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quazart · 9 months
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He's so proud!🤩😆
Maybe a little too proud😅
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The White Dove Pt 17 - Drivers Ed & Enrollment
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Three days was all the companies deliberated before mid sift on the new Blackhowl duo the news broke that they had withdrawn their lawsuit in hopes of coming to a new set of standards on how to run their companies from now on. No money was being handed over as you weren’t handing over anything in return. Just a statement that you had control of their repaired lands and would not return them for any price or demand. Being back in town was nice, aside from the Osborns being able to descend again in tries to take over what free time you did have between shifts back at the candle and book shop.
In celebration of the completion of two more Blackhowls you found yourself back at the hair salon to get a trim of your now rib length curls you hoped to keep long at least for a little while as you’d gotten accustomed to it. Enrollment would soon be upon you again and for the time being you simply did what you could to get ready for school.
A bit backwards with Eddie’s insurance plan listing you as an approved driver the next couple weeks would have your mornings filled with motorcycle driving lessons before the school given car lessons. Amongst the other older, taller male students atop Eddie’s bike you followed the tips of the instructors on your first maneuver they wanted to teach you. Manuals had been handed out and apart from written tests and quizzes mostly this class was physical demonstrations you had to copy and perfect.
Amusing for the instructors on the first time you mastered what they wished to teach your class and to the ire of the older men your petite self could drive circles around them. Inside the small classroom the second week in, backgrounds were shared in talks on their other rides had mention of trucks and long hauls they had taken part of with this as a fun second mode of transport they aspired to have. An expecting glance your way had one guy ask you, “Well, what type of car did your parents get you?”
In a shake of your head you answered, “Been just me since I was six,” instantly changing the air in the room with now all eyes on you, “I’m legally emancipated. But my neighbor sort of adopted me as a sister, he’s the one who loaned me his bike. Car driver’s ed is offered at my school, but he has a bike so till I can get a car he said if I need to use his bike I can.”
Questions on more into your life had the group try to respectfully build something close to connections to reach out to if you needed that would last until the final exam and receipt of the completion certificate that Eddie beamed brighter then you had in the wait at the DMV to get you your license. Near to an hour you waited and with proof of your emancipation and forms of identification once the certification was validated you finally left with a laminated card with your picture on it saying that you could drive a motorcycle. A film and dinner was up to celebrate for the evening in after mornings of the latest results of recovery from Central and South America to being near to on their own feet again thanks to the help.
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 “Pluto!” voices exclaimed from your friends who were hanging out outside of the school, having agreed to meet up at the enrollment since they had been called away for their own summer plans.
“There you are!” was echoed by your former Russian teacher and Max, the latter who was pleased to have you in one of his classes again this year. Both who shared their favorite parts of what they had seen of your travels online and asked a few questions on the friends you had made until they had to get back to speaking with other students and families and would get back to you when the semester began.
Dean Morita with a grin found your side when you took a seat in the cafeteria to focus solely on your class selection list and the information form to sign up for the drivers ed course. “Difficulty in selecting your courses?”
Beside you he settled down and you showed him the list you had. “I have them down I think. One after lunch and then I got a basic list of classes in Columbia that I can squeeze in then come back for Color Guard and then I have the driving class on Saturdays.”
“Well these certainly look to be equally accommodating and challenging for you. When do you have enrollment for Columbia?”
“Tomorrow morning. Dr Connors and Dr Octavius sent a joint email to talk when I get there to work some more Science classes on top of the basics, which a good deal of them can be done over the summer anyways.”
“Good, and you have secured insurance for the license course?”
“Yes, my brother has me on his account and helped me to get my motorcycle license so I can borrow his bike if need be,” you said widening a grin across his lips.
“Congratulations.”
“Thank you, don’t know when I could afford a car but crossing a bike and car course off the list. Good part of our exploring had him on the bike to get the small pathways the jeep couldn’t fit on for some good shots.”
“And you certainly traveled a great deal. I know a great deal of students and teachers will be asking how the rest of the Americas looked post blip.”
“Wasn’t that rough beyond the really drug torn cities where people kept trying to hoard the supplies. Hopefully later on when they’re open again we can get back to take some more hiking trails in.”
“Certainly exploring suits you. You seem happier.”
After a giggle you said, “My therapist said it helped too. Get back to some exploration roots. I think I’m the first of my bloodline to get to the lower Americas. Should be nice to fuel me up before I see how this semester goes.”
“You will do just fine,” he said and helped you to finish the paperwork to hand in and let you get to your shift at the book shop.
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“Brock!” Jonah Jameson called out across the floor of the Daily Bugle luring Eddie inside his office.
“Yup?” He asked curiously between bites on the doughnut he had gone to fetch from the coffee station.
“We got a tip Misique is drunk and damaging a storefront down in Chinatown spouting off some wanna be French rant. You want it or you want me to set Piper on it?”
Eddie finished chewing his bite of the doughnut and said, “Not Misique, her metabolism is too fast to get drunk.”
Robbie Robertson asked, “You know that for a fact?”
Eddie nodded, “Why she always stops with the food vendors. Gets hungry.”
“Piper!” Jameson called the teen who had been after a story since his hiring and said to Eddie, “Good on you, Brock. Had nine copycats while you were out of country. Didn’t think the fake accent would give her away.”
Eddie said as he went back to his desk, “Besides, she speaks 35 languages, wouldn’t need to fake French.”
