#[ Kathy

[kaffykathy]

Veronica: Okay 27, your new mech has been printed and prepped. Enter into your hard suit, and we'll have your departure for planet fall at 0.34 Hours at hanger 2.

Luka, looking through a diagram of the frame in the data tablet: Right... Where's the Casket?

Veronica: Oh, the Drake doesn't come with one.

Luka, shocked: What?

Veronica: Your IPS-N Drake License doesn't come with slots for standard issue NHP caskets. They don't believe in them unless you're running a Striker Unit.

Luka: This chassis was made in-house by a company with 'Interplanetary' in it's name. That means that it was made to combat space pirates in tight corridors, space, and maybe survive a spool round if needed. And they decided to strip away one of the few factors that can actually get us a cutting edge against pirates - who also use NHPs, then this pattern was a horrible purchase, and I'm not using it.

Veronica: You're not going to fight space pirates in this mission 27, please calm down.

Luka: I am being strapped to a giant metal behemoth with a loud metal gun, fighting other giant metal behemoth's that could possibly fly up to the atmosphere or drag me into the ocean. And you seriously think I stand a chance fighting them in a machine that might as well be an snail with a neon target.

Veronica: I don't know how an NHP would help with that.

Luka: It would give me a chance.

Veronica, visibility holding restraint: Luka please, you're being childish. If you want [looks at the Sisyphus NHP] 'Kevin' to be with you on missions, you have should have gotten a different standardized License.

Luka: He didn't come with a License he was literally 'gifted' to me like everything else Horus and just spontaneously came out of nowhere. Second, I was fighting with him along my side since my days in the Beatriz Empire.

Veronica: Well Union has been doing the License system long before either of us have been conceived. And It's not going to change now.

Luka: I have a system in here that can print out a bunker for cover in seconds, but if it can't also have a system that could literally change probability, I would rather go in my own Everest. I have literally seen more miracles' done by Kevin in my time than legs on a centipede.

Veronica: That's enough Luka. Either get in the Drake, or we scratch you off the roster and let your team leave without you. Is that what you want?

Luka, looking up, rolling his eyes, sighing, and finally giving an insincere smile: Fine... I'm getting on board...[walks off crossly]

Kevin, lounging on some space boxes and playing with a deck of tarot cards. He pulls one out and reveals it to be 'The Tower' - Upright. As Luka walks over he hides the card and looks at him with a knowing smile: Good luck, haha~

Luka, fully suited up, Beret and flight jacket gone. Sighing after a pause: If I was with you, I wouldn't need it. [Walks away once more]

Kevin, smirking and watching him enter his Drake: Hmph, I can't control everything...

[mothaus]

Barry’s and Kathy’s marriage is decades long, they met when Barry was just starting out in the Air Force. Her dad was station on the same base for a brief stint and she was visiting her dad during Spring Break.  She figured to at least spend time with him while her mom went back to Ireland for visit family.

Ironically, they did not meet at a bar but rather at the park on base. One of her dad’s men couldn’t find a babysitter and his parents or friends were not available to assist.  Her dad asked her to help, she couldn’t say no. Figured on the best places to take a five year old was a park.  She kept an eye on the child having fun. 

Barry was on his lunch at the time, figured a safe place to eat lunch was at the park.

[meginthebuilding27]

I was tagged by @debbiechanclub to list my ten most recent spotify likes. LETS GOOO

1 La cancion- J balvin bad bunny

2 right side of my neck -Faye webster

3 Pain pink- panthereres

4 Poison- NCT dream

5 Salt in the wound- boy genius

6 Love like you- Rebecca sugar (this is funny because is from Steven Universe)

7 Self love- Metro boomin Coy leray (this is from into the spider verse whic was without a doubt my favourite movie of the year)

8 Bad Habit- Steve lacy

9 softest touch- Khalid

10 head over heels/broken - tears for fears

[nerdy-novelist017]

Omg yay!! Ok obviously feel free to decline this since the subject matter could be rough for some people but, canon Benny’s reaction to what happened to Kathy was definitely my least fav part of the film and I need it to be rectified through fic🙏🏽. So could you write something about the aftermath of something like that happening to reader when her and Benny have been dating for a while? Im starved for caring and protective Benny unfortunately

Starve no more, anon ;) I have more protective Benny fics in the works! I made this one as a one shot to my Benny x Bunny series, hope that's okay! (This ISN'T the next part to Little Bunny! It's just a little one shot for after they're together ;) I'm working on getting the next part posted tonight!)

Word Count- 1.1k

Summary- Benny couldn't possibly want you after what almost happened, right?

TW- SA, 18+

*Please don't read if you are uncomfortable with the content!

Life Raft (Benny Cross x Shy!Reader)

Benny was going to be so upset with you.

Your hands shook from the adrenaline still coursing through your veins. You blinked and the tears burning your eyes threatened to spill over. Kathy’s hand rubbed the spot between your shoulder blades soothingly as she sat on the edge of the bed with you. Downstairs, you could hear the party wrapping up, Johnny and Funny Sonny trying to get everybody to leave. The party was over, too many bad things had happened for everyone to just pretend they didn’t see it, pretend they didn’t hear it.

You swallowed roughly, the events of the last hour still looping in your mind. The way his cold eyes raked over your body, the way he smiled sinisterly as you backed away. The course palm of his hand that wrapped around your throat, pinning you against the wall. His hot breath fanning across your mouth as his tongue invaded. His other hand going up your skirt, grazing the line of your panties. 

You squeezed your eyes shut at that part. You had screamed, but Benny wasn’t there. Kathy wasn’t there. Zipco wasn’t there. Brucie wasn’t there. You were alone with this man, prey to this predator. And who even was this man? You hadn’t seen him before, even though he wore the colors you had been so used to seeing almost every day. More chapters were popping up everywhere and with it, came new faces to the parties, meetings and picnics. Strangers, dangerously prowling through the club now, waiting for opportunities of solitude to attack.

You had only left the bonfire for a moment, telling Benny that you were going inside to grab a soda from the fridge. They only ever had beer coolers outside by the fire. You would only be gone for a moment. But a moment was all this animal needed as he stalked into the kitchen after you.

You were alone and that realization sent ice through your veins. This animal could do whatever he wanted, and you were powerless to stop it.

And then suddenly Johnny was there, grabbing this man and throwing him away from you. You were stuck against the wall, frozen in fear as you watched Wahoo and Corky jump into the fight as well. The two dragged the man out of the room, heading for the back door.

“Hey, kid, you okay?” Johnny asked, trying to make eye contact with your frantic gaze. He reached out slowly and pulled the hem of your dress back down to cover your trembling legs. “C’mon, let Kathy get you upstairs.”

You hadn’t even realized Kathy was there too now. She wrapped her arms around you, guiding you to the stairs. 

“B—Benny?” You tried to ask and Johnny nodded. 

“I’ll get him for ya,” he said, eyes empathetic.

That seemed to be hours ago. Or maybe it was only a few minutes. You weren’t sure; everything felt a little hazy. However long it was, Kathy never left your side, having planted herself next to you. You tried to say something to her, to thank her, but your throat was too dry and your mind too incoherent. You felt dirty and scared and you just wanted to go home. 

Benny was going to be so upset with you. 

Footsteps climbed the stairs and you stiffened at the sound. Benny appeared in the doorway and you wanted to sob. The man you wanted to run to, the man you wanted to hold you tight and carry you back to safety stood there, a dark expression on his face. With one look at Kathy, he dismissed her. She squeezed your arm gently. 

“I’ll be right downstairs if ya need me,” she promised softly and then she was gone. Benny closed the door behind her and a heavy silence filled the bedroom.

Your heart raced as he moved to stand at the dresser across from you. You could see the tension radiating from him and you swallowed back any kind of hope for him to love you still. 

“What happened?” he asked finally, his voice wavering with barely-controlled anger.

“I-I just wanted a pop. I just came in-inside and he—he . . . I couldn’t—couldn’t get away—” The words tumbled out of your mouth incoherently. 

“Which one?” 

You looked up at him through your tear-soaked lashes. “I—I don’t . . . Did Johnny not—”

“Johnny didn’t tell me who. Just told me . . .” His words died as he looked at the purple marks forming on your neck. His jaw clenched hard and he looked away from you. Your heart sunk at the action. He couldn’t even look at you anymore. He was so disgusted that he couldn’t even look at you. You could feel him slipping through your fingers and total desperation hit you like a wave. The ocean, you thought, that's what it felt like. You were lost in the middle of the ocean and a storm broke a nasty hole in your tiny ship. You were sinking, drowning in that vast, dark water.

