#i know hes a smart boy. at least smarter than his dad and uncle. but hes just a wee bit too emotional </3

[tianhai03]

Wait no, Nero has half a braincell. He tried to fight Urizen with only one arm and after seeing Dante get knocked down despite Dante being significantly stronger than him

nero is debuffed by the fact that he gets angy too easily and it ends up making him dumber yeah LMAO

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In Case You Don’t Live Forever

~sixth chapter rewritten~

Pairing: Peter Parker x Venom!reader

Synopsis: you are Peters greatest love and Spider-Man’s greatest enemy

Series Masterlist

Two months later, you sat outside The Daily Bugle and impatiently bounced your leg. While waiting to see if your boss liked your first draft of the Cleatus Kassidy article, you reflected on your past two months in New York.

It was now June. You and Venom had fallen into a routine. You’d work on the Cletus article by day and go patrolling at night. Of course, being Venom wasn’t a nightly occurrence. You’d only go out eating once or twice a week. Still, you managed to have 11 run ins with Spider-Man.

You and Peter had become significantly closer in that past two months as well. You’d help him with his homework, though you secretly thought he was smarter than you, and he helped me with your story. Some nights, he’d visit you on your fire escape and watch the sun go down. You had no idea how he got there, but you didn’t care.

You’d send him science puns while he was at school and he’d bring you food and keep you company when You had writers block. Your favorite was the long talks on the roof. You would sit there for hours and tell each other everything. You knew all his secrets and he knew yours.

Well, not all.

But the best part of all was that every now and then, you’d catch the other staring. Then, the other would stare back until someone, usually Peter, started to lean in. Every time you thought you were finally going to take the next step, something would interrupt you. Whether it was May knocking or Ned barging in or Peters phone ringing. That was another thing about Peter. His damn phone was always ringing and then he’d have to dash off somewhere, leaving you with a random excuse or something about an internship. Sometimes, you’d wish he’d just throw his phone aside and kiss you already.

“Great work so far, L/n.” Your boss tore you away from your thoughts. “I knew you’d be right for the job.”

“Thank you, Mr. Jameson.” You stammered as you stood up. “I really appreciate you giving me this job. I was kinda blackballed back in San Francisco.”

“I know.” He shrugged. “But you ask the hard hitting questions that people want to hear. Once this article is out, I want you to write one on Venom.”

“Venom?” You gulped at her name.

“Yeah.” He nodded. “You know that scary black monster that’s been fighting Spiderman? I’m thinking an exposé on that menace webhead and his latest enemy, and I think you’d be perfect for the job.”


“I would love to.” You said quickly. “I’ll start researching right away.”

With that, you turned on your heel and left the building before Venom caused a scene.

“Monster?” Venom roared once you got in your car. “Scary?”

“I know.” You whined. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know he was gonna call you that.”

“His whole job is reading about the most dangerous criminals in New York. If he thinks we’re scary, what’s Peter gonna think?” Venom asked. You laughed in dismissal until you thought about what he said.

What would Peter think? What if you told Peter who you really were and he ran away? He was sweet and understanding, but how understanding could he possibly be when you tell him you can turn into a flesh eating monster?

That’s when you realized you were scared. You were scared of letting Peter in and him letting himself right out. You were scared of repeating the mistakes you made with Andy. No, not scared.

Petrified.

What if Peter didn’t like what he saw? What if he realized you were too messy to be with? Or had too much baggage? Peter deserved a nice girl. One with a normal family and friends. One without depression. One without a flesh eating symbiote attached to their immune system.

“What’s wrong baby?” Venom asked with concern. She cuddled around your neck and nuzzled into your cheek.

“I can never be with Peter.” You whispered, mostly to yourself. Hot tears of frustration filled your eyes so you looked up to keep them from falling. Admitting it felt like a fatal blow to the stomach. Venom tied your hair up with one of her arms and wiped the tears from your face.

“Why do you say that?”

You thought about it for a moment before answering. You didn’t want to tell Venom that you were feeling insecure. She freaked out on you whenever you said something negative about yourself. You didn’t wanna another 100 slide PowerPoint titled “why Y/N L/N is the baddest bitch in the galaxy”. Especially since forty of those slides were just pictures of your butt. You appreciated Venom wanting to help but you were feeling the kind of insecure that a pep talk couldn’t fix. You needed to figure it out on your own. So instead, you told her a different fear you had.

“Because. Look at us. We’re the only thing keeping each other alive.” You reasoned. “What if we get separated and die? I can’t become one of those people in Peters life who loved him and then left him. His mom, his dad, his Uncle Ben. I don’t want to die and leave Peter behind. He’s been through enough. He’d be so much better off without me.”

“We’re not gonna die. You protect me and I protect you. Nothing will hurt us as long as we have each other.” Venom assured you.

“I can’t protect you like you protect me.” You said softly. “I’m just a human. What if something happens to me and you die because of it?”

“Nothing will happen to you, Y/N. I promise. I won’t let it.” Venom swore. You looked at her and gave her a sad smile.

“I won’t let anything happen to you either.” You said, but you didn’t promise it. You knew you couldn’t promise it.

“And you can be with Peter.” Venom insisted. “On Klyntar, we mate for life. And we think you’ve found your mate in Peter.”

“What does that mean?” You wondered.

“It means we’ve become attached to him and will never be happy with anyone else.” Venom said. You let out a shaky breath as that wasn’t what you wanted to hear. You needed a reason to shut your feelings for Peter down.

“Like soulmates?” You asked.

“Exactly like soulmates.” Venom answered.

“Well what happens on Klyntar if someone is your soulmate but you’re not theirs?”

“Then we go into a cave and mourn until we die alone of heartbreak.” Venom said simply.

“That sounds about right.” You laughed sadly as you took a second to think.

“I’m gonna call that guy back.” You said suddenly.

“What guy?” She asked.

“They guy who asked me out at the coffee shop this morning.” You reminded her.

“The one with the stupid hair? Why would you call him?” Venom asked angrily.

“What was wrong with his hair?” You laughed.

“It was blonde. We like brunette.” Venom said with a devilish grin.

“His hair was fine.” You rolled your eyes. “And I’m gonna call him to say yes to the date.”

“Why would we do that when we like Peter?” Venom whined.

“Because if Peter doesn’t like us, I don’t want to die of heartbreak alone in a cave.” You admitted.

“He does love you.” Venom protested.

“We don’t know that.” You shook your head. “It’s just one date. I need to get back out there anyway. I haven’t gone on a date Andy and I broke up.”

“Fine.” Venom grumbled. “But this is a terrible idea and I’m going to complain the whole time and sing the Les Mis soundtrack in your head.” This was one of those moments where she felt more like your toddler than your symbiote.

You gave the guy a call before driving back to your apartment. As fate would have it, you ran into Peter in the hallway on your way to your room.

“Hey Y/n!” Peter greeted you. “You want to come over later and help me with spanish? I’ll amo you mucho.”

You wanted so badly to say yes but you had to stick to the plan to squash your feelings for Peter.

“Aw, I’m sorry Pete. I wish I could but I have a date tonight.” You frowned, instantly regretting it when you saw the look on his face.

Peter’s heart sank to the floor as he emotions went from feeling devastated to feeling white hot anger in a matter of seconds

“A date?” He sputtered. “With who?”

“Some boy I met at the coffee shop.” You said weakly, knowing you were hurting him.

“Oh.” He said dully. 

“Some boy.” He thought angrily. “Some freaking dirty ass sissy coffee boy asked my girl out.”

Peter felt like hunting the man down and smacking the shit out of him. Or at the very least, webbing him to a wall leaving him there until he missed the date.

“What’s his name?” Peter asked suddenly, wanting to put a name to his new mortal enemy.

“Matt.” You nodded slowly.

“Freaking Matt.” Peter thought. “Freaking dirty ass bitch ass Matt. Was Matt Spider-Man? No. Could Matt treat you as well as I could? Probably. But did he like you as much? No. Did he have inside jokes with you? No. Could he make you laugh your beautiful laugh just by doing a Captain America impression? No. He wasn’t good enough for you. He couldn’t do the things I could do. He was trash. He was a trashy dirty ass rat boy.”

“Interesting.” Peter said, keeping his thoughts to himself.

“I’ll text you when it’s over and maybe I can help you then.” You offered. That sound okay, guapo?”

Peter nodded sadly, not even acknowledging that you called him handsome. Actually, he probably had no idea that you did. He was smart, but only in English.

“That’s fine.” He nodded glumly. “I’ll see you later.”

You watched Peter trudge into his apartment and felt a pain in your heart. He seemed so upset all the sudden. It couldn’t be from your date, could it? It’s not like you told him you got engaged or something. It was one little date. And it’s not like Peter even made a move. He had no reason to be upset. You brushed it off and went into your apartment to get ready.

Just as Venom predicted, the date went horribly wrong. You drove back to the apartment in silence afterwards, leaving Matt to clean himself off back at the restaurant.

“Why did that happen?” You asked her after a long drive in silence. You were mortified from the events of the night but you needed to know why they happened.

“Because he wasn’t your soulmate.” Venom said simply.

“We defiled that boy.”

“It happens.” Venom stated.

“It shouldn’t.” You said, shocked at how nonchalantly she was being.

“But it does.”

You rode the rest of the way in silence, shooting Peter a text before asleep on your couch. You woke up a few hours later in a cold sweat and in tears. You didn’t know it, but Peter was listening to your breathing from his apartment. He had picked up the small cries of his name in your sleep with his superhearing and stayed up to see if you were okay.

You weren’t, by the way. You had had a nightmare that shook you deeply and left you shaking. It was about Peter, but not in a good way. In this dream, he laid injured on the ground after a fight. You were separated from Venom and bleeding out near Peter. You couldn’t do anything to save him. You couldn’t scream for help. And worse, you couldn’t protect him. It caused you great agony to not be able to reach him.

Without giving it another thought, you got off your couch and made your way to the door. You needed to see Peter and tell him how you felt.

You didn’t care about your insecurities anymore. You didn’t care about all the things keeping you apart. You only cared about him, and that was enough. He needed to know that and you couldn’t wait another second.

You swung open your front door, only to find Peter Parker outside it in pink Hello Kitty pajama bottoms and a tight white t-shirt. His hand was raised, like he was about to knock.

“Hey.” you breathed. His hair was tousled and sticking up in random places. He looked heavenly.

“Hi.” He said shyly.

“I was just about to go to your door. I had a bad dream.” You told him. You were anxious to skip the semantics and cut right to the chase. 

The chase being, “I love you and I’m yours if you’ll have me.”

“Yeah, I heard. That’s why I’m here.” Peter explained. That’s not what he wanted to say. What he wanted to say was, “I’m always here if you need me. I’d go to the ends of the earth for you. I love you. It’ll be okay.”

Peter looked at you funny for a moment, like he was seeing something beneath the surface.

“She looks so beautiful.” He thought. Makeup free, hair a little messy, and nothing but an oversized sweatshirt to cover you. Peter recognized the sweatshirt as his own, one you had swiped from his laundry basket because you had been freezing while watching Alien in his room. He felt so honored to know that you slept in it. Peter wondered how many times he could fall in love with you in a short span of time. In the past few seconds, he’d fallen about 15 times. Once for every breath you took. And you were breathing quite heavily.

“You heard?” You asked, wondering how he

had possible heard from his apartment.

“My hearing is excellent.” He said quickly. “Are you alright?”

“Please be alright.” He thought. “I’d stop anything that tried to hurt you. I’ll protect you from the storm. Don’t shut me out. Don’t turn me away. Let me love you.”

“Um…” You trailed off and looked behind you at your empty apartment. The darkness looked anything but inviting. You couldn’t go back in there just yet.

“No?” It came out as more of a question.

“No? Do you want to talk about it-“ Peter was cut off when you rushed into his arm and hugged him tightly. He seemed taken aback, seeing as you nearly knocked the wind out of him. But as soon as he found his footing, he wrapped his strong arms around you and held you close. You relaxed in Peters embrace and let out a sigh.

“I had a nightmare.” You croaked. “You died and I couldn’t save you.” 

“I know. It’s okay. You’re awake now. I’m here.” Peter said soothingly. 

“I’ve been here the whole time.” He thought. “I will never abandon you. You are safe in my arms. Nothing can hurt you now. I won’t let it.”

You pulled away a little and looked at his face, seeing how tired it was.

“Would you stay with me?” You asked timidly. You didn’t want him to go. Not now, not ever.

“Always.” Peter answered with a smile. “As if I could ever leave you.”

Your lips lit up in a smile as your eyes fell to his lips. They lingered there for too long, or maybe just long enough. Peter took the hint and slipped his hand behind your neck and began to pull you closer. As your lips were about to touch, your door slammed, causing you to jump out of each other’s embrace.

“Shit balls.” You said immediately, letting out an annoyed sigh.

“What?” Peter asked, giggling a little at your choice of profanity.

“I just locked myself out.” You realized as you jiggled through door handle. Peter laughed louder this time and put a hand on your shoulder.

“Come on. You’re sleeping over.” He said, leading you back to his apartment with his hand on the small of his back.

You entered Peters room for the millionth time, but it felt the first time. Sure, you’d become good friends in the time you’ve lived in the building, but bedrooms were intimate places. The context of you being in Peters bedroom after going to him for comfort changes how you saw the place. After all, bedrooms were windows into the soul. Oh wait, that’s eyes. Still, the room was different. You didn’t feel like you were entering it. You felt like you were returning.

You looked around with a content smile on your face. He still had his academic decathlon posters on his wall, along with a few Avengers posters. Peter was pretty neat, but he was still a teenage boy. Socks and sweaters were strewn across the room. You saw him kicking a pair of boxers under his desk out of the corner of you eye. His room was so cute. It was so…Peter. You noticed a first aid kit on his desk next to his chemistry textbook and wondered what on earth he could be using it for.

“I’ve always liked your room.” You complimented as you touched a decathlon trophy on his dresser.

“Oh thank God.” Peter sighed in relief. “I thought you’d take one look at my nerdy ambiance and run.”

“Star Wars bedsheets?” You asked when you noticed the Death Star poking out under his duvet. You definitely hadn’t seen those before and found them endearing. Peters ears reddened and he fixed his duvet to cover them up.

“Those aren’t mine.” He said quickly.

“Are they Mays? As in May the force be with you?” You played along and he gave you a defeated smile.

“That was the worst thing anyone has ever said. Ever.” Peter joked. You laughed and he gave you a shy smile.

“Fine. They’re my bedsheets. Star Wars is cool, okay?” Peter defended. You took a seat on his bed and shrugged.

“You don’t have to explain anything to me Peter. I just didn’t know you were a loser, is all.”You said simply. Peter sat down on the bed next to you and rolled his eyes.

“Very funny. You’re the funniest person I know.” He said sarcastically. You nudged him with your elbow and he and hit you with a Yoda printed pillow.

“Mm. Good with the force you are.” You commented. Peter groaned loudly and told you to shut up.

“Enough playing around. How was your date?” Peter asked as he turned to face you. You could hear the pain in his voice and regretted ever telling him about the date.

“Oh, you know.” You shrugged. “Terrible.”

You weren’t going to let him off the hook that easy. If Peter really did like you and want to be with you, he needed to say it. He couldn’t just grumble and wallow in self pity when you were with another boy. You wanted to test him to see if he’d ever actually admit his feelings, but a part of you was still scared there were no feelings to admit to.

“Really?” He said excitedly. He cleared his throat to cover it up and grunted. “I mean, really?” He asked calmly.

“Yeah it was awful. I definitely won’t be seeing him again.” You sighed sadly, but you weren’t actually sad. You were just putting on a show for Peter. Peter bit the inside of his cheek to stop the smile from emerging.

“That’s terrible.” Peter lied. “What went wrong?”

His acting was equally as bad as your own. He had a shit eating grin on his face, pretending to be sad when he was clearly over the moon.

“It was going fine all night until the kiss.” You sighed dramatically, looking longingly out the window. You might as well have thrown yourself onto the balcony and cried out for Romeo. Peter, however, was buying every second of it.

“You guys kissed?” He asked, his voice heavy with disappointment. He looked miserable. All you wanted to do was throw your arms around his neck and tell him he was the only one for you. Instead, you kept your feelings to yourself and nodded slowly.

“Almost. He leaned in and…” instead of finishing your sentence, you just shrugged. You could tell Peter was on the edge of his seat so you dragged it as long as you could.

“And?” Peter practically begged. You let out another long, dramatic sigh as Peter took a slow sip of his water bottle.

“And I threw up on him.” You said simply. Peter spat out the water in his mouth and burst out laughing, doing his best to cover it up. You gave him a fake angry look but ended up laughing as well.

“What?” Peter laughed.

“He was such a tool.” You whined. “He talked down to me the entire night and then had the audacity to try and kiss me. I don’t know what happened but all the sudden he was leaning in and I was throwing up. He deserved it though. He treated me like was an idiot. I’m almost glad I threw up on him.”

Peters was overjoyed. He was about to say something when we heard a straggled cry of your name.

You and Peter rushed to his peephole and saw a familiar blonde haired boy standing in the hallway.

There he was, Matt, outside your apartment door with his phone on full volume playing “Hungry Eyes” from Dirty Dancing.

“What the actual hell?” You wondered out loud. “I better get rid of him.”

“Y/nnnnnn. I’m sorry I was a jerk.” Matt slurred. “Please talk to me. I told the doorman we were cousins. Then I told the elevator guy that I was your husband. You may need to move now. Y/nnnn.”

“You definitely can’t go out there.” Peter shook his head. “He could have a knife.”

“Or worse.” You whispered, making Peter looked at you fearfully. “He could have the same loser bedsheets you do.”

Peter scrunched his nose at you and picked up you swiftly to threw you onto the couch.

“Since when are you so strong?” You laughed in shock. Peter shrugged and held out a hand.

“Let’s go to bed.” He said. You raised an eyebrow and he quickly added, “In a non-sexual, platonic way.”

He was always so cautious of offending you or making you uncomfortable. You appreciated how much of a gentleman he was and knew Aunt May had implemented those qualities in him.

“You can take the bed.” He offered. “I’ll sleep on the couch. Let me know if you need anything.”

You nodded and climbed into his bed, patting the the space next to you.

“Don’t be ridiculous.” You told him. “Get in.”

Peter looked at you with wide eyes, looking very unsure of himself as he toyed with the hem of his shirt.

He was torn. He wanted to get into the bed, but he also knew you were vulnerable right now and he didn’t want to take advantage of you. He didn’t want to do anything you’d end up regretting in the morning.

“Get in, in a non-sexual, platonic way.” You added. Peter relaxed but stayed standing. You pretended to splash Peter and twirled your hand around the bedsheets as if they were water.

“Come on in Parker. The waters warm.” You said in a low voice.

“I am…repulsed.” Peter deadpanned. In reality, he was dying to get in the bed. He wasn’t gonna try anything, he just wanted to feel you close. He wanted to comfort you and take the pain of the night away. Finally, he got into the bed and pulled the covers up. He shut off his lamp and we fell into comfortable silence.

“Good night, Peter.” You whispered, turning your back to him and cuddling into his pillow.

“Night, Y/n.” He whispered back. You felt his eyes on the back of your neck still. He didn’t want to close them and fall asleep. He wanted to stay in this moment as long as he could.

You soon felt hesitant arms wrap around your waist. Peter was very unsure of himself and kept his hands loosely on your hips, barely touching. You turned your neck around and looked at him quizzically.

“What the hell are you doing?” You demanded. His hands flew off your waist and his eyes widened with fear. He looked so apologetic, you thought he might cry.

“Do you not know how to cuddle?” You asked before he could blurt out an apology. You grabbed his arms and pulled them tightly around your body. You held his hands in your own, flush against your chest. Peter felt really tense at first and a bit stiff, but he soon relaxed and nestled into your hair.

“You smell really good.” He muttered. You laughed softly against his body, prompting Peter to hold you even tighter.

“I’ve wanted this for so long, Y/N.” He whispered. He said it so quietly, you figured he thought you had fallen asleep. “Sweet dreams.”

You woke up the next morning in Peter Parker’s arms. Subsequently, you wanted to wake up every morning for the rest of your life in Peter Parker’s arms. You were a mess of tangled limbs and hair but you found yourself firmly in his embrace, inhaling his cologne.

Peters eyes fluttered open suddenly and you were nose to nose.

“Hi.” You said softly, a playful smile resting on your lips. He was so pretty in the morning. He didn’t even have to try.

“Hey.” He chuckled. “This is new.”

“It is new. Is it okay?” You asked him, not wanting to overstep his boundaries.

“Is waking up next to the actual sun okay?” He teased. “Uh yea, Y/n. It’s okay. You can sleep over anytime you like if it means more mornings like this.”

Of course he said that. He held all your strings and knew just how to tug them.

“Did you really not enjoy that date?” He whispered, but in his head thought, “Do you want to be with anyone else?”

You didn’t know why he was whispering, but the look in his eyes told you he was dead serious.

“Not in the slightest.” You answered honestly. What you wanted to say was, “Because it wasn’t with you.”, but you didn’t.

“Would you…would you want to go out with me sometime?” He asked shyly. “I promise I won’t throw up on you.”

He said the second part as if it was the only way you’d say yes to the date, which made you laugh.

“Peter Parker, I have waited exactly 64 days for you to ask me that question and you just had to ruin it by promising you won’t throw up on me?” You playfully scolded as Peters eyes lit up.

“Is that a yes?” He asked excitedly.

“It’s a yes.” You nodded, holding his nearest hand. “It’s always been a yes.”

“Can I-“ He began.

“Don’t ask.” You whispered. “Just do it.”

Peter leaned in slowly and you did the same. His lips had just ghosted yours when Aunt May knocked on the door. He bolted out of bed as you sat up.

“Breakfast is ready. Did you clean your room?” Aunt May called from the other side of the door.

“Yes.” Peter called back. You looked around. No he didn’t

“No you didn’t.” She said knowingly. She didn’t even have to see his room to know it wasn’t clean.

“I’ll clean it after.” He groaned.

“I’m coming in.” She said suddenly, making you and Peter look at each other in fear.

“Don’t! I’m naked.” He screamed.

“Fine. But it better be clean after breakfast. And put some clothes on. You should not be naked at 7 am.” Aunt May said. You heard her footsteps walking away and knew it was safe to speak. You got out of Peters bed as he got up to lock the door, his back still to you as he did it.

“Alright.” He sighed. “That should buy us some ti-“

The second he turned around, he was met with your lips on his. You had your hands on the sides of his face and your head tilted to the left. You felt Peters eyes flutter shut as his eyelashes tickled your cheeks. He was frozen at first, but slowly wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer. You melted into him and he melted right back into you. The kiss was short and sweet, but absolutely perfect.

When you pulled away, Peter gave you the softest eyes ever. A grateful smile was on his lips.

“I am so over these interrupted moments.” You laughed softly as you shook your head. Peters eyes twinkled in agreement. The sun was coming through the window and made his brown eyes look like pots of honey. You could stare at them forever.

And then he kissed you again, with confidence this time. He wasn’t ready for the last one since you caught him off guard. You let your fingers tangle in the messy curls at the back of his neck, something you thought you’d only get to dream of doing. Peter groaned slightly into your mouth as you tugged on his hair, indicating that he liked it. He put his hand under your neck and slipped his toungue in your mouth. Who knew Peter Parker knew how to kiss? He tasted like morning breath, spearmint chapstick, and something you could only identify as being exclusively Peter. When you pulled apart, he looked up at the sky and sighed.

“If I wake up and this is all a dream I’m going to fight you.” He said menacingly.

“Did you just threaten God?” You laughed.

“For you? Anthing. I’ll fight anyone for your honor. Our Lord and Savior can catch these hands can square up.” He promised.

“You’ve gone to far.” You joked. “We need to break up.”

“Don’t even joke. I’ve waited too long for this.” Peter said as he wrapped his arms around you.

“I’m only teasing. I’ve waited my whole life for you Parker. I’m never letting you go.” You told him. He burst out in a smile and kissed you swiftly, then promptly got down on one knee.

“Will you please be mine, darling? Officially?” He pleaded softly. There was so much hope in his eyes so you pretended to think about it.

“Sorry.” You shrugged. “I’m pretty busy with Matt.”

Peter stood up and gripped your hips, pulling you closer while you let out a small gasp.

“I never want to hear his name again. He had the privilege of taking my girl on a date and treated her poorly?” He raised an eyebrow. “He’s a deadman if I ever see him around here. Now, I need you to tell me you’re my girlfriend before my heart explodes. Tell me you’re mine. I won’t believe it until you say it. ”

You nodded yes as you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed his lips.

“Peter Parker, I always have, and always will be, yours.”

