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jj-nhlgirly · 1 year

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Summer Of Love:- Arriving in Michigan Continued

Jack Hughes x F!Reader

AN This will pick up from where we left off in part one.

TW:- contains smut, fingering, making out and praise kink and handjob in this part. Now I know I said i wasn’t gonna write smut but for the sake of this series I am. Also SWEARING but it’s just the F word.

UNDER 18’s DO NOT ENGAGE YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

(Not my gif, credits to @zegras2crosby for making this)

Mackenzie looked back and forth from her sister to the Umich boys on the porch, “Hey Baby, you remember the Umich boys right?” Jack asked looking over at Kenzie. Mackenzie smiled “Of course I remember Eee-tee-wee-tee, Marky, Mack-Mack, Dyl-pickle and LuLu.” The boys groaned at the ridiculous nicknames she’d given them over last summer. “Boys this is my little sister Skylar, she’s gonna be spending the summer with us. So. be. nice.” Kenzie added emphasising the last three words. “Ugh yes mom whatever you say.” Ethan replied, rolling his eyes, “Hey now don’t you roll your eyes at me Eee-tee-wee-tee or they’ll be no cookies later” Kenzie giggled at the look of horror on Ethan’s face before the boys walked into the house, Ethan trailing behind protesting about Kenzie’s outrageous threat to take cookie privileges away from him.

As Quinn, Jack and Luke showed the boys where they were staying and to discuss sleeping arrangements, Kenzie pulled Skylar to the side. Skylar groaned after seeing the look Mackenzie was giving her, “Which one?” Is all Kenzie said. Skylar sighed before replying, “The one you were joking about cookies with?”. “ETHAN?” Mackenzie shouted then squealed. “Yes scream it for the entire house to hear thanks for that Kenz” Skylar rolled her eyes. “Oh my gosh sorry, I’m sorry.” Kenzie whispered and before either Havener girl could reply the boys were running downstairs, led by Jack who was taking them two at a time. “What happened? Who’s hurt? Do I need to beat someone’s ass?” Is what left Jack’s mouth as he hit the last step. “What?” Skylar replied visibly confused. “We heard screaming, are you girls ok?” Jack asked scanning both girls for any injuries or distress. “Yes..yeah we’re fine Jacky.” Kenzie replied smiling warmly at him, before making her way over to him to give him a cuddle. She tapped him on the shoulder so he’d bend for her to whisper in his ear, “I’ll tell you later bubs.” Before kissing his cheek, smiling back at her Jack kissed her before releasing her from the cuddle. “Right boys….” Quinn started before being interrupted with a clearing of the throat by Skylar. “Sorry, Right EVERYONE… happy now? I say we order some pizza and have a movie night” Quinn finished. As the boys split into two groups, one to figure out pizza orders and the other to choose a movie, Kenzie and Skylar went around the house collecting blankets to use before coming back into the living room. Kenzie drew the blinds as Skylar started bringing in cups and 2 bottles of pop.

Kenzie sat comfortably in the corner of the L shaped couch waiting for the boys to join her. “Hey angel, which pizza do you want?” Kenzie could hear a muffled Jack ask. “Whichever one you’re having is fine with me bubs.” She replied, rolling her eyes dramatically at Sky. “You’d think after 2 nearly 3 years of dating he’d know what pizza I like.” The girls laughed. Soon the boys joined them and started the movie as they waited for the pizza, they had settled on watching the lion king. Why? Kenzie couldn’t tell you but she wasn’t complaining. They got about half hour into the movie when the doorbell rang. Quinn and Ethan stood up to answer the door as Luke reached for the remote and paused the movie. The pizza’s were placed on the coffee table and everyone started tucking in, Kenzie grabbing a plate for her and Jack to share and putting 3 slices on for Jack and 2 for her before turning holding the plate for them to eat off as she was sat on his lap cuddled into his side.

About 2 movies in Kenzie had fallen asleep, cuddled into Jack as he rubbed her back slowly, Jack sat up slowly scanning the room to see if anyone else was awake, he could see multiple boy shaped lumps spread out on the floor, a few on the couch as well. Skylar had knocked out on Lukes shoulder as Luke was slumped against the arm rest. Jack called out to see if anyone was awake “yo is anyone else awake”. “Yeah but I don’t think anyone else is” Quinn replied, looking over in Quinn’s direction Jack asked “Can you make sure the doors are locked as I get Kenzie and Skylar to bed?” “Yeah, is Skylar bunking with Luke?” Quinn asked, earlier in the week Jack had called Mackenzie to discuss sleeping arrangements, at first Kenzie was adamant about sharing with Skylar but Skylar had told her she was happy sharing with Luke, having spoke on FaceTime multiple times when Jack and Kenzie called, Skylar felt the most comfortable with him if she couldn’t share with Kenzie.

Slowly moving Kenzie off him, Jack stood up and stretched before waking Luke and gently picking up Skylar before heading upstairs to Luke’s room with Luke trailing behind, once Skylar was placed on the bed. Jack turned around bid goodnight to his younger brother and made his way back downstairs to pick up Kenzie, who was now stirring slightly. As soon as she saw Jack she smiled up at him making grabby hands at him. Jack chuckled and carefully stepped over the boys sleeping on the floor, grabbing Kenzie and heading upstairs. Once in Jacks room, Kenzie got off Jack and walked over to his dresser pulling out a pair of his sweats and a t-shirt to change into. Jack shut and locked the door before turning the tv on and pulling up F.R.I.E.N.D.S to watch and to add background noise before changing into sweats and taking his shirt off as he didn’t like wearing one to bed, the couple headed to the en-suite to brush their teeth and Kenzie washed her face.

Climbing into the bed first Jack rested his back against the headboard siting up right in the middle of the bed, Kenzie climbed in after sitting between his legs with her back resting against his chest, Jack resting his head in the crook between her shoulder and neck. Smiling, Jack turned his head kissing her cheek and then went back to watching the tv enjoying having Kenzie to himself for the first time in days. Kenzie turned her head whispering “I love you Jacky” “I love you baby” Jack replied instantly. Leaning up Kenzie kissed him, kissing back Jack reached up to hold the side of her face. Soon the kiss started getting heated, Jack pulled on Kenzie’s lip, tugging lightly. Kenzie moaned slightly into his mouth before pushing her tongue into his mouth and fighting for dominance, Jack won as usual, Kenzie reached back to tug on the hairs at the nape of his neck. Pulling away breathless Kenzie turned her head to watch the show again, whispering to Jack “we can’t do much bubs, everyone is here.” “I know baby, it’s ok” Jack replied.

Once Mackenzie’s attention was back on the tv, Jack slowly slid his hand down from around her waist to her hip, then the inside of her thighs slowly creeping higher as he turned his head to kiss her neck finding her sweet spot and sucking lightly, not enough to leave a hickey but enough that it was pleasurable for her. Kenzie moaned lightly at the sudden pleasure before whispering to Jack, “Baby mmm, Jack what are you doing?” “Sshh sshh baby just go back to watching the tv. Lemme take care of my angel hmm? Missed you so much.” Jack replied. Kenzie tilted her head to the left giving Jack more access to the right side of her neck, she reached up with her left arm to the back of his head playing with the hair at the nape of his neck again, tugging every now and then. Jack’s hand that was rubbing up and down her thigh slowly went higher rubbing over her his sweats. Kenzie moaned softly, biting her lip to keep quiet. “How’s that feel baby? That feel good hmm?” Jack asked pulling away from her neck just enough to talk. “Mhmm feels good jacky” Kenzie moaned back. “Yeah? You want more baby?” Jack breathed out his response in her ear, the warmth making her moan out again “mhmm yeah baby, please I missed you so much” “I missed you too angel, lemme show you just how much yeah?” Kenzie nodded, lifting her hips up so Jack could pull down her sweats and underwear. “Good girl, you’re my good girl aren’t you?” Jack teasingly asked. “Yeah… yes Jack— please.” Kenzie moaned out louder than before, “ssshh sshh baby I’m here, I’m right here. But you gotta be quiet don’t want anyone else to hear those beautiful moans hmm?” Jack asked as he started teasing her folds, spreading the wetness around. Before Kenzie could respond Jack was slipping his middle finger inside her, Kenzie rolled her eyes leaning her head back against his shoulder, moaning into his ear. “Fuck baby— mmm.”

Jack curled his finger slightly, not enough to reach her g-spot just yet but enough for it to add pleasure for her. “Want me to add another finger baby?” Jack asked already knowing the answer but wanting to hear her ask for it. “Yes— mmm yes Jack please, please.” Adding his index finger Jack increased the pace curling his fingers even more hitting her g-spot head on. “Aahhh mmm, FUCK JACK.” Kenzie moaned out, Jack halted his movements causing Kenzie to whine out. “Sshhh ssshh baby, gotta make sure no one heard you yeah?.” After hearing no movements in the house, Jack started moving his fingers again slowly at first but increasing the pace again. Curling his fingers hitting her g-spot again, “mmm fuck, jack right there, right there.” “Right here? Yeah?” Jack asked delivering an extra hard thrust of his fingers. “Yessss mhmm right there jack.” Kenzie was in pure bliss, head leaning back on his shoulder, eyes rolled back. “Don’t stop, please— please don’t stop.” She moaned again, “sshh I’m not gonna stop baby, that feel good?” Jack turned his head, kissing her jaw and cheek as he spoke. “Ahhhh feels so good Jack, I love you.” “I love you baby” Jack could tell she was getting close, one of the telltale signs was when she’d start rambling and asking for reassurance that he was there, that he wasn’t gonna stop, that he loved her.

“Jack, oh Jack— mmm fuck, I’m close.” Speeding up his pace even more, he felt her back arch into him. Quickly wrapping his free arm around her waist to hold her against him, he felt her clenching on his two fingers and so he slid another one in as his thumb started rubbing her clit pushing her over the edge. “Jack— Jack I’m gonna cum” Kenzie warned him, “I know baby, I know. Be a good girl and cum for me yeah? You’re a good girl aren’t you, my good girl.” “Jack— Oh Jack I’m cumming, I’m cumming— JACK.” And with that she was sent over the edge, back arching, eyes rolled back seeing stars, clenching around his fingers and grabbing for his free hand. Jack slowed his fingers, thrusting them slowly and pulling one out each time the pulled out of her. Kenzie slumped back into his chest panting, mumbling “Jacky, Jack I love you. So good, you’re so good to me.” Jack stroked her hair with his clean hand telling her he loved her and how good she did for him.

Once she came around she turned to straddle him, trying to pull his sweats down to return the favour. “Lemme help you Jacky.” “No no I’m ok baby, you can help me another time yeah?” He could see the exhausted expression on her face so he flipped them over before walking into the en-suite grabbing a warm washcloth to help clean her up before grabbing her underwear and sweats helping her into them and cuddling in bed with her, turning the tv off and giving her a kiss before turning the lamp off. Mumbling I love you’s and falling asleep.

The next morning the couple were awoken to Skylar knocking on the door telling them to get up as they were going out on the boat. Giving Jack a kiss good morning, Kenzie headed into the en-suite brushing her teeth and jumping in the shower. Jack soon joined her in the shower after brushing his teeth, wrapping his arms around her from behind. Kenzie felt something poke her in the back, turning around Kenzie leant up to kiss him as Jack bent down to meet her halfway. Kissing deeply, Jack jolted in surprise when he felt her small hand wrap around his length stroking up and down slowly. Jack leaned back against the wall, head tilted down resting on her shoulder moaning. “Fuck baby mmm” “that feel good jacky yeah? Lemme return the favour from last night baby boy.” Jack moaned out again as she went faster, leaning down to spit on his length using her spit as lube. Jack was getting close already, feeling the tension in his abdomen tighten having not gotten a release last night. Kenzie could tell he was close feeling him twitch in her hand, squeezing her hand around him confirmed this as Jack groaned out, his hips jerking up into her hand. “That’s it baby, fuck my hand. You’re close aren’t you Jacky.” Kenzie teased like he did to her last night. “Mmm yeah angel, fuck I’m so close. Don’t stop baby— please don’t stop.” He moaned, oh how the tables have turned Kenzie thought nevertheless she didn’t stop her pace and soon Jack was cumming. “FUCK KENZIE, mmm baby I’m gonna cum— fuck I’m cumming.” Finishing on her hand, Kenzie stroked his cheek and hair with her clean hand. Washing the other one under the shower head, before giving him a deep kiss and stepping out the shower, walking into their bedroom Kenzie got dressed into a pale yellow bikini that Jack had gotten her for her birthday last year, plaiting her hair into Dutch braids and stealing one of Jacks shirts as a cover up before leaving Jack to finish getting ready and heading downstairs. Not seeing anyone Kenzie assumed they were all on the docks, she would be correct finding everyone either sorting the boat out or climbing on it. As soon as she saw Skylar she clicked her fingers and pointed. “That’s my bikini, I knew I hadn’t lost it.” “Yeah I borrowed it, I’ll give it back” Skylar replied.

After the boat was sorted and Jack had finally joined them, they headed out onto the water. Kenzie making sure everyone had sunscreen on before asking Jack to put some on her. “Hey does anyone wanna wakeboard?” Quinn asked from the drivers seat. “Yeah I’ll have a go, wanna join me Sky?” Kenzie replied, Skylar looked unsure. Kenzie was always the more adventurous one, not to say Skylar wouldn’t try anything but she’d usually need a little push from her sister. Kenzie was up for pretty much anything, the more thrilling the better. “Sure I’ll have a go” Skylar replied. A few attempts later and the girls got the hang of it, “There you go babe!! That’s it!!” Jack encouraged her. The group spent the rest of the day wakeboarding until sunset. Heading back to the lake house, everyone decided to shower, get changed and head out for dinner at a local restaurant, after a lovely meal and plenty of chatter they headed home.

Sitting out on the porch tucked under Jacks arm, Kenzie watched Skylar and Ethan laughing pretending to fence each other with foam pool noodles. Kenzie could see the radiant smile Skylar had and wondered if that’s what she looked like around Jack. Pulling her out of her thoughts Jack asked what she was thinking about, “I’m just looking at Sky and Ethan. Remind you for a certain couple?” She replied looking up at him, Jack smiled before responding “yeah, I still remember when we first started dating, how nervous I was about messing it up. But you made it so easy, it’s simple with you, we have something special here and judging by how Ethan is looking at Sky I can tell you he looks a hell of a lot like me when I first started talking to you. I recognize that dopey grin from anywhere.” Smiling Kenzie leaned up kissing him before responding lovingly “I’m so in love with you Jack Rowden Hughes.” Jack responded in a heartbeat “and I’m so in love with you Mackenzie Reese Havener”.

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Kenzie.Havener “yo babe look at this” proceeds to back flop into the lake 😂🫶🏼 joking Jacky I love you really 🫶🏼

jackhughes don’t hate me coz you ain’t me baby, I looked so cool until I didn’t. I love you too I guess 😒

Kenzie.Havener YOU GUESS… EXCUSE ME?!! Accepting applications for a new boyfriend space just opened up 🙄🫠

Mackie.Samo Hi yes hello?! Where do I drop my application off?

jackhughes ERM EXCUSE ME “aCcEpTiNg ApPlIcAtIoNs” wtaf 🙄😒

Kenzie.Havener SAY YOU LOVE ME THEN 😒

jackhughes I LOVE YOU 🫶🏼♥️ happy?

Kenzie.Havener YES 🫶🏼

Kay.Johnson excuse me… get in line @mackie.samo I’ve been waiting my whole life for this 🤨💅🏼

Kenzie.Havener @Kay.Johnson don’t get me wrong I love you like REALLY love you but last time I was aware you didn’t have a dick 💅🏼😙

Frey.Lodge plus me and Kenzie already have plans to elope in Vegas and become lesbian wine aunts 💅🏼🍷

Kay.Johnson WHY WAS I NOT INFORMED OF THESE PLANS?!! CAN I JOIN?💅🏼😉

Kenzie.Havener you’ll have to ask Frey about that 😂🫶🏼

Frey.Lodge of course you can join gorgeous, you can be my side hoe 😉😏

Kay.Johnson hell yes 💅🏼 I make an excellent side hoe😉😏

Kenzie.Havener oh yes because it ended soooo well last time you were a side hoe 🙄😒 miss “kenny-bear and jack jack come pick me up his bitch found out and I’m wine drunk in a parking lot” 💅🏼🫶🏼

jackhughes omg I forgot about that 😂😂😂

Kay.Johnson IT WAS ONE TIME 😠, and you said you wouldn’t tell anyone 😩

L_hughes06 what the hell is this comment section?