“Piper!” Jameson shouted again only to look over the ruffled teen who had climbed under a desk and over a mail cart to get into the room fast, “Get down to Chinatown and find out who is impersonating Misique this time. We can add them to our wall of fakes.” He said stealing a glance at the new posted series of pictures of people captured by police posing as both Vigilantes and Heroes alike over the past few years.
Eddie at his desk however took a moment to steal a look at the bracelet you had woven for him on the trip he had been spending a good deal of time looking at between tasks. For so long now he hadn’t been more than a door or arm’s length away since the blip and now he had to get used to the fact his baby sister again was off for most of the day on her own. He knew where you were and even if he had imagined you might be caught up in something enough to make the police scanners then you would have called him for help on an escape plan.
Compliments in passing were still being given to him by those he worked with after his masterful story on the trip always bringing his focus back to the picture of you and him atop a cliff at sunrise. Both of you arguably looked like you fell out of a series of trees to land there but he still loved the moment as you were so happy seeing the plants re-grown to the sound of new animals settling into their new home. Shaking off his thoughts he got back to his story that would distract him until he could go and pick you up from your dance class you were starting back up tonight as it picked up post break for the instructor’s own vacation.
Not even a year yet you’d been in his life and now he had no idea how he could function if you weren’t a part of it. Venom’s bond was partly to blame for the level it had been taken to yet all the same he never wanted to consider what could possibly split his life to shreds in forcing distance between him and his baby sister. He supposed much like you had, himself and Venom had felt so terribly alone for such a long time now that family was found neither cared to consider life without it.
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“Baby sister, off to college,” Eddie said making you giggle in removing the helmet you had on. To the back rest you strapped the helmet and reached up to ruffle your hair that had laid awkwardly and sprung back into your face in removing the obstruction to their free will.
“Funny,” you said, “Still on year three to my school degree. Have to finish that I think to be off anywhere.” You said as he adjusted his leather jacket that was bunched up under an arm fully ignoring the stares of a few curious young ladies who pulled up in colorful convertibles coordinated as their bright outfits were. Clearly inseparable since they were kids by how they mirrored one another to pretend a familial link, very much unlike the similarly dressed group of upper crust guys who arrived in a larger vehicle perfectly ignorant of how identical they imagined themselves to not be in their own faux unique personalities.
Upper crust down to those also on scholarships to attend at this Ivy League schools bodies seemed to just drop in surrounding the pair of you on the way to the first set of desks you would all have to check in at. Parents mingled into the mix only prolonging for a few of them the process for their children they did not want to release custody of just yet.
All the same a sorority sweater clad young woman looked you over curious about your open cardigan over a layered floral sleeveless blouse that hung loosely around your waist from the ribbon cinching the under layer beneath the bust. Both in more expensive materials to match your faux fox fur purse unlike your pale jeans that hung around the tops of your newest pair of second hand pink platform heels you wanted to break in prior to your shift at the candle shop later today. “Pluto Pear.” You stated to break the silence.
“Like, the fruit?” she asked then dropped her eyes to the accordion file folder on her lap she brought out a booklet and large envelope and aimed you inside to your next stop following a series of halls. “Just follow the signs if you get lost.” She said and Eddie behind you moved out of line to keep up with you stirring curious glances your way to try and see how the two of you were related.
Forms in line through the makeshift office were handed over to the conveyer belt that ended with you being photographed for a trio of ID cards that while still warm you kept hold of them to follow the signs to the next office. “Alright, I have your schedule and introduction notes,” with a grin you accepted those papers and the small cellophane bag that inside had a whistle and a tube of pepper spray. “There is also a pamphlet on safety procedures and location of security alarm points which will be lit up at sunset.” Up at her over the desk you locked eyes as she looked down at her papers, “I don’t see a dorm packet. If you haven’t signed up for on campus living I will warn you that it takes months prior to the semester for rooms to be assigned and there is a waiting list for those to get one as they become open.”
“I have an apartment,” you said, “Closer to my jobs.”
And a grin quirked across her lips, “Congratulations, so hard to find a place nearby to campus.”
You flinched out a grin and followed her tip to move onwards and out in the hall you muttered to Eddie, “Welcome to Uni, prepare for assault.” Into your purse you put the bag as he let out a huff.
“You won’t need that. I’ll eat them.” Eddie murmured back to you.
“Either way the new app will help,” you said alluding to an app you had created where people could warn what police wouldn’t find chargeable against people who were using or abusing them all throughout the country that would just input information and not post it publicly for the safety of the victim but show a picture of the person. Labeled as user or abuser with varied levels of aggression, mental manipulation or sexual exploitation to warn others including emails or aliases used that would search for social media use or companies and flag the person to be blocked.
The latest way to help people who were afraid to go for help that had a different kind of wave taking the power away from those who imagined themselves untouchable. And those with links to child rings or trafficking instantly were flagged to have the FBI bust for the past week all across the country collecting the people who had been involved. Financial scams were what you had been on the month prior to this through your bees who had taken out the scammers and blacked out their accounts on social media flagging their IP addresses for future scams. And for those who issue threats of any kind online would be flagged to be sat down by FBI agents as well for extra defenses for the online world to take away the power some people felt when hiding behind a screen. Already people had been writing to the po box listed on your youtube account if people felt safer contacting you through snail mail instead and this was just another try to help as most online programs preferred their statistics to actual prevention of enabling predators.