[layce2015]

The Last of Us Part 2 (Joel x Reader)

Chapter 5: I'm Leaving Tomorrow

Chapter 4

That night, I was standing in the living room area of my home, feeling emotionally drained, staring out at the window. The bright full moon shining through the window into an already dimly lit room. After Jesse came down the stairs with Dina, back at the cabin, Tommy finally woke up and told us about the group of people that took Joel away, Washington Liberation Front.

The woman leading the group, Abby.

Ellie told me that she knew mine and Joel's name and her friends wanted to lure me our, knowing I would come and save my husband.

But for the life of me, I don't know who Abby is or why she wants me and Joel. Joel and I have made many enemies throughout the years but we usually were good at taking them out of the equation, under the guides of survival.

I sighed then turned to the couch towards Ellie, who was sitting there. She seemed terrified and sad. I know she did her best but she was overpowered, what more could she do.

"You sure she said my name?" I asked her, trying to keep the fear out of my voice. Ellie looks up at me and nods. "Yeah....her and this guy were arguing on whether to stay or not, and the guy mentions that they should take Joel away. Then she said And what if (y/n) Miller comes after us with an army?" She explains and I sigh then sit down next to her.

I take some deep breathes before I placed my hands over my face, as if to prevent my emotions from bursting out. At that moment, I felt a hand on my shoulder and I look over at Ellie as she gives me a concern look.

Then there was a knock at the door and both of us look towards the archway that leads out to the hallway. "I'll get it." Ellie said and she gets up and walks to the door, where I hear her opening it. "Ellie!" I hear my sons exclaim and I get up and go out to the hall to see them hugging her, tightly, while Tommy was standing at the doorway, holding a container of what I presume to be food.

Seemed that Maria did get the boys from daycare while I was gone and Tommy brought them over.

"Hey." Tommy said to me. "Mommy!" The boys said and they run to me, I kneel down to them and embrace them. "Mommy, what's wrong?" Aiden asked me. "Where's Daddy?" Ethan asked, worried, and I frowned. "I'll explain later, my darlings, but Ellie and I need to talk to Uncle Tommy, okay?" I said and they frown, obviously upset with my answer.

I know they want to know where Joel is, these boys look up to him, but I just didn't have the heart to tell them that he is missing, at least for now. I need to think of something to soften the blow.

"I need you two to go to your rooms, for now, okay?" I said to them. Aiden and Ethan look at me, like they want to argue, but they seem to let it go and head upstairs. I sigh, shakily, at this then look at Tommy and gesture for him to come into the living room.

The three of us sit down on the couch and Tommy sets the container down on the little coffee table in front of us. "Maria wants to make sure that you guys are eating." Tommy said as he looks away. "She can't stop us." Ellie said, firmly, and I nodded. "Damn right." I said.

"To have the guys that we would need...to do this smart...we'd be leaving Jackson vulnerable." Tommy explains and I turn to look at him. "So they just get to get away this and hold him captive?" I asked him, angrily.

"Nobody wants that." Tommy said. "Yeah, but that's what's happening." Ellie said. "We don't even know if he is alive." Tommy said. "If they wanted him dead, they would've killed him in that cabin. And Ellie said that they were specifically targeting me and Joel. So they want to keep him alive til I get there." I said and Tommy sighs.

"What if we get hit by hunters again?" He asked. "Is this you talking or is this her?" I asked Tommy, angrily. "It's a valid point." Tommy exclaims and I stand up and turn to him. "Bullshit, Tommy! If it were you, me, Ellie or even the boys, Joel would be halfway to Seattle right now." I said. "No, he wouldn't." Tommy said, sadly. "He absolutely fuckin' would be!" I yelled. "She's right, Tommy." Ellie said.

"We don't know for certain that they're from Seattle!" Tommy said, his voice rising, and I scoff at this. "Washington Liberation Front! That's what you said was on those patches!" Ellie pointed out, annoyed, and I begin to pace along the room.

"What if they stole those jackets? What if the WLF moved?" Tommy asked and I turned to him, sharply. "Are you serious, Tommy? I mean, what the fuck?! Your brother's out God knows where and your sitting here giving me excuses to not go! I mean, what are you doing?!" I shouted and he looks at me with worry and fear then I let out a sigh.

"You know what? I'm leaving tomorrow." I said as I fold my arms. "And if either of you want to come with me, great." I said, determined. "I'll come with you, (y/n). I want to help." Ellie said and I nod then give her a small smile.

"You two have know idea what you're walking into. You don't know how large that group is...how armed....and you said so yourself, (y/n), they are after you too. This is obviously a trap, think about Aiden and Ethan." Tommy said to me. "I am, I can't let them down. That's my husband out there...the father of my children. And those boys...they look up to him, Tommy." I said, my voice breaking. "They'd be crushed to know their dad is gone."

Then I clear my throat and look back at him. "These assholes may think they're smart, but I'm smarter and more experienced in this. I can handle it. If they want me, they're gonna have to catch me. You can't talk me out of this." I said as I stare into his eyes.

He sighs then stands up and places his hand on his hips as he thinks. "Give me a day to talk to Maria. Okay? Gotta be some folks we can spare." He said. "And if she won't budge?" Ellie asked him. "Well, I figure somethin' out." He said then he looks at me. "One day. Please." He pleads and he and I share a look before I nod. "Okay." I said then I felt the tears build up in my eyes.

I let out a shaky breath and the tears and the fear begin to pour out and I begin to cry. Ellie and Tommy come up to me and hug me for a moment before Tommy pulls back and nods at me before he leaves.

Later, I tuck the boys in for the night and begin to kiss them goodnight when Ethan speaks up. "Mommy, where's Daddy?" He asked. "He, uh...his patrol went on alittle longer than usual. So it might be alittle while before he can come back home." I said and I could tell that they were really worried.

"Is he lost?" Aiden asked. "I-I'm not sure, sweetie. It's a possibility." I said. "You are gonna go find him, right?" Ethan asked and I nod. "Yeah." I replied and both of them give me worried looks. "Don't worry. Uncle Tommy is going to gather up some people and we'll find your father, okay?" I said and they seemed a bit at ease with this but still scared.

Then both boys jump out of their beds and run towards me and hug me. I close my eyes to try and keep my emotions in check then I kneel down to them and hug them back. I kiss both of them on the head then tell them they need to go back to bed. They climb in their beds and I give a small smile to them, turn the light off and shut their door.

I head to mine and Joel's room, close the door then lean against it. And like a dam bursting, the tears burst outta me as I place my hands up to my face and begin to cry. And all I can hope is that Joel is alive and that he can hold on just alittle bit longer. Cause I don't care what Tommy or Maria say, I'm going to get my husband back.

And I'll make that bitch, Abby, pay for trying to destroy my family.

The next morning, I had taken the boys to daycare then came back home, waiting for news from Tommy. I walked upstairs then looked at all the pictures we had on the dressers. One was of Tommy and Joel sitting out on the porch, then another of me, Joel and Ellie at the stables with Shimmer, Ellie's horse. And another one of Ellie with Aiden and Ethan when they were only a few days old.

I smiled at those, remembering the memories of happier times. Then my smile falters a bit when I see that old picture of me, Joel and Sarah. This picture always bring me to tears cause I often wonder what kind've person Sarah would be in this world. Would she had been like me and Joel? Or would she had been more compassionate?

Hell, I wonder if she stayed alive, would Joel and I have been the way we were for twenty years? 

So many questions filled my head as I stare at this picture.

I sighed, heavily, at this when I hear a knock at the bedroom door. I turn and see Ellie standing there, looking at me with sadness. "Hey, I tried knocking at the front door but...you didn't answer...so I thought..." she said and I shake my head. "It's okay, Ellie. You know you're always welcome." I said and she nods.

"Have you heard from Tommy?" I asked her. "No. Dina said that Maria has the stables on lockdown. So...nobody can get to the horses." She said and I scowl at this. "Fuckin' Tommy." I muttered. "That's what I said." She said and I smirked.

"I guess we'll figure some other way to get to Seattle." I said. Ellie nods again then she rubs the back of her neck, sheepishly. "Ellie, you okay?" I asked her and she looks down for a moment but I could tell her eyes were starting to tear up.

"It's my fault." She mutters and I give her a confused look. "It's my fault that he's been taken. I should've been faster." She said, her voice full of tears. "Ellie, don't..." I said but she continues. "And then hearing Aiden and Ethan asking where he is....seeing their worried and scared faces..." she shakes her head as tears pour down her face.

"You must hate me now." She cries and my heart breaks at this. I go over to her and pull her into a hug. "Oh, sweetheart, no." I whispered and she slowly starts to hug me back and I feel her shaking as she buries her face into my shoulder.

Then we pull back from the embrace before I give her a sympathetic look. "I could never hate you, Ellie, it wasn’t your fault. You did everything you could to help him. We’re going to bring him back." I said, firmly.

"How could you forgive me so fast? You should be angry at me. I mean after everything that I've done to you and him. Pushing you guys away...months of silence." She said and I sigh again as I think over my words.

"When you have kids, it changes you. It doesn't matter whether they hate you or love you, you'll always forgive them and help them out in any way possible. You want to do right by them even when they mess up, because you love your kid so much that it hurts you." I said and she gives a surprised look.

"I know things have been rocky between us for awhile now. But know this, Ellie, Joel and I care about you like you are our own child. I know with what we did to the Fireflies hurt you, and angered you, but what Joel said the other night was true. I would do it all over again." I said. "The only thing I'd probably would've changed was lying to you about. I wish that we told you when you asked us to swear to you but we were trying to protect you. Maybe someday...you'll understand." 

Ellie's eyes begin to tear up again then she goes to hugs me again and I hug her back. "We love you, babygirl. No matter what." I whispered as tears start to pour out of my eyes.

"Ellie? Is (y/n) up there?" I hear Dina's voice ask from downstairs after Ellie and I embrace for a few minutes. Ellie, reluctantly, pulls back from my embrace and wipes away her tears. "Yeah, we're up here. Everything okay?" She asked. "Yeah it's just....can both of you come on down." She calls out. Ellie and I exchange a look before we walk out of the room and head down stairs.

Once we make our way downstairs, we see Dina sitting in the dining area with Maria who had a piece of paper in her hands. From the look on her face, she was not happy. She couldn't have already found out about our plan. I thought as she looks at Ellie then at me before she clears her throat and starts to read from the paper.

"Maria, I'm headed to Seattle. I have to save my brother and make these people pay. Ellie and (y/n) are gonna try to come after me but stop them. Take their guns. Lock up the horses. Maybe lock them up. Buy me some time so I can save him and finish this. Love you always, Tommy." She reads then looks over at us.

"He's going to get himself killed." Maria growls. "He should've taken us with him." I growled. "You should've given us a group to go after those fuckers and save Joel!" Ellie yells at her. "I wish I could." Maria said, firmly.

"So what now, Maria? You gonna lock us up?" I asked her. "I prefer that you two stay--" Maria started to say but Ellie talks over her. "That's not going to fuckin' happen!" She yells. "I prefer you guys stay but I know you two better." Maria said then she turns to Dina.

"Are you going with them?" She asked and Dina looks up at her. "Yeah." She said, her arms folded across her chest. Then Maria turns to me and Ellie. "So are you just gonna sneak outta here?" She asked us and she begins to pace. 

I lean forward on the table and braced my hands on it as I look right at her. "You forget, Maria, of what I used to do before I came here. I knew my way around Boston pretty well and how to avoid detection. I can, and will, do the same damn thing here. And right now, I don't care what you do to me but I will get to Seattle one way or another to bring Joel back." I said, with a growl.

She and I stare at each other before she sighs and looks down. "I told the stables to let you out with yours and Ellie's horses. Grab some ammo too." She said and I nod. "Thank you, Maria." Ellie said, appreciatevly, as I stand up, straighter. "You'll watch over Aiden and Ethan?" I asked Maria. 

"As long as you do me a favor and bring my dumbass husband home in one piece as well, please." She said to me and I could see the pleas in her eyes. "Of course." I said. "All right. Get going, you're losing light." She said and she starts to walk out of the room before she turns to me. "I'll let the boys know where you're going." She said before she leaves and I let out a heavy sigh.

Ellie and I exchnage a look and I nod at her before I look over at Dina. "Thank you." I said and she nods and smiles at me. I sigh again then I gesture for them to follow me and we began to load up and head out.

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Swallow [Pt.11]

Chapter:  The Hardest Part

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Summary: Bucky chooses his path. 

Warnings:  Adulty themes. Yes, I’m a grown-up, and I said adulty themes. General foreboding. Sweet, soft, protective Bucky. (Yes, that’s a warning. That could kill you!) Protective big brother Clint. ANGSTY. 

A/N:   We are almost there. I’m sorry this is so dark, but I swear it’s not gratuitous. All of this has a purpose. Two more parts! We are almost there loves. Fingers crossed I can have the series finished by this weekend? Maybe. Send me love because I’m needy.  No beta so read at your own risk. ;-)

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The kids were sweet. 

Quite possibly, the most adorable kids you’ve ever seen. Emma looked just like Peggy but had Steve’s eyes and soft smile. Henry? He was going to be a charmer, a regular James Buchanan Barnes -- a sweet talker with a kind heart. Morgan was smarter than you, that you were confident. She had clung to her brother at first but warmed up to you eventually. Steve was right; Tony’s sass could be cute when it was coming from that sweet face. 

You wished you could give them more of your attention but you couldn’t. Your heart hurt too badly to give more of yourself. You didn’t know what was happening, but you knew it was bad -- whatever trouble Bucky was getting himself into was not going to result in some fairytale happy ending. You sat downstairs with the kids and played for over an hour before your head and heart began to wander to a place they wouldn’t come back from on their own; you needed Bucky. Henry had become bored rather quickly and decided to follow Steve around, his little shadow Peggy had said. 

If Henry was going to look up to and aspire to be anyone, there weren’t many men better than Steve Rogers -- having a little bit of his Uncle Bucky in him wouldn’t hurt either. 

The girls took the absence of boys to talk about their favorite glitter nail polish, but Morgan didn’t seem to share Emma’s enthusiasm. Somewhere between the sparkle teal and cotton candy polish debate you snuck off, leaving the girls with their mothers and retreated to Bucky’s room -- your room according to Bucky. Or, well, maybe not now. You didn’t know if he ever wanted to see you again. You couldn't blame him if he didn’t. 

The bed sagged when you sat down on the edge, and you regarded all the bags and boxes you brought with you. Steve wasn’t judging your choices, but your boxes were -- especially a particular wooden box that held a lot more than just some old letters. You tucked your legs under you and sat the old box on your lap, running your hands along the edges. Stupid box. You had no idea why you kept it this long, it’s just a dumb box Bucky used to keep all your photos, concert tickets, and notes in. Somehow the damn thing ended up with you when you left, and you haven't dared to peek inside. 

If it's just a dumb box, then why couldn’t you look inside? You swore you could hear the case mocking you, judgemental and condescending tone firmly in place. “No one asked you, okay? I can open you if I wanted to.” You grumbled quietly to the empty room, taking a deep breath and forcing your fingers to flip the lid of the box open. 

A strangled sob fell from your lips that quickly melted into laughter at the sight of the note resting on top, ‘Meet me after English? I haven’t seen you in hours, and I don’t think I can make it another hour without kissing your lips, pretty girl.’ The paper had begun to yellow, and the edges were soft to the touch from age. 

You gently set the waned paper on the bed beside you as your fingers slowly flicked through the contents of the box -- so many concert tickets you couldn’t count them all, dried daisies you had long forgotten and piles of pictures that held your best memories. 

“Are you going to marry Uncle Bucky?” A little voice asked from the doorway, making you jump. You looked up to discover Emma and Morgan watching you with a curious glint in their eyes. Somewhere downstairs, Peggy Carter was far too happy with herself. You waved them in and set the box on Bucky’s bed so they could have a look, and the shock wore off enough for your answer. 

“Um, I don’t--I don’t really know.” 

"I think you should,” Morgan admitted. 

"Why's that?” You asked, an amused smile curling up your lips. 

"He loves you," Morgan answered with a head tilt and 'are you serious' expression on her face -- Tony's daughter. No question about it. 

“And you’ve loved him your whole life, and he's never loved anything as much as he loves you. That’s what momma says anyway,” Emma added, you quirked a brow up as you watched the girls flipping through your old pictures, you inquired, “What else did your momma say?” 

“That you both are stubborn and if you stopped running and talk to each other you could be finally together and be happy.” Emma giggled and held up a picture of you and Bucky from seven or eight years ago -- you’re not entirely sure at this point. It was a long, long time ago. 

The date didn’t matter, it was pre-breakup, before your dad and before-- back when you thought the two of you could get through anything as long as you had each other. The both of you looked so young and so full of hope for your future. That was a good day. You could see it all clearly; it was another clubhouse bonfire, and Peggy had snagged the picture while your eyes were focused on the fire and your attention was zeroed in on the salacious whispers Bucky was murmuring into your ear, and whatever he was saying had you both grinning a mile wide. 

Things were so much easier back then. If you could go back and tell yourself anything, you would tell twenty years old you,  just how easy she had it, spend less time worrying about the club and more time loving the man in front of her 

“You guys look funny.” Emma eventually continued. “Uncle Bucky looks weird with short hair and no beard, but you look funny, too.” 

You laughed and took the picture from her. “Gee, thanks. I think I have some of your momma and daddy in there, if you want to look, Emma.” The little girl’s eyes lit up, and she grabbed two handfuls of photographs to search through. 

Morgan climbed into your lap so she could look at the picture in your hand one more time, and said with a grin. “So you marry Uncle Bucky and then you can be my aunt! Can I be your flower girl? I like daisies.” 

You looked down at the bright little girl in your lap and back to the bundle of dried daisies in your box. She was too smart for her own good, “I think Uncle Bucky has to ask first, and that might be a long time away. I can still be your aunt, though.”  

“Okay, but I’ll tell him to get moving, so it’s official.” She said with beaming smile and bright eyes as if she just figured it all out because all your problems would be solved if you simply married Bucky, wouldn’t they? You couldn’t tell her the truth. She didn’t need to know that your life was far from a fairytale, and marrying Bucky would never happen. 

After all these years, at least you can finally admit it to yourself. 

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“I should have been expecting this I suppose.” Eddie started, strolling up to the tree Bucky was leaning against. When Bucky had called and said he wanted to meet, Eddie thought maybe a restaurant or somewhere with air conditioning. He should have seen this coming after his talk with Y/n, but he thought from everything he’s heard about their relationship she was ready to move on from all that death and destruction. 

“I didn’t think you still had that hold on Y/n. Wouldn’t be the first time I was wrong, though. I should have known she would run right to you.” 

“Don’t bring Y/n up again. I’d hate to rebreak your nose.” Bucky flicked the bud of his cigarette to the ground and leaned in as if he was inspecting Eddie’s injuries. He pursed his lips as if he was studying the damage and then, smirked as smug as can be all while he taunted him. “Looks like you still got a little purple under the eyes there. Didn’t get ice on it in time from the looks of it. You gotta move faster than that.” 

“What do you want, Barnes?” Eddie grumbled. 

As fun as it was to make Eddie squirm, he didn’t come here to ridicule him. “I want to make a deal.”

That had Eddie’s interest piqued. Getting Y/n to testify against the club was good, but having an actual club member, the former president, who knew every secret behind those big double doors and wooden gavel? That was gold. That was the deal he wanted to make from the beginning, but, he never found an in with any of them. This… This could have potential. 

“What kind of deal?” Eddied pushed doing his best to keep the excitement out of his voice. Bucky caught it instantly and grinned like a cat that got the cream. “I can get you Red Skulls, president and all. You and I both know that’s a much bigger win for you than taking bring Steve and me in.” 

Bucky wasn’t wrong, but it wasn’t enough. He was tasked with bringing the Winter’s Soldiers MC down, and there was no way everyone was getting off the hook -- not this time. 

“What else?” 

“What else?” Bucky echoed. “Taking down a large crime organization that's selling guns and killing innocent people ain’t enough for ya?” 

“No, it’s not.” 

Bucky smiled, but it was bittersweet. He already knew it wasn’t going to be enough. He had hoped, but he knew. 

“I’ll take ownership of the mess that happened two years ago. Out on Lone Oak. No one else from my club was involved, and everyone walks for whatever you found out during the few times you infiltrated my club like the rat that you are.” 

“I thought it was Steve’s club?” Eddie urged, disregarding the rat comment completely. 

“It was my father’s club and passed the gavel to me, it’s my club. I give the orders and take full responsibility for anything that happened over the last decade.” 

“Lone Oak, huh?” Eddie takes a deep breath. Lone Oak was a pretty big deal, and the case was never closed. It would be a huge deal to finally put the cold case to rest and have someone to charge for the mess of illegal weapons they found under all the rubble and ash. Eddie was pretty sure the credit for Lone Oak belonged to Schmidt, and Steve and his men were simply cleaning it up, but if Bucky wanted to take the blame and Eddie could claim the takedown, then who was he to fight Bucky on it?

“You’ll get the max with your record. That’s fifteen years--” 

“Seven and no parole.” Bucky countered. 

Eddie snorted and shook his head. “Seven is a joke. How about I just arrest all of you now? You, Steve, and Clint on gun charges. Oh, and Tony and little Petey boy on hacking into how many federal databases?” 

Bucky pushed off the tree behind him and started towards Eddie. “You can’t bullshit me like you can Y/n. She’s got a soft heart, and I know men like you use that to your advantage, but I know how this works. You don’t have shit on the club. Maybe you can arrest a few of us on minor charges, but Fury will have us out before you can finish typing your damn report, which is why you haven’t made your move and why you went after Y/n.” 

“I thought she should know who she’s going to bed with,” Eddie hissed. 

Bucky eyed him for a longer than usual pause, watching the man as if he was in the middle of working him out and discovering a weakness he could use against him. Bucky didn’t like the look in his eyes when he talked about Y/n, and he didn’t like his temper. It left a traitorous pit in of bottom of his stomach -- before this went any further, he needed to be sure his girl was safe. 

“What’s your deal? I gotta say you seem a little too invested in my girlfriend.” 

“You don’t remember me do you?” Eddie asked with a broad smile, but it wasn’t a pleasant one. It was born from anger, annoyance, and maybe, a little embarrassment. 

“Can’t say that I do,” Bucky answered, not apologetic in the least. The man threatened his girlfriend so no, Bucky doesn’t have an ounce compassion for Eddie Brock. Eddie sighed and glanced up towards the clouds before he explained.

“I shouldn’t be surprised. Y/n didn’t either. We went to the same school for four years, and not one of you recognized me, but none of you paid any attention to me back then either. How do you think I was able to slip in and go unnoticed for long?” 

“So that why you’re doing all this?” Bucky needed the clarification because if this is what Bucky thought it was, he had to make sure Steve handled Eddie once this was all over and he wasn’t around anymore. “You’re mad because she fell in love with me and not you?”

“No,” Eddie laughed -- Actually laughed at Bucky as if that was the craziest thing he could have said. “No, but she did help me once. It was a silly thing. She’s always had that soft side you mentioned, but everyone knew she was yours. There was no room in her heart for anyone else, and no one was stupid enough to fall for her when you already had her. James Barnes always got what he wanted. Always.” 

Bucky was torn between the overwhelming desire to laugh in his face or knock his teeth down his throat. There hasn’t been a time in his life that Bucky has gotten what he’s wanted. He wanted to tell him how he had to watch his dad die for the sake of the club, how he lost the other half of his soul, repeatedly, and how he finally got her back only to lose her again; this time it was for good. The only thing he’s ever wanted was Y/n, and he could never hold on to her. 

So, no, James Barnes has never gotten what he wanted, and that will never change. 

But he wouldn’t give Eddie that satisfaction -- he was getting enough.  

“Fury already has the deal worked out. Seven years, no parole and I’ll help you get the Red Skulls. That’s my deal. Take it or leave it.” 

Eddie still wasn’t sold, and Bucky could see it in the way he watched him, but that’s the thing with guys like Eddie, Bucky just had to wait him out. So, Bucky crossed his arms over his chest and stared him down as he paced back and forth in the grass. He damn-near wore a brown patch in the field before he finally stopped in front of Bucky and nodded. “Alright, I have to clear it, but for now, you’ve got a deal.” 

He held out his hand, and for a moment, Bucky wanted to take it all back, but he knew that wasn’t an option. He didn’t have a choice. Bucky slowly reached out to shake his hand, clasping the shorter man's hand in a firm grip. Eddie grinned, and Bucky yanked him forward, hard. Eddie stumbled forward, but Bucky held him in place by his navy blue blazer and snarled. “I don’t care what deal we made or where I am if you go near Y/n  again I’ll make sure it’s the last fucking thing you do. She’s not part of this. She doesn’t know anything.” 