The tears broke free from their dam and rolled down your cheeks as a sob caught in your throat. “I’m—I’m so sorry, B—Benny. Please forgive me.”

“Forgive you?” He looked back at you but you couldn’t face his hard gaze. 

Looking down at your lap, you cried. “Please don’t be upset with m—me. I’m sorry.”

He crossed the distance between you, lowering himself to his knees before you. You squeezed your eyes shut to avoid his gaze, heart shattering in your chest.

His warm hands enveloped yours tightly. “Bunny.”

Please don’t leave me here to pick myself up, you wanted to say. Please don’t abandon me to this darkness, I'm already drowning. I'm still me. I'm still your girl.

“Bunny, look at me.” His voice was so soft, just barely above a whisper. 

You obeyed his gentle command. His face was inches below yours, eyes examining. Slowly, he lifted his hand and his fingertips ghosted over the bruises forming on your throat. His brows pinched together but his eyes were soft as they returned to yours. His fingers traveled over the curve of your jaw and up to swipe the heavy flow of tears from beneath your eyes.

“I could never be upset with you, Bunny," he whispered. “I could never.” 

Your hands came up to grip his wrists as if he were a life raft holding you afloat. His hands, you realized, were shaking slightly and you held even tighter, anchoring him to you. 

“I’m not angry with you. I’m angry with myself. Angry that I wasn’t there to protect you.” His voice wavered, tears rimming his beautiful blue eyes. “I promised to always protect you and I wasn’t there. I’m so sorry, Bunny. I’m so, so sorry.”

Words failed you, but you never needed them for Benny. You threw your arms around his neck, burying yourself into his chest. He reacted immediately, pulling you impossibly close as he moved to sit on the bed beside you. You cried, and he let you.

And when Johnny came to check on you, that’s how he found you: curled into your Benny's chest, his arms a protective shield from the rest of the world as he whispered into your ear, hands running gently through your hair. And Johnny knew that you’d be okay, because you had Benny. And Benny would be okay because Johnny and his boys had already taken care of the ex-Vandal who dared to lay a hand on their little bunny.

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[morganbritton132]

Love the idea of Steve and Eddie being so sickening in love that Eddie calling him by his name makes Steve be like “why are you being mean”. Imagining how funny it would be if Steve was hanging out with a new friend or co worker or something at the house for the first time and Eddie comes in and is like “hey Steve” and kisses him on the cheek before introductions and obligatory “how was your day” and when Eddie leaves a couple minutes later the new friend is about to comment on how nice Steve’s husband seems when Steve turns to her and is like “I’m so so sorry you had to see that he is not usually like that he is just still pissy about (insert dumb funny thing here)”

This is cute and hilarious, and it’s so canon to this AU that it hurts. I love it so much.

I’m picturing Steve having a group of teachers over because they’re part of a committee and they’re planning an event at the school. Some of the teachers are people that Steve has known years, but the majority are people who don’t know Eddie outside of the guy that sometimes picks Steve up on bad brain days.

They’re in the thick of making posters and streamers when Eddie comes into the house, guitar case in hand from practicing at Jeff’s. He comes into the dining room where everybody is, plants a kiss on Steve’s cheek like, “Hey, Steve. Missed you.”

“Missed you more,” Steve hums back, sinking into Eddie’s side when he wraps his arm around his waist and pulls him closer.

Eddie rests his head on Steve’s shoulder and looks down at the poster he is making. It’s very glittery. He asks, “How’s it going?”

He listens attentively as Steve tells him of all they’ve accomplished and even reminds him of something that he said he wanted to do for the event and forgot about. He smiles and shakes hands when he’s introduced to other teachers and even recalls some of the things Steve told him about them.

At the ends of it, Eddie kisses Steve’s cheek again, tells him that they’re doing amazing work, and then says, “I’ve got a melody in my head, gonna go iron it out. Let me know if you need anything.”

He even says as he leaves, “Love you.”

“Love you, too,” Steve echoes back. Once the basement door closes, Steve just sighs and says so apologetically, “I’m so sorry you had to see that and if it made any of you uncomfortable. He’s not typically like that, you know. He’s just mad at me right now because I won’t walk a red carpet with him next week.”

At first everybody thinks that he’s joking but Steve looks so genuinely embarrassed that they have to believe him. Everybody is just like, “Excuse me, he’s mad at you?? He isn’t usually like that??? Meaning that he’s typically more loving and affectionate???”

Kathy, a seventh grade English teacher who shares way too much about her failing marriage, is just like, “Shoot, I can’t even get my husband to say he loves me half the time.”

“Kathy,” Steve says sincerely. “You need to divorce your husband.”

“I know.”

There’s a beat of silence before David, a newer teacher at the school, asks, “Red carpet? He is like, movie star or something?”

[kaytheday]

Steve Randle and Evie Head Canon's

I just have a lot of thoughts about Steve and Evie. Particularly Steve as a boyfriend and what kind of girl Evie is. I might do a future post on what I think Evie would be like, but for now it's just them together.

Story HC's: 

They met in kindergarten. When they were playing kiss tag, Steve kissed her on the cheek and she punched him in the face. 

They kept fighting each other. He would pull her pig tails and she would kick him in the shins. 

From all this bickering, they learned that they lived near each other in the same block. 

They first kissed in 6th grade. Behind the dumpster of the Jr. High school, they kissed. Not really knowing how, but a quick few pecks and some red cheeks and they ran away. 

They hung out a lot because they lived near each other, but they dated other people for a while. 

In their sophomore year they began to fall in love for real. 

The summer before sophomore year. At a greaser party, Evie was wearing something a little more showy while chatting with her friends. Steve showed up with Soda and was absolutely enamored by her. Like jaw down to the floor, this boy could not play it cool.

But apparently, he played it cool enough because by the end of that party they were making out on a park bench near Steve’s house. They ended up staying the night at Evie's house. 

Her mom was at a boyfriend's house and Steve’s dad had always been a jerk. 

They’ve been dating since sophomore year. 

General HC's:

Think of the most disgustingly touchy couple you know. Multiply it by twenty and you have Steve and Evie. 

They literally cannot keep their hands off of each other. 

Steve and Evie will ditch Soda on double dates to go make out or do naughty things in the bathroom. 

Evie likes to hang out at the DX. She’ll sit on the counter sucking on a lollipop while Steve makes inappropriate jokes about her sucking something else. 

Steve tries to impress Evie with his skills with cars. She likes watching him flip a hood and ramble on about car nonsense. 

She is also his biggest fan at the drag races. Cheering like a mad woman while Steve beats everyone. 

 They both like to drive with Steve’s hand on her thigh while she sits in the passenger seat smoking.

There have been times where Steve is a hazard to others on the road because he can’t keep his eyes off of Evie. 

Don’t even get me started on Soda as the third wheel! 

“Oh look it’s ’ol Evie and Stevie!” All the time while they were in school together.

“Good night kids, use protection!” 

Two-Bits not much better. 

“Yeah, lace up! Don’t you two be making me an uncle now!”

Kathy and Evie are pretty good friends too. They would double date with both of them but Steve can’t stand Two-Bits antics most of the time. 

Oftentimes they hang out at her house. Mostly because her mom is never there or drunk out of her mind and Steve’s dad kicks him out once a week.

Sometimes they sit on the floor of her room while a soft record is playing. Steve plays with her soft hair while she reads a magazine. 

Steve likes hair. Though he’ll never admit it to any of the guys. He especially likes Evie’s silky black waves. 

I’ll probably think of some future head canons too.  I’ll link them here when I do! 

[crow-aeris]

Tim's Meeting With Kon (Non-canonical version)

This is in another world where Damian is more open with his emotions and is 75% less emotionally constipated

Tim hesitates, anxiously pulling his wings tighter around him as he followed Damian across the cave.

"What if make a fool of myself?" Tim frowned, resisting the urge to cling onto Damian's cape like a terrified hatchling.

The older bat raised a questioning brow, "When have you ever allowed the opinions of lesser beings to affect you?"

"Jon's a part of the "lesser beings", you know that, right?" Tim comments Damian squinted in embarrassment, “and so is Kathy.”

"Kent and Branden," Damian huffs, "are the exceptions."

Tim rolls his eyes, yelping as Damian flicks his forehead, "HEY! I'll tell Duke you hit me!"

"He'd say you deserved it," Damian says while looking ahead, but the slightest twitch of his lips betrayed the older teen's amusement, "but we both know what Duke would say."

Tim smiles, "Probably something sappy."

"Incredibly sappy," Damian twists his voice to perfectly mimic Duke's, "Don't worry, Tim! As long as you be yourself and do whatever Damian says, everyone will love you!"

The falcon shudders, his feathers bristling with disgust, "Eugh. I hate it when you do that. Its literally so uncanny."

