Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader
Word count: 1.1k
Synopsis: A prank makes Hobie question reality.
Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, dad! Hobie, mum! Reader, parent AU, Twin AU, Billie and Ramona AU, fluff.
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The shared bedroom smells faintly of lavender from the newly washed sheets, and cinnamon from the late night snack you just had. Now that your cravings have been satisfied, and with Hobie none the wiser to your snacking, you can finally go back to sleep. But with the babies now kicking relentlessly inside your swollen belly, you can’t even close your eyes. It’s like your upstairs neighbours suddenly decided to use their vacuum at three a.m.
It doesn’t hurt as much now that you’re used to their kicking, it’s a mere small annoyance when the novelty of your babies using your uterus as their personal trampoline playground has ceased. You confess that sometimes you love it when they decide to do a little Irish jig, especially when Hobie giggles whenever their tiny feet can be seen briefly on the surface of your skin. He calls them his little xenomorphs. A nickname that you hope doesn't continue on after they’re born.
You’re a day past your due date, and Hobie’s jokes about overcooking the babies has made you laugh a few times, but you can’t wait to see and hold your babies in your arms. As of now, you’re contemplating whether to go to hospital and ask them to induce labour just so you could get some much needed sleep. But you know that once they're born, you won’t be doing much sleeping either when they're already so hyper before they could even inhale their first breath.
You can already imagine them all bundled up in those cutesy blankets that the band gifted to you and the soon-to-be dad. All those grueling morning sickness, the aching and the weird cravings will finally end, and will be worth it once the first cry reaches your ears. All that crying, you definitely need to stock up on some sleep. But it seems that the sandman evades you, your mind is just too occupied with thoughts of holding your babies and dressing them up in the bear onesies you impulsively purchased during a night like this.
As you stare boredly at the ceiling, daydreaming about the birth whilst the babies jump along the walls of your stomach, you suddenly get a brilliant idea. One that could have Hobie jumping out of bed in a panic, or with him getting pissed. But you know him well enough that he’ll be chuffed with you pranking him back after all the times he did throughout the years of being with him. You can finally get back at him after all the spider babies jokes he made.
Grabbing your phone, you search for an audio of a baby crying. You then grab a towel nearby, bundling it up perfectly to insert your phone inside, making it look like that a baby is all cozied up in it. Meanwhile Hobie’s still in dreamland, snoring softly, face smooshed on the pillow that will surely leave indents on his skin. His foot twitches in his sleep, murmuring something akin to his deli order.
Giggles bubbling up in your throat, you bite your lip to tamp it down as you cradle the blanket in your arms before pressing play on the audio.
The sounds of a baby crying bounces off the walls, and just like you predicted, Hobie stirs in his sleep. He snorts, eyes fluttering half lidded as you stifle another laugh.
“Hobie, baby, it’s your turn.” You gently pat his bicep, waking him up further as you act like you’re bouncing the crying baby in your arms. With a well timed yawn, your acting deserves an oscar.
“Wha—?” Sitting up by his elbows sleepily, he blearily blinks at you then over to the bundle in your arms. His voice sounds heavy, laced with sleep. “Sorry, love, give her to me.” Smacking his dry lips, he reaches for the towel with gentleness.
“She just won’t sleep, I’ve done everything.” Pouting, head resting on the headboard, you wish that you’re recording the scene. The way he cradles the empty bundle whilst he coos in the dark, you already know that he’ll do a great job when the actual babies arrive. “I’m sorry for waking you up, I’m just so tired.”
He doesn’t stop patting the ‘baby’ gently as he gazes at you through sleep ridden eyes. “It’s alright, lovie, it’s alright.” Now he’s the one shushing you with kindness. “I have her, go back to sleep—”
Hobie blinks heavily, and you bite your lip, stifling a guffaw as you watch his face slowly morph into realization. “Wait, where’s the other one?”
You swear you almost cracked right there and then. “What other one?”
“We…” his face scrunches together like he’s trying to solve a maths problem. “We have two, I know we have twins.”
“Baby, no, we only have one. I would know, I’m the one who squeezed her out.” You can practically see the cogs in his head turn. “Hobie—”
“What happened to our other baby?” The way he said it so softly in an almost broken tone has you aborting the prank. “Lovie, where’s our baby?”
“Hobie,” chuckling, you gently yank at the towel, unveiling it. He looks like you just told him that Santa doesn’t exist when he only sees your phone's screen light. “It’s a prank.” You feel too bad to even gloat.
His brown eyes flick towards you, narrowed, lips pursing together. “You cheeky… shit! C’mere!” A grin suddenly appears on his lips, lunging at you, mindful of his strength and your belly, he wraps his arms around you, pecking relentlessly at your neck and face.
Your guffaws echoes around the flat as he tickles your side. “I thought you were mad!”
“Mad?” Leaning away, eyes sparkling as he beams down at you, his hands pause from his tirade of tickling. “Love, that was bloody brilliant. You really got me thinkin’ that I went home to a different dimension.”
Your brows raise in surprise. “Does that happen usually? Wait, has that happened before?”
“Nah, not to me, love, don’t worry I would know.” He reassures you with a loving pinch to your nose.
You exhale a sigh of relief, “good, I thought you—” there’s a sudden throbbing ache in the pit of your stomach, followed by a wetness under you. Your heart skips a beat, immediately knowing what that means. “Hobie…” Your wide eyes meet with his.
Snorting, Hobie grins. “Did you piss yourself from all the ticklin’?”
Your head shakes slightly, lips tugging into a smile. “I think you should grab the go bag.”
“Why would I— fuck!” He rockets out of the bed, sprinting and tumbling briefly when his foot gets caught by the blanket. “‘m good.” Standing in the middle of the room, acting nonchalant, he turns to gaze at you with frantic eyes while his chest heaves.
“You’re chill?” Teasing, your grin lightens up the whole flat.
“Very, ‘m the chillest bloke you’ll ever meet.” Grabbing the bag with a not-so-subtle trembling hand, he walks back towards the bed, reaching to help you get up. “Let’s have the babies, plural, yeah?”
Your palm slides to his own. “Let’s meet our girls.”
Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader
Word count: 7.7k
Synopsis: A date night gone wrong.
Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader except for clothing, Dad! Hobie, Older! Hobie, Mum! Reader, parent AU, Billie and Ramona AU, established relationship, CW drinking, CW food mentions, Fluff!
A special thank you fic for @hyperfix-wip ❤️❤️❤️
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“Dad’s acting weird.”
Billie and Ramona’s hush whispers freeze in place, muffled words hanging in the air, as they stop in their tracks whilst they sit around in their shared bedroom. They both look at their younger brother, Kitt, with different expressions. Billie’s eyes are cartoonishly large, shocked at the sudden intrusion. While Mona raises a questioning brow when their little brother has never set foot in their bedroom, the last time was when he was a toddler asking them to play with him.
Mona beckons him over wordlessly, before her twin follows with the same gesture as if they have a secret of their own to be told.
Kitt sucks in his teeth, shutting the bedroom door quietly as he hears your giggles in the kitchen, probably because of a joke from their dad.
“What’d you hear, Kitty?” Billie whispers, patting the bed as she scooches back. Mona twists in her seat on the carpeted floor, chin resting atop the mattress, eyes boring into him like always.
“It’s not what I heard, it’s what I saw.” Sitting down, his sisters are intrigued by his words. Kitt rubs a hand over his tired face, almost a mirror of their dad’s exasperated look. “Dad picked me up from the debate club like always,” they stare at him with anticipation. “and he was all…weird when I got in.”
“How weird exactly?” Mona scrunches her nose at her brother.
“Details, Kitt, we need details!” While Billie snaps her fingers at him, prompting the ten year old to scoff and push her hand away.
“He called me ‘kiddo—’” They both gasp, before simultaneously rolling their mirrored eyes. “What? He doesn’t call me that! You both know that!”
“That’s it?” Billie scoffs, grabbing a chunky plushie, giving it a squeeze, head falling atop its soft head. “We thought we’d get more juicy details.” Her voice is muffled by the toy.
“W–well, that’s not all.” Both of their attention are back on him. “He was hiding something in the backseat jus’ under his jacket. I think it was a bouquet because it smelled like one but he never gave it to mum when we got home.”
“No!” Billie’s face contorts into agony.
“Bee, calm down, it’s probably jus’—” Mona tries to placate the older twin with a hand on her arm. But Billie brings the plushie to her face and screams into it. “A misunderstandin’, I swear you want a career in theatrics when you’re such a drama queen.”
Billie lifts her head up abruptly, scoffing loudly, offended by her twin’s comment. “This is mum and dad that we’re bloody talkin’ ’bout!”
“I don’t get it.” Kitt’s worried look says otherwise. “I mean, I might be wrong, it did kind of smelled like mummy’s perfume.”
“Please, mummy doesn’t use her flowery perfume unless there’s a special occasion.” Billie’s hands move around wildly, and Mona has to restrain her hands before she accidentally hits their little brother just like before and a few times before that. “Plus, we also think that daddy’s actin’ weird.”
“Don’t forget that mummy is actin’ weird too.” Ramona corrects casually, her tone is straight forward, stable like always but judging from the subtle knit of her brows under the light of Billie’s princess lamp, she’s just as concerned as her twin and little brother. Albeit more quiet and keeping the worry all to herself.
“Well,” Billie’s shoulders sag, biting the inside of her cheek. “That’s true.”
“What did mummy do that’s so weird?” Kitt’s worry is shown by the way he curls his legs against his chest and hugs it tightly.
“When she picked us up from practice, we stopped by a dry cleaner’s before she bought us ice cream—”
“You lot got ice cream?!” Kitt’s furrowed brows turn into an offended shock. “Where’s my ice cream?!”
“That’s why we love it when mum’s the one pickin’ us up.” Mona says in a sing-song tone, one that has Kitt blowing a raspberry at her.
“Can we focus on the bloody details?” Shaking her siblings, Billie brings them back on track. “She went to pick up her LBD from the dry cleaners, which, number one, she only wears that dress when dad takes her somewhere fancy. And B, she bloody hates the dry cleaners. She’d rather do it herself!”
“First off, what the bloody hell is a LBD?”
“And why did you start with a number then end off with a letter?” Ramona adds whilst Kitt nods.