Eddie ripped his jacket free fro Bucky’s grasps, but they both knew the only reason he got away with it was that Bucky has already loosened his grip -- if Bucky had wanted him to stay right where he was he wouldn’t have moved an inch. Eddie straightened his jacket and met Bucky’s dark glare, he took a breath before he answered.

“I know she doesn’t. The only thing she’s guilty of is being stupid enough to fall in love with you before she knew the real you. She should have seen you for what you really were like I did.” 

“She’s the only one who knows the real me,” Bucky whispered just loud enough for Eddie to hear. 

It was easier if everyone thought he was the one that duped her into loving him -- he chased her until she fell for him and she simply couldn’t fight it, but that was never the case. From the moment Bucky laid eyes on her his heart was gone before he knew what was happening -- he was the one that never stood a chance. 

All he’s ever tried to do was be good enough for her; maybe this will finally make him worthy of her love. Too bad he won’t be around to see that. 

He took a step forward and tapped Eddie’s pocket with his middle finger, right where his badge was hiding. He smirked when Eddie caught the gesture and told him. “Get the deal typed up and signed or I walk. I won’t make a move till it’s approved by the D.A.”

“That’s it? You’re ready to give up everything, just like that?” 

Bucky ignored the question and turned away from him. It was a dumb fucking question, and he didn’t have the patience to entertain it. Of course, Bucky wasn’t ready to give up everything. This wasn’t his plan. His plan was simple, help Steve one last time and finally, finally get to love his girl the way she deserved -- away from this town and most importantly away from the club. He had a brief fantasy of shared vows and maybe even some blue-eyed babies; the dream was gone as quickly as his brain thought it up. He walked back to his bike where his smokes were hiding, and it gave him a second to remind himself why he has to do this. He reached into his shirt and squeezed the delicate band in his rough, calloused hand. Bucky turned his head to glare over his shoulder at Eddie and sighed.

“Once it’s approved and signed by all parties, I’ll make the call.”

“It’s going to take a few hours.” 

Bucky let go of the ring and turned back around to face Eddie. There was no going back now, and it’s not like he had anywhere else to be tonight. “I’ve got nothing but time, Eddie. Nothing, but time.” 

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“I’m in, I’m all in” - Jason Todd x Single!Mom reader part 5/5

And here we are, the end of this series. I really enjoyed writing it haha. Well, obviously since this was supposed to be a ONE SHOT and turned into a...Five part series haha. Anyway, I really hope you like this last part, and thanks to y’all for all the reactions to this series, it was really motivating and encouraging <3.

FINISHED SERIES : PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4  NEWLY ADDED EPILOGUE : PART 1/3

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A few weeks before Viggo’s kidnapping :

Jess’ can’t catch his breath, as they take his head out of the dirty rain water they were drowning him in. He coughs some filthy liquid, but just as he barely catches his breath they dip him in once more. 

And again. And again. And again. 

Each time, he almost drowns, but not completely. It’s pure torture. 

“This’ll teach you to not pay your debt.” 

He hears one of the thug who keeps plunging his head into the water say. And here we go again, face first into the shallow puddle. 

How humiliating it is as well, to be drowned in that way, in a dirty puddle, behind an old warehouse...Oh ? This time, the thugs don’t hold his head under water as long as the others, and Jess is able to catch his breath faster. 

His mind is racing as he begs : 

“Wait wait wait !” 

He didn’t actually want to do that but...This was his last chance of survival. His last chance to get out of the mess he put himself in. So what if others have to suffer because of him ? 

Now sure, he never wanted to ever involve you in his life again, not after he left without a word, but right now..The situation was hopeless, without you. 

And so, Jess heard himself say : 

“Wait wait wait ! I-I have an old buddy of mine who recently got in contact with me ! He wanted some- cough - some information about my ex fiancee !” 

The two thugs who were waterboarding him look at their boss, a sinister smirk on their faces. Said boss, Antonio Falcone of the Falcone family, arguably the most powerful mafia in Gotham (if it wasn’t for those damn Maronis), shakes his head, exasperated at the poor attempt of this guy to save his life.

He owed them hundred of thousands of dollars, and couldn’t pay them. If it was just a couple thousands, they would have broken his legs and made him do odd jobs for them to make it up to them once he healed...But that Jess ? 

He owed them more than most of the people that borrowed money from them REUNITED ! It was outrageous. And somehow, that sleazy motherfucker always got away with getting more and more money, while never paying it back. 

But it had been going on for long enough. 

Antonio wouldn’t let that go. Couldn’t. Especially not since he was in a good line to get up in ranks. At least, according to his uncle, Carmine Falcone, the Don of the family ! 

Having a guy owing them that much money in his district was bad publicity. He couldn’t let that go. He gestured for his thugs to waterboard him some more before finally ending it, but that annoying little man kept on going : 

“He’s a paparazzo you see ? He takes picture of...Well you know what paparazzi are ! Well he took picture of that woman, who was hanging out with the Waynes, you see ?” 

The Waynes ? As in “Bruce Wayne” ? Richest family in Gotham ? Antonio Falcone stopped the thugs from drowning that poor excuse of a man and said :

“What about them ?” 

“Well my buddy wanted to know if- cough- if the woman was her. My ex. My ex fiancee. And it was, it was ! He had pictures of her kissing one of the eldest Wayne boys, that Jason guy, the one whom everyone thought died ! And she has a son ! I mean...”

A light came on in Jess’ minds. Yes. Of course. Why didn’t he think of that before ? Yes. They would be his salvation ! 

“Yeah ! It was her ! And my son ! And they were close to the Waynes ! I have pictures, I can prove it to you ! I’m sure we can...I’m sure we can come up with some sort of a plan so I can get your money, and even more, thanks to them ! I have hundreds of pictures taken of them being the entire day together, and clearly being close ! We know Bruce Wayne already paid ransom before, even if Batman had to get into it and ruined things but...I’m sure we can be smarter ! I’m sure we can have a plan ! A man like you, mister Falcone, surely is smart enough to get away with it ! As long as nobody gets hurt and we plan things smoothly, it should be fine, right ? We-I mean you, could go away from this much richer than you were before !”

Jess surely had a good self-preservation instinct, as he instantly switched to flattery and...Well, it always worked very well on “Mister Falcone”.  

Antonio Falcone looked upon that miserable man with disdain, but with also some kind of new found respect. A man willing to sell his own kid to save his life ? Well, it was someone he could relate to haha. After all, he didn’t hesitate to kill his own father to climb up in ranks...

And Jess said his ex-fiancee and his son were hanging out with the Waynes huh ? Well. Well well well. 

As much as he disliked that that asshole would get away with owing them that much money once again, Antonio had to admit that they needed Jess to come up with a plan that would keep everything “bat free” and smooth...

Oh, this could actually turn an embarrassing situation into a way of shining in front of the boss ! 

************

A few hours before Red Hood tries to save Viggo : 

And this is how a plan came to life. A nasty plan, made by cowards. A plan to steal a child from his family, just so they could have money. 

But for what it was worth, Viggo was never supposed to be hurt. Plus the Waynes ? What would a couple of millions do to their bank accounts ? They were all filthy rich ! 

Jess tried to rationalize his bad decisions after bad decisions, tried to shift the blame on others, as he always did. Besides in the end, he was still alive. And that’s really all that mattered to him right now. So what if they bribed a couple of judges and lawyer, and go the kid’s custody thanks to that ? 

Only there was a little problem in their perfectly laid out plan...That goddamn child being way too curious and hearing things he shouldn’t have ! 

“COME BACK HERE YOU LITTLE BRAT !!”

Never before Viggo had been that afraid, as he heard “his father”’s steps grow closer and closer. He rushed as fast as he could down the stairs, almost falling over and breaking his neck. He jumped over the last two steps, and ran to the bathroom he saw when he first came in the house. 

He snatched the home phone on his way. He figured that trying to escape through the front door was stupid, as he saw Jess closing it earlier. Plus where was he gonna run to anyway ? In Gotham’s street ? At this hour, no one would take notice of him and Jess would catch up too fast...

But barricading himself in the bathroom with the phone ? He had a chance to warn someone ! To say what was happening, and get some help !

Jess was right on his heels as Viggo closed the bathroom door. 

“Open up right now, Viggo ! This isn’t what you think !” 

Jess said, banging loudly on the door. Viggo scoffed and answered : 

“Oh yeah ? Well what is it then ?!” 

Silence. Two more bangs, grunts and bad words, and then...total silence. 

Viggo didn’t wait for an answer or anything, as he typed his mom’s number on the home phone. He also figured that there was no point in calling 911. 

First, in Gotham, they were always very slow. And second, what was gonna happen once they arrived ? Jess would tell them about winning custody not long ago, about being his dad, and the cops wouldn’t believe anything he would say. Because custody battles ? They were always pretty nasty so...

If anything could be said about Viggo (Y/L/N), it was that he wasn’t stupid. 

Jess was quiet outside of the room, which was pretty worrying. He gave up way too fast trying to open the door...But Viggo’s mind, no matter how smart that little boy was, wasn’t thinking about that right now. 

No, instead, he was praying for you to just pick up and quick ! Tears were slowly gathering in his eyes, as he was slowly realizing that he might be in really big troubles, and he just wanted to see you...

Your phone rung a  few times before it went to your voice mail. Viggo’s heart stopped. No. No already ?! 

It was late, you were at work. You didn’t answer your phone when at work. At least not when it was an unknown number. If it was your best friend, or whoever babysat your son, you’d answer immediately, but a random number you never saw before, such as Jess’ home phone ? Nope...

Especially when working at the bar, like tonight. You might have not even heard your phone ringing ! 

He left a message, hurriedly talking about what he heard Jess say on the phone, talking about the Falcone and all. And then hung up. He tried to call a few times, but he knew there was not much hope...

Now, Viggo really wanted to cry. He felt so helpless, and it had been such a tough day ! Making his luggage to follow a dad he never even met before, only to realize that this was all a scam of some sort...

It was a lot, for a little eight years old boy ! 

But that said little eight year old wasn’t one to give up easily, and so he started to call the next person he first thought of. 

Jason.

He knew Jason’s number by heart, and typed it on the phone, sure that the man would rush to his aid no matter what he said ! There was NO WAY Jason wouldn’t come to help. Even if he wasn’t with his mom anymore, Viggo was convinced that he’d rush to his aid anyway ! 

And if Jason didn’t pick up, cause it was late ? He could always call the Manor ! Or Bruce ! The man gave him his number last time, when they ate ice cream and all, before his mom came back. He said : “call whenever you want, whenever you need” ! Yes, Yes Viggo would just...

A loud bang, a gunshot, made him jump in the air, scared and...What ? 

The door handle fell on the floor, fuming slowly. Smoke filled the small bathroom quickly, as the door opened on two large men holding guns and...

“Are you kidding us, Jess ? Really ?” 

“What ? The little fucker is fast ok ? I couldn’t grab him before he locked himself in there. I tried to bust the door open but I couldn’t.”

The two men shook their head, exasperated. One grabs Viggo, but the little one wasn't ready to get caught without a fight. He kicked him as hard as he could in-between his legs. The man let him go, and fell to his knees, holding his crotch and whining something along the line of “motherfucker”.  

Viggo tried to escape again, and he almost succeeded as Jess was just staring at him dumbly but...The second stranger grabbed him. He laughed and said : 

“Haha that kid has more courage than you’ll ever have Jess ! And he’s definitely smarter than you. Are you sure he’s yours ?” 

Jess just glared back but didn’t say anything. Now the man was pointing at the phone that escaped Viggo’s hand when he got surprised, understanding that the kid tried to call someone. 

“Did you manage to get anyone on the line ?” 

He asked, as he roughly lifted Viggo by his shirt. Your boy tried to struggle more, but the man was too strong and with his free hand stopped him from squirming. Keeping a face full of pride, and trying to look very unimpressed, Viggo said : 

“Yeah I did. And they’ll be here to kick your ass very soon !” 

Of course, that was a lie. But they didn't know that, did they ? 

The man took the phone from the floor and lifted it to his ear. The answering machine from Wayne Manor was just ending on a “Wayne are not here, please leave a message if you must”. The man hung up, whistled, and said : 

“Ah, well damn, he’s really related to the Waynes too somehow ! Damn Jess, who would’ve thought you’d be the one leading us to a treasure like that huh ?”

“I told you didn’t I ? There literally were hundreds of pictures of her kissing that Jason Todd guy, and of my boy here playing with the two youngest Waynes !” 

“I’m not your boy !” 

Viggo yelled, angry, twisting his head to look at Jess, daggers shooting out of his eyes while still being stuck in that man’s arms. Said man laughed again and said : 

“Well kid, if it’s any consolation, you’re definitely nothing like that coward. You, have got spirit. He, sold you to save his own life haha. How’d that make you feel ?” 

Why ? Why was that man twisting the knife further into Viggo’s heart ? The little boy already understood that his own father was doing something very fishy, but knowing that he was selling him to those guys ? That was...well, actually, that didn’t feel as bad as Viggo thought it would. 

It was in fact some sort of relief ? To know that that Jess was nothing of a father ! To know that he didn’t actually want to be part of his life, and that he didn’t have to forget...Oh, but THAT did hurt. The pang in his chest as he realized he wished Jason was there, that HE was the dad he always wanted. 

But hey, maybe that it was clear that Jess was an asshole, Jason would come back, realizing that he still had his place in the picture ? 

It was funny, that Viggo’s mind wandered to the one he wanted so bad to be his dad, as he was carried away by two scary strangers, and thrown in a car. 

“So what am I doing now ?” 

Jess asked, and one of the thug turned to him and said : 

“You call her tomorrow and then...Nothing. If this all deal goes well you’ll never hear from us again. If it goes sideways however...”

Leaving the threats flying in the air, he climbed into the front seat with a dangerous smirk, and Jess gulped. The other man, the one whose balls’ Viggo kicked, rubbed his crotch a bit and was about to climb in the car too, in front of the wheel, when Jess stopped him : 

“Hey, you’re not gonna hurt the kid right ?”

“Why, you got attached to him or something ?”

“No, I never wanted kids. But he...He didn't do anything ok ?” 

“No he didn’t, and yet he’s paying for his father’s sins. How unfair life is right ?”

“But you’re not gonna hurt him right ? It’s not part of the plan.” 

“Him kicking me in the nuts wasn’t part of the plan either. And him knowing our plan, wasn’t part of the plan. Oh, and us being here that early to pick the kid up ? Definitely not part of the plan. All that because you couldn’t find a quiet place to call Antonio. You fucking idiot. So now, who knows what will happen right ?” 

There’s a silence, and Jess suddenly feels sick. Sure, so far he didn’t really think of anything else but saving his own skin, and he worked so hard to try and get close to you again...but then you destroyed all his attempts and they had to retort to going to court and now...Now slowly, Jess realized what he had done. 

But it was too late now. Anyway, was it really that big of a secret, that he was a piece of shit ? After all, he left his pregnant fiancee fending on her own just because he couldn’t face her and say it was too much for him ! Still, one last time Jess says : 

“Nothing will go according to plan, if you hurt the kid.” 

The man doesn’t answer, as he just smiles and climb into the front seat. And slowly, they drive away. Jess’ eyes caught Viggo’s terrified gaze as he was taken away, and a sudden pang of regret took over his heart...

Up until he realized that he still was able to feel his heart beating thanks to that kid. And to his ex, you, who happened to be linked to the Waynes. Plus, that guy was just trying to scare him, of course they weren’t going to hurt the kid ! They needed him in one piece, if they wanted the money ! 

And with a sigh, Jess went back into his house. He just had to wait until the next day to call you and say they had your son and all that, and this all nightmare would finally be over. FiNALLY. 

************

The present : 

Jason’s heart drops. His blood freeze. His mind goes blank.

Viggo wasn’t breathing. And his skin was so cold.

No. No no no no no. Please god no. Everything but this.

Not Viggo. Not his precious little boy. No…

But no matter what Jason was doing, his CPR didn’t seem to work. And the kid was growing colder and colder.

“No ! No ! Come on Viggo ! Come on boy, please ! Please don’t leave me !”

The boy was unresponding. His lips were blue.

“Don’t go please don’t go ! You can’t go ! You can’t leave your mom ! You can’t leave me ! Please, please !”

But Viggo wasn’t breathing. Wasn’t moving. And his skin was know frighteningly cold. His eyes weren’t opening…and he wasn’t breathing.

“Come on, come on breathe. Breathe…Come on, son, BREATHE !!”

A minute went by, and Jason knew the situation was dire. How many more minutes until the boy would have permanent brain damage ? And...What if he didn’t wake up ? 

No. No no no. This wasn’t possible. Viggo couldn’t die ! His little boy couldn’t die !! 

Jason, tears in his eyes, kept on giving him CPR, with the desperation of a man who would do anything to save his child. 

“Come on, come one Viggo, come back to me ! Come on, you’re a fighter right ! Come on, come back ! Please ! Please son, come back !” 

Another minute went by. And Viggo was still not breathing, growing colder and colder and...

Three little coughs. 

Jason’s breath caught. 

************

A few hours before Jason tries to desperately revive Viggo : 

Coming home to an empty house was odd. This was the first time you were alone in your apartment, without Viggo welcoming you back cheerfully (the little fucker never listened to his babysitter about his “bed time”, and would always wake up to come and jump in your arms). The first time in eight years. 

You didn’t like it. You didn’t like it at all. 

You felt as tears came back to your eyes, at how unfair this all situation was. 

You knew that this trial to get Viggo’s custody was bogus. That somehow, Jess had rigged it. You had no idea why, but you knew there was no way any sane judge would give custody of a child to a father who wasn’t there for the first eight years of his life. 

Even more so since everything went so fast, every paperworks was signed in a matter of a few days ! And they took him away from you and...

The tears spilled over. This was starting to be too much. And you caught yourself wishing Jason was here...You knew that he would know exactly what to do, in that situation. You knew he would never let it happened in the first place ! 

But Jason wasn’t here. Jason broke up with you. Because it was “too much” for him and...Yup, you were definitely crying again. 

It was fine though, this time, Viggo wasn’t there to witness it...The thought of your son not being peacefully asleep in his bedroom made you cry even more.

You went to his room, and laid in his empty bed. Holding his pillow tight in your arms, you cried and cried, smelling his odor as it was already starting to disappear...When would you be able to see Viggo again ? 

Jess didn’t seem to want you to see him much. Actually, you were pretty sure he was planning on making you regret those weeks of him trying to come back into your life, and you pushing him away. 

And so you cried. Without anyone to comfort you, not even your little precious son...That’s when your phone rung. 

Uh ? A text. You just received a text. You quickly looked at it and “a new voice message is waiting on your voice mail”. Oh right. Probably from that unknown number that called a few times before, when you were at work. 

You never answered those calls, especially not at work, but messages ? Sure, you listened to them. You never know, some could be good news. 

“Mom !”

Your heart skipped a beat. That was Viggo’s voice ! And he seemed scared ! You had no idea how you knew, but you could feel how your son felt even through the phone ! 

“Mom ! Jess didn’t want me still mom ! He’s with them Falcone people ! The ones in the paper ! And I don’t know why but he wants to take me to them and he wants to call you after mom ! Mom come please !” 

This send a rush of adrenaline to your brain, and you jumped on your feet, grabbing your bag before running out of your apartment. 

You didn’t go far though, realizing you had no idea where Jess lived. Motherfucker didn’t even give you an address. For “his own safety” they dared to tell you...But you had his number ! 

Without thinking twice, you called him. It rung three time before he picked up : 

“Hello ?” 

“What the fuck is happening Jess ?!” 

“Ah, (Y/N). Well, hello to you too. I’m doing great, what about you ? Why are you calling so late anyway ?” 

Of course he recognized you instantly. Just like you recognized his unpleasant sniveling little voice ! How did you even date that guy again ?! You barked : 

“What do you mean ? I just received a panicked message from Viggo telling me some pretty concerning things ?! What is happening ? Where are you ? I’m coming over.” 

“Calm down please (Y/N). I’ll have you know all our conversations are recorded, in case I need further evidence for the court that you’re unfit to be a mothe...”

“Shut the fuck up and answer me.”

“Answer you what ? Nothing is happening ok ? Viggo missed you and called you, if he sounds a little distressed it’s no big deal. He’s just a kid who misses his mom alright ?” 

Oh. It was clear Jess had actually no idea what your son could have possibly said to you in his message, or he wouldn’t be so chilled about it all. You continue : 

“You say those conversations are recorded right ?” 

“Yup.” 

You wished he was right in front of you right now, so you could bash his stupid face in. You hated the way he just said “yup”, so proud and satisfied of himself. So you delivered your fatal blow quickly : 

“Oh ? And what would they think when I’ll tell them Viggo said you had something to do with the Falcones ?” 

There’s a silence at the other end of the line, and you’re pretty sure you heard his breath catch as you said your last words. Finally, he says : 

“Ok well, I guess I won’t play more games then.”

************

The present : 

Three little coughs. 

Jason’s breath caught...to finally let a long relieved sigh when Viggo started to vomit some water, and breathe again. 

“Yes, yes that’s good my boy, that’s good, let it all out. Let it all out...” 

Jason said, helping Viggo to sit up, patting his back soothingly as the little boy coughed the rest of the water that were stuck in his lungs. 

Jason never felt so relieved. So light. So...He was going to be ok. The boy was going to be ok. Right ? He turned his face to him, and was suddenly worried again as Viggo’s eyes seem to have trouble focusing on his face. 

And the kid was still so cold. 

Without thinking about it twice, Jason took his jacket off, thanking his father for creating all their costumes waterproofed ! Even though Jason jumped into the freezing water too, his clothes were still dry and he therefor wasn’t as cold as the poor kid. 

Jason wrapped Viggo’s small body in his heavy leather jacket. He helped him put his legs where the arms were suppose to go, so as to create some kind of pants for him, and wrapped his upper body with the rest of his jacket. 

Jason was a tall man, and Viggo ? A rather short eight year old. The Red Hood’s jacket fitted around him perfectly, big enough to wrap all around him. 

The boy took a few deep breath, but was still not speaking. And his teeth were clacking against each others...

Jason took him in his arms, and held him close, rubbing his back and legs in an attempt to warm him. 

“Come on Viggo, you’re ok son, you’re ok. Right ? You’re ok. You’re breathing. You just need to warm up, you’ll be fine. Right ? You’re ok, you’re ok.” 

Jason heard himself chant, more trying to convince himself than anything else. And Viggo was still not talking...but his teeth and shaking were slowly disappearing. 

Until finally, he calmed down and snuck closer to Jason, snuggling his little face in the man’s warm chest. 

“Viggo ? Are you ok ?” 

“The Jason...”

Fuck. He recognized him. Well, duh, of course he did, Jason had to take his helmet off to give him CPR, and didn’t put it back on. Obviously he was going to recognize him ! Well. Too fucking bad. It was too late now to do anything about it anyway. 

So what if he knew his secret identity ? Jason trusted that kid enough to know he’ll never tell anyone else. Viggo pulled away from Jason slightly, and, still wrap tightly in the leather jacket, he managed to free an arm and reached up to lay a small cold hand on the man’s tears riddled cheek. 

“This explains a lot.” 

For a second, Jason lost himself to the touch of his little boy. Yes. “His”. He didn’t even want to hide how he felt about that kid anymore. In his heart, Viggo had been his son for a long time. And finally being able to be near him again made Jason feel lightheaded. 

He had dreamt for so long, to be able to talk, play with and hug that little one. Just like when he was still dating you. Putting him in bed, and telling him bedtime stories, as you looked upon the both of them fondly. 

Jason had craved, without even realizing it, to see that kid again. And so here, as he laid his small hand on his cheek, wiping away his tears...Jason couldn’t help but feel a little helpless. A little overwhelmed. 

He was suppose to be the one reassuring the kid right now, after that traumatic experience. And yet, here was Viggo, wrapped like a little bundle of hay in his leather jacket, comforting him by his mere touch. 

For a few seconds, his words didn’t register quite well in Jason’s head until...What ? Uh ? What does “this” explain ? But before Jason could ask, Viggo continues :

“That’s why you left right ? Because you’re Red Hood. You didn’t want us to get involved in all that right ?” 

Viggo said, showing the three unconscious men around him. And there’s hope in his eyes, and for a moment, Jason thinks about breaking that kid’s heart forever...but he can’t. 

He was planing on just saving him and then bringing him home to his mom, but stay cold and distant with him. Stay away. Make him hate him. Not leaving any hope that Jason cared...But here he was, crying his eyes out as he cradled that small boy in his arms, paternal instinct seeping out of his every pore. 

And so he couldn’t. He couldn’t stay away from that boy, he knew now. Just like he knew since the beginning that he couldn’t stay away from you forever. 

