#it kinda grabs you by the booboo don’t it?

[reyturnofbensolo]

I mean it’s good advice, but not very realistic George!🤣

[turtletimewriting]

Omg omg can you do number 8 with Lee Donnie and Ler Leo? I know Donnie’s the one who speaks logically and all but I think it would be hilarious if Leo used that line to tease Donnie for the way Don usually talks logically and scientifically lolll. You don’t have to ofc! Have a great day :)))

Hells yeah I can! I read it and genuinely thought of it being a Ler Leo so this was fun to write!

“Why are you embarrassed to admit that you’re ticklish?? It’s a perfectly natural physiological response. The nerve endings in your skin are supposed to send alerts to the brain that trigger a response of laughter”

Here's the prompt list if you want to suggest stuff! Would love to write some more. This prompt list is so interesting!!

Here's the previous prompt I was given if you're interested.

Listen this is kinda a weird set up for this prompt but hey ho. I wrote it. Sorry for the long wait!!

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Leo took his role as the gang's doctor very seriously. From kissing booboos when he was a little kid to using Donnie to illegally download medical textbooks, he took a great pride in making sure he could look after his family no matter what happened to them. This was all made difficult considering they didn't match the anatomy of the bodies in the textbooks but that just meant he got to carry a cool clipboard of all his brother's notes. In all his years as Dr Leon, he knew how to handle anything.

Including if his brother was an idiot and dropped an entire tank engine on to his foot.

He had never made a cast and he was trying to hide how excited he was to finally try this out, but by Donnie's deadpan death glare, he probably wasn't succeeding.

"Okay, so it should be fully set?" He asked as he tapped against the firm plaster. It felt pretty solid. God if he managed to do this on his first try then he's truly an untouchable god.

"Am I meant to have my compression sock still on under the cast?"

Uh oh. Oh no. Was it? Was that okay? Will the sock like mess up his foot some more. The cast has already set!

"Uhhhhh..."

"Leo!" He cried out.

"What! I don't know how to do this! They don't exactly make books like 'oh here's how to make your own leg cast to magically cure broken legs'!"

"Literally yes they do!"

"Uhh, maybe we can just pull it out?"

"From under the cast!" Donnie yelled with too much attitude for someone who could've spoken up earlier.

"Yeah? I should be able to get like... a chopstick under the cast and use that to poke it out?" He immediately launched up from sitting by Donnie to raid the kitchen. He snatched a butter knife, a chopstick and Splinter's back scratcher. One of them had to help? Right? Please let this work because Donnie will literally never let him live this down if he doesn't.

"You're serious!"

"Yes!" Leo yelled out louder to assert dominance, "Are you helping me or not!"

He grabbed the chopstick and stuck it into the top of the cast where his toes were sticking out.

"AH! Some waharning please!" Donnie flinched like he had been electrocuted.

"Warning, I need to dig out your dumb dumb sock," Leo snapped.

He could feel the sock there. This very tiny slight resistance when pushing the stick in. With some wriggling he managed to feel the sock to catch. It was slowly starting to be pushed down. Maybe he can push it down, there would be no way to pull it out even though it would easier to go out that way. Oh well, whatever works at this point. He went to hand Donnie the butter knife so he could help but stopped.

Donnie looked tense as all hell. Like if he relaxed even a tiny part for a single second then he'd explode. He was biting his lip violently. Banging his fist into the chair.

"Uhh, you okay there hermano?"

"Just get this over!" Donnie growled. He jolted forward as if to stop him.

"Are you okay?" Leo withdraw the stick, if this was hurting him then they'd all just have to deal with his sock being trapped.

"doN'T REMOVE IT!" Donnie shrieked, throwing his head back.

Leo panicked and stopped everything. "What's going on!" He asked not at all hysterically.

"Nothing!" Donnie shrieked like a sea gull.

"Okay????" Leo slowly pushed the sock down further while making direct eye contact. Donnie jolted again with a harsh shiver down his back. His leg twitched wildly under his soft grip. "Don! If this is hurting then just say! None of this is a big deal." Probably.

"No..." Donnie looked completely beyond embarrassed.

Like the time he had found Donnie talking to the computer chip he was working on. More embarrassed than the time he found the self insert slash atomic lass fanfiction.

"Bro?" He asked, starting to feel his stomach flop in worry.

"It's nothing!"

"It's clearly not nothing!"

"It's not a big deaAH!"

"See it's a big deal!"

"Don't move it!"

"Then what's the problem!" Leo yelped, they were practically screaming at each other. It was a sheer miracle that none of the others had come in to investigate. But then again, this is usually how their bonding went.

"It tickles, okay!" Donnie shouted to the heavens.

Oh thank god. Leo could actually feel himself go boneless with relief. "Oh, that's it?" He grabbed the stick and now violently poke the stick further into the cast to push his sock out. "Why are you embarrassed to admit that you’re ticklish?? It’s a perfectly natural physiological response. The nerve endings in your skin are supposed to send alerts to the brain that trigger a response of laughter."

