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“Don’t make a big deal about it, okay?!” Krys groaned in response, lolling her head back with exasperation. “You’ll embarrass me! Besides, I only go SOMETIMES.” It was an improvement, and they both knew it, but Krystal and Jessica alike were ones to cover feelings with sarcasm-laced words and playful insults, so she brushed off the pride she knew they were both feeling in order to focus on the task at hand.

So she’d never driven a motorcycle before… How hard could it be? By age 14 she’d learnt 8 different types of martial arts just by observing other people. She could HANDLE a motorcycle.

“I’ll always come back for you. You know that.”

It was all she said before tucking in the kickstand and starting the engine. It flared to life and she took a couple of moments to familiarize herself with the clutch and throttle, rolling back and forth on her heels until she was comfortable. Admittedly, she was nervous always wanting to impress Jessica to the best of her abilities, because it seemed, more often than not, that this woman caught glimpses of Krys in the most compromising of situations.

Once the engine had warmed up enough she began trying out the gears. All the steps she’d learned from her father, who was more than adept at driving pretty much any motorized vehicle, but she’d ran away before she could learn to drive, herself. So she settled for experience by observation. Which wasn’t perfect, by any means. It took a couple of tries where the motorcycle would jerk forward, stall, or shut off of its own accord. But once she’d gotten started and had a feel for it, the entire scenario became much easier. Then it was like anything she’d seen before;; speeding up, slowing down, and turning all came much more naturally. After riding around the parking lot for a few minutes, she drove to the borders of Aeterno, gesturing to the paved road.

“So, uh… Where am I going?”

“sometimes is still more than never,” jessica chuckled, hands moving from the handle’s to the girl’s waist as she tested out the motorcycle. “miss i’m too trained for school.” she stuck her tongue out, to push her point through, laughing as she did so. she knew krystal was trying now--- and that was something. it meant a lot. she had come so far from the girl who almost froze her to death a year ago. she’d never forget it.

god, if you would have told her that taking the kid on as her own personal student would have given her this a year ago--- jessica would have laughed at you. laughed you out the room. someone wanting her to be their mom? and that someone being the angry, guarded little soldier that was krystal crock? please.

“and i’m not going anywhere without you. not anymore.”

she wasn’t. she wasn’t going to abandon anyone. not anymore. she had a family--- she always had a family but--- she was going to try and be better. for all of them. do it right this time around. be better. be GOOD.

watching as krystal tested the mechanics of the vehicle out, jessica tightened her grip just slightly. “tell me if it gets too much. i’m right here. i can take over.” she shook her head, leaning forwards to watch the road as they finally took off. “i’d say it’s like riding a bike--- but let me guess? you never did that?”

and--- oh. right. “into the city. towards the western half. the guy was last seen at a hotel there. start with the basics, right? backtrack from there.” she would have shrugged but. motorcycle. she was sure krystal could hear it in her voice, anyway.

#(krys crock)#(fam interactions)#(daughter)

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morgan && jess; moodboard

“my mother looks at me and sees my father’s mistakes”

#(moodboards)#(daughter)#(morgan drew)#(r: morgan tag)

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the kiss was cold— little streaks of ice breaking off from contact— but jessica didn’t mind. it was a good feeling. the cold against her. the affection from her— her kid now. sure krys had hugged her before but— this was different. she was her’s now— it was different. “me?” the brunette scoffed, eyes red from tears she had shed. “who said i’m grown?” the jokes were back but, not as defense for once. the woman ducked her head down to touch the other’s forehead, breathing her in for a moment. “the only thing you should be proud of with me is yourself. i’m nothing compared to that, alright?”

didn’t even know i wanted saving until i met you.

the words hit her hard, the drew frowning at the thought. she couldn’t imagine krys any other way now. sarcastic. fiery. a bright spot in her life. she didn’t believe the kid would have stayed the same cold, (pardon the pun), child she had been when jessica first met her. aeterno wouldn’t have let her. she knew she would have changed in some way.

but the fact she helped— helped turn her into the blossoming girl she was now, (a social star. a good kid, despite it all), well. it was nice. it was a nice thought. a good feeling.

“don’t even talk about inspiration. you’re half the reason why i came back here. why i even keep trying to do shit.”

she had to be good to make up for everything she had done before. she had to help people. had to try— and she had to come back to school for morgan and krys. and now she had to try and be a better mom— a mom in general— for them.

jessica felt like she had been punched as the crock spoke again, the word ‘mom’ hitting her like a punch to the gut. it took all she had to not cry again, instead eyes watering for a moment as she threw her leg over the seat of the motorbike, sliding in behind the other. “okay, okay. deal. it’s easier to teach you if you’re up front, anyway.” handing the one helmet to the girl, jessica smiled, bright and large— and genuine for once. no trace of joke or sarcasm behind it. “suit up, princess.”

“I did, I can just tell,” hummed Krys in response, offering the other a syrupy smile. Moments like these —- She wouldn’t trade them for the world. Jessica was, officially, and now would always be, her second mother. “Nope, not alright. You’re good, I just know.” She felt like the character from that alien movie she had watched not too long ago { her friends always insisted on introducing her to Disney. It started with Frozen, as a joke, but only got better from there}, Lilo and Stitch was the name.

