sounds a little high falutin, "she is described in Midsummer Nights Dream by her friend- 'though she be little, she is fierce'. I've always kind of liked it."

He leaned across the food and drinks and kissed you, "you too, are fierce."

Frankie huffed and smiled as his memory reached your first time-

You smiled wide, and ran into the water, and disappeared for a moment after a surface dive. You came up, calling, “Frankie come swim with me!” He was with you in an instant.

“It’s deeper than I expected,” He said, the water up to his chest. He dunked and swam around you. You suddenly submerged, slapping the water with your feet together like a fishtail.

“Hey, mermaid, where’d you go?”

It was a long moment before you came up. Your face shining, as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders... then your legs around his waist. He was taken by surprise and instinctively pulled his hips back, as his body was quick to react to you. You pressed against him, eyes on his.

He half smiled, "you sure?”

“I am, Francisco,” you smirked and gave a wink.

Your lips crashed into his, and he held you tightly against him. Frankie's lips traveled down your neck hitting your bare shoulder, smelling of lotion, tasting of salt and you, his mouth traveled further, hitting your collarbone. You moaned and moved your arms to wrap around his neck, the sound went through him like a lightning bolt.

To his dismay, you unhitched your ankles from each other and let your legs float a little. He whined at the break in contact, but he needn't have worried... you whispered in his ear, “help me with my bathing suit bottoms.”

The windshield is covered with rain, I'm crying

Pressing my foot on the gas, I'm flying

99 miles from L.A.

We're laughing, we're loving

Please be there

Frankie, looked at the fuel gauge, he needed to stop and refill. He made a quick stop, filled the tank, got a drink, and got some 'gas station flowers'. The neighboring pump was being used by a young couple. They were having a fight in the car. He tried not to pay it any attention, but with all his reminiscing, his mind couldn't help but go back to when everything got so screwed up.

He knew you had every right to be mad, you had applied to schools together, you got into two, in California, together. You had spent months planning together. When he told you he enlisted, it was a blow.

“Frankie, you didn't even tell me this was a thing you were thinking about,” you sputtered, eyes glistening.

“You don’t make it easy,” Frankie said defensively.

“I- I don't make- shit Frankie!” Angry tears were running down your cheeks, which he knew you hated. It twisted his insides whenever you cried.

He tried to come closer, to bring you in, for a hug.

“No, you don’t get to do that! We made so many plans and you're just throwing them away -”

He tried to explain, about legacies, and pressure, about the benefits of the military. Finally, he broke, ‘I didn’t get all the aid we need to afford it,” he muttered, looking down with his hands stuffed in his jeans pockets.

Your demeanor changed entirely, "oh, no! Frankie, I'm so sorry! I still- I wish you told me. You can tell me anything."

"So, they'll pay for school, on the GI bill, or whatever..." he took his ball cap off rubbed his hair.

"I'll defer a year, we can go after you get out."

His eyes got wide, starting to well. He shook his head, you would do that for him, he couldn't let you. But after a week of back and forth, you convinced him that working for a year or so, would be better for you anyway.

He was out of basic, his hair buzzed, his first deployment was in Bosnia. It was a relief to him that you agreed that Bosnia needed help, “I mean ethnic cleansing!? What the fuck?!” You tried to be clear, that you didn’t hate the troops, but the Military-Industrial Complex, how vets weren't cared for after, struggling when they come back from doing unspeakable things in the name of the country. He knew you hated it and mostly he understood you. But there were times he just wanted you to be supportive the way other soldiers' girlfriends and boyfriends were, not a conscientious objector.

You told him, you could try to be both. You wrote to him the whole time he was overseas, sent him care packages, with sweet notes, his favorite candy, polaroids of you, not just sexy stuff but pictures of you with his mama and his dog, taken at your weekly dinners at her house. And when his tour was short you started reminding him of the plans to go to California together for school.

But, after Bosnia was Iraq, after that he informed you about Afghanistan. You cried and stormed at him.

"How long am I going to have to keep waiting, Frankie? I put everything on hold! I- I was glad to, I learned a lot... but I want to go to school, I want you to go- I want us to go to California like we planned. Besides, you have nightmares, sometimes you look so far away, and I can't reach you- remember when we watched the firewor- -"

"I was picked, hand-picked for an opportunity to go into Special Ops. I can't just throw it away."

"But," you breathed, tears were streaming, "what about us?"

Reading the signs on the road, I write you

Counting the telephone poles, I phone you

99 miles from L.A.

We're laughing, we're loving

Please be there

Frankie wiped the tears that were silently running down his cheeks away, and muttered "idiota."

He had been so lost in his memories, following the GPS on autopilot that he suddenly realized he was in your neighborhood. The sun was going down when he arrived at the address your friend had given him. As he pulled out of his cell, he took a deep breath and punched the number written on a napkin.

The phone rang, rang again, one more ti-

"Hello," it was you, he knew your voice anywhere.

"Um, hey mermaid," Frankie ventures. "It's-"

"Frankie? Is it- I- oh, my g- how are you?"

"I'm, um, good?"

"Aren't you sure?"

He smiled at your good-natured snark.

"Well, no I guess I'm not sure. I hoped- I wanted to see you."

Frankie waited with bated breath, the moment spun out.

Very quietly, you finally spoke, "okay. Um, when?"

Frankie, all but gulped, "I'm uh, so I talked to Jax, I was back home helping out Mama, and she, she, gave me your contact information..."

"Yeah..."

"I'm out front," he blurted then held his breath, realizing this might have been a bad idea.

"You- you- you're here?" Your voice was so small.

"Yeah."

Quiet, he waited.

Nothing.

Then your front door opened, you stood there, eyes shining, phone in hand.

Frankie stepped out of the truck and came around.

You looked more beautiful to him than his memories, more beautiful to him than the photos could capture, as you crossed the porch and seemed to glide down the steps.

Frankie met you at the bottom of the stairs, you stood at the bottom step. You drank him in, your eyes roving over his face, his scruff, the mandatory ball cap. Frankie basked in your closeness. His heart nearly stopping when you took his face gently in your hands as if trying to determine if he was real.

Your eyes landed and remained on his sweet brown eyes.

"How are you here?"

"I- I missed my mermaid..."

Both pairs of eyes, afraid to blink and have the other vanish, soft and glistening. From the step, it was easy to wrap your arms around Frankie's neck, eyes streaming freely now. Frankie felt your breath on the shell of his ear, and then you murmured, "I've missed the one I chose to stay on land for."

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Frost (Jason Todd x Reader)

Request: No.

Prompt: You’re a meta-human that gets caught by the Justice League but Batman has other ideas.

Relationships: Jason Todd x Reader

Warnings: Death, Cursing

Word Count: 8592

(E/C) - Eye Colour

(B/N) - Brother’s Name

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(Y/N)’s POV

I walked into the local 24/7 shop and removed my sunglasses but kept my head down avoiding eye-contact with anyone as I got some snacks,

“Give me the money!” I heard someone yell gaining my attention as I lifted my head to see the counter-assistant at gun-point, I mentally groaned as I approached the criminal and shot an icicle at his hand knocking the gun from it then grabbing his throat as condensation smoke came off my hand, the criminal stared at me with fear before I knocked him out and turned the counter-assistant paying for the snacks in my hand,

“You may want to call the police and shut the shop until they arrived” I say as I put my sunglasses on, he nodded and I went to leave

“Thank you” He said, I nodded and left, I pulled out my burner phone and called the only number on it,

“Frost” My assailant answered,

“I need you to get me a flight from Heathrow airport” I demanded, they sighed

“What’d you do?” They questioned as I continued to walk down the street, towards my apartment,

“I stopped a robbery” I answered before there was a scream as a van was speeding down the pavement, my eyes widened as I noticed a group of school children trying to escape the vans path, I ran towards the van and slid underneath it, freezing the tires to the pavements jolting it to an immediate stop, I stood up and noticed everyone staring at me since my hood had fallen down revealing my snow-white hair and my sunglasses had also came off revealing my icy-white iris’,

“Frost? Frost?!” A worried voice came through my phone,

“I’m fine. Get me that flight” I sighed hanging up as I threw my hood up again and took off running, I got into my apartment and packed my essentials and left.

***

I jolted forward as the plane had a rough landing, there was multiple terrified whispers, I unbuckled myself and stood up, collecting my hand-luggage, heading towards the cock-pit,

“We’re on fire. I repeat, we’re on fire and evacuating” I heard the pilot say before they came out and jumped since I was there,

“I can put it out” I say, his eyes widened at my appearance but he nodded and opened the door releasing the slide, I went down and around to the other side to find that the entire wing was on fire, I took a deep breath before extending my arms towards it and firing snow and frost towards it slowly extinguishing it, the Justice league arrived as I completely extinguished the fire,

“See I told you, it’s not Killer Frost” Flash said as they approached me.