“You lot are clueless.” Rubbing her face dramatically, Billie thumps her hands on her plushie with frustration. “An LBD means little black dress, also why are we glossin’ over the fact that she got us ice cream after gettin’ the dress from the cleaners, hm?” She pauses for effect. “To buy our silence!”
“That makes sense.” Thinking, the cogs in Ramona’s head turn as Billie spreads her arms with an ‘exactly!’ expression. “I don’t remember a special day today though. It’s not their anniversary, or any of their birthdays.”
“Unless we forgot.” Kitt’s eyes widen, snapping his finger in a light bulb moment.
“No, Kitt, we didn’t forget the date.” Rolling her eyes, Mona bites her thumb, a nervous tick of hers as she continues to think of a reasonable reason as to why their parents are being so weird and secretive around them. “Maybe they’re goin’ to a funeral?”
“That’s the reason you can come up with, genius?” Huffing, Billie scratches her cheek, accidentally nicking the star pimple patch on her face before wincing and putting it back on lopsidedly. “They would’ve told us and have either auntie Yuri or Uncle Ned to watch over us.”
“Or uncle James.” Kitt says with a grin.
“Mum will never let uncle James babysit us alone ever since he let us watch cabin in the woods.”
“It was a good movie though.” Mona chuckles at the memory of you literally shaking their uncle James and chastising him until he was pouting and in near tears.
“Wait, why is dad actin’ weird ‘round the two of you?” Scooching closer, Kitt whispers when his ears pick up the sound of your humming in the hallway before fading away into your shared room with their dad.
“It happened yesterday actually.” Billie understands when she also hears your humming and their dad’s familiar footsteps following right behind you. She waits for the door to close, even hearing the lock click in place before she continues. “Before we got in the van just before school, he was in a phone call, which he had to put down immediately when he saw us near the car.”
“Then he was actin’ all weird all of a sudden,” Mona continues. “askin’ us if we had breakfast and where you were even when he ate with us and you were literally at the front door gettin’ attacked by mum’s goodbye kisses.”
“Then, get this.” Leaning close as her siblings mirror her movements, they listen closely at Billie’s next words. “There was an unknown number callin’ him before you got in, Kitty, then he quickly canceled it at the speed of light.”
“I’ve seen him dodge a knife from goblin but I’ve never seen him drop a call that fast.” Ramona once again finished her twin’s sentence.
“So, what do we think it is then?” Frowning, hands wringing together, Kitt inhales deeply. “What if they’re—”
“Nope, nuh uh.” Hands shutting her ears, Billie frantically shakes her head. “I refuse to say it!”
“But, they’re not like that, right?” Ramona’s forlorn eyes is what breaks the camel’s back that has the siblings on edge. “I mean, they still love each other.”
“We still see ‘em kiss and hug.” Kitt embraces his legs tighter as Billie drags him to her side to hug him instead and gives him her plushie for comfort.
“That’s true, it won’t be like that one time with uncle Peter and MJ?”
Billie and Kitt’s attention turns to their sister, deeply frowning and disapproving of her comment.
“Definitely not.” Forcing out a chuckle, Billie snorts and waves the lingering question away. “They’re very much in love!”
As if on cue, you knock on their door, peeking through, hair tousled compared to before, whilst you have a giddy smile on your lips. “Dinner’s ready. Dad made pasta and garlic bread.”
Hobie peeks above your head, having the same lopsided smile as his hand cups your waist lovingly. “Last one down gets the butt of the toast.” He then bolts downstairs, which Billie immediately follows behind, leaving her siblings in the dust. She leans up to peck your cheek on the way down the stairs.
“Careful!” Chuckling, you watch Billie jump on her dad’s back on the stair landing.
“Bee!” Mona stomps her foot down before running after her twin, doing the same as she kisses your temple before sliding down the stairs on the bannister, gaining speed.
“Not fair!” Kitt pulls up his one lousy sock, almost tripping over it as you reach for him with a hand and a smile. “‘m goin’ to get the butt of the bread, mum!”
Wrapping him in your arm, you assure him with a pat on his back. “If we go down together then they won’t know who’s last, so we both won’t get the butt of the toast. And your dad doesn’t have the heart to give it to us, baby.”
Smiling, Kitt hugs back as you gently lead him down the stairs. He thinks that his worries are just that, worries, and something his own mind has concocted when there’s no proof to connect it all to. He’s sure that there’s a valid explanation to things and not what he’s dreading when his mum and dad are still absolutely in love with each other.
“What were you gossiping about with your sisters, hm? Any juicy details I can know?” You ask, matching his smile, seeing him hide his ‘caught digging into the cookie jar’ expression that’s reminiscent of his dad’s face whenever you catch him snacking in the kitchen with the kids at midnight.
“Uh, jus’ school stuff.”
“Is it about Tina? I heard that she’s dragging her feet through calculus and giving your sister the cold shoulder again.”
“Sure, mummy, yeah, it’s ‘bout…her.”
“Mona’s got her hands full with tutoring this year, I’m sure.”
Kitt listens in, watching your face light up when Hobie presents the dining table like one of the show presenters in the telly that you seem to love watching with his dad every Friday night. Your smiles and Hobie’s gentle hand sliding upon your palm makes Kitt forget all about his concerns when you still look undoubtedly in love with his dad.
—
“Billie! You’ll be late!” You yell up the stairs while Hobie helps Kitt with placing the finishing touches on his diorama.
“In a minute!” Your oldest yells back, huffing and puffing from the way her feet frantically stomps around her room, for sure still getting dressed at the last minute.
It’s never a dull moment in the morning in the Brown household with all three kids going to school now. You still remember the day when the girls were crying their eyes out during their first day in kindergarten. They weren’t the only ones crying on that day though, you’d think you would cry but Hobie’s stifled sob in the car when the girls were dropped off at school had you comforting him instead.
Kitt wasn’t any better though, he didn’t cry or throw a tantrum, he was calm and quiet, even a bit excited with his Spider-Man lunchbox in hand. But when your youngest went home that day with the deepest frown you’ve ever seen, claiming that he hates school and never wants to go ever again, you thought that you had to home school one kid. Despite all the hurdles, the girls are doing great in school, and thanks to their pep talk to their little brother, who looked like he wanted to burn the whole house down, he went back to school the next day and made a good friend that made school better for him.
All in all, you and Hobie did a great job with them, even when Billie stomps her foot at you, or when Mona gives you the silent treatment, and when Kitt is being smart with you, they’re growing up to be great someday. Just like their dad, who is currently struggling with the hot glue gun that’s burning his fingertips.
Wincing, Hobie flinches but finishes Kitt’s diorama of the London bridge that everyone had to pitch in last night and help to finish it before bed.
“There you go, Kittkat, I don’t have my fingerprints anymore but who needs it anyway, hm?” Messing his son’s hair, Hobie admires the work. “Spider-Man swingin’ on it is a bloody nice touch.”
“You only say that, dad, because it’s you.” Mona comments, struggling to put all her books inside her backpack that’s already full.
“Bein’ proud of yourself is a good trait to have, innit?” He says, fixing up Kitt’s afro when he gave him the signature Kitt death glare.
“Isn’t that jus’ pride?” She adds, smiling and joking around as Hobie tosses a popsicle stick at her which she catches effortlessly thanks to her inherited reflexes.
Chuckling, you take the bundle of books from her and put it inside a separate tote bag instead. “There, now you won’t end up having a hunched back when you’re twenty.”
“Thanks, mummy.” Smiling softly, Mona closes her backpack, and with your help, you put the tote bag around her shoulder.
“You’re welcome, I know you’re going to kill your presentation today.”
“I hope so, or it’ll end up killin’ me first.” Huffing, she tilts her head to look back at the stairs. “Billie, it’s not funny anymore! We’ll be late!”
You almost flinch at the sudden volume coming from your quietest child. Eyes meeting with Hobie’s, he makes a face, smiling as he kneels down to tuck Kitt’s trouser pants inwards lest he trips over them.
“I can’t find my favorite earrings!” Billie shrieks back, frustration rolling off her tone.
“The cherry one?” You and Mona say simultaneously, chuckling at each other briefly before you sigh and decide to help Billie or else she’ll suffer the wrath of her twin. “It’s in your ballerina box, Bee.”
“Cheese,” Hobie calls for his daughter as he stands back up, knees creaking. “Don’t forget that auntie Yuri’s goin’ to pick you all up later, yeah?”
“Why is auntie Yuri goin’ to pick us up exactly?” Like a detective, Ramona questions Hobie with a raised brow.
“I told you,” she could practically see the beads of sweat rolling down his temple. While Kitt watches on through suspicious eyes. “Your mum has her appointment and I have patrol.”
“An appointment to where?” Arms crossed over her chest, Mona goes head to head with her dad. “Hair salon, doctor’s?”
Kitt’s eyes widen at the last word. “Is mummy okay?”
“Mummy’s fine, drum Kitt.” He reassures with a cheek pat. “She has a thing at the library, the readin’ stories for kids, remember?”
“Right, yeah, I remember now.” For now, Mona backs off.
Humming, Hobie gazes at her through narrowed eyes before stomping over to her with his heavy boots and embracing her from behind, blowing raspberries at her cheek like back when she was little.
“Dad!” Giggling and kicking her feet about, Mona’s shrieks echo around the house.
“Why are you bein’ so nosy, huh?”
“I jus’ wanted to know!” She says in between giggles. “Daddy, my hair! Mum’s gonna kill you if you ruin it!”
With a roll of his eyes, Hobie brings Mona back down. Patting her head just to add to her annoyance, he lets out an obnoxious guffaw as he opens the front door.
“Start the car for me, Cheese.” Tossing the car keys at Mona, she catches it effortlessly whilst putting her backpack on. “Help Kitt with his project, yeah?”
“Yeah, yeah, dad.” Beckoning Kitt over, Mona grabs the diorama carefully and brings it to the car.
“Oi, Kitty.” Hobie yanks his son back by the strap of his backpack as Kitt scrunches his nose at his father. “Eat your lunch today, don’t want you gettin’ sick again.”
“But ‘m not hungry.”
Kneeling down to Kitt’s height, he realizes that his son has gotten taller when he has to crane his neck up to face him. “Jus’ eat a little bit.” Smiling softly, Hobie pokes his belly playfully. “Tell you what, have half of a sandwich and the orange slices and we’ll bring you to the record shop on the weekend, deal?”
