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living-dead-parker · 5 years

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Tragos Amargo - T.H

A Tom Holland x Mexican!reader

Summary: Tom sees you for who you are when you’re drunk. A Mexican tradition in the making. A very self-indulgent fic bc ya girl is Mexican and I would like to see more of that kind of interaction in fanfic lmao

Warnings: cussing maybe idk, mentions of alcohol, the Mexican stereotype where Mexican parents will get drunk at a kid’s birthday party until like the early hours of the morning and start singing to Chente or Ramon Ayala, but is it really a stereotype if it actually happens bc y’all don’t know the number of times I’ve seen my mother and my grandpa and plenty of others do this at any party really.

Word Count: 1.1k

A/N: The song sung is called Tragos Amargos by Ramon Ayala is y’all want to find and translate the lyrics.

It had been a long night of partying. It really was. A mutual friend of yours, as well as the whole cast of the Spider-Man crew, was having a birthday. You'd known this person since childhood, actually, being a close family friend that you remember seeing at every party as a kid. They understood the whole Mexican party thing. Show up half an hour late, eat and converse for a while, drink until you have the courage to dance and show off, then if you were special enough, you stayed until late to drink more and get emotional. However, you never got that far. Even when you became a legal adult, you never got as far as the last bit. Until now.

Now, you all sit in a circle. Your mutual friend, named Antonio sits in the with his back facing towards his house. You sit next to him, Tom on your other side, holding you close. Everyone would comment on how sick you two lovebirds are, but they think it's cute nonetheless. On Tom's other side sits Harry, followed by Sam, then Jacob, Zendaya, Darnell, then Harrison and back full circle. The only Spanish-speaker there are you and Antonio, yet everyone kind of knew where the night was going. You're drunk and so is Antonio, they all are in various phases of being buzzed, but none as close to drunk as you. Antonio plays music from his portable speaker, as the time now reads two-thirty in the morning. It's late.

"Y/N, remember being kids and we used to mess with my tia Chema?" he asks loudly, giggling as the alcohol rushes through him.

"Oh yeah, huh?" you ask, your accent coming out a little. It's funny to them all. "Those were the good days, running around and stealing her stuff until it was all gone. She threw the biggest fits and as soon as she left, the real party began."

Antonio laughs heartily as you recall the story of your childhood. Everyone joined in by giggling as well. They watch as you take another swig of your drink; a mixed tequila drink with more tequila than a mixed drink should have. You lean your head on Tom's shoulder as he looks over at you. He leans down again and presses a kiss to your cheeks and you respond in a likewise manner. You're very sentimental and emotional most of the times that you're drunk.

"She was the reason that Luisito broke up with me when we were ten," you tell Antonio, making him laugh at you. "But that's not so bad because I got my Tommy here," you respond, wrapping your arms around the man next to you. He leans into your arms and you can't help but kiss him. "Tom," you call out, pulling him closer to you and pressing your lips to his in a chaste kiss before pulling away from him. "I love you so much," you slur. "You're so pretty, you're my pretty boy and I want you in my life forever. I love you."

You turn to Antonio and pull him into your arms. He wraps his arms around you and he presses a kiss to your hair, smiling as he rests his head on yours. "You're like a brother to me Tonio," you tell him. He nuzzles his face into your hair. "We've been through so much and I can't believe we're still friends to this day. You're so amazing and you deserve only the best in the world. I love you, man."

You then look straight ahead at Zendaya and smile at her. "You're so pretty," you call out to her, your voice wavering. You don't see it, but Harry has been recording the whole time. "Like, you're so gorgeous, I sometimes question whether I like Tommy as much as I like you. Which I do, way more, but you're so pretty. You make my heart flip with how nice and talented you are and if I wasn't in love with Tommy, I'd probably be in love with you."

From there, you turn to Harry. "Harry, you're such a good guy. Your photography is so good and I think you're such a swell guy," you say. Then you turn to Sam. "Sam, you're also a good guy and Elysia is so lucky to have you. She's so gorgeous and you both make a hot couple, and I love you guys and you're both so precious."

Then you turn to Darnell and Harrison. "Darnell, I don't know you too well, but we're friends, right? I think you're so cool and the fact that you're the Madi to Z's me is astounding. Plus, you're so pretty too. Wow."