“Please, don’t touch me. I’ll come with you without resistance” I begged causing them all to stop,

“How are we supposed to take her if we can’t touch her?” Wonder woman questioned,

“Where are you taking her?” A young girl asked as she came over to me,

“Nancy. Nancy!” A woman yelled as the flight crew held her back,

“She’s not bad! She saved us!” The young girl yelled taking me back a little as she stood in front of me, I smiled slightly before crouching down to her,

“Hey Nancy” I say making her turn to me, “They’re just taking me back to Headquarters, okay? They’re my friends” I lied, she nodded “But as thanks for standing up for me you can have this” I say before creating a snowflake necklace out of ice, her eyes lit up as I put it on her, taking extra caution not touching her, “That will never melt or break, so you’ll be able to remember the day you stood up for me” I say standing up, she beamed up at me before hugging my legs causing me to tense up, she let go and ran off to her mother making me sigh in relief as I looked up to the League, to find the Batmobile there,

“You’ll be taken by Batman” Superman said, I nodded as I approached Batman, we got into the Batmobile, we arrived at a cave, which I presumed to be the ‘Batcave’

“Batman, where are you? Batman, do you copy?” Green Lanterns voice asked through the com, I raised an eyebrow

“You’re not taking me to them?” I asked looking towards him,

“They all think you’re a villain. Have you heard of Killer Frost before?” He said as we got out of the vehicle,

“Briefly” I answered,

“Well, they believe that you’re her daughter” He stated,

“And you don’t?” I asked, he hummed

“Well, I never seen a villain stop a robbery, or an attempted terrorist attack, or save a plane full of passengers. And to top it all off I’ve never seen one create a necklace for a child that stood up for them” He explained,

“So, what are you going to do with me?” I questioned,

“Give you a home” He answered making my eyes widened as he removed his mask revealing himself to be Bruce Wayne, “What’s your name?” He asked,

“(Y/N) (L/N), but my ‘friends’ call me Frost” I introduced,

“Come on, I’ll introduce you to the others” He said as we walked towards a staircase,

“Wait, do you have a holding cell down here?” I asked, he raised an eyebrow

“Yes, why?” He answered turning to me,

“You may trust me, but I don’t trust myself with my abilities when I’m sleeping” I reply, he sighed

“If it would make you happy” He said as he showed me to the cell, I dumped my bag inside then followed him upstairs into the Wayne Manor, there was chatter coming from the living room and we entered to see three young men, a young woman, two teenage boys, two young girls and a young boy all talking to each-other, I lowered my head hiding my eyes, Bruce cleared his throat gaining all their attention, “Everyone, I’d like you to meet (Y/N) (L/N), she’s going to be staying with us” Bruce introduced me, I gave a small wave not looking up.

“Why won’t she make eye-contact with us?” One of the boys asked,

“Too scared” Another answered, I lifted my head looking at them which took them all back, minus the young woman, who got up and approached me

“Hello, I‘m Koriand'r but you can call me Kori Anders or Starfire” She introduced smiling at me as she held out her hand,

“Don’t take this the wrong way, Kori but I don’t handshake or touch other people” I say,

“Why?” Someone scoffed,

“Do you me to touch you? You arrogant piece of sh-”

“(Y/N) enough” Bruce warned, I rolled my eyes and folded my arms glaring at the brat, Kori sat back down with one of the young men and one of the young girls, Bruce sighed “That’s Damian Wayne. Tim Drake. Jason Todd, his son JJ Todd. Roy Harper, his daughter Lian Harper. Dick Grayson, his and Kori’s daughter Mar’i Grayson” Bruce pointed to each of them, JJ had walked over to me and looked up to me, tilting his head and narrowing his eyes, I sat cross-legged in front of him as I noticed Jason getting up making his way towards us, I opened my hand revealing a snowflake which cause him to smile as I gently blew it causing it to fly towards him and land on his nose before melting he giggled causing me to smile slightly as I stood up,

“Again” he giggled,

“Maybe tomorrow” I say, he pouted looking down at the floor, I noticed all eyes were on me as I held my hand above his head causing it to snow lightly, he gasped looking upwards and laughing as he ran in circles in it, I looked up to see Jason staring at me, he looked away once I caught him, I stopped the snow making JJ pout again, “If your Dad’s okay with it, we can play with more snow tomorrow” I say, JJ ran over to Jason and hugged his legs

“Please can I play with (Y/N) tomorrow?” JJ begged, Jason chuckled as he picked JJ up,

“I’ll think about it” He answered,

“So you can create snow, so what?” Damian scoffed,

“I can do more than that” I growled.

***

I woke up to someone tapping on the glass of the cell, I sat up to find Mar’i staring at me, I gave her a small wave and she smiled as I stood up and exited the cell,

“Are you bad?” She questioned as we made our way upstairs, I had been living with Bruce for a month,

“No” I answered,

“Then why do you sleep in the cell? Grandpa only uses that for bad people” She said,

“Well, I don’t trust myself with my abilities when I’m sleeping. I have nightmares which causes me to shoot shards of ice from my body when I’m sleeping” I explained as we entered the kitchen to find Kori, Dick, Bruce, Damian and Tim eating,

“Where did you go?” Kori asked Mar’i as we sat down,

“I went to wake Auntie (Y/N)!” She exclaimed, stunning me,

“Sweetie, (Y/N) may not like you calling her that” Dick said, her eyes widened as she clung to my arms

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know” She apologised, I ruffled her hair giving her a small smile, Bruce had created me some gloves so I could touch other people with my hands, it’s been extremely helpful since I babysit the kids when they’re doing their nightly activities, I’ve also learnt that as long as I don’t have skin-to-skin contact with someone they won’t freeze into an ice statue.

“Call me whatever you want, Mar’i” I say as Alfred placed our breakfasts in front of us, “Thanks” I say,

“Killer Frost Junior” Damian muttered, I glared at him as he went to drink his juice, but I froze it and turned my attention to my breakfast, “What the-” Damian said as he tilted his cup upside down, “(L/N)” He growled, I raised an eyebrow as I turned to him,

“What?” I asked,

“Turn my orange juice back” He demanded, I scoffed turning back to my breakfast and unfreezing it causing it to pour all over the table,

“Master Damian!” Alfred scolded making me smirk as I finished my breakfast and put it for the wash,

“Next time you call me Killer Frost Junior, I’ll make it worse than spilt orange juice. Understood?” I whispered to Damian as I bent down to him,

“Fine” He growled,

“Good boy” I say patting his head and leaving the kitchen.

“Bye Auntie (Y/N)!” Mar’i yelled as she ran into the living room giving me a hug,

“Bye Mar’i, have fun at school” I say as I walked her to the front door, where Dick was waiting,

“Bye (Y/N)” Lian said,

“See you Friday for movie night” I waved, she smiled and nodded as she followed Roy out of the house,

“(Y/N)! (Y/N)! (Y/N)!” JJ yelled as he ran down the stairs in his Pjs, I chuckled as he jumped into my arms, I spun him around before putting him on his feet

“Are you not going to Pre-school?” I questioned,

“Nope! Daddy called me in sick” He smiled, I raised an eyebrow as Jason made his way downstairs,

“Did he now?” I asked as we made eye-contact,

“He said he had a stomach ache” Jason replied,

“If you’ve got a stomach ache we won’t be able to play today” I say, his eyes widened

“No! I just wanted to play with you all day! I didn’t want to go to school and miss out on the fun!” He whined, I sighed

“Well…” I trailed off as I crouched down to him, “Since it’s too late to go now, I guess we’ll have to play” I say, he smiled at me

“Can Daddy join us too?!” He asked,

“Well it depends if he wants to join us” I say as we both looked up at him,

“Wouldn’t miss it” He said giving us a small smile,

“Yes!” JJ yelled as he jumped at Jason, who caught him and picked him up as I stood up,

“Go get your breakfast and then we’ll plan what we’re going to do” I say.

***

We arrived at a park and JJ ran off to play as Jason and myself watched on a nearby bench,

“How come you’re so timid around adults than you’re with children?” He asked,

“Children aren’t scared by my appearance” I answered,

“I wasn’t scared of it. I still aren’t” He said making me smile slightly,

“If you saw the full extent to my abilities you would be” I say before JJ ran over to us

“Daddy, play with me” He demanded as he pulled at Jason’s hand, Jason got up and allowed JJ to drag him away, I smiled as I watched them

“You’re a lucky woman to have a man like him” An older woman said as she sat next to me,

“Oh we’re not-He’s-” I stammered making her chuckle

“Well, you sure fooled me dear” She smiled before my phone began to ring,

“Hello?” I answered,

“Miss (Y/N), would you mind picking Master Damian from school? Master Bruce and myself are occupied” Alfred asked,

“What’s happened?” I asked,

“It seems that Master Damian has attacked his teacher” He answered.

“I’ll go get him and hopefully clear the situation up while I’m at it” I say, he sighed in relief

“Thank you” He said,

“No worries Alfred. See you soon” I say before hanging up,

“Jason!” I yelled as I stood up, he came over to me,

“Damian’s got into trouble at school and needs to be picked up” I say, he groaned and picked JJ up,

“Let’s go get the demon spawn” He said as we made our way to the car, we pulled up in the school car park,

“I’ll be back soon” I sighed as I got out of the car and entered the school reception,

“Yes?” The receptionist asked,

“I’m here for Damian Wayne” I say,

“Follow me” He said as he came out from the desk and lead me to the Principal’s office, he knocked on the door before opening it, I found that Damian, the Principal and a teacher was sat inside, I sat down next to Damian and removed my sunglasses making both of their eyes widened.