Seeing this hopeful little boy. He just can’t break Viggo’s heart, not after what just happened to him. And damn, why did that kid had to be so insightful and smart ? So observant, too ? Suddenly, he was reminded of all the time you told him that sometimes, having an intelligent kid wasn’t that great. 

Because Viggo always seemed to understand what he wasn’t suppose to understand. Always seem to know when things were up, and figured things out way too fast (for real, the easter egg chase wasn’t even fun as he quickly figured out wherever the “easter Bunny” could have put eggs...). 

And so Jason looks at Viggo, and he can’t. He just can’t. He can't decide to leave for good. Even more so because even as he thought he was safe if he left his life, he got hurt tonight and...

“You know, we’d be safer if you were with us right ? See, you left us and for the first time in my life I almost died. You should stick around...” 

Jason couldn’t do that to him. He couldn’t do that to that cute little one...He couldn’t resolve himself to definitely break his heart and shove him out of his life. Because he loved that kid. To death. And when he got hurt he got so angry, so sick with worries, so helpless, so...so... 

Jason couldn’t do that to him. But he also couldn’t do that to himself. He couldn’t stay away like that. He couldn't...Maybe it was selfish, but he didn’t want to not be part of your life, of Viggo’s life. He...He wanted to...he...

Viggo, thoughtfully, was still wiping away Jason’s tears. Not missing one. Focused on his task, as he continued : 

”If we’re with you, you can protect us. It’s easier. Cause you’re already there. And you’re Red Hood. So you will always protect us. I’m guessing your family are the rest of the people ? Batman and all ? If we stick around with you, and with them, we’ll be safe for sure. Right ? So you should really come back. And stay with us. Stay with me.”

Jason’s breath caught, and he felt tears welling up in his eyes again. But this time, they were happy ones. Because here, in front of that brave, smart little boy, he never felt so joyful before in his life. 

Here, as he finally decided what the actual right thing to do was. 

“Smart cookie...” 

He says, and then he grabs Viggo by the shoulder before hugging him tight against his heart. Not letting go. Not ever planing on letting go again. 

“Don’t leave me alone again, Jason...” 

“I won’t, I promise.” 

Viggo wraps his little arms around Jason’s neck, and hold him with all his force. Hugging him like he never hugged anyone before, refusing to let go.

Jason doesn’t mind, of course. On the contrary. He gives the embrace back, and stands up, holding the kid against him. Viggo clings to him for dear life, and Jason has absolutely no intention of letting go.

Not this time.

Not ever. 

“I’ll never leave you alone again.”

This time, Viggo knows that Jason won’t ever go back on his words. Because there’s so much strength, so much certainty in his few words...Yes. Viggo knows. He knows he finally found what he had been looking for for so long. 

And so the little boy lays his head against Jason, and says, right before falling asleep after all those emotions he went through : 

“Thank you, dad.” 

************

An hour before Red hood saves Viggo : 

Jess owed money to the Falcone family. And they took your kid in hope to ask for a ransom to Bruce Wayne. 

When you explained you weren't with Jason anymore, Jess panicked and got angry...But then he remembered that Bruce Wayne had paid for the release of total strangers before. Of people he didn’t even know, helping out just because he could. So paying for his son’s ex girlfriend ? He’ll do it. 

You tried to tell him this was a ridiculous plan, and to give Viggo back to you before anything could happen but...that’s when he shattered your heart as he explained that your son was already in the Falcones’ hands. 

Your mind went blank. You’re pretty sure you insulted and threatened him some more, until you realized there was no point in doing so, right now, you unfortunately had to work with him. 

You obviously agreed to not call the police. Not that they’d help much anyway. Plus them knowing would most likely involve the “Bats”, and neither you nor Jess wanted that. 

Because no matter how much you admired those night vigilante, and how much you were sure they were needed in Gotham, you were too worried for your son’s safety to want them involved ! 

And so the obvious next step was...To go to Wayne Manor, and beg for their help. Deep down, you were pretty sure you wouldn’t have to beg that much anyway, knowing how Bruce had been a few days before, when Viggo skipped school to bring back his birthday present to the Manor. 

They had ice cream. They played together. They talked. They...They bonded. You knew Bruce really liked Viggo. And really liked you. You knew he would help. But it’s still very nervous that you drove to there. 

************

A few minutes before Red Hood saves Viggo : 

It was rather late, when you arrived at the Manor and rung the bell. To your surprise, Alfred didn’t answer the door. Bruce did (it was rather late at night, and Gotham had been quiet. He came home early that day, taking advantage of the quietness to take care of Wayne Inc business). 

“Wait wait, (Y/N) calm down, calm down. I don’t understand anything you say. Please breathe, and start over.” 

He listened to you, a serious face on. Asking you questions sometimes, to have more details. He listened to your entire story, and he felt his blood boil. 

That Jess...How dare he ?! Bruce felt an intense urge to hurt him. To make him regret, to make him suffer, for what he did to you and Viggo. It kind of surprised him, to realize how strongly he felt about this entire issue. 

It made him realize, in that moment, that you and your son were already holding a special place in his heart. That all he was waiting for up until now, was for his son to wake up and get back together with you ! 

It made him realize, as some of his worst side surface, thinking of all the ways he could make Jess suffer, that you two were already family to him. And the would do anything to protect you. So when he listened to you, hearing that Jess gave Viggo to the Falcones’ to pay off his debt, int he hope that your tie to the Wayne family would be enough...His blood boiled. 

He, of course, did not hesitate one second to accompany you to the address Jess gave you, “taking his checkbook” with him...Though he had no intention of letting that sleazy ball off the hook that easily. 

************

The present : 

It was infuriating, to see Jess smile as he opened the door to see you and Bruce Wayne himself. 

The little shit was so sure he’d won...it drove you crazy, that he actually did. Because you were here, with Bruce Wayne himself. So of course he won. Bruce was going to give him money to get Viggo back, and Jess would get away with it (again). 

The man was actually pretty proud of himself. He handled the situation perfectly, he thought. He came a long way, since having his head shoved in a puddle of water huh ? 

Ugh. But he was so obviously proud of himself, it made you furious. And if you weren’t so worried about your son’s safety, you would have already punched him and told Bruce it was time to go. 

However, Viggo’s life was on the line. You could feel your son being in genuine danger. And so you did not do anything when he said : 

“Please, come on in.” 

You followed him in the living room, noticing that your boy’s luggage hadn’t even been unpacked...Your poor baby must have been so scared. Must still be so scared right now, surrounded with strangers ! 

You hoped to everything you held holly that he was ok. That you’d be able to take him in your arms soon. That things would go back to normal. 

And your heart bled at the mere thought of your son all alone, with strangers, and scared. You wanted to hold him against you, you wanted to-wanted to...Bruce’s gaze was fixed on you, and his jaw visibly clenched as he saw tears starting to well up in your eyes. 

It was fairly easy to know what was running through your brain right now. He had been in somewhat similar situations than yours before, with his own children. Each and everyone of them had been in danger at some point, and everything had relied on his shoulder to save them. 

More than once, he failed to...Jason suffered the consequences of him not being fast enough...The anger this entire situation provoked in Bruce came rushing back, and he turned to Jess, glaring at him. 

All of a sudden, the man lost his color, as the famous Bruce Wayne gave him a threatening look. Yo. What was up with that guy ? He always seemed so charming on Tv ? Now sure the situation wasn’t really one to be happy about, of course, but everything would go well if Bruce signed that check. Like chill, it was fine, the situation was handled perfectly well ! 

You were about to say something, but Bruce didn’t let you. Because there, right now, faced with Jess’ infuriating satisfied smile, Bruce took a decision. And so he says : 

“(Y/N) wait for me outside. This is a business transaction between Mister...I do not know your last name. Mister Jess here, and I.”

You look at him, surprise, and starts to say a  “But-” but he cuts you off instantly : 

“I insist, please.” 

You don’t know what made you listen to him, but you can’t find the energy inside you not to. Usually, you would have argued. Say that there was no way, and that you were gonna stay. But...

Bruce had a tone of voice that was hard to resist to. 

Plus, you realized that you were completely and utterly trusting him, and if he said you should wait outside, there must be a reason. So without arguing further, you gave him a knowing look and exited the house, going back to the car. 

Bruce turns to Jess, and smiles. A dangerous, scary smile. A “Batman” smile. Jess takes an unsure step back, and says : 

“So um...are you writing that check or what ? The soonest we’re done with it, the soonest we can get Viggo back.” 

That was the straw that broke the camel. The moment Jess should have shut up. Too bad for him now. In a swift move, not letting Jess the time to even know what was happening, Bruce caught him by the collar of his shirt and brought him up to his face. 

Bruce was much taller than Jess, and quickly, Jess’ feet left the ground. 

“Oh what the fuck man ? What are you-”

“How dare you ? Your own son ?! How dare you use him like that ?!” 

“Put me down man ok ? I’m sorry but I didn’t have a choice, I-” 

Bruce did not want to hear it. He knew what was going to happen, if he let go. Jess was going to find himself excuses. He was going to justify his disgusting actions. And he was going to stall, and not tell him where Viggo truly was. 

And Bruce didn’t want to hear any of it. He was about to cut to the chase. No beating around the bush on that one. “Beating”, what an interesting word...

Bruce threw Jess against his fridge, and the man fell on his ass, the wind knocked out of his lungs. Maybe a few cracked ribs. Definitely lots of bruises.

But Bruce wasn’t finished yet, oh no. He took hold of the man’s collar again, and dragged him to the kitchen’s table, where he smashed his back on said table and head butted him. Hard. Pretty sure he broke his nose. 

Jess yelled in pain and fear, and tried to squirm his way out of Bruce’s grasp, but he clearly had no idea who he was facing. 

“Where is Viggo ?” 

Bruce asked, holding Jess against the table with even more force. 

“I don’t know ok ! They took him and I-” 

Bruce rolled his eyes and straightened Jess back up, before punching him in the face. Not using his full force, of course. After all, he needed the man conscious for his interrogation... 

“Enough bullshit, where is he ?” 

“I don’t-” 

“Tell me you don’t know one more time, lie to me one more time, and I’ll break your knee cap.” 

Bruce says, setting Jess on the floor in front of him and taking hold of one of his leg. Bruce laid a foot on Jess’ chest, making sure the man couldn’t move, and slowly twisted his knee. 

“Outch outch outch please, please stop !” 

“Tell me where the boy is.” 

“Stop ! Please stop !” 

But Bruce had no intention to stop. He was sure (gut feelings) that Jess knew where Viggo was, and he wasn’t about to let that asshole get away with all this.

Punching him felt incredibly satisfying. And right now ? Crushing his ribs cage under his foot so he wouldn’t move, and slowly twisting his leg as to give him as much pain as possible ? Well, Bruce didn’t know he could feel such pleasure hurting others. 

But when someone touched his family, he tended to lose control... 

“Alright fine fine !! Ok ok stop ! I know where he is ! I know where he is ! I’ll tell you everything ok ? I’ll tell you everything !” 

But Bruce doesn’t quite let go of the leg yet, instead, he raises an eyebrow and says : 

“Start talking.” 

And Jess indeed started to talk. He gave all the informations Bruce needed, and there, laid on the floor of his kitchen, looking miserable and pitiable, face bloodied and bruised...Bruce couldn’t help himself. 

As soon as he got the informations, he made a quick snapping motion and broke Jess’ leg. And he would have done more, if it wasn’t for you waiting, impatiently in his car. 

He was worried that you’d worry too much. He wanted this to be over quick, but he also wanted to give Jess something to think about. 

Jess’ scream resonated inside the house, and he grabbed at his limped leg screaming : 

“WHAT THE FUCK YOU FUCKING PSYCHO !!??” 

But Bruce only looked at him with hatred in his eyes, scoffing once more and saying : 

“I’m the psycho ? Maybe. But I never sold my own children to the mafia. I never ran away from taking care of my kids once. Sure I have many flaws, I might have liked a bit too much snapping your leg like a twig, but at least I’m not a piece of shit like you who doesn’t even care in the least about his own son.” 

Ah. So that was it. More than Jess attacking his family, it was the fact that he dared to give away his son that easily, that infuriated Bruce. Now he realized it. And of course, to Bruce, his children were everything. 

So seeing a man as despicable as Jess, never even wanting to meet his son up until he owed money, and used him...It drove him mad. 

“What does it matter to you anyway ? I never even wanted kids ! She forced it on me you know !” 

Jess whined, and he immediately realized once again, he should have shut up. Because now Bruce, who was about to leave, was kneeling down next to him and grabbing him by the collar again : 

“She forced it on you ? Please, tell me the story. I heard her side, I’m sure you have a lot to say about yours.” 

Never in his life would Jess have think that the charming and smiling Bruce Wayne he saw on TV could be that scary, but there he was, staring at him with dead eyes and talking in that creepy voice... 

“I mean I...She didn’t quite force it it’s just...Ok maybe when she got pregnant I said we should keep it, and maybe I acted like I was excited but it’s because of the...pressure, you know ? Of the...um...I...” 

“Say you’re sorry.” 

“You just broke my leg and you want me to-outch outch outch SORRY !”

Bruce was pushing down on Jess’ broken legs, pressing exactly where the bones broke, and got what he wanted out of him. With a last look full of disgust, Bruce stood back up and started to leave, saying : 

“You don’t deserve to have a child like Viggo. Or a girl like (Y/N) in your life. I suggest you never enter in contact with them again, or I’ll come back. Better yet, my son, Jason, who’s dating (Y/N) ? He’ll come back. And believe me when I say he’s much less patient than I am.” 

Bruce was about to leave but Jess desperately threw himself in his legs and grabbed at the bottom of his pants. Whining, in pain, he managed to say : 

“Wait man, you can’t-You can’t just leave like that ! If they know I told you anything, they’re going to kill me ! You hear, kill me !” 

Bruce looked down upon Jess with great disdain, and scoffed. 

“And how is that my problem ?” 

He said, before leaving the room. 

Now, of course, his “no killing” rule applied to “not letting someone kill another person”. If he could avoid any death, Bruce would do it, and most likely, he’ll set up a surveillance of some sort to make sure Jess wouldn’t get killed. 

Well, to be honest, Bruce was actually planing on getting Jess behind bars. It would be somewhat easier to make sure he wouldn’t die that way, plus he deserved to spend the rest of his life in prison. He was pretty sure that the charge of kidnapping, and in a way attempted murder would be enough to let him rot in prison for a long time. Plus if he had ties with the Falcones...

Yes. Bruce obviously wouldn’t let Jess die, no matter how scummy he was. But hey, Jess himself didn’t know that, did he ? He had no idea that Bruce Wayne was the famous Batman. 

And you know what ? It was utterly satisfying, to see a bloodied Jess weeping on his floor, scared to death, so sure he was going to die...Very satisfying indeed. 

************

When Bruce came back in the car, the first thing you noticed was his bruised knuckles. But you didn’t say anything. 

You listened to him filling you in, listening to him saying that they were holding your son in an old warehouse and that was the rendezvous point, and didn’t mention the bloodied hands. 

You could only imagine Jess’ state, by the look of Bruce’s damaged knuckles. And so you just smiled lowly, knowing that at least for this once, justice was somewhat served...

************

Bruce goes in the warehouse alone, leaving you in the car. He convinced you that it was better if he went alone, as they would expect him anyway more than you...But the truth was, he didn’t want to put your life in danger. 

He wasn’t about to come in from the front door, if Falcone’s guys were involved, they were most certainly armed and dangerous. He couldn’t risk an entrance obvious like that, Viggo’s life could be in jeopardy. 

Bruce noticed a window open on the first floor, and made his way up there quick, lifting himself up thanks to his arms’ strength and agility. He raised his turtle neck all the way to his eyes, so they wouldn’t recognize his face, and slip into the warehouse...

To discover that someone came here before. 

Viggo was nowhere to be seen, and three men were laying on the floor, definitely not in a great shape. 

Bruce let himself fall on the ground, and went to check the men. 

They were definitely Falcone’s. He recognized their guns, no other used this specific build. The two men had been roughed up pretty bad, and were unconscious. Not much infos to get out of them. 

But a bit further, was a third man. He was soaked from head to toe, and barely breathing. A batarang was stuck in his shoulder. 

Bruce knelt down and made sure the man was actually still alive. He was, but he was definitely weak. Bruce quickly made an anonymous call to the closest hospital and to the police, and gave them the address to the warehouse. 

But the men didn’t interest Bruce further. No. What interested him was those water marks, there, near the unconscious-batarang-to-the-shoulder-man. It was shape like someone kneeling next to a small person. 

Or rather. A child. Viggo. 

Bruce felt his heart beating faster, what happened ? Was he too late ? Did the worst happen ? 

Next to the water marks, he found a little piece of fabric...Brown leather...

“Jason...” 

Bruce said out loud, recognizing from where this piece of fabric came from. His son’s leather Red Hood jacket. Ah. So he got here first. But how did he know ? 

Suddenly however, Bruce felt more at ease. 

Because of Jason managed to get here and Viggo wasn’t around anymore, it surely meant that...He saved him, right ? The fact that there was water everywhere was a bit alarming, but Jason would never give up on that little boy...Just like Bruce would never give up on his son. 

He stood up, and went straight to the exit of the warehouse and to his car, where you were waiting. 

“What happened ? Where is Viggo ?!” 

You asked, full of panic. But strangely, Bruce’s words calmed you down (even though he was freaking out internally as well, he hid it well) : 

“He’s with Jason.” 

“What ?” 

“I’ll explain on the way, ok ? And please...bear with me.” 

************

Viggo couldn’t believe it. Wow. WOW ! So THIS was the Batcave huh ? 

That was crazy. There were so many things, Viggo just didn’t know where to look ! Was that a dinosaur ? AN ACTUAL FUCKING DINOSAUR ?! And what was up with that giant coins anyway ? 

Jason had brought him here a few minutes ago, and sat him up on the infirmary table. And though at first Viggo felt very sleepy (he slept most of the way, curled up against Jason even as Jay was driving back to the bat cave), being there, in the middle of this amazing place (the infirmary was where there was most lights, in the center of the cave) woke him up instantly ! 

But when it seemed like Jason was leaving, Viggo had clutched to his sleeve, scared to be alone again, but Jason reassured him that he was just going to fetch some clothes for him. 

At the same time, Jason took advantage of this to fill his brothers in on what was happening. The night had indeed been calm for them, and they were all already home. 

Their father had gone earlier, without telling them where, which was surprising but...he could tell him everything later. He knew that he wouldn’t be mad that he brought Viggo back to the cave.

Once everyone knew what was up, they surrounded Viggo and gave him words of support and encouragement, making him feel like he was...part of the family. 

Like they really were his super cool and dedicated uncles and aunt. 

Damian especially, tried to cheer the little boy up, knowing how traumatic this kind of experience could be. Cassandra was the only one that didn’t say much, but she clutched his hand and Viggo felt instantly better just with this. 

A few minutes later, Jason came back with some of his old clothes (that every single kid after him wore, including Cassandra) and gave them to Viggo. They were still a bit too big for the boy, but it was good enough. 

A red hoodie (of course), some sweatpants they all wore during training (they were in remarkable condition really), and socks. He couldn’t find shoes that would fit him, so he just brought some slippers that were too big but with which he could still walk. 

However, right now, Jason forbid the boy to walk, as he still had to get over the shock of almost drowning...Well to be honest, Jason had to get over the shock of almost losing his boy. Because Viggo ? 

He kept gawking at everything in the cave, and asking hundreds of questions to everyone, and seemed completely fine. Jason however needed to-

“MOM !” 

Viggo jumped from the table he was sitting on, and started running towards the entrance of the cave. The entrance coming from the house. 

Confused, Jason turned back and...his heart clenched. 

There you were. With his father ? 

The hell just happened ? Wait, doesn’t matter, because you were there. And Jason found himself, despite how awful those past few days had been, smiling like an idiot just by seeing you. 

But...Were you going to forgive him for leaving you like he did ? 

Viggo was almost to you now. On the way, he lost both his slippers but it didn’t matter. You closed up the rest of the way, running to him, and grabbed him in your arms, clutching him against your heart as he returned your embrace. 

You took a good look at him, looking at his face, arms, legs, making sure he wasn’t hurt. But the only thing he seemed to have was a few bad bruise on his face, and a swollen eye. Other than that, he seemed perfectly healthy. 

The batfamily gave you and your son time to hug each other, kiss each other and whisper promises that you’ll never leave each others again. And then, slowly, you turned to Jason. 

The man was pretty sure that he heard Viggo say “be nice” to you as you walked towards him. 

Jason saw Viggo go to Bruce, but he barely register how cute it was that Bruce just instantly picked up the kid as if it was normal, as if he had always been his grandkid, and mentioned something about...ice cream ?

Because you were in front of him now, and he couldn’t read your face at all. Were you happy ? Relieved ? Mad ? Sad ? Furious ? 

It seems like you’re about to reach for him, but then, at the last second, your hand bunch up in a fist and you punch him in the guts instead. With all your might. 

In the background, you’re pretty sure you heard Damian exclaiming : “Haha yeah ! Serves him right !” and his siblings half-heartedly telling him to not say such things, even if they kinda agreed. 

Ok. So you were definitely mad. Jason was straightening back up and ready to apologize profusely to you, when you grabbed him by the back of his neck and crashed your mouth against his. 

Savagely. Fiercely. Whole heartedly. 

Passed the first few seconds of surprise, Jason kissed you back. 

With all his heart too, passionately, fervently. 

The world around you dissolved slowly, as there was just you and Jason now. Just his lips moving against yours. Just his tongue licking your mouth open, and then tangling with yours ardently. 

You don’t even hear your son asking Bruce to take him away to get some ice cream because this was getting gross, and everyone slowly leaving to go upstairs, in the Manor to leave you two alone to...Figure things out. 

The kiss dragged for long minutes, his arms were now tightly wrapped around your waist, as yours were around his neck. 

Days of heartbreak, of regrets, of sadness and frustration...vanished in the force of this beautiful kiss. 

When finally you separated from each other, you whispered : 

“Don’t ever decide something for me like that again, Jason...” 

Ah. Of course, just like your son, you figured out why he left. Jason figured that his father probably told you about this all...”Batman/vigilante” thing while driving you here. Eh, he’ll ask him about details later, right now, it wasn’t important, as he answers : 

“I thought you’d be safer without me. That you deserved better.”

“I decide what I deserve.” 

The way you sound so sure of yourself, so adamant...it makes him feel lightheaded once again. Just like when Viggo touched his cheek, wiping his tears again. 

It makes him feel so utterly happy, that he doesn’t know how to react. And he finds himself kissing you again, his lips reluctant to let go of yours. His arms definitely not letting go of you. 

“I decide what I deserve.”...Yes, yes you do. How foolish was he, to think he could ever stay away from you anyway ? When you were so strong and...Everything he ever wanted ? 

He pulls away from the kiss, and says : 

“I have to tell you, (Y/N)-”

“If you’re about to tell me how dangerous it is for me to stay with you, or some bullshit like that, I’ll punch you again. I’ll have you know that as soon as you left us, that’s when we started to be in danger...” 

The exact same words your son used. Well, like mother like son. After all, your boy had to inherit all his greatness from someone. And it was certainly not from Jess. ...Jess, whatever happened to him ? 

Jason figured that if you were with his dad, it probably meant you went to see Jess and retraced Viggo’s whereabouts and...It didn’t matter for now. He’ll ask his dad later. And he’ll pay a little visit to Jess later, too. 

“No, I wasn’t about to say that.” 

“Oh. Sorry. Ok, well go on then.”  

“Ok - deep breath - I...I want you to know. That this. You and I. I’m in. I’m all in. I’ve always been all in, but I was also an idiot. But now ? Tonight has been eye opening. And from now on, I’ll be there. I won’t leave, unless you want me to. Ever. I’ll never even think, of leaving. I love you. I love you so much. And I know now that I...I can’t live without you. And without Viggo. You two, are my life. I realized that when dumbass me broke up with you, it felt like dying...And I would know how that feels like, believe me. I...I just love you. And you’ll never be “too much” for me, never. In fact, every seconds with you aren’t enough. I love you.”

Wow. You were...certainly not expecting such a love confession. You found yourself speechless, while you wished you could tell him so much. But right now, the shock and joy you felt stopped you from saying anything. 

And so you kissed him again, whispering a “I love you” against his lips. And he smiled in the kiss, dragging you with him to the elevator leading up to Wayne Manor. 

That night, maybe you were unable to tell him how much you truly loved him, but you definitely showed it to him, rolling around with him in his sheets all night long...

All the while, Bruce and his other kids were having ice cream with Viggo, living their best life binge watching fails video on YouTube. Bruce figured he should give you and Jason some private time...Plus, he really didn’t mind at all spending time with that little boy. 

On the contrary... 