Kitt thinks it over, a frown slowly replaced by a small smile. “Okay, deal.” He stretches his hand for a shake which Hobie gladly does before ushering him to the car.
Standing up, knees creaking, Hobie sighs in relief. “Billie Jean Brown!”
“Comin’!” Loud footsteps echo as she sprints down the steps. Billie almost falls from the last step but with Hobie’s quick reflexes, he catches her in time. “Mum found it, it was under my bed.”
“Good, next time keep it safe. Go, you’ll be late, again.” Patting her back, Hobie gently pushes her through the door whilst she giggles and mumbles about her being late ‘a team effort.’
Inhaling deeply, your palm lands on the small of his back, squeezing softly as he turns to you with a smirk. “Hey,” Biting your lip, he takes your hand and kisses the back of it lovingly. “Be careful out there, okay?”
“Always, lovie.” Soft eyes land on you, Hobie resists the urge to kiss you right there and then, but he knows that his children will be more tardy if he does. So he settles with a peck on the cheek, letting his lips linger for a second longer before pulling away. “Any plans later?”
Cheeks warm, hands clammy, you swear that a bead of sweat dribbled down your temple. “Maybe.”
“Yeah? Me too.”
“Hobie.”
“Hm?” His amused smile and raised brows has your heart aflutter.
“Go. We can’t be called to school again for their attendance.” Turning him around, hands on his shoulders, you usher him out to the porch and into the morning sun. But before you could let him go, you lean over and kiss his jaw sweetly. “Love you.”
“Love you, too, I’ll see you later—”
The car horn blares out with Mona at the wheel and looking frustrated at her parents. “Let’s go, please!”
Chuckling, and mirroring each other’s smiles, Hobie gives you one last look, winking over his shoulder before getting inside the car to face the day ahead.
—
Yuri’s car radio shakes the whole vehicle, punk rock music blaring through the speakers. Once she’s in the school zone, she lowers the volume but her loud singing persists as she looks for the carbon copies of Hobie.
“What’s up, banana one and banana two.” The brakes squeak as she stops in front of a waiting Billie and Ramona. “You two look like you need ice cream.”
“More like rum ice cream.” Mona mumbles under her breath, pulling the van door open and sliding inside with a loud relieved sigh.
“What clawed up her ass and did you steal her space pants again, Bee?”
“Not this time, auntie.” Billie huffs, sliding beside her sister as the door shuts with a thud. “Her presentation almost failed.”
“Because my groupmates didn’t do their part so I had to riff off what I read!” Mona slouches, looking miserable as she runs a hand on her face. “I knew I should’ve jus’ worked by myself.”
“Ouch, that’s rough, buddy.” Yuri pats Mona’s knee, giving her a small smile. “Extra scoop?”
“Make that three, please, auntie.” Voice muffled by her hand, Mona melts into the seat as Billie puts her seatbelt for her.
“My poor wallet but I’ll just ask your dad to pay—”
“Is that Kitt?” Billie suddenly lunges to the front of the car, pointing at her little brother, who’s currently walking further away from the car. “Where is he goin’?”
“Maybe he didn’t see us, hold on.” Worried, Yuri starts the car immediately and rolls it slowly beside the sidewalk where Kitt is walking. “Hey, I’ve got candy, hop in, kiddo.”
With his head buried inside a book, Kitt’s eyes widen for a moment before realization hits him. “Auntie Yuri! You scared me!”
Chortling, Yuri gestures for him to get in. “Come on, we’re all going for ice cream—”
“No, we need to follow dad!” Swiftly, Kitt heads inside the car in record time whilst his sisters give him similar looks, eyebrows raised like it was copied and pasted on their faces. “Let’s go!”
“Kitt, don’t be rude.” Billie flicks her brother’s forehead.
“You okay? What’s up with dad?” Mona looks over Billie and over to a wincing Kitt.
“Yeah, what’s wrong, Kitty?” Yuri’s concern is evident on her face.
“Remember last night when I said that dad was actin’ weird?” The twins nod. “I put a GPS tracker in his suit while he was asleep jus’ to see, and look.” Turning the book around, he reveals a flickering screen tucked inside the pages with the city’s map right on it where a red dot is moving quickly.
“You’re the one that’s actin’ weird, Kitty.” Billie nibbles on the end of her braids, eyes glancing at her brother then over to the screen.
“He stopped at our house an hour ago and he’s goin’ out again to where he already finished his patrol!” Groaning, he gestures wildly. “He rarely does that! And I didn’t hear any police chatter in that area.”
“So that’s where my scanner went!” Ramona scoffs, offended.
“Can’t you two jus’ focus!”
The girls lean close to the screen as Yuri blinks her confusion away.
“Well, that’s not weird, he sometimes goes home to eat or to go to the bathroom.” Mona, ever the realistic one, utters steadily.
“Yeah, but I bet he doesn’t go to a fancy hotel right after. Look.” Billie points at the screen, where the dot slows down beside a known hotel.
“That son of a—!” Grinding her teeth, Yuri revs up her engine. “Put on your seatbelts, kids!”
They do as they’re told, bracing themselves as Yuri probably breaks a dozen or so road laws in the process.
The ride to the hotel was filled with tension, apprehension can be felt through the trio as Billie gnaws on the ends of her hair nervously, Mona biting her thumb, and with Kitt wringing his hands together. Yuri was more furious though, rather than nervous, as if she already knew what her best mate is up to in his age with three kids and a loving wife at home.
As the car slows to a stop, the girls gasp at something, eyes wide as they point at the Hotel entrance. “There’s dad!”
“And he’s wearin’ a suit? With a bouquet of flowers?” Scrunching her nose, Billie is flabbergasted by the fact that her father, of all people, is wearing a suit during a random Friday. “Huh, he actually looks good.”
Kitt’s concern grows, slinking into his seat as his stomach turns into knots. His anxiety gnaws at him even further when her sisters gasp in tandem, faces falling as they see him go to the hotel bar through the wide clear windows as he sits beside a woman.
“Wait, isn’t that your mum’s car?” Yuri points at a parked car with the same make and plates as the family car. “Is she here too—? Oh.”
“Oh?!” Mona’s nerves escalate. “D’you know somethin’ ‘bout this, auntie?” Chest heaving, worried that her parents are tangled up with something bad. Or worse, something that she doesn’t even want to say out loud.
“Well, I’ve got a theory—” the car door suddenly slams open and out comes Kitt rushing outside, dodging cars as he sprints towards his dad. “Kitt!”
“Shit! Kitt!” The twins simultaneously yell, clicking their seatbelts off and immediately running towards him. People give them weird looks, and the valet does a double take at the running pair.
“Oh, fuck, gorgeous is gonna kill me.” Panicking, Yuri follows suit, a car honks at her which she gives the finger to as she makes it to the trio before they could catch up with a dapper looking Hobie.
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You stare at yourself in the mirror, the dress fits you perfectly, cinching just the right amount around your curves. As you smack your lips together, pinky cleaning up the edges, you back away further from the mirror to admire your handiwork. The red lipstick you chose is a pretty contrast to the black dress, and the dainty silver jewelry is the cherry on top. Not bad for someone juggling three kids and a vigilante husband.
Inhaling deeply, incessantly tugging down at your dress, your palms grow sweaty with every second you stare at yourself. You haven’t looked like this in ages when you’ve been so busy with attending recitals, helping with homework and tending to wounds, sometimes all in the same day. Twisting around, you nickpick at every little thing on you, from the small fluff sticking to the dress, to the loose thread hanging on the hem and a stray glitter on your cheek. You’re one misplaced thing away from yanking the dress off you and throwing it in the laundry basket.
After you fix what’s bothering you, you take deep breaths in front of the mirror. Nerves light up your senses as you spray your favorite perfume around you. The smell reminds you of Hobie when he gave it to you during one of the many anniversaries. It never fails to bring a smile to your face, until now that is. Nervous is an understatement, you feel like your legs are turning to jelly, hands trembling as you grab your purse, and fingers feeling numb as you take off your wedding ring and tuck it safely inside the bag.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Whispering to yourself, you take one last deep inhale and exhale before walking outside of the bedroom, onto the quiet house and out to the car.
There’s a lump in your throat whenever your eyes dart towards the empty ring finger on the steering wheel. Focusing on the road, you suck in your teeth as the car gets closer and closer towards the hotel. The building rises high amidst the concrete jungle, and you had to wipe down your hands on a handkerchief lest you coat the wheel with sweat.
You exit the car in front of the valet, smiling sweetly as you pass the keys to him. The building looms over you, big, sparkly and sleek around the edges that reminds you of James’ parents’ house during that one time you and Hobie visited for his birthday.
When you step foot inside, the automatic doors opening for you, the space is finely decorated and enormous. Marble floors and columns that are so clean that you could see your reflection on it. You take a whiff of the place, smelling like lavender with a hint of money lingering in the air. It’s all crystal chandeliers and rolling suitcases from business people around. It all makes you more nervous than before while you bite the inside of your cheek.
Suits walk around with their attention on their phones like zombies following a meat on a stick. Hobie would roll his eyes at them, and you’d chuckle and tease him about wearing an expensive suit as a dare. But you shake your head and wave the thought away from your mind, focusing towards the hotel bar just beside the lobby.
The place oozes with luxury, full leather seats, oak tables and warm chandelier lights that illuminate onto the fully stocked bar. Sitting down, you fix your skirt, clearing your throat as the bartender slides towards you.
“A martini, please.” The man nods and heads to make your drink for you.
Your ears pick up the sound of someone sitting on the stool beside you even though there are plenty of chairs to sit on. But you understand quickly when you get a whiff of a man’s perfume, burgundy and oak with a hint of citrus. Something that brings a smile to your face.
“A pint, please.” He places his order with finesse, warm eyes glancing at you just as you look back. A large bouquet of flowers sits beside his arm on the bar, dainty baby’s breath, red roses and pink tulips all bundled up prettily.
“Isn’t it too early for a pint?”