“What seems to be the problem?” I asked,

“Who are you?” The Principle asked,

“(Y/N) (L/N), a family friend of the Wayne’s” I introduced,

“Well, Miss (L/N), Damian attacked Mr Lowe here” The Principle explained mentioning the teacher, I raised an eyebrow examining him,

“Why?” I asked,

“I don’t-”

“I wasn’t asking you Mr Lowe” I snap cutting him off, I turned to Damian “Why?” I repeated,

“He was being racist, talking about my background” Damian mumbled, my fists clenched

“Lying b*stard” Mr Lowe hissed making my eyes widened, Damian stiffened as I rose out of my seat and lent towards Mr Lowe covering the table in frost,

“Listen here you piece of sh*t. Damian may come from a different background than yourself but that gives you no right to be a racist b*stard” I growled glaring at him as he seemed to cower away,

“Miss (L/N)” The Principle warned,

“And you, you call yourself a Principal of a school. A school that’s full of children that you’re supposed to protect from incidents such as this” I say glaring at him.

“I’m sorry” Mr Lowe apologised repetitively making me raise an eyebrow,

“You both disgust me, now I expect you to allow Damian back into school next week and ensure that all the teachers and students know the consequences of bullying, being racist, homophobic towards others. And I want this pathetic excuse of a man to be fired and to make sure that when he goes for other jobs that they know how much of a racist tw*t he is. Do I make myself clear?” I say, they both nodded so I stood up straight, “Come along Damian” I say as I opened the office door, Damian rose from his seat and left the office, I put my sunglasses on and left the office myself “Are you okay?” I asked as I walked alongside him through the corridor, he nodded, I sighed as we left the school and got into the car,

“Everything alright?” Jason asked,

“Peachy” I answered,

“Is Uncle Damian joining our fun-day?” JJ asked,

“I’m afraid our fun-day’s going to carry on at the Manor JJ” I say, he cheered as Jason pulled out of the car park and headed home.

***

“Movie night!” I heard Lian yell as the front door slammed open,

“Lian you can’t just barge into people’s houses like that” Roy scolded making me chuckle as I got up and headed towards the front door,

“Dad, this isn’t a random person’s house, it’s family” She said folding her arms,

“Where do you get your sass from?” Roy questioned,

“Mr Alfred” She answered,

“Well, if it isn’t the queen of sass; Lian Harper” I say announcing my presence,

“Auntie (Y/N)!” She yelled as she ran over to me and gave me a hug, I returned it

“Been good?” I asked as she pulled away

“Obviously” She said causing me to shake my head

“How about you get out of your school clothes and then we’ll have some fun as we wait for the other two” I say, she smiled and ran upstairs,

“You spoil her too much” He said,

“She called me her Auntie” I smiled, he chuckled shaking his head

“How long have you waited for that?” He asked,

“Couple months” I answered, Lian slid down the banister into her father’s arms,

“So, what’s we gonna do until the others arrive?” She asked,

“We’re going to create the movie den” I say, her eyes lit up as she jumped from Roy’s arms and towards the living room,

“Come on Auntie (Y/N)! This is going to be awesome!” She yelled before running into the room,

“I better go before the queen has my head” I say making him laugh as I walked into the living room, to find all the pillows and blankets on the floor,

“We need a massive blanket” She complained, I raised an eyebrow

“How big?” I asked,

“Like all of these put together” She answered mentioning the blankets, I smirked as I connected the blankets together, “You’re amazing!” She exclaimed, “Could you attach them to the couches, so we can have a roof?” She questioned,

“Don’t you worry” I say as I began to create the den’s roof, once we finished, Alfred called us for dinner, we all sat down and ate,

“So, what movie are you watching tonight?” Dick asked,

“Frozen!” Lian, Mar’i and JJ yelled in unison causing all of us to chuckle,

“(Y/N) isn’t that your fairy tale?” Roy teased, I raised an eyebrow

“Perhaps if I had a kingdom, a sister and it wasn’t set years ago then yes” I say,

“So you could totally create that dress that Elsa does” He smirked,

“Never tried” I shrugged,

“Miss (Y/N)” Alfred said gaining my attention,

“I’ve set up the snacks for your movie night in your den” He said,

“Thanks Alfred” I smiled,

“Did you like the den?!” Lian asked making me chuckle,

“It’s an interesting den, Miss Lian” Alfred replied getting a bright smile off her,

“Now, I’ve got to see this” Damian said as he exited the kitchen,

“Touch anything and I’ll kill you!” Lian yelled as she ran after him, with Mar’i and JJ quickly following, I sighed

“Damian Wayne if you do anything to upset them you’re dead” I threatened as I headed towards the living room, I got into to see the three of them trying to push Damian out of the room.

“Uncle Damian leave” Mar’i groaned, I sighed as I went over to them and picked Damian up,

“Hey! No fair! Put me down, (L/N)!” He yelled as he fought against me, I did so and folded my arms blocking his path, staring down at him,

“You’re not invited” I say,

“Oh my god! Come look!” I heard Dick yell, I raised an eyebrow before noticing that Mar’i, Lian and JJ were copying me, I held a straight face as everyone laughed and took photos,

“Fine” Damian groaned as he gave up making me smirk as I dropped my arms

“Okay you three, Pjs on then we’ll start watching Frozen” I say, they cheered and ran upstairs, “Don’t you all have somewhere to be?” I say resting a hand on my hip, they all ran down to the cave making me chuckle.

***

When Frozen finished I turned the television off as the three of them got comfortable,

“I wonder what it’s like to have a tea-party with Elsa” Mar’i asked,

“And Olaf” JJ said,

“In her castle” Lian added, I chuckled

“I’m sure it’s a lot of fun” I say, they all hummed before I heard the light snores of Lian and Mar’i,

“(Y/N)?” JJ whispered,

“JJ” I replied,

“Can I sleep next to you?” He asked,

“Yeah” I answered, he moved over to me and faced me,

“Daddy thinks you’re beautiful” He yawned, I smiled “And funny” He continued, I chuckled “And good and nice with me” He yawned again before falling asleep cuddling into me, I smiled moving a piece of hair from his face

“Sleep tight JJ” I smiled as I pulled a cover over us, eventually I fell into a half-sleep daze, I heard footsteps, hushed whispers and a presence hovering over me, I jolted up shoving back the presence as I woke myself up fully and found Jason, Dick and Roy staring at me on their backs, “Sh*t, sorry guys” I apologised smiling sheepishly at them,

“Well, at least I know that you can protect them when your sleeping in a metre radius” Dick said,

“I’ll let you take them” I say as I stood up removing the den’s ‘roof’, they all picked their child up before leaving the room, I tidied the room up placing everything back where it came from and headed towards the kitchen,

“Miss (Y/N), what are you doing awake?” Alfred asked,

“I need a hand with something” I say,

“What do you need?” He asked,

“First, can you style hair?” I asked, he smiled and nodded,

“What were you thinking of doing with it?” He asked.

***

Jason’s POV

“Daddy! Daddy! Wake up!” JJ yelled as he shook me violently, I groaned lifting my head up and looking at him

“What’s up?” I asked,

“We’ve been invited to a tea-party! With Elsa and Olaf!” He yelled as he waved an envelope at me, I sat up taking it off him and reading it,

‘Dear Jason and JJ Todd, you’re invited to Elsa’s castle (Back Garden) for a tea-party with Olaf and herself’

I raised an eyebrow as I got up and looked out of the window to see Elsa’s ice castle in the Garden,

“Let’s get dressed” I say making him cheer, after changing we made our way downstairs to see Roy, Lian, Dick, Kori and Mar’i waiting,

“About time Uncle Jay” Lian said,

“I’m here now” I say, we all went into the back garden and the girls gasped before running up to it, we entered the castle

“Hello?” Kori called out,

“Hi!” A snowman exclaimed as it came down the staircase, “I’m Olaf and I love warm hugs!” He exclaimed,

“Olaf!” JJ yelled as he hugged Olaf,

“I see you all got your invites” Someone said before (Y/N) came forward dressed as Elsa making my jaw drop.

“Elsa!” Lian and Mar’i yelled as they ran up the stairs to her, she smiled at them and curtsied

“Princess Mar’i and Princess Lian, it’s an honour” She said, the girls beamed at each other and curtsied back, we all walked up the staircase JJ approached her and tilted his head “Prince JJ, I’m glad you could make it. I see you’ve taken a liking to my little-snow-friend” She said mentioning Olaf as he appeared next to her, he smiled brightly “Now, who wants a tea-party?” She asked

“Me!” Lian, Mar’i, JJ, Dick and Roy yelled, (Y/N) chuckled

“Follow me then” She said, Dick closed my jaw

“You’re drooling, little-wing” He smirked before following (Y/N) up some more stairs into a room with an ice chandelier hanging from the ceiling, a circular table for eight in the middle of the room, with food set, and a balcony,

“Wow” Kori gasped as we sat down and began eating, when everyone had finished, the kids went to play with Olaf with Kori and Roy following to keep an eye on them,

“Go talk to her” Dick said giving me a shove towards (Y/N) who was stood on the balcony, I admired her as a small smile crept upon my face, Dick sighed “Little-wing, if you don’t go talk to her, I’ll confess for you” He threatened,

“You wouldn’t” I growled

“I would” he smirked as he headed towards her, I pulled him back and approached (Y/N),

“Hey” I say as I stood next to her, she smiled “It was extremely kind of you to do this for them” I say mentioning the kids running around with Olaf down below,

“I’m glad they enjoyed it, it also seemed that Dick, Kori and Roy enjoyed it too. But something seemed to be bothering you” She said facing me,

“I’m sorry, I was just amazed by everything, especially you” I explained, rubbing the back of my neck,

“I would kiss you if it didn’t kill you” she smiled before creating a snowflake and giving it, a gentle blow allowing it to fly towards me and melt on my lips,

“I guess that’ll have to suffice” I smiled.