Donnie was back to pounding the chair. "stOP TALKING ABOUT IT!"

"It's a natural response. Society will tell you that you'll grow out of it but it's just a physiological reaction-"

"AAAAH! Stop dohoing it! Go slower! AH. AHAH."

"-There's no shame or embarrassment. Everyone's a little ticklish. It's all okay."

"Stop! Stop! Stohop talking about it!"

But just like the older brother he was (which he is, thank you very much, ignore all propaganda otherwise), he had sensed weakness. And that sock was very tricky. He totally needed to wiggle the chopstick from side to side. To make sure all the sock was being pushed down.

Donnie bite into his wrist.

"As a doctor, I can tell you in full confidence that it's perfectly natural to be ticklish. Healthy, even! I've had a few ticklish patients in my day." He carefully and slowly drew the stick back up. "You might find it better to laugh. There's no judgement here."

Now he was just waiting for Donnie to break and by the bright shade of neon red he was turning, it wouldn't be much longer until he did.

"I didn't even realise you were still ticklish. I can note that on your file so that I know in future to be gentle when handling sensitive areas. I guess it would make sense you're still ticklish. And your feet were always a bad spot, weren't they. Well, it's all okay."

"AAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA! AHAHAHAHAHAHAA!" Finally Donnie cackled. His head thrown back with the sheer power of the crawling tickle under his cast. The feeling of his sock slipping down somehow making it feel more embarrassing. The tingles left by the stick lingering and building all over the top of each other. A tickle that wouldn't fade. He couldn't even scratch it away since there was a stupid dumb dumb cast in the way.

"It's perfectly natural. Now sit still," Leo teased with the smuggest of grins.

[biancadjarin]

Miss Americana & the Heartbreak Prince

Chapter 3 : In the Romance Aisle

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previous part here

EM x Popular Cheerleader

self insert (Y/N) - 18+ !!! Slow burn, leading to smut but I’m kinda enjoying writing them getting to know each other🤭

The next morning, Eddie’s late to his first period, having overslept. The only thing that even got him out of bed was the promise of seeing you and the fact that it was Friday, Hellfire day. When he gets to school, everyone is already in class, the halls an empty wasteland. He uses this opportunity to slip the note he wrote you into the slat in your locker. He starts to walk towards his class but then thinks fuck it. I’m already late. Might as well skip and go smoke in the woods. So he spent the next 45 minutes at his usual picnic table surrounded by trees, the smoke from his joint floating up as he rehearses the campaign he has planned for this afternoon.

You on the other hand woke up extra early today, hardly able to sleep after yesterday. You spent a little extra time getting ready this morning, shaving your legs and making sure every inch of your body was smooth and smelling sweet. Just in case you think. Today was game day so you had to wear your uniform. You’d went to sleep with your hair in a few big rollers to give it some loose flowy curls. You carefully apply your mascara and lipgloss, making sure everything was just right. The rising sunlight through your window catches something metallic out of the corner of your eye. Eddie’s rings. You’d laid them in your tiny white porcelain tray on your nightstand that you keep your earrings in last night before you went to sleep, having washed the blood off them. You’d tried them on your own fingers but they were all too big, even for your thumb. You find a small iridescent tulle bag to drop them in, pulling the ribbon tight to close it, you slip it into the pocket of your monogrammed sweater that matches your uniform and grab your bag as you run out the door, heading for the bus stop.

Sitting on the bus, you remember most clubs meet on Fridays after school. Including Eddie’s club. You weren’t too sure what they do in Hellfire but some of the teachers seemed to think it had something to do with worshipping the devil. That’s silly. you think. Eddie wouldn’t hurt a fly. Unless that fly was a basketball player with a big mouth. So you weren’t sure when you’d see him today but you hoped you’d get an opportunity to talk.

The morning went by as it usually did. First period was full of nervous chatter about tonight’s game, the Tiger’s undefeated record hanging by a thread now that they were about to play the other best school in town. You don’t really care if the team won or lost, you just like cheering next to all your friends. The bell rang and you’re released into the hall with everyone, spilling out of the doors like a dam burst. You scan the crowd inconspicuously for the tall, long haired metal head but there’s no sign of him. You stop at your locker, letting out a disappointed sigh. Your pink manicured fingers spin your combination in, setting down the book from your first class. A folded piece of paper topples out. You catch it before it falls to the floor and unfold it:

meet me in the east library after first period.

my booboo needs another kiss.

-Eddie

You smile at the note as you reread the words. A wave of warmth washes over you, feeling a sudden burst of adrenaline and excitement. But something else too. You’re nervous. You hadn’t been sure yesterday if Eddie had been feeling anything during your hour together but now this proves that he did. The thought made those pesky butterflies reappear in your tummy, along with a tingly feeling in your palms. The bell rings and shakes you out of your trance. You look up from the note, peeking around your locker and see a near empty hallway, everyone racing to class. You’ll probably be late to second period but it should be ok, talking to teachers is a specialty of yours. Refolding the note and stuffing it into the pocket of your sweater, you walk toward the far side of the school, to the library that’s least visited.