“Hmm,” a man dressed more for sailing on a yacht in front of you in the next line for a list of books you required that for the scholarship kids where the selection for your classes were already gathered. While any other choice of books to be also useful for your courses were possible to be purchased at the book shop. To Eddie he said, “Biker chic. I suppose some take to different tastes.” The man’s eyes traveled over you and he said, “Attended here myself back in ’73. Best place to keep your girl busy until you get her off her feet.”
Up at him you looked in his cocky grin in a stroll farther down the line to greet another familiar face making you look at Eddie and ask, “Was that alluding to a pregnancy or am I missing some social reference over my head?”
He smirked as the man in front of you softly cleared his throat to not chortle at what you said, answering, “Apparently he’s assuming this is some husband farm for you.”
“Ah,” you said, “Man it’d be nice if housing prices matched his pre-gender equality law mindset.”
“Well if we ever do create time machines I’ll go back with a chunk of gold and plop down a bundle for a Hamptons mansion for us and a crew to keep it up till we can move in. Create some of the best ghost stories till we get there to move into the supposed abandoned mansion.”
“Can’t have an abandoned mansion without a good crime story, don’t forget to bury a gelatin mold crawl space to add some fun,” you chimed in making the man in front of you look up at the ceiling to not laugh while his son chortled in the building elaborate plan to enhance the haunted rumor to this figurative mansion.
The plotting however had to pause when you reached the front of the line. “Bag ready,” Eddie said with a smirk opening the small gym bag he had folded and tucked under an arm to hold the hefty helping of books your scholarship covered on the core books for each course you had. Promptly to the open palm demanding it you handed over the form required to claim the books to the team in charge and once fetched the stack of books assigned were added to the bag and you were gestured to move onwards by the bored young man in charge. Over his shoulder Eddie settled the bag holding your core text books and off to the book shop you walked looking over the extra books related to your courses. A line outside gave you time with a pen from your bag to mark off the ones you could find online through the library or those you could find in secondhand shops just leaving seven more books to hunt for.
“This is $104,” you said lifting a book the size of a children’s book in thickness that had Eddie take hold of it to weigh on his fingertips and flip through then pass back.
Leaning in to whisper, “Scan it,” making you smirk at his turn to form a body wall to cover the ignite of the eyes of the bee hidden in your hair to record every page you flipped through cover to cover before setting it down signaling him to move on with you. On to the next slightly cheaper but five times thicker book Eddie grinned faking a near drop to the ground in lifting it making you and other young ladies who were across a table of books aiming to get his attention giggle at his playful mood. Solely on you he focused and helped you to gather the ones you felt you needed that he paid for from surplus funds lifted from the Hydra safes.
Free from the required steps you simply looked around a courtyard they let out at still chatting with Eddie in the breath of peace until your name had been called. “Dr Connors,” you said with a grin to the Professor who with Dr Octavius lagging behind him noting something in a notebook he shut arriving in front of you to greet you as well. “Dr Octavius.”
“Here you are, you have all your enrollment completed?”
“Yes,” you said and glanced at Eddie, “My brother, Eddie.” You said making them shake his hand after they had shaken yours.
Octavius said, “Yes, we followed your trip abroad, very poignant article, couldn’t put it down. Certainly Pluto here has had an influence on your writing to aim it towards the essence of nature.”
Connors said, “Yes, we in fact have been enthralled with your interactions with insects especially. Oscorp has decided to fund a stem of research into the genetic manipulation of spiders we are going to be carrying out here on campus.”
Octavius said, “Not me,” with a chuckle, “Still aiming for a new power resource actually.”
“I take it one to ruffle Stark’s feathers a fight against his arc reactor.”
He chuckled saying, “I fully intend it to be a power source to fuel the entire state. Not just for some tower or super suit, no. It truly touched me the effects Misique’s pathway to granting freedom for the masses. And while it may not be possible to give energy away for free I do intend to keep it as close to zero as possible.”
“Very admirable,” you and Eddie said widening his grin.
Connors said, “Are you settling into a dorm today?”
“No, I have my own place in Queens. Curfew’s wouldn’t really be good for my work schedule even if my scholarship would have paid for one.”
“Where do you work?” Octavius asked.
“Book shop and a candle shop, the second’s not far from here. I do work in a market in Queens in the summer and clean up in a theater too for spare funds.”
“Books and candles, sounds like a perfect balance,” he said making you chuckle as he and Connors did. “I hope they pay well.”
“Candle shop does, plus commission, but I get discounts on books.”
“So it evens out,” Connors said, “I know some of the books here are beyond reasonable to an extent.”
You nodded showing him the page, “I got three here, the rest I found in second hand shops or online for free outside the basic books.”
Eddie said, “Good thing they have her email they’re holding the list for us.”
“Then we will let you go pick up your wares,” Octavius said with a wide smile making you chuckle. “I do hope you do not overwhelm yourself.”
“I’m starting on the basics now, a few upper level classes, so I don’t have your classes yet.”
“Take your time,” Connors said with a kind grin making you grin back. “We will be here when you are graduated and have your basics completed.”
Octavius said, “And do not forget to sleep. I had to retake three classes my first year when I overworked myself and kept falling asleep in class.”
“I will do my best,” you said and in parting with them Eddie grinned. Guiding you back to his bike to head to the stores holding the books you had wanted all the way in Brooklyn for a sort of second hand emporium of books and another in the lower end of Queens who always loved your drop ins for rarer book choices.