"I love you, Tim!" Damian chirps, still using Dukes voice as they reach the cave’s exit, "I'm Duke and I'm all lovey dovey. Sunshine, Rainbows, I can see light! I go to college! I’m Bruce’s favorite because I LOVE med school! I LOVE being tired and exhausted! Coo coo coo, peace and love and-“

"What are you two doing?"

Tim abruptly stifles his laugh and whips around with a strangled yelp. Damian remains stoic, but Tim could see he was also startled. "Aren’t you supposed to be at college?"

Duke gave the pair an unimpressed look, a plate of Alfred's cookies within his hands, "You need to hurry up before either Jon or Clark calls Bruce, and we all know how he gets."

Tim and Damian exchange matching looks of displeasure, but they had no choice but to get going.

——(~~~)——

"I thought you were a no-show," Jon teased as Tim and Damian landed on the roof of the skyscraper.

Tim twitched as he felt two pairs of eyes pin onto him, and the Shadow allowed a mixture of his Shadow and Gala personas to drape over his features.

Damian leaned slightly toward Tim in a vague show of comfort, "We would've taken longer if not for Seraph's prodding."

Tim glances over the small group of people gathering around. He pursed his lips before turning to Damian, "Shouldn't there be more people here?"

"What, are we not enough for Batman's almighty Shadow?" a voice huffed, and Tim snapped his head up with an irritated expression. He was about to say something, but his words died in his throat.

"Nova," Jon admonished lightly, and Damian tapped Tim's back, noticing how the fledgling had considerably.

"We didn't want to overwhelm you," Superboy, Jonathan Kent, supplied.

"Either way, you will meet the rest of the imbeciles in due time," Damian huffed, "but Superboy insisted on this audiance with Supernova."

"Supernova," Tim tested the name, ignoring how his heart pounded in his chest. That was Kon-el, Conner Kent, clone made from Superman and Lex Luthor, rescued from Cadmus labs by Reaper and Superboy alongside Beacon and the other Titans. Tim hums in consideration, the name fits him. He looks away and mutters nder hs breath, “just as pretty, too.”

As Supernova flushes a deep scarlet, Tim couldn’t help but instantly regret his every decision that brought him up to this point, and the falcon wishes that a villain- or preferably a giant asteroid- would interupt the conversation and slam into his face. Alas, that didn’t happen, and so Tim was left to suffer as Super laughed at him.

The two, red-faced vigilantes found solace in the other as their older counterparts chatted and caught up.

Tim can’t wait to go home.

[drabbles-mc]

The Depths

Benny Cross x Kathy Cross

Warnings: 18+, canon compliant (aka: Contains Spoilers), angst with a happy-ish ending, hints of benny/johnny if you squint

Word Count: 1k

A/N: went and saw The Bikeriders again. i hope Kathy knows that i love her

It wasn’t until he was back home and the shock wore off. Wasn’t until the sadness and the ache of it all finally started to dull around the edges. It wasn’t until he felt like he could finally take a full breath again that Benny realized how lucky he was.

He’d gone so many years thoroughly convinced that the only thing he really cared about was being able to throw his leg over his bike, to have that denim and patch on his back. He believed it, believed that nothing else really mattered to him. That’s why he never asked anyone for anything—he didn’t believe that he could ever be capable of giving anything back. A person needed a certain layer of depth to them for that, and he didn’t think that the well in his chest went down far enough.

The news that man so casually dropped on him in the middle of some dive bar in Indiana kicked clean through the floorboards in his chest and revealed miles and miles of depth he hadn’t let himself feel in far too long. He thought it all would’ve filled in by then, become overgrown, really left him shallow. That’s how he felt most days, anyhow. Especially after he left Chicago behind. What people saw was exactly what they got—that was all he had to offer.

Johnny’s death reminded him that there was an entire man living underneath all that leather and denim. A man who, underneath the patches, and the grease, and the cigarette smoke, was too stubborn to let people count on him. So stubborn, in fact, that he left his whole life behind without offering anyone a real goodbye.

He couldn’t see it in the moment, the first trace of luck in the loss. It wasn’t until some time had passed and his eyes had finally run dry. When he parked his bike on the street right in front of Kathy’s house, he didn’t feel at all like a lucky man. He felt broken. Lost. But it was the only place he could think of, the only place that had a semblance of home about it. He didn’t even think to knock on the door.

Not everyone would’ve been so lucky as to have that. Not just a place to go, but a woman who would open the door for them. Who would sit on the porch step in the chilly Chicago air after a year of silence and hold them while they cried. Who wouldn’t ask any questions. Who wouldn’t say a damn thing until it was all over with.

He’d been lucky for all of his time with Johnny. But Johnny wasn’t the one whose fingers were running through his hair and down the slope of his neck as his body gave into the wracking sobs that had been rattling the bars in Benny’s chest for the countless miles he’d been riding to get back home. It wasn’t Johnny’s lips pressing tender, comforting kisses to the crown of his head. That wasn’t his hand running up and down Benny’s back, pressure rippling over the patch that landed them all in this mess to begin with. It wasn’t Johnny. It never could’ve been.

Benny collapsed into her. Clung to her for all that he was worth, which in the moment didn’t feel like much. His blunt fingernails dug their way into the threading of her sweater, forehead pressed against her chest so that he could feel her heartbeat. Through the choked breaths he could smell the traces of cigarette smoke and laundry detergent. Everything had changed and yet nothing had. She was still there. She was still holding him. She was still getting him right again. Just like last time. Just like always.

Kathy had waited for years to see the bottom of the well, to see the depths of Benny that existed underneath all that armor. She hadn’t ever found the right thing to say. She’d never figured out how to crack the code. But when she felt the dampness of Benny’s tears soaking through her sweater, she knew that she had more of him in that moment than she’d ever had before. Maybe she had Johnny to thank for that. Maybe she had him to thank for a lot of things, not that she could tell him any of that now.

In those first few days back home, the self-destructive piece of Benny wanted to ask her why she’d let him back in. After everything that he’d done, everything he put her, through, how could she hold him and mean it? He wanted to ask but he couldn’t make himself speak—he was lucky for that too.

The first time he thought about it was when he woke up in the middle of the night. Kathy was curled into his chest the way that she always was when she slept. He felt each soft, warm exhale of her breath against the skin of his chest. He shut his eyes and soaked it in, and that’s when it hit him for the first time, but certainly not the last, that he might’ve been the luckiest one out of all of them.

He hadn’t given it a second thought, turning back up on her steps. He could’ve gone to the bar, could’ve gone to one of the guys, but he didn’t. The thought hadn’t even crossed his mind. When the rug got pulled out from underneath him, when his chest caved in on itself into a seemingly endless abyss, she was the only person he thought to go to. And she held him. Without hesitation and without question. All those times he threatened to leave. Taking off in the middle of the night with no goodbye. A year of silence. She’d carried all of that on her shoulders alone and was still strong enough to hold him tight when he came back around.

Now it was his turn, as he wrapped his arms around her. She didn’t wake up, hardly even stirred, but even in her sleep she allowed herself to be pulled into him without a fight. He thought about the warmth of her body pressed against his under the sheets. The same warmth he’d felt sitting out in front of the house when he came home. He pulled in a deep breath—cigarettes and laundry detergent. He let each sensation fill him up, needing all his newfound depth to be good for something.

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[only-lonely-star]

Fic request:

Twobits little sister gets mad at their mom and runs away from home and ends up getting lost and terrorized by some Soc kids after she wanders into their side of town. Darry is over there roofing when he spots her wandering all upset and scratched up amd immediately goes into protective mode? I feel Darry is good with kids and I just want to see that more please 🙏

❤️ stay gold

୨୧ ☁︎ Too Young ☁︎ ୨୧

~ Darrel Curtis, Two-Bit’s kid sister (PLATONIC) ~

This is NOT an ‘x Reader’ story.

Warnings - I feel like classifying this as angst is a better description, so there are obviously a few warnings. Mentions of drinking, running away from home, minor pain inflicted on a small child, manhandling, harassment.

Summary - Karol Matthews has had enough, her plan to run away from home not going as expected. Luckily for her, a brotherly figure comes to her aid.

Author’s Note - This one is a bit of a longer fic compared to the other ones I have posted, so sorry for the long wait! Other requests may take a few days since I am a bit behind. Besides that, I thank you so much for this request! I could totally see Darry becoming protective when it comes to defending someone so special to him. I hope you enjoy it, Stay Gold! 💞

Word Count - 2.6k.