************

Two years later : 

“Dada !” 

The little girl exclaims excitedly, moving her arms and legs around and grabbing at the man’s face lovingly. She repeats the word a few times, almost singing it, and then giggles happily.

“No Laura, granddada ! I’m GRAND-dada, not dada !” 

Bruce says for the hundred times, as Jason’s daughter is sitting on his lap, facing him and now apparently very interested in his eyebrows. 

She stands clumsily on his lap, and reaches up, giggling to herself, and Bruce can’t help but give her a fond look full of love, letting her pulling his eyebrows even if it’s painful. Ah, he’d let that little girl do anything really. The joy of being a grandfather. You could spoil rotten the kids, without fear of any consequences ! 

Except maybe for a few mis-plucked eyebrows...

“Don’t bother dad, Except for her mom whom she calls “mama” and for Viggo that she calls “ ‘igo”, she calls everyone she likes “Dada.””

Jason says sadly, plopping down in the couch next to his dad. 

You, Jason, Viggo and little Laura were visiting the mansion today, to the rest of the family’s greatest pleasure. Dick came by too, just to see everyone, and it quickly became a very pleasant family day. 

“How is it fair that she calls her and only her mama ? But then as soon as she kind of like someone she calls them “dada” ? I swear Roy is annoying the hell out of me with that, and he’s telling her that he is indeed, her dada !” 

Jason continues, a bit of frustration in his voice. Bruce laughs, unable to stop himself at how sweet it is to see his son get upset at such a trivial thing. Happy, too, that his son can get upset at such a trivial, normal thing, and that his worries aren’t always related to his...”night life”.

“But isn’t it good, dad, that she calls everyone she likes “dada” ? It means that she decided that your name fitted the best the people she loves, because you know, you’re someone she loves very much !” 

Jason turns to his son’s voice, and Viggo smiles at him brightly. 

Sometimes, like right now, Jason couldn’t quite believe that this was real life. That he really had a family now, and that they were just so...so...So perfect. 

You’re walking behind Viggo, and you smile mischievously as you see how upset Jason is that your daughter calls basically everyone nice to her “dada”, and go to him. He grabs you by the waist and drag you on top of his lap, to then kiss you. 

Viggo immediately looks away, and goes to his grandfather to hide both his sister’s AND Bruce’s eyes, that sweet little man. He then says : 

“Ew, I try to cheer you up and you answer with a sneak kiss attack on mom. So gross !” 

Once again, Bruce chuckles. He never laughed so much than in the presence of his grandchildren...But both Viggo and tiny little Laura were extremely funny and sweet, he couldn’t help but smile and laugh when with them ! 

Damian was coming in now, with a plate full of cookies (made specifically by Alfred so that a one year old little girl could eat them without any danger), and set it on the coffee table in front of the couch, before going to seat in-between his father and Jason, making the latter growl because it meant that he had to shift you in his lap and damn, the little sucker couldn’t sit elsewhere ? 

But Damian wanted to sit next to his beloved niece. He had a cookie in his hand, and with a fond smile that appeared on his face only when in the presence of his niece and nephew (like father, like son), Damian gave the cookie to Laura. 

The little girl reached for it cheerfully, and patted Damian on the head as a “thank you” (and if it was anyone else but her, Damian would have been furious), and raised the cookie up in the air. She pointed at it and, with a voice full joy and excitement said : 

“DADA !” 

Everyone in the room burst into laughter, as Jason’s smile was replaced with a vexed frown when he realized his daughter was calling a damn cookie “dada”...

The End (?). 

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AND BAM ! The end. I hope you liked it ? Don’t hesitate to leave a feedback and/or reblog ! It’s always very appreciated and encouraging <3 ! Also, I’m thinking of making a little “epilogue” to this story, just fluffiness and cuteness with Jason’s new little family. I mean, I’m convinced he’d be a great dad, so...kinda wanna write more about him with Viggo, and his little girl :). Anyway. Tell me what ya think about that too, and thanks for reading ! This was a blast to write.

Oh and I hope that all Jess story isn't confusing. I didn’t want to go into details about his backstory, so I hope it’s clear enough that he just basically owes money to the wrong people, and bam. That he had been living in Gotham all those years, just avoiding to see reader or Viggo. And that he did some stupid shit...Which prompted him to use reader and his own son ! And bam. Piece of shit alright. I just hope it’s not confusing and was clear enough, as I tried to make it understandable without going into boring details cause the story definitely isn’t about that asshole.  

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Spooky’s Boo

This was a request, anything Spooky from on my block. So, I had fun, this was a 15 minute writing sprint so it’s not completely finished. It’s just my thoughts without going back in and cleaning it all up but I think it’s perfect so far. I may go in and edit it and add to it later though. Thanks!

Cesar walked into his brother's house, taking note of how much cleaner it was than usual. Which meant one thing and one thing only: his older brother was courting a new girl. One he hoped was better than the last girl, the one who had set the front lawn on fire out of unhinged jealousy because Spooky had simply looked at another girl.

“Spooky!” He plopped down onto the sofa and rested his feet on the coffee table. “Spooky!”

“He’s in the shower,” a brunette walked into the living room and smiled. “You must be Cesar, I’m Aya.” She held her hand out, only for the younger man to roll his eyes.

“No sense in introductions you won’t last.” Cesar shook his head. “None of his last girlfriends have.”

Aya huffed as she tucked her hair behind her ears and crossed her arms. “Okay, at least your upfront with your feelings.” She turned around and walked into the bedroom and straight into the bathroom. “Cesar is here babe.”

Spooky stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. “He is huh? He gave you a hard time?”

“Said I wouldn’t last so he doesn’t need to know me,” she shrugged as she started to dry him off. “No big deal, he’ll see.”

“Yeah he will,” he smirked at her before he kissed her head. “You ain’t gotta dote on me.”

“I know but I like to,” she smiled. “You’ve been looking out for me for a while, it’s time to show you what it’s like to have a woman hold it down for you.”

He rolled his eyes and smiled. “Cheesy as fuck, go somewhere.” He pulled on his boxers and jeans before looking at her. “Ignore Cesar, I’ll talk to him about respect even if you ain’t my girl he gotta respect you, you’re family.”

Aya nodded. “I want nothing more to be cool with Cesar. I don’t plan on going anywhere anytime soon babe.”

Spooky pulled on his wife beater and nodded. “I know, shower and get ready. I’m gonna go check on mi hermano.” He moved out of the bathroom and thru his bedroom before into the living room. “Cesar.”

“Spooky,” Cesar sat up and looked at his brother. “I met your friend.”

“Mi hyna,” he shrugged. “Aya told me your reaction to her trying to introduce herself. Do you know who her dad is or her brothers.” He leaned in close to his brother. “Her pops is Hector, one of the OGs, her brothers, Ju and Ja. You respect her whether it’s for me or not.”

“I didn’t know,” he shook his head. “I’m sorry, I’ll apologize to her. Okay?”

“Okay,” Spooky dropped to the sofa and sighed. “I like her, that’s my lady. Don’t disrespect her again. She’s a sweetheart but she’ll be quick to pull a knife out on you if you act too crazy towards her. I’ve seen it.”

Cesar nodded slowly. “I get it, she’s your lady. It’s cool, I will remember it.”

“You better,” Aya smiled before sitting on Spooky’s lap. “So do you have a girl?”

“Nah, I don’t,” Cesar shook his head. “Messed it up with her, so I’m just doing me.”

Spooky chuckled. “He’s sprung on one loud mouthed girl. She’s independent and won’t take any of his shit. Hell end up winning her back, he just gotta think things through.” He pointed to his brother’s head. “We’re getting out of here though Cesar, stick around if you want. We’re going cruising. Aya’s got this sweet ass Chevelle, gotta ride through.”

“You should come with us, maybe you’ll have fun,” Aya stood up. “I’ll introduce you to some people. Best way to get over someone is to get under someone new.”

“Hey,” Spooky rose to his full height. “Last thing he needs is to knock one of the little hoes from the car show up. You can come but keep your dick in your pants, I ain’t being no damn uncle. I’m too young.”

Cesar stood up. “Don’t worry about it. I’m smarter than I get credited for.” He shrugged. “I’m down to go. Sounds like it’ll be fun.”

“Oh it is,” Aya smirked. “Come on boys, let’s go.”

.

.

.

“He’s drunk,” Spooky looked around Aya and at Cesar who was dancing and grinning from ear to ear. “Never usually dances.”

“He’s having fun,” she turned his head back to face her and kissed him softly. “Just like we’re having fun and we’re going to keep having fun.” She smiled as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “Cesar needs this right now. Plus, that girl is as dangerous as a toothless chihuahua.”

“Hey Spooky,” A blonde walked up to the pair. “How’s it going?”

Aya took a deep breath and looked at the blonde. “He’s busy honey. Come back later.” She shook her head slowly. “It’s going well for him.”

Spooky looked at the blonde. “What she said.” He nodded. “It’s going really well for me, can’t say the same for you if you keep sticking around.”

The brunette tossed her hair over her shoulder and clicked her tongue. “The nerve.”

“I’m yours,” he whispered against her head. “I do like the way you get all possessive and jealous though.”

“Jealous of her?” She shook her head. “Never. Possessive? Always.” She slipped her hands under his shirt and smiled. “Need you. You need me?”

Spooky looked around and nodded slowly. “Yeah but I gotta keep eyes on Cesar.”

Aya smiled and turned around, leaning against Spooky. “Family first.”

“You get it,” he kissed her head. “That’s the only blood family I got, I will protect him till the death of me.” He squeezed her hips. “I am all he’s got.”

She nodded slowly turning back around to look up at him. She smiled as she pinched his cheek softly. “You don’t have to explain shit to me, I get it. Family is everything and you don’t get to think twice about saving blood.” She furrowed her brow. “I know it was hard for you when he was exiled but now you have him back, make the most of it. Make him see that he should aim for college or trade school. Don’t let him waste his potential like you wasted yours.”

Spooky nodded, his eyes on his brother who was now dancing with another girl. He smiled then his face tensed up. “I did it for him, just because I’m in the Saints doesn’t mean I’m not using my smarts or my potential. What about that girl, is she harmless?” He turned her around. “Or am I gonna be an uncle?”

Aya laughed and shook her head slowly. “She doesn’t look harmless but she is. She’ll break him in. That’s Issac’s sister.”

“Hey Spooky, hey Spooky’s Boo,” the guy nodded and waved. “Later!”

“Ha, Spooky’s Boo.” Spooky grinned from ear to ear. “I like it, Spooky’s Boo. Nothing else, I don’t want to hear anything else. Spooky’s Boo.”

[avaoakley]

dear   future   self ,

hi   big   girl   me  !   i   hope   your   doing   lots   beter   than   i   am   right   now ,   becos   things   are   kind   of   sucky   while   i’m   riting   this  .   its   a   real   rock   bottom  sitchuation   over   here  .   mom   drinks   lots   and   her   boyfrends   are   stupid   and   meen   and   dad   is   still   gon   away  .   and   then   theres  ...   the   other   thing  .   YOU   know  .   come   on  .

i’m   trying   to   think   of   happy   things   to   reemynd   you   of   first ,   though  ...   so   i’m   gonna   rite   about   this   sumer  .   even   though   i   gotta   do   the   egsact   same   thing   for   school   in   like   a   week  .   unless   im   DEAD 

we   made   the   bestest   frends   in   the   whole   world   in   janyuary  .   do   you   still   remember   them  ?   do   we   still   talk   to   them  ?   i   really   really   really   hope   so  .   i   hope   we’re   all   still   friends  .   the   cool   adults   club   now ,   i   guess  !!   georgie   and   caleb  .   

georgies   really   nice   and   the   bravest   boy   we   ever   knew   and   he   wore   the   yellow   coat   and   he   gave   us   a   poem   one   time  .   it   wosnt   really   a   proper   one  .   it   just   said   your   like   a   tough   flower ,   but   we   still   liked   it   lots  .    there   were   flowers   in   the   envelowp   but   they   were   kinda   wilty  ...     i   hope   you   still   have   it,   becos   its   the   nicest   thing   anyone   ever   rote   about   us  .   he   was   always   the   best  .   we   loved   him   so   much  .   even   though   its   kind   of   his   fault   we’re   in   this   mess ,   right  ?   boys   are   the   worst  .

anyway  .   caleb   had   all   the   curls   and   he   read   WAY   to   many   books   and   he   had   a   dog  .   sausage  .   he   was   luvly   but   kind   of   a   priss  .   he   helps   us   wiv   our   homework   and   we’re   teeching   him   how   to   ride   his   bike   wiv   no   hands   on   the   handlebars  .   hes   super   scared   of   it   but   hes   being   VERY   brave  .   hes   been   brave   all   sumer   actually  .   and   smart  .   smarter   than   us  .   he   knew  .   he   knew

sumer   was   nice   at   first  .   we   went   racing   bowts   in   the   rain   and   jumped   off   the   cliff   into   the   woter   to   play  .   we   helped   turtles   in   the   road   and   took   them   back   to   the   canal   so   they   wernt   hurting   in   the   sun  .   we   got   these   huge   sundays   and   split   them   three   ways   and   they   had   sprinkels   and   cherrys   and   choclate   sauce   EVERYWHERE  .   we   red   comics   in   the   treehows   and   played   all   day   and   we   only   ever   felt   bad   and   lownly   when   it   was   time   to   go   home  .   

homes   kind   of   scary   and   it   makes   me   sad  .   

do   you   live   by   yourself   now  ?   i   hope   you   do  .   somewhere   super   nice   and   big  .   or   at   LEAST   not   in   this   shithole   town  .   maybe   one   day   i’ll   punch   uncle   barry   in   the   face   just   for   you ,   future   me .   youll   get   to   feel   all   happy   and   prowd   about   it   when   YOU   remember  .   ill   probably   just   feel   very   hurty   when   he   gets   me   back  .

anyway  .   we   found   out   something   bad  .   if   your   reading   this ,   i   dont   have   to   tell   you   what   it   was  .   im   assuming   your   in   a   LOT   of   ferapy   right   now  .   paying   some   asshat   doctor   to   tell   you   it   was   all   in   our   nutty   seven   year   old   head  .   if   your   not ,   we’re   SUPER   dead   and   gobbled   up   and   like ,   a   sewer   zombee   now  .   haha  .   we   figure   we   shud   go   talk   to   it   about  ...   the   stuff   we   found   out  .   but   i’m   gonna   bring   my   bat  .   becos   i   dont   know   if   we   can   trust   it   anymore  .   it   lied   to   us  .   its   mean   and   its   horribul   and   it   might   hurt   us  .   i’m   so   so   so   MAD  .   and   i’m   upset  .   georgie   is   too  .   caleb   too  .   we’re   all   really   scared  ...    is   the   word  .   but   we   CANT   BE  .   and   its   not   fair  .

what   the   hell   do   YOU   know   about   being   scared  ?   i   bet   you   just   do   taxes   and   watch   friends   on   tv   and   yell   at   kids   playing   on   our   lawn   now  .   i’m   the   one   doing   the   big   girl   stuff  .   how   does   THAT   work  .

sorry  .

i’m   writing   this   because   i   WANT   there   to   be   a   future   me   around   to   read   this   dumb   letter  .   so    hiya  .   its   cool   that   we’re   alive  !   wonder   how   it   all   played   out  .   maybe   it   was   a   misunderstanding  ?   it   wasnt,   was   it  .

i   hope   your   still   brave  .   and   that   your   still   cool  .   if   i   grew   up   lame ,   and   horribul ,   like   every   other   adult   in   this   stupid   fucking   town ,   i   might   as   well   have   dyed   to   be   honest  .   jeezum  .    did   you   have   kids  ?   how   COME  ?   you   KNOW   what’s  ...   HERE  .   still  .   i   bet   they’re   neet  .   and   we’re   a   badass   mom  .   way   better   than   our   one  .   hey ,   you   still   say   fuck ,   right  ?   

but   i   gess   maybe   that   stuff   doesnt   matter ,   actually  .   even   if   your   boring   now ,   and   you   dont   say   fuck  ...   i   just   hope   your   okay ,   big   girl   me  .   do   me   a   solid   and   try   and   give   a   shit   abowt   the   kids   in   derry   if   your   still   stuck   there  .   none   of   those   other   idiot   grown   ups   will  .   but   you   and   me   know   better  .   okay  ?   please   and   thank   you  .

i’m   gonna   stop   riting   now  .   holy   SHIT  .   my   hand   HURTS  .   i’m   gonna   go   meet   georgie   and   caleb  .   and   we’re   all   gonna   be   fine  .    so   you   can   tell   big   georgie   and   big   caleb   i   say   hi ,   can’t   you  ?     

lots   of   love , the   cooler   ava   oakley  .   xxx

p.s.   are   we   famous  ?   or   maybe   mayor  ?   president   of   the   world  ?   i   just   feel   like   we   could’ve   been  .   easy   peasy  .   no   preshure   though  .

[vancilocs]

4, 6, 10, 19, 20 22 29 30 34 36 41-45 for roxette, remy and iain?

all sortsa people

4. What type of discipline was your character subjected to at home? Strict? Lenient?

Roxie’s parents got together, married and had her far too young so they also split up when she was just a toddler and kept in pretty minimal contact. So she could pretty much do what she liked because A) her parents were trying to one-up the other by being more lenient and nicer to her so she could literally just say “but daddy lets me-” and her mom would let her do that and more, and B) the parents didn’t speak to one another so she could get both of them to take her to the zoo because the other didn’t know she had already been there with the other. Boi did she learn how to manipulate people quick

Remy’s mom wasn’t overtly strict but not overtly lenient either. She made sure to teach her kids manners, respect and all that, gave them rules, grounded if needed, but really nothing out of the ordinary.

Outwards the family was just spotless and perfect, but Iain’s parents were pretty strict and quite demanding of him (his sister too). But, as long as he pulled straight A’s from school, he could do what he liked with his spare time before curfew. 

6. Did they feel rejection or affection as a child?

She grew up holding the leash of both her parents, but when they remarried and had other children when Roxie was in her teens, she was absolutely mortally insulted. So that feeling of affection turned into rejection really quick because she wasn’t the center of their world at all and this wouldn’t do.

Affection, dad wasn’t around but mom is and was very loving and nurturing, and there were aunts, uncles and grandmas and grandpas. So even if he had to share with his other two siblings there was plenty of love to go around 

Mainly affection, but very conditional and like he had to be even better because he was born “imperfect”. He still loves his parents and kinda refuses to see how their demands still affect his life.

10. Is your character street-smart, book-smart, intelligent, intellectual, slow-witted?

Very street-smart and quick-witted, very manipulative. Knows how to use her looks to fool people and make them underestimate her. 

Very very street-smart, always knows a chance to profit when he sees one. An expert on doing crimes without actually doing crimes and thus avoiding jail.

Book-smart and intelligent, good with people as well. Persuasive.

19. What were your character’s deepest disillusions? In life? What are they now?

Used to think she was the only thing her parents could care about until she wasn’t. These days maybe she’s a little unaware of how unhinged she actually is

He has a habit of not trusting anything or anyone outright, he’s the doubting kind who absolutely wants to dig into the very root of everything and see things out of every angle. He also sees the worst sides of a lot of things and people so he really has no disillusions about the world.

He’s just stuck on the thought that he needs to be better. Doesn’t matter what it is, he needs to be smarter, stronger, thinner, a better doctor, a better friend, a better husband, do this, do that, do everything cool, run a marathon, just constantly improve.

20. What were the most deeply impressive political or social, national or international, events that they experienced?

It’s hard to think about big events like that but maybe for Remy when Krea dang near got murdered, because to him the judge is damn near unstoppable and probably immortal, to see him die was pretty eye-opening. Impressive that someone that much smaller could do him in like that

22. Who are their friends? Lovers? ‘Type’ or 'ideal’ partner?

She has some friends she hangs out with when off work, regular people like club waitresses, dancers, bartenders and bouncers. She has a boyfriend or a girlfriend every now and then, usually it ends at least when they find out about her actual job or she just loses her cool like she does. Doesn’t care about the physical side but you gotta be a little crazy for her to like you. Wouldn’t mind a squeeze, casual or not.

Lots and lots of friends he hangs out with often, very few close friends though because he doesn’t trust like that. Lovers he really doesn’t have time for nor does he really care enough to have a type.

Befriends everyone if they allow it, a very friendly and outgoing guy happy to make new acquaintances. He’s been married three times - the first wife he left because he fell in love with the second one who was terminally ill and later passed away, years later he fell in love with Malva and married them. Really no type or preference, be cute and friendly, really the type of guy to fall in love with your heart and personality

29. What is your character’s weaknesses? Hubris? Pride? Controlling?

Addict, easily angered and prone to moodswings, unless she’s been given clear orders on what to do or not to do she can act real irrationally when she lets her feelings lead, messy

Too nosy for his own good, physically tiny, has a billion irons in the fire at the same time and without his trusted helpers would be so lost

Absolute refusal to take it easy

30. Are they holding on to something in the past? Can he or she forgive?

For no good reason thinks her parents outright betrayed her, refuses to forgive. Holds very long grudges against former partners too, none of her breakups have gone well

Made some dreadful mistakes that cost him his tail, will never forgive himself for that

He doesn’t blame his parents at all for making him such an overachiever, though he doesn’t even consider himself that nor does he think it’s anything to blame anyone for or anything to forgive

34. Does your character feel self-righteous? Revengeful? Contemptuous?

In her opinion nobody should ever be mean to her or do things she doesn’t like or she will hurt them

He’s just doing his thing, no need for big words.

He’s kinda vain but doesn’t consider himself better than anyone (just himself). Very chill and nice

36. Do they like to suffer? Like to see other people suffering?

Like, if a guy is harassing some girl at the club she absolutely hates seeing the girl in distress and very gleeful about knocking the guy’s teeth out. Depends on the situation. As for suffering herself... well, she’s never minded a bit of pain in the right circumstances

If they’re bad people then sure, he steals their money and sees them scramble and laughs about it. But he also sees a lot of little people suffering and hates it. Doesn’t want to suffer.

He’s a doctor, absolutely doesn’t want people to suffer. Will do anything to fix up something cosmetic or related to prosthetics that causes his patients pain or other kinds of anguish (though he avoids doing things like unnecessary nose jobs or facelifts, embrace your looks people). Not a fan of suffering himself yet he makes himself do that by doing triathlons

41. Is your character aware of who they are? Strengths? Weaknesses? Idiosyncrasies? Capable of self-irony?

In her eyes she’s a nice person who doesn’t deserve anything bad to be done to her and everyone who’s ever criticised her is wrong and mean. She’s great and pretty and pretty great. At times she will criticize others for doing the same bad things she does, don’t point this out to her or she will get mad

He’s self-aware, he has his little pizza hands in so many soups that he kinda has to have a good sense of self before dealing with so many others.

I guess Iain is always a little separate from the Better Iain he’s always striving to be. There will always be a Better Iain no matter how hard he works

42. What does your character want most? What do they need really badly, compulsively? What are they willing to do, to sacrifice, to obtain?

She just wants money, alcohol, cocaine, new clothes, a soft bed to sleep in, good things to eat, all the nice things, someone to pet her hair and tell her how great she is and maybe top her. Is that so much to ask. She’s would probably toss almost everyone she knows to the wolves to get that

He always wants information and at times goes to insane lengths to get it, but avoids sacrificing or risking too much, no lives are put in danger (or, any lives he cares about at least) or outsiders harmed. Mainly he just uses a shitton of money in bribes and acts as fast as he can to get to the information first

Be the Best he can be, dammit. What is the Best he can be? He doesn’t know, and he doesn’t know to get there

43. Does your character have any secrets? If so, are they holding them back?

Well she’s not super open about her work to anyone except those who know otherwise. Just says she works at the club, doing some peacekeeping.

He knows lots of secrets of other people, but for his own he doesn’t let his mom know what he’s up to bc he knows she’d disapprove and he doesn’t want that

No, he’s an open book.

44. How badly do they want to obtain their life objectives? How do they pursue them?

Her goals are pretty short-term, think “beating this guy into a pulp so I can go back to the club and get absolutely cranked”, or “I want this guy to rail me”, she’ll do whatever’s needed to get it, be it beating someone into a pulp or being cute and batting her eyelashes

He’s careful about learning stuff and things but he does want to learn stuff and things, always working towards doing that and also using the things he’s learned to his advantage

Dude’s a vegetarian gym rat health nut, maybe his methods are very innocent-sounding but he cranks them up to 11

45. Is your character pragmatic? Think first? Responsible? All action? A visionary? Passionate? Quixotic?

Very intense and passionate, acts fast, punches first and asks second if it seems the situation needed it, gets annoyed if she needs to stay back but will listen to her boss.