“I’m proud of everything you’ve done before you met me, all the stuff I wish I could’ve been there for.” There was the awe again, painting her words with rainbow coats. Her admiration for Jessica Drew knew no bounds. “But, unfortunately, you were, LITERALLY, a universe away. And now look! It’s funny how things work out. I actually learnt about it in class last semester.”

Class. That was another thing, too. Jessica had always been accommodating, from day one understood Krys’ need for private lessons, why she couldn’t learn with the rest of the students… It wasn’t something she’d ever actually put into words before, but —- Her mentor had UNDERSTOOD. And that mutual understanding was something irrevocable. But now look at her, attending most of her classes, PASSING all of her classes. She was making half the effort she knew she could, but… She was trying. All thanks to Jess, and Natasha. Two women who had changed her life.

“And you’re half the reason I STAYED,” she whispered softly, catching flakes of snow in her hands and watching them absorb into her skin. She was rejuvenated, both physically and emotionally, bright eyed as she felt the woman scoot up behind her, so engrossed in the anticipation of it all that she grabbed the helmet and threw it on, without even registering her mother’s words. Only after she took a moment to gawk at how ridiculous she probably looked, in the dead of winter wearing only black booty shorts, a spaghetti-strap tank top, and an oversized, biker helmet, did she turn to gape at the Drew.

“Wait —– You said… Teach me? Does that mean..?” At once, she revved the engine, running through her mental encyclopedia of all movies, shows, and real life scenarios in which she’d seen someone drive a motorcycle. “I’ve got some basics ingrained in my photographic reflex plasticity. I GOT this. Not bad for a PRINCESS, huh?”

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the things you went through and i wish i could have been there for. if they weren't sitting on a bike jessica would have hugged her again. it wasn't--- jessica had come a long way. she knew that. she knew she had changed for the better since she got away from hydra. since she had joined shield and then the avengers--- but it wasn't something she ever thought to be proud of. just making up for all the bad she had done in the past. and no one, (save like two people--- carol being one), had ever told her they were proud of her for it. it was validating, in a way. though there was shame for having to be validated by her own kid.

(her kid. that felt right. odd--- but right. krystal was hers now in every way but flesh and blood. she had confirmed it.)

"you don't have to wish for anything. you're here now. that's what matters." jessica's tone was soft as she spoke. "and what's this about the great krystal crock going to CLASS? did i hear that right?" she raised a brow, laughing again as she spoke.

really though. she was more proud of her than she could express. going to class. flourishing. krystal had come so far in such a small amount of time. it made jessica's heart swell just thinking about it.

speaking of which--- she could feel it tightening in pride and love as the girl spoke again. half the reason why she stayed. "well now you're stuck. you have to come back for me from now on." snorting as krys revved the engine, the woman tilted her head and looked over the parking lot before rolling her eyes. she moved to put her hands on the handlebars, next to krystal's own.

"okay hot shot. let's take it easy, anyway. show me what you've got."

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frcst-bitten:

“I guess I just never really thought of it that way, is all.” She brushed it off, suddenly abashed, overcome with a well of emotions. She’d known Jessica to be many things;; Witty, determined, strong, courageous, but prideful? She’d never seen her prideful before. It was something she rarely expressed, refused to give, even during training. ‘That was good,’ her mentor would say. ‘But you could always do BETTER.’ And it dawned on her that this was probably the first time Krystal had ever truly witnessed Jessica Drew’s raw emotions, without holds, without bars. In this moment, the two of them could just —- Be. And for once she was thankful for sleepless night and tired talks, for the holiday season and how it seemed to make everyone a little more —– emotional.

Maybe it was the coldness in the air, the fact that one needs to rely on another to keep warm, that emotions set the foundation for it all. She didn’t know. But standing there, wrapped in the embrace of her second mother, Krys understood the importance of family, of spending time with one another, of times like THESE. Because this memory had quickly become one of her most cherished —– the day her mentor became her second mother.

“ —- But I’m proud of YOU, too. If that even makes sense. I’m proud of how far you’ve come, despite all that shit you went through, growing up.” She kissed the woman then, right on the cheek. A gentle kiss brimming with affection, it lingered for a moment on Jessica’s skin, a soft frost creeping over the edges of a broken smile, before melting into teardrops of ice water. Krys watched the way it streaked down the other’s features, and smiled.

“Maybe that’s true, but the thing is, I didn’t even know I WANTED saving until I met you.” She shook her head at that, remembering the days back under her father’s complete control, the messes she’d made, the lives she’s stolen —– How she longed to kill again, and yet —- Longed for moments like these even MORE. “From day one, you’ve inspired me. And that’s something I can never repay you for.”

It surprised Krystal to hear herself speaking like this, with a newfound maturity she never could’ve expected, just months back. But she liked it, nonetheless. It made her feel… BETTER.