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(Quick A/N: I try to keep things as accurate as possible to both the book and movie combined. For appearances I go based on the movie since it's easier for me to imagine. BUT it is canon that Two-Bit has a little sister although she is unnamed. I felt like this story would run much smoother if it was in a complete third-person perspective, making this not an 'x reader' story.)

Karol Matthews sat perched atop the armrest of the sofa, her wide eyes filled with curiosity following Keith's every move. He paced around the kitchen, absolutely raiding it and chugging down a cold beer before taking a seat beside his kid sister.

Keith couldn't sit still for the life of him, always buzzing around or out and about with his friends. His leg bounced up and down, sipping on his drink. It was obvious to Karol he was about to venture off and get into some trouble - but their mother didn't mind much. She practically supported his troubling antics from time to time.

Karol tapped on his shoulder, preparing her tiny voice to engage in conversation with him. Keith was zoned out, his consciousness coming back to reality at the gentle tap. He turned his head to face hers, a small grin evident on his face. "What's up?" he posed, the soft tone in his voice typical for her to hear.

"Where are you going?" Karol asked, her voice soft and quiet. She adored Keith and found him to be the funniest person she knew. Even at six years old, the girl had a slight understanding of what exactly her brother would be getting involved in. Late-night drives, smoking and drinking with his buddies, maybe even going out to see a girl. She was aware of the different blonde girls he would bring home, him swearing it was the same person each time - Kathy. She wasn't stupid, she knew they were all different.

"Going out with Dally and some others," he replied simply, expecting a soft sigh and for her to head back to her bedroom. Instead, she smiled and tapped his shoulder again.

"Can I come?" Karol's sweet voice spoke up, her enticing smile attempting to draw him in.

"No," Keith said, taking his free hand to ruffle through her blonde wavy hair affectionately. He found it rather amusing that she wanted to tag along. He chuckled and took another large sip of his beer as Karol pouted and let out a huff.

"Why not?!" she protested, demanding a real answer from him. Karol loved Keith and would rather spend her day out and about with him instead of being stuck at home. She crossed her arms and glared at her brother.

"You're too young," he replied, standing from the sofa swiftly, "Besides, Dally ain't too good with kids."

Karol's irritation only grew from there, souring her mood for the day. She tugged on Keith's arm like a lifeline - pleading to come along. "Please...? I'll be quiet!"

He shook his head firmly, stepping for the door without another word on the matter. He took a deep breath, "Heading out! Be back around seven!"

A woman's voice could be heard shouting back in response, stepping for the door before Keith could leave. "Six!"

She enveloped him in a side hug and kissed his cheek, staining it with a dark hue of pink lipstick. He grinned softly, smearing it off and turning the doorknob. "Six-thirty. Bye, ma,"

She let out a sigh, watching her son dart for his car - beer in hand and all. She turned to Karol with a lopsided smile. "What are we going to do with him? Hm?"

Karol sat back down on the sofa, a frown still intact. "I wanna go," she stated with crossed arms.

Her mother glanced down at her with a slight frown. "You shouldn't be hanging around those boys, you're way too young, honey."

Karol didn't like that. In fact - she hated being referred to as 'too little' or 'too young'. In all reality it was true; she was six years old and nowhere near old enough to befriend a group of teen hoodlums...even if they were her brother's best friends.

"I don't wanna be young! I wanna play with the big kids and be cool," she fumed, eyebrows sewn together and tiny fists clenched.

"Karol... you don't understand. Little girls shouldn't try any of the things they do," her mother shook her head, attempting to calm her down. It was obvious how badly this was affecting Karol's mood, sending the child into an upset rage.

"I'm not a little girl!" she shouted, hopping off the couch and reaching for the doorknob at a moment's notice. "And I'm running away from this place! I'll go find Keith on my own!"

Her mother only rolled her eyes. Karol had done this countless times - attempting to run off and merely making it down the street before she came crawling back. "You'll be back," she muttered under her breath as she watched her daughter pry open the door and step outside into the blazing summer heat.

Karol's dark expression meant business. She didn't intend on coming back this time, she was determined to prove herself as a big kid. With heavy stomps, Karol made her way down the sidewalk, thinking of where her brother could possibly be. He'd taken the car and everything, not even mentioning where he was heading off to. She turned her head around to notice the door had already been shut - stranding her outside for good.

"I'll show her,"

Karol continued on with her journey, wandering down streets she'd never been to before. Every house she passed seemed to appear bigger and bigger. The one-story shacks turned into two-story houses with beautifully painted fences surrounding them. She stared at a few in awe, wondering how she could manage to buy one of her own and prove she was all grown up.

All was well until a few snickers could be heard off into the distance. Karol turned her head and squinted to have a better look at the trio of teenage boys coming her way. Her mind instantly thought those could be Keith's friends. Maybe if she asked them where he could be then she could hitch a ride with them. Her tiny legs strode to stand in front of the boys, a charming smile on her face.

The first to speak up, a tall brunette with khakis and a white button-down, kneeled to her level. A sly grin arose on his lips, his voice coming out overly sweet. "Well... are you lost, kid?"

It was quite obvious Karol wasn't from the area. Her tattered sandals and colorful- yet floral sundress gave it away. No Soc child would wear something so bright and bold. The little girls were typically dressed head to toe in fancy skirts, headbands, and bows. Karol was a misfit.

"I'm looking for my brother," she beamed with a sweet tone in return, oblivious to the evil intent in his tone. The other boys circled around her as they stifled their snickers.

"Who's your brother?" the Soc asked with a raised brow at Karol's revelation. He looked to the other two, motioning for them to stand close by.

"Keith," Karol spoke excitedly, expecting them to immediately welcome her with open arms, "He said he was with Dally. Can you take me wherever that is?"

All three of the boys's ears perked up at the name. 'Dally' was an easy name to remember - recognizing the infamous greaser left quite a small crowd to narrow down from.

"I ain't ever heard of a 'Keith' who hangs 'round Dally," the slim and blonde-haired Soc spoke up, exchanging glances between the others.

The third boy shook his head, furrowing his brows as he tried to recall the person he had in mind. He ran a hand through his jet-black curls. "No, she means Two-Bit. That guy with the funny sideburns."

The brunette Soc who had originally spoken to Karol let out a soft snort. "Two-Bit..." he nodded along, testing out the name on his tongue. "He wear a Mickey Mouse shirt, kid?"

Karol's smile only grew, nodding to confirm that was indeed her big brother. "Yes! That's him!" Her arms pumped up in victory, a gleam of hope in her eyes.

The sight was precious, they didn't even have to push her for answers - she willingly gave them away. The boy chuckled dryly, standing to his feet with a smug smile. "Well since Two-Bit thinks it's funny to swipe cash that ain't his..."

The other boys had a similar look of cruel intent written all over their faces. The blonde boy stood behind her, a singular arm snaking around her small torso to lift her up. Karol yelped in confusion, not expecting such a move.

"Hey!" she hollered to them, her voice almost a whimper. She was roughly tossed in a soaking wet puddle of mud, hidden beneath the grass on a stranger's front lawn. "My dress..." she pouted, tears welling to her eyes.

The boys didn't hesitate to terrorize the poor girl further. They jabbed their hands into the muddy puddle, one holding her down as the other two slathered the mud all over her. She let out a wail, one that anybody in their right mind couldn't brush off.

"Tell your brother to not touch what ain't his next time," the Soc in the white button-down cackled, his hand running down the side of her cheek.

Just as Karol felt she couldn't take any more of the torment - pounding footsteps could be heard coming closer. Her screams and cries for help had paid off, and none other than Darrel Curtis had come to her aid. He grabbed the collar of the brunette's shirt from behind, scaring the other two off. They ran without hesitation, sprinting up the street the same way they came. The boy managed to slip out of Darrel's grasp, speeding off before he really had his world rocked.

Karol still sat in the puddle, wailing and hollering like she never had before. She truly felt those boys would help her find Keith. Darrel cursed under his breath until they were completely out of sight. He quickly turned his focus back to Karol.

Gently helping her up, he placed both hands under her arms to stand her back on her own two feet. He sighed and assessed the situation, looking over her body and face for any signs she was hurt. "You alright?"

Karol used the back of her hand to wipe away the overwhelming amount of tears that flooded her eyes. She nodded and tried to calm herself enough to speak. Darrel was no stranger to her, they had met numerous times before since Two-Bit was close friends with him.

"Darry~" she whimpered, clinging onto his leg as she went in for a hug. She cried softly against him and didn't show any intention of stopping.

Darrel was a bit taken aback, but he rested a hand on her shoulder nonetheless, patting it gently to bring her a bit of comfort. She was muddy all over and was soaking Darrel in the mess but he didn't mind it one bit. The poor child had to have been hurt from the way she had been screaming. "Karol, look at me."