The type to stand back for a long time, observe from afar and learn everything there is to learn before acting or carefully moving closer to learn more. A lot of the time he doesn’t even act, at most he’ll sell the information to someone who might find it useful.

Responsible but passionate, looks at a lot of things from many angles before going for it and encourages others to do so as well. In work absolutely not the type to just dive into cosmetic surgery to “fix” something that doesn’t need fixing, works with the patient first to see if this is what they really need (he hasn’t had absolutely no procedures himself either).

[lavenderblossom74]

>>Start from the beginning here

"Bruce, Dick is your son."

And it was as if a powerful wave crashed into Bruce and left him disoriented and gasping for air because Dick was his son? Multiple thoughts swirled inside his mind but he couldn't process them all at once, couldn't figure out this puzzle that made absolutely no sense.

Because Dick had known, and oh God, Dick had known all along. From the first moment he'd met Bruce, he'd known that Bruce was his dad.

And Bruce- and Bruce… how much had he hurt that kid? His kid?

Suddenly the sound of a shrill beep pierced Bruce's thoughts and drew him back into reality. He looked at his wristwatch and his eyes widened, "The antidote's done," he said.

As he went to retrieve it, he could only hope it worked.

The half hour it took for the antidote to work seemed like an eternity to Bruce. And when the tests finally showed that Dick's hemoglobin levels were no longer decreasing, Bruce didn't think he'd ever been more relieved his life.

About an hour after that, Dick began to stir and Bruce saw Rebecca lean anxiously over her chair, ready to comfort and reassure her nephew.

But when Dick blearily opened his bright blue eyes, it was not his aunt's name on his lips.

"Brss?"

Bruce jolted in surprise but moved forward nonetheless, "I'm right here, Dick. You're okay."

The kid closed his eyes and smiled a little, "Kay" he said before falling back sleep.

Rebecca looked up at him with shock written all over her face but Bruce was in no mood to appease her. Instead he ignored her and chose to continue watching the boy who he'd almost lost.

Word spread fast around the watchtower though and several of the Leaguers dropped by to see how the kid they'd come to know as Robin was doing.

The first to visit were Dinah and Ollie who brought some balloons. Bruce was tempted to ask Dinah to stay with Dick so as to keep up appearances but in the end decided against it. Dick deserved better than that.

Next came Barry who merely raised an eyebrow at Bruce and placed some candy next to Dick's bedside. After him came J'onn who calmly phased through the door (much to Rebecca's surprise) and deposited some Oreos. He gave Bruce a knowing look before leaving the way he'd entered.

Finally Clark showed up with Conner who was holding a small robin plush in his hands. Conner settled it on Dick's pillow and quietly said, "You better be okay, alright? And you're not allowed to ever get sick like that again," he shuddered and Clark placed a comforting arm around his shoulders. A moment of silence passed before he continued, "I'll come back when you wake up, okay?"

After they'd left, Rebecca gazed at the door fondly, "It's nice to see Dick made friends in his time here. He'll be sad to leave them but it's for the best. He needs to go home."

Bruce's eyebrows furrowed as he said, "He can come visit"

Rebecca whirled on him instantly, "No, he can't. Are you serious right now?" She looked him up and down in disdain, "I don't suppose you mean just to visit his friends?"

Bruce set his jaw, "I want to be able to see him, Rebecca."

"No." Her tone was final and there was fire in her eyes but Bruce had a fire of his own.

"I have missed more than 8 years if my son's life and if you think that I plan on losing anymore-"

She interjected before he could finish, "Actually, that's exactly what I plan on you doing. You weren't interested in 'seeing him' before you knew he was your son. Now suddenly, because he's a Wayne-"

Fury ignited inside Bruce at her implication that he only cared about Dick because he was his son. "I didn't think I had a right to see him." So he hadn't asked because what right would he - the man who had pushed Dick away for a large part of the time they'd been together - possibly have? "Now I do."

And he'd changed, he was aware he still had a long way to go - even now, he still had amends to make - but he was willing to try.

Rebecca gave him a cold glare, "Bruce, you hold no rights to that boy."

Bruce shot back a glare of his own, "My blood says otherwise."

"Listen Bruce, the thing about kids? They need stability in their lives. Either you're there for them or you're not but in both cases, you need to be consistent. Because if you aren't, you destroy the kid. And that's exactly what you've been doing!"

"I'm not blind, Bruce. As soon as I got here, I could see that Dick was uncomfortable around you and I thought, 'Well at least Bruce picked a side'. But then Dick woke up and the first person he looked for was you. I don't know what happened these last few months but at some point you were there for him. Then—I'm guessing when you found about his lies—you flipped your switch to uncaring. You can't do that! And if you won't choose a side, then I will … stay out of my nephew's life."

"I know I made a mistake-"

Rebecca gaped at incredulously, "A mistake? Bruce, look around you! All you've done is cause your son pain – Dick almost died because of something he would've never been exposed to if you didn't parade around Gotham dressed as a bat. And then you top on emotional pain above everything else…" Rebecca shook her head, "Just stay away."

And Bruce wished he could deny her accusation, he wished she didn't have a point.

But she did.

/0\0/0\0/0\

When Dick finally joined the land of the living for longer than five minutes, he was pretty sure he'd already awoken like four or five times. His aunt had been there the whole time but Bruce…

Dick had thought he'd seen him the first time but he was starting to think his foggy brain had just imagined it all. Bruce definitely wasn't here right now.

Aunt Becca offered him a cup of water with a straw and a reassuring smile. Dick did his best to smile back and took a sip.

He was fine. And also dumb for thinking that because he'd gotten pretty sick, Bruce would actually be in here with him. While he still wasn't sure of all the details of said sickness, he knew it'd been serious enough to bring him to the watchtower (because where else was he going to see a view of space this real?).

Regardless, Bruce was absent and it was fine.

He leaned his head back on the pillows and sighed.

His aunt nudged him, "What's wrong, bud?"

He shrugged, "Nothing,"

Aunt Becca frowned at him but instead of pressing the issue, she said, "Would you like to speak to your friend? Conner, I believe his name was?"

At this Dick's eyes lit up and he nodded enthusiastically.

His aunt chuckled, "Okay then, give me a second," she stood, "He should be a couple rooms over."

Not even a minute after she'd left, the door burst open and Conner ran in. His face broke out into a grin as he saw Dick sitting up, "You're awake!"

Dick grinned back, "Nope, I'm asleep with my eyes open."

Conner rolled his eyes and bounded forward, "Whatever, Mr. Smart Comeback,"

"I am smart, thank you!"

"Sure"

"No, really, I am."

"Well I'm smarter."

"Conner, you do realize I skipped a grade, right? At a private school."

At Conner's put out glare, Dick burst out laughing. After a minute, the other boy joined him.

After they finally calmed down, Dick decided to ask about his sickness. He hadn't wanted to ask his aunt because he knew she wouldn't tell him much and considering she had yet to come back, he was going take advantage of the opportunity and ask Conner.

"Um, so what was wrong with me?"

The easy grin slipped off his friend's face and Dick started thinking that maybe this wasn't a good idea. But no adult was going to tell him the whole truth in an attempt 'to protect him' or whatever… expect maybe Bruce because the man just plain blunt but that obviously wasn't an option.

He knew Conner would.

Conner shifted his weight from one foot to the other as he began to explain, "You were losing blood, like not through an injury or something, but because your blood cells were getting destroyed in your body. Bruce called my dad when they were going to bring you here and because it was so last minute, my dad had to bring me too."

His expression somehow became more sad, "It was scary, Dick. You were like chalk white and and your aunt was freaking out and everybody was running around trying to get you situated."

Dick opened his mouth to stop him because it was obvious it bothered Conner to talk about this and yeah, that made sense because Dick would hate to see Conner almost die and then have to talk about it but Conner continued to talk, seemingly wanting to just let it all out.

"It got worse because they were suddenly talking about a blood transfusion only to find out there wasn't any available blood. Wally's uncle was about to go to nearby blood bank when Bruce suddenly showed up," At this, a small smile settled on Conner's face, "And his blood was the the same type as yours… isn't that crazy? You got the blood transfusion and I guess they figured out a cure because you got better."

He stopped and looked at Dick directly in the eyes, "But you better not get sick like that again, okay? You're not allowed to."

Dick shakily laughed, "Okay. Sorry for scaring you."

"S'okay, at least you're better now," Conner said.

"I guess"

There was small silence before Conner spoke again and this time he was the one with the hard questions. "Your Aunt's back… does that mean you're leaving soon?"

Dick bit his lip before answering, "Yeah"

"Oh. Wait-"Conner's eyebrows scrunched up together as he though, "Whenever you were at the cave, you knew you were gonna leave, didn't you?"

"Conner, I-"

"Why didn't you say goodbye?" His expression was so hurt as he asked, "Were you just gonna leave without saying goodbye?"

"I wanted to say goodbye, I was going to but then I just… I couldn't. I'm sorry."

"Why not?"

"Because I wasn't ready to say goodbye." Dick shrugged helplessly, "I'm still not."

Conner expression slowly cleared and he nodded, "I get it - I don't want to say goodbye either."

Dick smiled sadly, "I'll miss you,"

"Me too"

Conner's sad look was back so Dick held out his fist and grinned as cheerfully as he could, "Best bros?"

Conner smiled a little and bumped it with his own fist, "Best bros"

The door opened and both boys turned to see who had entered. It was Clark and behind him… Bruce.

Clark smiled at Dick and asked, "How are you holding up, Dick?"

Dick shrugged, "I'm doing good, I guess."

"That's great," Clark's expression suddenly became more somber as he said"We're really going to miss you when you leave though,"

"Me too," Dick said softly.

"You know, what? I bet you can come-"

Bruce suddenly shot him a glare so dark Clark stopped speaking. They both engaged in what Dick assumed was a silent argument but he didn't even try and read it.

Because Clark had been about to tell him he could visit and Bruce had glared at him… Bruce didn't want him coming back.

"Um," At Dick's voice, both men turned to look at him, "I'm actually kind of tired so if you wouldn't mind…" he trailed off.

"Oh, of course." Clark said,

Conner for his part looked at him with concern so Dick put his hands together and tilted his head to the side in a traditional sleep gesture, crossing his eyes as he did so. Conner smiled before waving and following his dad outside.

The lights turned off and the darkness allowed Dick the freedom of letting his tears fall. He tugged his covers up and squeezed his eyes shut, trying to fall asleep before his crying became worse.

The tears continued to stubbornly fall though and Dick swallowed a sob. It was okay, it was okay… it was okay.

ooo

He was allowed to return the the manor the next day as he was apparently on the road to a full recovery. His aunt was with him most of the time but it seemed like Bruce couldn't even stand being in the same room as him.

Before, Bruce had either ignored him or acted completely indifferent but now it was as if his body language was speaking through a megaphone and clearly saying, "I don't want you here."

And sure, nothing new there... even if before the whole shebang with his aunt happened he'd thought that maybe, maybe...

But even after the that happened, Bruce still hadn't acted like this! What had happened?

So when Mia came to visit him one day, he knew it was his chance to get some answers. It took a bit of work but eventually she relented. And Dick wished she hadn't.

Because his Aunt had told Bruce that Dick was his son... and that had led to Bruce's change in behavior.

(Was it really such an awful thing to have Dick as a son?)

Apparently, it was. Something inside Dick's chest broke and and his breath hitched as he came to his realization.

He and Mia sat in silence for a few minutes before she pulled him into a tight hug and whispered, "I'm sorry."

But Dick didn't cry. He just squeezed his eyes shut and held it all in.

After she left, he quietly got up his bed and walked over to his shelf to get his Rubik's cube. He sat back down and proceeded to begin solving it, the puzzle distracting him from the ache inside him. With an intense determination, he twisted and turned it oder and over, unwilling to leave it unsolved.

And finally, all the sides were the same color. For the first time ever, he'd been able to solve it. He hadn't given up and he'd actually been able to do it! A shaky grin spread itself across his face as he took in his accomplishment. Then, drip, drip, drip.

He blinked in surprise at the drops on the surface of the cube and gingerly touched his cheeks only for his fingers to come back wet. The tears continued to fall and suddenly his whole face crumpled. With a sob, he launched the Rubik's cube across the room and sank to his knees.

It wasn't fair!

... It wasn't.

/0\0/0\0/0\

Bruce was in the middle of his meeting when his secretary stuck her head into the room, an apologetic expression upon her face. "Mr. Wayne? I apologize for the interruption but your butler is on the line and he is quite insistent that he speak to you."

Before she was even done speaking, Bruce stood. He offered a polite smile at those in the room, said, "Excuse me for a moment," and quickly followed Mrs. Lacy out the door.

He took the offered phone with a grateful smile and moved to stand in a corner. He took a second to brace himself – if Alfred was calling the office it was because he couldn't reach Bruce through his personal phone and usually when that was the case, it meant Bruce was in the middle of something really important. If Alfred was interrupting that…

He sighed and placed the phone to his ear, "Alfred?"

"Ah, Master Bruce, thank heavens! I am deeply sorry for the interruption but Miss Rebecca has just informed me that she intends to leave for the Gotham Airport in approximately two hours. Apparently, she booked a commercial flight," despite you offering to let her use your private jet or at least pay for the flight went unsaid.

Bruce sighed an ran a hand over his face, "I see,"

"I wished to inform you so you could come and say your farewells."

And it seemed like a rock sank in Bruce's stomach, "I can't, Alfred."

"Master Bruce, you may never see that boy again. Will you not reconsider?"

"It's not that, it's just I'm in the middle of finalizing a merger and if it goes wrong, thousands could end up losing their jobs, some being the only source of income for their families. I can't, Alfred."

Because apparently, Rebecca refused to even allow him saying goodbye to Dick. In the end though, maybe it would actually result the better. It was definitely a more favorable outcome than Bruce having the chance to say goodbye and not doing it. Which considering everything…

"Very well, sir."

The call ended and with it Bruce's mask was set in place. He gave the phone back to Mrs. Lacy with a simple nod before going back to the room, his face seemingly composed.

And if he lost his patience faster than usual or became an even fiercer shark while negotiating or growled when one of the members wasn't on board with an idea… well maybe he wasn't as composed as everyone seemed to think.

A couple of painful hours later, the merger was complete. Bruce glanced at his watch but what was the use? The two hour deadline had come and gone a while ago. He sighed and went to leave but was stopped when Lucius came up to him and said "Everything alright, Bruce?"

And what was Bruce supposed to say? No everything's not alright, I'm a horrible person and an even worse father? Was he supposed to say, I distance myself from others so I don't get attached but in the end I do anyway? Was he supposed to say, I'm pretty sure my son hates me or will eventually grow up hating me and he was every right to?

What was he supposed to say?

That he'd broken a kid's trust in him and that he screwed up everything he touched? That a little boy had managed to worm himself inside Bruce's heart but when things became tough, Bruce acted like he hadn't?

Was that was he was supposed to say?

Instead he looked up and said, "Everything's fine, Lucius."

The man seemed like he wanted to say something else but in the end only sighed with resignation, "Alright"

When he arrived it at the manor, there wasn't a little boy to greet him. And even though there hadn't been one for the past week, this time it was different. Because before, Bruce would know that he could go upstairs and Dick would still be there; now he was gone and he wasn't coming back.

Despite everything, he found himself discarding his briefcase and standing inside Dick's room moments later. And it was as if the kid was still there.

Everything Bruce had bought him - all the clothes and the toys - remained in their place. The boy had only taken what he'd arrived with.

Bruce sighed and sank onto the bed only to narrow his eyes at the paper he rustled. At first glance it was just a piece of notebook paper folded in half but when he opened it, a blank envelope was revealed.

And so was the messy scrawl on the notebook paper:

Hi Bruce

The envlope has a letter from my mom that's for you. I don't know what it says, just that it's for you. I figured you deserved this much after all my lies.

I'm sorry.

I know you found out that you're my... you know.

I'm so sorry.

I know you're mad and I am so so sorry.

I shouldn't have lied - I shouldn't have even come here!

But you still took care of me so thanks for that. Bye.

- Dick

Bruce blinked hard at Dick's goodbye letter and forced himself to look at the envelope instead. It was from Mary...

He opened it and began to read.

Dear Bruce,

I have no idea how many times I've written this and never finished. Each time I start the words just seem to leave but I know need to press forward this time. You deserve that much, our child deserves that much.

Yes, Bruce, we have a child - a son. His name is Richard 'Dick' John Grayson and he is the sweetest boy any mother could ever ask for. He carries his heart on his sleeve, not like his father who hides it behind thick stone walls. But nonetheless, he's still so much like you; brave, kind, smart, and oh so stubborn. He's athletic and simply adores soccer, so very much like you did. He has your black hair and handsome looks, I know he'll be a real ladies man when he grows up, just like his father.

Forgive me for not telling you when I found out - for leaving instead - but I just didn't know what else to do. I knew you wanted to make a change in Gotham in a way only you would think to do and I also knew that because of that, you wouldn't have time for a family. The truth is we would just have been a burden to you but you would've stuck with us either way. And I knew that no matter what I wanted, the greater good was more important so I called things off between us.

Afterwards I had no idea what I should do… that was when I met John Grayson. He was an acrobat at Haley's Circus and what better way to disappear tha to join the circus? And so that's what I did. Then I had Dick – a tiny little thing born two months early – and John was kind enough to let me put him down as the father on Dick's birth certificate. He also let me use his last name so I could change my own name as well. For the next two years things went pretty good, I was adapting well to life as an acrobat thanks to my gymnastics roots and Dick was growing up into a cute and healthy baby.

That was when John's trailer caught fire - a tragic accident that took his life. I was devastated for a long time after and eventually made up my mind to come back. The next time Haley's Circus came to Gotham I went in search of you, fully intent on telling you about Dick (who was 5 at the time) and maybe beginning anew. But then I found out about well, you know. You'd already set all your plans into motion and even though you'd just began, I could already tell you were making a difference. And so I left it at that.

Now, I write this as preparation for the future. The next time I am able to see Rebecca, I'm going to give her this letter and make her promise that she'll show it to you if anything ever happens to me.

That's why I know that if you are reading this, it must be because I no longer live. Please Bruce, I implore you, please help Dick. He needs you.

With love,

Mary

Bruce had to fight the onslaught of emotions threatening to overwhelm them... she must've never gotten the chance to give the letter to Rebecca before she...

He shook his head before burying it in his hands. Because yeah, Dick had needed him and Bruce- Bruce hadn't been there. He should've tried harder, he shouldn't have let anger blind him, he shouldn't have-

He looked up and a small object near the wall caught his attention. Slowly, he stood and walked closer; the colors flashed-

"Bruce, Bruce!" A yelling nine year old came bounding out of nowhere, holding a Rubik's cube in his hands.

"I can't do it!" He complained, "I've tried over and over and each time it messes up!"

Dick pushed the cube into his face and declared, "Bruce, fix it!"

Bruce wryly rose an eyebrow as he took the offered object and within two minutes, he had it solved.

Dick gaped at him but his eyes were shining with admiration... and Bruce wasn't sure he deserved the admiration of this kid but he had it anyway.

"How'd you do that?!" The kid exclaimed.

"Practice. You have to keep on trying even when you fail... you can't give up."

The boy stretched out his hands and wiggled his fingers, "Okay, okay, let me see!"

Bruce held it out of his reach, "Not until you promise you won't give up."

Dick looked at him seriously, "I won't, I promise!" he said.

Bruce nodded in satisfaction and gave it back to him. The boy immediately messed it up before proceeding to try and solve it. His tongue stuck out in concentration as he twisted the cube over and over and with a small lift of his mouth, Bruce left him to it.

As long as he didn't give up, he'd figure it out.

Bruce grabbed the cube from the floor and studying it - all six sides were the same color.

The kid had done it. He hadn't given up just like he'd promised.

Bruce leaned his back against the wall and slowly lowered himself down.

Staring at the cube in his hands, only one thought ran through his head:

What had he done?

/0\0/0\0/0\

AN: Oops?

(In other news, I got a tumblr! My username is the same one I use here so you can go check it out for updates and/or teasers for future chapters!) (And uh... yeah. Oops. Again. I have a plan! ... *raises eyebrows* Any guesses?)

~LB

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          My breath quivered as it became deeper. My fingers started to twitch as I continued to walk through the crowd of people. They moved like they were playing an invisible piano, I instantly recognized each key they pressed as I had played the piano for years. I quickly shook my hand, hoping to try and control my nerves to stop that stupid, stupid twitching.

There was a slight twitter behind me, breaking my attention away from my hand that continued to twitch.

I couldn't help but feel the muscles on the corners of my lips jolt. Pulling itself into a small smile as I looked down at the small bird that sat in its small cage. He had feathers painted with shades of grey, green and a shade of turquoise.

"It's going to be okay," I spoke to him quietly. "I know you're going to hate me later. But it's going to be alright, Ari."

I looked down at the black watch that was strapped to my bony wrist. My pace started to quicken slightly seeing as I have 30 minutes to get to my plane. "Anyway, you'll only be in there for a few hours, once we get to Aunties and Uncles place I let you stretch your wings."

The large airport was full of people trying to get here, there, and everywhere. Whether there were people just coming into Washington, or other people leaving to another state in America or to another country out of the states.

Whatever people were in this airport for, it was crowded and busy. A lot more so then I thought it was going to be. It is just as full of people than the streets of Washington.

But what was I to expect? What was anyone to expect?

Washington is one of the most popular states in America, people were always visiting here for a vacation, business, or people come here from anywhere to live in this lovely state.

Come on, Lilith. We're almost there.

I continued to push against the crowd.

I pulled my scrawny body closer to myself, trying to make myself as small as possible. Trying to have minimal contact with the surrounding people as possible.

I struggled to make my way to the platform on the far side of the platform. It turns out that people least like to go to London than any other places in America. Seems like people are more likely to go to Canada then they are to come to the UK or Australia.

Once I got to the platform I sat down on a seat. Placing the handbag on the seat next to me, placing Ari on the seat as well.

I slipped out a small piece of paper that I had folded up. Opening the paper, I revealed a photo. It was an old photo that I always carried around. The photo was taken when I was 5 years old, my mum and dad were in it.

My mum, Diana, stood to my right in the photo. She wore a light red dress which helped her hair pop out as it flowed over her shoulders like a river of black ichor. Her forest green eyes shone brightly, like fireflies where strapped, floating around in the deepest, greenest part of a forest that grew in her eyes. Her smile seemed to make the gloomiest day a summers day.

I've been told I am a lot like her, the only thing that was different from me and my mum was my ice blue eyes.

But, that is something I don't understand.

How can I be like someone who was so amazing, so brave, so strong, so smart, so beautiful, so selfless? How can I be anything like my mum?

I am nothing like her, I'll never be anything like her.

Not because I don't want to be like her. I'd give anything to be like my mum... It's just, it's just I can't be anything like my mum.

I am stupid, ugly, a coward, unwanted, useless, selfish, dumb, weird, crazy, a loser, a nightmare, a disaster. You look up every negative word in the dictionary and I'll be the poster boy for it. I am NOTHING, and my mum is everything... well, she was everything...

She left a year after this photo was taken...

Some said my mum was as beautiful as an angel or even a goddess. She was that one person that the world didn't deserve but she deserved the world.

She was as smart as a professor, or smarter than Alan Turing, Leonardo da Vinci, Isaac Newton, or even Albert Einstein.

To what others had said, she was basically the picture of the perfect person.

On the left, my dad stood there in a neatly pressed suit. His dark brown hair was brushed back neatly, his soft blue eyes gazed at the camera aimed at us.

There is nothing I can really say about him.

Before mum left he was kind, he worked as a lawyer...

But after mum left he broke down. His mind broke...

Between the two of them sat a chubby-cheeked, smiling me – a complete opposite to what I am today.

The voice told me that I am better off being empty. So now I am empty. I am empty instead of the person who was so full of life.

'The secret is to just be EMPTY!'

I know I shouldn't have listened, it seemed all too dangerous. But it said to have faith in it.

So, I did.

The God that the Christians believe in is dangerous. In the Bible he is said to have flooded the earth, to have destroyed entire armies. Yet, the Christians continue to have faith in him, saying that you put your faith and trust in him he will treat you right.

It's got to be the same thing... Right?

'The secret is to just be empty.'

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This Evergreen Love (Part 2)

Summary: Enjoy World’s Best Dad? Check out the second part from Dean’s perspective…

This Evergreen Love Masterlist

Pairing: single parent!Dean x kindergarten teacher!reader

Word Count: 2,200ish

Warnings: language

A/N: Written in Dean’s POV...

“Alright munchkin, what do you want for dinner?” I asked once we got home. Gracie peeled off her shoes and tucked them away on the mat next to mine, giving a little shrug. “What’s your woman’s intuition telling you?”