“I —- I love you, too, Je– Mom.” She tested out the name, pleased with how naturally it escaped her lips, a ghost of a breath, reincarnating from a past life, a newfound meaning to the term. She shot a sideways glance to the woman and shuffled forward, propping her elbows against the dashboard with a coy smile. “In front, where all the DAREDEVILS go.”

the kiss was cold--- little streaks of ice breaking off from contact--- but jessica didn’t mind. it was a good feeling. the cold against her. the affection from her--- her kid now. sure krys had hugged her before but--- this was different. she was her’s now--- it was different. “me?” the brunette scoffed, eyes red from tears she had shed. “who said i’m grown?” the jokes were back but, not as defense for once. the woman ducked her head down to touch the other’s forehead, breathing her in for a moment. “the only thing you should be proud of with me is yourself. i’m nothing compared to that, alright?”

didn’t even know i wanted saving until i met you.

but the fact she helped--- helped turn her into the blossoming girl she was now, (a social star. a good kid, despite it all), well. it was nice. it was a nice thought. a good feeling.

“don’t even talk about inspiration. you’re half the reason why i came back here. why i even keep trying to do shit.”

she had to be good to make up for everything she had done before. she had to help people. had to try--- and she had to come back to school for morgan and krys. and now she had to try and be a better mom--- a mom in general--- for them.

jessica felt like she had been punched as the crock spoke again, the word ‘mom’ hitting her like a punch to the gut. it took all she had to not cry again, instead eyes watering for a moment as she threw her leg over the seat of the motorbike, sliding in behind the other. “okay, okay. deal. it’s easier to teach you if you’re up front, anyway.” handing the one helmet to the girl, jessica smiled, bright and large--- and genuine for once. no trace of joke or sarcasm behind it. “suit up, princess.”

#(interactions)#(krys crock)#(daughter)

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the little girl that santa claus forgot || morgan && jess

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oftheunpowered:

the thing about the holidays was that they sucked. it wasn’t anything new; they’d been a shitty time for as long as morgan could remember, but she’d always had this grand vision of her life after leaving foster care. she’d thought maybe after she turned 18, she’d have a real holiday, doing what she wanted to do, not feeling forgotten about, and maybe even spending it with people she was close to.

the only problem with her plan was that it required her to have someone she was close to. and so when her foster parents had invited her back for the holidays, she’d accepted. at least this way, she could pretend she belonged to the family. plus, she’d get to go back to her old neighborhood and take some pictures. she did occasionally get homesick for the art studio down the block, or the library three streets down, and she wanted to snap some photos.

she gave her foster family generic, store-bought gifts, but she’d also packed a small photo album when she left, tucking it deep between her clothes and doing her best to ignore it. on christmas day, she’d pulled it out and set it with the few gifts she’d gotten, staying up late into the night, hoping to hear the buzz of her phone or the ring of the doorbell. when it never came, morgan wasn’t surprised; the act was more tradition than anything. she’d started waiting up to see if her mom would come for christmas the year after her dad had died, but she’d never hoped for it. the foster system didn’t exactly cultivate hope for very long anyway.

when she returned to aeterno, she’d left the little book by her bedside for a few days, debating what to do with it. on the one hand, there was a small box of unseen art projects and gifts intended for her mother. on the other hand, they were now on the same campus, and morgan didn’t really have an excuse to avoid giving the handbound book to her, so morgan made the trek to the faculty apartments, ignoring the nervous pit in her stomach.

she knocked on the door frame stepping into the room awkwardly and holding out the book rather tentatively. “uh, this is - for you. its a book. i uh, made it,” morgan stopped and drew in a breath, not meeting jess’s eyes. “it’s just art, mostly abstract paintings or photographs, but um - happy holidays.”

when break had been announced jessica had been one of the first few to leave. she had said her goodbyes, of course, but then had been in her car headed for her little apartment in new york. the idea of staying with someone for the holidays hadn’t even crossed her mind, honestly. everyone had family she was sure they’d rather stay with--- it wasn’t like she was much of a holiday person.

that didn’t mean she hadn’t bought gifts, though. she might not have set up a tree or anything--- kept her apartment the same and scowled at carolers on the streets--- but she did buy gifts. little trinkets that she wrapped and placed on coffee table to ignore until it was time to return to aeterno. then she had shoved them in her bag and now--- now? now they sat on her table in her school apartment. she had plans to give out one, (especially now that she knew krys had stayed at school during the break. didn’t even get a holiday with family), but some of the others--- she felt silly for buying them.

(did friends buy gifts for each other once they were grown? she had sent carol a gift but--- daisy. natasha. zatanna--- she felt stupid.)

one gift in particular, a little box with cheery reindeer decorating it, made her feel especially silly and bad. morgan was practically a grown woman now. she wasn’t even sure what the kid liked--- and she had only given her a gift once or twice before. why would she want a gift from a mother she didn’t know, anyway? jessica was sure it would just make her upset.

it’d just be another gift jessica put away. another tally in her box of things she had purchased for her daughter and then never worked up the courage to give her.

she hadn’t even called her or texted her on christmas. she was an awful fucking person. why would morgan want anything to do with her at all, even?

it was this train of thought that had jessica shoving the gift boxes into a bag one evening, only a day or two into having returned to aeterno. she wasn’t sure what she’d do with them--- maybe shove them into the closet for now---

a knock on the door distracted her from her mission. putting the bag down the woman opened the door, heart sinking and body tensing as she saw who it was. “---morgan. hey.”

swallowing, the woman stepped aside so her daughter could enter the apartment herself and furrowed her face in confusion as the teenager held a book out to her.

what?

what--- oh. oh god.

guilt hit jessica hard, sinking deep into the pit of her stomach. reaching out gently she took the book with shaking hands, carefully opening it to flip through it. “you made this?”

she made this. for her.

she hadn’t even called her on christmas.

she was awful.