You turn to Jacob and smile. "Jacob, you're such a funny guy. You're also a great cuddler and a great listener. You remind me of a lot of good things in the world. I love you too," you tell him. Then you turn to Harrison and smile. "Harrison, you bit sweetie pie," you tell him. "You have really beautiful eyes and an even more beautiful soul. You're so kind and Monty is such a good dog, I love him. I love you too, you're so cool. I can't believe we're friends."

By the time you're done, Antonio hits skip on the song currently playing and everything falls into place as the next song begins playing. Almost like clockwork. You hear the accordion and the drums and everything else kick in and you and Antonio turn to each other. You wrap your arms around each other, sighing dramatically.

"Clavado en este rincón, como tu clavastes a mi corazon. Estos tragos que tomo son pura tristeza y son mi dolor," you and Antonio sing along. The song continues for some time and as the chorus reaches, everyone is watching intently. Both you and Antonio brace yourselves and begin shouting along with the song as you both sing while in tears. Your moment has finally come. "Trago de amargo liquor, que no me hacen olvidar, y me siento como un cobarde, que hasta me pongo a llorar."

It wasn't too long after this shared moment that you were in bed and asleep. The next morning, you woke up in an empty bed. You had been changed into pajamas and you had a hangover. There were some pills placed on the bedside drawer with a bottle of water. After sitting up, you take the pills and hop off, dragging yourself to the kitchen where everyone was. You could smell some food but that's the last thing you want. You just want some coffee and maybe an egg. Maybe.

However, as you walk down the stairs to the kitchen, you check your phone, seeing the video that Harry had posted on Instagram. Of you and Antonio singing and crying together. Today should be fun.

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buriedincharcol · 5 years

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Red and Blue Lights

(Red Crackle Detective/Criminal AU

@jaythesaltybastard i blame you for this and you know exactly what you did)

Carmen Sandiego had wanted to be a detective for as long as she could remember.

Every day after school, she would fight her sister Amy for the remote and plop herself in front of her family's old TV. When she won the hard-earned battle, she would adjust the antennas just right so she could watch her favorite programs: true crime shows and buddy cop movies. The young girl was riveted by the thrilling chase scenes, spellbound by the explosive shoot-offs, moved by the deep bond between partners, but most of all she was intrigued by criminals and the motivations behind their schemes.

Now one could argue that exposing an impressionable child to these kinds of media would desensitize them to explicit violence and perhaps even warp their moral values. These concerns would be perfectly justified and measures would be taken to protect their young minds... if it were any household other than Carmen's.

She and her sister Amy had been adopted by Kage Gozen - the ambitious, stoic New York Chief of Police (dubbed teasingly as Shadow-san by close family and friends). Instead of discouraging his daughters from following in the footsteps of their father, he encouraged their interest in his dangerous profession. Kage enrolled his daughters in martial arts and self-defense classes, taught them how to shoot, and drilled into them the nuances of the law. Perhaps he was grooming them to become officers - maybe he wanted to carry on the family profession of law enforcement just as he took up the mantle after the retirement of his mother, Tomoe Gozen, from the same position.

Or perhaps the weeb side of him just thought the idea of having a couple of badass anime kids was cool.

(There was evidence to suggest this was the case, but if forensic pathologist Doctor Bellum ever breathed a word that she caught him Naruto running down the street to catch a suspect then he would stop bringing his homemade castella cake to the break room every Sunday. It was mutually assured destruction - nobody would end up happy in that situation.)

Regardless of his intentions, Chief Gozen ended up with two very capable, very opinionated, and very independent young women.

Amy, always a stickler about the rules, decided to study to become a prosecutor. After seven grueling years of hard work, she cried when she finally passed the board exam and then cried some more when she realized they misprinted her last name as "Santiago" on her licence to practice law. Since the elder sibling was off doing another profession, that meant the responsibility to follow in their father's footsteps fell to Carmen.

It was good that the girl's father instilled her with a strong sense of justice and a clear distinction between right and wrong because otherwise her obsession with criminals and the law could have gone the other direction.

Can you imagine Carmen Sandiego as a criminal? Absurd.