***

(Y/N)’s POV

“I want to ice-skate!” Mar’i whined,

“Mar’i, they’re no ice-rinks open” Dick said, she huffed and stormed out of the room, I sighed

“Get everyone some ice-skates and get them down to the cave” I say,

“She has to learn that she can’t get everything she wants” Dick argued,

“Dick, she’s the granddaughter of Bruce Wayne and half Tamaranian royalty, she’ll get what she wants one way or another” I say before heading down to the cave, “Hey Bruce, I’m borrowing your training area. Thanks” I say as I passed him, I removed my gloves and covered the training area with two inches of ice, I placed my gloves back on as I heard the chatter of everyone as they came down,

“Why have you given me these, Grayson?” Damian asked,

“Because I’ve created an ice-rink for us all” I answered, Mar’i flew over to me and tackled me with a hug,

“You are the best!” She exclaimed letting go and putting her skates on, she got on to the ice and seizes up making me chuckle as I walked in front of her

“You don’t know how to skate, do you?” I say, she shook her head, so I took her hand and began to pull her along the ice “Push your feet to the sides” I ordered, she did so and smiled “Now, repetitively do that and you’re skating” I say as I let go of her and skated backwards around her,

“I’m doing it!” She yelled as she looked up to her parents.

“Feel free to join” I smiled as I came off the ice,

“Auntie (Y/N)” Lian dragged out,

“Come on” I sighed as I dragged her around the ice, teaching her as the others joined minus JJ and Jason, I came off the ice and sat next to the Todd’s

“How come you’re not joining in?” I asked,

“I can’t skate” JJ pouted, I knelt down in front of him putting on his skates and tying them,

“I’ll teach you” I smiled as I carried him on to the ice, I held his hands and stood behind him,

“Ready?” I asked,

“Don’t let go of me” He said, I smiled

“Not until you’re a skating champ” I replied as I carefully taught him, after a while he let go of my hands and skated away from me,

“Ha! You can’t catch me!” He yelled, I raised an eyebrow

“Really?” I smirked before chasing him and eventually catching him causing him to burst into laughter.

***

I woke up and exited the cell, noticing that the glass cases were empty, I hummed as I went upstairs to be met with silence,

“Hello?” I called out as I walked around the manor, “Alfred? JJ? Mar’i? Lian?” I asked before a piece of paper nailed to the front door caught my eye, I went up to it

‘If you want your little precious family to live, give yourself up to me. The Docks. P’

It read, I growled as I ran down to the cave, changed into more suitable clothing before going over to the spare motorbike and leaving for the docks, when I arrived I noticed two armed men ‘guarding’ the entrance to a warehouse, I approached them and grabbed them by the necks turning them into ice, I kicked the doors open and threw them on the floor,

“Pyro!” I yelled as I walked in,

“Frost” He smiled from the top of the staircase with a woman next to him.

“Where are they?” I growled, he tilted his head at me

“Who?” He asked, I snapped the necks of the ice statues off and threw them at him which he dodged, the woman gasped as she ran down the stairs to the bodies,

“You said she wouldn’t kill them!” She yelled, I chuckled

“And who are you?” I asked crouching down to her,

“Cecilia” She mumbled,

“And why are you with him?” I questioned,

“I love him” She answered, I stood up laughing

“Love him? He can’t love!” I chuckled,

“Says the one without a heart” He called down to me, I glared up at him

“Show me where they are or your loved one gets frozen” I threaten,

“You’re bluffing” He scoffed, I raised an eyebrow

“Am I?” I asked as the condensation smoke came off my hands as I went to grabbed her throat,

“Fine!” He yelled making me back away, on my left a large tank with Bruce, Dick, Kori, Jason, Roy, Tim and Damian, in their suits, was uncovered as and on my right a net was lowered with Alfred, JJ, Lian and Mar’i inside.

“Miss (Y/N), you shouldn’t have come here. He plans t-”

“To kill me, I know Alfred. Do me a favour and cover the children’s eyes” I cut him off, he did so, and I grabbed Cecilia’s neck,

“No!” Pyro yelled as she turned to ice and I snapped off her head, “Why did you do that?” He yelled, I shrugged dropping her body,

“I didn’t want a sister-in-law, but don’t worry, you’ll join her soon, (B/N)” I smirked as I approached him,

“Ah, not one step closer because not only does Batman and his fellow clan meet their death but the children and butler do as well” He said stopping me, he smirked “Y’know, I found it highly amusing that you chose to come back to Gotham, after everything that happened here last time” He chuckled,

“That was an accident, you know that just as well as me” I growled,

“Well you see, about that, I made them say them things to you. I mean they were true” He taunted, I remained quiet as I looked down to the ground seeing the headless ice figures, he sighed, “Well, the way I see it is that you have three options; one; save the Bat-clan but let me get away and the net fall killing the kids and butler, two; come after me killing the bat-clan and kids and butler, or three; save the kids and butler, letting me go and the bat-clan be gassed to death. It’s your choice sister” He explained,

“How about save both the Bat-clan and the kids and butler, and kill your ass” I say,

“Impossible!” He laughed,

“Not really because while you were blabbing your mouth I’ve created a barrier of unmelt-able/unbreakable ice at every possible exit for you to escape, I’ve also create the same ice on the inside of the net and I’ve been freezing the glass on the tank so that Starfire can begin to heat the inside of making the glass weak and easier to smash. So, tell me brother, is it really that impossible?” I asked, his mouth open and closed several times making me smirk, “Let’s see what you’ve learnt” I say as I approached him, he lit his arms on fire and burnt the rope next revealing the icy one underneath, “You thought I was bluffing. How embarrassing” I chuckled before he tackled me, we tumbled down the stairs and he landed on top of me, “The stairs? Really?” I groaned as I kicked him into the railing and getting up only to narrowly avoid his fire streams, I dragged my hand across the ground and up towards him creating ice-shards knocking him over, I shook my head as I began to feel dizzy, (B/N) chuckled

“How much longer can you last?” He taunted landing a kick in my gut making me buckle over, then he followed it with a left hook knocking me on the floor in front of the tank,

“(Y/N)!” Jason yelled as he crouched down to my level,

“I’m fine” I groaned as I forced myself to my feet,

“Oh yeah, totally fine. You’re weak, (Y/N)” (B/N) scoffed,

“I’m not weak” I growled glaring at him as I fired ice-shards at him, which he easily melted and slammed me against the tank glass by the throat.

“This could be a lot easier for you if you just let me go” He hissed,

“Oh no. You’re dying here today” I croaked before heat-butting him making him let go of my throat, I slammed his head into the glass creating a crack before I threw him into the railings, “Star, light it up” I say mentioning the crack, she smiled and nodded as I headed towards (B/N),

“(Y/N), please. You wouldn’t kill me, would you? I’m family after all” He begged as fear appeared in his eyes, I grabbed him by the throat

“You stopped being family when we were told about this curse” I growled as ice began to travel across his body,

“(Y/N)” Bruce said with a warning tone,

“This is personal Bruce” I growled before (B/N) became an ice statue that I pushed over shattering him, I created a platform underneath the net and removed the icy one, allowing Alfred, JJ, Mar’i and Lian come over to us, a wave of pain appeared in my chest making me groan as I held on to the railing as the pain increased,

“Miss (Y/N)?” Alfred questioned, I held up my hand

“I’m fine” I groaned as my legs buckled from underneath me,

“Daddy, what’s wrong with (Y/N)?” JJ asked as he clung to Jason, I looked up at him and smiled

“I’m fine JJ. Just a little tired” I say before falling unconscious.

***

Jason’s POV

I made my way down to the cave with JJ to see how (Y/N) was doing,

“Hello Alfred” I greeted as I approached him, he was observing (Y/N)’s vitals

“Master Jason, Master JJ” He smiled turning to us,

“How is she?” I asked,

“She has a pulse” He answered,

“Has a pulse?” I repeated raising an eyebrow,

“Yes, Miss (Y/N) has a pulse and also can have skin-to-skin contact without turning the other person into ice, as Master JJ is demonstrating ” He explained, I turned to JJ to find him sat next to (Y/N)’s comatose body, holding her hand, I smiled slightly

“When will (Y/N) wake up?” JJ asked,

“I’m afraid that’s still unknown, Master JJ” Alfred answered, JJ frowned before laying down next to her and cuddled her

“I miss her” He pouted, I sighed and went over to him, seconds later (Y/N) shot up startling JJ and myself.

“What happened?” She asked holding her head,

“You killed Pyro” I stated, she looked at me, revealing that her icy white eyes were now (E/C), “(Y/N), your eyes are (E/C)” I comment, her eyes widened as she grabbed hand-mirror and looked at herself, she let out a breathless laugh,

“Oh my god, they weren’t lying” She muttered,

“Who weren’t?” I asked,

“Long story” She smiled setting the mirror down, JJ tackled her with a hug making her laugh as she returned it,

“I missed you” He mumbled,

“I missed you too, bud” She sighed as they pulled away,

“And you” She smirked standing up and coming over to me, she cupped my face, pulling it down and kissing me, my eyes widened before returning it and pulling her closer by the waist, we broke apart smiling at each other

“I’ve been waiting a while to do that” She confessed,

“Me too” I chuckled.