Chuckling deeply, he turns his attention to you. A tailored suit fits him perfectly, all black and sleek. The first two buttons of his shirt are unbuttoned, showing off stacked silver necklaces that match his chunky rings. There’s silver hair weaved through his locs, salt and pepper curls that has your heart racing even more. He loosens his cuffs, taking off the cufflinks and pocketing it all.
“Isn’t it too early for a martini?” He replies, a suave tone laden with his comment.
“Touché” You say above the rim of your glass. The alcohol warms your insides, giving you the much needed liquid bravery.
“Thanks, mate.” The man says as the glass slides to his palm, no wedding ring in sight.
“Waiting for someone?” You ask, throat still feeling the lingering warmth as your finger dances along the rim of the glass.
“I was.” Sipping on his pint, he swallows thickly, throat bobbing up and down as he sets down his glass. “Got stood up.”
“Lucky.”
He turns to you with a raised pierced brow. “How is that lucky, hm?”
“What I meant was, lucky me.” Fluttering your lashes, you smile brightly, giving him your most sultry look.
A smile replaces his confused look, giving you a friendly hand, rings shimmering, fingers lithe and long, the stranger looks deeply into your eyes. “Hobie Brown, might as well introduce myself to the lucky one.”
Taking his hand gently, letting his fingers wrap around yours, you shake him, pulse beating rapidly, easing more and more with every second he holds onto you. You tell him your name, and a familiar grin spreads across his face. “Nice to meet you.”
“You too.” Releasing your hand, his pinky lingering for a moment, his eyes never stray too far from yours. As if he’s looking deeply into your very soul, seeing you for who you are. “So, why are you ‘ere, love? Bloke stood you up?”
“Nope, I’m here for business. A convention.” You manage to say, feeling the warmth settling in the pit of your stomach.
“Fancy,” Hobie takes another sip, lashes fluttering as you watch his adam’s apple move whilst he swallows like you’re some lovesick teenage girl. With a thumb, he wipes the foam off the top of his lip, eyes honing in on yours as he licks the pad of his finger clean. He knows what he did, and sure enough, he gives you a smug smirk. “So, what d’you do?”
“Hm? What?” You blink, bringing yourself back down to earth. “Sorry, what did you say?”
Chuckling, Hobie reaches for your hand gripping onto the glass tightly. “Can I?” He asks but takes your hand gently off of the glass anyway. “There, wouldn’t want you shatterin’ it, do we?”
“No we don’t.” Sighing longingly, you shake your head, remembering that you should be the one flirting so effortlessly. “Um, I work in finance…yeah, finance.”
He tamps down an amused smile. “You look like it.”
“Do I?” You ask with a grin, before composing yourself, and clearing your throat. “Yeah, fancy job requires a fancy dress.”
Hobie hides his grin behind the mouth of his glass. “You look beautiful.” He says genuinely, foot nudging yours under the bar. “Fuckin’ gorgeous.”
You bite your lip, throwing a leg above the other casually. “And you look handsome, really…” your eyes glance him up and down before flicking your attention back to his soft eyes and even softer smile. “...hot.”
He almost chokes on his drink, “shit, you’re straightforward. I guess you deserve this more than anyone.” Sliding the bouquet over to you, paper crinkling as the scent of the flowers waft over your nose and triumphs over the scent of liquor.
“Why thank you. I do like tulips.” Your fingers dance along the petals, gliding softly, as Hobie finds himself glued onto the sight of your fingers. “Are you sure? Maybe your date will show up.”
“Who fuckin’ cares anymore.” Muttering under his breath, throat tight and fists curled around the other before he clears his throat and gathers his composure. “Nah, she won’t show up. What about your convention?”
Shaking your head, scooching closer, knee to knee as your hand crawls atop his own before he turns his hand to hold onto you fully. “I’m right where I’m supposed to be.”
“In that case, I’ve got a room upstairs.”
“Now who’s being too straightforward?” Whispering lowly, thumb rubbing along his wrist, his other hand reaches for your hip, warm and calloused as he grips onto you with familiarity that raises your heartbeat.
“Is that a yes or no?”
“Do I still get to keep the flowers if I say no?” The two of you inch closer to each other with every word.
He chuckles, a roaming hand sliding down further from your hip down to your thigh. “Of course, it’s yours now.”
“It’s a yes then—”
“Dad!”
A familiar squeak yells from behind, followed by a chorus of angry voices yelling the same name. Your whole family marches angrily towards you, and you shrink behind Hobie, chugging down your expensive martini before it goes to waste.
Hobie furrows his brows, spidey senses failing him as he turns and meets with the very angry faces of his children plus his best mate and a couple of frantic hotel workers lagging just behind them.
“Why are you cheatin’ on mummy?!” Kitt stomps his foot down, almost in tears but still absolutely furious.
“You wanker!” The twins yell at the same time. If Kitt didn’t gather enough attention before, they definitely have it now as heads turn towards the bar. Some shake their heads in disappointment, the others hide their faces behind the menu.
“Hobie, you little shit— oh hi gorgeous!” Yuri changes tune quickly when she finally sees you behind Hobie, unintentionally obscured by him and the flowers. “We fucked up, didn’t we?”
“Wait, what?” Billie furrows her brows, a face that’s a mirror of her sister’s as she squints her eyes at you, as if she barely recognizes you in your ensemble. “Oh, hi, mum— shit!”
“Billie, watch your language.” You say, albeit unsurely when you and Hobie are in the forefront of everyone’s attention.
“‘m so confused, what, why?” Mona rakes her hand through her hair, for the first time having no answer to her confusion.
“Mummy?” Kitt flashes his big tearful eyes at you, lips wobbling and fists tightly curled around. “What’s goin’ on?” He runs to you, and your arms immediately receive him, patting his back and pecking his temple. “I thought—” his face buries into your side, tears staining your dress, but you don’t mind as you kick Hobie’s leg to wake him up from his stupor.
You’ve seen him battle it out with a giant lizard and a living sandstorm but you’ve never seen him this frozen before. The last time he was this speechless was when you confessed to him.
“I—”
“Sir, please escort your children out of the hotel.” An employee says, wincing and nursing his shin that has a very familiar footprint right on his trouser leg.
“Right, sorry.” Hobie hops off his stool, slamming the bills onto the bar, paying the tab and ushering his family out of there.
People watch on with judging eyes, but you ignore them as Hobie’s hand upon the small of your back guides you and Kitt out. Ramona narrows her eyes between you and Hobie, while Billie hides her embarrassment behind the bouquet of flowers.
Yuri circles back, grabs the half empty pint and downs it all down, sends a wink at a woman staring from the end of the bar and does it all within a minute before following behind you and your family.
Once outside of the hotel and beside the family van, the trio turns to you and Hobie with similar looks of disappointment, confusion and anger. Which can all be seen on their faces, mirrored faces that are almost a carbon copy of Hobie’s handsome face. It’s like you’re being judged by his clones.
“Did you kick that poor bloke?” Hobie starts, only to be cut off by Kitt’s sniff. He then softens, crouching down to meet with his eyes. “Kitt, mum and I are sorry.”
“We didn’t mean to worry all of you.” You cross the small distance, a hand atop each girls’ heads, but neither of them relent, still furious as they refuse to meet with your eyes.
“Awkward…” Yuri says in a sing-song tone, leaning against the van door with a smile. “Oh boy, am I so glad that I don’t have a kid.”
“Yuri, kindly.” Hobie gestures for her to walk away.
“What about the kids?” She replies, sneaking a wink your way. “I mean, what about your plans?”
“Yuri, thank you for picking them up but we’ve got this.” You say with a much kinder tone than Hobie.
“In that case,” clicking her tongue rhythmically, she does finger guns at the five of you, before twisting around and walking back to the hotel with a pep in her step. “Good luck!”
An awkward silence envelopes around your whole family. The sounds of the car horns and the mindless chatter around adds to the tension.
“So?” Billie is the first to break the ice. “What’s all this then?”
“And why all the secrets?” Her sister finishes the sentence, arms crossed over her chest.
You glance at Hobie with trepidation as you bite your lip. Kitt doesn’t look any happier, his face is all scrunched up, pouting and mirroring Mona’s stance. Meanwhile, the twins demand an answer, and knowing them, they won’t leave without getting it.
“Well,” Hobie reaches for your hand, and you take it as he tugs you to his side. “We should get inside the van first.”
“Nah.” The twins say at the same time in the same steady tone.
“Right.” He glances at you unsurely. His hand squeezes you once, twice, thrice for comfort. “We were on a date, that’s all.”
“You could’ve told us.” Kitt finally adds with a face that mimics Hobie’s glower. “Like always.”
“Well, your dad and I wanted to keep this one a secret. Because sometimes, couples need some time alone together, and just be…” you turn to Hobie for an answer.
“Themselves, yeah, themselves.”
“You mean, without us?” Mona asks, biting her thumb as she sighs.
“Yeah, I mean, sort of.” You backtrack immediately. “Your dad and I have been together for a really long time, sometimes we need to find something new to do. And we haven’t been to a fancy place like this so we thought, why not have a date here, right?” You elbow Hobie’s side gently.
“Right! It’s like bein’ tired of the same pub so we go to another pub.” He side eyes you, looking for approval as you nod and give him a subtle thumbs up.
“That’s it?” Billie rolls her eyes and raises a brow. “We thought you two were actin’ weird ‘cause you were cheatin’ on each other.”
Hobie grasps onto his imaginary pearls, shocked that they would even consider that. “Mac, I wouldn’t do that to your mum, you all know that. That’s bloody horrible to think that we would do that.”
“We love each other, we wouldn’t even think about doing that.” You reassure further, as you see their demeanors ease up with every reassuring words. “My loves, we’re sorry that we made you all worry.” Crouching down, senses telling you to open your arms, which you do as Kitt quickly parks himself in your arms and hides his face in the crook of your neck. “Oh, I’m so sorry, baby.” Patting his back, the girls then glances at their dad simultaneously.
“We’re sorry, mac and cheese. We should’ve jus’ told you lot ‘bout our plans.”
Billie’s the first one to hug Hobie as Mona stands her ground.
“Mon-mon?” Hobie gestures for her as he hugs Billie.
“It’s okay to keep secrets sometimes but you both made Kitty worried sick.” She sniffs, frowning deeply. “You made us worry, we thought we’d have to celebrate two separate birthdays and two different holidays.”