“Come on, more shopping,” he said offering you the bag of books after you added your helmet again to keep on your lap for the ride from Manhattan to Brooklyn. His excitement was prolonged with this next stop with mental images for him of your bees at home printing off copies of the books you had found online that with the ones purchased and to be purchased would be delved through entirely and packed with notes to be memorized as good as possible to be prepared. Hard work was to come with travel time to be filled with as much studying as possible until you had absorbed it all around time you had actually scheduled to get some sleep between shifts and various classes on two campuses.
Near to fifty pounds of books by the time Eddie had paid for the second hand books from both shops were dropped off in your apartment so that you could grab your uniform for Eddie to drop you off at the candle shop when traffic and other distracting customers in the book shop had stolen the decided lunch stop. Celebration was moved to a late dinner when he would pick you up again after your shift.
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Close to a fan dance and play of motions you played a role behind a glass and white wooden station that seemed to be floating as the lights built into it disguised the legs that held a series of cases full of vials of different oils and cups of scent swatches. A self raised lofty woman wanting her usual helper had settled for you and with a smirk had found a new intriguing sort of plaything to keep her occupied. Foreign and mysterious, with gentle taps of your nails to the counter and different vials that to your notice had influence over this woman’s pulse and breathing drips of oils were added to swatches and wafted between you in a task to select a candle and soap scent pleasing to her.
Rarely the manager had let you behind this counter and unlike other girls on staff before the proof was there that you earned your commission without a single customer able to turn away. Cleverly somehow always each customer no matter their level of interest you chose to interact with left with something, even if it wasn’t exactly the something they had come in intending to buy. Random visits from people assuming this was just a candle or soap shop avoided by other girls who worked here were approached by you and seemed to leave with a different take on the place.
For some a sort of mind control might be assumed, for you those years of mental manipulation training to be an ultimate spy assassin were now coming into play as you played a role for each and every customer who you walked up to or approached you.
The plan was as soon as it was legal for you to play poker you would to try and build up funds and until then you would practice bluffing and a poker face on these people until you could. The book shop didn’t even pay $8 an hour, and while you made $20 here the commission part had you devoted to selling a sort of ambiance to the shop even if to you it was just a place to get apple and honey scented soap and soaking salts for your feet. It was a lie, and you were trained to be the best liar in the room. Not ideal but it was a survival skill that would be made of use in this harsh town until the next nine years had passed and the funds trapped in trust from your parents and the Blackhowls was available to cement your future all the more. You had to lie just enough to earn funds to cover both your lifestyles and tuck a bit away on the side for the chaos you knew was always coming.
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“We got a buffet,” Venom said with a smile matching Eddie’s when you got to their place after your shift to find his counters and table coated in various types of takeout around a tray of tater tots he eased into the oven to have chili cheese tots as well. He twisted the head of his rhino kitchen timer and Eddie said, “Couldn’t decide which would be the best to mark the occasion, so we got a bunch of food.”
As you giggled Eddie added, “Was a bit of a standoff with the deliverymen outside but we handled it as smoothly as possible by lying about picky in-laws.”
“You’re gonna burn through all your money,” you said and he raised a finger.
“No, no I am not, we’re gonna eat it all,” he joked making you roll your eyes and turn to fetch a drink as he went to put on a film to enjoy while you ate.
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‘And remember kids, it’s not just your duty to follow the laws of the land, but rules of the road as well.’ Steve Rogers in his Captain uniform widened his cocky grin in a confident swivel of his head in a thumb on his raised fist tapping the star in the middle of his chest, ‘I know I do.’
Ricky beside you leaned into your side whispering lowly as the instructor on your first driving class rubbed a hand over his face, “You know they just got off steam engines in the 30’s right?”
“I don’t think he could afford a car before he hit the ice,” you whispered back making Ricky bite his lip to not laugh out loud and sit up again when the instructor sighed and readied the next clip. This lesson wasn’t inside the school but inside a side building attached to a garage that had four vehicles and in groups you split up. No one wanted to drive the car you had been assigned to, while the newest one from an alumni a convertible in emerald green with tan leather interior, it was a stick shift that you walked to without a care. Ricky at your side, who had been given lessons on trips for racing with his dad that he did for a living alongside another racing enthusiast kid, he hoped to get at his brother for driving this rare car even if it had been adapted to have two wheels and spare pedals.
“Have you driven stick before?” the instructor asked and seemed a bit stunned to have a trio of nods and assigned from tallest to shortest that had you and Ricky in the backseat to wait your turn. Volunteer cops and firemen were there around this empty lot painted with colored lines for varied driving skills to help guide the cars safely in turns with handheld traffic signs to mark control of traffic flow at each intersection.
A bit jostled in the first kid’s initial minute of adjusting to the pedal weight and the first lap went smoothly after mirrors and belt had been checked upon the checklist before being green lit to begin. Though a screech and a slam on breaks in the truck headed for the other side of the lot had you all near to snorting in hushed tries to not burst into raucous laughter as that truck soon erupted into a shouting match between the students who caused the cheerleader behind the wheel to have reacted that way. One of the volunteer cops had to go and knock on the window to halt the fight that eventually would erupt again and have the students noted to not be allowed to drive together ever again throughout the rest of the class.
Compared to the other groups yours seemed to be miles ahead with a few minor exceptions of road rules, especially for yourself at the varied laws from Russia where you learned to here. “You can turn right now,” the Instructor said and you glanced his way having stopped at the signed red light.
“Oh,” you said making him smirk.
“It’s alright, unless there is a sign specifying no right on red you can take that maneuver. Where’d you learn to drive?”