(Y/N)’s POV

“Auntie (Y/N)!” Mar’i yelled making me turn to see her and Lian running towards me,

“You’re awake!” Lian yelled as I crouched down to hug them,

“I missed you” They said in unison as they pulled away,

“I missed you too” I smiled standing up,

“(Y/N)” Bruce said, I mentally groaned as I approached him, “You care to explain why you killed them?” He questioned,

“Pyro wasn’t going to stop until I was dead” I answered, folding my arms,

“What about the other three?” He asked,

“Collateral damage” I shrugged,

“We don’t kill” He said,

“Correction; your little crusader family don’t. I do” I growled, he sighed pinching the bridge of his nose, “Hey, if it makes you feel any better, I’ll only use my powers to entertain the kids from now on” I say dropping my arms to the side, “Fine” He said reluctantly, I smirked “And if anyone annoys me” I mumbled as I walked away from him.

***

I walked into the kitchen to find everyone already in there,

“Great, now everyone’s here; I have good and bad news” Bruce announced,

“Nope” I say as I turned and went to leave but Jason pulled me on to his lap,

“Anyway, the bad news is that we’ve got a gala this week” Bruce explained erupting multiple groans around the table, “Good news; the kids can come” He continued,

“I don’t see how that’s good news” Damian said as Lian and Mar’i cheered,

“When is it?” Kori asked with a smile,

“This Friday” Bruce answered, Lian, Mar’i and JJ glared at Bruce,

“But Friday’s movie night” Mar’i stated,

“Can’t you move it to Saturday?” He asked,

“Now you’ve done it Bruce” I groaned as I placed my head in my hands,

“We cannot simply ‘move it’ to Saturday because that’s take-away and game night” Lian sassed,

“What about-?”

“Bruce, just shut up. You’re digging yourself a grave” I say as I lifted my head up.

“Master Bruce, you’ve got a meeting in twenty minutes” Alfred announced, Bruce nodded and left the kitchen with Alfred, he was shortly followed by Dick, Damian and Tim,

“Remind me again why the kids aren’t going to school?” Roy asked,

“Something about the water system not functioning” I answered,

“That’s good news for us then” Kori said standing up, we all raised an eyebrow towards her

“Is it?” I asked,

“Yes, it means that us girls can get our dresses for the gala” She announced, I groaned resting my head on the table as Lian and Mar’i cheered before they ran out of the kitchen,

“And what are we supposed to do?” Roy asked,

“Tuxedo shop” She answered,

“Come along (Y/N)” She demanded, I reluctantly got up and went to get changed, I was waiting at the bottom of the stairs for the other three,

“Can any of you actually drive?” I heard Roy ask as they all made their way downstairs.

“Hell yeah, I can. Now hurry up and choose a car” I say to the girls, their eyes widened as they ran into the garage, we followed and I noticed them standing over near the red and black Bugatti Chiron, I smirked grabbing the keys and heading over to it with Kori, I opened it and the girls climbed in

“You cannot be serious on driving that” Roy said, I chuckled

“I told the girls to pick and they have” I answered climbing in myself and leaving the garage, we arrived at the store and was approached by a store assistant,

“Hello ladies, what can I help you with today?” She asked,

“We’ve been invited to the gala this Friday and need dresses” I answered,

“Even the little ones?” She questioned, I nodded, she mentioned over a colleague and hummed “Well, I’m thinking a deep purple for the young woman, to make her eyes pop, and a lighter purple for the little lady” She said taking Kori and Mar’i over to the purple dresses, “For you I’m thinking red, and for the young lady I’m thinking a gold” The colleague said, Lian looked up at me with a smile,

“I’ll have a look at the red, while you go for the gold, deal?” I say,

“Deal” She smiled before joining the colleague to the golden dresses, I made my way over to the red dresses and began to browse.

Lian, Mar’i and myself were sat outside the dressing rooms while Kori tried on the thousandth dress, Lian and Mar’i were half-asleep on me as she came out in it,

“What do you think?” Kori asked giving a twirl,

“Perfect. Fits your figure, complements your eyes and to top it all off; will make Dick lose it” I say smiling, she smiled back

“I’ll have this one then” She said returning to the dressing room, I mentally did a victory dance before my phone rang,

“Hello?” I answered,

“(Y/N), you’ve been out five hours dress shopping” Jason replied,

“I’ll allow you one guess to why” I say as I lightly shook the girls awake,

“Kori?” He asked,

“Bingo. She’s just chosen a dress, so we’ll be back at the manor soon” I answered as Kori came out, we approached the cashier and paid for the dresses before getting back into the car,

“Good, Roy’s worrying is annoying me” He said,

“I am not worrying!” Roy yelled making me chuckle,

“Lian, put your Dad out of his worry” I say as I handed the phone to her, and starting the engine.

***

“I can’t believe we’re missing movie night for this” Lian complained as we made our way downstairs,

“I promise that tomorrow we’ll make it, take-away, movie and game night, how does that sound?” I say,

“If it stops her complaining the best idea you’ve had” Roy said making me turn around to see him, Jason and JJ coming down the stairs,

“Hey!” She complained, I chuckled

“I thought blue was your colour?” Jason smirked as he came over to me,

“It was, until my eye colour changed, plus I wanted to represent Roy” I smirked as his jaw dropped, Roy burst into laughter patting Jason on the shoulder, “Relax, I’m teasing you” I whispered planting a kiss on his cheek as the rest of the family joined us, and we piled into the limo,

“Okay rules” Bruce said causing groans to erupt making him give us the ‘bat-glare’, “Boys; no fighting, arguing or bickering. Kids; no running around, food throwing, fighting, arguing or bickering. (Y/N), Kori; no arguing, b*tching or sassing” He ordered,

“Sassing? Really?” I complained, I noticed Lian smirking to herself making me raise an eyebrow at her which she just replied with a wink, we arrived at the gala and got out of the limo, immediately met by the paparazzi firing questions and taking pictures of us as we made our way into the event, we got inside, greeted and thanked the host before separating, “What are you planning?” I whispered to Lian as we made our way through the crowd,

“Bruce said nothing about me sassing” She replied with a smirk, I chuckled and gave her a high-five,

“Sass away, if you need me, I’ll be at the bar” I say as we separated, I got to the bar and mentioned the bartender over,

“What can I get for you?” They asked,

“Bourbon” I ordered, they nodded and handed me one, I took a sip of it as I looked around the room, Lian was talking, sassing, to some other kids her age, JJ and Mar’i were at the food table with Damian a little down from them, Dick and Kori were talking to a couple, Tim was socialising alongside Bruce, I couldn’t see Roy but I had a feeling he was flirting with someone, and Jason was flirting with a young woman down the bar from me, I noticed a waiter walking towards them with a tray full of champagne flutes before he slipped, spilling all the champagne over her, I smirked turning away from their direction, taking a sip of my bourbon,

“Sneaky” Roy commented as he slipped next to me,

“I don’t know what you’re on about” I say innocently, he chuckled

“Jealousy doesn’t suit you” He said, I raised an eyebrow

“And what does?” I asked,

“Dance with me and I’ll tell you” He said extending his hand,

“Smooth” I chuckled,

“I try” He shrugged, I took his hand and he lead me into the ballroom to dance,

“So, tell me, Mr Harper, what does suit me?” I whispered resting my head on top of my hand on his shoulder,

“Being happy, making the kids and my best friend happy” He whispered a reply,

“Perhaps if your best friend didn’t flirt with every girl he finds I would be able to” I scoff,

“He wanting to make you jealous, so how about we play him at his own game?” He offered,

“Roy, if you hand goes any lower, you won’t have one” I warned, he chuckled

“As you wish” He said as the song came to a finish, he bowed, kissing my hand before I left him and made my way back to the bar.

“Little brat” I heard someone growl making me look over to see a middle-aged man gripping on to JJ upper arm, with two younger women at his sides, as JJ stared up at the man with wide eyes, I made a bee-line for them, when I got to them, I grabbed the wrist of the arm that had a hold of JJ and pulled him off,

“You touch my son or call him that again, you’ll know about it” I growled,

“Your son dropped the food on my suit” He growled mentioning the chocolate stain on his suit pants, I raised an eyebrow and tightened my grip making him hiss in pain,

“More like, you were too distracted by them sluts that you didn’t see him and walked into him. Now, if I was you I’d apologise to him immediately” I growled, he scoffed

“I’m not apolo-” he cut himself by yelping in pain, “Alright. I’m sorry” He apologised, I smiled and let go of him,

“That’s better, now I don’t want to do that again, so steer clear of him” I say, he held his arm tenderly as he stared at me with fear, “Do I make myself clear?” I growled, his eyes widened more, and he nodded, “Good, have a lovely night” I smiled as I lead JJ away, once we got a good distance away, I crouched down to him “Are you okay, sweetie?” I asked, he nodded slowly, “Can I have a look at where he had hold of you?” I asked, he removed his suit jacket and I lifted up his sleeve, revealing finger marks, “Do they hurt?” I asked running my fingers over them, he shook his head so I covered them back up and put his suit jacket on,

“You called me your son” He said, my eyes widened as I looked at him,

“I’m sorry, I-” I was cut off by him hugging me,

“It’s okay, mummy” He mumbled, I smiled returning his hug, he pulled away and I stood up, only to be met by Bruce,

“We’re leaving” He said, I sighed and nodded, taking hold of JJ’s hand and following everyone out, we piled into the limo and Bruce was glaring at me, when we got into the manor Bruce let out a frustrated sigh, “I said no powers” He said looking at me,

“No, you said, and I quote, ‘(Y/N), Kori; no arguing, b*tching or sassing’” I say facing him.

