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STARGIRL (2020-2022) ↳ 2.04 Summer School: Chapter Four

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New chapter of Suburban Legends is up! :)

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Yolanda...?

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“We don’t drink. Not 21″

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Thinking about Rick making a big deal of buying Beth’s first drink on her birthday when she does turn 21.

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BETH CHAPEL TURNS 21 TODAY

Y’ALL KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS

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⭐ stargirl ⭐

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courtney whitmore + afternoon sinkers | inspo.

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Suburban Legends

Chapter 8 is up!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63785020/chapters/167377903

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Chapter 7 is up!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/63785020/chapters/166953310

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Remember when Rick broke a full on rib and he just sat there in pain and risked internal bleeding so he could act tough in front of his crush who was OFFERING to help him feel better?

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Today has been a very nostalgic stargirl day

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STARGIRL (2020- ) ↳ Summer School: Chapter Six

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I read like one fic where Mike and Rick interact and now I need them to be brothers

Ooh! You mean like this?

~.~

And then they were five

Rick walked into the house and immediately spotted the grocery bags, the fancy ketchup, and—wait. The smell of burgers. Was Pat... grilling?

"Something’s wrong," Rick said flatly, dropping his backpack on the floor.

Mike looked up from the couch, a controller half-slipping from his hand. "Wait, you feel it too?"

Rick shut the television off with the remote, then tossed that to Pat’s recliner out of Mike’s reach. 

“Hey!” 

He gestured at the scene in front of them. "Pat only grills midweek when he wants to butter us up. I asked for steak on a Wednesday two weeks ago and he laughed in my face."

Pat poked his head in from the kitchen. "Hey boys! Dinner’ll be ready in a bit. Sit tight, alright?"

Rick and Mike exchanged a glance. “See?”

"He’s gonna tell us something awful," Mike agreed. "I bet I flunked math."

"You flunked math last year,” Rick said, lifting Mike from the couch with a solid yank. 

"Yeah, but I bet he found out again."

They both sat stiffly at the kitchen table until Pat returned, drying his hands on a towel. He looked almost... nervous. Stacks of hamburger patties sat on a giant platter in front of the three, but no one took anything. Each one waited for someone to break the awkward silence. 

"So," Pat finally began when it became clear there would be no semblance of small talk about how their day went in middle or high school. "I wanted to talk to you two about something important."

"Here it comes," Rick muttered under his breath.

"As you two know, I’ve been seeing Barbara for a while," Pat said. 

Mike blinked. "Like... relationship-seeing? Not hallucinations-seeing?"

Rick groaned. "Shut up, Mike."

"Yes, relationship-seeing," Pat said, clearly trying not to laugh. "And... I’m going to ask her to marry me."

Mike’s jaw dropped.

Rick barked out a dry laugh. “Good one.” He reached for a hamburger and started fixing it with the dressings. It wasn’t until he had a thickly assembled meal on his plate that he looked up again to see Mike’s jaw still planted to the carpet and Pat looking like he had gas pains. "You’re serious."

"I am. I wanted to tell you both sooner, but—"

"But what?” Mike seemingly recovered. “You just ‘forgot’?” He lifted air-quotes, accentuating his sarcasm. 

“He knew we’d be pissed,” Rick surmised. “So he conveniently omitted his life-altering plans until the last possible moment.” 

“You’re gonna marry some lady we’ve known for six months and just expect us to... what? Be cool with it?"

"It’s been ten months," Pat said. 

“So? It took you two years to find adoption papers!” Rick argued. 

"I thought you liked her."

Mike choked. "Enough to ask her to tuck me in at night?! And get Courtney’s long curly hair stuck in our shower drains? Hell no!” 

“How would that even work?” Rick asked, bouncing off his brother’s lament. “We don’t have another bedroom for Courtney.”

Mike’s eyes widened. “We are never, ever, ever, ever sharing a room. I know my human rights!” 

Pat sighed, long and weary.