“Russia, the man in the couple I was sent to live with taught me to drive and to fly. Had my pilot’s license since I was eleven.” You said making his brows shoot up, “No right on red in Russia.” You said flatly and followed the rotating sign warnings to take your turn after a conversation filled van passed by.
After class forms were signed on progress reports from the instructors who would keep them and on a night when you were uncommonly off work for a Saturday you accepted the offer from Greg and the twins to stay at their house with your friends for the first approved sleepover since their dads had revamped their theater and game room. Just in time to show off their own efforts, relentless tries to get you to be able to stay over had been agreed to as long as three female cousins were enforced to come over too so there would be familial unknowing guardians within the group of guys.
Along the wall of the classroom you lifted your bag that had a change of clothes and a sleeping bag that Venom and Eddie had found for a possible sleepover that didn’t pan out the last semester. And to a large van Ricky led the way to your friends who had been picked up for the ride to Greg and the twins’ house.
Three stories and brick wrapped as near to a castle as you could call a house built on two side by side lots joined into one house for twin brother architects who didn’t want to live apart had built a wonderfully more cheerful home than the modern styled home Ricky had. Full of secret doors and even an indoor heated pool to the game room you went and looked as the other kids did to Greg’s dad who said, “Supper is almost done and we will have you all bunking down in here, we have some spare sleeping bags if you need them.”
“You remembered a sleeping bag?” one of the twins asked and you pulled out of your bag a stunning sight, what looked to be a rolled up bear pelt that had jaws drop and you giggle.
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“It’s a sleeping bag,” you said. Reaching into the jaws to separate them revealing the pink plushy velvet lining that had the guys amused until a distant call for pizza was given luring a near stampede of teens down to the table where Greg’s uncle helped you up into one of the taller chairs you feared might tip over at their awkward construction. Onto plates slices were dished out as questions of the first week of school were answered, leading to you being asked, “Pluto, we heard you go to Columbia too?”
“Yes, I have a few classes a day.” You answered lifting one of your offered slices while one of the mothers helped to serve some of the pasta and wings and breadsticks while her sister in law helped to fix up some salad to go with the more savory options.
“And you live alone?” was asked to a hushed utterance from the twins to make them stop what could only grow into an interrogation.
“Yes, my adopted brother lives in the building behind me.” You said taking a brief bite of your slice.
“Why doesn’t he live with you?” the other dad asked gaining another hushed utterance to stop he shook off.
After you chewed and swallowed your bite you answered, “Well we met a couple months after I moved here. He’s the one who got me into therapy and helped me to get my motorcycle license so I can borrow his bike if he can’t drive it for the day.”
“You go to therapy?” the other dad asked and you nodded.
“Every other Sunday, I have trust issues,” you said and forced a grin and went to take another bite.
“And, Greg has said your parents are missing?” one of the moms asked in her return making Greg and the twins tilt their heads back in joint huffs as eyes turned to you as you swallowed your mouthful.
“Yes, I was six, and there was a fire, I was taken to Russia and my parents have been declared missing since. Technically I was too but then I got citizenship here and the Ambassador came to my apartment to handle some legal documents and to let me know that in a few years I can legally, um, not proclaim, declare, my parents as deceased.” You said as they simply stared at you. “So as soon as I get my license hopefully on my birthday I can be one step closer to full independence for whatever I run into. Try to graduate on time and get my degree the year after to move onto graduate courses to hopefully have those degrees before the trusts I’ve gotten off the Blackhowl jobs start paying in nine years.”
“And, you have trust issues?” one of the moms blurted out in shock flatly wondering how that was all you suffered from.
“I wasn’t safe in Russia. It is mostly with food and building relationships type of trust. My brother has done a good deal with the therapist helping to enforce trust and boundaries as far as what type of behavior I will allow others to display towards me to not continue any abusive habits to repeat in my future.” Before they asked you explained, “I wasn’t allowed to speak or move without explicit permission.”
“This brother treated you well?” one of the dads asked protectively before he could be stopped.
And with a giggle you said, “Yes, not like he’s some raging cannibal eating people around town.”
A few of your friends chuckled and the other dad asked, “And, you met when you moved into your building?”
“No, actually, I um, I got roughed up in the park last holiday break,” you said dropping jaws on the parents around the table, “Eddie was there, technically it was a trap for Venom and Misique I got caught up in. And he took care of me, we talked and he set up the meeting with the therapist and kept getting closer since then. We actually went to the same laundromat so we’d been around one another a bunch, talked a few times in passing. Bound to happen, just was a bit rough from the get go. I have a habit of finding traps, part of why he wanted to take me along last summer so I wouldn’t be alone.”
One of the dads shook his head, “You got roughed up?!”
And the other butted in, “Tell me they were arrested!”
“Technically Venom ate them,” you said taking another bite of your pizza leaving a silence over the table that had Ricky jump in to change the subject to anything else all your friends jumped on seeing the parents now had shifting views on how they had imagined you to be on what little they knew about you second hand.
Movies after dinner and games lasted until the first teen started to yawn then to a film the dads wanted to watch all the sleeping bags were laid out with yours arguably the most amusing to see you lay back and zip up inside an upside down bear pelt. Your head resting atop the built in pillow inside the back of the bear head for a surprisingly easy drop to sleep reminding you of your first days in your place sleeping on the floor.