She reluctantly tilted her head upwards to meet his eyes, her pout seemingly stuck on her face. His heart sank at the sight of the girl's dirtied clothing along with a few minor scratches along her face and arms. "What happened? Tell me everything."

He subtly maneuvered her arms off so that he could begin to walk her to his car. He held his hand out to her, opening and closing a fist to motion for her. Her small hand wrapped around his pinky finger, melting his heart further. He listened intently to her soft cries.

"I was looking for Keith...I ran away," Karol explained with a deepening frown, her mind racing with thoughts of him and how she could only hope he was safe out there.

"You ran away?" he echoed, his words almost full of disbelief, "Why would you do that, kiddo?" Darrel guided her to the backseat of his car, the last thing on his mind being the muddy mess she would leave behind. He followed her inside the car, grabbing a hand towel which was stuffed into the back pocket of his denim. He gently dabbed at her cheeks, mentally reminding himself to be gentle around the scratches.

Karol sighed deeply and glanced down to her lap shamefully. She winced every now and then, the burning sensation on her skin still lingered. "I don't wanna be a little girl anymore, Darry... I want to be like Keith. To be cool."

Darry's expression turned from one of shock to one of empathy. He could already imagine how left out Karol must feel. Her brother always out of the house and getting into all sorts of trouble with his friends, her mother housekeeping constantly and working hard to make ends meet. The Matthews' home could often leave Karol feeling lonely and unwanted.

"And you wandered all the way here... on foot?" he implied, the question sounding surreal to even ask a six-year old.

Karol nodded and watched as Darrel tried his best to finish wiping off the dried up mud from her arms. He was unable to do much about her dress - but what he could do was give her a ride home. He finished tidying her up, setting the towel on the floor beside her feet. He smiled at her warmly, his thumb gently running over her cheek. “Lemme take you home, get you all freshened up with your momma.”

Darrel had a tendency to be good with children, Karol being no different. His instinctive protective nature came in handy in situations like this. He would do so much as to drop everything in terms of his job to tend to Karol’s desperate cries for help.

The car ride home was mostly quiet, the soft music playing as Karol settled herself into the backseat, her head resting against the car door. Darrel pulled up, the car coming to a halt as Keith and their mother swarmed the vehicle in a panic. They were both worried sick - her mother expecting her to return moments after ‘running away’.

Darrel immediately emerged from the car, opening the backseat door and revealing the child to them. Two-Bit was first to sling her into his arms, a powerful hug between the two. He didn’t mind the crumpled clumps of dirt that fell from her body. “Karol - we were so worried about you…” he began, his voice almost a quiver.

Darrel smiled softly, admiring the sight of a little family reunion between the three. He stuffed his hands in his pocket and observed. She was set back down, stepping closer to Darrel in an instant. He crouched down in response and held out his arms for her. Karol obliged and wrapped her tiny arms around his neck, his hands rubbing her back soothingly. “Karol, look at me,” he whispered quietly, only for her ears to hear only.

She leaned in, the expression on her face displaying curiosity. Her undivided attention was on Darrel. “You are the toughest, bravest - coolest gal I know,” his tone was nothing but tender and loving with her. He was already aware of how she felt being babied and portrayed as nothing more than a little girl. He chose his words carefully, “And don’t you ever forget that, you hear? You’re just as cool as your brother… maybe even cooler.”

The wink he added onto those last words sealed Karol’s belief in. She felt a strange sense of newfound confidence within herself. Darrel had done more than just protect her today, more than scaring the boys off before they could harm her more, more than rushing to help assess the damage….

Darrel left her feeling important. She felt noticed for once, her strength revealing itself since the terror inflicted on her today. Karol tightly hugged him, her grasp not loosening a single bit as she prolonged the hug to its fullest.

Her soft voice whispered back, a smile plastering all over her face - the first one in a while, “Thank you, Darry.”

[the-healthy-human-mind]

For All It's Worth

CWs: Childbirth, labor, cursing, crying, blood, mentioned canon major character death/mw3.

Thursday, May 30th, 1340 hours

Evelyne never expected herself to enjoy pregnancy, the constant mood swings, weird cravings, having to pee every 10 seconds; but she cherished every second. It’s crazy what motherhood does to someone, when 17 year old Evelyne would’ve laughed her ass off at the state the 27 year old was in. Evelyne hisses at a sharp jab to her ribs, placing her hand over her side. 

“Quit it, Kiwi, absolutely no need for that.” Evelyne glares at her bump, as if the child, Kiwi, the child’s nickname thanks to her current craving, could see her. 

She continues her slow waddle down the hallway, a Manila folder in hand. She stops just before the office in question, leaning onto the door frame and rubbing at the small of her back. This kid was going to be the death of her. 

“Corporal,” Evelyne looks down at the sticky note, “Marlin?”

The boy looks up at her, eyes going from her swollen belly to her breasts. Perv. “You sure you’re supposed to be here, lady?”

She scoffs, tossing the folder on his desk. “No, I snuck in and took the secretary’s place.” 

As she makes her way out of the little shits office, she feels a thin trickle down her leg, followed by a cramp deep within her body. Evelyne inhales sharply, leaning onto the wall, okay, yeah that was not a cramp. Evelyne looks down at her watch, 1350. Shit. 10 minutes since the last “cramp.” She groans through another contraction, turning the corner to the 141 barracks. The twins and Scarlette were with one of Kyle's friends. And speaking of the bastard, Kyle and Price were deployed, Johnny was dead, which left Simon, who was nowhere to be found. Evelyne calls the only number that she keeps on her personal phone. The woman picks up after 2 rings.

“Snake, what’s wrong?”

“Think I’m in labor, headed to Tidworth.”

“What?”

Evelyne hangs up the phone, Kate can figure the rest out. The lights in the ER waiting room are blinding, bringing her back to her many nights spent within the dull walls. Evelyne is met with a woman the definition of the sun, blond hair, pale skin, and rocket red lipstick. The receptionist smiles brightly at her.

“Hello! I’m Esther, how can I help you dear?” 

“Hi. My name's Evelyne Garrick. I’m, uh, 37? Weeks pregnant, I’m not sure if my water broke, but I’m having contractions every,” she looks at her watch, “6 minutes now. There should be a list of contacts on my chart”

“Oh, well let's get you to a room.”

1405 hours

Evelyne drags the IV pole behind her as she paces her private room, a perk of being a SAS wife. She perks up when Esther walks back into the room, however not as bright as before.

“I’m so sorry dear, but I tried all of the numbers, and no one picked up. Is there anyone else I can call for you?”

Evelyne shakes her head, placing a hand on the hospital bed, “no, no. That was it.”

Esther frowns, staring at the girl. Then, she gets an idea, someone who can help. “Wait for one moment, I have an idea!”

It only took the older woman 8 minutes exactly to find the person in question. “Kathy! Kathy I need you! Well- there's a patient that needs you, she’s Garrick’s wife, he's SAS like John.”

Kathleen places the stack of reports she was reading down on the nurses station, turning to Esther. “What room is she in.”

1425 hours

Kathleen hears the woman in question before she makes it halfway down the hall, her cries of pain echoing. When she steps into the room, she finds the said mother hunched over the hospital bed, rocking side to side to alleviate the pain. Kathleen clears her throat, causing the dark-skinned woman's head to snap up. She musters the most polite smile she can before introducing herself. 

"I'm Captain Kathleen Moore, I heard you're Kyle Garrick's wife?"

Evelyne squints her eyes at the unknown woman, before nodding. Kathleen smiles, leaning down on the bed opposite to her.

"I'm John Price's wife, nice to meet you."

Kathleen doesn't exactly know what reaction she was expecting, but Evelyne bursting out in laughter was not one of them. 

"What the fuck did you find attractive in that old bastard? You're hot, but Price? With that stupid fucking boonie hat?"

"Well, the beard does look pretty nice between my legs." 

The younger girl continues to laugh, until another contraction hits her. 

"Do you have a birth plan? Do you want an epidural, anything of that sort?"

"And give birth on my back like some common whore-ow, ow."

"Okay, so that's a no. Is there anyone else we can call for you?" 

Evelyne shakes her head again, "No, Simon has my hospital bag in case shit like this happened, in case my husband is god knows where and I'm about to push out his mini-me." 

She chokes out a sob, "It was supposed to be Johnny- Johnny was supposed to be here if Kyle wasn't but the fucker had to go and die. And it's your bastard husband's fault."

Kathleen pauses, bending down fully to be face to face with Evelyne.

"By any chance, was it you who broke John's nose?"

Evelyne looks at Kathleen like she grew six heads. "Yes? Didn't exactly think it through at the time."

"Well you did me a favor, he stopped snoring."