Skylar.Grace beats me but it’s free entertainment so I’m not complaining 💅🏼🫡

Skylar.Grace look at me staying on the board for 0.2 seconds to get a picture 🫠😂

Kenzie.Havener mom would be so proud of you 🫡🫶🏼

AN the end of part 3, my first ever smut so if it’s trash I’m sorry 🫠 I tried lol

#jack hughes x reader #jack hughes #luke hughes #quinn hughes #umich hockey #ethan edwards x reader #jack hughes smut #ethan edwards

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silent-raven13 · 8 months

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It's Over 2

(Part 1)

Warning: Mention of sexual acts, and harsh use of language. 🤷🏽‍♀️ Read at your risk! Also this is a break up story! Angst! Heartbreak!

Miles had calm down as he walks back and forth while his friends were having lunch with him in Miguel's office. The older Spiderman eats an empanada with one hand, and the other he would type on his holo-graphic key broads. That man never takes a break longer than five minutes, he always have to work.

"Miles, it's okay." Gwen chews his food, "Come here and sit with us. Hobie is dumb, he doesn't know what he wants."

"Yeah!" Pav chews his food while talking, "He's probably upset about the break up."

"They're right, Morales. He said those things out of spite." Miguel's voice ring Miles' ears, feeling those red eyes on him.

Miles stopped his pacing, "I... It's just- God, I thought I was over with him, but what he said really hurt me." He wraps his arms around himself trying to feel secure, he didn't want to ry again. It's humiliating enough that everyone in Spider Society got to witness their stupid fight. He turns to look up Miguel on the platform, "What he said about you wasn't right? You didn't deserve that. I'm sorry."

The twenty one year old didn't expect his ex-boyfriend to be like this. What a way to ruin his day! When things went so well, Hobie had to start by bringing up Miguel and him. Ugh, it's getting to frustrating, he wished he slapped his ex's across the face and tell him to shut up.

Gwen went over to hug her friend, "Miles, it'll be okay. Maybe Pav's right. He's probably saying that because he's mad about the break up." She slowly brought Miles over to sit where her and Pav were, "Come on, eat. Don't starve yourself."

"She's right, Morales. What's done is done. Right now, you have to focus on yourself." Miguel said with his eyes on the Spider-man, he could tell he's hurting.

"You guys are right. Hobie only said that because he's mad." Miles softly said, "But I will not forgive him for it." He'll be damn to be easy on his ex next time they see each other. Hell, he would probably ignore that fucking punker for being a dickhead.

"Honestly, Hobie is just being so dramatic. It's weird how he's saying you and Miguel are thing like everyone knows you two are just teacher and student." Pav said out loud.

Gwen noticed the way Miles' tensed up a bit by the slight mention of him and Miguel, she wasn't sure if it meant he didn't like the accusations or something more. Blue eyes noticed a slight warm tint on her best friend's cheek. What's this, now?

Pav on the other hand noticed the way Miguel avoided the conversation, the way his body awkwardly shifts to work on his massive control panels. His red eyes would glance over at Miles then on the screen.

Normally, when there's a nasty rumor or outrageous gossip, the old Spider-man quickly shuts it down. He will be the first one to bark, and threaten to never bring up the rumor again. So hearing these kinds of rumors, any Spider-hero would think Miguel would have strong opinions against it. What's going on, Mr. O'Hara?

Miles shove an empanada in his mouth before saying anything, "It is." He finally said. "He's just mad that I found out about him and Miles 42... that asshole." This brought back Gwen's and Pav's attention, forgetting about the way Miles and Miguel were acting before, both of their eyes widen like they were about to pop out of their skulls.

"MMhhmm!" Pav mumbles as he had food in his mouth giving a big nod.

"How did you find that out?" Gwen asked.

Miles sighs, "His Uncle Aaron, and I would noticed Hobie's stuff would be left around Miles 42's place. That jerk didn't keep it hidden, huh?"

Miles and Miles 42 had a rather odd relationship, they were sort of friends. Miles 42 never really like to say they were friends, because he's much cold guy, who prefers to vibe and chill. So the two would often hang out, and chill from time to time. Miles would see him as a acquaintance, because they don't have anything much in common.

When they do share something they like such as music or training together, they like to bond over it. Now, Miles 42 always kept it real for Miles, unless he asked him. That one always a quiet fellow, rarely talks like the chatterbox Miles 1610 does.

"I asked 42, too. He said yeah." Miles sighs, "I mean, I should get mad at him too, right?"

"You should. You guys are friends! Who does that?" Pav asked out loud being upset, "It's like I go kissed Gayatri's best friend and said whoops!"

"But me and 42 aren't friends, we just hang out from time to time." Miles tries to find an excuse not to be mad at his alternative self.

"Did he- did he sleep around with Hobie when you two were together?" Gwen saw the sad look on Miles' face.

He bites his bottom lip scared to answered, the tears started to cover his vision. "I didn't ask... I was too scared too. I know, Hobie had cheated on me, but not most of our relationship. I couldn't take it when I found out through one of his bandmates, so asking Miles 42 was a big no for me." He felt Gwen's hands rubbing his back trying to comfort him.

"Dude, it's okay if you don't want to see Hobie anymore. We can find a way to hang out, and do missions together." She hated that Hobie broke her best friend's heart.

Pav agreed, "Yeah, we done it before. I'm sure, Mr. O'Hara can find ways for all us to work separately."

"I already have," Miguel mutters loud enough for them to hear.

"Wow, that's so fast!" The Indian Spider-man shouted being surprised. Well, he is Miguel O'Hara, a workaholic perfectionist Spider-man.

"See."

"Yeah, you're right. I just need to heal and focus on myself." Then Miles winced at his sides causing Miguel to be alert by his sudden movement. The twenty one Black Latino hunch to the side with his hand on his side.

"Miles, are you okay?" Pav asked.

Miguel quickly stopped working to jump down from his platform, "Morales, what's wrong?" he asked sounding concerned.

Miles grunts a bit, "I'm fine! Eh, I think the malfunction from the suit is starting to affect me." He got up to stretch his sides.

"No, siéntate. No estreses tu cuerpo, Miles." Miguel said to the young man, he placed his hand on his narrow shoulders making him sit on his rolling chair. "Coño! No esperaba que el traje te hiciera daño."

Miles sighs trying to hold the pain, "Maybe it wasn't correctly design for me. You did took Araña's body instead of mine."

"That's right, maybe I need to have Lyla scan your body for the update." Miguel looks too upset with himself to allow Miles to take the suit. "I should've let Araña wore it."

"Hey, no fair! I won the bet! Now, we know there's something to be improved!" Miles chuckles, "Besides, I'm fine. It just aches."

"Where's my suit! I would be happy to take a prototype! I've been here longer!" Gwen asked out loud.

"Oh me too! I want one that will take in my natural waistline!" Pav chipped in.

Miguel could only sighs out loud by the two young Spider-heroes. Miles laughs with an amusement look on his face, being a bit chipper than a few minutes ago. The older Latino could only let out a small smile at him.

After Gwen and Pav finishing their lunch, they began cleaning up their mess. "Oh my god, I got a History report to go for my stupid class." Gwen fake weeps about her college classes.

"Same! But with Anthropology!" Pav said to her, he throw his stuff in the trash can, "I don't even know what to write and need to catch up my reading!"

"What about you, Miles? You got homework?" Gwen asked.

"Yeah, just some Statistic problems, twenty questions. I finished most of my work last night." Miles said to them, "Hey, I'ma stay here for a bit longer. Miguel needs to check the damages on this suit."

"Oh sure. Hope nothing is too bad." Pav said, "Send pictures on the damages! I can ask my Aunt Maya for remedies!"

"Yeah, man. Hope you get home safety and," Gwen hugs Miles one more time, "Hey, forget about Hobie. You deserve better."

"Thanks, Gwen." Miles nodded. He saw his two friends leaving back to their home world by opening a portal in Miguel's office.

Just like that, it was just Miles and Miguel in the room. "Lyla, put a the anti-portal barrier in my office." He pushes a button to have the front door locked on his watch. This helps keep any unwanted guest to disrupt the two.

Miles chuckles turning to Miguel, "Really, Miguel?"

"You want people to look to you naked?" Miguel asked being amused.

"No, it's just funny." Miles saw the way Miguel came up to him being so large, looming over him. He can never get over how tall the leader of Spider Society is, and how small he feels.

Miguel's serious expression finally softens with a slight frown on his face, his large hand caress Miles' cheek, "Estás bien, mi cariño? I know, your hurting?"

"I'm fine, Miguelito." Miles finally said giving a soft smiles, "I got you." He finally hugs Miguel tightly, "I've been wanting to do this all day, heh."

"I know, mi amor." Miguel's muscular arms wrapped around the young Spider-man, "Do you think they noticed?"

"God, I hope not! I mean, we're not... really a thing, yet." Miles lifts his head up to meet soft red ruby eyes, something he comes to love.

After the break up, Miguel was one of the first person to check on him. Weird, huh? Well, the older man hated how things were played out on Miles' break up with Hobie, and decided to offer some sort of help. He saw the way Miles became so depress, so broken, it bothered him. Not just bothered, it got him far too upset at the punker. Miles is a good person, and treating someone like that made Miguel's blood boiled.

It brought back awful memories of what he did with his own brother, and he didn't think anything bad at his youth. Now seeing Miles' so heart broken, he could understand what his brother went through. So, he wanted to be there for the young man.

Miles was glad that Miguel been kind to him through the whole thing. They didn't expect to like each other, it wasn't in their bingo card for the year. They wanted to be friends, student and mentor with no love interest. The more they spend time together, the more they started having certain common things about being Spider-man, or Latino foods they grew up with, pretty much a lot of stuff.

Until, the two kissed one time being alone talking about something involving Pan Dulces, and they happened to lock eyes and kissed. To their surprised they pulled away, Miguel apologize first.

Then Miles deny it and blame it on him for being too greedy, and didn't want Miguel to be a rebound. After all, he's still dealing with his break up with Hobie. The two agreed to wait it out until Miles is ready to date, again. Miguel is a patient man.

Still the two like to call each other endearment nicknames, show certain signs of love like holding hands or hugs. Small kisses on the cheek or pecks on the lips. Maybe a little more if they are feeling daring that day.

Miguel took Miles hand to kiss his knuckles, his fangs gently graze the soft prototype fabric, "Not yet." He agreed.

"I'm still upset how he said those things to you." Miles sighs, "I never want you to be involved. It's not like we were a thing after our break up. We just started two months ago." He loves the way Miguel shows his love through touch, it gets his heart beating.

"No me importa. He lidiado con su mierda antes." Miguel places his hands on Miles' arms, "All I care about is you. You didn't deserve any of it."

"I'm glad you're here for me. It means a lot." He smiles at him.

"Me too. I get to see that beautiful smile you have." Miguel's thumb rub against Miles' lips before planting a small kiss. Just a small peck, innocent enough to keep their boundaries.

"You... You wanna see my bruises?" Miles finally asked being a bit shy.

"Sí, I need to know if you're okay. I hate that I allow you to get hurt with this prototype." He said, as he pushes a button to release the nanotech armor over the spandex fabric from Miles' body. The nanotech armor is to help protect a Spider-hero's body or stabilize any of their special abilities.

The suit stays on Miles showing it's much more breathable, flexible fabric, "The armor is light, but..." Miles began as he unzips the spandex-like fabric, Miguel's hand slowly slip into the opening just to feeling Miles' chest, then took off the top part.

Miles feeling flustered having his chest exposed for his new love to see, he focused on the bruises on his sides, "See. Right here, and here." His own hands tug a bit of his skin to show the purple dark marks around his sides, "When I absorb some energy, the suit somehow couldn't respond to it and shock me back."

Miguel's warm hand gently touch the dark bruises, feeling Miles' warm skin, the young Spider-man grown to had a bit more muscle on his body. "Does it hurt a lot, Miles?"

"No, just aches."

"We should take you to med-bay."

"No, I'm fine." Miles laughs it off, "It'll heal a couple of days." He winced when Miguel's hand pressed gently.

"I hate seeing you hurt. I'm taking you to med-bay."

"Okay, Miguelito." There's no arguing with him, Miles knows Miguel worries for him.

The large Spider-man sat on his rolling chair to have a closer look on Miles' bruises, "I need to make sure this suit needs to have the proper tech. Maybe I wasn't calculating the amount of energy, you can handle." He sighs being upset with himself, "Lo siento, mi vida." His face buries into Miles' lower stomach as his large arms wrapped around his waist.

"It's fine, bae. Don't be hard on yourself," The young man's hands rub his crush's head feeling the soft hair and gel through his fingers. "That's why it's a prototype."

Miguel gently rubs his bruises feeling his body winced, "I know." He softly said as he place a kiss on the bruised. Miles blushes feeling Miguel's warm lips planting kisses on his sides.

"Miguel..." Miles softly felt his voice shake.

"Did it make it better?" He pulled away to look up a flustered Miles, his red eyes fixated on his breathing.

"Yes. It feels good."

"Good," Miguel did it again, his lips touch such soft skin. His nose breathing in Miles' scent as he kept giving soft pecks, the only sound of his lips kissing was made in the room.

Miles could only let out a moan, "Miguel..."

"Fuck! Ahh! UGH! Shit-shit-shit!" Miles 42 moans out loud after Hobie gave a few powerful thrusts into him with no warning or thoughts of slowing down. The twenty-one year old had to place his hand behind him to prevent his lover from give another powerful pound. He already came twice, this second got his asshole gaping against Hobie's dick.

"Shit, man! Ahhh!" He moans again, feeling the tall punker on his back finally cumming in him. "Shhhiiitt, papi." A nickname Miles 42 like to use on Hobie, whenever they spend the time together.

Hobie merely groans into Miles 42's shoulder, breathing heavily into his beautiful brown skin. "Fuck, mate. You good?" Noticing Miles 42's legs shaking and his face buried in to the pillow.

"Shut the fuck up and get off me asshole!" He finally shouted being so embarrassed, "Fuck, you cum in my ass!"

"Pfft, what you wanted on your arse?" Hobie pulls out his cock hearing Miles 42 soft mewl, something almost similar to his Miles. He chuckles lowly at the way he glares at him.

"Fuck you!" Miles 42 throws a pillow at him, "I didn't expect you to cum my ass twice."

"Heh, I had a shitty day." Hobie quickly lay beside him taking a joint from the night stand along his lighter, he took a couple of hits before passing it to Miles 42. "Ahh, I needed that." His hungover was bothering him.

Miles 42 took the joint to smoke, his naked body out as he lay on the bed, "So, what happen?"

"Nothing." Hobie stares up the ceiling feeling his high.

"You just said you feel like shit."

"And? Since when you care?"

"I don't, but you coming in here crying to me all drunk it's fucking annoying." He wanted a clear answer than Hobie's drunk mumbles.

"Is it, darling?" Hobie asked with a grin on his face noticing that bashful look Miles 42 did. A bit different compare to his Miles. "Heh, alright. My ex is fucking with our leader."

"For real? Damn, didn't know he had it in him. Miles 1610 always seems to shy to do anything about anything. Maybe that's why he took forever to confront you." Receiving a glare from the punker, Miles rolled his eyes, "I'm just saying, fuck. Chill. You already fucked me."

"Yet, Miles told me, he knew about me and you."

"He asked me. I'm always honest, man." Miles 42 blow smoke into Hobie's face, "You know, I don't lie to him."

"Did he know about us before?" The punker asked already having a feeling Miles 1610 knows.

"Nah, but he knows. I can tell." Miles 42 handed the joint to the punker, "I'm surprised he didn't kick my ass. I would. I would've lay my shit out if I was him."

"Because he already gave up on me. Ughhh," Hobie's head bend down with his hands on it getting upset with himself, "I fucked up, didn't I?"

"Do you have to ask?" Miles 42 snorted, as he sat up to take the joint back from the punker, "Pfft, you either want him back or not! By the sound of it, ya'll over, over."

"Fuck, your a cruel wanker, you know that?"

"I know, papi." He took a hold on Hobie's face forcing him to open his mouth, then blew smoke into his mouth, "Now, you either fuck me and cum in my ass, again or fucking leave."

Hobie inhaled the smoke before tackling Miles 42 into a deep kiss as he got on top of him. Just one more time wouldn't hurt.

(Hehehe, I know some of ya'll gonna be mad-mad. It's okay if you do.🫣😂 We are all rooting for Punkflower, but damn Hobie is fucking up. I might need to put this in a separate section on Archive our Own instead of Punkflower. 🤔)

#angst #heartbreak #punkflower #?#miles morales #hobie brown #across the spider verse #spider verse

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sunnyhoneyshimmermagic · 4 months

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(Dee Dee and Teddy are at town square, selling apples and introducing our story):

Dee Dee: Get 'em while they're fresh! Apples! Christmas apples!