The shared bathroom in the morning however found you simply waiting on top of your bear so on top of living alone nobody else had the chance to see the brands under your tongue when you brushed your teeth. Breakfast didn’t take long and fully dressed back in the van you were all led as they were going to drop you all off on their way to church. And after a trip upstairs into your place a second breakfast was fixed up when your things were put away to fill the time until your shift at the book shop.
Pt 18
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Fictober23 Prompt: 26 - "Honestly, why would I care?"
Fandom: DPxDC
Rating: G
Warnings: -
A/N: A quick short one, inspired by a TikTok video I saw. Also as always... I am impatient in posting it.
"You're not my dad, yet."
"Get out of the spaceship. I am your dad, Phantom."
"You're not my dad."
"I am your Dad. The papers are already submitted! Get out of the spaceship."
"I am in a spaceship and you're not."
"I will literally drag you out of the damned space ship."
"No! I'm literally in a spaceship, you're not. You are not my dad."
"Literally get out of the spaceship. It's rude to others!"
"Tell me it's rude, I don't give a fuck!"
The bat kids exchanged amused glances. Red Robin and Spoiler had their phones out filming the entire situation. Red Hood was already downed, laughing to the point that his gut started hurting. Nightwing tried to be polite and not laugh but his shoulders were shaking. It was only a matter of time before he would break two. Black Bat was also shaking in silent laughter while Signal watched on, torn between horror, amusement and worry. Robin had his arms crossed watching stoically but for some reasons was sporting a proud smirk.
"Shouldn't you kids try to help Batman?" Superman next to them carefully asked his eyes going back and forth between Batman's kids and the ongoing situation before them.
"And ruin Phantom's mood? Do you have any idea how hard it was to even make him leave the lab? This is the first time in days that I am seeing him smile. Do not ruin his good mood." Robin countered, giving the hero a quick glare before eyes turning back to his father and phantom still arguing.
"Besides, this is the first time we get to see B arguing with a little kid like this. None of us managed to drive him to that point yet." Nightwing added grinning.
"How long has it been since B had submitted the adoption papers?" Red Robin asked, looking at them over his shoulder, his handy camera focused on the phantom who now had started to stick his tongue out and blow raspberries at Batman as an argument point.
"Two days." Signal answered easily, finally deciding to be just amused with the situation.
"Phantom! Get out now!"
"Over my already dead body!"
"And how long since B had actually slept?" Spoiler questioned next in between giggles.
"He's been working on Phantom's case without sleep for four days now." Nightwing grinned. "I will add Phantom claiming a spaceship to the methods on how to get B of the Batcomputer."
"Will you at least do something? You're the one that usually mainly uses it!" Superman turned towards Martian Manhunter only for the other hero to shrug.
"Honestly, why would I care? As Robin said, Phantom appears to enjoy his time quite a lot. And considering what he had gone through, who would I be to ruin it for such a young hero?"
"Phantom!"
"NO!"
"We gotta send this to Agent A later!" Jason gasped between his laughter. Nightwing's phone pinged with a message from Oracle and the eldest Bat kid showed it to the others with a bright grin.
"Already done. O is giving him a live feat of this on the Batcomputer."
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turtleblogatlast · 9 days
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I love Raph and haven’t said that enough so to be more specific I love that Raph is a soft boy who loves bear plushies, a gross boy who eats an assortment of things that are definitely better left alone, a smart boy who is more than capable of taking down villains through planning and fortitude alike, a strong boy who is dedicated to training his muscles and fighting prowess, a teenage boy who loves his brothers but is more than happy to tease and roughhouse with them, an angry boy who sometimes lets his anger take a hold of him to cover the fear, a gentle boy who is generous with hugs and affirmations to those he loves, a capable boy who takes on more than should ever be expected of a teenager, a good boy who just wants to be a hero and slowly comes to realize the cost of that duty, a good boy who has no reservations about putting himself in the way of harm coming to his family, a good boy who’s a great brother and son and person and deserves only the best the world has to offer.
#rottmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rottmnt raph#rise raph#he’s so wonderful frfr#my poor boy is traumatized but still so proud of what they accomplished because they’re HEROES#what started as something fun - Saturday morning cartoon-like heroes vs villains esque - soon becomes his calling#and he loses himself a little along the way#because the world is TERRIFYING now#if they don’t do something about the bad things in the world then worse things will come#and Raph CARES too much to let it happen#even at the expense of his own happiness and youth#and he luckily reigns back that fear - knowing his family is there to keep an eye out with him#and he finally lets himself be a kid again#he’s very well rounded and his flaws are so good because (like the others) they are ALSO his strengths#I like how it’s softly implied that bears are his fav animal too bc that’s cute af#headcanon that he likes them so much because a stuffed bear was the first toy splinter managed to get Raph#but yeah one of my favorite things about tmnt is that the characters are well rounded and rottmnt exemplifies that immensely#with raph being no exception!!#amazing big brother and character#there’s a REASON in my tmnt main character tierlist he’s S tier!!!!#hot take but in terms of who should be leader I think it should be less who’s the better leader-#-and more who’s the better leader FOR THIS SPECIFIC MISSION#bc all four can be great leaders fight me on that#APRIL can as well 100%#doesn’t need a designated leader for them to succeed#they just need ~communication~#one of my favorite things tying Raph and Leo together is that they both *hide*#I’ve talked about Leo’s many masks a lot but Raph has one too#and it’s the mask of a hero - the mask of the protector
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neztchi · 4 months
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Happy birthday Wakasa 🎉💕
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otaku553 · 6 months
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New blorbo obtained
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snoriangray · 9 days
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i recently read the highlanders novelisation and I liked the part where Jamie asks the Doctor when he's going to perform bloodletting on the injured Laird. because that's what makes sense to him!
cut to me googling when bloodletting fell out of practice to see if Victoria would also be a fan. turns out yes (end of the 19th century)
sometimes you have to have a silly idea and see it through to completion. plus I love love LOVE when the Doctor's companions gang up on him, and I wanted to draw J + V in their matching tartan because it was just too cute
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rockabye-billy · 11 months
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Harringrove and Max meet “Addams Family Values” bacause frankly - that’s the dynamic they deserved.