Billie pokes her head out of Hobie’s side. “I thought we’d have to parent trap you two.”
You let out a chuckle as Billie then moves to you for a much needed embrace, which you hug back wholeheartedly. Ramona looks at the scene, decides back and forth but one look at her dad’s soft eyes, she crumbles and runs to him for a hug.
“I’m sorry for kickin’ the bell boy.” She says against his blazer, muffled by the suit. “And callin’ you a wanker.”
“That was you?” Hobie tries to hide being too proud in his tone lest they get used to kicking people. Especially after you glare at him briefly. “Maybe don’t do that anymore.”
“C’mon, let’s order something greasy and watch something cheesy.” You announce, pecking each of your children’s heads lovingly.
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The girls are all tuckered out as the movie continues to play in the background. Pizza boxes are all that’s left of dinner, dirty cups and plates are strewn across the table, along with a couple pints of ice cream because you just can’t say no to your babies that are quickly growing up. One day they’ll realize exactly what happened today, and it’ll shatter what they currently know, but for now, you’ll listen to their soft snores, watch their breathing rise and fall and cuddle up beside them until the day they decide that they’re too cool to hug you.
Ramona is curled up on her armchair, her quilt laid atop her, courtesy of her dad. Meanwhile, Billie is splayed on the longer side of the couch, arms spread, looking like a starfish as her favorite plushie threatens to fall from her side. Her quilt is kicked down near her feet, clearly sleeping unbothered without it. While you and Hobie are settled on the couch comfortably with Kitt on the precipice of falling asleep in between the two of you.
Your hand runs along his head, careful of his curls as you see his lashes flutter close. “You can sleep, Kitty, dad will carry you to bed.”
“I wanna see…” his voice falters, sinking further into your side. “...the toys get back together.”
“You’ve seen this movie a dozen times, Kittkat.” Hobie whispers, tucking the blanket under his chin.
Your son only answers with a hum, before finally falling asleep in your arms.
“Fuckin’ hell.” Hobie’s tensed shoulders eases up, head falling backwards on the couch as you let out a quiet chuckle.
“I know.” Nudging his foot with your own, he answers with his socked foot looping around yours in a sort of hug. “I think we did pretty well, considering.”
Hobie raises his head, an arm thrown behind you and over Kitt as the TV lights flicker on his handsome face. He now wears an old loose band shirt, and his typical black sweatpants all topped with his mismatched socks, a guitar and a bat printed on it. And yet, you still find him just as hot when he was wearing the suit. Hotter even when he looks more relaxed, surrounded by his kids and his lovie.
“Yeah, why would they think I’d cheat on you?” He still looks seriously offended by that.
“Look at it from their perspective, their usual punk dad was wearing a sharp suit while holding onto a bouquet of flowers and walking inside a fancy hotel that you’ve said wasn’t your scene.” You say with a smile, fingers inching closer to his, atop the back of the couch.
“That’s…yeah, I’d think that too. But, shit, lovie, you know I wouldn’t, right?” He’s the one to close the distance, tugging onto your hand as he holds you wholeheartedly. His wedding ring clinks against yours. “I wouldn’t in a million bloody years.”
“I know,” bringing his hand to your lips, you peck him affectionately as the frown on his face turns into a loving smile. “And I wouldn’t do that either.” His heartbeat syncs with you simply from the reassurance. “I gotta hand it to you though, you were good at roleplaying.”
“Yeah?” A giddy look appears on his face. “Oscar worthy?”
“Hmm, maybe more of a golden globe.”
“Ah, fuck off.” Joking, the two of you laugh, the sound that has Billie twitching in her sleep. He pats her, like back when she was still a baby and she immediately relaxes.
“I don’t think it quite worked though. You were right about the venue, it didn’t seem very much like us.”
“Oh, thank fuck.” It’s his turn to kiss the back of your hand. “I thought you were into it.”
“Well, I was way into the suit.” A smug grin appears on his face as he puffs out his chest. “You looked fucking fit but that really wasn’t our scene. It was too stuffy. I’d rather be at our pub sharing a plate of fish and chips or be at home watching crappy movies while we rag on it. It was nice though, for a minute or so until I remembered the price of the drinks.”
Hobie muffles his laugh atop the couch cushions. “Yeah, we could always try it again, in a different place next time, and with the kids knowin’ where we’re going. It was…thrillin’.”
“But not all the details.”
“Not all of it.” Hobie reiterates with a grin, thumb running along the back of your hand. “Maybe I should return the suit. We can afford it ‘cause you bein’ in finance and all that.” That earns a giggle from you that you have to muffle with a hand.
Biting your lip, you look at him with a flirty expression, bedroom eyes immediately have him sitting up straight with a lopsided smile. “Or maybe in a few days, what’s the rush? I still have the receipt anyway.”
Growing pains, exquisite title if you ask me. Billie and Mona going through the unavoidable heartbreak of early friendships or girls being mean to them at school. It's hard as a mom seeing your child feel the crushing reality of life, especially when they're young. OR OR- lighter note. R feeling a little out of it physically. Yeah Hobie tells her she's beautiful but she's been feeling down. Kids are the sweetest most honest creatures on earth and I know when I hear my little brother compliment me I melt.
I chose the latter! The first one's title tho was so perfect! I hope u like it, bestie ❤️
Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader
Word count: 2.1k
Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader (except for clothing), Billie and Ramona AU, twin au, dad! Hobie, mum! Reader, parent AU, CW insecurity, fluff!
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The person in the mirror seems to be a clone of you, same eyes, same face, same form. But the dark bags and fatigue ridden eyes, the worry lines, and the frumpy hoodie and basketball shorts you have on doesn't make you feel like you. The framed polaroid of you and Hobie smiling from ten years ago is within your vision, right on the same vanity that's older than your three children combined— the faded inked faces on it feels like it was taken a lifetime ago.
Your smile is right next to his, the way you dressed and the way the bright lights on the stage feel nostalgic, as if the photograph were from another version of you and Hobie. You look back to yourself in the mirror, the baby snot staining your hoodie, and greasy hair is a direct contrast to your younger self in the picture. She looks happy, and you are too, but you can't help but look at Hobie, handsome, kind, as if the ravages of time haven't had an effect on him— the insecurities can't be helped. It gnaws at the back of your mind, ebbing down to your baby food scented hands.
The sound of the baby monitor rakes through the silent room, Kitt's soft snores are music to your tired ears. And the muffled trickling of water from the bathroom already has your throbbing arms crying for reprieve in the warm soapy water. Hobie had to take an extra gig for tonight, and his lack of presence can be felt through your chest. Add that to his patrols, your mind thinks up other things that he might be doing without you. None of them are good. You blame the insecurities for it, you know he would never do something like that, or even think about it. But the person in the mirror keeps you from thinking otherwise.
Your frown grows deeper as you hear the soft knocks on the door. As if they don't want to intrude. You smile, unclenching your jaw, knowing who's exactly behind the old oak door.
“Come in, Mona.”
Her head peeks out, warm eyes blinking at you. “I need help, mummy.” The gentle tone and shuffling of socked feet has you concerned.
You kneel down to her height, arms open and ready to receive her. “Are you okay? Does your tummy hurt again?”
She makes her way towards you, curls bouncing behind her back as she briskly walks. From her cheery demeanour, you know she's not hurting anywhere. Her hands are on top of her pajama shirt, a light baby blue with bunnies printed on it. One that you remember you didn't help her put on before you tucked her and Billie in.
“What happened to the ducky pajamas?” You rub her arms, lips curled into a smile.
“I changed, it's not a ducky day for me.” Her voice is small yet sure of her statement. “Is that okay?”
“Of course, if it's not a ducky pajamas kind of day, then it's not a ducky kind of day.” You cup her cheeks, couldn't be helped as she looks adorable in the chosen ensemble. She smiles at you, her two front teeth missing after it both fell off into her morning cereal. The way Billie laughed at her sister made you and Hobie almost keel over, until it happened to her a few hours later during gymnastics practice. “What do you need help with?”
“The buttons.” She lifts her hands off, showing that the buttons aren't buttoned off quite right, looking lopsided. “I tried, mummy.”
“I know, baby, you'll get the hang of it eventually.” You gear up to teach her again, but she's already shaking her head. “Too tired?”
“Yeah.” She yawns, nodding along.
“Okay, but next time you have to do it yourself. Just like how dad and I taught you.” You say fondly as you reach and fix the buttons for her.
“Okay, why aren't you in pajamas?” Mona asks in her usual tone.
You chuckle, looking down at your appearance. “Your brother didn't want to sleep just yet, I only had time to brush my teeth.”
“Good job.”
You snort, laying down the pajama shirt like you're brushing the folds away. “For what?”
“For puttin’ Kitty to bed, and brushin’ your teeth.” She must've learned it from you and Hobie, praising her and Billie whenever they do a task and take care of themselves. “You smell nice.” Patting your cheek, you beam at her.
“I smell like your brother's baby food and his sick.” You appreciate the sentiment, and you know that she's being genuine and not just to be nice to her mum. So you grab her, hugging her and placing her six year old self on your lap. Mona giggles as you nuzzle your chin on her neck. “Thank you, Mac, you're very kind to mummy.”
“You do smell nice!” She exclaims after a bout of giggles. You're quick to hush her with a silent index on your finger, smiling against it. Your daughter cups her mouth, tamping down her giggles. “Like our strawberry toothpaste, and like baby powder. And pretty— prettier than a flower.” She whispers.
You never thought of it that way. Mona's innocent and gentle words have you almost crying on the crook of her neck. “Thank you, Mona.” You show your affections and appreciation with a kiss on her temple, and on her smiley cheek, right on her dimple. “C’mon, let's get back to your sister. She might be feeling lonely all alone.”
“Nah, she's inde–ptended!”
“Independent.” You press another fond kiss to her cheek and lift her up in your arms. You know you shouldn't be carrying her, and that your back would ache later, but your babies will forever be your babies and you'll carry them until you physically cannot.
“Independent.” Mona gives you a toothy smile, proud that she pronounced the big word correctly.
“Yes, good job, Mac.” You pat her cheek, carefully carrying her towards the shared bedroom. Passing by Kitt's nursery, you take a quick peek at the ajar door, seeing him still soundly asleep in his crib, chubby cheek squished against the cat plushie the girls gifted him for his first birthday.