Teddy: We got Mclntosh!

Dee Dee: Get your Christmas apples.

Teddy: Red Delicious. Tuppence apiece while they last. Whatever the fuck that means.

Dee Dee: We... They won't last long the way you're eating them.

Teddy: Hey. I'm creatin' scarcity. Drives the prices up. Read all about it in Ladie's Home Journal

Dee Dee (sighs): Teddy... (sees us) Hello! Welcome to The Big Nate Christmas Carol! I am here to tell the story, in my usual dramatic fashion!

Teddy: And I am here for the food and bantz! This Christmas, I wanna be written with an actual character!

Dee Dee: My name is Charles Dickens.

Teddy: And my name is Teddy Ortiz! Hey, wait a second. You're not Charles Dickens!

Dee Dee: I am too!

Teddy: No. Dickens was called that for a reason!

Dee Dee: omg it's 2023

Teddy: your name isn't even Charles!

Dee Dee: good, cringe name

Teddy: Dickens was a 19th-century novelist! A genius! God I hang around Francis too much.

Dee Dee: Oh, you're too kind. :3

Teddy: Why should I believe you?

Dee Dee: Well... Because I know the story of "A Christmas Carol" like the back of my hand.

Teddy: do I smell a wager?

Dee Dee: I hope, otherwise I didn't brush my teeth well.

Teddy: ugh, just prove it! Prove you know it!

Dee Dee: All right. Um, there's a little mole on my thumb, from when I tried to taste the wood on my stage, and, uh, a scar on my wrist, from when I fell off my bicycle performing as Lance Armstrong: licence to juice.

Teddy: No, No, No, No, Don't tell us your hand. Tell us the story!!

Dee Dee: Oh! Oh!

Teddy: Thank you. Yes.

Dee Dee (ahem): The Betancourts were dead to begin with.

Teddy: Wha, Wha... Pardon me?

Dee Dee: That's how the story begins, Teddy. The Betancourts were dead to begin with. As dead as a doornail.

Teddy (getting into it): ooh! It's a good beginning! It's creepy and kind of spooky. Like Mrs. Godfrey in a conga line.

Dee Dee: Thank you, Teddy!

Teddy: You're welcome, Mrs. Dickens!

Dee Dee: now, where was I? Ah, yes. In life, the Betancourts had been business partners... With a shrewd moneylender named Gina Hemphil-Scrooge. You will meet her as she comes around that corner.

Teddy: Where?

Dee Dee: There. See, next to the klassic komix and Mr. Pretzel?

Teddy: Uh huh! When?

Dee Dee: Not yet... Not yet... Let the tension rise...

Teddy: I am, I am!

Dee Dee: ...Now!

(Gina enters, draped in a black coat and top hat, carrying a cane. Every step calculated and cold)

Dee Dee: There she is! Ms. Gina Hemphil-Scrooge.

Teddy: Say, Is it gettin' colder out here?

(Song)

Emmit the custodian: When a cold wind blows it chills you

Chills you to the bone

Czerwicki: But there's nothing in nature that

Freezes your heart

Like years of being alone

Rosa: It paints you with indifference

Like a lady paints with rouge

Clarke: And the worst of the worst

The most hated and cursed

Is the one that we call Scrooge (yeah)

Chester: Unkind as any

And the wrath of many

This is Gina Hemphil-Scrooge

Miranda, Angie, Kelly, Trudy, Kim, Jenny: Oh, there goes Ms. Humbug

There goes Ms. Grim

If they gave a prize for bein' unfair

The winner would be her

Brindle: Oh, Gina loves her money

'Cause she thinks it gives her power

If she became a flavor you can bet she would be sour

Staples, Shipulski, Calhoon, John, Galvin: There goes Ms. Skinflint

There goes Ms. Greed

The undisputed mistress of

The underhanded deed

Marty: She charges folks a fortune

For her dark and drafty houses

Vern and Marge: Poor folk live in misery

Uncle Ted: It's even worse for louses

Miranda, Angie, Kelly, Trudy, Kim, Jenny: She must be so lonely

She must be so sad

She goes to extremes

To convince us she's bad

She's really a victim of fear and of pride

Look close and there must be

A sweet girl inside.

...

Naaaah!

Everyone: There goes Ms. Outrage

There goes Ms. Sneer

Ahe has no time for friends or fun

Her anger makes that clear

Don't ask her for a favor

'Cause her nastiness increases

No crust of bread for those in need

No cheeses for us meeses

There goes Ms. Heartless

There goes Ms. Cruel

She never gives

She only takes

She lets this hunger rule

If bein' mean's a way of life you

Practice and rehearse

Then all that work is paying off

'Cause Gina's getting worse

Every day

In every way

Gina is getting worse!

(Gina sharply turns, giving a cold stare)

Everyone: OH, UM, I HAVE SOMETHING TO DO SUDDENLY

(They escape)

Gina (quiet rage): ...Humbug.

#big nate #my stories

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anna-hawk · 2 years

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Bored Brat (drabble)

Frank Castle x f!Reader

Warnings: Explicit content – light bondage - dom/sub undertones – smut

I wanted to write some bratty Reader moment and thought of this. It got longer than expected 😅

You're sitting on the couch and reading a book. At least that's what you'd been doing until now. The plot just took a very weird turn that makes absolutely no sense to you, meaning that you've now lost interest and know that there's no way that you're going to finish the book.

You sigh, blowing air through your mouth forcefully and emitting a loud sound of exasperation while you tilt your head over the back of the couch. Great, now what?

Rolling your head to the side with another sigh, this one almost silent, you find Frank sitting at the living room table, his eyes focused on what he's doing on the laptop.

“Frank, I'm bored,” you moan dejectedly, pressing your lips into an exaggerated pout.

Frank neither moves nor says anything, his face never wavering from the screen.

“Frank! I'm-”

“Bored. Heard ya the first time,” Frank cuts in distractedly, scrolling down the page he's on with quick movements, but he's still not looking at you.

You throw the book to the side of the couch and give Frank an indignant glare. A glare that he, of course, doesn't see.

“Don't ignore me,” you complain sulkily.

“I'm workin',” Frank replies easily.

“Doesn't mean you have to ignore me.”

Frank meets your eyes for the first time with a neutral expression.

“Read another book.” He looks forward again, a frown forming between his eyes at what he's reading.

“Don’t wanna,” you moan, throwing your head back again with a huff.

Frank stays silent again. You scoff and kneel up on the couch to face him fully, the table just a few feet away from the couch.

“Come on, Frank. Take a break. You’ve been at it for hours.”

“Can’t.”

“Fraaaaank,” you lament, but he ignores you. “Ugh.”

You stand this time and saunter towards the table, swishing your hips enticingly. Something that Frank misses again. Or, maybe, he’s choosing to ignore it. You lean over the table, right across from him, and lower the lid of the laptop just enough to force him to look at you.

“I wanna fuck,” you grin seductively, biting over your lower lip and stroking a finger along your chest.

Frank levels you an unimpressed stare, blinking once, before he pulls the lid of the laptop back up. “No.” He pointedly looks into the screen again.

You splutter in outrage at his easy dismissal and rise from your position over the table.

“No? What-”

“Not now.”

“Then when?” You exclaim, throwing your arms up.

“Later.” Frank’s tone turns lower, irritation growing in it as his eyes meet yours again. “Or maybe not at all if you keep this up.”

You roll your eyes dramatically with a scoff and nearly miss his eyes clouding over with annoyance. It doesn’t bother you, you only stare back with a bored expression. Frank glances at the laptop, before he looks at you again and seems to come to a decision.

He stands in one fluid motion, something that’s impressive considering his bulk, and closes the laptop to approach you in one large step. Your eyes light up, a smug grin on your face at having gotten him to give in.

“Strip,” he orders in a clipped tone.

Chuckling triumphantly, you quickly remove your clothes. As soon as you’re done, Frank grabs you by the nape and gets you to lean over the table again, pressing a palm into the middle of your back.

“Stay still,” he rumbles.

You love it when he gets like this, so you only smirk to yourself and do as he says. He moves away for a few seconds and comes back with some rope that he used to tie around some furniture and transport it to the VA center for Curtis. You only make an appreciative sound as Frank starts curling the rope around your wrists. He pulls your arms to the side until your upper body is flush with the table. Frank wraps the ends of the rope around the table once before he secures them around two different legs.

Frank steps back with a thoughtful sound, before he seems satisfied with his work. Out of nowhere, a hard smack lands on your ass, making you gasp loudly in surprise and slight pain. Next thing you know, Frank is opening his pants and stroking the head of his cock between your folds. You groan at the feeling and curl your fingers into fists in anticipation. Deeming you ready enough, Frank puts a palm over your lower back and pushes his whole length inside until he bottoms out, drawing a long moan from you.

“Wanted me to fuck you?” He rasps, his fingers squeezing your ass as he pulls back out slowly and snaps his hips back forward.

“Oh fuck, yes,” you cry out, your head lying on one side and your breath fogging up the table-top close to your mouth.

Frank’s moving for real now. He doesn’t take his time, just fucks you relentlessly, pace hard and fast, knocking the breath out of you and only letting you utter gasped out sounds. His hands stay at your ass or your hips, grabbing and pulling at your skin, while Frank pants and grunts over you, the table rattling over the floor.

And then Frank’s coming, his hips locking in place with his cock deep inside you as he fills you up. He’s breathing harshly from exertion as he pulls out, a thin dribble of come following him and sliding down one of your thighs.

“Frank?” You ask, bewildered as you see him closing his pants and sitting down in front of the laptop again, your face now obstructed as he lifts the lid.

“Mh?” He hums lightly, his eyes drifting over what he’d been doing earlier.

“Frank?” You repeat, your voice going higher while your legs still tremble from Frank’s thrusts, yet your orgasm far away.

“I didn’t come.”

“I know.”

“You – I – Frank! Fucking untie me, at least.” You try to pound the table with your fists, but Frank has secured your arms too well for that.

“Maybe if you stop bein’ a brat and let me finish workin’ like I asked you to.” Frank’s voice still sounds unconcerned.

Your mouth works silently as realization slowly settles in, understanding that Frank really isn’t planning on releasing you yet. Neither giving you release for that matter. You start muttering under your breath in utter outrage and start wiggling around, trying to loosen the rope, although you know that it’s a lost cause.

“Don’t move too much, or you’re gonna hurt your wrists.”

You slump down in defeat, sulking, and close your eyes as you feel more come slipping free. You sigh and press your legs together tightly.

“Please?” You try tentatively, casting your eyes up as far as possible.

Frank chuckles. “Progress.” He doesn’t move or look at you, however.

“When?” You continue, voice meek.

“If you stop askin’, then sooner than you think,” he says it kindly, but you still hear the threat in his voice at your continued questioning.

You open your mouth again, but stop yourself from saying more. You close your eyes again with a small sigh and try to get as comfortable as possible as you set out for waiting for as long as Frank chooses.

#frank castle x reader #frank castle x female reader #frank castle #the punisher #frank castle fanfiction #the punisher fanfiction #jon bernthal #fanfiction #mes fics #writing #drabble

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hot-girl-nancy · 2 years

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Honey

Pairing: Nancy Wheeler x fem!reader Summary: It's a shitshow of a summer and Nancy Wheeler has the prettiest smile you have ever seen. A/N: Hi! And welcome back! This is part 2 of Honey!! There will be more parts to come and just like last time, I am open to suggestions or other ideas! I have not yet created a masterlist but I am working on having that added soon!! If you have any questions, please do not hesitate to ask!! Okay, love you, bye! ----

Later that night, after everyone had been found and delivered to their respective homes safely, Robin and I started getting ready for bed.

“Nancy and Y/N sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-OW!” Robin howled out as a tattered copy of It by Stephen King bounced off her hip. “That could have actually killed me. Do you see how big this thing is?”

“Stop being dramatic. And stop singing that stupid song.” I spat back. The moment that Robin and I were alone and away from everyone else, she began her relentless session of teasing.

“I’ll stop singing it when it becomes true.” Robin shrugged. “I saw the way you two were eyeing each other. If you had told me last year that Nancy Wheeler, the Nancy Wheeler, was gay…”

“She’s not,” I interjected. “And you know, it kind of sucks that you keep rubbing that in. I wish I had never even mentioned this stupid crush to you.”

Robin stared at me with her mouth hanging open. The look on her face was somewhere between amused and annoyed. “Are you shitting me right now?”

I picked at the stitching on my pajama shorts and shrugged. “No, I mean, of course, I would have told you, but ugh, God you are so annoy-”

“No, shut up, not that.” Robin interrupted. “Sometimes you can be a huge dingus, even more so than Harrington. Nancy Wheeler is most certainly gay.”

I rolled my eyes. “Please, elaborate. I would love to hear more.”

Robin studied my face. “Hurtful, but I will elaborate because I am a damn good friend!” She threw my stuffed rabbit at me. “When you told me back in 8th grade that you had a crush on her, I remember thinking that there was no way in hell that would ever work out. Miss Fancy Nancy, with a girl? Laughable. Absolutely outrageous. And then Nancy and Steve started dating, which ya know I loved because finally, Tammy would stop looking at him with her stupid googly eyes.”

“Ah yes, the stupidest of googly eyes.”

“But oh so gorgeous!” Robin sighed, “Anyways, Steve and Nancy broke up, and then she was with Johnathon. And I always kind of wondered if she had a fling with Billy but I guess that’s one secret we will never know. But then I met all of them because of Steve and I noticed there was always something about Nancy that I couldn’t quite put my finger on. And then I introduced the two of you.”

Robin walked over to where I was sitting on my bed. She jumped up beside me and turned to face me. “I have a pretty intense gaydar.”

“Gaydar!” I exclaimed! “How could I think for one second you were going to be serious? You actually had me going there for a minute.”

Robin looked annoyed as she shushed me. “I am being serious. It’s pretty accurate. I know about Eddie, and Will too! Nancy never set it off before, but now she lights up the charts, and recently I noticed a bit of a ping from Steve, which I am still trying to figure out. But like, I picked up on you from day one!”

“You picked up on me?!” I guffawed. “Robin, I didn’t even know until we were older, and when I told you, you seemed pretty shocked.”

“That’s showbiz baby!” Robin shot finger guns at me. When my face remained unchanged she cleared her throat. “I was obviously acting, and you weren’t subtle. I watched you drool over all kinds of girls. But that’s not my point. My point is the fact that you and Nancy want each other and there is a heavy attraction between the two of you that everyone picks up on. The sooner you two realize it, the better off we will all be.”

“Do you honestly hear yourself sometimes?”

“Not always, no.” She shook her head.

“Nancy is with Johnathon, and what you are probably feeling is the awkward tension I’m exuding. I love you, but sometimes, you can be a pretty big dingus yourself.”

Shocked, Robin replied, “Don’t use my word against me! And you’re wrong, but I guess you’ll be finding that out on your own.”

“Whatever, weirdo. I’m going to bed.” I said shoving her to her side and pulling back the covers. Robin laughed and pulled her side back too. She tucked herself in and rolled onto her side facing away from me.

“Goodnight, Y/N. Sweet, Nancy dreams!” She singsonged. I just turned off the bedside lamp in response, cloaking us in total darkness.

—-

The Family Video store parking lot was empty as I chained my bike to the rack outside. It wasn’t unusual to see the space uninhabited so early in the mornings. Most people preferred to rent and return their movies in the evenings. Which was perfectly fine with me, as it gave me time to spend with my friends.

The bell above the door jingled as I pushed it open and stepped in. Steve was standing at the counter stacking blank membership cards into a house of cards. He was fully concentrated on his task, making each move carefully and slowly. He never once looked up, eyes locked in on the house of cards. His tongue was poking out between his lips and his eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

“Good morning, Steve.” I called out, walking towards the back of the store. No reply.

I continued through the store, glancing at familiar titles as I approached the ‘Employee Only’ section. The door was already open so I popped my head inside. Robin was sitting with her back to me, slumped onto the desk, sleeping.

“What are you doing?!” I yelled out, trying to hide my smile. Robin jumped up instantly knocking over her chair and spilling VHSs to the ground. She turned around quickly with a panicked expression that very quickly turned to one of annoyance.

“You’re such a bitch,” she breathed out.

“I just can’t believe you would sleep on the job, and leave poor, defenseless Steve out there to all those horrid customers. Plus, you slept at my house last night, peacefully too, why are you so tired?” I pulled two bananas from my bag and handed her one. She stretched and yawned before accepting it.

“I never sleep peacefully at your house. You snore like a freight train.” Robin muttered, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

“Son of a -” Steve yelled out from the front. Robin and I exchanged glances before going to investigate.

