This is them in Batman:Under The Red Hood 2010 in a flashback to their sidekick days or by comics,in Sparks:Secret Origins!Jason is trans and so is Summer but he's an egg here so both she/her and he/him are okay because i refer to my irl kid self that way too!Extra versions because my lil bro went into filters mode /pos
people need to stop assuming “emo”, “punk”, “goth” etc kids are assholes and do drugs or something. we arent all like that. its just our style. youre the bigger asshole for assuming stuff like that. it isnt fun to be a literal 12 yr and hear adults judging you for how you dress. it isnt fun to be scared to show your own identity and style just because you think youll be bullied. this also goes for lgtbqia teens, teens with “weird” styles and overall fellow teens who just want to be themselves.
So I'm at In-N-Out, and I was looking around, mildly surprised by the amount of fellow white guys in baseball caps I saw here. Then, just as I'm thinking that, I see two punk kids with emo hair walking up. The tonal shift alone was enough to eject me from reality for a second, which ended up letting a couple napkins flying out with the breeze
Side note, this isn't a dig at punk or emo kiddos, yall are awesome, I was boggled by your sheer presence for sec. Which now that I think about it, is probably the point...
i truly truly will never stop being tickled by how law's braincell count just plummets into the negatives whenever he's around luffy and kid SPECIFICALLY at the same time. like if it's one or the other he copes more or less just fine. kid's a shit-starter but he's predictable and easy (and fun) to rile up. luffy runs on baffling logic but he's fundamentally easy to get along with so long as you maintain your zen and understand that he usually doesn't MEAN to get under anybody's skin. separately they aggravate law in different ways. but when they're together kid's penchant for starting dickswinging contests (or inability to not take the bait of one) collides with luffy unhesitatingly answering with a one-up that no sane person would conceive of and what the hell is law supposed to do against THAT fuckin wombo combo. get left behind and called a bitch for it? not goddamn LIKELY!!
pt 2 to that one hobie blurb (there's slight smut so be warned)
gwen stacy is a better house guest than you expected.
she lacks some social awareness, yeah (like the many times she'd left her dirty dishes littering around the living room instead of bringing them to the kitchen) (or those times where she did bring them to the kitchen, but she opted out of rinsing them off before placing them in the sink), but she's a teenager who's trying her best.
she's polite, she tries to stay out of your way, she puts herself last on the shower rotation which almost makes up for the sizable dent she's put in your products, but she's a kid. a sweet, good natured kid, who brought you an entire six pack of your yogurt after she found out it was yours.
but no matter how nice of a house guest gwen was, you still missed your space, and your yoga pants, and your privacy.
it's the thing you miss the most.
because anytime you think you're alone, anytime you think you finally have hobie to yourself, she's waltzing through the door already starting conversation about something she'd seen in your dimension.
like the time where you were straddling hobie on the couch, gwen's belongings gone so you thought she was too, and things were getting hot. his hands were under your shirt, gripping your tits, your hands were fumbling for the buckle on his many belts, and you were grinding into him, moans barely muffled against his lips.
but then footsteps were coming from the bathroom and the sound of a toothbrush against teeth met your ears, right before gwen's squeal did the same.
or the time where it was late at night, and you and hobie had gone to bed after making it three quarters of the way through some movie gwen brought from her dimension, and hobie had his hands pushed down your pajama pants, fingers starting to push your lips apart, but then three knocks met the door.
"hobie! your scanners going off. think it's something important."
and yeah, hobie's had to leave mid-sex before to deal with something usually kingpin related, but he always came back in due time with an apology on his lips before you were on them. that night, though, he didn't come back until the morning and it seemed like he'd forgotten about your denied orgasm.
so naturally, you're a little upset with your circumstances. moping around, excusing yourself when you three are in a room together, sleeping with your back to hobie. it's a bit childish, and you rethink your approach for a while, but it gets hobie's attention. and it gets you what you want.
alone time with hobie. time that you spend moaning and whining and whimpering as loud as you want.
and the next day when you wake up, happier than usual, a yogurt in your hand and a smile on your face, you're a little sad to see gwen packing her things up. but she smiles at you, and you smile at her, and you have her in a hug, reminding yourself that she's just a kid, as you wish her well and tell her that the door's always open.