“---i--- i got you something too.”

#(Daughter)#(morgan drew)#(interactions)

frcst-bitten:

“why wouldn’t i be proud of you?” the half hearted laugh that accompanied the question was watery, the woman’s eyes still full of tears and throat still tight with emotion. the idea that she wouldn’t be proud of krystal--- of her accomplishments--- how much she had grown--- it was absurd. “i’ve watched you grow so much this year. there’s so much to be proud of, krys. of course i’m proud of you.” she bit down on her bottom lip, smile wavering--- and choked out again with a half sob as the girl threw her arms around jessica’s waist. she could feel the frozen droplets against her torso, a sign the other was crying just as much as jessica was.

(at least there was that. though she felt like shit for hurting krys still--- let alone making her CRY.)

i’d love to have you as a mom.

the tears had stilled for a moment but, with those words alone the drew could feel them bubbling over, spilling down her cheeks. she could only pull the girl closer, ducking her chin atop her blonde locks, unsure of what to say in response. for a long time now jessica had considered krys family, knew the girl did the same--- but to hear it for herself. hear that krys loved her like a daughter loved a mother--- it was painful in a happy, relieving way.

she’d never be good enough for her kids.

(her kidS now. morgan and--- and krys. she’d never be good enough for them. she’d constantly have to make up for everything. every fuck up. but--- maybe she could try and to be a mom now. for both of them. because they deserved better but if krys wanted her--- she’d have to make herself better.)

and it was true, wasn’t it? she had been taking care of this kid now since she met her. they were bonded through experiences and then jessica had taken it further. made krystal her responsibility. and she had loved every minute of. loved every minute she spent with her.

loved her.

“---it wasn’t just me.” she swallowed tightly, running her hand down the blonde’s hair, smoothing it down in a comforting gesture. “you saved yourself. change can’t happen if you don’t want it to.” smiling, the woman pulled her hand up to wipe her eyes and swallow again, steeling her jaw.

she didn’t believe her. not yet. but--- she’d work on it.

jessica wouldn’t let her leave at least. wouldn’t let herself leave either. if she lost her--- it wouldn’t be on jessica’s part.

“---i love you, kid. don’t forget that.” she put her hand on the bars of the motorcycle, smirking after a moment, though it was softer than usual. gentler. “---you want to ride behind or in front of me?”

#(interactions)#(krys crock)#(daughter)

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“we’re a pair, then.” intended to be weapons. an army. and yet in the end— here they were. originals, alone in the world. or previously alone. they had made their own family, replaced the fuck ups that littered their pasts. that’s what mattered. they moved on. they were better than their blood and history. (at least krys was. she had a chance to keep moving on. be better than jess could have ever dreamed of being. jessica knew she would, too. she had come so far since their first training attempt together a year ago.)

she caught how krys cut herself off and jess felt her blood drain. she had caught it. jessica knew it. krys was smart, smarter than most. she would have heard it— or guessed. but if she wasn’t bringing it up— well. jessica wouldn’t mention it either. they could let it both die. no need to bring up things that could just stay dead. jessica was a fuck up. she wasn’t a mother to anything. abandoned her own kid. krys didn’t need to know the spider-woman felt that deep of an affection for her. didn’t need to get screwed over by jessica’s maternal love like morgan was.

she pushed those thoughts aside, face lighting up with a grin at the girl’s enthusiasm. it made her feel warm, good, (happy), to see the crock excited like a little kid over one bike. jessica knew it was something krys would have been into.

her grin dissipated though, happy laugh dying in her throat, choked out of her at the crock’s next words. you’re not my auntie jess anymore, are you? she could feel her heart in her throat, tightening with every beat. admitting it would be setting krys up for failure. she’d fuck her over in the end. leave her again. she wasn’t a good mom— was hardly a good role model even but—

but the tone in krys’s voice—

(and memories of an asleep krys calling her mom, mama—)

“you’ve got natasha,” jessica averted her eyes, swallowing hard, her voice soft and— pained. “i don’t want to take that away from you or her.” she paused, hands turning to fists, fingers digging into her palms.

“i’m a fuck up of a mom anyway. god, do i love you but— you don’t need that— you deserve better.”

“Well I always knew THAT. Of course, we’re a pair. Sarcasm and all.” Her expression was all glowing eyes and snarky, half-smiles, but the twitch of her lips gave way to an underlying sorrow. They were a duo, a dynamic duo, even, Bonded by the pain of their pasts, the harsh understanding that they’d had both nothing and no one. That there was no place in this WORLD for mutants with their abilities. For refugees of their past lives, fleeing a pre-determined history, desperately attempting to create their OWN.