There were blank membership cards all over the floor and counter. Steve stood there in a defeated stance, one card still in hand. He looked at us like we were the ones who knocked over his tower before dropping the other card he was holding. It hit the floor with a light clack against another card.

“I’m not helping you pick those up.” Robin deadpanned. They both started to argue before Robin caught Steve in a headlock. He finally agreed to pick them up but not before sharing his thoughts on Robin's aggression.

“You really need to look into therapy, wacko.”

“And you really need to grow up, dingus.”

I turned to Robin and interrupted them before they could continue. “Why did I need to meet you here so early?”

“Oh yeah, here.” She said, handing me a pair of keys. “You and Nancy are going to do some recon for us.”

“W-w-wait, what?” I stuttered out.

“You, and, Nancy, are, going, to, do, some, recon, for, us.” Robin repeated herself, much slower.

“I heard you the first time bu–”

“If you heard me why did you say what?” She raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms. Steve laughed from the floor.

“Why me and Nancy? Why not Johnathon? Or Eddie?”

Steve stood up, stacking the cards he had picked up from the floor by the register. “Because no one else is available. Robin and I are working. Johnathan is doing some photography for some old ladies' cats or something, I didn’t care to ask, and Eddie is busy.”

“Doing what?” I asked.

“He has that Hellfire club thing today.”

“He’s graduated. Why is he still running that? Shouldn’t he pass it off to one of the kids by now? And why are they even doing that today? They know we have work to do!”

Steve shrugged and leaned back down for more cards. “They do it for Will. Just let them have this, they’ve been through enough. You and Nancy will be fine, we just need someone to stake out the labs.”

I bit my lip and sighed. “What are we looking for?”

Robin handed me a bag. “Here are some snacks and drinks to get you guys through. We figured we might actually do it in shifts, and give everyone a bit of a break. Since the other crew couldn’t find more info on Vecna at the Creel house, we’re just looking for any activity, literally any activity, at the labs to show us where he may be.”

I was with them all when we last faced up against Vecna. He had hurt Max pretty bad, and we were all thankful she pulled through with 100% recovery. Even with that blessing, we still had a long way to go. Vecna had escaped from our grasps, not before taking a beating from Nancy and El, and things had been pretty quiet since then. Or at least they were until we had found another gate.

It was months after the attack, and a lot of us were injured and still healing when Dustin called an emergency meeting. He told us about how he and Eddie had found another gate in the woods by Eddie’s house. They had been looking for inspiration on their newest DnD campaign when Eddie fell through what they thought was a sinkhole.

We monitored it for months, taking shifts, mostly at night, waiting for something to happen, and it never did. A few weeks ago, Mike had gotten frustrated with no progress and demanded we venture into the Upside Down to look for anything that would lead us to Vecna. All of our searches turned up empty. In fact, we didn’t see or hear anything while exploring until yesterday morning when we crossed paths with a Demogorgon. Nancy and I had gotten separated from the group with the monster in between us and them.

I shuddered at the thought of the monster and its chittering. “No exploring? Just monitoring?” I asked.

“That’s it. Just monitoring.” Steve said.

I sighed again, turning towards the front of the store. “Alright.” I gripped the keys in my hand and threw the bag over my shoulder. “There better be gas in that car Harrington.” The bell above the door jingled again as I pulled it open and stepped out into the parking lot, heading towards Steve’s car.

—-

The car ride to the lab was silent as I steered the car through the slight twists and turns on the winding road. Nancy stared out the passenger side window at the trees as we passed by. It had been a few minutes since we last saw a home, indicating that we were getting closer to the labs.

Nancy turned to me and smiled, “I’m glad we’re doing this together.”

My face flushed as my mouth got dry. I tried to focus on driving and not so much on how my body was reacting. I prayed she hadn’t noticed. “Really? Why’s that?” I asked her, stealing a glance.

Nancy turned to face forward. “We don’t spend much time together. I feel like I barely know you, and I’d like to.” She looked down at her hands in her lap with a slight smile on her face before turning to me again. “We have studied at the same school our entire lives, and I hate that it took us this long to meet.” She shrugged slightly and added, “but I’m glad we finally did.”

My heart did somersaults at the last line. I glanced at her again with a smile. “Yeah, me too.”

Nancy turned in the seat so that she was completely facing me. She propped her elbow on the back of the seat and tucked her leg under her, making herself comfortable. She reached for the snack bag and began to unzip it. “So, let’s start with some of the basics. Tell me, Y/N, what’s your favorite color?”

“Uhm, I don’t know. Pale pink?” I replied, turning into the parking lot of the lab. “Do you think it’s completely obvious if we just sit here?”

Nancy turned to look at the lab and then back to me. “Oh, absolutely. There was a small turn-off back this way.” She said pointing back to where we just came from. “We could park the car there and walk closer. At least then we would have the foliage to hide us if things get sticky. Speaking of sticky, did you bring any weapons, ya know, just in case?” Her eyes widened a bit by the last question.

“I’m not sure.”

We pulled off the road and made sure the car was hidden from anyone passing by, though there should definitely not be any cars coming this far down. I popped the trunk to see what all we could use. Nancy walked up beside me with the snack bag thrown over her shoulder. She threw a handful of M&Ms into her mouth that she had pulled out earlier, she turned the bag to me and I accepted a few.

“Let’s see,” Nancy began. She reached in and pulled Steve’s bat out. “This should work perfectly! What else do we have?”

I looked in the trunk. There were a few jackets, magazines, and cassettes mixed together. I also spotted a walkie-talkie and a pair of nunchucks. I raised my eyebrow at them as I picked them up. Nancy looked at me and together we both said, “Eddie.” I placed them back in the backpack just in case. As I went to shut the trunk I noticed a can of Farrah Fawcett’s hairspray. I picked it up and shook it, noticing it was still pretty full.

“Leave it to Steve.” I joked. Before I could put it back in the trunk though, Nancy grabbed my arm.

“Wait,” she said, reaching into her pocket. She pulled out a zippo lighter and handed it to me. Smiling, she recommended, “we should bring it with us.”

“Nancy we’re going to set all of Hawkins on fire.”

She shrugged, “let it burn I say.” And with that, she slammed the trunk.

—-

“Pale pink, huh?” Nancy asked. We were sitting on the grass on the edge of the woods by the labs.

“What?”

“Pale pink, your favorite color.” Nancy reminded me.

“Oh yeah! It is. What about you, what’s yours?”

“I like red. It’s just such a powerful color. It can signify so many different things, like warmth.” She said raising her face to the sun. “Or even,” she wiggled her eyebrows at me. “Danger.” We both busted out laughing.

Sitting here with her and talking came so easily. I was worried that we wouldn’t have much to say, or that I would make things awkward between us as I usually do with others. It was different with Nancy. I didn’t feel anxious or forced to carry on a conversation. It felt like jumping into a cold pool on a hot day. It was refreshing.

I leaned back on my hands and stretched my feet out in front of me. We continued to chat and laugh about all sorts of things. We talked about movies, music, and school. We talked about our family, friends, and work. Our conversations flowed together seamlessly and I prayed that this feeling would never end. Every time Nancy smiled at me or laughed, I could feel the butterflies in my stomach come to life. As cliché as it sounds, I could listen to the melodic rhythm of her laugh until the end of time.

“Okay, okay, okay,” Nancy said in between laughs. She had just told me a story about the first night Steve came to her house. He had mistaken the neighbor's fence as hers and jumped it, hoping to find an easier way up to her window. Instead, he came face to face with the neighbor’s rottweiler who proceeded to chase him into their pool, but not before ripping off his pants leg to his jeans. Luckily, Nancy had heard the commotion and was able to find a way to distract the dog so Steve could make his lucky escape. “Seriously though,” she giggled. “Let’s talk crushes! Is there anyone you’ve got your eye on currently? Or maybe you already have someone that you are keeping hidden from us?”

My mouth instantly dried up and my heart began to race again. I could feel my cheeks heating up and, had she always been this close to me? I could lie, easily, and say something stupid like that I have a crush on Eddie, or she probably wouldn’t be surprised if I said it was Steve. Did she know? Did Robin tell her? Maybe Steve did. My palms began to sweat and right as I was about to blurt something out, a line of SUVs sped into the lab's lot.

We both scrambled back into the safety of the trees and bushes and watched with wide eyes as they all parked at the front of the building. Nancy grabbed my hand and started towards the car.

“Let’s go, we have to tell the others.”

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impossibleprincess35 · 8 months

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I'll be in WDW from 9/10 to 9/16. I thought I was going to have the next chapters for my 2 fics all edited and ready to go to remotely post while I'm gone, but I won't.

But in the meantime, here's a little excerpt from each of them to hold any of the readers over:

Asphodel:

Before leaving the medical bay, as Obi-Wan sat upright on the bed and reached for his face, feeling the familiar angles and planes of skin that were his own, he glanced over at Mace, who remained by his bedside. “I suppose I’ll just have to wait for my hair and my beard to grow back in,” Obi-Wan murmured under his breath with a forced smile. Mace took a deep breath and leaned forward in the chair beside him as he said, “We are very glad to have you back, Obi-Wan, but now that you are back, there are some concerns that were raised while you were.. well, dead.” Slinging his legs over the side of the bed, Obi-Wan looked down, still dressed in the clothing of Rako Hardeen. He couldn’t wait to shower and scrub away the grime from underneath his armor, and feel the familiar sensation of his own clothing against his skin. He frowned at Mace and asked, “Such as?” Level-headed and calm, Master Windu brought both of his hands together, as if he was about to launch another strategic plan. But instead, he disclosed, “Prior to when you went undercover, there was some talk spreading throughout the padawan dorms. A rumor. Your funeral did nothing but reinforce the legitimacy of the rumor, and as you were believed to be dead, the talk became rather persistent.” Obi-Wan narrowed his eyes, “What kind of rumor?” “You have a son with the Duchess of Mandalore,” Mace stated plainly. The medical bay was quiet as the colleagues locked eyes.

The Echo and the Stain:

Looking over in her direction, Obi-Wan noticed how Satine was curled up against her side of the cave, her knees pulled up tightly to her chest, and the hood of her jacket pulled in to hide her face. Her pack was behind her, serving as a support for her lower back. It had been hours since he had heard her make a noise. Obi-Wan quietly rose from where he was crouched on the floor of the cave and crawled across the distance between them just close enough to peek around under her jacket hood. Her face was pressed against the stone wall and she was asleep. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was slightly open, and as Obi-Wan found himself staring at her and thinking about how peaceful she looked, her eyes opened. And she gasped, scrambling upon the floor to shove him away from her. “What are you doing?!” Satine yelled, breathing heavily, reaching a hand up to her chest. Her eyes were wide and fixed on him in a look of fear. Obi-Wan had been shoved back a few feet where he now looked like a rumpled mess of robe and tunics. He had been surprised by the way she reacted, and he stared back at her, stumbling over his words as he tried to explain, “You were quiet! I was wondering if you were okay!” “Why were you so close to me, anyway? With me being so unattractive,” Satine spat out, clinging her arms around herself as she shivered from the cold. The padawan rolled his eyes dramatically as he scooted back to the other side of the cave and dramatically sighed, “Ugh, here we go. A stupid little comment and you’re outraged.” Satine glared at him from her side. The very boy who lost all sense of decorum when she made a casual comment about his padawan braid back on the ship days before was trying to scold her for being offended by something he said. She remarked, “Don’t even start with me. I said your braid looked silly and you nearly attacked me!” “Because it’s my braid! It’s an important part of my path as a Jedi Knight!” he yelled, grabbing at the braid and holding it up to emphasize his point. “And this is my face and it’s kriffing important to me, you daft imbecile!” Satine hollered back, pointing to herself.

I'll be back soon. :)

#asphodel #the echo and the stain #fanfic #obitine

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simstryingtheirbestok · 1 year

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Periodically, all the rest of that day after the ceremony was over, either Taslin or I would turn to the other and say, "I can't believe it!"

"I don't know why I can't believe it," I added wryly. "We sure as heck put in the work."

"God, I know, right?" Taslin yawned.

"Maybe it's because--aren't we the first in our family to go to college, Taz?"

"Not exactly," my sister said. "Dad has his degree. Fine Arts."

"Oh, that's right."

"But other than Dad, I think we probably are?"

"That's what I was thinking," I said. "I know Mom said Grandma didn't go. And Grandma was a best-selling author, so that's probably why Mom didn't see any need to go."

"That, and I think she wanted to make a name for herself in the art world as soon as possible," agreed Taslin. "I'm glad I don't have that kind of pressure hanging over my head!"

"No," I said slyly, "you have an entirely different kind of pressure hanging over your head."

My sister laughed.

"I really did forget, you know," she said. "I completely forgot I'd asked Ahmed to go steady. We weren't running into each other that often while we were back home, and then Skip just kind of swept in and--"

I took a deep breath.

"Taz, there's something I have to tell you about Skip."

She cocked one eyebrow at me, but didn't say anything. I took that as a sign to go ahead.

"He's, uh... he's written me a couple of love letters," I said, embarrassed. If I weren't so green, I'd have turned scarlet.

Taslin sighed. She was quiet for a moment, obviously considering what to say.

"Awkward for you, I'll bet," she said finally. "Ugh! I'm so sorry."

"Sorry for what? You didn't do anything!"

"Just, sorry in general. Sorry I brought him around so much. Sorry he put you in that position."

"Sure, but you didn't put me in any position, unless you were ghostwriting the letters for him," I pointed out.

Taslin sighed again.

"I guess... I guess I'm only really surprised that he'd be so dumb as to think you wouldn't tell me. What a dipshit!"

"No kidding," I agreed.

"But that he'd have trouble being faithful... I'm not really too surprised by that. People did try to warn me. And he was sometimes a little too cagey about where he'd been, why he hadn't called--"

"So there were signs."

"Oh, tons," Taslin said, almost cheerfully. "Especially now that I think about it. Hindsight's 20/20, right? Yeah. There were definitely signs. But who wants to look at those when you're in love? Well," she amended, "maybe not love. Lots and lots of lust, though!"

We both giggled at that.

"You didn't ask for my advice--" I began.

"Indeed I did not."

"But I don't think you should tell Ahmed. Don't do the big dramatic 'confess to cheating' thing. Just chalk it up to a college fling and forget about it."

"I don't like unsolicited advice, Tierney," my sister began reprovingly, "but... I think you're probably right. It will only hurt him, and for what? For Skip? Who's Skip?"

"Chip? I have no idea who you're talking about," I said.

"But I'm telling you, I don't know anyone named Pip!" Taz said, in such a believable tone of outrage that I could only crack up.

That made Taslin crack up.

"I've got it," she said once she had her breath back. "I'm going to change his name in my phone to Dip. Mr. Dip Shit."

"Nooooo!" I howled, laughing again.

"Yes!" she said triumphantly. "That way, if he calls, I'll know not to answer. And if Ahmed happens to see it, I can tell him it's just some loser who was hopelessly obsessed with me at school. A loser whose real name I have long since forgotten."

"Then why would he be in your phone at all?"

"We had to work on a project together. The professor wouldn't let us pick our partners."

"Perfect," I said admiringly.

"Thank you," Taslin said. "I do have a degree in Communications, you know."

"I can believe it."

#ts3 #ts3 legacy #the sims 3 #the sims 3 legacy #planetary legacy #generation earth #sim: taslin estrada #sim: tierney estrada

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fuszulykaleves · 8 months

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pink haired Gizella. Sigh, sure why not, at least her voice should be good right? NOPE. HORRIBLE. Cant sing AND walk for the life of her.

After the screeching, István's voice is a godsent, like a balm on my poor ears. But why the hell is he circling her like a vulture???

Ok, so folk dancing to a love song is a very bad, no good choice. Those poor dancers. I honestly believe the only instruction they got was to just dance as they see fit, and so we got utter chaos.

Asztrik is definitely the weakest character so far. I hate how he is played. Its too overly dramatic and doesnt fit the high-priest image imo.

Ok im excited about the nobles. So far there were never an adaptation where the nobles were played badly. Lets see.

ok so, them being two-faced bastards is a bit on the nose,BUT! At least they are played well. I don't know about the costumes, i guess it just comes with this being a "modern adaptation". Great singing voices too.

Now, the next big hit or miss. Réka. Koppány's daughter she is stuck inbetween two opposing forces.

she wears a red dress, here most likely Koppány's color, or the color of the pagans, but has a blue scarf, suggesting that she is a christian, thus on István's side. Nicely done. The voice? Meh, not good, not bad, tolerable. Ok shr kinda sings like she isn't hungarian. She is stressing the wrong syllable.

ok so this is not Koppány. My bad. Couldn't tell the differences between the red guys, sorry. This is Laborc, Koppány's right hand man. I love Laborc in the original and original only. He needs to have a certain rage and conviction and sadly none has been able to replicate it. He sings my favourite song, lets see how this turns out.