She knew from the moment she graduated from the Academy that she'd have to work twice as hard and be twice as efficient than her male counterparts to be treated with even half the respect. This challenge only fueled her drive her to push herself and become the best cop in her father's precinct. She resolved that when she usurped Chief Gozen's position (not if, only when) she would leave no doubt that she earned the place for herself instead of gaining it through nepotism.

That wasn't to say that she hadn't already tried asking.

Eventually, her efforts payed off as she quickly rose from police technician, to officer, to detective. Carmen was sure that along with her trusty partner, Mike "Player" Tozier, she'd reach enough solved cases and arrests for their superiors to consider promoting them to corporals soon. They had a 98% success rate - so far, it looked like smooth sailing towards her goal. What could go wrong?

(If you read the previous statement and thought to yourself: Ah, that looks like a setup to introduce someone or something that made everything go wrong...

...You'd be absolutely correct you funky little detective.)

The thief known as "Crackle" was the teensy, tiny wrinkle in her carefully mapped out life plan towards success.

"Evading us for the tenth time is not a small problem, Carmen." "Shut up, Player. I totally had him that time."

He had appeared out of nowhere and jumped onto the detective's list of Top Priorities when the Panthère de Cartier - a necklace crafted from glittering precious stones and white gold priced at fifty-two thousand dollars - disappeared directly from the neck of the actress known as Countess Cleo as she attended the Met Gala. She only noticed its absence when a photographer asked her out the bold fashion statement of wearing a folded piece of paper dangling from a piece of string as an accessory with her Ralph & Russo evening gown.

Law enforcement quietly infiltrated the Gala when the grand theft was called in by the woman. They discreetly pulled the victim aside to question her about the crime since the last thing they needed was frenzied paparazzi, press, and celebrities causing a panic and destroying potential evidence. Cleo was inconsolable as she cooperated with the police, makeup running down her face. While Player questioned/consoled the her, Carmen's intense grey eyes studied the note left over by the thief. Her gloved hands were careful while dusting the outside folded area for prints. No dice. When she opened the note it simply read: the name is Graham Crackle.

Carmen deciding that it was a stupid-ass codename, cut off the first part and dubbed him "Crackle".

At first she didn't have the slightest clue as to what the thief looked like, but then she noticed that at every crime scene that had Crackle's calling card - a note usually with some flirtatious pickup line or message - there would be a tall, athletic-looking man with swept back brunette hair on the security footage who would leave right before they arrived and would turn right at the last second towards the camera as if knowing that they would be watching.

Sometimes, if Carmen squinted hard enough at the grainy footage, she could swear that the man would flash a cocky smirk that felt entirely too much like he was mocking her personally.

However, she didn't look closely that often because Player would tease her relentlessly about her 'checking out the suspect'.

He would laugh, "Maybe that's why we haven't caught him yet - you have puppy love for the perp." She didn't know how else to reply except by shooting him a quick, but indignant "Shut up!"

She was an independent young lady with high standards to match her high moral values who absolutely did not blush whenever she opened up those notes and she absolutely did not lay awake in bed thinking about him.

"Well... shit," Carmen said aloud to herself as she stared up at the ceiling of her apartment, her short hair bedraggled from tossing and turning on her mattress as the night went on.

His motivations didn't make sense.

Crackle would steal an assortment of priceless items like the Olympic gold medal of athlete-turned-coach Sarah Brunt, the abstract (and disturbing) fine art paintings of the renowned Professor Maelstrom, and the bejeweled necklace of Countess Cleo along with other objects of high value. With his prizes, he could absolutely sell them with ease on the black market and gain a fortune... but that wasn't the case. After a few weeks or months at most, the items would be found in the homes of their rightful owners - it was like he didn't want to steal for the money but rather because it was like a game to him.

It was almost like he just wanted the attention.

Carmen laughed to herself, "What a stupid idea. What kind of dumbass-"

She was startled as a sharp knock on the door broke through the silence of her apartment. Still half asleep and groggy the brunette rolled herself out of bed, thumping onto the hardwood floor. She groaned as she stood up unsteadily, checking herself over on her iPhone camera to make sure she was at least halfway decent. The bright screen of the phone momentarily blinded her as she squinted at the time. She hissed, "What the- what the fuck it's fucking three in the morning? Who the fuck?"