And they had, together. Slowly, the two had begun to form something new, with Vindex’s help first and then Aeterno’s, the pair had developed a different future for themselves, adorned it with new meaning. And Krys was about to tell the Drew that, too, when the other’s words caught her off guard, throat swelling shut, a mess of butterflies flocking in her stomach and she feared maybe she’d be sick.

You’ve got Natasha. I’m a fuck up. I love you, but. You deserve better.

There was always a but.

“With all due respect, Jess, who are YOU to decide that for me?”

There was a newfound edge to her tone, words jagged as the cryokinetic fixes a look on her mentor, the same, strong woman who was now avoiding eye contact at the discussion of any sort of emotion. Krys had been there, just a year ago, so you’d think she’d be more understanding. And perhaps, given any other circumstances, she WOULD’VE been. But right now, because she’d put her heart on the line, one of those very rare occasions where she genuinely put herself out there, the Crock was HURT. And if Jess really wouldn’t say what she was feeling, well. Krystal sure as hell would.

“You really don’t get it, do you?” She ran her fingers through her hair, tugging at the roots, before returning her hand to her pocket and fidgeting with a three week old gum wrapper. “This is MY life. These are MY decisions to make. If you don’t WANT me, tell me, but FUCK, Jess, if I don’t love you, too. I do. So much.” A shake of the head, fingers curling around her lighter. But she wouldn’t flick it on. It was just her clutch, something to cling to. For now.

“I’ve already BEEN fucked up, don’t you see that? By people who claimed they were my parents but treated me way worse than you ever have. Sure, you call me princess, and force me awake at 4 A.M. But you GET me, and with you, I love all those stupid things, because they’re with YOU. I get that you’re scared, because I used to be, too. But never once have you fucked things up with me. Ever since I met you, Jess, I’ve been HEALING. And all I want is to return the favor, to be a —– good daughter —– to you…”

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it hit her hard--- the tone in krystal's voice. the hurt. she had hurt her. (look what you do, jessica. every single time. you hurt the people you should be taking care of.) she was trying to help her--- keep her safe--- do what was best for her--- and she still fucked it up. she always fucked it up.

jessica bit down on her bottom lip. hard, and kept her eyes averted, feeling her throat tighten more and more with krys's every word. she was right. she knew it in a distant, vague way. who was she to decide anything for krystal. especially since here she was claiming she was too fucked up to be a mom to her. didn't parents try and decide things for their kids? (she wouldn't know. her memories of her parents were distant, foggy memories only a five year old would have--- and of a dead mother in a hotel room.)

and yet here she was.

(if you don't want me---)

jessica could feel her heart breaking, a choked noise making it way out of her throat. (i want to be a good daughter to you---) she didn't deserve someone like krys. she didn't deserve morgan. she didn't deserve any love after everything she had done. after how bad she had screwed over her biological children.

"i never said i didn't want you---" she choked again, feeling her eyes water. the strain in her voice was apparent. "you and morgan--- you're the one good thing i've ever left in this world." they were both fucked up. little soldiers without a place. but krystal--- she was so much better than jessica. she kept growing. and learning. and changing. "you don't know how proud i've been of you--- i'd--- i'd love to have you as my kid. you're more than i ever deserves. i just---"

maybe it was something else too. the woman tried to blink back tears, voice going quiet a moment. "i don't want you to hate me. i don't want to lose you."

every important relationship she had in her life--- the died or ended up hating her in the end. she didn't want to lose krys too.

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frcst-bitten:

“Technically, I was made to be an army of super soldiers, but I was the first of my kind, and seeing as how I went so —– Off script —— ” She finished the train of thought with a shrug, whistling lightly to herself, nodding at Jessica’s words. It was —- Completely natural, in effect. The two of them together, talking about pasts that use to stay hidden, buried under defence mechanisms and repression. But with Jessica, Krys truly believed, the woman knew almost if not ALL of her secrets, and that was something she would never take for granted.

“Good luck finding something worse than princess,” Krystal groaned in retort, running through a mental list of pet names that irked her to no end. And still, princess was there. Right at the top. But the thought was cut short by a loud chuckle, and the blonde had to refrain herself from physically restraining the woman, lest she wake up the entire school, or worse —– Wake up KATE.

“HEY! Why are you laughing at me?! You were the one implying it!” She huffed her retort, chest puffed, before feeling her eyes widen at the other’s confession. “Wait, Kate is —– WAIT. How would you KNOW that, eve —– ” The phrase was cut short, jaw clenching shut, as she strained to hear what the other had begun to say. The slight stutter, Jessica NEVER stuttered, not like that. There was something she was omitting, a word the other had become FLUSTERED over. And she could assume what it was, but. For now, it would prove no good to touch upon it. So grinning she was, watching the footprints stamped into the snow as the two walked.

“Exactly! Just like kicking ass on Chris —– Oh, yeah, now I see how that could sound a bit weird. But in my defence, my entire LIFE has been weird, and —– holy FUCK, is that your BIKE?!” Now she was beaming, cold eyes warming with excitement, cold puffs of air clouding her features as she darted over to the motorcycle, buzzing about, reliving a stolen childhood, lost in the joy of it all, before FREEZING at the woman’s phrase.