Sigh. Not good. No rage, just conviction. He should be outraged for Réka's betrayal (turning christian), but here? He is just, meh, oh well, i will just rip my guitar like a badass!! YEAAHHH! Voice is so-so. Pretty good, only needed some anger in it.

He just fucking destroyed the guitar. Why...ugh, whatever.

Now comes my favourite part. The funeral of lord Géza, István's father.

Uuuhh, what are those strange banners? As far as im aware, those "symbols" have no meaning in hungarian history. So really, no point in having those banners. Also the singing and the music is strangely disjointed? Like it not in sync. Strange.

And now the return of Dj Rapper Asztrik. He sounds hoarse. Its not a good sound.

Ah István, my beloved. Its good to hear your voice again. Tho it is strange when you say "And here lies my dear Father", and there isn't even a coffin there.

This is Koppány. THIS. Are you kidding with me? This is not Koppány, this is a fucking pimp! And god his voice! HIS VOICE! He is making himself sound deeper and rougher than it is and its making him sound like a JOKE.

I like the fact that they made Sarolt,István's mother, ready to throw hands when Koppány appeared.

It was definitely a wrong choice to have people chanting "István! Koppány!", while István is singing his melancholic song.

End of act 1. Hurray.

#istván a király #stephen the king #got 3 more acts to get through

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virtue-and-beneviolence · 2 years

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for your birthday you get this random drabble i wrote for u and u only

‘And you don’t think I’m scary?’ he asks and leans down towards you. You catch the scent of smoke and menthol pressed into the fine cotton of his shirt, his tie slightly skewed, the golden brown curls falling gently over his forehead.

‘Nope.’ Your hands are on your hips in a futile attempt at defiance but its hard keeping a straight face when he’s leaning so close you can smell the nicotine from him and avoiding leaning upwards to kiss him, grabbing his collar in your hands and pulling him towards you in the process.

Your eyes flick to his soft and pliant lips, puckered slightly, the corner lifting in a catlike grin and of course he notices, he’s Hanma Shuji isn’t he? He lifts an eyebrow when he sees the faint tinge of pink dappling your cheeks.

‘I’m a scary guy Doll,’ he says and flicks your forehead, relishing in the fact that your eyebrows crease with a frown and your lips form a pout. The action only serves to make you more flustered than you were.

‘Yes, yes, you kill people, as you keep mentioning.’ You swat his hand away and feign annoyance. ‘But you’re secretly kind of a softie.’

He puts a hand to his chest in mock outrage, his jaw dropping dramatically. ‘I am not.’

‘You are .’

‘Am not.’

‘Yes you are-’

And Hanma Shuji only laughs when he sees you scowl, throwing his head back and letting his face soak the midday sun.

happy birthday!!!

Ugh stop it as if I didn't love him enough??????

I hope the last, idk, hour or two makes more sense to you now.

Oh to pull shuji close by his tie and get flicked in the head but him *sighs dreamily*

A reciprocal offering? Kind of? And I fucked up a bit but OHWELL

#virthday.2022 #it's hasty dont look too closely

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dezitello · 8 months

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"Champions Of The World" ROTTMNT Bohemian Rhapsodu AU Chapter 3

1971

Leo sat on the bench of a bus stop, scribbling words on a piece of paper. He tried to ignore the person sitting next to him who kept staring at him, though he didn't mind too much. He hummed to himself and was snapped out of his thoughts when a van pulled up in front of him. Donnie was in the driver's seat, opening the doors. "Get in, hotshot! Hope you peed before we leave."

Leo rolled his eyes and walked in. "You're late."

- "This thing is trippy!" Raph exclaimed from underneath the van. It had broken down again on the side of the road, the tattered old thing. Donnie looked up from his phone. "I think it's counterclockwise, Raph. You're screwing the wrong way."

Raph scowled and peeked his head out from under the vehicle. "Oh is it now? Thanks Donnie, would you like to do it? Please feel free."

"No no, you're doing a good job."

Mikey groaned and bit into a sandwich he had brought with him. "We sold out every pub and uni south of Manhattan, and I'm stuck in the middle of nowhere eating a ham sandwich!"

"Trouble is, we're not thinking big enough." Leo mumbled, leaned up against the van. Donnie glanced at him and smirked. "Ah. What have you got in mind?"

"An album."

Raph scoffed and stood up. "Please. We can't afford an album." Leo looked out at the isolated terrain and smiled. "Oh, we'll find a way. How much do you think we can get for this van?"

Mikey looked up from his sandwich and stopped chewing. "I hope you're joking."

Leo slapped a stack of dollar bills into a man's hand with a smug smile on his face.

Raph looked bewildered as he watched the exchange. "Ugh...That was three months wages..."

"And a perfectly good van." Mikey grumbles. Leo rolls his eyes and walks away. "Oh, don't be so dramatic. You're recording an album tonight."

Raph played back the recording they had done so far, Leo pacing behind him as he listened. He stopped it and turned to his brother. "Don't you think I sounded bad?"

He shook his head. "No, its good."

But that wasn't convincing enough for him. He looked at the man who owned the studio, who sat in the seat next to Raphael. "Can I try again?"

He shrugged. "Sure, it's your money."

"Literally..."

"You are mine I possess you I belong to you forever Aaaaaah!"

He held the last note and raised it even higher, as he heard playing it back. Raph takes off his headphones and looks at him. "It's much better."

Leo still looked unconvinced. "Hm...try bouncing it left and right with the 'ah's'."

They played it back and he listened carefully, pointing left and right to the beat. Donnie leaned forward. "And dead center to the last!"

"And then blast it!" Mikey shouted, a newfound excitement rushing through the room.

Leo smiled as he heard the results come together, nodding. Finally pleased. "Yes, yes!"

The whole rest of their time in the studio they experimented with different sounds and methods. Mikey sprinkled coins on his drums and lightly pounded on them with cloth over his drumsticks.

Leo and Donnie passed the microphone back and forth with string tied to the wall, Donnie using a quarter instead of a guitar pick. Raph placed a tambourine on the strings inside of a piano, causing a hearty jingle as Leo played.

With thirty more minutes left to spare, a couple of journalists walked in. They stopped and stared, watching as the boys fumbled around in the sound room.

"Hey RT, Who are these kids in the box?" One man asked. "Some student band doing some weird stuff." He mumbled, rubbing his eyes.

"They got a demo?"

"More than that. I've been up all night..."

Leo flopped on his bed in his apartment, sighing. He picked up a notebook and looked at a drawing of their band's new logo Mikey had scribbled. It was perfect.

Usagi walked in from the living room and sat next to him. "So the new name is Queen?"

"As in her royal highness. And because it's outrageous." Leo said, smirking to himself. "I can't think of anyone more outrageous than me."

Usagi chuckled and looked at the bed, a piano hovering right over the edge. "This is the most impractical bed."

Leo smiled and reached his hands up. Without looking he placed his fingers on the keys, slowly playing the beginning of a melody. Usagi laid back and listened. "That's beautiful."

Leo crossed his hands over and pressed the final key, letting them drop at his side. He sighed and looked up at the ceiling. "I think it has potential."

Yuichi smiled and reached his paw over, slowly tracing the turtle's stripes. Leo's eyes fluttered and he let them close, breathing deeply. There was a feeling in his stomach, it only awakened in him around this rabbit.

Probably nothing.

Something in Usagi's eyes shifted for a moment before he sat up. "I've got to get to work."

"What? I won't allow it." Leo grabbed Usagi's hand and pulled him back, dipping him. The rabbit laughed and shook his head. "Are you going to support me if I get fired?"

Leo smirked and shrugged. "Sure. I'll always take care of you."

Usagi smiled and looked away for a second. "I...I'm going to...be late." Leo's eyes softened and he let him go, watching Yuichi walk out the door.

'Come back...' He thought. He scolded himself and tried to push away the ache in his heart. "Stupid..."

#rottmnt #rottmnt leo #rottmnt fanfiction #champions of the world #rottmnt bohemian rhapsody au #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt raph

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blissfulparker · 3 years

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Wipeout⇔ Surfer!Dad!tom

Parings: surfer!dad!tom x surfer!reader

Summary; You and Tom spend your whole relationship in the water. Surfing under the summer sun and competing in summers biggest surf competition. To a surpise, you and Tom take on the biggest challenge nature could throw at you. A baby.

Wc: 9k

Warnings: mentions of insecurities durning pregnancy, fluff

A/n: I know this isn’t a birthday themed fic for Toms b-day but I hope you all enjoy! My little spin on a summer fic with dad!tom 🥰

June.

The summer breeze rose goosebumps to your skin. Your hands coming up to rub your arms as the water was only a bit colder today.

it was summer, the best part of the year when you lived with a beach in your backyard. Spending your whole life surfing you now prepared for the summer tournament that happened only weeks away from now. Surfers, fans, media come in from nearly all over the world just to compete.

To feel a wave under their boards and the adrenaline that rushes through your blood when you finally get on top. The same competition that lead you to Tom, Tom who was now your boyfriend of two years. At first, you laughed at the boy.

Pale, shy—yet so cocky and from London of all places. The most water they got is from the sky. You wanted to laugh with your friends for how confident he was acting, little rain boy wanted to have a chance in the big ocean and he did. To your shock, he scored better than you and scored to be in the top 10. Your laughs stopped after competition and maybe it was the slight momentary enemy thing or it was that deep blue bikini that made him find you after the games and get you out for a drink.

That drink was truly a shared basket of fish and chips as you talked more and more about each other. Pale, rainy London boy ended up being the best thing that ever happened to you.

“You wiped out twice!” He sits atop his board and your hands rub over your face.

“Maybe because I’m distracted!” You splash water in his direction. His toned abs always tanner during g this year and it was hard for the both of you to control yourself. “I’m just tired, stressed.” You shrugged it off truthfully.

“You fell asleep at 8:00 last night, grandma.” He teased and you rolled your eyes.

“Competition stress.” You point to him and he shrugs. If he’s honest, within the two years he’s known you, two years he’s loved and wondered where you had been all his life, he knew your stress. When you were stressed you oftentimes took long showers or wrote in your journal for hours on end but this time your stress was sleeping early/in late and a few times he’s caught you throwing up. All under the name of stress.

He didn’t push anything though, reminding you that he is there and you could tell him anything. But nonetheless, he left you be and just kissed your cheek and told you everything was okay.

“Race you to shore and whoever gets back inside first gets the leftover chicken from last night!” He starts to swim and you quickly flatten yourself on your board.

“What are we like five?” You call out but still push yourself to go faster. Pushing yourself to race him to shore.

Even though Toms board was definitely double his size, he still beat you into the house, already washed off and reheating the leftovers for lunch. After a morning swim you always had lunch before you went off to work where you would teach little kids how to surf. No matter what, you were always around the water.

“So I was checking the competition list this week, checking to see if there’s anyone new…” he trails off on a story. The two of you share the chicken and fries before you suddenly get a disgusted taste in your mouth. The chicken suddenly becomes sour in your mouth but you force yourself to swallow, Tom notices the change and he stops everything to make sure you’re okay.

“Darling, what is it?” He has a worried look but you shake your head.

“Nothing—it’s nothing. I-I just think this part of my chicken was a bit undercooked and it grossed me out. It’s nothing.” You smiled at him and he waited a second before continuing his story.

But that wasn’t the end of it, the next bite even more sour and this time you drop your fork and open the trash can to spit it out. The spitting then followed by spitting up all of your breakfast and lunch. Tom quickly coming to move any stray hair and rubbing your back as he tried to not throw up himself.

When you were done, he quickly closed the trash can lid and got you into the bathroom where he assembled the toothbrush for you.

“Peaches, I know that you told me not to worry but this is the third time this week.” He folded his arms as he leans against the wall.

“I’m fine.” You say through a mouth filled with toothpaste. Spitting into the sink and rinsing your mouth while also splashing some water over your face. When you look back up, just a bit, your eyes flicker to the untouched box of tampons.

One week late wasn’t so bad, one week late was just some built up stress and every women had been a week or two late before. But before tom can take notice in your distraction, you turn around to him who hands you a towel.

“But you’re not fine.” He argues a bit gently, not wanting to offend you.

“Tom, in school I would throw up during exam seasons all the time. It’s just stress okay? Better than losing hair or breaking out I guess.” You try and joke with him but he doesn’t exactly laugh. Just stares at you worried and you push back a few of his curls.

“Hey, look at me,” you tell him and his eyes meet yours. “I’m fine, seriously! Just a bit of stress and nothing the ocean water and you can’t fix.” You kiss his cheek and he finally smiles.

“Can you go see a doctor? For yourself and if not for yourself then for me, I want you to do good at competition and you know they won’t let you compete if you are sick in anyway.” He rubs up and down your sides and you sigh. Hating the doctors but you agree.

“Okay, okay. I’ll make an appointment but they will just tell me I just have butterflies.” You tell him and that’s when he grows a smirk.

“Aw, babe, I didn’t know after all these years I still gave you butterflies!” He teased and you rolled your eyes playfully nudging your body against him. Both leaving the bathroom, your eyes flicker over to the untouched box to tampons that just taunt you one last time before tom shuts the bathroom door. It was possible, you just didn’t want it to be possible just yet.

“I should’ve canceled, I should be there!” Tom speaks through the phone. You sat in an empty, cold doctors office waiting for blood results to get back.

Despite Toms over worrying, everything was fine. They couldn’t find anything physically wrong with you and agreed when you mentioned how it was just anxiety and nerves. Yet they still had to run a blood test to make sure it wasn’t anything they missed and couldn’t see with the naked eye.

Meanwhile tom had to be the most dramatic person out there. You always told him if he was not a surfer he would be an actor. It was impressive how every single night before bed he had a new condition to diagnose you with. Some so severe and outrageous you had to remind him that this wasn’t 1600s England and that you didn’t have the plague. That things were just from stress and if it was a stomach bug then let it run through.

Yet he would rant to you nearly every single night about how he’s always loved you and hated that this was the way to go. Always with that you would smack him with a pillow and tell him to go to sleep and with that he would kiss your cheek and hold you tight as he fell asleep.

“Tom, it’s fine. Seriously! They said they couldn’t find anything wrong, you’d be wasting your time to come here. The most you’d get out of this visit is maybe a sticker. Does Tommy want his girlfriend to bring him back a sticker?” You used a baby voice and you could practically hear him going red.

With a scoff he replies, “Ugh, no. What am I like five?” He pauses for a moment. “But what kind do they have? Were you able to check?” He asked in more of a quiet voice and you laugh.

“No clue. But the nurse told me the best thing I could do is just drink some tea and rest. Maybe they have some spiderman stickers or Sofia the first stickers.” You fiddle with the loose thread on your pants. Ending with a joke to calm both yours and Tom's nerves.

With a smirk, Tom Says, “you’ve been drinking some British tea for awhile—“ he jokes and you quickly cut him off.

“Tom!” You say and as if it was a sign, the nurse comes back in with a clipboard and a gentle smile. “Hey, I’ll call you back, the nurse has my results.”

“Wait! Before you go, ask them to check for tapeworms—“ before he could finish you hung up.

“He’s just dramatic.” You laughed a bit and the nurse laughed along before taking a seat across from you. She clicks her pen which makes you nervous for some reason.

“So your blood came back fine, everything is okay. I just have a few little things such as are you on any birth control?” She asked and you shook your head.

“Oh no, um...haven’t been for a while. But my boyfriend and I use protection and we’re safe. We only used planB once and that was a year ago.” You tell her but she looks up at you. Nodding as she purses her lips.

“Condoms only go so far sweetheart. We just have to ask patients who we find to be with a child incase of any birth control so we can remove it immediately, the birth control, I mean, remove that immediately.” With child. You were with a child. Pregnant. Your heart nearly falls out of your chest and the nurse says a few more things but they don’t register.

“Y-You mean there’s a baby inside of me?” You don’t know what color you look right now but you would assume pale, or green with the feeling of vomiting and this time not from slightly uncooked raw leftover chicken.

“Yup, about one month along it looks! We still will want to run more tests and…” she talks more and more but you don’t listen. Your brain foggy, you don’t know if you’re going to pass out or throw up or shit everywhere from how nervous you were. Hell, even all three seemed like an option as she talked. “So I’ll leave you to tell the important news?” She asked. This was apart of her regular day to day, she probably had hundreds of girls like you come in. Clueless and thinking of a stomach bug and then finding out they are pregnant.

��Y-Yeah.” You try to form a smile.