Suddenly alert, Carmen grabbed a her father's present from when she first moved out: a big ol' can o' mace. She stalked toward the sound of the knocking. Apparently, her visitor had already become bored while waiting as they had taken to rapping their knuckles to different beats on the wood like they were playing a drum.

When she looked through the peephole, she realized that it was the brunette suspect from all the crime scenes:

Crackle.

As she swung it open, the door hit the inside wall of her apartment with a loud bang. He stopped mid-knock to look down at her (and the nozzle of her pepper spray) with an odd expression that seemed to show shock, apprehension, and... something else she couldn't recognize. Slowly, he raised his hands up to show that he was unarmed and they stood frozen in her doorway silently sizing each other up for a few seconds. The tension felt like it could be cut through with a knife.

"So, uh..." Crackle trailed off as his eyes traveled over her black sheep onesie, "Come here often, Lambkins?"

Huh, he's an Aussie.

Carmen's expression hardened.

In a flash of movement, her right hand free of the mace reached up and grabbed the collar of his shirt with an iron grip as she dragged him into her apartment. Still holding onto him, she turned slightly to kick the door shut behind them.

When she turned back, she noticed a deep rosy blush had exploded over his face.

Seeing him over the grainy footage of a security camera was much different than seeing him in person.

Oh no, he's hot, she screamed internally.

Her external expression remained stony as she advanced forwards while he was forced to move backwards, hands still in the air. Carmen shoved him onto her bed while she remained standing with the pepper spray aimed towards him; he fell onto the mattress with a yelp. "Do you do this with every strange man who shows up at doorstep in the middle of the night? Don't you think it's a tad too forward, mate? Not that I'm complaining-" "Shut up." Carmen cut off his nervous rambling.

She continued, proud that her tone didn't betray her internal freak-out, "You're going to tell me why you did what you did."

From his sitting position he looked up at her with a cocky grin, "I did a lot of things today, Red. You're gonna have to specify-"

Suddenly, the detective threw the pepper spray off the side as she leapt onto him. The woman quickly maneuvered until she ended up with one forearm at his throat, the other arm pinning his hands tightly to the mattress above his head, and both her knees squeezed securely around his hips to ensure he couldn't escape. However, escape was last thing on his mind at that moment. Carmen stubbornly ignored his pink flush as she spoke, "Did I not tell you shut the fuck up, Crackle? Did I fucking stutter?" He slowly shook his head under her grip. "I'm going to let you get up, and you're going to tell me why you went through all the time and effort to steal all those things only to give them back. I'm not playing around - if you fucking twitch wrong I'm going to knock you out cold and with the rest of the force will be here before you can even blink. Nod if you understand." He slowly nodded and she moved herself back until she was standing again.

Although their contact had ended as quickly as it had begun, Carmen could still feel the way his pulse fluttered against her skin.

Crackle sat up from his previous position on the bed while still looking up at her as he rubbed his neck, "First of all, the name's Graham. My friends call me Gray and I suppose you should call me that considering how close we were just a few seconds ago." She huffed and crossed her arms, glaring at him.

He continued, "Alright, so you asked me why I would rob shit and return it right? Well it's simple, there is no tragic backstory or puzzle I just wanted to get your attention." He studied her face to gauge her reaction and almost laughed at the way her expression could only be described as 'carmen.exe has stopped working'.

The cogs in her head turned, still processing his reason (and confession) when she finally let out a hysterical giggle, "I had my suspicions, but I didn't think anyone would be that much of a dork." He looked at her offended, "What? Theft is absolutely a valid language of love if you're trying to lure in a detective!" His upset tone threatened to turn her giggling into unattractive chortling, "Says who? What disaster of a person recommended this to you?" "My friend Jean-Paul said that's how he snagged his husband!" The thief defended. She stopped for a second, thinking about the familiar name, "Oh yeah, I know Antonio and his husband. He totally would've given stealing as a flirtation technique." Carmen made a mental note to confront the couple later about their unorthodox relationship advice.

The detective thought for a moment, "Wait, I hadn't even met you before you starting stealing things. Why me?" Graham looked off to the side and rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment, "I was just visiting to precinct to drop off something I borrowed from Antonio when I saw you working on a case with your partner. I thought you were cute so asked Jean-Paul for his advice, and the rest is history." She looked at him with exasperation, "I can't fucking belie- I would've gone out with you if you just asked me like a normal person, dipshit! You didn't need to break the law! I needed to do so much paperwork because of you!" Carmen waved her hands about to help express her frustration.