Rick narrowed his eyes. "What else aren’t you telling us?"

Pat hesitated. "Barbara intends to move to Nebraska. If all goes well, we’ll be moving there before the new school year. I just put a bid on a house in Blue Valley."

Silence.

Then, in perfect unison:

"What?!"

Mike stood up. "You’re moving us? Like—out of state?!"

"Is this some cruel joke?” 

“No,” Pat replied. “I’m sorry, boys. I didn’t know how to tell you. I knew it would feel like another upheaval.” He finally began to eat as his sons abandoned their supper. 

“This is our home!" Rick snapped. "You took me out of Blue Valley so I could escape my uncle, what makes you think I’d ever want to go back there? You can’t just uproot everything—"

"Rick might be a loser but I’ve got friends here!” Mike cut in, pacing ‘round the kitchen like a madman. “I’ve got clout at school. I have a high score at Pleaky’s arcade. We’ve got the garage!"

Pat held up his free hand. "I know it’s a big change. But I really care about Barbara, and we could all use the fresh start. She makes me happy."

Rick crossed his arms. "What about us?"

Mike added, "Yeah, what if we don’t want a stepsister?"

Rick’s voice dropped. "What if we don’t want everything to change again?"

That one hit harder than he meant.

Pat softened. "I’m not trying to replace anything. I just want you both to be part of this. Of something good."

“I’m almost 16, I don’t have to do what you say.”

“You’re 15 and you’re my kid now. I have every right to tell you to do what I say,” Pat shot back. 

Without a good retort, Rick stormed out of the house with an eloquent, “Fuck!” 

“Language…!” Pat called after him, but Mike merely shook his head. “Think he earned that one.”

“He’ll be back when he realizes he’s starving with no cash.” He reached over and beckoned Mike over. “C’mere,” he said. “Do you really hate Barbara that much?” 

Mike rolled his eyes and relented. “No,” he said. “She’s fine. She’s nice.” He pulled a face. “She’s not my mom.”

Pat licked ketchup from the corner of his mouth, and used the same thumb to smooth out a cowlick on Mike’s forehead. “It used to be the two of us for a long time.”

“Yeah.”

“But you love Rick.” 

“I tolerate him,” Mike allowed. 

Pat smiled. “You’ll learn to tolerate Barb and Courtney too.” 

“Not if Barb says no, she won’t.” 

“Great,” Pat deadpanned, shuffling Mike’s hair and ruining his earlier progress. “That’s some nice faith you got in your father, son.” 

Later that night, the boys sat in the garage.

"So...Barbara, huh?"

Rick didn’t smile. "Weird, right?"

Mike swung his legs off the workbench. "Do you think she’ll respect us?"

"I guess. Her kid’s... loud."

Mike snorted. "She’s literally the same age as you."

Rick laid down on his back, eyes on the ceiling. “I don’t feel like I’m 15.”

"You think she’s gonna try and be our sister?"

Rick shrugged. "Doubt it. But Pat’s serious about this."

They sat in silence a while longer.

Then Mike said, quieter, "He looked happy though, didn’t he?"

Rick didn’t answer right away. 

“Dude. You’re like talking to a NPC. Say something.”

“I know I’m supposed to care about Pat’s happiness and shit, but I don’t.”

"Well, damn. Don’t say something, then.”

“You asked.” 

Mike sighed. "So we’re really moving to Nebraska?"

Rick nodded. "Looks like it. And trust me, Blue Valley is worse than it sounds."

Mike bumped his shoulder. "At least I’ll still have the grumpiest brother in the state."

Rick rolled his eyes. But this time, he smiled.

"Yeah," he said. "Lucky you."

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Another from the backlog!

Also another "ink spill" drawing, this time of Beth Chapel aka Doctor Midnight.

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Ch 5 & 6 are up!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63785020/chapters/163549063

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Oh my god, our kid is the first female quarterback in college football!

STARGIRL (2020-2022) ↳ Frenemies: Chapter Ten | The Killer