“Yeah —- Family…” The word had meant nothing to her, not until she met Natasha, and now it seemed another had given it meaning, too. It was something she wanted reassurance about, however, and really couldn’t stop as her next words spilled out. “I know what you were going to say, earlier. About calling me your kid and all that.” She paused, kicking up snow with the tip of her boot. “You —– You’re not my Auntie Jess anymore, are you? I don’t think you’ve been for a long time. You’re —- MORE, than that. Isn’t that right?”

“we’re a pair, then.” intended to be weapons. an army. and yet in the end--- here they were. originals, alone in the world. or previously alone. they had made their own family, replaced the fuck ups that littered their pasts. that’s what mattered. they moved on. they were better than their blood and history. (at least krys was. she had a chance to keep moving on. be better than jess could have ever dreamed of being. jessica knew she would, too. she had come so far since their first training attempt together a year ago.)

she caught how krys cut herself off and jess felt her blood drain. she had caught it. jessica knew it. krys was smart, smarter than most. she would have heard it--- or guessed. but if she wasn’t bringing it up--- well. jessica wouldn’t mention it either. they could let it both die. no need to bring up things that could just stay dead. jessica was a fuck up. she wasn’t a mother to anything. abandoned her own kid. krys didn’t need to know the spider-woman felt that deep of an affection for her. didn’t need to get screwed over by jessica’s maternal love like morgan was.

but the tone in krys’s voice---

(and memories of an asleep krys calling her mom, mama---)

“you’ve got natasha,” jessica averted her eyes, swallowing hard, her voice soft and--- pained. “i don’t want to take that away from you or her.” she paused, hands turning to fists, fingers digging into her palms.

“i'm a fuck up of a mom anyway. god, do i love you but--- you don’t need that--- you deserve better.”

#(krys crock)#(interactions)#(basically my daughter)

frcst-bitten:

“That’s true, I’m completely, 100% original. The first of my kind, uniquely coded, AND I was invented much before Disney came up with THAT shitstorm.” Despite how much she loathed the term princess, or anything associated with princesses, and ignoring the fact that describing herself like the genetic clone she truly was brought upon her a reservoir of loathing, Krys couldn’t help the way her lips flourished into a genuine smile. The nickname was cute, if ever cheesy but —– She loved it, all the same. Only because it was Jessica, though. If anyone else tried something of the sort, they’d probably find themselves frozen to the ground. Jess, however, was the only exception —– If even only because the Crock had literally done just that to the professor, about a year ago.

“I bet you destroyed ‘em all, huh ?” Imaging the Jessica Drew in action only excited her that much more. To the cryokinetic, her mentor was a hero, and just the prospect of all the missions she’d achieved and lives she’s saved, well —– Krys was constantly brimming with pride.

“ I —– What ? ” She’d faltered, momentarily, in the hallway, tripping over her own feet and blushing light pink, a rare sight for the abnormally chilled girl. “It’s not really LIKE that, I mean… I don’t have a girlfriend, or boyfriend, or partner for that matter. I don’t think —– That’s not really FOR me… There’s actually, maybe a few people who I genuinely like, like THAT. And Kate, just —– It’s complicated. I mean, she’s my best friend, and what if she doesn’t like ME that way ?” She was rambling, nervous, babbling as she regained her balance and pursued behind Jessica, prepared to exit the doors of Aeterno.

“No, let’s not do any of that. It’s so —– overdone. You and I both know we’re much more… unique, to put it nicely. I say we make our OWN traditions.” she placed her hand on the door and gave it a push, eyes BROADENING at the sheer cold that rushed over her, the soft pellets of snow filtering down from above. She’d almost forgotten it was winter, holed up in Aeterno for several weeks. And the sight had her falling in love with nature. And with life, itself. “I forgive you, even though there’s no need to be sorry.”

“’course you are. we were made to be originals, weren’t we?” jess grinned, then paused a moment. “well, i guess i was more intended to be an army--- but all the others were fucked up and didn’t make it so. still original. plus they were just random hydra agents.” she dismissed the train of thought with a wave of her hand, smirk still half way on her face. joking was the only way she could really deal with her childhood and past, honestly. and even then it was mostly a defense mechanism--- but here it was different. she could joke and talk freely and not expect sympathy or pity in response. krys understood. she knew. and she could joke right back. (we’re fucked up but, we’re fucked up together.) “so. you’re princess to me. for now. til’ i think of something that irritates you more.” she emphasized this with a sharp smirk.

the sharp smirk shifted into a more gentle smile at the sound of adoration in the girl’s voice, though, jessica shrugging softly--- before bursting into a peel of laughter as krys tripped both over her words and feet. kate really had her up in a twist, huh?