Graham looked at her as he seemed to think something over, "Well, what if I ask you out like a normal person now? What do you say about meeting me at that little cafe on 20th Street between 7th and 8th Avenue? Maybe on Friday at 8:00 PM?" Carmen considered him for a moment, "Okay, I'll meet you there... if you promise to stop stealing stuff and just date me like anyone else would." His mouth twisted into a cocky smirk, "No promises." She groaned as she grabbed his elbow, hauling him up and started to walk him back towards her door, "Why did I think you would reply any differently? Just... remember to bring your loot back to their owners."

"Of course, Lambkins"

"Don't call me that."

She opened the door and just as Graham was about the step out, she yanked him down so they were face-to-face; they were both hit with a sudden sense of déjà vu.

Carmen's stormy grey eyes peered into his as she spoke, "I just thought that you should know something before you leave: If I find out everything you've talked about was a lie? Or if you just disappear on me and don't show up on that date? I will hunt you down, I will find you, and I'll do worse things to you than what I did earlier when you got smart with me." Her soft voice was filled with warning.

Graham met her gaze with his own, his eyes eyes half-lidded, "Bold of you to assume that's not exactly what I want."

A rosy blush spread across her face as he smirked.

Carmen abruptly pushed him out the doorway and slammed it shut behind him, listening with her back to the wood until the sound of his footsteps in the hallway faded away.

She rubbed her face, tired from the events of the night as she shuffled back to her bed. Right as she was about to take a running leap onto the soft, inviting blankets, she noticed a folded piece of paper on her pillow. She hadn't even noticed him leave it there.

The brunette laughed to herself as she picked up the calling card and read aloud, "I’m supposed to be the thief, and yet you’ve stolen my heart." What a dork, she thought to herself.

And if Carmen's face heated up just a little bit then Player wasn't there to tease her about it.

#red crackle #my writing #graham crackle #carmen sandiego #carmen x gray

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van-writes · 7 years

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Coming Out Lunch

Pairing: Tomoko Higashikata/Holly Kujo

Raiting: G

Prompt: “Family” for @jjbarareshipsweek2k17

Ao3 Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/11557794

Warnings: it’s set between Vento Aureo and Stone Ocean, but that’s not really important

Notes: this fic has been staying in my pc since months, but I never had the will to finish it. When I noticed that one of the prompts of the week fitted with this fic, it gave me the will to finally finish it lol

Holly sang one of the old american songs her father used to hear her when she was little and swung her hips in time with the music, putting one foot of the other in a clumsy dance.

She tasted the soup with a little spoon and, seeing how it was still sweet, she added more salt before turning the stove off to let it cold down. She was so happy, her darling son was coming with her little brother and she couldn't wait to see them, it had been years since she had seen the both of them together!

Holly started to peel one of the potatoes, her hands nearly shaking for the excitement. But in her heart she was also afraid, she thought that something could go wrong and she didn't want to upset either member of her family.

“Still worried about today?”

Holly yelped surprised and let the potato fall from her hands on the floor. She turned around with a cute pout crossing her plump lips.

“Tomo-chan, you scared me!”

Tomoko laughed amused and wrapped her slender arms around Holly’s waist. Her bright eyes roamed on Holly’s beautiful body and a satisfied smile tugged her lips.

“You look dashing, I want to eat you all up, Seiko.” Tomoko wiggled her eyebrows in a suggestive, comical way that made Holly giggle. “Seiko” was the name she had taken when she moved to Japan and it was cute how Tomoko used it as a pet name for her, it sounded so sweet when it came from her lips.

“You can't, you can't, Tomo-chan! But you can eat lunch later.” Holly chuckled harder when Tomoko pouted, titling her head and looking at Holly like a kicked puppy. She was really pretty when she was like this, Holly could see where Josuke had taken his soft features.

“I wanted you to be in my menu.” Tomoko sighed and ducked down to steal a small peck on her lips.

They had kissed so many times since they had started going out, but Holly still felt her cheeks burning when Tomoko pulled back with a satisfied smirk on her face.