“You promised you wouldn’t use your powers unless it was bringing entertainment to the kids!” He yelled,

“That b*stard’s lucky!” I snapped,

“Lucky?! You gave him a second-degree burn!” He yelled,

“He harmed my son! He’s lucky he’s breathing!” I screamed, stunning everyone, JJ was pulling at my hand making me look down to him,

“I want to go to bed” He mumbled, I sighed crouching down to him,

“Go get in your pjs and then wait in my room, okay?” I whispered, he nodded and ran upstairs I stood up and turned to the others,

“Your son?” Jason questioned,

“Yes, I see JJ as my own. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to bed” I snap before making my way up to my room, I got in to see JJ sat curled up in a ball on my bed, I quickly changed out of the dress and into pjs before sitting next to him, “JJ?” I say, he looked up at me with tears in his eyes before he buried his face into my chest as he cried, I sighed wrapping my arms around his small frame, cradling him and soothed him, eventually his sobs stopped and were replaced by snores, I sighed in relief and carefully laid him down under the covers, I turned the lights out and climbed in next to him, I smiled as he cuddled into me, so I wrapped an arm over him, kissed his forehead and attempted to get to sleep myself, minutes past before light streamed into my room, “What do you want?” I asked in a hushed tone,

“Sh*t. Did I wake you?” Jason replied, I rolled my eyes

“Not even close” I answered, he sighed in relief as he climbed in next to me, I turned slightly to face him

“What do you want?” I repeated,

“You” He answered kissing me,

“Smooth” I say smiling,

“I’m being serious. I knew I liked you a lot but when you called JJ your son, it was like the cherry on top. I love you, (Y/N)” He confessed, my smile widened.

“Well, I suppose it’s a good thing that I love you too, Jason” I admitted, he smiled before pulling me into a kiss and hovering over me, I pulled away “Ah, slow down. We can’t do it while JJ’s asleep next to us” I warned, he sighed falling back down next to me causing me to chuckle, “We’ll have plenty of time when he’s at school” I reassured kissing his cheek and then turning back on my side to cuddle JJ, Jason’s arm came over me and entwined his hand with mine as I felt his hot breath on my neck,

“Sleep tight” He whispered.

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Chapter 2

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A Rose By Any Other Name

Would Feel As Frigid

Warnings: mentions of violence, other questionable activities, theft, and the American school system

Notes: a little over half of you said to name Reader, so that's what we'll do!

Previously, we were introduced to Casey and their fellow delinquents, so here's the rundown:

Jack - jock. Interviewing Blockbuster

Will - Poor guy.. Interviewing Icicle Sr.

Dan - Another jock. Interviewing unknown

Lainey - dealer of some form. Interviewing Devastation

Rachel - got caught carrying drinks to Jack and Dan. Interviewing Shimmer

Olive - hotboxed a school bathroom 🙄 Interviewing Psimon

Adam - yearbook guy. Doesn't like Casey/POV

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I was handed a checklist of questions to ask Jr. during session one. Things like his name, age, family, hobbies. Y'know, icebreakers.

Bob escorted me to the visitation room I'd be using. He'd called a few more guards over to get everyone else settled, but I was obviously his favorite.

"Nice place you guys have here," I offered, breaking the silence. "I've heard it's the best protected prison in the country."

"Not th' country. The world." Bob scoffed pridefully. "Not even Superman can break down the defenses."

"Really?" Of course I'd heard that one before, but hey, might as well try and get the guards to not hate you, especially with his earlier comments. "How'd that get managed?"

He gave me what was probably a wary side eye, but with his perpetual scowl it seemed more like a glare. Still, he seemed to be in a good mood.

"Lead re'nforced titanium. Tensill and brute strength? Unmatched. 'S not the only stuff, but those're the main bits."

Before I could ask more questions (probably for the better) we made it to the interview room. Bob stopped me outside the door, his hand resting on the handle.

"'Member what I said, how 'e's potentially violent?"

I nodded, now wary.

How could I forget?

"Well, 'e's typically better 'ith other kids than when adults are nearby. Now, because'a that, you're goin' in alone."

He must have seen the apprehension on my face, because he smiled. Still mocking, but it was there.

"Here's yer panic button." He handed me a small block, a red button in the middle. "It takes a lil' force ta press, 'n alerts the guard station. There always someone in th' hall here, so you'll get help soon."

He clapped my shoulder, hand moving from the doorknob. "Get to it."

And he left.

Great.

Steeling myself, I entered the room.

Junior was already there, hands cuffed in front of him, feet kicked up onto the table. When I stepped in he grinned, cuffs jangling as he pulled his feet off the only 'true' piece of furniture in the tiny, cold room.

"Hey."

I blinked. "Hey."

He gestured to the chair opposite himself, and I took a seat.

"I heard I'd be getting some company. What'd they call it.. future inmate prevention?"

"I.." I certainly hadn't planned for him to start the conversation, and with his growing smile, I could tell he already knew.

"Oh, come on! I won't bite, I promise! It'd really ruin this whole thing for both of us."

I sighed. "Yeah.. yeah. Sorry. I have a few icebreakers."

He snorted, and I could feel a smile of my own start to form.

"Icebreakers? Is that really appropriate?"

"According to the staff, apparently."

He rolled his eyes. "Fine, fine. Hit me."

"Okay. Number one, what's your name?"

"Cameron Mahkent."

"Okay.." I scribbled it onto my sheet, the chipping graphite being the only sound for a moment. "Okay. Question two - how old are you?"

He hummed quietly. "Seventeen."

"Oh!" I couldn't stop the quiet exclamation. "So you'd be a junior, too."

"Yeah? I'm a December baby."

"So you'd be sixteen at the start of the school year.." I had already put the number down, but if the goal was socialization.. "How long did you go to public school? If at all."

"Off and on until.. sixth grade, I think?" He glanced to my right before focusing back on me. "Then dad pulled me completely for training."

"Oh." I blinked before glancing back to the sheet. "Brings us to question three - what's your family dynamic?"

"Mom.. left. When I was about nine. She was going to take me with her, but dad wouldn't allow it." He shrugged, cuffs clinking again as he shifted in his chair. "He's harsh, but hey, tough love."

I didn't really believe him, but it wasn't my place to ask. Not yet.

Instead, I must have frowned, because he paused.

"He's typically in charge here at Belle Reve. The Capo. He rules the Pen with an iron fist."

"Oh.." My eyes widened. "So does that give you any special privileges compared to the other detainees?"

He laughed this time. Not a scoff or snort, but full-on cackling, like I had told the funniest joke in the world.

"Are you kidding?! I don't get treated any better than anyone else - in fact, if people try to overtake dad as Cappo, they shoot for me first.

I blinked and, almost instinctively, pulled my clipboard up.

"Question four.."

I left about thirty minutes later, scribbling the tail-ends of answers onto my paper. A guard had come through the back to pull Cameron aside, and told me it was time to leave.

When I made it back to the check-in area, most people looked traumatized. Jack started off immediately about Blockbuster - he'd been flanked by two guards the entire time.

Will was even worse. Apparently Cameron's dad - Icicle Senior - had been allowed to have one of his personal guards - Mammoth. There were four guards between them - which is why Bob had been so nice as to leave Cameron and I alone together.

Laine had liked Devastation, and Rachel was okay with Shimmer - didn't like her cultist attitude much, with Will saying Mammoth had been the same.

Olivia had hated Psimon from the get-go, but from what she said, it sounded mutual. I felt more sorry for Psimon than I did for Olive, honestly.

Dan..

"Who did you even pull?"

He flashed me a grin. "Poison Ivy."

"And?"

He held his paper up proudly. "She shared her thoughts."

I glanced over it. "Except for family life."

He shrugged, wincing when Bob grabbed the paper from him. "Oh well."

I handed mine to him as well, and he raised an eyebrow.

"It looks like Casey here is th' only one who got answers for everything - family life, criminal history, childhood. Congrats."

I shrugged, glancing at everyone else.

"Really?"

Olive rolled her eyes. "My guy didn't want to answer anything - just kept asking his own questions."

"And Blockbuster didn't want to talk about ANYTHING before his transformation," Will piped in.

"Devastation didn't actually give me another name for her." Lainey shrugged.

I glanced back in the direction of the visitation hall.

"Huh."

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lazypanartist · 1 year

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Prologue

A Rose By Any Other Name

Would Feel As Frigid

Icicle Jr (Cameron Mahkent) x Reader

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Warnings: mentions of underage smoking and drinking, other questionable activities, theft, and the American school system

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It was meant to be a form of punishment, we had all been told.

A quelling of our rebellious spirits. A way to show us where we'd end up in a few years. Some semblance of justice for the school, giving them a way to save face.

"The Delinquents", myself included, and a student photographer sat on the bus with a handful of teacher chaperones and a Belle Reve guard, who was giving a lecture on the importance of this trip. "It'll give you kids a lesson, really! Gettin' into the minds of these criminals.. it'll be hell for y'all, and they'll enjoy it!"

Still.. as the massive building loomed in the middle distance, all I could feel was excitement. Everyone else was here on "bigger things" - "inappropriate conduct", fighting, smoking, and drinking at last weekend's school dance.

Me?

Well, I wasn't exactly well known for following directions. And when a locked door says "Keep Out"..

The poor photographer looked absolutely miserable in the seat beside me, fingers anxiously flitting across the settings.

"Sorry about that."