“Is he sleeping?” Mona mutters near your ear, chin resting on your shoulder as she takes a peek at her little brother.
“Yes, he tired himself out with all the giggling.” That reminded you to send the video of Kitt playing tea party with his sisters to Hobie.
Gently opening the door, Billie's frown greets you as she's putting on her cardigan. “You left me, Mona!”
You're quick to quiet down the small outburst with an index finger to your lip. Billie purses her lips, arms crossed on her chest. “Thank you, Cheese.” Shutting the door closed with your foot, you place Mona down on the pink carpeted floors. She quickly closes the distance over to her twin, embracing her as an apology.
You grin at the scene, knowing that as they get older, this would become rare.
“‘m sorry,” Mona releases her fuming sister, “I needed help from mummy with my shirt.”
“You should've asked me.” Billie stomps her foot down. The double lava lamp on each of their bedside tables glow with pink and purple light, a relaxing sight as your tired bones have you sitting down on Billie's bed. “Right, mummy?” Her furrowed brows rise up as she turns to you. “No bath yet?”
You shake your head while she perches herself on your lap, just like how Mona did. “Not yet, don't worry I won't make your bed smell.”
“It's not that, mummy.” Billie nuzzles her face against your hoodie to make a point. “You should be restin’ too.”
“Oh what did I do to deserve such angels.” You squeeze her tight, bringing Mona to your side and embracing her too. “Thank you, I will rest but you two need to be tucked in again.”
“Can we wait for daddy?” Mona asks, voice muffled against your hoodie.
“I'm sorry, he said he'll be home late.” You rub their backs for comfort. “But don't worry, he's gonna check in on you two when he comes home, okay?”
“Okay.” They simultaneously say with a sigh.
“More time with mummy then.” Billie hops off, but before that she squeezes you as best as she could with her six year old strength.
Ramona gives you a kiss to your cheek, and you tuck them both in their adjacent beds. Mona has glow in the dark stars placed on hers and deep purple sheets and a silky pillow. Billie's bed is littered with princess and flower stickers, the glitters shining against the lava lamps. Her bright yellow sheets rustle as you help her get in bed while she fixes the silky bonnet on her head.
After tucking them both in and giving them a kiss on each of their cheeks, you head back to the shared bedroom. Quietly closing their door and taking a peek at Kitt, who's still sleeping soundly in his crib. With a smile and a lighter weight on your shoulders, you get ready for a bath.
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Hobie comes home the second your foot hits the warm water. The almost quiet thump of his boots on the doorway, and the jingle of keys were a dead giveaway of his arrival.
Steam rolls out of the bathroom as you exit, filling the bedroom with warmth while you tuck in a towel around you. The water is beckoning you over but you couldn't wait to hold him again. A low whistle echoes in the quiet, and as you look at the source, you see him in all his glory. All leather, plaid, silver and dripping eyeliner— but most of all, eyes gazing upon you like you're the only woman in the world. A simple loving gaze that wordlessly tells you that you're beautiful.
“I fancy this new fit on you, lovie.” He saunters over to you, all post show adrenaline and charm rolling off his tongue.
“I'm wearing a towel, Hobie.” You chuckle as he reaches for you, you meet him halfway, and his warm hands immediately glue onto your bare flesh.
“Exactly.” He kisses your jaw, sniffing and grinning against the kiss. “How were the gremlins?”
“Good…” you breathlessly sigh amidst the kiss. Almost forgetting about your worries.
“I'll make it up to you, I promise.” He continues to say whilst kissing you, the back of your knees hit the bed, and he holds you up with a gentle yet firm hand on the small of your back. “I've got news. Remember that bloke I talked to you about? The one who kept appearin’ in every gig?” You hum, eyes closed. “Turns out he's a producer, got us a record deal, love.”
Your eyes flash open, almost dropping the towel as you lean away from him. “What?!”
Hobie chuckles, shushing you gently with his ringed index over his lips. “Yeah.” He says as if he couldn't believe it either. “Wanker dropped a contract in front of us after a show and jus’ smiled.”
“Holy shit.” You tamp down your excitement with a hand on your mouth. “I'm so happy for you and the band.” You whisper yell, hugging his neck as he dances with you on the bedroom floor. Lifting your head up, you wipe away the mascara on his cheek with a thumb. “I'm proud of you, you deserve this, Hobie.”
“Couldn't have done it without you, love. You're my number one fan.” Cupping your cheek, he places a heavy kiss on your lips. You move your head away, and he chases your lips. “Do I smell that bad?” He jokes, face scrunched up all apologetically.
“No, but I haven't showered yet.” You squeeze at his nose, making him smile. “I'm really proud of you, Hobie. The girls will be so happy for you.”
“For us, this is for us too.” His arms wrap around your middle, dancing you to the sound of the baby monitor. “And fuck off with that, you could swim in the bloody Thames and I'll still snog you.” Even after all these years, he never failed to charm you.
“What a boost of confidence, Hobie.” You say it with the whole truth, he makes you feel like when you two first dated all those years ago— loved, as he stares at you like you're a goddess reborn.
“I have a way with words.” With an arm under you, he swifty lifts you up as you squeal at the sudden movement. “I'll scrub your back, you scrub mine?”
“Only if you wash my hair.” Giggling, he kicks the bathroom door open.
“Deal, I'll even put lotion on you.” He says with a wiggle of his pierced brows.
Imagine Vamp!Hobie and R in the future, watching over their half-vamp babies and checking to see which powers went to who 🤣 originally meant for the twins, but baby Kitt can make a special appearance too
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I could not sneak in kitt here but i hope you still like it, bestie!! ❤️
Pairing: Vampire! Hobie Brown x fem! Reader
Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, vampire AU, vampire hunter! Reader, Billie and Mona AU, dad! Hobie, dad au, mum! Reader, CW blood mention, based around my series (in pursuit of blood), fluff!
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“Hobie, what are you doing to our baby?” You ask by the doorway while Hobie looks inside Billie's mouth with a tiny flashlight.
“Playin’ dentist.” He says matter-of-factly while Mona gurgles on his lap. Billie's playing along with her dad, milk still on the corner of her lips, eyes— your eyes, staring at him with amusement from where he's cradling her.
“Really?” You drop the duffel bag filled with crossbow arrows to be stored in the garage where the girls will never get a hold of. “Because you look like you're checking to see if her fangs are out.”
Hobie clicks the flashlight off, giving you a narrowed look as his hand grasps his chest like he's offended by your words. Billie blows a raspberry, milk bubbles popping and making herself giggle. “How could you accuse me of somethin' like that?”
Ramona looks at you, arms stretched in front of her. She looks adorable in her cat onesie. While Billie grasps at her velvet blanky that's draped over her rose printed onesie. They're a carbon copy of Hobie, all except for his vampire qualities.
You raise a brow, walking over to them on the playpen. “They just turned one, Hobie, they can't talk and most of all, can't ask you to play dentist.”
“You could never know, they're dhampirs. I heard their development is quicker.”
You fake a loud gasp, earning a happy shriek from both girls. “They are?! I didn't know!”
Hobie rolls his crimson eyes, tugging at the hem of your pants to sit you down next to him. “‘m jus’ sayin’, look at Bella's kid! Rose somethin'. She was an adult within a week.” You shudder at the thought of your girls suddenly waking up as teenagers.
You swat his hand away and sit down, he tries to hide a victorious grin but fails when Billie nuzzles her chubby face on his chest. Taking Mona from his lap, you cradle the back of her as you gently carry her in your arms. You're basically an expert at carrying babies now, you figured that it's no different than juggling a dozen wooden stakes in your arms. The only difference is that your babies are much more adorable.
“First of all, Bella isn't real, and second, that's not even her daughter's name!”
Hobie pulls you closer to him with a hand on your waist, smirking from ear to ear. “I knew you liked that shi—” he peeks at his girls, and then over to you, whose eyes are warning him. “—shiz.” He sighs in relief at the save.
You roll your eyes. You worry that your girls would get that trait from you and Hobie, then you two would really have your hands full. “I don't, I'm just an attentive watcher.”
“Right, what's the kid's name?”
“...Renesmee.”
“Exactly.” He pokes your chest playfully, then makes a face at the name.
“Fine, then why are you even looking for their invisible fangs?” You wave off the accusation. “If it's not appearing now, then it'll never come out.”
“Your tomes told you that?”
“Actually, yes.”
Hobie quiets down, sighing as he rests his head on the couch behind him. “I was jus’ checkin’.”
Your eyes soften, cheek placed on his shoulder while Mona slowly falls asleep in your arms. You hold out a finger for Billie to hold, and she immediately grips at it, trying to take a bite. You don't mind it since she's just teething, and her baby teeth aren't fully out yet.
“Do you want them to have fangs?”
Hobie gazes at you, palm kneading at your thigh. “Jus' maybe the powers that come with it. They're gonna need it, y’know?”
“I know, Hobs.” Kissing his shoulder, you help ease him out of his mind. “It won't be easy for us, for them. But we'll be right there for them at every step of the way. They have a hunter for a mom and a thousand year old vampire as their dad. They'll be fine.”
“And a werewolf aunt, a clairvoyant uncle and a powerful warlock uncle on their side.” He says with a smile, staring fondly at his twin daughters. “They'll be alright.”
“We’ll be prepared for the shit that's coming. If someone's brave enough to cross us.” Billie continues to nibble at your finger, gums biting desperately.
Hobie lifts his palm and cups your cheek, pressing a brief yet sweet kiss on the corner of your lips. “So I can't say it but you can?” He asks with a teasing glint in his wine red eyes.
“I whispered it so it doesn't count— ow!” You yank your hand away as the piercing pain ebbs on your finger. Billie giggles loudly, happy while your blood trickles down her lips, and a peek of a tiny fang pokes through her smile.
May I request our baby Kitt being older and getting ready to address some politicians at a televised town meeting or rally and just inadvertently roasting the hell out of them with his questions 🤣 bonus points if Hobie and the twins are just cheering him on in the background
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@hyperfix-wip baby Kitt!! I hope you like it! And belated happy birthday to you, twin! ❤️❤️❤️ Ps. I don't know anything about uk politics so don't quote me on some of the details 🤣
Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader
Word count: 4.2k
Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, parent AU, mum! Reader, dad! Hobie, twin AU, Billie and Ramona, Kitt, CW food mentions, fluff!