“You’re so cute, Seiko.” Tomoko cooed, tightening her grip around Holly’s waist, nuzzling her head against her cheek affectionately.

Holly melted in that tight hug, but gently pressed her hands against Tomoko’s chest to distance herself from the other woman - even if she didn’t really want to do it, she was really warm like that.

“Tomo-chan, please set the table… And you’ll ruin your makeup if you keep doing this!”

Tomoko pursued her lips, seemingly wanting to say something to her girlfriend, but soon unwrapped her arms and laid her hands on her full hips.

“Fine, I’ll let you continue cooking.” Tomoko grumbled, tucking one of her black stripe of hair behind her ear, then a ghost of a smirk played on her face. “I know you just wanted to touch my boobs anyway.”

It was comical how Holly’s face turned red in less than a second. She parted her lips to apologize or say anything to her girlfriend when the doorbell rang once, twice, distracting the two women from their conversation.

Tomoko straightened her back and took Holly’s face delicately between her hands. “It’s going to be alright, okay, Seiko? Don’t worry about it too much, you know our silly sons.”

Holly nodded nervously and the corner of her lips twitched in what resembled a smile. It was touching how much Tomoko cared for her, but she couldn't help but feeling her heart thrumming in her chest like a crazy.

When a pair of lips pressed against hers, all of Holly’s nervousness seemed to dissipate. She hummed against Tomoko’s mouth and swiftly squeezed her hand in search of comfort. Holly smiled when Tomoko’s squeezed back and was slightly disappointed when Tomoko broke their kiss.

“Better go, or they’ll break the doorbell.” Tomoko laughed even if they both knew that their sons could perfectly do that with the strength they had.

Holly turned towards the counter again and took the spoon to taste the soup when she noticed that her fingers were trembling. She took a shaky breath and laid her hands against her chest. Her heart was beating too fast and she couldn't stop the million of thoughts that invaded her mind. She knew Tomoko was right, that there was nothing to worry about and that her son and brother would love her anyway, but she couldn't shut down that annoying voice who kept telling her “what if it goes wrong? What if they don’t accept you?”. She was terrified, her son was her life, if he started to hate her she didn't know what she would do.

“Oh dear, I’m really hopeless…” Holly mumbled, pinching the bridge of her nose with two of her fingers.

She heard shoutings and loud greetings and a small smile blossomed on her face. That was surely Josuke, no matter how many years passed, he kept being a cheerful and happy boy. She couldn't still believe that such a nice boy was her brother and soon to be son.

She heard the deep rumble of her sweet Jotaro’s voice and anxiety took a grip on her once again. Holly took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down once again. She could do it, if Tomoko was on her side there was nothing she wouldn't be able to surpass.

Lunch passed quickly, with the bickering of Tomoko and Josuke in the background and the few words Jotaro spared to her. It was nice, she could stay like this forever, lulled by her family until the end of her days.

But nothing could last forever, when Tomoko’s hand was placed on hers, she knew it was time. Her nerves were wrecking her, she was shaking so much she had to place the glass down before it slipped on the floor. Jotaro looked at her in question, arching an eyebrow and taking that expression that one could describe emotionless, but Holly knew it hid his worry for her.

“Jotaro, Josuke, Seiko and I have to say something to you…” Tomoko began, eyeing both men, her eyes were so serious they stopped Josuke from saying anything.

Holly knew Tomoko was nervous too, she could tell by the way she kept gulping down saliva, but she was better than her in hiding it and Holly really appreciated that of her.

“Mom, you're kinda scaring me now, what's wrong? Did you break the law? Do I need to arrest you or do you need our help to hide a body?” Josuke laughed trying to ease the tension, picking on the nervousness of both women. He was drumming his fingers against the table and sent glances to Jotaro in a silent ask, but the man beside him seemed as confused as him.

“What Tomo-chan wants to say is--” Holly felt a grip in her throat. She wanted to just spit it out, it wasn't so difficult, they were only a few words, but why couldn't she tell them? Why wasn't she able to just tell her boys the truth? She felt so stupid--

Tomoko’s hand squeezed hers in a calm grip. Holly’s eyes turned towards her partner’s, Tomoko was looking at her with a nervous yet gentle gaze. It's alright, I’m here, it was what she was saying to her. Holly’s lips curled into a smile, yes, she wasn't alone, this amazing woman was with her, why was she so afraid over nothing?