“woah, woah. who ever mentioned girlfriend, kid? you’re the one who brought that up.” jessica grinned, smug and proud, watching the other. “besides, if we’re talking about the same girl--- she’s fucking smitten with you. not that i blame you. of course my k--- my number one student is pretty great.” she caught herself, face flushing for a moment, then quickly changed the subject. “and how many is a few?”

bracing herself for the cold night wind and the snow that drifted over, the agent gave a low huff, then shrugged. “our own traditions--- like kicking ass on christmas?” she raised a brow, moving to throw an arm over the girl’s shoulder, directing her towards the parking lot. this was something she was excited to show her. she had brought her motorcycle back to school. “---thanks. i’m still sorry, even if you think i shouldn’t be. we don’t--- have much family. i should have made sure the little i got was around for the break, at least.”

#(krys crock)#(interactions)#(basically my daughter)

frcst-bitten:

“Oh, yes. That’s exactly how the conversation went. All about how much I fucking ADORE being called Elsa.” She shuddered at the name, cheeky grin mimicking that of the older woman, one of her first genuine smiles in the last two weeks. This was perfect, to her. They could spend the rest of the night like this, fucking around and bonding, and she would’ve been happy. Anything as long as it meant reconnecting with one of the people she’s missed most in this world. One of the select few she’d actually let in, signed the lease to pitch a tent and stay in the hellish abyss that was her heart and mind. Without Jessica Drew, Krys would’ve gotten nowhere. She’d still be the same, programmed clone, under her father’s control, doing whatever it was she used to do.

If she were being honest with herself, Krystal still craved it, sometimes. But people like Spiderwoman kept her grounded and, for that reason alone, it had been quite awhile since her last relapse into villain-dom. Jess SAVED her.

But now the woman seemed almost deflated, like the prospect of imagining Krystal alone at the school harboured with it an aspect of guilt, and the Crock sighed to herself, cocking her head. “Don’t even worry about it, the holidays were never my thing. Besides, Kate was here. We spent a lot of time together. It was all okay. And you’re back now! That’s what matters, isn’t it?”

The hug rejuvenated her, everything Krys needed, and now that she was feeling both rested and reassured, the cryokinetic was pumped to get back into the field. “Very true,” she hummed to herself, following the professor and shutting the door behind them. “Looking forward to it.”

“did i say elsa? princess. difference. you’re my ice princess, not that disney knock off.” jessica grinned again, despite herself. despite the guilt twisting up in her gut, a wrenching feeling she couldn’t quite shake off. she fucked up. a lot. shield. clint. morgan. (morgan morgan morgan) she didn’t want to fuck up with krys. ruin her like jessica ruined everything else she came into contact with. krys understood her in ways no one else had in years, even carol. carol knew her, yeah, (and jessica loved carol, would always love carol like a bird loves the sky), but krys--- krys had been there. went through the same thing.

in a fucked up way they were made from the same mold. krys was her’s in everything but flesh and blood and jessica would hate herself more if she ever lost that.

“yeah? funny. same thing here. didn’t have much of holidays in fascist terrorist camp.” the spider-woman snorted, crossing her arms as she walked into the hallway, occasionally glancing back to make sure krystal was still there. (not that she doubted she was there just--- sometimes she had to remind herself everything was real and good.) the mention of the bishop, though---

jessica grinned. “little miss bishop, huh? just you two? all aloooone all break?” she waggled her brows, cheeky smirk inching across her face. “how ever did you pass the time?” her smirk fell for a moment as they made their way down the hall. “still. i’m sorry, krys. next time you two can come with me back to the city. we’ll have chinese on christmas and watch rudolph or whatever people do during the holidays.”

#(krys crock)#(interactions)#(basically my daughter)

frcst-bitten:

❛ I thought we talked about you calling me PRINCESS, ❜ Krys groaned in retort, fishing out the pillow from beneath her and playfully whacking the Drew with it. ❛ Getting comfy ? I never LEFT, ❜ she attempted a smile, but it faltered momentarily. Vacations didn’t fair well with the Crock, she never had anywhere to go, and ALWAYS ended up more lonely than before. Not that it mattered NOW. ❛ Sounds like fun, ❜ she offered as she got up, continuing their conversation whilst she changed into more appropriate attire, the sole indication that she was really looking forward to indulging in time spent with the woman she considered her mother, second only to Natasha Romanoff. Once she was ready, Krystal tied her hair into a ponytail, slung her backpack over her shoulder, and threw her arms around the woman, giving her a rare, genuine hug.

❛ I missed you … ❜ She whispered finally, stepping back and forcing any morose thoughts away with the flash of a grin.

❛ Soooo anyways —– Can I kick his ASS ? ❜

“did we?” the drew’s brow raised and her grin was particularly smug, practically beaming at the conversation. “can’t say i remember what we said.” she caught the pillow, cackling. “was it about how much you love the nickname? i think it was.” dropping the pillow back onto the crock’s bed, the mutate frowned at her next set of words, a deep guilt settling into her stomach. she hadn’t left. jessica had assumed she would have gone with natasha over break--- but she had been left here instead. shit. fuck. how awful was she? she left for the city and abandoned krys here to be with no one over the holidays. she knew for a fact the kid had never celebrated the holidays properly either. (not that jessica had either.) she had just left her.

she just kept fucking up more and more.