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It's election year once again, and the senators are on their campaign trail. The city hosts the debate event to entice the whole city to vote, and watch the younger generation grill the politicians. And it's a chance for the politicians to prove themselves against a bunch of children and maybe sway the votes their way. It's Kitt's debate team who are chosen this year, granted it's not exactly the academy awards, but people go out of their way to come and support the kids. Usually it's an uneventful debate, but sometimes, on rare occasions, it turns into something you'd see in a presidential debate where the kids don't back down from whichever politician they're beating up with words.
“Got the camera, dad?” Ramona asks as she hops off the car and out into the town hall meeting. “We need to record the exact moment the sweat starts beading down his ugly face.”
“Mona, we don't call people ugly.” You tell your fourteen year old while Hobie helps you unbuckle your seatbelt. You've told him a thousand times that you can do it yourself, but he has developed a habit of it ever since you two started dating. It's a habit that he refuses to shake off.
“Sorry, mum.”
“Yeah, because he can't help it.” Hobie murmurs as he clicks the seatbelt off while he's still reaching over the console and giving your shoulder a chaste kiss.
“Hobie.” You chastise him but you can't help the smile appearing on your lips.
“What? Politicians are an exception, love.” Chuckling, knowing that he has won, he leaves the car and quickly makes his way to your side to open your door. All without missing a beat and before you could even pull the handle yourself. He's still smooth years later. Holding out a hand to you, he helps you get out of the family car. “Got the camera?”
“I thought you got it?” Your face falls, and Hobie grins, patting his back pocket. “Is this revenge for eating your yogurt?” You roll your eyes, smacking his bicep playfully. Still lean and full of muscle just like ten years ago.
“No, I don't hold grudges.”
“Says the man who always reminds me to always lock the back door with that same smug look.” You poke his cheek while your three children groan right behind him. Wincing, you give them an apologetic look as you hop down from the well loved van.
You notice that Kitt looks clammy in his suit you perfectly tailored just for him. Maybe he's still irked by how you almost made him late by taking numerous pictures of him, and with the family. He looks adorable in the dark three piece outfit, even though he specifically asked you to make him as menacing as possible for the debate. You can't help but pat his cheek and coo at him, making the youngest Brown swat your hand away.
“There was a bloody deer, love. It almost ate Billie's hair.”
“That's true. And she has a name y’know.” Billie says seriously, if you didn't know your daughter you'd think she was actually serious about it.
“Oh yeah, what's her name?” Mona loops her arm around Billie's as they walk towards the city hall. She gives you a look, signalling you that they're gonna go ahead and find a seat for everyone. You're so attuned to your girls that the three of you can have a wordless conversation.
“Uh, Darlene the deer? Duh!”
“Very convincing, Bee.” Their playful chatters wavers off as they go ahead inside the venue.
You don't worry too much as their figures shrink away into the crowd, knowing that they can handle themselves and they have the place memorized because they've been in the same place as their little brother in the debate club a few years ago. They've got the medals to prove it.
Hobie, always the charmer, holds your hand, and pats Kitt's head with the other, very careful not to ruin the hair they both painstakingly did for two hours this morning. Despite the comforting touches from you and Hobie, he still looks like he's about to faint in the parking lot. Add the fact that your chatterbox of a son is now quiet as a mouse, it's cause for concern.
Hobie gives you a look, brows pinched together and lips clamped shut. “You alright, little spider?” He leaves your side and crouches down to his height. Kitt is smaller compared to other kids his age, maybe his growth spurt courtesy of Hobie's genes; isn't coming in just yet. He is still only nine years old, or what he always says ‘nine and a half.’ Hobie's back is all scrunched up, boots folding but he doesn't seem to care while his attention is fully on his son.
“Dad.” He whines, lips frowning and pursed together. His expression reminds you of Hobie when he saw you eating his yogurt. “I told you I don't like gettin' called little spider anymore.”
“Alright then, Kitty.”
Kitt sighs and stomps his foot at the childhood nickname that his sisters gave him when he was barely a day old. “I don't like that either.” His frustration rolls off of him, making your instincts go off.
Hobie glances at you, now fully worried. “Sorry, what's botherin’ you, hm?” He gently rubs his son's arm, voice gentle and soft, one he reserves only for his family.
“I—” Kitt frowns deeper, your own eyes staring at you with tears building up in his lashes. “I don't know, dad.”
You crouch down next to Hobie, and Kitt immediately goes to your side and half hugs you. He hides himself or tries to as he forgoes getting embarrassed in front of so many people to hug his mum.
“Are you scared?” You ask softly as you rub his back. “It's okay to be scared, you know.” Eyes flicking towards Hobie, you can feel his heart cracking at the sight of his little boy looking so small and terrified in your arms. It reminds him of his own childhood.
“I know,” Kitt sniffs but hides his tears with a calculated wipe with his sleeve. “It's not like the same scared when dad was teachin’ me how to swim.”
“Where do you feel it, Kitt?” Hobie asks, one hand holding onto the small of your back and the other on Kitt's shoulder. “In your stomach?”
Your son nods, cupping his belly as you feel a tear slide down your shoulder.
“You're anxious, and that's normal.” Hobie winces when his youngest climbs onto your lap and you're forced to sit on the pavement. Good thing you're not wearing white or a skirt. “Kitt, it's alright, yeah? We know you prepared for this, you're ready.”
“What if I stutter? Just like durin’ nationals.” Kitt lifts his head up from your neck, cheeks wet and eyes shining under the sun. “Or what if I say something and he gets mad?”
“If you do stutter, you'll catch your words again, I know you will.” You accompany Hobie's words with a squeeze around Kitt's middle. His hands are sweaty on your shoulders, and his tear stained cheeks almost makes you want to carry him home. Almost. “And if he gets mad at you, he won't do anythin’, he's all bark and no bite, remember? Just like we practiced and researched.” He ducks to meet with his son's downturned eyes. “Just take a deep breath, inhale and exhale.”
“You'll do great, baby.” You reassure as you press a sweet kiss on Kitt's temple. “We'll be right there in the audience and if you feel stage fright just imagine that it's just us watching you.” Giving him another squeeze, you and Hobie can practically see his head churning.
“‘m just—” Kitt frowns deeply again, emotions swirling around him. “What if he does somethin’? He's so powerful, just like what we read.”
“Oh, sweetheart, is that what you were worried about?” Embracing Kitt, you cup the side of his head as if you're protecting him from unseen dangers.
Hobie smiles softly, a calloused thumb wiping away the tears. “Osborn was too, and dad stopped him didn't I?” Eyes shining, Hobie wraps an arm around him. “He won't do anythin' to us,” Hobie nudges Kitt, voice low and gentle. “If he does, he won't get close.”
Kitt's eyes widen, looking up at Hobie for comfort while you continue to hold him. “You'll go all Spider-Man on him?” He whispers.
“For him? I'll go Prowler.” You know that Hobie's completely serious. He's ready to don the other suit if it gets to that point. And this time, instead of protesting the appearance of the other vigilante from bygone days, you nod.
A smile slowly spreads across Kitt's face, expression brighter as he laughs. “No, you won't, dad.”
You play along, wiggling Kitt and laughing with him. Hobie smiles, but his previous comment lingers above you and him. “It's silly, right?”
“Very silly.” Kitt inhales deeply and untangles himself around you to hop off your lap. “Thank you, mum.” Giving you one last squeeze as he hugs you, you look over his shoulder to beam at Hobie while giving a thumbs up.
“No thanks to your old man?” Hobie opens his arms and Kitt chuckles as he goes over to his dad. He immediately embraces Kitt, shaking him in place until his boyish laughter echoes around the parking lot.
“Thanks, dad.” Kitt says in between giggles as Hobie lifts him up and carries him like he's still a two year old who was begging to be carried.
Hobie gives you a helping hand up while he balances Kitt on one arm, all the while his son tries to escape his grasp. You take his open palm with a smile. He then lifts you up on your feet and as you spring up, you quickly put your arms around them and press a kiss on Kitt's cheek.
He remembers to be embarrassed now as he makes a face and manages to escape from his dad's hold. “C’mon, Bee and Mon are waitin' for us.” He walks ahead of you and Hobie, making sure he looks both ways before crossing.
“Don't go too far, Kitt!” You exclaim and you see him walk slower for you to catch up but when he sees a teammate, he's running away towards them. “Great,” you sigh as Hobie wraps an arm around your waist, guiding you inside the venue. “Did we do good, Hobs?” Your shoulders sag as you lean on him.
“He's smilin’ now, lovie, ‘m sure we did.” Pressing a chaste kiss right on your temple, he resists the urge to kiss you again. “He'll do great.” As if reading your mind, he tugs you closer and squeezes your hip lovingly.
“Were you really serious about bringing *him out again if that happens?” You ask, voice barely above a whisper as you two follow behind Kitt who was greeting every teammate, teachers, and parents he knows.
“Yes.”
You don't know why but the single word has the butterflies in your stomach fluttering around.
He leans towards the shell of your ear, whispering as his voice gets lower. A tone he only reserves just for you. “The Prowler can still come out even without a threat, y’know.”
Glancing at him, you smile, eyes conveying something the two of you only know. “I heard that his stuff is in the attic right next to the boxes of VHS tapes.”
Hobie's lips curl into a playful smile, mind taking note of the information.
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It didn't take long for you and Hobie to find the twins in the venue. After dropping off Kitt backstage with another comforting hug and encouraging words, you almost immediately found your girls sitting right in the middle of the theatre with their bags on each seat they reserved just for you and Hobie. It's impossible to miss them with Billie's sparkling eyelids and Mona's frantic waving at the both of you.
Hobie's hand stays on your back while the two of you wiggle your way into your seats. The girls remove their bags off the chairs and scooch over to sit next to each other so you and Hobie could make kissy faces at each other without bothering them. Their words, not yours. They're not entirely wrong as Hobie's chin is perched on your shoulder while his hand idly draws shapes on your palm.
“There aren't any snacks in here?” Billie cranes her neck around to look for a vendor walking around.
“Bee, this isn't a football game.” Mona says, hand placed on her sister's shoulder to make her sit back down.