“Perfect, just meet me up at the desk whenever you’re ready. There’s a bathroom down the hall if you are feeling queasy and of course, help yourself to as many waters in the mini fridge in our waiting room. Congratulations!” She says before she turns out and all you hear is the door click shut. The white noise of the light and the taps of your fingernails against the cool metal bed.

You know it was professional and sweet of her to allow you space to call your significant other but you only stare at Tom's contact. Staring at the word ‘Tommy’ with almost all the heart emojis and his contact pictures of him with the biggest smile.

You have no guts to tell him right in the moment, but rather get off of the paper coated bed and grab your things to leave. Setting up a new appointment with your doctor to see more into the baby. Pregnant, with child, before competition. You and Tom were going to have a faimily.

July.

Tom still hadn’t known the news. It had only been a week but the guilt still ate you alive.

You didn’t want to worry or stress him. You yourself still tried to wrap your brain around it. A baby, every breath you took, every bite of food you ate, every drink you swallowed and every step you took there was a baby you shared it with.

You think about how every time tom had wrapped his arms around your waist this week he gently touched over the baby. Kissing your lying lips, you hated yourself for it.

As for competition, your mind nearly forgot. Still getting in the waters everyday with Tom but this time a bit more cautious. Everytime Tom worried for you, you quickly would cover his worry up with either a joke or kisses.

As for the throwing up, morning sickness was something that came in and out. You started hating the smell of bacon tom cooked in the morning but just waved it off. He noticed your decline in caffeine and beers and wines but you just told him the best athletes only had what’s best for their body before performing.

Tom believed all of it. Every single white lie you told—even though you hated yourself for telling them— believed them.

“How ya feeling?” Toms lips met your forehead as you cuddled up on the couch today. Extra tired and almost positive the baby was screaming at you for rest. You cuddled a bowl of popcorn and a water bottle.

“Mmh, just fine.” You give him a smile as his lips come down to meet yours.

Stealing some popcorn from the bowl, he heads over to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

“I’m thinking we do shrimp tonight?” He looked over and you made a face.

“Ew, no.” You shake your head and he gives a furrowed brow look.

“What? You love shrimp!” He responds and you feel yourself growing hot. Hiding deeper in the Blanket and not wanting to show your face.

“Well, I’m just not in the mood for it tonight.” That was another thing, lots and lots of emotions. Luckily Tom had plenty of emotions to match.

“Okay...tuna?” He offers and you shook your head. “Steak?” Once again and no. “Chicken?” No. “Okay, love, you’ve gotta help me out. I know you’re not feeling well but I’m helpless in here.” He says and your eyes start to water. He notices and immediately comes over.

“Hey, hey, hey,” he comes in front of the couch and crouches down to you. “What’s wrong?” He stroked your cheek and you shook your head.

“Nothing, it’s nothing.” You sniffle. “Seriously, I’ll help you. I’m thinking pasta.” You smiled and he did too.

“Yeah that’s not too bad.”

And so you two made and ate dinner completely normally. No tears from you, no sickness from you. Tom only talked about the waves out today and how much you would’ve loved it. Now you two spent time washing up.

“You think that one girl with red hair will be there like last year? She was so annoying.” You laughed as you got excited again for competition. Tom grew tense as you mentioned it. You noticed that. How he didn’t talk much about competition anymore. It went from the only thing you two talked about to now nothing. You knew how excited he was, the both of you were but suddenly it was like that excitement was put in a box to rest.

“Yeah...she was.” He kinda laughed but then just washed harder at the dish.

“Everything okay? You’ve kinda stopped talking about competition.” You put down your plate and that's when he took a deep breath.

“It’s nothing, I promise.” He tells you, pressing his lips into a lying smile that you knew.

“Baby, you can tell me anything you know. I’m always here for—“ and with that, he cut you off and told you the words you hated to hear.

“I-I took you out of the competition,” Tom sighed, dropping the dish rag on the counter in defeat. He watches as your face goes from annoyed to shock. Anger builds behind the eyes he find peace in. “It was wrong me me to do so—“

“damn right it was wrong of you to do so!” You slam your hand on the counter. “W-why would you?”

“You were sick! You were so sick for so long and what was I going to let you do? just make yourself worse—“

“it was the stress! I told you it was the—“

The built up ignored tension between you both finally caused him to snap.

“Is your period being late stress too?” His words caused the room to be silent. You take a sharp breath as you stare at him with anger but not at him anymore, at the fear of your new life.

“I’m just late, it’s normal for a woman like me to be rhis stressed and late...” you trailed off and this time he had the red face.

“Bullshit. What happened at that doctors appointment.” He demanded. You didn’t say a word at first which only angered him more. “Damnit (y/n)—“

“I’m pregnant.” You finally cry out and he knew his thoughts could be true, he knew they had to be but the moment those words left your mouth his whole body froze. He went pale with fear and shock, his hand no longer gripping the counter out of anger but out of support in case he passes out. The tears that left your eyes were uncontrollable as you let out a sob, the first sob that snapped tom back into reality.

He didn’t think twice, his arms supportively wrap around you as he tells you sweet nothings to try and calm you and himself.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He mumbled into your hair. You swallowed hard as you pulled back, your face wet with tears and you sniffled. His thumbs come up to wipe away each tear and each trace of mascara.

“Because I wanted to be normal still! I wanted to compete, I wanted to surf! I can’t surf anymore tom, i'm going to be a mom and I won’t have time for surfing.” You sob more and he only pulls you back into his grasp.

“I’m so selfish and stupid to even think to compete but I just want to n-not—“ you can’t even spit it out anymore.

“Who said you can’t surf when you’re a mom?” He moved back to hold your face. You didn’t look at him, he wasn’t going to force you to either. This was your decisions right now, he just wanted to listen.

“When you’re a woman and a mother, everything is for your child. You will have time to surf because you’re a dad but no one wants a mom to do anything but take care of their kid and I’ll love this baby so much, I will, but don’t want to lose myself. I’m young, you’re young and you’re about to be the next big thing.” You punch his shoulder playfully trying to lighten things up. “I—i-W-we’ll—“ you start again and he shakes his head.

“Don’t even say it. Sweetheart, you’re having a baby, our baby. I will make sure you still surf, when it’s safe, Of course. I-I don’t even have the words right now, my heart is racing, feel it.” He placed your hand over his chest to feel his pounding heart. “You will be (y/n) Holland, the infamous surfer that beat Tom Holland twice last year and you will be the mother to our kid. Their badass mom.” He cracks a smile as his hand goes to your stomach.

A shared moment where he only touches the stomach as he learns about it. You look at him softly and he looks at you as if you were the entire world. As if he was a little kid at sea world for the first time, he looks at you with beauty and hope and a hint of thankfulness

“For a minute,” you speak again. “I thought you were completely calm about this.” You chuckle and he shakes his head.

“No, I actually think I’m going to throw up.” He held his breath for a moment before he moved to the trash can and emptied his worried stomach.

This time it was you rubbing his back and wiping his mouth. Maybe you wanted to roll your eyes at the Irony but you just knew he loved you.

Holland. He used the last name Holland on you for the first time you’d ever heard it. He said it so confidently as if you two were already married. Holland. You can get use to that.

Day of competition

there was this sort of shock in everyone’s face as they watched you walk in shorts and a tee. Joining the crowds of people instead of getting ready for the waves of water.

This year was no wetsuit with your board, slathering sunscreen on your face as you got ready but rather taking a seat in that sand just like everyone else. Carrying a baby no one knew about except you and Tom and a few friends and family.

Your body was warm with nerves, hundreds of cameras here usually captured the sea, interviewing the surfers afterwards. Although it was not like Hollywood, there was no TMZ or dailymail, but there was enough interest and news casters to tilt their heads for why they infamous (y/n) (y/l/n)—soon to be (y/n) Holland—took a seat with the friends and family. Cheering on from the sand.

“Hey.” Z snaps you out of your constant looking around, how your eyes never focused on one thing.

“Ease up a bit, babes, no one even knows.” She knew, you knew you had to explain to her when you were sitting out. Just as Tom explained to his brothers and the two of you both would explain to his mother after competition. For he knew the women would get so excited she would explode

“Right.” Was all you said as you started clapping with the rest of the crowd when the games begun. It would be a moment for them to get to tom, they always let the younger ones go first, you and Tom were in that fine middle where you had to wait just for the middle of the games.

“Do you want a boy or a girl?” Z asked with a hint of excitement to her voice. She kept it quite enough to where it was just you.

“I’m okay with either.” You didn’t ever care much for gender, although a girl would be nice to balance out the male testosterone you’re always around. “A girl would be nice though.” You smile at Z.

She gives a smile back, leans back on the towel as she soaks up the sun. “And Tom?” She asked and you shrugged.

He had talked about almost everything but a boy or girl, when you asked if he cared he told you,

“as long as they have two arms, two legs, a torso, a head, comes out of me with no trouble, then it’s a perfect surfing buddy.” You quote him exactly, smiling at his words from a few nights ago.

When he found out, his hands never left your stomach, even though you reminded him the baby was only the size of a grape. That well...it was just a bunch of cells forming up in the moment that couldn’t exactly kick for it had legs the size of your pinky nail. He still waited, he waited and waited, you didn’t even know what he was waiting for at one point for he would pause between his words at the baby or when he asked you a question he looked down at your stomach as if they would reply for you or before you.

“I know hes nervous as hell, but he’s so excited, I know it. The other day Harrison told me he cried when he told him. Tom, crying.” Z laughed a bit and you did too.

“If you think I’m the emotional one...turn on coco or inside out and see what happens to that man.” You chuckled as you turned your head back to the waters to watch tom with a smile on his face blow a kiss in your direction before getting on his board. Paddling out to the sea you watch him get ready to take the first wave, the crowd goes wild and your hand rests over your stomach.

This time, next year, you would sit on these sands with a smaller version of the two of you.

August.

Being early in your pregnancy but far enough to show was not as glamorous as people made it be.

Your shorts no longer fit, shirts started to get loose at the top and tight at the bottom and for the love of heaven you slept so much. Tom liked the idea of endless naps, somedays you wondered if he was the pregnant one instead of you. As he slouched around, ate just as many snacks as you and started to even complain about some of the same things you did.

Maybe it was the impact your moods had on him or the fact he stopped drinking caffeine since you no longer could have it and he didn’t know what his life was before morning coffee was with you. He was almost the same as you were durning the pregnancy.

“What are you doing?” Putting on a bikini for the first time since you told Tom. For the first time in about a month. You didn’t like the fit much anymore, the bloation you constantly had and the extra weight you now carried in your thighs, arms and breasts made you insecure. The top that used to fit perfect now had you grunting to tie. But you had to wear what you had to wear to get you in the water.

“I’m coming with you to the beach.” You say innocently and he shakes his head.

“You’re not picking up a board, you know that. Besides, the waters have been rough lately, there’s that storm coming in and one hard wave can hit you and I don’t want that to happen.” He exaggerates and you look at him with a dead stare.

“Tom, I haven’t touched the water in over a month, I’m pretty sure my skin cells are changing because of it.” You exaggerate as well and he comes up to you.

“Well, I’m not letting you in the water. It’s too dangerous.” He was serious, at first you thought he was just being dramatic, he was still going to let you swim but he was 100% serious.

“Tom, you’re kidding.” You scoff a bit and he shakes his head.

“I’m sorry darling, I know a lot is happening—“ he starts and you move back.

“The doctor said I am healthy enough to be physically active and I—“ before you could finish he cut you off.

“The doctor said you could do some squats, leg workouts, lift a 5lb weight, that was the type of exercise he said. The waters are too dangerous, please don’t argue with me.” He pleads but your emotions get the best of you. Anger starting to build and your body heating up.

Tom had learnt one thing so far; don’t upset the pregnant women and that’s exactly what he did.

“You’re telling me to not argue with you when you are the one holding me hostage in my own home? God, Tom, I have a life still too! A month ago you said you understood what it was going to take and now you’re treating me the way I specifically asked not to! I’m getting in the water, I haven’t been in the water for months it feels like and that’s all I know—“ your rant continues but Tom isn’t looking at you anymore. He’s looking at your side view in the mirror.

Your bump is showing, the bump he swore he could kinda feel but not see was now showing. Almost like it grew overnight.

“Fuck, Tom! Look at me while I’m—“ you start to yell again but he steps closer.

“Look.” He stares at the mirror and comes closer to your bump.

“Oh my…” you see exactly what he’s seeing. The small curve outwards that is your swollen stomach. Your bump.

“May I?” He asked and your mood went from angry to overfilled with happiness. Your eyes starting to tear ss you nodded.

“Tom, it’s your child too, you can touch.” You told him and he did. Your hand even went to your stomach as you rubbed over the bump that was barely forming.

“It’s like it happened overnight.” He laughed a bit and you did too.

“I swear it wasn’t there last night when I got out of the shower. I swear.” You let a few tears fall and he peppers soft kisses.

“I’m sorry.” He gently stroked at the stomach and you sniffled.

“I’m sorry too. I know you just want what’s best for us but I’m just…” you sniffle some more not being able to finish.

“I know baby, I know.” He gets up and wraps his arms around your back. Pulling you in for a hug for you to cry on his chest. So emotional over everything but he was right there. Right there with you.

“We can call the doctor about you surfing, we can call him right now if you want. But I just can’t lose you.” He gives a smile and you nod as your lips meet with his.

“C-can you order the chicken from the place I like?” You finally regain your composure and he nods.

“Of course, anything else?” He looks down at the stomach and you shake your head.

“No, not for now.” You smile down at the small bump forming. “Wait!” You stop him as he’s leaving to grab the phone. He turns to face a guilty looking you, “and mozzarella sticks.” You rub your stomach and he nods. With a faint smile he goes,

“always.” As that was your constant craving. Leaving you in the room for a moment and coming back to see you dressed back ins sweats and a tee shirt, Tom smiled and gladly cuddled up next to you, rubbing and talking to the bump about the future. Maybe you couldn’t surf, but you had Tom right by your side.

December.

Christmas cookies and sweetly salted popcorn occupied your side as you spent a snowy Christmas in London. No beach, no blazing sun even during the day, Tom took you home where you were now five months pregnant.

Heavily showing and to even think you wanted to go surfing months ago was laughable. You hated getting up to shower somedays for it was too much work.

“Darling, Angel, my pretty girl,” Tom sat next to you nervous with his next words. “I know you’re pregnant but there are only so many Christmas cookies.” He told you and you smacked his shoulder.

“Thomas, she’s pregnant! She’s allowed as many cookies as she wants besides there are more in the oven but pregnant women gets first pick as she is carrying my grandchild.” His mom immediately came to your defense. Taking so much good care of you while you were here, Tom doesn’t even think he got this much affection as a sick child.

“I wasn’t saying it’s a bad thing for her to eat cookies, I just want one!” Tom defended himself and you handed him a cookie and you felt your baby kick.

“See? They don't even want you stealing our cookies. I’m eating for two, I’m eating for your baby. You eat a lot by the way! Remember that summer you went through the whole fridge in a week? Yeah, now I’m eating for a tiny version of that! And myself! It’s hard out here for me and what did you do huh? Take two minutes!” You snatched the cookie back from him and rubbed your stomach. His brothers stifled a laugh and Tom grew red in embarrassment.

“I last longer than two minutes.” He says is a mumble.

Rolling your eyes, You rested your head on Toms shoulder and moved his hand over to the kicking stomach. “She says thank you.” You smile as you take a bite from the cookie.

“A she?” His mom perks up and the rest of the family does.

It was a mistake, you and Tom had a battle of the sexes. It seemed as if you didn’t want to know the gender right before your winter holiday. Or really the gender at all. The gender was available for you guys now but you both didn’t see it as a big deal. The baby’s room would be filled with ocean themed toys and a gentle blue wall Anyways. And besides, whatever they decide to be they would make the perfect surfing buddy. Although it was still fun to think of, You thought a girl and Tom swore a boy.

“No, mum, we still don’t know I promise. (Y/n) is just messing around.” He swore and the family relaxed again.

“He’s right, I am just joking. Tom is probably right with his assumption, thinking it may be a boy. With all this moving and eating, just like Tom.” You poke his cheek and Tom again flusters in embarrassment.

“Hey, I have a fast metabolism.” He told you and you kissed his temple.

“I know baby, I’m just teasing you. My man knows how to stay fit and sexy.” You playfully rub his stomach and suddenly the stifled laughs from the boys turn into disgusted noises.

There was everything to indicate a boy, well, mostly just a gut feeling. Tom's mother described her pregnancy with Tom to you and it was nearly the same. A baby boy, you could see that. You would need another fridge and a lot more paper towels assuming the babe will be like Tom and eat yet spill everything. You liked the idea of a boy. Plus, Tom had been playing a stupid game where he asked the baby questions making it kick for an answer. When Tom asked if it was a boy or girl, it kicked the moment he said boy.