“My what?” she asked, slipping off her backpack and putting it down near her shoes. 

“Well,” I said, bending down and throwing her on my hip, happy to see the smile on her face. “When you get bigger, you’ll be a woman. Women have this thing called intuition because men are kind of...we get nervous around women sometimes and we act a little silly. So as a little woman in training, do you think Y/N would like spaghetti for dinner ?”

“Jessica likes peas. I don’t like peas but we’re both girls,” said Gracie.

“Okay, that comment only went way over your head,” I said, Gracie tilting her head back to look up. “Little dork.”

“Daddy, I’m teasing you. I’m super smart you know,” she said, a smug smile on her face. 

“Oh, are you now?” I asked, walking her down to the kitchen, poking through the cupboards to make sure we had everything. “Should I be expecting perfect grades on your report card next week then?”

“Uh huh,” she said, glancing outside. I opened up the backdoor since we had time to kill and put her down on her swing, sitting in the other one as she started to take off.

“Alright little smarty pants, what is five plus eight minus two?” I asked.

“Eleven,” she said without missing a beat. 

“Someone’s going to Harvard,” I said. She tilted her head and I kicked my feet a little on the ground. “It’s a big school when you finally graduate that you can go to and get even smarter when you’re older. You have to get good grades if you want to go though.”

“Is that the big brick building down the street from school?” she asked.

“That’s the middle school, munchkin. Harvard is a school you go to when you’re all done with high school. It’s all the way in the Northeast, Massachusetts I think,” I said.

“I want to stay here,” she said. “Is there a Harvard here?”

“I’m not sure munchkin. We have a long, long time to figure that out,” I said. At least she was advanced enough that if she kept it up she’d get a decent scholarship. That stupid woman that birthed her wasn’t the brightest and I wasn’t that great either so I still had no idea where she got it from. 

“Did you go to Harvard?” Gracie asked, slowing down so she could bonk from side to side, straight into me.

“No, munchkin,” I said. “Uncle Sammy went to Stanford which is a very good school though.”

“Why didn’t you go?” she asked. I opened my mouth but stopped short.

“You don’t seem like the lie to your daughter type.”

“Daddy didn’t...Daddy told Grandma and Grandpa he didn’t want to,” I said, that image of Y/N cocking her head in my mind. It was Gracie after all. If there was one person on this planet I could trust to love me always, it was her. “But Grandma and Grandpa, we didn’t have a lot of money, not until Grandpa got a better job. I knew your Uncle Sammy wanted to be a lawyer and he was going to go to school in a couple of years. You have to go to school a long time if you want to be one of those. I didn’t...I wanted Sam to not worry about money. I didn’t want Grandma and Grandpa to get in debt so I told them I didn’t want to go so Sammy had more for them to spend on him.

“So Daddy did a couple of different things until I saved up some money and then I went to school to work in a garage like Uncle Benny. I almost graduated too when I moved to California to stay with Uncle Sammy a few years until he finished school. That’s how I started to work in construction and that’s why I have the job I do now,” I said. Gracie had stopped swinging and hopped off, stepping over to stand in front of me. She climbed up on my lap and gave me a hug. “What’s wrong munchkin?”

“I’m sorry I called you mean yesterday,” she said. “You’re the nicest person ever.”

“Thank you Gracie,” I said, returning the hug and wrapping an arm around her. I kicked off my feet and she giggled, even if she was getting a little big for both of us on one swing. “You never have to worry about money. Daddy’s saving for you and with good grades, you can go wherever you want.”

“Can I stay here with you?” she asked.

“Of course munchkin,” I said. “You can stay here as long as you want.”

“Can I have a fruit rollup?” she asked. 

“How about some carrots and a little bit of fruit rollup?” I asked, pressing her a little tighter. “Ready?”

“Uh huh,” she said. I jumped off the swing, Gracie laughing the whole time as I landed on my feet with her. “Again?”

“I thought you were hungry,” I said, spinning her around.

“Please?” she asked. I pecked a kiss on her forehead and sat back down. 

“One more and then we’ll get you a snack.”

“Daddy, can I help make dinner?” asked Gracie, standing by the counter as I saw it was getting close to six. 

“Do you want to show me how strong you are and undo the sauce lid?” I asked, handing her the jar that I’d already unscrewed once.

“Okay,” she said, getting it off with relative ease. She sat it back on the counter but I saw it falling the second she turned away.

“Gracie, move-”

Thankfully the jar bounced and didn’t break. Unfortunately, it absolutely covered her head to toe. I felt the cool tomato sauce all over my face and arms, my shirt wet and jeans probably not escaping any damage. 

“Sorry,” said Gracie. She looked so freaking cute like that though I couldn’t fight back a laugh and saw her face instantly relax as she laughed too. “Your hair is red.”

“Your hair is red,” I said, looking us both up and down and shaking my head, smiling when I caught the clock. “Oh good, Y/N should be here in five minutes.”

“You need a bath,” said Gracie. I raised an eyebrow and picked her up giggling as I wiped off my hand and grabbed my phone. I took a picture of us and sent it to Sam, Gracie giggling to send it to her grandma too.

The second first date is going well if you couldn’t tell. - D

Tell Gracie she needs to start planning these for you. She’s got more common sense than you. -Sam

She dropped it!

Blaming a five year old...excuses....

Bitch.

Jerk. Relax and have fun. Call me when it’s over. I want to know what second first date means.

“Alright munchkin,” I said, putting the phone down and doing my best to get her upstairs without dripping all over the floor. We got up the stairs successfully and into her bathroom, stripping her clothes before I plopped her in the empty bath tub. “Can you stay right here until I get back? I’ll clean you up in just a minute.”

“You made a mess,” she said with another giggle. I dropped my jaw and she laughed.

“You made the...you little...” I said, wiping a bit of sauce down her cheek. “I’ll be right back munchkin.”

I got the kitchen wiped down just in time to hear the doorbell go off. Of course I gave Y/N a hug, getting her top covered in sauce. She only laughed thankfully and gave me the time to go get Gracie and I cleaned up.

“We really don’t deserve this woman.”

“Hi, Dean,” said Sam when I called him late that night. “Are you in love yet?”

“You loser! I am not in love!” I said, Sam laughing as I bit the inside of my cheek. “I really do like this woman though, Sammy.”

“So what exactly did second first date mean? You guys have to cancel the first one or something?” asked Sam.

“I may have ended it and told her very politely we shouldn’t see each other. Gracie reamed me out a new one and I knew it was just me being afraid of a million things so I apologized yesterday and Y/N gave me another chance,” I said. Sam was quiet for a minute.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this but Gracie is far better at this relationship stuff than you ever will be,” said Sam.

“I know that. Gracie’s the only reason I even had a chance at Y/N. I told her I’d get her a puppy someday,” I said.

“Oh, you cave so easy to her. Wait until she starts bringing boys over,” said Sam.

“Daddy has a shotgun. He’s not worried about that,” I said, Sam snorting. “I have another date tomorrow.”

“Lucky boy,” said Sam. I rolled my eyes but he probably had as big a grin on as I did. “Did you want me to watch Gracie?”

“No, no. Gracie was invited too,” I said. “Y/N...she doesn’t care that I have a daughter. Shit, she’s so good with Gracie I don’t...for the first time ever I’m not scared of Gracie getting rejected or pushed aside or treated like an inconvenience.”

“Does Y/N have any kids or...” Sam asked.

“No. She’s a kindergarten teacher so I guess she’s used to hanging out with kids all day. But even at dinner Gracie got a little upset because Y/N’s her teacher and she did something she’s not supposed to but Y/N turned it around like that and got her to calm down. She doesn’t treat her like a student either or me like a parent. We’re just Dean and Gracie to her.”

“Remember when I asked if you were in love? I think you are,” said Sam.

“I’m going to noogie your ass the next time I see you,” I said.

“I’m bigger than you,” he said.

“I’m still stronger,” I said. 

“Hmm...debatable,” he said. “So really, you and Y/N, you think this might work?”

“Do you remember that counting thing we used to do?” I asked, Sam humming.

“The scream in a pillow until you get to ten thing. Yup, I remember,” said Sam. 

“I didn’t do it today,” I said. “I’m not going to do it either. I’ve done it everyday for five years Sammy and I’m not doing it today.”

“Dean,” said Sam, pausing a beat. “I know I never thought there’d be a day when I didn’t do it either but it’s been years. You’ll get there and from the sounds of it, you’re finally letting it go. I’m really proud of you.”

“Before we get too sappy, I should get going,” I said. “It’s getting late.”

“Dean...” he said. “Don’t put everything on this woman. Maybe you just needed someone new to say it but you’ve always been a good dad, a good person. You never did anything wrong. Life screwed you over some but you’re good. I hope Y/N can help you realize that.”

“Night Sammy,” I said.

“Night Dean. Call me after your date tomorrow. It’s nice to hear you acting like a teenager with a crush again,” said Sam, hanging up.

I picked up the bowls from the end table and went to the garage, tossing the drill in the back of Baby. I checked on Gracie fast before climbing into bed, just in time to see my phone go off.

Got home safe :) - Y/N

Thanks. Have a good night Y/N. - D

I did. See you tomorrow Winchester.

“If there’s somebody up there, thank you for sending me this woman,” I said, staring at the ceiling. “And giving me a daughter to look out for me.”

“Daddy? Who are you talking to?” I heard Gracie say from the end of the bed.

“Nobody munchkin. Why aren’t you in bed?” I asked.

“There’s a bug on the wall,” she said. 

“A bug? That’s not where he’s supposed to be. Let’s go deal with him so you can get back to sleep,” I said, scooping her under one arm and grabbing a tissue in the other, dealing with the small bug in no time at all, Gracie giggling as her arms and legs hung down. I put her back in bed and nearly had her tucked in when she grabbed my face and gave me another kiss goodnight.

“I told you Ms. Y/L/N would make you happy,” she said.

“Yes you did, munchkin,” I said. “Get some sleep.”

By the time I was back in my room and laying down myself, I smiled.

“Like I said earlier dude, thank you for these women...and Sammy. I needed him more than he’ll ever know.”

A/N: Read Part 3 here!

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Camp Leader Embarrassment - part 4 - the finale!

Here is the 4th and final part of Ben’s story! Please let me know what you think via DM or Ask a Question. Loads of new stories are on the way, so keep your ideas coming :-)

The day before the talent show, Ben found himself starting to pack up some of his stuff. He was feeling a bit down that summer camp was nearly over and as much as he was surprised to admit it to himself, he couldn’t deny that he’d miss his group.

The tech rehearsal for the talent show was taking up much of the day and Ben headed over to the auditorium so that Matt, Luke and Grant could explain what he needed to do for the lights.

‘Hey Camp Leader Ben,’ Matt said with a grin when Ben arrived.

‘Hey guys. So, what do I need to do tomorrow?’

Grant and Luke explained that they’d programmed a light show to accompany the songs that their band was playing and all Ben had to do was press the button to start the show for each song.

‘It’s really easy. As soon as Matt says the name of the song, you press this button. You’ll have headphones on so you’ll only be able to hear us through our microphones.’

Ben looked at the position of the lighting box. ‘I won’t be seen behind the curtain, will I?’

‘Definitely not,’ Luke said. ‘The lights are out front so no one will know you’re here.’

‘But,’ Matt said with a smile. ‘We would like you to come and join us for a bow when we’re done. You are our lighting guy after all.’

Ben didn’t feel remotely comfortable with the thought of going on stage, but he didn’t want to let them down.

‘Okay, I guess I can do that.’

‘Perfect – we’ll call you out when we’re done,’ Matt said with a satisfied smirk. ‘We also picked up your uniform for tomorrow. Mr Lyle said you hadn’t got it.’

Ben had completely forgotten to visit Mr Lyle. All of the Camp Leaders had a smarter uniform for the final day as the parents would be present.

‘Thanks Matt,’ Ben said as he took the khaki pants and blue shirt from him.

‘And we made sure they were a size bigger than your current uniform,’ Grant said with a chuckle.

‘Thanks guys.’

Ben tested the lightshow as the guys rehearsed and was quite looking forward to the talent show.

The parents were all due to arrive at lunchtime for drinks and canapes and then the talent show would take place before the guys all went home. Ben was staying the night and then going home with Jason and his dad the following day.

Ben woke up, showered and pulled on his usual uniform to help the other Camp Leaders set up in the dining hall. Aside from a few of the guys teasing him for his shorts riding down and flashing his butt crack, it was an uneventful morning and before they knew it, the parents were arriving.

‘You better get dressed, Ben,’ Jason said as he emerged from their small bathroom dressed in his khaki pants, black dress shoes and navy shirt. ‘The talent show will start soon.’

Ben jumped up from his bed and said he’d catch Jason up.

As soon as the door closed, Ben pulled off his stretched out uniform shirt and gratefully removed the snug uniform shorts. As his hands brushed over his white briefs, he realised how damp with sweat they were from the morning’s activities.

Better change those, he thought.

As Ben rifled through his nearly packed case, he realised that he only had one pair of underwear that were actually clean, a pair of black silk boxers that definitely wouldn’t be as baggy as they used to be.

I’m sure I had some clean briefs somewhere, Ben thought with a frown.

Deciding that he didn’t have time to question it, he pulled off his sweaty briefs and after a quick freshen up in the bathroom, he pulled on the black silk boxers. His cock immediately sprung to life at the sensual feel of the silky fabric.

Down boy, he thought to himself.

The silk boxers clung tightly to his huge butt and his muscular thighs, but they weren’t as skin tight as the clothing he was used to the last few weeks.

Ben grabbed the navy shirt and was relieved that it wasn’t as skin tight as his uniform polo shirt. Although as he started to button it, he noticed that the buttons around his stomach were somewhat stretched.

At least the buttons do up, he thought with a shrug as he grabbed the khaki pants.

Ben got the pants up to his thighs without too much problem, but they were nowhere near big enough to accommodate his huge bubble butt. It took a good three minutes of struggling before the pants were covering his butt, his shirt was tucked in and the straining pants button was closed. The flies took forever to close where the material gaped open due to how snug the pants were, but he just managed it.

What didn’t help was that the silk boxers didn’t have a button on the fly, so his cock repeatedly slipped free, which made zipping up even more difficult.

Once his pants were on, Ben put on his black lace up dress shoes and stood in front of the mirror. The shirt buttons looked strained, but at least if he sucked his stomach in, no one would see any skin showing. The pants were a second skin on his massive ass and his thighs, but they didn’t look quite as bad as his uniform shorts.

Okay, let’s do this, Ben thought.

When Ben arrived at the auditorium, there were hundreds of people milling around the seats. It looked like some of the guys had their dads, brothers and uncles in attendance. There were easily two hundred people in the small space and some of the other Camp Leaders were bringing in more chairs from the dining hall.

Why did none of the guys bring their mums? Ben thought with a shrug.

‘Hey Ben,’ Matt said as Ben got back stage. ‘Looking smart.’

Ben followed Matt’s line of sight to his stomach where one of the buttons had popped undone and he was showing some slightly hairy belly.

‘Thanks, Matt,’ Ben said, quickly fumbling to get the button done up and sucking his stomach back in.

‘Are you staying backstage with us?’

Ben nodded. ‘Yep. I’ll be back here for the show in case there are any issues.’

Mr Lyle kicked off the talent show once everyone was seated and Ben took a seat behind the stage, grateful to be hidden from the audience as he started to sweat in the heat. He absent-mindedly scratched his stomach, unsure whether it was the heat or the new uniform that was making him feel itchy.

‘We have ten wonderful acts to entertain you today and I’m sure you’ll be as impressed as me and the leaders are. Our first act is the BMX Tricksters.’

Ben listened to the other acts, getting increasingly uncomfortable in his itchy uniform and it seemed like no time at all before Matt’s band was being called to the stage. There’d been a short break beforehand so the guys could set up, which had allowed everyone backstage to go out front and watch the show.

‘We’re all set, Camp Leader Ben,’ Grant said with a thumbs up. ‘Give us a great show.’

‘What?’ Ben asked as he picked up the headphones.

‘I mean, let’s give them a great show.’

‘Oh,’ Ben said with a smile. ‘Good luck!’

Once Grant went on stage with Matt and Luke, Ben was left on his own.

Matt announced the name of the first song and Ben pressed the button to start the light show. As he stood there listening to the first bars of the song, he used both hands to scratch his thighs, then his arms, then his stomach.

What the fuck is wrong with this uniform? Ben thought as he scratched his butt cheek.

By the end of the first song, Ben was sweating and his shirt was starting to darken around his chest and pits.

Ben started the show for the next song and with a snap decision and a quick glance at the curtain, he unbuttoned his shirt.

The cooler air on his slightly furry chest felt like heaven and he scratched his bare skin with vigour, but no sooner had he stopped, his legs just itched more.

The boys were only just halfway through the second song.

I’ve got plenty of time, Ben thought and after sucking his stomach in, he undid his pants button, yanked down the fly and wrestled his pants down to his knees.

The silk boxers were damp and the material was stuck to his butt and thighs from the sweat.

Ben scratched at his thick, muscled thighs and his ample butt cheeks, before bending over and scratching vigorously at his calves.

Ben jumped up and hit play for the next light show, barely hearing Matt announce the third song. He was in a frenzy and couldn’t stop scratching. His body felt like it was on fire. He couldn’t remember ever being so itchy.

Not since middle school when Jason had put itching powder on his favourite shirt . . .

Fuck, Ben thought. They couldn’t resist one last prank.

But the joke was on them. No one could see Ben and he still had one more song to get his clothes back on before the bow.

Ben bent over, grabbed his pants and hiked them up to his thighs, noticing that the laces on his dress shoes were undone. He’d do those up later, he thought before buttoning his shirt back up. Yes, his shirt was dark with sweat and he wanted to tear his skin off, but he would not let the guys embarrass him again!

As the final song reached its last minute, Ben just managed to get his pants buttoned with his shirt tucked back in.

‘Come on, come on, come on,’ Ben muttered as he desperately tried to do his fly up, but the more he moved about, the more his cock would fall out of the boxers’ fly.

‘Thank you,’ Matt yelled to the audience.

‘No, no, no,’ Ben whimpered in fear as he yanked on the zipper.

‘We’d like our awesome light guy and our Camp Leader, Ben, to join us for our bow.’

As the words left Matt’s lips, Ben managed to yank the fly up and nearly cried with relief before walking on to the stage, desperately hoping that no one would notice the sweat patches on his chest, back and under his arms.

‘Come and take a bow, Camp Leader Ben,’ Matt yelled and the audience applauded.

Ben shuffled on to the stage and did a slight bow from the waist, but as soon as he turned to walk away, Grant grabbed his wrist.

‘Before you go, we have a special surprise for you. We wanted to say thank you for being such an awesome Camp Leader and made you this video.’

The curtain lifted to reveal a projector screen and Ben’s jaw dropped.

He was met with the sight of his massive butt practically bursting out of his uniform shorts with his crack on show. The photo made way for a video of him ripping his board shorts, before they tore off completely and he ran naked back to the changing block, his huge cheeks bouncing behind him.

The audience roared with laughter, the Dad’s in particular yelling obscenities at the screen.

‘Check out the size of that boy’s ass!’

‘How does he find pants that fit?’

‘Those buns are like basketballs.’

Ben was frozen to the spot, his face bright red as he watched his summer of humiliation on screen. Photos and videos of every embarrassing incident. Ben struggling to get his undies on before ripping them off, his huge bare bubble butt sticking out of the bush with his t-shirt caught above him whilst one of the guys slapped his ass and Ben struggling to get out of a kayak before emerging without his shorts or undies.

‘Can’t this guy keep his pants on,’ one dad yelled with a laugh.

‘Not with an ass that size,’ another dad replied.

Ben was utterly mortified and the raucous laughter was unbearable.

But, the worst was yet to come.

The next video was Ben backstage during the talent show as he started scratching himself at the lighting board, before he undid his shirt and dropped his pants.

‘The guy’s a perv,’ one of the guy’s brothers shouted.

‘He needs to put his junk away,’ one of the dads laughed as Ben’s cock fell free from his fly on screen.

‘Camp Leader Ben,’ Matt said, clapping his hands in Ben’s direction as the video ended.

Ben had to escape. He couldn’t stand there any longer. He was utterly humiliated. With a defiant lift of his head, Ben turned around to walk away, but stepped on one of his undone laces and stumbled over his own feet. His right dress shoe flipped off his foot and skidded across the stage.

I will not let them laugh at me anymore, he thought!

He walked over to his shoe and with his back to the audience, he bent down to retrieve it, but he knew his mistake as soon as he made it.

RRRRRIIIIPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!

The audience became hysterical as Ben’s pants ripped open from crotch to waistband along the rear seam, revealing his huge butt practically bursting from his black silk boxer shorts. With the waistband ripped, Ben’s pants dropped to his knees revealing his thick, muscled thighs.

Ben jumped up and spun around, but as he arched his back, the buttons flew off of his shirt and bounced across the stage, exposing his chest and stomach much to the hilarity of the roomful of men.

Grant and Luke came up behind Ben and yanked the shirt from his arms.

I have to get out of here, Ben thought, with his eyes wide and his face even redder than before.

With a glare at the three guys that were responsible for his torture, Ben turned to walk away, forgetting that his pants were still around his knees. He tripped on the torn material and ended up falling to his knees on to the stage, his massive butt facing the audience. As Ben fell forward on to his hands, another loud RRRRIIIPPPPPP increased the laughter as the sweaty silk boxers tore open at the rear, exposing Ben’s huge butt cheeks.

‘Look at the size of that ass,’ one of the dads yelled.

‘If he wants to be naked, he should do it. We’re all guys here!’

Luke and Matt couldn’t agree more and whilst Ben struggled to stand, they came up behind him and whilst Luke yanked off his shoe and pants, Matt ripped off his silk boxers.

Ben sprung to his feet, his hands covering his cock and balls, his butt still to the audience, who were beside themselves. Laughter, hollering and cheering were deafening in the auditorium as Grant gave Ben’s ample cheeks a quick slap, before he finally managed to run off of the stage!

Ben could still hear the laughter as he ran naked across the campus to his hut, his cheeks bouncing behind him.

As he slammed the door shut behind him, he looked in the mirror at his red face and his naked body. The feel of Grant’s hand on his huge butt and the sight of his ass on the big screen with all those dads laughing and jeering at him was too much to bear.

Yet, as much as he hated the humiliation, the thought of the whole situation had his cock rock hard and throbbing and his hands were quickly stroking his length to a much needed orgasm.

Whilst Ben jerked off in his cabin, the laughter in the auditorium reached a new high as Matt switched on the live feed and everyone watched Ben give them yet another show.

As Ben ejaculated all over himself, the cheers from the auditorium could be heard all around the camp, which was when Ben noticed the red blinking light above the mirror. He covered himself as best he could and yanked the small device from the wall.

‘Why can’t I catch a fucking break,’ he yelled. ‘Thank god I don’t have to see anyone here ever again!’

Ben managed to avoid leaving his cabin until all the boys had left, but when he did, Jason and his dad couldn’t stop laughing at him.

‘You are such a douche!’ Jason said with a chuckle. ‘One of the guys left this for you.’

Ben took the note and headed back to his cabin, desperate to get home and away from the memories of his humiliating few weeks.

But, when he read the note, his heart plummeted . . .

Camp Leader Ben,

Great news! We got into the same college as you! See you in a few weeks!

Matt, Grant and Luke

[jamest-kirk]

Bones, ironically, sucks at carving pumpkins.

It’s not that Bones sucks at carving, he’s just not creative nor patient enough for that shit. Plus, who cares about Halloween? Not Bones. Because Joanna spends Halloween with her mother. Or rather, win Jocelyn’s part of town, where she goes trick-or-treating with her friends. And Bones lives in an apartment, not on the streets. Who would pick apartments for trick or treating? No, Bones plans to do nothing for halloween. But that doesn’t mean he can escape Halloween the weekend before, when Joanna visits him.

“You are terrible at this,” Joanna laughs when she’s carving those pumpkins with her father; on a rainy afternoon the weekend before Halloween. Bones has produced nothing more than a few messy squares that don’t make a face nor any particular figure in the pumpkin. They both doubt it’ll even light up nicely on the windowsill. Joanna’s looks quite good, however, as always, because she’s the one source of creativity in Bones’ life, and she tends to be good at everything. Bones shrugs at her comment. “Perhaps, but I’m a terrific doctor,” he says, to which Joanna shrugs. “You can’t use your ‘I’m a doctor’ counterargument for everything, dad.” “When’s your friend coming?” Bones asks, to divert the subject, and she smiles knowingly at that. “In a minute. Why, are you eager to see his uncle?” “Why are you- no,” Bones replies.