“They should have popcorn at least, with the beatdown that's about to happen.”
“I have cookies and tootsie rolls with me.” You say as you rummage through your purse that Hobie calls a black hole because he can never find what you asked him to get inside.
“Mum to the rescue.” Billie sighs dramatically as she reaches over Mona to grab the packet of cookies. “Thanks, mum.” Mona swats her away from her lap, making Billie giggle.
“How about you, mon-mon? Tootsie rolls?”
“Yes please, I'll share with dad.” She hands Hobie a piece, but he's too focused on the stage right where Kitt appears from backstage and into the debate team table. “Dad? You want some?”
You rub the back of his neck, smiling at him when he turns to you. “Mona's asking if you want some candy.”
“Sure, cheese.” Hobie smiles at Mona, who places a piece on Hobie's palm. He returns his attention back towards the stage, eyes honing in on Kitt who roames his eyes around the crowd as he tries to find the familiar faces.
“You want some too, mum?”
“No, thanks, baby, I'm good.” You take the candy from him and unwrap it. “He’ll be okay, Hobs.”
Hobie exhales, and opens his mouth for you to pop the candy in. With a chuckle, you toss it inside. “I know, I just hope he's not scared anymore.”
“He probably is, but he'll push through.” Cupping his cheek, Hobie gives your palm a kiss while your voice turns a softer tone. “Just like his dad, hm?”
“And his mum.”
Your heart swells as he stares at you softly. Just as you're about to get lost in his eyes, you see Kitt waving at you from your peripheral. Nudging Hobie, the two of you wave back. Mona does the same, giving him a double thumbs up.
“Let's go, Kitt!” Billie exclaims and Mona had to slink down on her seat from second hand embarrassment. You and Hobie chuckle as you look at your daughter with pride. “What? ‘m encouragin’ him.”
“Oh, you are, sweetheart.” Holding your hand out to her, she once again reaches over Mona to give you a squeeze while Hobie takes the opportunity to grab a cookie from her packet.
Kitt's grin from the stage shines brightly, seeing him looking better than he did back in the parking lot has you grinning back. “Let's go, Kitt!” Cupping your hands over your mouth, you cheer him on.
Hobie laughs and joins along while Billie laughs in her seat. “Knock ‘em dead!”
Mona looks like she wants the old theatre seats to swallow her whole. You place an arm around her, and she immediately hides her face on your side.
“I should've stayed at home.”
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It's been thirty minutes since the event was supposed to start, and the politician is still nowhere to be seen on stage. They even played the national anthem without him. And yet the camera crew stays behind to film the whole thing, together with a known local journalist who will be the event's announcer. You could only hope that Kitt isn't too camera shy.
“Where's that wanker?” Hobie hisses in place.
“I already finished my cookies.” Billie sighs and pockets the trash. “At least Kitt looks calm.”
“He's in the zone.” Mona says, “he's going to destroy the guy when gets in.”
“When he gets in. He probably cancelled at the last minute.” Just as Billie says it, the blue suited man comes walking from the side of the stage to scattered applause. His security detail watch on from the sides and guards the doors.
“Thank you!” The blonde man takes the podium a few ways away from Kitt's table, waving to the crowd. The spotlights shine on him while the screens in the background show off the flag. It all makes Hobie's eyes roll. “Sorry I'm late, traffic.” He gives the crowd a smile that he always wears during the campaign, one that clearly isn't sincere from how his eyes are still and blank.
“That's it? That's his excuse?” Billie says and Mona shushes her sister. Billie flicks the shell of her ear in retaliation.
You can feel Hobie seething in his seat. The pleasantries start as the announcer welcomes everyone and presents the people on stage.
“Senator Robinson, welcome.” The mc greets him with a polite smile. “And of course our very own debate team from west London!” She says their school's name enthusiastically. “To start off, can you introduce yourself, senator?”
The suited man drawls his name on his tongue, eyes sharp as he greets the debate team who look at him with polite and curt nods. They'll dismantle him later, for now it's only pleasantries.
You inhale deeply, hands wringing together. Hobie cups both of your hands in his own, warmth seeping through you from his touch. He gives you a reassuring smile, leaning briefly to give you a chaste kiss to your temple. You hum thankfully as you squeeze his hand.
“It's my pleasure to be here. I always love helping out the children with their studies, just like in my platform where I'm planning to reform the after school programs.” The spotlights shine on him as he waits for applause, a few scattered claps reverberate in the near silent room. “Well, it's an honour to debate with you kids, how are you all doing? I hope you won't pull your punches!” He jokes, and a few chuckles can be heard. Kitt looks like he isn't having any of it.
“It's good to be here, senator.” A teammate of Kitt smiles tightly, her eyes shining under the harsh lighting. As the leader, she introduces herself and her fellow teammates and their team's achievements. Her serious demeanor is a far cry from how you last saw her at Kitt's birthday party where she ate a whole muffin in one go.
A hearty applause echoes around the venue. Billie even makes her claps louder and Mona makes sure that her sister doesn't scream out Kitt's name by glaring at her as a warning.
The announcer gestures towards the home team to start off the debate without any further delay. The leader glances at Kitt wordlessly, and you're on the edge of your seat.
The spotlights shine in his eyes, narrowed briefly as silence floats inside the place. Kitt glances at where his family is sitting, you and Hobie give him a comforting nod whilst his sisters beam at him. He inhales and stares directly at the senator, practically glaring at him. His expression reminds you of Hobie back when he was still the prowler. Hobie seems to share the same thought as he purses his lips and squeezes your hands.
“Senator.” The man smiles at Kitt briefly. “You said you're in for education and the children—”
“That's true.”
“Then why did you vote to cut the education budget durin’ your last term?” A collective gasp reverberates around the amphitheatre. You can feel Hobie trying to stifle a laugh right next to you. “Because of your vote, we didn't get a field trip to the museum like always, our after school programs are barely existent. Not to mention that because of you, our teachers still struggle to make ends meet.”
“Is that our son?” You mumble, blinking as you see the same kid you used to chase around the house to get a lizard from his hands. “Holy shit.”
“That's our son, love.” Hobie whispers to you, absolutely proud of his son as he watches Kitt speak like he owns the place.
“Is that bein’ for education, senator?” He finishes off. If only he had a mic to drop without damaging public property.
He catches the politician off guard. “W–Well, that's a very good thing to point out. You really don't hold your punches, huh?” He chuckles nervously and without humour. “And there was a very good reason for it, I had to vote yes on the budget cut so we could build a dam that saved a dozen rural areas during the last drought.” Chuckling, he once again waits for applause. “You lose some, you win some.” Eyes flicking at Kitt, you can see his jaw tightening.
“But this time, I'm going to make sure that we will win everything.” He continues, palm slapping at the podium for emphasis. Kitt's team are whispering amongst themselves. “I'm going to do everything I've planned, make it so every single one of my platforms get done for everyone's benefit. Not just in this city but for the whole country.” A lot more applause sounds out as the man smiles at the cameras.
The debate team reconvenes in their seats, and the leader nods at Kitt with fire in her eyes.
“Debate team, what say you?” The announcer asks.
Kitt clears his throat, and you unconsciously swallow down your nerves. Mona holds your bicep while Billie does the same to her sister. Hobie releases an anxious exhale, everyone's eyes are on your son.
Kitt straightens his back, palms splayed over his lap. “You had almost the same platforms and promises durin’ your last term, correct?”
“Well that's true—”
“Then why didn't you do all of those plans durin’ it then? You had the time, and the resources, but you decided not to. And now you're usin’ the same plans for your third run for senate.” The venue erupts in a collective applause, agreeing to his comment as the politician tries to speak above the noise and loosens his tie.
“Oh Kitt just fuckin’ killed him in broad daylight.” Mona chuckles out.
“Language, Mon.” You mumble as you stare wide eyed and proud at your youngest.
You and Hobie share a look, grinning from ear to ear as the whole debate continues further and the senator digs his own grave deeper.
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Hobie crouches down as Kitt meets up with everyone backstage. The youngest Brown collides with the oldest, hugging his dad as they laugh.
“You were bloody brilliant, Kitt!” He holds him at arm's length, still carrying him as his legs dangle while you look over Hobie's shoulder with your chin perched atop it. Grinning at him and laughing along.
“Thanks, dad, but can you please put me down?” He seems embarrassed from the baby-like carry, so with a chuckle, Hobie puts him down.
“We're so proud of you, sweetheart!” You exclaim, opening your arms to hug him. You expect him to refuse but to your surprise, he bounds over to you and embraces you fully with his face nuzzling against you.
“Thanks, mum.” Kitt says softly while his sisters laugh and poke at him. Making him unlatch himself from you to swat at their teasing.
Hobie closes the small distance towards you, watching as his little family play fights in the middle of the hallway.
“He got that from me.” He whispers right on the shell of your ear.
“His genius or the questioning authority bit?”
Hobie shrugs, reaching for your cheek to cup it and tug you closer to him for a quick kiss. “Both.”
“I agonized for nine months only to birth your clone.” He laughs at your joke, and you shake your head with a smile while Kitt tries to escape from his sisters to no avail.
“He got your kindness though,” you gaze at Hobie with fond eyes. “Your laugh, and how good he bloody looks with a suit on. Seriously, you two should match next time.”
You slap his chest, laughing with him. “You ruined it. And that was one time, Hobie!” Kitt's high pitched yells have you turning your attention back to your children.
“The guy almost pissed himself!” Billie guffaws, taking her little brother and placing him on her shoulder while Kitt yells. “Good on you, kitty!”
“I think it's safe to say that he's not gettin' any votes from ‘ere.” Mona giggles as Kitt kicks at Billie, prompting her to let go of him.
“This is velvet!” Billie gasps, offended at the shoe mark left on her jacket.
Kitt hides behind your legs as he sticks his tongue out at his sister. Hobie pats his head, shaking it in his grasp.
“Right, genius, ice cream for dinner, just like we talked ‘bout?”
“Can we really?!” He asks, wide eyed and grinning.
“What—?” You knit your brows at Hobie.
“Run!” With a grin, Hobie quickly grabs Kitt and fireman carries him while the girls follow suit, giggling as they sprint away from you.
“I want ice cream for dinner too!” You bolt after them, smiling as you playfully chase your family.