He jolted as he turned my way, brow furrowing before they went back to work.

I hadn't meant to break the damned thing! Just see how it worked..

Turns out the school didn't like me "finding the closet open", or otherwise getting my hands on one of their precious wastes of taxpayer dollars. It probably didn't help that the yearbook was trying to find last-minute additions for their little project..

Still. They figured a group of up-and-coming, doomed to fail criminal kids should meet some of the biggest names in the biz? Not just state, but nationally acclaimed criminals were in Reve, meant to keep the public safe.

And they were bringing ten civies in; two teachers, seven delinquents , and a photographer; without any additional security.

In hindsight, our school was stupid and had too much funding for their own good. Ben Franklin High might have been the pinnacle of Louisiana's education system, but their security's a joke. As were their punishments, apparently.

"The goal with this", I jumped as the guard's voice pulled me from my thoughts, "is to show you how criminals are made. You have to talk with 'em, get to know 'em over a couple'a visits. See what made 'em criminals. And try and better yourselves so you don't end up someplace like Belle Reve."

As the gate lifted, the guard stood in the middle of the aisle, hands bracing on two adjacent seats as he faced us.

"Welcome, delinquents, to Belle Reve Penitentiary."

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lazypanartist · 2 years

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While you’re in the onslaught brainrot mood, can you provide terms of affection for there SO?

YESSS

Wasn't expecting this to take so long to write 🙃 Got the ask a few days ago, started it, then got busy & fixated on other tasks & asks

Nicknames for their S/o

Featuring Onslaught

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Tommy Terror

Sweetheart and variations (sweetie, my sweet-)

I know that "Sweetheart - Derogatory" is a southern thing, but I can't see him using other nicknames, really

Expect to be used as an armrest; have him lean down to call you sweetie

Will RARELY use it when he's upset; if he's in a bad mood, it sounds super condescending

If he's upset, he'll just refer to you as "love"; just so if he's angry, you still know he loves you

Tuppence Terror

Doll or Dolly

Face it; she's stronger than you are

It's her power!

So to her, you're kinda just a lil ragdoll

She'll emphasize it by picking you up & squishing you

Psimon

Love

Simple and to the point, as he seems to be

He'll call you any others he gleans from your thoughts, but his go to is always "My love"

Typically not in public, but if he's working with new members of the Light and you're around?

He wants everyone to know that you're his

Devastation

Darling

Almost in the Yandere sense

Now that you're her partner, you're pretty much hers, period

Ofc she lets you do your thing and whatever, she truly loves and cares about you

But if she ever sees you being threatened or whatever, it's on sight

Icicle Jr.

Snowflake

Not in the Fight Club way that most people use it

You're so precious to him!

One of a kind!

..and, y'know. The ice thing

Typically calls you "My snowflake" when talking to others

Shimmer

Ember

Not to get poetic on main, but you're the key to lighting up her world

She's a pretty reserved person, so only expect nicknames in private

Also expect things like love of darling

Cheesy, but at least she's connecting with people ^-^

Mammoth

Dove

It's just a cute little nickname, he told you

Helpless little bird

Really, though?

Doves are a symbol of peace

To him, you are the calm of the storm; one of the only things that can ground him, a sign that there are still good things out there

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lazypanartist · 1 year

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Been really tired today and idk why but

Cameron as a Father Headcanons

Featuring season 3 or older Cam bc I feel like any earlier he'd be too immature

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He won't stop the villain lifestyle for just one or two people (immediately, at least)

But he WILL try and cut down on risky behavior as soon as he's in a serious relationship

And when he finds out he's gonna be a dad?

He's ecstatic!

Planning their bedroom, looking into parenting books, doing what he can to ensure safety anywhere the kid *could* go

Might need reminded to slow down every once in a while

(Kid's wallpaper is icy blues and purples, even before he actually has them)

Refuses to treat the kid anything like his father did to him

Vows to be patient and actually care about his child

Something breaks?

He grits his teeth if it was valuable monetarily or emotionally, but teaches them to clean it up and be more careful

They run off?

Full-blown Panic Mode™

Will NOT stop looking until the kid's safe

And by safe, right in his arms

Or on a child leash

Even with a s/o HE needs to have the kid before he calms down

Loves spoiling them!

Even if the gifts or money to buy them are stolen, it's the thought that count

Funds all their hobbies

Artist?

Brand new sketchbook, paints, whatever

Photographer?

Here's a Polaroid and instant-print film!

They like sports?

Well, he'll do his best to help them practice

All in all, 10/10 minus the possibility he gets arrested and ruins it 🙃

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lazypanartist · 1 year

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Chapter 1

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A Rose By Any Other Name

Would Feel As Frigid

Warnings: mentions of underage smoking and drinking, other questionable activities, theft, and the American school system

Notes: a little over half of you said to name Reader, so that's what we'll do!

Meet Casey, our little OC/reader insert. Gender neutral name, they/them pronouns, and as always, you can change these in your head as we go along.

I figured giving a name to 'em would just help me as a writer keep track of stuff. Idk. If it doesn't work I'll just change it.

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Each of us was assigned to a different inmate by our friendly neighborhood guardsman, Bob. Probably not his real name, but he's not exactly relevant. Brown hair, angry eyes, late forties. Just like two of the other guards I saw in the Pen.

I watched Jackson, one of the football team's linebackers, visibly pale when he was assigned to Blockbuster.

Will got Icicle Senior, and seemed even less excited than Jack. We'd heard more about Senior's stunts than Blockbuster's, and they weren't exactly pretty.

Poor Will.

Lainey pulled some lady named Devastation. When Bob pulled up her profile, Laine grinned.

"She's the one that broke the Brooklyn Bridge last winter. Put a car through it when Bane held out on a Venom shipment."

I winced slightly.

"Seems excessive."

"Does it help that he was on the bridge?" Lainey's smile widened, glinting canines matching her beanie.

"Didn't know you were so violently inclined." Daniel pulled his hoodie off and handed it to security, bumping my shoulder with his own.

Laine rolled her eyes. "You've played bouncer for me. You get how deals work."

"Pay up or get tossed, I know." The other jock looked the screen over again, then nodded. "She's hot."

"She's also twenty." Jack shoved between Dan and I, dropping his belongings into the tray. "And has more muscle than the whole Varsity team put together. Don't get killed," he offered Lainey.

"It'll take the whole punishment's mood down." Dan rolled his eyes at my quip.

"Like it's not bad enough already."

Rachel got paired with some lady named Shimmer. Similar hair styles, but Bob didn't seem to notice.

Olivia ended up with someone named Psimon. Pale, with an odd, clear dome for a skull and visible brain beneath.

"If it wasn't for your little business, none of us would be here!" Olive snarled at Lainey.

She snickered. "We could see your smoke from the stairs! If those two knuckleheads hadn't asked Ray for drinks," the gestured towards Jack and Dan, "we'd have been fine."

Before the trip, us seven and Parker, the yearbook kid, had to take home permission slips for our parents to sign. The typical "if anything bad happens, whoops but it's not on us" deal. My mom wasn't going to let me go, but as soon as she heard the charges for the lock picking and camera would be dropped, she was sold.

How rude.

"Casey?"

I glanced up.

"Yeah?"

Bob's scowl deepened.

"You're assigned ta Cameron Mahkent, Icicle Junior."

His profile popped onto the screen, forcing Psimon's out of view. I could feel my eyes widen as another teenager came into focus.

White hair, blue eyes, long sideburns, and a sharp jawline like Dan's, but with less width.

That was just his mugshot, though. Next to that photo was one I recognized from the news - a pointy chinned, blue skinned kid with angled edges everywhere - his shoulders were broader, fingers longer and sharper, and even his ears seemed a bit more pointed; almost like he was chiseled from ice.

"He sued to be tried 's an adult an' be placed here with his father," Bob said. "Then he helped try 'n stage a breakout. Rap sheet longer'n some adults I've seen - tons 'f injuries, break ins, obstructions of traffic an' justice. We figured you'd be th' best fin," he grinned, "'cause yours is one'a them crimes. The res', though? Normal teenage nonsense."

I could feel my own lips curl into more of a snarl than a smile as I took my coat back from the other guard. The rest of my stuff was shoved, along with everyone else's, into a drawer behind the counter.

"Oh, joy."

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#cameron mahkent x reader #cameron mahkent #yj icicle jr #icicle jr x reader #young justice icicle jr #icicle junior #icicle jr #icicle jr yj #icicle jr young justice #young justice x reader #young justice #young justice icicle junior #dc icicle jr #onslaught icicle jr #dc x reader #x reader #xreader #dc x oc #young justice x oc

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lazypanartist · 1 year

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Chapter 3

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A Rose By Any Other Name

Would Feel As Frigid

Warnings: mentions of violence, other questionable activities, theft, and the American school system

Notes: a little over half of you said to name Reader, so that's what we'll do!

SO chapter 2 finished up the 1st Belle Reve visit. Here we're starting round 2!

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"And all you did was interview them."

Adam, our yearbook drag-along, seemed annoyed. "Some psych kids can only DREAM of seeing into thoughts of criminals like these!"

Rachel bumped her brother's shoulder, setting her lunch tray down next to his. "Big whoop. The staff, here AND at Belle Reve, don't want us to keep being delinquents or whatever."

"They're sick of us already," I offered. "Guards don't wanna see us, school doesn't want to deal with the fallout if we get arrested. And the inmates probably don't want us locked up with them, for the most part."