But he is. Sam Kirk is a wonderful young boy, who’s smart, kind, and very intelligent. Not as much as Joanna, of course, but a close second, if he was ever to judge another kid. His uncle, though, it’s Sam’s uncle Bones truly takes an interest to. Jim Kirk is the type of guy who gets under Bones’ skin in the best way possible. A reckless cop, albeit a brilliant one, and he’s the kind of charming Bones would consider is very much not charming at all, and yet he’s very into it.

Jim gets there not much later, carrying at least another three pumpkins in his arms, and Bones groans at that. “More pumpkins? I thought just one was torture enough,” he says, getting up to serve Sam and Jim something to drink. “Judging by the look of your pumpkin, it went through more torture than you,” Jim replies. He grins when Joanna laughs and Bones rolls his eyes. “Let me put that terrible pumpkin of yours out of its misery and turn it into a pumpkin soup,” Jim says, to which Sam snorts. “You’ve never cooked a day in your life.” “I’ll cook it,” Bones says, “beats carving those flipping pumpkins.”

Bones thinks he’s escaped the horror that is pumpkin carving - and Halloween in general, because he has no plans but to relax on the couch with a good movie or a book. Instead, though, Jim invites him over for a “Spooky Dinner” and Halloween gathering. Bones thinks of declining. He likes Jim a lot, but he likes his couch almost as much. Jim, though, just a little bit more. 

So he shows up, in his white hospital coat because Jim told him to dress up for his super special Halloween party. Jim is dressed up like a world war one soldier. Something about that fake dirt on his cheeks makes his eyes look just a little brighter. “I told you to dress up!” Jim says, stepping outside to let Bones in. “I did, I’m a doctor,” Bones replies, to which Jim sighs, gently patting Bones’ cheek. “You’re gonna love this party, I promise. I prepared loads of food, there’s alcohol, and we’re gonna go pumpkin carving.” “Fantastic,” Bones replies, “I thought I was done with that crap for another year.” “Not on my watch,” Jim replies, guiding Bones towards the living room.

As far as Halloween goes, this is quite fun. All of Jim’s visitors are people Bones knows, too; Spock is a fellow doctor who treats Jim whenever Bones isn’t available. Uhura is Jim’s partner and she yelled at Bones for a long time when Jim got himself shot. Bones knows Chekov and Sulu because they’re teachers at the school Sam and Joanna attend. He knows Scotty only as the guy who yells at Jim a lot, something he can only agree with, but despite that, they seem quite friendly to each other. And whenever the doorbell rings, Jim goes to the door to compliment the kids and hand out bags of candy to them. Bones watches him in awe; a cop who’s seen as much shit as Jim, who’s been shot at, chased, threatened, and almost killed many a times. And yet, Jim is filled with such endless positivity and the need for people around him at all time. 

They play Halloween-themed games, which should be childish with a bunch of adults, but it’s really not. Jim makes sure they’re constantly surrounded by food. They play cards, Chekov and Sulu are playing Outlast on Jim’s TV, but there seems to be more screaming than actual progress - though Bones isn’t likely to take over any time soon. They’re carving pumpkins, and Jim sits next to Bones to help him do it because Bones is bored of it right after sliding the top off to take out the insides. “You’re terrible at this,” Jim laughs eventually, when Bones’ impatience cuts the pumpkin off too far, and it messes up the looks entirely. Probably functionality, too. “You sound like Joanna,” Bones says, and Jim grins. “That’s not necessarily a bad thing,” he replies, “she’s smarter than you, even.” Bones huffs at that.

Bones stays until way past midnight, when the others are gone. He helps cleaning up the mess, and he stays for bottle of bourbon Jim opens when they settle on the couch. “Thanks for helping me clean up,” Jim says, “I don’t know what to do with all the pumpkin leftovers, so feel free to take some home with you.” “Oh yes, I love pumpkins. Didn’t you gather that by now?” Bones asks, and Jim laughs. “Okay, no need to be grumpy about it.” Bones smiles, too. “Thanks for inviting me. I had fun,” he says, and Jim shrugs. “What can I say, I like spending time with you,” Jim says, “if you’re not doing anything, you should consider spending Thanksgiving with Sam and I.” “Thanksgiving? I didn’t know you were sentimental about terrible holidays,” Bones replies, and Jim laughs. “Sentimental? You’re the Mr. Sensitive here,” he counters, and Bones is aware of Jim’s fingers trailing over Bones’ arm gently. “If it means that much to you,” Bones says, “I’m happy to join you on Thanksgiving.” “Good. I’m thankful,” Jim replies, voice soft and smile bright, and Bones smiles, too. “I’m thankful for you inviting me.” “Okay, how ‘bout we save the thanking for Thanksgiving?” Jim asks, reaching out for the collar of Bones’ white coat, “that said, I do have something you can be thankful for in the meantime,” he adds, and then pulls in for a kiss.

[secondgenerationnerd]

Why don’t they like me?

So, Kinda been in a Robstar mood lately. I was going through a bunch of the Mar’i Grayson pictures that @dar-draws has made (side note, you are amazing and I love your Mar’i) I came across this favorite of mine and then I came across this comic that I hadn’t seen before. Well, this kind of got me thinking and reminded me of a few headcanons that I have about how Mar’i was treated since she’s a hybrid. Total credit for the art goes to @dar-draws who you all should totally follow.

Alternate Title: The Mar’i Grayson Angst No One Asked For

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It’s been a long day. After running around Bludhaven as Detective Grayson and then following up with the Titans, he wants nothing more than to be home with his family. A smile comes to his face remembering that Mar’i would be home from her first day of preschool. Both he and Kor’i had dropped her off, but an emergency made it impossible for him to help pick her up.

“I’m home,” Dick calls out. He tosses his keys onto the table and sets his bag down. He waits. Mar’i always flies right into his arms with a massive smile on her face. But the apartment is quiet. “Kor’i? Mar’i?”

“We’re in the living room, Dick,” Kor’i calls out. Dick smiles when he sees his girls, but the smile fades at the serious look on Kor’i’s face. Mar’i doesn’t look at her father.

“What’s going on?” He asks. 

“Mar’i got into a fight today,” Kor’i tells him. Dick instantly looks at his daughter. She’s a little small for her age, just as he had been, but he knew how powerful she is. After all, this was the same little girl, who at 2 years old, had lifted up the Batmobile just to get a ball that had rolled underneath. She’s much better at controlling her powers now, but this was inexcusable.

“Is this true?” Mar’i looks at him and nods,”Mar’i, you know better than to fight other people. What if you used your strength? Or, God forbid, one of your starbolts?”

“This is very serious,” Kor’i scolds her daughter. They had only just gotten home before Dick had. Kor’i had made her apologize to the little boy (whom she found to rude, but Mar’i needed to learn that violence was not how they handle things) and they’d talked to the daycare director.

Both her parents keep telling her why fighting was wrong and how they try to find a smarter way to handle a problem. But they don’t know what that boy had done to her all day long. What all the kids in her class had said about her. Mar’i starts crying making both her parents stop. 

“Starshine?” Kor’i voice is softer now. She hadn’t wanted to make her daughter cry. That’s the last thing she ever wanted to do.

“I don’t like school,” Mar’i sobs. This shocks both her parents. For at least a month, all she could talk about was today.

“Hey,” Dick kneels in front of his daughter. Mar’i throws her arms around his neck and cries into his shoulder,” Starshine, what’s wrong? What aren’t you telling us?”

“I don’t wanna go back, Daddy,” Mar’i cries,” Don’t make me go back.”

Even though they had been scolding her, they couldn’t bear to hear her cry. It takes them a few minutes to calm her down. Kor’i wraps her arms around Mar’i and Dick. Both of them press kisses into her dark curls and try to get her little body to stop shaking. Her beautiful green eyes, just like Kor’i’s, are tinted red. 

“Why don’t people like me?” Her voice is soft. 

“Why would you think people don’t like you?” Dick asks.

“People treat me different. Grown-ups look at me funny. The kids made fun of me,” Her eyes well up with tears again,” They kept saying I don’t belong here. They made fun of my eyes. They said I was ugly. I don’t wanna go back.”

“Did you tell a teacher?” Kor’i asks. Mar’i nods. She and Dick exchange a look over their daughter’s head.

“Mrs. Pearson said that I should try being nice to them. I did try, Mommy. I tried really hard. But that boy kept saying that his mommy told him not to be friends with me.”

“Why’s that?”

“He said she called me a abobination and that God hates me.” She starts crying again,” And you always say God loves me and I got really mad. I’m sorry, I’m really sorry.”

Dick wipes her tears away and makes her look at him,” Starshine, why didn’t you tell Mommy this earlier?”

“No one asked me. The boy pushed me and then I hit him, but Mrs. Pearson only saw me hit him. No one asked me what happened. They just started yelling at me.” She sniffs.

“So you hit that boy because he said mean things and pushed you?” Mar’i nods,” Bumgorf, that is still not ok.”

“I know. I am sorry, Mommy.” She wipes her nose,” What’s a abobination?”

Neither Dick nor Kor’i know how to answer that. Mar’i is smart for her age. She won’t just accept any random answer. Kor’i pulls her daughter onto her lap.

“My star, you know that you are special right? Not just because you are you, but because of Mommy and Daddy and where they are from,” She nods,” There are some people that do not believe that we should be a family.”

“Why?”

“Because they think since I am not from this planet, I do not belong here. Becuase Daddy is from Earth, he should be with someone from here. Those people believe that us having you was not ok.”

“Did you not want me?”

“Of course, we wanted you,” Dick reassures her,” Don’t you ever think for a single second that you aren’t wanted and loved.”

“But why don’t they like me? Why do they say mean things?” Mar’i desperately wants answers, ones that she is simply too young to really understand.

“Starshine, there will always be people who say mean things about someone. They will say it because a person is from another place or because they love someone who others have decided they should not or for reasons that one cannot change. But for ever person like that, there are many more who do not care about those things.” Kor’i wipes her daughter’s little cheeks.

“Like Puro Dad?” Dick can’t help but smile at her Romani. Bruce likes Puro Dad better than Grandpa in any case.

“Just like Puro Dad, Auntie Barbara, Uncle Jay, Auntie Rae, Uncle Gar, Uncle Vic, Auntie Kate, Auntie Cass, Uncle Tim, Uncle Dami, Auntie Steph,” Dick lists about thirty other people who love and accept her. A little smile comes to her lips,” And of course, Mommy and Daddy.”

“That is right,” Kor’i tuck a curl behind Mar’i ear,” Mommy and Daddy will always, always, always love you.”

There isn’t much more they can say on the matter. Mar’i is uncharacteristically quiet the rest of the night. She cuddles up with one of her parents while the other attempts to do some things around the apartment. Attempts being the key word. After an hour, the small family just resigns themselves to an early night. They order pizza and watch movies in Dick and Kor’i’s bed. Mar’i falls asleep, snuggled up in her daddy’s arms.

“Is she asleep?” Kor’i asks after a while.

“I think so,” Dick doesn’t set her down. He holds Mar’i tightly to his chest, just like when she was a baby. He tries not to think about the day that she’ll be too big to sleep like this.

“I do not want her to go back to that school.” Kor’i shakes her head. She hates that she made Mar’i apologize to that boy without knowing the whole story. Dick sees the anger on her face. 

“Babe, we both knew this day was going to come sooner or later.”

“I know. I just thought it would be later rather than sooner.” Kor’i leans against his shoulder, reaching over to stroke Mar’i’s curls.

“Kids can be cruel.”

“This is not about what the children said. It is their parents who said it to them. They do not know her, yet they pass judgment anyway. They tell their children that God hates her after you have spent so much time teaching her the opposite.”

“You’ve heard people say that be-”

“They were not saying to my daughter,” Kor’i shakes her head,” I do not care what they say about me or to me, but they do not get to say such things to my baby.”

“Babe,” Dick wraps an arm around,” I know you want to protect her. Believe me, the only reason I’m not going down to the school right now is the fact that it’s closed. And I am not denying that what happened was fucked up, but we aren’t always going to be here to protect Mar’i.”

“But we are now. She should not have to fight this alone.”

“She isn’t alone. Just like we told her earlier, for as many rude assholes out there, there are like double that many who will love her. That’s gotta start with her family.” Kor’i smiles a bit at her husband’s words,” You wanna know a secret?”

“I feel as though I know all your secrets,” She chuckles. He laughs and she can feel him kiss her hair.

“I promise you don’t know this one. I fall more in love with you every single day,” Kor’i laughs at the cheesy statement,” That’s not the secret, just the introduction. I fall in love with the way you look in the morning. I fall in love with the way you tickle Mar’i so she wakes up laughing. I fall in love with the way you compromise on her outfit so she doesn’t go outside looking like a hot mess. I fall in love with the way you sing to her, the way you two slip in and out of Tamaranian, the way you tell her how much you love her.”

Dick kisses her forehead and rests his head on hers, both of them looking at their daughter,” I fall in love with our daughter every single day. I love her smile, her curiosity, her sense of humor. I love the way that she can remember exactly when we promised to take her somewhere, but can’t remember where she put her tights or toys. She’s brave, strong, sweet, kind, intelligent, and beautiful, just like her mother. And the secret is: there are times that I know life would be simpler if we were what people considered normal, but I wouldn’t give this up for anything. I wouldn’t change where you’re from or how you look or what you can do to make some asshole happy. I love you for you. I love Mar’i because she is ours and she is perfect.”

“It would be simpler though-”

“I don’t care. I am lucky to be your husband and Mar’i’s father. I am lucky to have both of you and I will spend every day for the rest of my life fighting to prove to myself that I deserve you. I love you. I love Mar’i. I love our life, all the good days and all the bad.”

Kor’i shakes her head,” It amazes me sometimes how passionate you speak.”

“Surprises me too, ves’tacha,” Kor’i recognizes this word. Dick didn’t speak much Romani, having forgotten some of the language since he was a child, but he loves to say this one word to her. She kisses his stubbly cheek.

“Mar’i is lucky to have you as a father,” She says as they nestle down into the covers, Mar’i sleeping between them.

“I’m lucky to have both of you,” he repeats, believing it with every part of his heart,” I love you.”

“And I you,” She kisses him softly before pulling her daughter to her chest. Dick pulls both of them close and the small family falls asleep. In the morning, they would wake up, a mess of limbs and poor Mar’i squished between her parents. They would go to the school and face the problem head on. But for now, the family sleeps, the sounds of their city echoing in the stillness of the room

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I hope you all liked this. Again credit for the drawings that inspired this story goes to @dar-draws . Please comment and let me know what you think!

[cloudcreates]

i saw only a few draws of yanya but i want to know more about him :

kicks the door in WELL my friend ur in LUCK bc i have a LOT of shit abt yanya to talk abt

let’s kick it off with his backstory SHALL WE

so ! yanyas a lil kitsune boi raised in a little village in the outskirts of karnosea on famia, we dont have a name for it yet its not important w/e ANYWAY

he was BORN in a bigger town in central karnosea which i also dont have a name for but its also not important, what IS important is that he was a happy lil gremlin for most of his little babby years until he hit about elementary school where all the other kids’ parents started teaching them to be racist towards orcs and kitsunes and lizardfolk n shit! so they started being little shits towards him. which made him not like being in fox shape around them anymore. or in general.

so when his mums, shiranuit, a kitsune barbarian, and resnerina, a half-orc witch, were like “fuck that shit,” they moved away to that much smaller settlement, made up almost Entirely of rarer races like catfolk and wyvaran, and also orcs and ogres and stuff yea

and things were p alright! yanyas mums love him Very Much ok i love them and i love him and they all love each other. shiranuit works as a weaponsmith, and resnerina works as a luthier. so when u mashed their work together, u got yanya, a skald, or Basically a rage bard, who makes all his weapons and instruments, bc he makes his weapons into instruments, and vice versa.

his first weapon in game was a heavy mace that doubled as a guitar! it was crafted from metal ofc but its body was in the shape of a cow skull bc that shit’s metal. on one side was the guitar all strung up, and on the other he’d flip it around and it’s just Covered in spikes for him to beat the shit out of whatever 8)c

he uses his music to express himself. even with cure and mending magic, destroying things and lashing out and being aggressive all the time doesn’t make him feel good, so he’ll usually just turn to screaming out some sick tunes instead. his music’s very important to him.

moving back to early life however! he moved on through school pretty easy. i mean. not Entirely too easily bc the boy’s dumb as a brick so w/e he just. he didnt flunk out at the very least ok Cs get degrees anyway

and when he was abt.. 16, 17, he met ash!  his first..and Only girly friend who’s also a kitsune, and a gunslinger! between the two of them, she’s kind of.. the ‘brains’ but. even then she’s not like, super smart. it’s just.. not hard to be smarter than yanya w/ that sweet 7 WIS and 10 INT score lmfao. she’s plenty clever tho!

around this time yanya and ash didn’t go to school, they travelled around their local part of karnosea causing a little trouble here and there bc well. they’re of chaotic alignment. however! chaotic good alignment, so they really only gave hell to..racists 8) .. bc fuck em

the thing is though, while yanya had two mums that loved him a lot, ash didn’t. she had one mum that sucked a bunch and constantly berated her, and yanya knew, it was partially why they spent so much time just carting around wildly, having fun, bc yanya knew she deserved better!

as a side note, karnosea is neighboring artorias, which is the Big Capital of famia, where Queen Azaroa has opened a bard college! probably the best and most chattered abt all over the world tbh. you can bet yanya’s heard of it by now, being as musically inclined as he is, and has always sort of dreamed of going there.. but shit, he and his fam ain’t making that kind of money, lmfao

but! it just so happens, as rumors say, there’s a new scholarship surfacing, offered specifically to members of more. rare races, such as kitsunes! yanya can’t lie about his interest being piqued..

but the thing was, from 16 going on 18, he was sort of perfectly happy and content just travelling around like a rascal with ash, because they were best friends!! and having fun!! and without yanya, he thought ash would be all alone with her fuckin mean ass mum!! he didn’t want that, and also that bard college is probably overrated anyway, whatever..

ash’s mum isn’t having any of it, wtf ash is happy??  

the second ash and yanya get back home from whatever little bout of travel they were on, ash’s mum goes on a tirade at ash about how she’s dragging yanya down and holding him back, how she’s not good enough for him, etc.. so ash panics, because she knows he isn’t going to leave her unless she makes him never wanna see her again.

so! that same day, ash tells yanya about. how she’s been cheating on him the whole time. laughs in his face. tells him he should’ve expected it, kitsunes are known for being tricksters, liars after all!

he’s heartbroken.. so he leaves for artorias in a shocked daze probably not a full 12 hr later 

and he gets accepted to the college!

ofc being kinda poor and rough around the edges, it’s not without it’s fair share of. snooty ass rich kids being assholes, which is whatever. turns out tho, some of those rich kids are from karnosea! so because yanyas as subtle as an airhorn, rumors about him not being human spread. guess who gets to deal with racist school peers all over again! yaaaay

it’s not totally bleak, though. at college yanya met jonavahn, neyla, pazzoch, and a bunch of the other rare-race scholarship kids and they all form their own little nestled group of friends :’>

soo because yanya’s fuckin shit at like, learning, he like, does kind of piss poor in all the actual study-centric classes lmfao. but! he’s fantastic at the physical side of things–he excels with playing instruments and melee fighting, because it’s less read-a-book-and-study and more muscle memory and physical training and practice, ofc. he just barely graduated bc getting half amazing grades and half shitty grades only balances out to so much, but dAMMIT HE DID IT

so when he graduates, he goes back home for a little bit. im sure while he was at college, he managed to visit his mums back at karnosea for a little bit on breaks, but. just the idea of going back to karnosea, just knowing that. it’s where ash was. it made it a lot harder in practice than it was in theory for him lmfao.

but being back home, getting to see him mums again! it makes him really happy! because his mums love him a lot !!! and love and support him a shit ton!! they’re so proud! look at their son that graduated from the artorian queen’s bard college! holy shit!!

yanya realizes sometimes that he takes his mums for granted.. they’ve always been there to makes him feel like everything’s ok. and they do a damn good job of it! 

 a fun fact! lershe, my old incompetence quest 1 character, is a half-orc monk–by the end of iq1, he became a lycanthrope (this was in dnd 3.5, so monks could still get infected by lycanthropy), and also a lvl 30 minor deity lmfao

lershe was separated from his dad, who was raising him on his own, at a v young age. at the end of iq1, lershe sought him out, found him again, and found out that he’d started a new family with a new wife! and tbh lershe met his mum in iq1 he could not be happier for his dad lmfao. but they have a daughter! so lershe has a little half-sister! and that little half-sister is resnerina!

because lycanthropes and kitsunes share a sort of similar ability in changing shape ya kno yeah, when yanya was a little kid, lershe was still “alive” as a mortal half-orc (lershe put off accepting that he was an immortal deity for a long time) and. was a big inspiration for yanya, naturally. these kids and people were giving him shit for being able to change shape into something that resembled an animal, but his uncle lershe can do it to, and HE’S a god!! so whatever!!

anyway so iq2 started off by all the characters running into each other in a little town in karnosea and some shit abt a cave off the outskirts of town getting ransacked by mercenaries or smth, idr

a little before then our DM said txeru and yanya were going to enter town together, and aria and karrina were going to enter town together, and we could come up w/ whatever reason why they’d end up together so txeru and yanya met first actually, just outside on town in a little tavern where they. probably got into a little scuffle just bc bar fights are fun. who cares. its fine. 

its ironic bc right now, in game, txeru and yanya are fucking pissed at each other! and its great. the drama is clearing my skin. my crops are prospering. 

basically txeru is a kasatha, an alien race not native to famia, and he’s come to famia trying to hide from two .. sort of alien police that’re after him for all the petty crimes he’s done. thing is, these two Very Specific alien cops are after him because. he kinda. was romantically involved with Both of them, one being his partner in crime and the other being of kasathan royalty–when he was backed into a corner and about to get caught he kind of ditched his partner and left the noble out high and dry so they’re both PISSED at him

they recently made their way to famia and found txeru, and after we TURNED TAIL AND RAN THE FUCK OFF from them, txeru explained his story

having his heart fucking shattered by ash, yanya kinda wasn’t super happy to find out txeru was a heart-shattering asshole himself! 

so he DECKED HIM IN THE FACE and hadn’t spoken a kind word to him in like, a week

NOW they’re talking, it’s just. every word they say to each other is some variant of “fuck you” and atm we’re waiting for a boiling point to hit to see if they’ll kiss and make up or if they’re just gonna have to hate each other! 8) im so excited

meanwhile this entire time, we’re level 10 right now. so half way to the capstone level 20. 

yanya still hasn’t formally revealed that he’s a kitsune to anyone in the group. but! as i said. the boy’s subtle as a brick thrown through a window. he’s slipped up enough times in his human disguise for just about everyone in the party to catch just a little something being off about him, but since most of the party is from artorias, away from the rarer races of karnosea, not everyone knows what a kitsune is

BUT we HAVE met a kitsune in game! madame fouxy (blame my dm for that name), but even then she only shifted from an actual fox shape to anthro fox shape, not to human shape. so they’re still unaware that kitsunes can even do that atm, meaning yanya’s ruse is hanging on by a thread lmfao

he’d just come out and say it bc he’s well aware everyone’s probably seen through him by now, but. it’s suppose to be a secret. knowing that everyone knows doesn’t make him wanna tell it, it makes him wanna convince everyone they’re wrong, even though they’re right, and he doesn’t like lying ,and if everyone’s already figured it out already, then he’s not doing a good job at keeping his own damn secrets, which freaks him out, and… etc

yanya’s favorite colors are red and blue, his favorite food is smoked rabbit, he’s 6′2″ flat on his heels in human shape, but he’s wearing stilettos bc he’s use to toe walking in fox-shape, which usually puts him up to about 6′4″, 6′5″..

he’s got a shit ton of muscle, and he eats a lot to keep up his energy! so he has his fair share of fat w a soft belly. he weighs probably anywhere from 250-300 bc im not good w weights lmfao

he has a total of.. 14 piercings, four on each ear, one on each eyebrow, two on his lips, one on his nose, and one on his tongue, almost all of which he got at the bard college lmfaoo

atm at level 10, he has 5 tails! only one spell-like ability from them, however, which is disguise self. 

he knows how to sew!

he has a fear of mirrors and heights.

it’s less a ‘fear’ and more. he doesn’t like looking at himself in the mirror, practically can’t stand it when he’s in human shape. seeing his human face all he can think is “liar, liar, liar” because that’s not his ‘real’ face. seeing his fox face he’s only reminded how much fewer people would rather see him this way. if he has to, he’ll much prefer looking at his fox face, however.

AND I THINK..THAT MAY JUST COVER IT..if it’s not everything it’s Pretty close, and if i come up w anything new ur probably gonna see me draw it at some point LMFAO