0025 hours

After following Evelyne through her many positions, a nurse steps in behind Kathleen, who was guiding the girl through breathing exercises, handing the older woman a pair of gloves. 

"Evelyne, I need to check and see how dilated you are, is that alright?"

The girl nods, shifting until she is on her elbows, knees apart. Kathy moves the gown out of the way, straightening when she feels the top of a very hairy head. 

"We're going to get an OB in here, alright? You're 10 centimeters, so let's get you in a comfortable position."

Evelyne's eyes widen, "No! I am not having this baby right now, Kyle isn't here!"

"Well that's not for you to decide, because that child's head is almost past your cervix."

"So help me god, I will shove her back into my vagina if I need to, I am not having another one of his crotch goblins alone!"

“Who said you’re doin’ it alone? That’d be real shitty.”

Evelyne visibly relaxes at the sight of the giant, still dressed in his fatigues and that stupid mask. 

“Took you long enough,”

Simon grunts, placing the bags he came with down on the lone chair in the room. “Still made it before the runt.”

Kathleen stands to the side, watching Simon help Evelyne into a forest green birthing gown. He gives Kathleen a single nod, “I’ve got her,” and watches as the nurse walks out of the room.

“Where Garrick? They should have landed by now,”

Simon hesitates, and it makes Evelyne want to punch him in the balls. 

“They got sent back, mission wasn’t done.”

He has a split second to grab her by the arm before she hits the ground, releasing an ear ringing wail. 

0300 hours

“She has to be on her back, it’s easier for us-”

Three heads turn to the squeaky voice of an intern, who visibly panics at the glares he receives.

“For you! It’s easier for you! What about the one pushing this watermelon out?!”

The man opens his mouth, to which Evelyne groans in annoyance. 

“Get him outta here!”

Simon’s glare from beneath his skull balaclava is more than enough to have the intern scurrying out the door.

Friday, May 31st, 0600 hours

Evelyne regrets not getting that epidural, even if it meant she had to give birth on her back. If her death grip on Simon’s hand hurt him, she’d have no clue with how silent he was. The pain was mind numbing, shooting through her pelvis and spine. Everything else felt like a blur. She didn’t register the ache in her left knee from being on it, barely registered someone, Kathy, shoving the top of her gown down to place a screeching newborn on her chest. She marvels at the tiny infant screaming on her chest, eyes shut and fists clenched by her ears. 

Motherhood was a strange phenomenon, it changed who you were as a person. But looking down at her wailing daughter, Evelyne couldn’t imagine treating this infant like her mother had, handing the twins off to a stranger of a nurse and lighting a cigarette. She lets out a garbled laugh, partly from the shock, but also from the fact that the newborn had a full head of hair. 

Evelyne moves with the guidance of Kathleen and the doctors, and when the baby girl's eyes open, she is met with big, hazel eyes. Simon respectfully turns his head when the nurses direct Evelyne to initiate breastfeeding, the newborn latching with ease. 

“Hei, Leona.”

0900 hours

Motherhood was a damning thing, you have sex with a man, get knocked up, incubate a human for 9 months, and then your body ejects it in the most painful way. But it was a wonderful thing as well. Leona naps against her mothers chest, mouth opening and closing as if she was still nursing. With her mothers curls and her fathers face, Leona was perfect. 

Simon was out collecting the girls, Evelyne was not going to think about that man’s driving skills with her sisters and child in the car. Kathleen had gone home shortly after the birth, but not after a quick bicker between the two. 

“Simon’s here, he’s a bastard but he is a decent man.”

“Really, Ev?”

“I’ll be back on my next shift, promise.”

“After you go home and see your own children.”

“Yes, after.”

Evelyne looks to the door as it opens, revealing her sisters, both trying to get through the frame at the same time. 

“Is that her? She’s so tiny!”

“Shush! They’re probably sleeping, Nel!”

“Both of ya hush and get in there.”

Simon nudges the twins into the recovery room, a zonked out Scarlette drooling on his shoulder. As Evelyne carefully hands Leona over to Claire, Nellian moves to stand over her twin's shoulder. The two whisper back and forth while gazing at the infant. Evelyne holds her arms out for her eldest, offering to take her off of Simon’s hands. 

“I got her, no sense in botherin’ her.”

“Whiskey’s made you soft.”

Simon scoffs, muttering under his breath. “Fucking Norwegians.”

[justalovelyblackgf]

If the whole Ross family were casted and starred in “Smallville”: A Thread

Disclaimer: These are MY opinions, inner thoughts, and head canons. Also, thank you all so much for the love and reblogs on my previous thread series “If I were to cast more black women in Smallville” ! 😘 This thread will also be a mix of canon and head canon. I had this idea because I like Pete Ross as a character and his friendship with Clark. ☺️ I’ve noticed in some episodes that Pete has mentioned his family such his parents and siblings. Pete and Clark have mentioned Pete’s brothers and Pete mentioned he had a sister. I recognize that the series has casted Bill Ross (Father) and Abigail Ross (Mother), but sadly not any of his siblings! I’ve always wanted to know what they would look like, their jobs, and personalities if they were recurring/guest roles on the series, so I made a fan cast of what could’ve been! The names and some background information for these characters also came from the Smallville Wiki. Pete’s sister’s name is originally Kathy, but I think Kate would be better suited if I hc her as his twin.

taglist: @afrowrites @tinyurlamd

i just thought of ya’ll because you’re both excellent writers and inspire me to get more smallville content out there especially for poc!😘

The Ross Family

1. Pete Ross - Sam Jones III

The youngest brother yet the older twin. He’s Clark Kent’s confident, witty, and loyal childhood best friend. Protective brother, respectful son and skillful athlete. He occasionally works for “The Torch” at Smallville High and helps to piece together the weirdness of Smallville with his friends. Pete’s the first person outside of Clark’s parents to know his secret.

2. Katherine “Kate” Ross - Tatyana Ali

The younger twin and the “baby girl” as Bill refers to her. Do NOT call her “Kathy” Kate will do. She’s also Clark Kent’s close childhood friend along with Chloe Sullivan and Lana Lang being her BFFs. She’s a bit more reserved than her twin, but she is amicable and empathetic towards her peers. An aspiring singer, straight A student, and avid shopper of the latest styles.

3. William “Bill” Ross- Dee Jay Jackson

The head of the Ross family. Once the owner of the Ross Creamed Corn Factory is now a well trusted lawyer in Smallville. (Formerly) married to Abigail and dotes on their 5 children. He can be stubborn, but he is loyal, understanding, and a natural leader.

4. Abigail Ross- Felecia M. Bell

The matriarch of the Ross family and former wife of Bill. She was born in Metropolis before getting her law degree in Kansas, marrying Bill, raising their 5 children, and becoming the county court judge in Smallville. Two things that she doesn’t play about: her family and serving justice for the people.

5. Mark Ross- Jaleel White

Bill and Abigail’s first born. A former football star and valedictorian of Smallville High, but he aims to follow in the footsteps of his parents by running his own law firm in Metropolis after he receives his degree at Harvard Law. He sometimes has to essentially play the “3rd parent” role to his younger siblings, but cares for his family nonetheless.

6. Michael “Mike” Ross- Ron Brown

The second son of the Ross family. Just like Mark and Bill, the best years of his life were playing for the Smallville High Crows. He received a full ride to play for KSU and study Political Science. The goal for the pro didn’t work out, he soon plans to run for office one day in Metropolis and give back to his community in Smallville. Sometimes he feels inadequate compared to his older brother, but is reassured he’s on the right path by his family.

7. Samuel “Sam” Ross - Nate Parker

The third born of the Ross Family. Another former athlete and alumni of Smallville High. He attended KSU to receive a BA in Criminal Justice to become a detective. He wants to resolve criminal issues and protect citizens in cities such as Metropolis, Smallville, and Gotham. He goes with the flow in some areas, but two things he takes seriously are his family and justice.

[eclectic-sassycoweyes]

🌵📚🦋 please <3

Hi Michelle! Thank you!! (Writer’s Truth or Dare Ask Game)

🌵 ⇢ share the link to a playlist you love

Okay so I won’t be linking to my playlists bc I don’t want to share my full name on a post for everybody to see and connect to my blog hehe but! I am quite fond of my playlists, so what I will do is share 5 songs from my recently most listened to playlists!