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daily-hanamura · 7 months
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lifeofclonewars · 3 months
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okay wait no. small pause on the Kix feels as I think about how Rex is more by the books than Cody (and lightens up at least a bit on that throughout the war) and how he tells the Domino Twins "reminds me of me, actually" in his lil promoting them to ARC speech and just. how much he latched onto Domino in the first place
this man saw Echo and his by the books-ness and Fives encouraging him to lighten up on certain bits of it and went "oh, they're just like me and Cody" and got attached and indeed continued to see the parallels throughout the war
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likubears · 7 months
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Doodle of a HC where Happy loves telling Nasha stories of his heroism! 🥹💙
⚠️ REBLOGS ARE VERY MUCH APPRECIATED BUT PLEASE DO NOT REPOST MY ARTWORK ANYWHERE ELSE.
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tornado1992 · 25 days
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Sage Robotnik obsesses over Tails and every time Sonic gets in any Eggman base she keeps asking him random questions like “what’s Tails favorite color” “what’s Tails favorite song” and after some time Sonic notices that those aren’t strategy study driven questions but personal interest questions.
Sage Robotnik apparently likes his brother.
And he’s so fucking proud because his little bro got his villain/rival pulling rizz and hell it’s gonna get him in trouble but the little guy takes after him.
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dirtytransmasc · 1 month
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Spider and Tuk being the bestest siblings ever and spider being the mvp big brother we all know he is hc's (modern + adopted spi au addition):
Before he could drive he would wait at Tuk's bus stop to get her off the bus. He insisted on doing it to "ease the workload on his parents" (since with Jake and Neytiri's work schedule, Tuk would have to go to an afterschool program and someone would have to pick her up) which it does, but it was really cause he liked to have the quality time with Tuk.
On their walk home he would ask her about school. He asks about what she did, if she brought anything home she wanted to show him (normally stuff from art class), if she did anything special or fun, that sort of stuff. He also stays up to date on her school gossip and makes sure no one's bothering his baby sis.
They hold hands the whole walk home, and more often than not he ends up carrying her or her bag for her.
Once he gets his license he picks her up from school and fills the 45 minute-ish time she would have normally spent on the bus and walking home at the park or getting ice cream or something else of the like.
When they get home he makes sure to look at anything she brought home. All the cool stuff first; art, school work she's proud of, a pretty pebble, or the occasional half wilted flower from the recess field. He makes sure to give all the praise and compliments possible, especially to the art and school work, cause he's supporting those skills early. Then he makes sure he gets all the homework, permission slips, things like that.
When his siblings ask why he does it, he says, "Who's gonna ask her to see what she drew during recess? Who's gonna ask if she did anything fun with her best friend? Who's gonna make sure she's not left out of the loop? We're a busy family, I don't want her getting left out just cause she's little, I'll ask, I like doing it anyway" he knows his family's busy, he knows Tuk tends to fall to the background cause she's the youngest, and that Jake and Neytiri are busy trying to keep them all afloat, so he takes care of Tuk.
He helps her with her homework and never raises his voice or gets frustrated. He sits next to her and they figure it out together.
He's always proud of her, even for the little things, so he's always giving her hugs and kissing her hair and other classic big brother things.
More often than not, Spider puts Tuk to bed. Either Jake and Neytiri give up trying to tame the "cranky banshee" (what Spider call her when she's tired) of a child and call Spider in, or she asks for him. He'll lay down next to her and pull her close and tell her stories until she gets sleepy and cuddled into him. Only then does he pull out the "put'em to sleep" combo, as he calls it; he hum to her (he hums "a la nanita na", like his mama used to hum to him, fight me) while rubbing her back with one hand and plays with her braids with the other. She's out like a light in a few minutes every time.
He often refers to her as a little banshee whenever she's being feisty or especially energetic.
There was an almost 2 month streak where Tuk would only sleep if Spider stayed in her room for the night or if she was in Spider's bed (which she preferred cause it was bigger and cozier). Spider didn't mind so he gave in almost immediately. Best sleep he got in years, even with the bony knees and elbows poking him.
Spider will sacrifice himself when she gets sick, opting to be the one to go comfort her, knowing he'll be sick soon after. He has spent many nights holding her on the bathroom floor and wiping snotty noses. (he always gets it and gets it *worse* but it's worth it for his baby sis)
Tuk always does he best to take care of him after. She'll sit in bed with him and pet his hair or bring him snacks/water. When she was little, she'd bring out all her Doc McStuffin's toys (cause she'd love Doc McStuffin's, again, fight me) and try and 'make him better'
Spider has the strongest cuteness aggression ever for Tuk, like, he wants to squish her and bite her and squeeze her and shake her, with all of the love in the world. He satiates himself by snatching her, flopping on the floor, and bear hugging her as tight as he can, with his legs too, and just rolling back and forth till she's giggling so hard she can't breathe.