Adam scowled at me. Typical maneuver from him, really.

"Yeah? I'm sick of seeing you, too."

I smiled at him, watching as his scowl deepened.

"Feeling's mutual, A. Get any good pictures of Ray and Shimmer? Or did you get to everyone but me?"

"I'm getting student-inmate interactions next time. The guards gave me a small tour of the prison yesterday - it's massive!"

"No kidding.." My mind floated back to the giant gate we had gone in by. "Absolutely huge."

"Next visit's next Thursday." Rachel reached across her own tray, grabbing something off her brother's. He gave her a withering glare, but she only smirked in response.

Adam sighed, turning his attention back to me. "The guy in charge - Mister Strange, I think - said that you guys are doing something a little different next week. Apparently everyone's getting a guard this time around.. not just everyone but you."

"Huh." It was the only intelligent response I could find.

"Yeah," he filled in. "Must be bad if there aren't any exceptions."

I nodded. "What do you think it is? Pairing us off?"

He shrugged. "Good question. Whatever it is, it'll probably get into the school paper."

Rachel sighed. "So everyone knows how much trouble we're in?"

"Nope." Adam nudged his sister's arm gently. "Not if they don't already, of course. School's painting it as an excursion for the inmates to get outside interaction."

"Oh." Rachel perked up slightly. "Because they don't want to spoil their own name?"

"Probably." Adam shrugged. "If it was up to me, it'd be a chance for you guys to learn from your mistakes and see what you could become. Which it is, of course, but that's not what the school's saying."

"Right." I nodded. Rachel copied the action, grinning when our eyes met.

"Good thing, too," she giggled. "I'd hate to have everyone know my sins or whatever."

Adam rolled his eyes. "You were just dragged into it, Ray. You'll be fine."

"Yeah.." Rachel mumbled. All I could do was silently agree with her hesitation.

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Cameron seemed excited the next time I went into the interview room. I noted in the back of my mind the lack of cuffs, and Bob stepping into the room behind me.

"Casey! Welcome back."

"You seem.. hyper?" I was wary, of course. He hadn't seemed this openly emotional the last visit, and the sudden presence of his demeanor..

His eyes widened, and he looked past me to the guard. "You didn't tell them?"

Bob huffed in what was probably contempt. "Nope. Get up." And with that he passed me, heading towards the door behind Junior.

I eyed the inmate questioningly, and he grinned.

"You're getting a tour! Of course you probably don't want to, but if you keep on your "current path" or whatever you're here for.." he trailed off with his air quotes before motioning for me to follow. Bob was holding the door open on the other side, a similar hallway to the civilian side laid out in front of me. I could see Lainey and Devastation, flanked by two guards, down the hall already.

"Psst."

She glanced back, and I waved. Lainey smiled, returning the gesture before rounding a corner I hadn't seen previously.

Oh.

"So, today's agenda." Junior slowed down, walking next to me in the hall. "Is of course, the tour. From what I hear of my dad's chat with the director, Strange, you're sticking with me all day." He put emphasis on the "all", dragging it out. "That means bunk check, lunch, rec time, everything."

"Fun," I offered. "So, like 60 days in without the jumpsuit."

"Exactly!" He grinned, nudging my arm. I could hear Bob huff in front of us, but he obviously wasn't bothered enough to react further.

We rounded the corner, passing through a door (Bob was behind us now, holding it open.)

I must have gasped. All I know for sure is that the size of the intake was massive - probably to contain some of the larger incoming inmates.

We ventured through a few more hallways, Junior talking the whole way. Things about "two inmates per room", "twenty rooms per side of the hallway", "two sides per hallway", and a few more things about the bunk check. Something about the lifting and shaking of mattresses and bedding to check for stashed contraband.

It's been a while, so I don't remember for sure. I wasn't listening much anyways, instead taking in the concrete surroundings.

It took a minute before I noticed that we weren't following Lindsay and Devastation anymore.

"Hey, Junior?"

His nose wrinkled. "Please, Cameron's fine."

"Sorry.. Cameron. Where'd the girls end up?"

"Oh!" He gestured towards our left. "They took the left hall in intake. Whole place's segregated by gender except intake, outgoing, and interviews. I don't know why we took the long way to bunks.." he glanced back at Bob, who merely huffed as his answer. Cameron turned back to me and shrugged before taking an abrupt right, down another hallway.

"And.. here!" He stepped into a cell, turning around and spreading his arms. "Ta-da!"

I glanced around. It was.. space. Four concrete walls, a metal bunk bed that looked older than Bob.. there wasn't much bedding either. A small toilet took its place in a far corner, a blanket strewn beside it.

"Huh."

He glanced behind me before chuckling, eyes falling slightly. "Yeah. It's not much, but until I'm 25, it's home."

My eyes widened. "Oh, wow."

He nodded before motioning me closer. I hesitated and he rolled his eyes.

"He can't check my bunk until one, you're out of the doorway." I stepped to the side, and Bob walked past me. "And two, my bunkmate's here."

I blinked before taking a step towards Cameron and the bunk. "Who's your bunkmate?"

"Oh, not a big name or anything." He smirked. "Just Mister Freeze."

I blinked. "Oh."

He looked quickly between Bob and I before rolling his eyes. "Oh, come ON! Do we even really have to wait for him?" When Bob didn't answer, he sighed. "He's still shadowing my dad! There's no way he'll get here in time for Case and I to finish the tour!"

Bob thought for a minute before huffing again, passing between Cameron and I. The other teen's eyes widened before meeting mine again, flashing a grin and thumbs-up as Bob struggled up the bunk's ladder.

We kept glancing between Bob and one another while we waited, Cameron offering a smile every time our eyes passed. I started returning them after the third.

Finally Bob came back down the ladder. I could hear footsteps coming down the hall as he painted quietly.. quite a few sets, actually.

"Congratulations, Junior." Cam's nose wrinkled again. "You're set. I'll walk you 'n Casey back t' the chow hall - if it 'as up to me, they'd fully integrate for the tour." He rolled his eyes before turning. "You two'll have plenty of supervision without me there too, but Director Strange made it clear that you," he turned momentarily from the door, pointing at Cameron, "should have another set of eyes on you."

Cameron chuckled. "Thanks for the vote of confidence."

"Like I said." Bob finally got the door back open - he must have jammed the lock - and started back down yet another hallway. "If it 'as my choice, they'd all be in suits with the same restrictions as you inmates. If the school's plan is to scare you kids straight, they need a better strategy!"

I sighed, rolling my eyes when Cameron shot me a confused look before smiling.

"Right. Guards want us here for real? Can't blame you."

I could tell that the previous day's sentiment was true - most people at Belle Reve were sick of us already. Cameron, though?

He offered me another smile in return, nudging my arm. "Please. It might actually be bearable if you stick around."

"For eight years?!" I laughed. "I don't think I'd make it!"

He shrugged. "Hey, if you and me stick together, you'll be okay."

I could tell, even back then, that he was right. Even if I didn't know what it was about..

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WHOOH finally finished this chapter! So much brain fog rn! Chapter 4 coming asap, love y'all, ciao!

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lazypanartist · 2 years

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Favorite Places to Kiss You

Ft. Onslaught

Came to mind.. one in the morning? If y'all couldn't tell, I'm writing a TON at once and posting 'em over a lil bit, just as a treat :p

Also I have villain brainrot, if that wasn't obvious from the other 'sleep deprived' posts. Whoops.

Notes: established relationships, if you couldn't tell I love having a power imbalance (vulnerability/weakness comes up a lot)

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Tommy Terror

Hands

Even though he's a large, highly feared villain,

He's at least somewhat of a gentleman

If he's bored of waiting to get called out on a mission or whatever, he'll turn your hand palm up and just. Kiss your palm

Also really likes holding your hands in his

He loves reminding you just how tiny you are in comparison to himelf

Tuppence Terror

Lips

You CANNOT tell me that this girl doesn't love the most basic option

Regardless of your height, build, or background,

She's stronger than you

So the ability to feel so open with someone; enough to share tender moments like this

Really makes her feel blessed to have you

Psimon

Your head

Mostly the crown of ur for head, or hairline

It makes him feel closest to you, both mentally and physically

Close second would be your temples, for mostly the same reason

It's a more 'exposed' spot; soft area in your skull

Feels further from your mind, though

Devastation

Anywhere on your spine, for the most part

She's a big girl, and loves having to duck down to kiss you anyways

But having to go that one step further?

Kiss you somewhere so potentially vulnerable, with your full trust?

She's been Sent

That, or you've been sent to her

Icicle Jr.

Your neck or collar

Loves making you gasp when he presses his frozen lips next to a pulse point

Temple is a close second choice

Especially when you have a headache

Still makes you gasp with the contact

Main goal: Achieved

Shimmer

Behind your ears

She's not used to any kind of softness, really, so such a gentle gesture means a lot to her

Will typically cradle your head when she wants to kiss you anywhere

Tilts your head forward to kiss you where she wants you, other arm around your waist

Will occasionally use this to her advantage.. and tickle you

Leads to a tickle fight that you lose by a landslide (she's still holding you; it wasn't a fair fight :p)

Mammoth

Kisses??

He just happy to touch you, really

After his transformation (before it, too), he didn't get loved on much

He'll kiss you anywhere he can reach

And with his strength, that means he'll kiss you pretty much anywhere you'll let him

Simplest place is your tiny face, esp your cheeks

Just loves the size difference, too ^-^

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Reqs open :p

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