Travel Rhythms:

Cruisin’ by Smokey Robinson

On the Road Again by Canned Heat

Ship of Fools by The Doors (as I’ve probably mentioned too many times my recent travels was mainly on a sailing boat so I thought I was being quite funny with this one lol)

Me and Bobby McGee by Janis Joplin

California Soul by Marlena Shaw

Calm Playlist (overlaps by a Playlisr directly translated to ‘Calm and Yoga Without Sadness lol and Calm Travel Rhythms):

Kathy’s Song by Eva Cassidy

Myth by Beach House

Manhattan by Cat Power

Boxing Day Blues by Courtney Barnett

VCR by The XX

Dancing Playlist 🕺

Ain’t Nobody by Chaka Khan

Somebody Else’s Guy by Jocelyn Brown

Strong Enough by Cher

The Rhythm of the Night by Corona

You Make Me Feel (Mighty Real) by Sylvester

Relight My Fire by Dan Hartman

Psycho Killer by Talking Heads

It’s Raining Men by The Weather Girls

American Boy by Estelle

We Are Family by The Sister Sledge

What a Diff’rence a Day Makes by Esther Phillips

Family Affair by Mary J. Blige

.. Oops I kept going 🫣 I miss dancing, I have not done it enough in the last yeah so I got lost in my playlist heheh

Ahahahha that was not a correct answer to this question but those are all features in my playlists so if you added them all together I guess you’d have one playlist with very mixed moods lol

Also sorry to go overboard, I was the kid whose friends never let me be the one to control the music so when I get the chance to share from my playlists…

📚 ⇢ what's the last thing you wrote down in your notes app?

I’ve opened and moved my notes around today and I was up too late last night so I’m actually not sure which was the last so here are 3 options:

1) That @lemonlyman-dotcom’s fic Love Of My Life ..Pain In My Ass! Should go in the not yet established Hall Of Fame of TK Strand Shenanigan/TK being the greatest adventure of Carlos’ life - centered fics!

And 2) quotes from @strandnreyes’s new fic all is not lost as well as that Jen is the true master of Married Tarlos Fics Now Turned Canon

- both in preparation of forming coherent ways of drizzling them with the love I feel for them in the comments, which I struggle with due to a brain that is 90% air moving around sometimes when I try to concentrate

(For Jen and Lemon, even though I don’t have that much reach in the fandom, links and mentions are intended to function as fic and author recs and not ways to get your attention btw🫣🫣)

And 3) the sentence “I’m gonna come” from a fic I’m working on that was supposed to be crack but has turned into mostly filth, introspection, sexual headcanons and a smidge of angst 🙃🙃

🦋 ⇢ share something that has been on your heart and mind lately 

Soo many things!!

1) I need me a place to live in the city that I’m supposed to resume my studies in, in the fall - and I need to not live with my parents anymore, as I’ve been doing temporarily between travels to not have an empty studio to pay rent to, even though I love them.. I need my young-person independent life back!! I need alone time, to go out dancing, have my own structure, and to start dating again lol.

2) my friends are sailing their boat home from Florida and they need help and I want to so badly, but everything in my life is so unset so I can’t make a decision.. also I can’t find out if I’m too afraid to cross the Atlantic Ocean in a 51 foot sailing boat 🫣🌊 They’re departing on the 27th so I’m feeling the pressure of needing to make a decision.

3) Fandom has been a lot on my mind lately! Though fandom has been part of my life for many many years, I have been mostly lurking until some few years ago. But even then, I have switched from one fandom that sort of dwindled over to LS, and getting into that has been interrupted by Life and Studies and Travels. It means a lot to me to enter into fandom and make it part of my life and free time to actually spend time on that interest, and create and interact bc I really love it. But it being kind of new also means I haven’t found the right balance yet (it doesn’t help that I’m living at my parents’ and are not fully able to structure my own time or have quiet alone time other than late at night) and I’m still treading carefully and overthinking a bit about how to interact and what are the lingo and unspoken rules and how does the making friends and so on work bc I don’t have a lot of experience with internet relations. In real life I usually find people and over share with them and then they over share with me and then we know each other and how to be and you can read from tone or face if you’re stepping over some line or pushing some wrong button and you can talk about it without having to make it a big thing by basically sending an email with an ‘Am I being annoying’ hehehe🙃

I loove fandom, this one in particular ! - not only are you all so talented but I’ve fallen into this bubble of incredibly nice and funny and level-headed people and Tarlos + all the other characters and all the rep (nuanced queer characters arghhgr) and love (canon soulmates arggshg) and sexiness and silliness gives me so much joy so that’s mostly why it’s on my mind, but definitely the learning to navigate both within fandom and in relation to Life is a big part of it!

Thank you again Michelle lol if you even made it this far, SORRY I can not be short and concise, it has turned out to be impossible.:) happy whatever day it is where you are! (Here it just turned Wednesday)☺️🌼

[mothaus]

Kathy is no stranger to guns. Barry keeps basically an Armory on their land. As soon as she was old enough her Dad taught her gun safety. She knows how to shoot. She is apart of a women's gun club.

However guns in the house are typically always secured. There was one event that Kathy told Barry that they can only keep a small amount of weaponry in the main house. There is a barn retrofitted as Barry's armory.

[ragingstillness]

Sometimes I see Elliot Stabler and I go ugh look at this silly jock fool

And then sometimes I see Elliot Stabler and I have powerful feelings about his backstory, especially in the wake of OC season 4. Like goddamn the writing on the drama with Elliot’s family and his father and the brotherhood was so good I was shook.

Elliot’s father may have been a cheating scumbag but he stayed with Elliot’s mother and she stayed with him. That relationship, flawed as it was, powered Elliot’s perception of what a marriage was. It was something to stick to despite all issues and obvious reasons to separate. That plus his being pressured by his parents and the Catholic Church to marry Kathy has made clinging to something past the point you should have let go one of Elliot’s core values.

I am a firm believer in Elliot having idealized his father more as time has gone on. In the earlier seasons he was a bit more forthcoming with Olivia about his father being abusive but as time goes on he mentions it less and less, to the point where it comes as a shock to him to be reminded of it in OC season 4 at the dinner party. He’s built up this image of his father in his head to cling to and idealized his father’s life to avoid having to question his own decisions. Because if his father is fallible, he could be wrong, and Elliot, who has followed in his father’s footsteps all along, may also be wrong.

Elliot being a middle child was also a revelation but one that felt true to his character. Randall took their father’s abuse and saw it for what it was, Elliot took their father’s abuse and dealt with it by ignoring it, and Joe Jr. was too young to remember the abuse and dealt with it by becoming a bit of a loose canon and idolizing Elliot because he couldn’t understand Randall’s anger.

But these positions and reactions fucked all of them! Randall grew distant from his family, lived with the guilt and the lies, had to struggle through being emotionally intelligent on his own. Elliot deceived himself to protect himself and made mistakes that he couldn’t admit were mistakes. Joe chose to connect with the brother he was closest to but realized far too late that they weren’t the same people and floundered trying to live Elliot’s life.

Working with the brotherhood Elliot has to come to terms with the destruction of his image of his father and with it a lot of Elliot’s self-protective measures. We see this backlash in his horror at his violent reaction to Randall’s provocation and in his immediate rejection of Eli’s decision to join the police academy. Elliot isn’t sure of much of anything anymore. His foundation has always been work and family and now his idea of family is falling apart and he’s hated by his colleagues on a level he hadn’t been before and questioning if doing this work like his father did was even a good idea.

His father killing himself rather than dying is also a huge blow to Elliot. He admired his father for his strength and felt hard done by on his behalf when his father got suspended. But to know that not only did his father break the rules, in Elliot’s mind moving outside of being worthy of the job, his father was so dependent on the job and so uncaring of his family that he took his own life rather than try to change anything (Not a commentary on suicide as a concept, on these circumstances specifically).

No wonder Elliot’s so horrified by Eli not only joining the police academy but also getting his girlfriend pregnant. Admittedly, they are older than Elliot and Kathy are and seem to have a better foundation because of it, but in this state where Elliot is questioning everything and specifically worrying that he’s perpetuating his father’s cycle of mistakes, here comes Eli practically telling him hey if these were mistakes it’s too late for you to change, you’ve already passed on these decisions to your youngest son, your last child, the last one you can influence towards a better life than the last two generations of male Stabler children.

Elliot is without an anchor point now. He’s got difficulties in both his family and his job. His son seems out of his reach. This is a dangerous state for anyone to be in, especially a man with as much ptsd as Elliot clearly has. I’m riveted to see what happens next. Is Elliot going to continue down his father’s road and self-destruct further? Or is he going to recognize that it’s not too late to make changes in his life and to commit once more to not being the kind of man his father was? Is he going to see that this knowledge doesn’t have to weigh him down but has freed him?

[january-summers]

I just made myself giggle, and I’ve decided to share why and make it everyone’s problem >:3c

I kind of have this crack treated seriously AU that’s been floating in the back of my brain on an off for a while and it goes like this:

The alpha team from PFL (plus who ever makes it funnier) end up in a simulation of what we might consider a modern au, or at least a sitcom america suburbia version of a modern au.