The ding of the kitchen timer went off, more cookies fresh out of the oven and Tom was quick to jump up.

“Let me help m’lady up.” He grabs your hands and you grunt as you stand up. You walk with Tom at your side and once you are alone eating more cookies in the kitchen your hand rubs over your stomach as you feel the baby kick in excitement.

“Off the topic of gender, I think they miss the ocean. They kick so much just when I sit in the bath like they are having fun in the water.” You mention water and you feel a kick. They couldn’t understand, but they could hear and a smile rose to yours and Tom's face.

“Then they’re just like their mama.” He leans in and kisses your cheek.

“Who knows, maybe once we get back I’ll get in the—“ before you can finish your sentence about surfing, a sharp kick to your bladder causes you to hunch over with a pained face. Tom worried as he held you panicked but you got back up with a deep breath.

“Nevermind, little one didn’t like that idea.” You hold onto his arms tightly.

“Everything okay? Just a bladder kick?” He panicked and you just nodded.

“Yup.” Your face scrunches up again. “Just the bladder.” You suddenly have the urge to pee. “Now shoo, I’ve got to pee.” You tell him and he looks at you in confusion.

“You just peed like—“ you give him a look making him think about how he’s finishing his sentence. “Right, my darling.” He moved out of your way to let you go. Snatching one more cookie from the tray, he smiled as he thought how next year at this exact time, you would be holding a little baby.

April.

One week. You were one week late and as any normal pregnant woman would be resting in bed and rubbing over her swollen belly and anticipating the child’s arrival. Although that was not what you were doing.

Against Tom's wishes, you went back to work to see the kids start up their surfing lessons. Although there would be no swimming for you, no waves for you just yet, seeing the kids happy to be there was something that sparked joy to your heart always. Helped ease your nerves and turn them into excitement.

“Mrs. (Y/l/n)-Holland, look what I learnt how to do!” One of the kids calls out. You had a smile for not only did they call you by both yours and Tom's name, but that they had always been excited to show you new things.

“That was amazing Ryder!” You clapped at the boy who did a handstand. He had a big smile with teeth missing. Your hand went over your stomach again, an aching pain that was noting but a false labor.

The doctor said it was fine. Women always experienced this right before birth and just take a deep breath but don’t waste your time rushing to the hospital just for them to send you home.

It was normal to be late and that you had a stressful year so it was okay. The doctor mentioned that you still felt contractions which meant you were close. But when it was Tom, every slight indicator of pain you felt meant a freak out where he rushed around the house to get the baby bag and try and get you in the car when in reality, you just had to pee.

“T-That’s really cool.” You wince and the boys face goes from excitement to worry. Within the luck, Tom comes jogging from the parking lot with lunch for the two of you. Hoping to get in the water with the kids and keep an eye on you.

“Hey Angel.” He kissed your cheek but noticed your pain. “Everything okay?” He panicked and you nodded.

“Yeah, yeah, Ryder here was just showing me how he can do a handstand now—“ you can’t even finish as the pain was strong.

“(Y/n)?” Tom needed to be calm, your face scrunched up as you held your swollen stomach. “Darling, Angel, pretty girl, look at me.” He used all the pet names you liked and you looked up at him with worry in your eyes. “I think it’s time for us to meet the little one.” He nods with a trying smile and you feel an even sharper pain.

“Mmh, I can’t do this.” You breath heavily as you hold onto the stomach. “Yes you can, if you can surf a wave that is 12 feet with no wipeout then you can birth our baby.” He promised and also got the little boy who was so excited to show you his new moves a moment ago to run and get another adult.

“Tom, I-I can’t.” You felt yourself tearing up and he shakes his head. Your heart pounding and mind swarming with worried.

“You can, you will. You are the strongest women I—“ before he can start his motivational speech you cry out in pain.

“Get me in the goddamn car!” You cry and he nods and gets you up before anything worse. He rushes to the hospital as quick as he can, holding your hand and trying to not crash as you hold your stomach and scream.

When he gets to the hospital, he’s still in a wetsuit. They take immediate action into getting you into a room where you are laying with your legs up waiting for a doctor. Holding Tom's hand as you cry.

“Uh sir?” The doctor walks in and looks at the man in the wetsuit. “We’re going to have to ask you to put on scrubs...helps prevent any ourside clothing germs getting on the baby...are you wearing anything under that?” She asked and he immediately started unzipping.

“Jesus tom, not here, she wants you to get changed in the bathroom.” You shake your head as you run your hands over your face. In pain but want to laugh at your worried boyfriend for how he was acting in the moment.

“Right! Right!” He quickly changes from the wetsuit into the scrubs. The doctors look at him funny but let it go as you’re clearly in pain and needing the baby to be out.

“You got this love, you’re doing so good—“ he starts again but you don’t even want to hear it.

“was this really worth two minutes! I’m getting my fucking tubes tied!” You scream at him and he flushes a deep shade of red as one of the nurses giggles.

After one more big push you heard the sound of a cry filled the room. For just a second, all the pain you felt went away as you see the body of your baby, baby boy. You both were right, a beautiful little boy.

“A boy.” Tom breathes out in awe.

“Dad you wanna come cut the cord?” He looked at you for approval and you nodded. He cut the cord with shaky hands, couldn’t focus for the life of him as he just stared at the boy. You only got to hold him for a second before he’s taken off to a bath. Tom following them before they bring him back in a bundle of blankets.

“Oh my…” you hold the beautiful boy. His little lips open just a bit to make a sound while his eyes flutter to adjust to the light. “Look at him tom.” You feel yourself cry and Tom does too.

“Wow, look at you.” He touched the boy's cheek who immediately tried to take the finger into his mouth. “You did that.” He tells you as the two of you admire it.

“We did that.” You tell him and he smiles a bit. “Although yeah, it was mostly me.” The boy stares hard at Tom, Tom who was still in just swim trunks and scrubs.

“Hey, I ate a lot with you during this pregnancy. Even had my own morning sickness.” He teased and you only laughed.

The room going silent for a moment. Hearing the little cooes of your boy as you held him. Toms finger tracing over his cheek when you finally spoke, “Caspian.”

Tom had mentioned how he liked the name for a boy, more than once. It had connections to the water and to Europe so the child would have a bit of both. You had to admit to yourself that you liked it but just wanted to stick with a more casual name. But looking at how he looked at you the moment you said that name, you knew it was the one.

“Caspian?” He repeated and you nodded.

“Caspian Holland.” You told.

He smiled as he kissed your forehead. “Holland? Just that?” He asked as well and you nodded.

“Yeah, yeah just like that.” You smiled. A perfect moment in the perfect situation was interrupted by a small nurse who held a tee shirt.

“Uh sir?” The nurse looked at the two of you and both of your attentions were caught. “So unfortunately we have to ask you to wear a shirt, we got one from the lost and found for you hoping that it would fit.” The shirt read “I’m not as fun as mom” and Tom's face dropped. A proud smirk rises to your face as you look at Tom who’s flared his nostrils just a bit to show his embarrassment.

“Yeah Tom, put on the shirt.” You encouraged and he looked at you. His eyes telling you that you’re going to regret that but you can’t wait 15 years into the future to tell your son.

Sighing as he took the shirt from the poor nurse and sat back down on the chair in a huff.

“You’re never letting me live this one down are you?” Shaking your head you look back down at the boy,

“no, I don’t think we will.” You brought your dry cracked lips down to the boys forehead, you had no water within the past hour and screaming with crying seemed to make you as dead as possible. “Caspian. Caspian Holland.” He whispers again. “Thank you.” He looked at you and you furrowed your brows.

“For everything.” After months of no surfing, months of pain and aches, instead of saying anything back you looked at him and said

“sushi.” Was all you said and he furrowed his brows.

“W-what?” He questioned.

“I need sushi, please.” You sigh and he smiled. Months of being unable to eat any fish that was all you wanted in the moment.

“One California roll coming up.” He kissed your cheek and then the boy's cheek. Calling in the nurse, sending for a California roll and tuna.

Caspian was sleeping soundly in Tom's arms while you ate and rested. Everything was worth it, from the moment he stepped on a plane one summer to Hawaii he knew it was worth it for he found a family in the end.

June.

Once again the sand was squishing under your toes. Feeling each and every grain as you held your baby boy tightly bundled in blankets against your chest as you walked out to the beach. He was freshly bathed, you and Tom took turns. You were so eager the moment you were cleared to get back in the water after birth that the day the doctor cleared you for physical activity, you did it.

But tonight wasn’t you getting in the water, it was you greeting Tom and telling him to come back inside.

“Dinner is done.” You call out to him as he jogs back to the two of you. The baby boy cooing as he sees the ocean and his fathers dripping wet figure coming towards them.

“Hey, look who’s out.” He immediately leans in and kisses all over the pretty baby boy's face. “My sweet boy is so fresh and clean.”

You and Tom had argued about who he had looked more like,You or Tom. he had Tom's nose for sure and his big brown eyes that you knew were going to be trouble. If you had a hard time saying no to Tom when he batted his lashes and gave a glossy look, it was going to be impossible to say no to your beautiful boy.

“He just took a bath. But it wasn’t the ocean.” You smiled and Tom pressed a kiss to your face too.

“Mmh, did you?” He looks at the boy who was yawning in his mother’s arms. “Want to swim a bit?” He asked and you shook your head.

After birth, Tom did a lot of the work. He loved it too. He claimed you needed rest, in which you did, but you would often find him just sitting in the nursery staring at the baby boy. Telling him stories to sleep and kissing his face. He would let you surf, bathe, sleep, all while he took care of your beloved boy.

“No, I’m so tired I think if I use my legs any longer they will snap.” You give a pout and Tom immediately kisses it away.

Tom started to gather his stuff, the beach towel and the bag he normally carried and the moment he started to pack up your baby boy let out a wail.

Within the two months of his birth, you were able to identify each cry. When he was hungry it was more of a gurgle, when he was sleepy it was more strained and forced, when he craved touch it was a whimper sounding cry and then there was this. He was simply upset something did not go his way. May you or Tom stepped away for a moment, the bottle gone too early, but now it was his father packing up his stuff that makes him scream a cry that makes heads turn.

“What’s the matter bubs?” Tom pouts as he sets the stuff down and comes over to him.

Once the stuff is set down the cries settle just a bit, settle enough until tom takes him out of your arms and presses him up against his body.

Still wet from the surf, you both think the baby liked it. While Tom occupied little Caspian, you picked up the towels and his bag for him and once again the boy let out a wail cry which made you and Tom furrow your brows.

“I-I don’t know what it is. I-I changed him and I bathed him and he was perfectly fine and—“ you start to panic and as you panic you drop the stuff which calms his cries. Tom immediately took notice and grew a smile that made his heart flutter in his chest.

“(Y/n),” he stops you and you look up at him with a worried look as if you’ve done something wrong. “He wants to stay. He wants to stay on the beach.” Tom says in a calm voice and the boy was now only cooing in Tom's arms. He bounced gently but mostly cooed as his daddy smiled at him.

“H-He knows we’re leaving the beach.” You sigh and come over to the boys. Petting your sons head as he relaxes in his fathers arms.

“Like I’ve always said, just like his mama.” Tom smiled up at you and you caught his lips for a kiss. “Well…” you rub your hands on your thigh, wiping off the sand you got stuck all over your hands. “Since Caspian always gets his way, I better bring dinner out here.” You smile as you poke at the sweet boys face and Tom moves and has a serious face.

“(Y/n), no, you can’t just whip out your boob in front of—OW! I’m kidding!” You smacked his arm for the stupid comment he made that at first had you worried.

“I hate you. I’m bringing out the dinner.” You start to walk off and he smiles.

“You love us!” He shouts back.

“Just Caspian! You? Not much you. remember...you’re not as fun as mom!” You call out to him, sending him a wink and he wants to say something back but he holds his tounge.

Looking down at the baby boy he says, “when I teach you how to surf I need you to beat mums ass a few times while you’re out there. Just for her little comments.” Tom spoke to the boy and he cooes. “Atta boy.” With that he plots down on the sand towel.

Setting caspian down on the towel for just a moment so he can strip from his wetsuit and be closer to him. You come back out balancing the plates of food for you and Tom as you seat next to them and eat. Leaning your head on Toms shoulder and kissing at it.

You never knew that one competition, one amateur British boy and one shared basket of fish and chips could lead you to the best moments of your life. Could lead you to the best family you’ve ever had.

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ackerslut · 3 years

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Modern au zukki being awesome aunt and uncles

“Say Sokka.”

“‘uki!”

“Sokka,” the boy in question emphasizes. “Sokka.”

Bumi giggles, head butting Sokka’s chest. “‘uki, uki, uki!” Sokka groans dramatically, falling back onto the ground. His nephew sits on his chest, happily laughing. “I can’t believe the betrayal. Fuck you,” he says to the ceiling.

“Maybe he just likes me more,” Suki says from her seat on the couch, pretending like she’s not snapping about a million pictures of her boyfriend and his nephew. Sue her, it’s adorable. Ever since Sokka agreed to babysit for Aang and Katara this weekend, it’s been nonstop shenanigans between the two. Shenanigans that have been equally annoying and adorable, if Zuko has anything to say about it. Speaking of which-

“Sokka, what are you doing?” Zuko sighs, showing his face for the first time that morning. It’s a rare occurrence that the guy ever sleeps in, but exams week seems to be the exception. Her other boyfriend looks terrible, greasy black hair pulled back into a messy bun, dark circles under his eyes. His face softens though, when he sees Sokka on the carpet.

“I’m trying to teach Bumi how to say my name,” Sokka replies, sitting up. Bumi collapses against his chest, whining. “The little traitor will only say Suki’s and Toph’s name though. How can you even pronounce Toph?” he lamantes at the toddler.

“What it sounds like is you’re cussing at a baby.” Ooh, and there’s Zuko’s judgmental face.

“The baby can’t understand!”

“The baby is learning how to speak! How do you think Katara’s gonna react when her kid drops an f-bomb after staying here for two days?”

“Whatever,” Sokka mutters sulkily. “You’re just jealous you don’t have a baby to indoctrinate.”

Zuko challenges this by dropping on the ground across from Sokka, cross-legged. Bumi perks up, immediately cooing at Zuko.

“Hey, baby,” Zuko says, in the same soft voice he uses with scared animals, his baby sister, and Suki after a bad night. Something sentimental in Suki’s heart twists at the sound. “Is Uncle Sokka teaching you bad words?”

“Zzz-uko,” Bumi says.

Sokka gapes. “Are you serious, right now?”

Zuko holds his arms out. Bumi, unsteadily, stands up and stomps over to him, falling into his lap with a gurgle. Sokka looks up at Suki. And then back down at the adorable picture the sleep-deprived Zuko and happy toddler make.

“I don’t know whether to feel betrayed or not. Why is that so cute?”

“I’m not cute,” Zuko says, bouncing Bumi.

“Uh-huh,” Suki agrees, saving the video on her phone and sending it to Katara. “Sokka, stop saying bad words in front of Bumi.”

“You’re only saying that because Zuko’s here and you want him to make you coffee,” Sokka accuses.

“Maybe so,” Suki defiantly says.

“Make your own coffee, I’m busy,” Zuko sniffs. He’s now progressed to playing peek-a-boo with Bumi. Ugh, there’s only so much sweetness Suki’s heart can take before she fucking dies of cuteness. She slides onto the floor, next to her partners.

“Say Suki,” she says to Bumi, holding out her hands. Bumi, now the center of everyone’s attention, lets out a high-pitched happy shriek, hiding his face in Zuko’s shoulder. “‘uki,” he says, muffled.

“Ss-uki,” Suki emphasizes the s.

“Thhssss,” Bumi repeats. “Thhss-uki!”

Suki grins triumphantly as Sokka groans. Bumi peeks out, looking really fucking smug for a baby.

“This is-this is clear favoritism,” Sokka sputters. “Why do I even- this is the opposite of nepotism-”

“Say Toph,” Zuko coaxes.

“Ophf.” Bumi grins, flapping his hands.

Sokka groans, burying his face in Suki’s shoulder. Both Suki and Zuko laugh.

“Katara says to stop antagonizing her child,” Suki says, grinning at her phone. “And for Zuko to please go take a shower,” she adds.

“Tell Katara she's not the boss of me,” Zuko says back.

“Ka-aat,” Bumi repeats.

“Are you kidding me?!” Sokka flops on the ground, face down. “That's not even what he calls Katara.”

Suki and Zuko exchange a look. Then,

“Hey, Bumi, say Aang,” Suki whispers. Sokka sits straight up.