“should be,” forcing herself to smile, not let the guilt show, the brunette surveyed the bare dorm room as krystal changed, mind distracted now. she’d have to make it up somehow. at least she had the christmas gifts back in her apartment for later---

“woah,” suddenly caught off guard by the hug, the drew tensed for a moment before blinking and relaxing, arms wrapping around the blonde tight. “hey, kiddo.” she could feel her voice tightening, wavering just slightly as she held her. she had missed her. she shouldn’t have left her behind--- she’d fix it now. “missed you too. a lot.” laying her chin on the other’s head for a moment jessica breathed in it all before letting go.

“would i bring you anywhere you couldn’t kick someone’s ass?” she forced a watery smirk onto her face as she stepped back, heading for the door. “you can kick all the ass you want.”

#(krys crock)#(fam interactions)#(basically my daughter)

widxwwxlf:

Sonya narrowed her eyes at the woman. “I’ve been told to keep students out of this section. I was simply doing my job.” She told the sweaty woman. “Excuse me.”

jessica eyed the bodyguard, stance defiant and relaxed for the moment. she had been out of touch with the school for so long now--- hadn’t realized they had gotten new guards. she snorted, shrugging. “yeah, yeah. i know. why can’t the kiddos be back here anyway? or is that above your pay?”

#(sonya constantine)#(interactions)

frcst-bitten:

>>> It was another sleepless night for the Crock, who found herself consistently plagued with insomnia despite the fact that everyone was returning and she had her safety nets back. Sleep deprivation didn’t discriminate, apparently, and she had just been in the midst of winding down when she heard the reverberation of footsteps outside her dormitory. Peculiar.

Gritting her teeth, the blonde snaked into her bed, pulling the covers over her to fake rest, when suddenly the door creaked open and the sheets were torn from her grasp, bright light SEEPING through clenched eyelids.

❛ What the FUCK ? ❜ Hissed she, blinking repeatedly against the harsh glare of the device, aqua blues adjusting only to make out the faint silhouette of none other than Jessica Drew hovering over her.

❛ —— Auntie Jess ? I —- Sure, actually. I wasn’t sleeping anyways, and —– ❜ I’ve missed you, she almost said, but instead shook her head and pushed herself up. ❛ —– Aaand it’s been a while since I’ve last trained with you, so it’ll be good to get back into it ! ❜

jess grinned sharply at the hissing from the blonde, one brow raised and flashlight still poised above her. “the one and only. morning, princess.” okay it was like four am, so, probably a little too early to be saying morning--- but whatever. “thought you would have figured it was me a while ago. getting comfy again?” she dropped the sheet to the floor, holding her hand out for krys with a grin. great. she had missed this. this kid. her kid. “awesome, because it’s a doozy.” she shook her head. honestly the case wasn’t that bad--- probably easy enough for her--- but any excuse to hang out with her crock. “big mutant activist vanished after coming to the city for a protest recently. gotta find the punk.”

#(interactions)#(krys crock)

it wasn’t probably the best way to greet her--- basically her kid. krys was as much as her kid as morgan was at this point--- but. still. no one ever said jessica drew was full of good ideas. plus she knew they both had been slacking on krys’s training. months full of slacking. (she blamed herself, mostly. horrible mom. horrible teacher.) but. today jessica had decided to fix that.

which was why she was standing above the girl’s bed in the middle of the night, flash light on and wrenching the covers off her. “hey. get up. want to go with me on a case?”

(she could multi task. train with krys and work on a case at the same time. she had this.)

@frcst-bitten

#(krys crock)#(fam interactions)#(r: krys tag)#(basically my daughter)

widxwwxlf

Sonya wouldn’t exactly say that she was ‘excited’ to have all the little brats coming back, but it would mean things were more lively. The blonde was roaming the halls again, looking for wrongdoers. She was supposed to be helping students move back in, but that wasn’t going to happen.

The bodyguard was starting toward the closed-off parts of the school when she found someone. “Are you supposed to be back here?”

lxstenupbitchcakes

she had been at the school less than twenty four hours and already was being questioned. her luck, right? the woman bit back a sigh and rolled her eyes, sipping from the water bottle she had brought with her as she eyed the blonde down. she had been coming back from a workout when--- well. you get the picture. “yeah, pretty sure i am. teacher title gives me that privilege last i checked.”

#(sonya constantine)#(interactions)

lxstenupbitchcakes

❝ it’s deep dish pizza. ❞

“——okay. i might be willing to eat for deep dish pizza. but only for you.”

lxstenupbitchcakes

thebossofspace:

“Yes,” Carol took the personal victory and stepped in. “Before you ask, this is all yours,” she said as she set the box down. “I had some earlier.”

jessica grinned, rolling so she was facing carol on the couch before sitting up. the woman patted the seat beside her, then held her hands out for the box. “eh, you know you can always have some of mine anyway. sharing is caring, blah blah.” she grinned again. “glad you’re back, care bear. and with pizza. it’s a bonus.”

#(carol danvers)#(interactions)#(best friend)

❝ it’s deep dish pizza. ❞

“------okay. i might be willing to eat for deep dish pizza. but only for you.”

#(carol danvers)#(best friend)#(interactions)#thebossofspace

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