How? Uhhhh, they were exploring possible forerunner ruins and Santa’s cousin never finished their system set up so their trials are, uhm, whatever I need them to be.

Anyway, in suburbia land Carolina and York are the newly wed couple who have just moved into the area (or cul de sac, we can put them on a dead end street) which is densely populated by the other Freelancers.

Wyoming and Florida live together.

(So do Washington and Maine because I still ship it damnit!)

They start to realise none of this is real and that they’re trapped but all attempts to forcibly wake others or escape end in escapades.

So on and so forth, and everyone gets to (is forced to by the simulation which makes them think this is real life) use their pre-PFL names.

Now, not all of them have names which we know, some we often fill in with head canons or borrowed headcanons, like I picked up Mattias for Maine from a fic and it stuck in my head, and I like Kathrine (Kathy) or Caroline for Carolina but then I realised I couldn’t remember if I knew if York had a name or not.

And this is why I was giggling:

My brain threw out the option “Newton York.”

How do they get out of there? Either my best adult ass man boy Wash is able to notice some stuff and find Santa’s cousin and ask them to knock it off. Or after a series of hilarious hijinks the street finally makes it to the big local festival which they have to save from disaster (normal sitcom disaster like vodka in the free punch, missing decorations/leading act, a stolen prize winning plant/animal) and the credits roll on their season finale because all they had to do was make it there without anyone dying which almost happened.

Santa’s cousin was just bored and wanted to play Suburbs & Sitcoms, the lamest of D&D variations.

… also I kind of need most of the Freelancers to take a ridiculously long time to realise that Maine’s “housemate” David, is Washington because he doesn’t take his helmet off very often and they were all convinced Wash is at least 7 years younger than he actually is.

[canonicallyobserving911]

Several Sentences Sunday

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Where CANON and FANON collide!

FANON Future Buddie Fanfic Series

First Child (Buck) & First Baby (Buck and Eddie)- Buck's first child and Buck and Eddie's first babies.

Buddie Fanfic

Part 15 - Chapter 7 will be posted soon. It's the final chapter in the fic and the series.

First Child (Buck) & First Baby (Buck and Eddie) - Currently 134.9K Words and 6 of 7 Chapters have been posted; Rated: Mature

Chapters will be posted one at a time.

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I'm excited to finish writing Chapter 7 because a lot happened in Chapter 6. After they received the news that Bill and Sandra passed away, Buck and Eddie had a meeting with the estate attorney and they learned everything about the assets Bill and Sandra left them. They watched two videos they recorded for them and even though the entire Buckley-Diaz family took it hard, Buck took it worst of all.

At the end of the previous chapter, several months had passed and Buck and Eddie were preparing for the birth of their daughters, Daniella and Danielle at the end of May or early June. There's a lot more to come in this final chapter of the fic and the series.

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Here's a snippet from Chapter 7 of Buck and Eddie while they're in the delivery room with their surrogate. Her water broke and she's in labor and even though she's been given an epidural, she's still in pain.

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It’s obvious from Diana’s yelling that she’s in excruciating pain and even though Buck and Eddie have seen babies being born before, neither of them has ever witnessed the birth of twins, therefore, it’s concerning.  Also, these are their babies and they want to make sure they’re ok especially since their surrogate was rushed to the hospital two days ago after she experienced Braxton Hicks labor pains.

“Diana, I need you to listen to me… you’re 10 centimeters dilated, the twins are coming and they’re ready to meet their dads.”

“I—I… Dr. Dorson, it hurts!  I think there’s something wrong!”

At that comment, Buck’s and Eddie’s eyes widen but neither of them interrupts the doctor.

Dr. Dorson looks at the nurse and in a low voice, she asks, “You all administered the epidural before I arrived, correct?”

“Yes!  We gave it to her after she asked for it about an hour ago.”

“How much did you give her?”

The nurse starts speaking but it’s so low they can’t hear her and she’s also wearing a mask which means Eddie can’t read her lips.  Therefore, he doesn’t know how much she said.

“Thank you.”  Dr. Dorson replies, then she looks at Diana and says, “We’ve already given you an increased dose of an epidural but now that you’re in labor and baby A’s head is visible, we can’t give you another dose.”

“DR. DORSON, PLEASE!!!”

“Diana, please listen to me.  I know it hurts but Nurse Kathy’s going to do the breathing exercises with you and they should help ease the pain.”

“I CAN’T!  I’VE BEEN TRYING... DR. DORSON… SOMETHING’S NOT RIGHT!”

Dr. Dorson’s seen this before with multiple births and she fully understands the pain Diana’s in since she’s given birth to her own set of twins but she also knows it’s too late to give her another epidural.

Eddie’s watching his husband, Dr. Dorson and Diana because Buck’s eyes are wide, Dr. Dorson’s trying to calm Diana and she’s screaming in pain.  During their legal surrogacy legal, they discussed the different types of birth and even though they agreed to natural, they included the other options as well just in case the doctor needs options.

He exhales and moves closer to Buck, if that’s even possible and they both keep their eyes on their surrogate and her OB/GYN.

Dr. Dorson makes a quick decision, then she looks at them and explains, “Buck and Eddie, we’re going to transport Diana to the operating room.”

Eddie nods in response because he fully understands what’s happening. “Thank you, Dr. Dorson.  We’ll follow you and your team.” After he refocuses his attention back onto his husband, he notices he’s still swaying back and forth like he’s going to faint, so he steps in front of him.  Once he’s directly in his line of sight, he puts one arm around his waist and pulls him close so Buck can’t see anything but him.

After their conversation this morning, he knows Buck’s worried and he has been for weeks.  He’s fully aware he’s scared something might happen to the babies and if he’s honest, he’s scared now too.

He can tell Buck’s not breathing and since they’re wearing masks and scrubs, he focuses all his attention on those ocean blue eyes he loves so much and in a low voice, he asks, “My love.  Can you hear me?”

After a second or maybe two, Buck slowly nods then his tears break free and they start rolling down his cheeks.  His mask gets wet but he’s so afraid that he doesn’t notice.  He whispers “Babe… I—I don’t understand.  What’s happening?”

Eddie cups his cheeks with both of his gloved hands and admits...

What's going to happen next as Buck and Eddie wait for their twin daughters to be born? 👀

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First Love Confession -Buck and Eddie share their first real and meaningful love confession.

First Date - Buck and Eddie go on their first date.

First Kiss - Buck and Eddie share their first kiss.

First Argument - Buck and Eddie have their first argument.

First Couples Therapy Session- Buck and Eddie go to their first couples therapy sessions.

First Time - Eddie and Buck make love for the first-time.

First Morning After - The night after Buck and Eddie make love for the first-time, they spend their first morning after together.

First Relationship Reveal - Buck and Eddie’s first relationship reveal.

First Mourning - Buck and Eddie experience their first mourning after a loss together.

First Marriage Proposal - Eddie and Buck’s first marriage proposal.

First Fiancé Introductions - Buck and Eddie’s first introductions as fiancés.

First Wedding Planning & Preparation - Buck and Eddie’s first planning and preparation for their wedding and honeymoon.

First Civil Marriage Ceremony - Buck and Eddie’s first civil marriage ceremony.

First Honeymoon - Buck and Eddie’s first honeymoon.

First Child (Buck) & First Baby (Buck and Eddie) - Eddie’s been a father for almost 14 years and Buck’s been a legal guardian to the same child for 4 years. However, after a court hearing, Buck will become a father to their first child and the title of legal guardian will be given to someone else. Also, one year and three months later, Buck and Eddie will welcome their first baby into the world.

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Their Firsts, At Last - 200K Words; Currently 14 completed works and 1 in progress: A multi-part fanfic series about the romantic “firsts” Buck and Eddie share as they journey through life in an established relationship and their lives as a couple will include some of Buck’s individual “firsts” too. It’s filled with the FANON love, romance, fluff and domesticity their relationship should have been allowed to experience in CANON. The second part of the series title was adapted from the song “At Last” by Etta James.

This series of FANON future speculation fanfics is being written on a continuous timeline that begins with the start of season 7 (if it were to start in September 2023). Each part ends at a specific point in Buck and Eddie’s relationship so the next part can begin with the ending of the previous part. Therefore, parts 1-14 should be read prior to reading part 15 and the series will continue in that manner until it’s complete.

Parts 1 - 15 are available on AO3

Part 15 has 7 chapters but they will be posted one at a time. Currently, Chapter 1 - 6 are available on AO3.

Chapter 7 is the final chapter in the fic and the series and it will be posted soon.