He is deeply invested in multiple children's shows because of how often he watches them with her. (His favorite is Wild Kratts, Paw Patrol, and Ninja Turtles)
(this one next one is so random but Spi and Tuk have pastina lover vibes, again, I dare you to fight me on this)
Spider spent time in the system and fending for himself, meaning he picked up a lot of easy recipes, one of which, was pastina with butter, broth, and cheese. He passed this on to Tuk, who has now decided this is the best snack ever and asks him to make it all the time.
Spider works out, just so he can carry her around forever and ever.
He always make sure that he and his older little siblings always give time to Tuk and involve her in their play.
They go on day trips after he gets his license, sometimes just the two of them, other times with all the Sully kids. They go to museums and science centers and such. He again holds her hand most of the time, or makes sure that she doesn't get lost while playing.
Worries over her constantly.
They trade art all the time. He'll make her a knew piece of jewelry and she'll give him a new painting to keep in his room.
He has a picture of her in his wallet.
He takes so many photos of her, he's like a facebook mom. Lo'ak makes fun of him.
He's teaching her how to skateboard, cause she thinks he's the coolest ever cause he knows how to skateboard. He got her a pretty skateboard and hot pink gear (in which he went overboard in buying considering her basically bought her a hot pink suit of armor) and helped her decorate it. He also makes sure she's not picked on when they go to the skate park.
He kisses every boo boo.
He makes and (never ever breaks) lots of pinky promises.
they have a special handshake.
When the Sully's go out anywhere, you can tell when Tuk wants to go home, because she'll be in Spi's arms, cause he'd never turn down an opportunity to hold his baby sister.
They match hair beads. Spi will always have at least one that matches with hers at all times, and Tuk will have one of his on the braid behind her ear so she can fiddle with it.
Tuk always double and triple checks that Spider has his inhaler (he doesn't know how she remembers better than he can)
She wears his shirts to bed a lot. They're big and soft and who could blame her?
should I do more of these (maybe one for each sibling?)
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fcb-mv33 · 8 months
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Through the years🥺🧡
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turtleblogatlast · 4 months
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Fun little silly thought I had about the Lair Games and specifically Leo deliberately losing is all the reasons he could have for doing so.
My favorite headcanon for his main motivation is that Splinter wasn’t proud of him anymore.
I imagine that, in the beginning, winning the Lair Games was Leo’s opportunity to shine. He wasn’t artistic or the baby of the family like Mikey, wasn’t a tech genius who created amazing inventions like Donnie, wasn’t the eldest who was insanely strong and dependable like Raph. So he had to shine somewhere else- anywhere else- and what better way to get attention than to be a winner? A champion?
And then he won too much. And it wasn’t special anymore. He got too big headed, too cocky, he knew this was his element and he ran with it.
Splinter’s words of congratulations slowly petered out. Suddenly, there was no real reason to win.
Winning feels empty when the only one cheering you on is yourself.
So- Leo schemed. And he’s a great schemer, fooling his whole family (and Donnie did deserve a win- people were way happier when he won.)
He even gave up his prized possession! His room!
Though he knows his brothers probably think it’s a bad prize. A terrible one, even.
Leo doesn’t sleep much as is, though. So Dad’s snores were more comforting than anything. It was reassuring to hear him so clearly alive and close by.
Even if the distance between them was larger than Leo’d like.
He’d just have to find something else, something more to show his dad that Leo was someone to trust, to be proud of, to love.
He gets his chance soon after, when he needs to pull off a plan against Big Mama at his dad’s side. Leo can only hope this victory is one that has a lasting effect when his father looks at him with pride once more.
Victory, for Leo, is a pretty loaded term.
#rottmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rottmnt leo#rottmnt headcanons#rise leo#everything Leos do almost always ties back to Splinter send tweet#anyway imo if I was Leo winning every lair game I would be bored as hell#and add on to my own dad joining in with my brothers on being disappointed when I do well?#yeeaaah id be my own biggest fan too#tbh Leo’s big brain plays both in Lair Games and Many Unhappy Returns are his real victories#I will say I was proud of Donnie for doing so well!#he deserves a win definitely#but looking at this from Leo’s perspective and realizing this is JUST before the ‘why don’t any of you trust me’ line hurts#wanna make this hurt more?#how about Leo purposefully wanting to lose…but he was a bit miffed that DONNIE out of anyone won#why?#because Leo makes jokes all the time but Splinter says DONNIE is the funny one#because althroughout Many Unhappy Returns Splinter says how he’d prefer if DONNIE were there instead of Leo#makes me wonder y’know? if there’s any scratchy feelings there#nothing that Leo has against Donnie so much as the assumption that Splinter would prefer him over Leo#which if I was Leo…I’d definitely think so even if Splinter absolutely loves his sons equally#just as Donnie probably assumes the opposite as well#splinter bro plz talk to your sons#but yeah victory for Leo imo is equivalent to acknowledgement#just *seeing* him#so he very easily gets wrapped up in the obsession for being the champion#*lou jitsu* always wins and Splinter wants them more like Lou Jitsu so LEO has to always win or…#or…
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fumifooms · 8 months
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Collecting Laios’ bragging faces because they are precious
I'm persuaded there are more out there but I can't find them, I'll edit them in if I happen upon them. Update edit: I’ve found and added 1 more thus far!
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spoiler ones (chap 85 or smth) under "keep reading" 👇
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It’s so funny- the eagle head’s smirk omfg
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