Bumi bounces in Zuko’s hold. “Aang!”

Sokka throws his hands up in the air. “Oh for the love of-”

“Fff-uck,” says Katara’s child. All three adults freeze.

“Sokka-”

“Katara is going kill us-”

“Can you delete language?” Sokka whispers, horrified. “She's never going to let us watch him again.”

All three of them exchange matching panicked expressions. Then,

“Toph,” Zuko says.

“Toph did it,” Suki agrees.

“Absolutely,” Sokka gives a thumbs up. “She fucking owes us for the weed thing anyway.”

“Stop swearing in front of him!” Zuko groans.

“It's too late now, we might as well!”

Suki shakes her head as they dissolve into childlike bickering. Bumi looks adorably amused, making happy laughs at Sokka’s over dramatic outrage. Suki grins at him.

Toph probably wouldn't collaborate their story. And Sokka was definitely getting reamed out in the near future. Oh well, that was a problem for future them.

She snaps another picture, sending it to Katara. Both Sokka and Zuko are clearly arguing, with Bumi looking on entertained.

i dread the day they get their own baby, she captions it.

jesus they better not be fucking up his development, Katara sends back a minute later.

Suki grins and pockets her phone. “Alright, losers, who's making me coffee?”

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bigskydreaming · 3 years

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Doing some writing today off and on between errands and work, and jumping around various Kings of the Sky installments, specifically Dick, Jason and Cass stuff, so probably gonna post snippets from a bunch of them as I go.

(Kings of the Sky is an AU that goes canon divergent from the point of Jason calling Dick for advice for dealing with Bruce after the Garzonas case and where things end up going dramatically different from that point on. Including Jason not dying, being part of his own lineup of Titans between Dick and Tim’s, Dick being adopted not long after the Church of Blood incident, Cass being the third Wayne kid to be taken in and adopted and with Tim and Duke being next and then Damian coming along later once they find out about him. This is basically my ‘the family’s alright’ AU with largely ‘Good Dad Bruce’ except for Dick and then Jason yelling some sense into him about the other, respectively, in the first two installments, just FYI).

Anyway, this bit is from a story called “In Their Shadows Grow Trees Of Good and Evil,” set about a year after Cass has been adopted, when she and Jason are both sixteen and Dick’s twenty-one. Also just FYI, because canon has never been specific about what ways Cass is neurodivergent due to the comic-book style ‘rewiring’ of her brain so that she could learn to speak later in life, I tend to go with her being dyslexic and having aphasia. She sticks exclusively to sign language and being a silent presence in her costumed personas, so that there’s no chance of people connecting the dots between Black Bat and Cassandra Wayne, as she mostly speaks verbally in her civilian persona and doesn’t hide her aphasia. The reason there’s not likely to be any obvious signs of aphasia in the snippets of her I post is because I wait until I complete something to choose words at random to replace with aphasia-born mixups, so its more realistic and I’m not gearing her dialogue towards deliberately placed moments. Just in case you were wondering.

In Their Shadows Grow Trees of Good and Evil

“Hey Todd,” sneered an exquisitely obnoxious voice. “Why’s your sister so fucking weird?”

Jason sighed the sigh of a soul a mere century into its eternity of damnation as he rose from the lunch table he’d been studying at and crammed the rest of his books into his backpack. Then he pasted a cheerfully bland smile on his face and turned around, geared for academia warfare (teenage prep school edition).

“Hey Craig,” he said brightly. “Why’d you come out of the womb so ugly your parents had to tie a piece of steak around your neck just to get the family dog to go near you? Mysteries abound.”

The advancing junior slowed a step, momentarily rocked by his truly impressive return volley. The grimace Craig’s already gargoyle-esque features twisted into made his face even more unpleasant to look at than usual, which was quite the feat. Jason would have applauded if just looking at it hadn’t already turned him to stone.

But the bargain basement basilisk kept on towards him rather than turn tail and skulk off to pop his emotional blisters, so Jason sighed a sequel to his first one. Looked like it was one of those days where Craig felt up to powering through. Guess someone had eaten their self-esteem Wheaties that morning. Joy.

“You think you’re pretty hot shit, don’t you, Todd?”

Jason shrugged. “I mean, to be honest I kinda have a one track mind, so right now I’m mostly just thinking about punching you in your mistake.”

“My what?”

“Your face,” Jason elaborated with exaggerated patience.

“Huh?”

“Oh my god, I’m saying your face is a mistake. See, its not as fun when I have to stop and explain it to you. Ugh, you ruin everything.”

He neatly sidestepped the older boy as R2-Dumbass stayed frozen, smoke coming off of his internal CPU while trying to catch up. For a second Jason thought he was home free, but then he remembered the universe fucking hated him so haha, sucks to suck. Also, a small crowd had gathered to witness the verbal jousting match, and nothing invigorated an asshole like Craig more than an audience of like-minded peers. So there was that too.

“Whatever. Laugh it up all you want, you little shit,” the junior rallied. “But just remember, mocking your betters will never change the fact that you were born street trash and you’ll be street trash until the day you die.”

Honestly? Not his best effort. Jason almost felt bad using any of his good material. Seemed like overkill at this point. But he did have a strict Scorched Earth policy to maintain, so.....

“Yeah but my dad could buy out and ruin your dad so that means I still win, right?”

He smirked as the barb landed and Craig’s face set into a sunset vista of strangled purple and furious red. Bam. Direct hit.

“Listen, you - “

“Oh for fuck’s sake, it was rhetorical,” Jason interrupted. “I don’t actually care what you think even a little bit. Nobody does. You don’t matter. Please go be irrelevant elsewhere, you’re fucking dismissed, you loser.”

“Speak for yourself, charity case.” Oh goodie, Craig’s backup singers had finally arrived. Now if only he could remember to care enough to learn their names in the first place. Seriously, who told the extras they could have lines? “All the jokes in the world can’t change who and what you are.”

Jason shrugged and continued nonchalantly up the hill to where his sister was standing with arms crossed, staring down at something on the other side.

“True genius is never appreciated in its own time,” he tossed back over his shoulder. “I’m sure I’ll be immortalized in song eventually.”

The mob of morons deigned to let him go without further incident. Though he suspected that had less to do with his scathing wit and more to do with him being headed towards Cass. She was immaculately presented as always, wearing the Gotham Academy uniform like she was born to it despite hating its uncomfortable stiffness every bit as much as he did. But that was just Cass for you.

For all that she still struggled at times to engage verbally or speak up in social settings, her mastery of body language remained without peer. She could chameleon-camouflage her way into matching poise and posture with anyone - a skill that had allowed her to walk into school on her very first day with her head held high as though she owned everything in her sight. Exuding so much Queen Bee Intimidation Factor even the other hive queens were afraid to approach her themselves. Sending forth their drones to try and woo her into an alliance, only to see her remain oh-so-casually above it all, a slightly contemptuous smile adorning her lips.

Basically, she scared the shit out of their classmates without them having anywhere close to a true understanding of why, and Jason was outrageously jealous. Rude. Unfair. Why did his siblings always get all the cool toys when all he had was his rakish charm, scintillating intellect and debonair.....nah, who was he kidding. He was fucking awesome.

“Sup, sis,” he said, cresting the hill to stand beside Cass. “Just FYI, I just took a popularity bullet for you, which means you owe me your dessert tonight. Its a family rule that’s totally a real thing and definitely not something I just made up right now because Alf is making chocolate soufflé.”

She made no acknowledgment and remained stock still, a Colossus at Rhodes peering down into the shifting shadows of the parking lot below.

He peered down as well, though with absolutely no idea what they were looking at. Solidarity, yo.

“So are we staring fixedly at anything in particular, or should I just pick my own spot and commit?”

His humor was totally wasted on her as always. Instead of laughing and telling him what a lovable goof he was, she just inclined her head in the direction of a blonde girl where she was standing next to the driver’s side door of a Mercedes-Benz, dictating final commandments to her peons before departing. Well, probably. Jason was just guessing, based on his own body language reads, and like, general disdain for literally everyone at this school that wasn’t related to him.

He made a face. An extra special one reserved just for this classmate in particular. “Ugh, Madison Dunleavy? She’s the worst.”

Cass raised a cool eyebrow. “I thought Craig Hendricks was the worst.”

“He is. They’re both the worst. Its a hotly contested position here at Gotham Academy.”

She rolled her eyes and nodded back down at the Queen of Air and Darkness. “So. You know her?”

“Nope,” Jason said. “Come to think of it, I’ve actually never seen her in my life. No idea who that is. Can’t help you, sorry. Shall we go home?”

The Eyebrow of Inquisition speared him with clear intent. Who the fuck needed words when you could pack the Encyclopedia Britannica into a single facial expression?

Jason sighed gustily.

“I had a slight altercation with her freshman year that led to her declaring her undying enmity for me until the end of time. The word nemesis may or may not have been thrown around once or twice. I can’t recall.”

The Eyebrow of Inquisition lowered nary an inch. Ugh, she wanted more? Why did everyone in his family hate privacy, with the obvious exclusion of himself when snooping through Cass and Dick’s rooms for blackmail material, which was actually intel-gathering and thus another matter entirely.

“Okay so basically what happened was my first week here I overheard her talking shit about me and not even twenty minutes later she was pretending to kiss my ass in homeroom, like probably because of Bruce, y’know? So I just busted out laughing and told her to fuck off and die and she has inexplicably loathed me ever since.”

Avoiding further Eyebrow Inquisition-ing, he made a show of peering around aimlessly. When the silence extended and it was clear Cass was absolutely not going to break first, Jason waved a hand in dismissal and took to peering oh so casually at his fingernails. "I suppose I was less tactful back in those days.”

He chanced a look up, finally, and saw his sister’s eyebrow had somehow managed to mighty morphin power ranger its way into a configuration evoking both judgment and disbelief, with the latter perhaps aimed at the idea he was significantly differing in the tact department these days either.

“I don’t love the implications your face is making right now,” he told her.

She ignored him, because of course she did.

“Does she know Dick?” She asked instead. Jason shrugged.

“I mean, maybe? She’s probably seen him around at one of those stupid galas we have to go to, and actually I think maybe she has an older brother who was either in Dick’s grade or like, one above or below it? I don’t know.”

Now both eyebrows were doing the dance of disbelief. Okay, so maybe that was poor situational awareness on his part, since it wasn’t like Gotham Academy was a big school with a ton of other kids and also he’d only been in the same class as Madison for like over two whole years, but whatever. There were extingent circumstances.

“Look, she’s a total snob who’s always looked down on me and in return I willfully ignore both her existence and that of everyone and everything even tangentially related to her. Its called equality, Cass.”

She pursed her lips and went back to the peering, because of course in the mind of Cass it made total sense that the Grand Inquisition didn’t need to be followed up by any explanation on her part, what the hell. Like was he supposed to have inferred it?

“What’s this all about anyway?”

“I heard her talking about Dick earlier,” she said without peeling her eyes away from her personal recon mission. “I don’t know what she said though, I just heard her say Grayson, and then I was busy looking at what her body was saying. I know it was about Dick because she shut down when she saw me. And I didn’t like the way she....looked....before that happened. The way she was talking. It was.....”

Jason frowned but held back any follow-up questions while he waited - with total patience because he wasn’t an absolute cad, thank you very much - for his sister to find the word she was hunting for. It was a major source of frustration for her, that whatever neural map her brain followed put body language and spoken language in totally different regions of her brain, separated by a fairly great divide. Meaning she usually had to make a conscious choice to focus on body language or conventional languages - whether verbal or sign. But it tended to be one or the other; she’d yet to master taking in and comprehending both forms of ‘language’ at the same time. And none of them had quite figured out how to convince her that she wasn’t actually missing anything when she chose to focus on one specific form of communication - that she was still observing far more than most people ever would.

“Proprietary,” Cass settled on at last. She nodded her satisfaction with her choice of word, and Jason waited a whole two point five seconds before sticking his whole foot in his mouth.

“Proprietary?” He asked with a scrunched nose as he weighed that for possible context and implications. “You sure?”

She glared. He winced. It was a whole thing.

“Yeah, I know, sorry, sorry, I heard it the second it was out of my mouth. We don’t actually have to experiment with the legitimacy of if looks could kill.”

Cass rolled her eyes, but eh. That could’ve gone worse.

Jason swiftly redirected attention anyway. Discretion is the better part of valor, after all.

“So. The Queen of Air and Darkness was talking about our big bro, and her mood was.....proprietary, huh?” He recapped while digesting the info like a boss. “Well. Definitely not loving that, I gotta say. Hold please.”

Pulling out his phone and pulling up his most recent texts, he began typing furiously.

“What are you doing?” Cass asked.

“Texting Tom,” he replied, because duh. Hah, now it was his chance to have the answers that should be patently obvious and thus make with the ‘are you kidding me’ when she asked obvious questions she should know the answer to! How do you like them apples, sis?

“Why are you texting your boyfriend right now?”

Jason rolled his eyes, because fair is fair, but never ceased texting for a moment. Time was of the essence here, probably. Well, maybe. Okay probably not. But it’d still been like half an hour since he and Tom had last texted and that’s a very fucking long time in teenage years.

“To be our getaway driver tonight, obviously.”

She stared at him. He didn’t look up, but he could feel it anyway. He was very intuitive like that.

“What?”

Jason heaved another sigh, one keyed to tones of ‘oh my god, do I really have to spell this out,” exasperation. He was just racking up the bonus points here. It was really too bad this wasn’t an actual competition he could actually win and this was all just pettiness taking place wholly in his own head. Lame.

“Well, clearly we now have to go snoop in Madison’s house aka lair to see if its actually a house or a full on lair. Because she’s either a creeper or like, legit evil, and its important to know which one before we proceed, because obviously we can only bust her for being a weird creeper about our brother as Jason and Cass, whereas if she’s legit evil, that’s gotta go down as Robin and Black Bat. I’ll handle the snooping, you’ll take look-out, but we still need a wheelman and that’s why I’m texting Tom. This is all very mission-oriented, okay. I’m a professional.”

“Right,” she affirmed, while sounding anything but convinced. “Why don’t we just tell Bruce?”

Without looking up or breaking stride, he said: “I’m going to give you til I finish typing this sentence to figure out what was wrong with what you just said. Remember that we are talking about hypothetical danger to our brother, and also Bruce’s idea of a proportionate response to any of his children being in even hypothetical danger. And also our brother’s idea of a proportionate response to Bruce’s idea of a proportionate response. Look, you’re still new so I’m gonna need you to just trust me on this one. Its gonna be a no on telling Bruce without further intel.”

Cass said nothing in response to that, which meant that she was conceding the point and recognized the wisdom of his words. Or maybe that she was just gonna go ahead and do what she wanted anyway and just wasn’t bothering to fight about it, but it was probably that first thing.

“Well you better not just make out with your boyfriend all night,” is what she said at last, and that got his attention reeeeeal quick like.

“Umm. Wow. Okay. So, first off, you’re not the boss of me and who I make out with and when, so jot that down. And second, now I’m definitely going to make out with my boyfriend extra hard, with the exception of when we are actually on our recon mission because as previously established, I am a professional. And also, again, you’re not the boss of me.”

Jason ignored her Eye Roll With Extra Emphasis, and instead just held up his phone to Text With Extra Emphasis, as he read along with what he was typing.

“By the way babe, we have to make out extra hard tonight,” he said, tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth while he dragged out his dictation with the kind of focus that usually led to Bruce asking why he couldn’t apply as much intensity to training as he did to pettiness. “Cass has suddenly decided she can dictate terms to me and I need to shut that shit down ASAP, so thank you in advance for your assistance in this matter. Smoochies and other gay stuff to the best boyfriend ever.”

Jason frowned as a response pinged back seconds later.

TheCatsMeow: ....the things I put up with for the sake of your weird family dynamics.

TheOnlyRobinThatRocks: Yeah, yeah. You’re a saint among were-panthers. Must you mock? Why can’t you just tell me I’m pretty instead?

TheCatsMeow: Sorry. Let me try again. OMG you’re so pretty Jase how did I get so lucky xoxo.

TheOnlyRobinThatRocks: No. Its too late. It feels forced and unbelievable now. You’ve ruined it forever.

TheCatsMeow: Got it. From now on I will only tell you that you’re repulsive and hideous.

TheOnlyRobinThatRocks: I’m breaking up with you.

TheCatsMeow: But after I help you with your mission tonight.

TheOnlyRobinThatRocks: Obvsly. I’m a professional. Why do people keep forgetting this?

TheCatsMeow: And also the making out to spite your sister.

TheOnlyRobinThatRocks: Yeah we should do that first too. I mean we already penciled it in.

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