She turned her head once again towards Jotaro and Josuke, who had stayed in silence the whole time and squeezed Tomoko’s hand once more.

“Tomo-chan and I… we are dating.” The words were finally out, she felt like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders and she wondered why it had been so difficult to say.

She caught a glimpse of Jotaro and Josuke’s expression and her heart skipped for a moment. They were watching them with blown eyes and open mouths, it was the first time she had seen them look like that and truthfully it scared her.

“Come again?” Josuke was the first to speak, he was too baffled too utterly surprised to say anything else. Jotaro didn’t seem any better, but at least he was better than him in covering his emotions.

Holly ducked her head down, her cheeks started to take a red colour, she opened her mouth to repeat herself but Tomoko beat her to it. “I’m sure you heard her, Josuke, no need to be this shocked.”

Josuke’s eyes turned towards his mother, he frowned at her, he seemed like he wanted to say something but he was left gaping once again from a sudden realization. This time, he grabbed Jotaro’s hands, squeezing them in his palms and leaned forward until his nose brushed against the other’s.

“I’m your brother now!” Josuke exclaimed loudly, a huge grin making his way on his face. Jotaro’s expression turned grim at that, he wanted to disagree with him, but Josuke hadn’t quite finished talking, his enthusiasm taking hold of him. “Can I call you Onii-chan from now on?”

Jotaro made a disgusted face at the obnoxious name, but he made no movement to pull away from Josuke. “If you do I’ll call out Star Platinum.” Were the only words Jotaro muttered in a deadly threat, before he glanced towards Tomoko and Holly, who had been staring at the show in front of them for the whole time with amused smiles.

“Congratulations, mom, if you’re happy, I am too.” Holly’s eyes filled with tears at the sight of her son’s smile. If he kept staring at her like this, she wouldn’t be able to hold her emotions anymore.

Tomoko’s hand squeezed hers again, Holly turned towards her and wasn’t surprised to find a smile gracing her girlfriend’s face.

“I’ve told you it would be good, right? There was nothing to fear.” Holly nodded at her words and, guided by her emotions, she leaned forward to press her lips against Tomoko’s, kissing her while a few tears dropped from her eyes.

Tomoko hummed, she lifted an arm to catch Holly’s tears and smiled in their kiss. It didn’t matter if their lipstick would be ruined after this, their hearts were beating too hard for them to care.

They pulled after a moment, nuzzling their noses together like they were teens again, but their moment was broken when Josuke coughed in his hand. Both Holly and Tomoko looked towards their sons and saw that Jotaro had his hat in front of his eyes, hiding them from their sight, while Josuke was looking down at his plate with a blush on his cheeks.

Finally, Josuke - who had been the one to cough - lifted his gaze to meet theirs and gave them an awkward smile. “You know, if you want we can go and leave you alone, right, Jotaro?”

Jotaro stiffed beside him, but gave an imperceptible nod. Holly’s cheeks turned red at the implication and she started to blab some excuse, wanting to clear the misunderstanding as fast as she could, but Tomoko was of another opinion.

“You two little rascals!” She shouted, pointing at the two of them but she had a grin on her face. “Then I guess Seiko and I will eat the chocolate cake that Seiko had prepared for us yesterday… what a pity, but at least there’ll be more for us, right, my dear?”

At those words, Josuke was animated once again and shook his head, then he tangled his fingers together like he was praying. “No please, anything but that! I want to eat Holly-san’s cake too, please, have mercy on my poor soul! A man needs his sweets!”

Jotaro chuckled beside of him, keeping watching the little show that mother and son were giving to them. Holly’s found his eyes, for a moment they stared at each other, neither of them moving for an inch

After what seemed like ages, Jotaro nodded towards her, letting her know that the words he had said before were the pure truth. He hadn’t been lying, he was truly happy for her and this was the best gift a mother could have ever wanted.

Holly felt her heart skip at that, she held Tomoko’s hand tighter in her palm and watched how she was playfully arguing with her son over the dessert.

Right now, they looked like a real family having fun and Holly wouldn’t trade this happiness with anything in the world.

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