Opening the heavy door to the library, you step in and feel the cold air prick at your bare legs. The East library is farther than the one in the main building so it’s usually empty. The tall wooden bookshelves line the walls of the large room, arranged in a U shape around a few rows of tables and chairs for studying. You scan the tables in the middle of the room and don’t see anyone. Just the elderly librarian at her desk in the corner, her nose glued to a thick book. You begin walking past the end of the aisles, eyes scanning down them for Eddie. You pass fiction, non-fiction, political, self-help. You don’t see him. You’re almost to the back of the room, nerves being replaced by worry that you had somehow misinterpreted the note.

You stop at the end of the last row of books, turning to face the open section of the room once again, eyebrows knit with confusion. You feel a hand wrap around your wrist and pull you back into the shadows. Your heart jumps to your throat when you see Eddie smiling at you. “You came.” He says, sounding genuinely surprised. You nod “I got your note.” He’s wearing his Hellfire shirt, black jeans and white reeboks, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his leather jacket. He can’t be any cuter. He laughs “sorry I made you walk all the way over here”, his eyes rolling and smile growing bigger as he emphasized the words. “I just wanted to talk somewhere…” his eyes darted up trying to find the word. “Quiet.” He smiles, nervously rubbing the back of his neck.

“S’okay Eddie” you say sweetly. He hums happily as he takes a step closer to you, the smell of his body wash and something skunky filling your nostrils. “You look extra pretty today princess” he says, looking down at your skirt and pinching the hem of it between two fingers. Your entire body feels like it’s filled with warm honey as your legs get covered in goosebumps. “Extra?” You ask hoping for clarification. He chuckles. “Well you’re gorgeous everyday.” His voice lowering to a whisper before he says “But especially today.” You’re sure your face is burning red so you change the subject to the first thing that pops in your head. “I hope you didn’t get in too much trouble yesterday.” You say with a worried look. His eyes soften, touched by your concern. He sucks his teeth, taking in a deep breath of air, his hellfire shirt stretching deliciously over his chest. “Nah, Higgins is a total butthead.” He says with an exhale.

You laugh, his puppy dog eyes watching your face until a distant “shhhh” causes him to whip his head to look toward the open end of your aisle, his hair uncovering the side of his eye revealing a bruise from yesterday. “Oh you poor baby” your hand reaching up to gently trace your fingers along the dark purple skin. “Ah I’m fine.” He says softly, leaning into your touch. He reaches up to your hand and brings it down, running his thumb over your knuckles and looking down, his hair falling into his eyes. His gaze travels down your entire frame and then back up, pausing to look at your lips. He smiles with a little exhale and softly takes both your wrists and pulls you closer to him, setting your hands on his leather covered chest.

He’s studying your face, eyes whispering a silent “is this ok?” and you begin to run your hands up and twirl some strands of his hair around your fingers. The butterflies in your stomach are on overdrive, your mind goes blank looking into his big chocolate eyes. He smiles “are you nervous princess?” he asks in a teasing tone. Such a bastard. He knows you are. You huff out an exhale and shake your head, determined to remain in control even though it feels like you’re standing in quicksand. Sinking further and further until you feel yourself falling. He brings a finger up to rest under your chin, every so lightly tilting it up, his thumb ghosting over your bottom lip. His eyes don’t leave your mouth as he leans close to you, seemingly in slow motion, to press his plush lips to yours.

You melt into his kiss, finally getting what you’ve been thinking about for so long, not realizing it would be this good. You never knew what you were missing and God had you been missing a lot. He brings his hands up to rest on either side of your jaw, his skilled tongue dipping into your mouth and massaging yours. He tastes like the herby weed you’ve heard he sells (not that you’ve ever smoked any) and juicy fruit gum. He begins to walk you backward into where the bookshelves become a corner. He places a hand behind your head as he pushes you into the wood and then trails it down your soft hair and lets his fingers run through and get lost in it. His other hand resting on your hip, fingers playing with the ruffles on your skirt, your arms outstretched over his shoulders, fingers lost in his frizzy curls. He lets out a breath that’s hiding a soft moan as he looks down at his hand dropping to the hem of your skirt. Your eyes flutter close as you pull him closer, wrists locking behind his neck, kissing him deeper. Both his hands slowly travel up the back of your thighs, stopping at the crease underneath your ass, letting his forefingers nuzzle there. His fingers begin to massage the bottom of your cheeks that are sticking out under your soffe shorts.

He moans louder this time, squeezing your ass as he leans into you, your back pressing against the old wooden shelves. His lips leave yours as they dip down to kiss behind your ear, you lift your neck to give him more room. He chuckles lowly against your skin, “you like when I kiss you there angel?” the breath from his whisper making a chill on the wet spot his kiss left behind. You nod once with a pout, staring into his eyes. His tongue darts out the side of his mouth as he leans back a bit, eyebrows raising as he leans his head the other way, picking a different spot to kiss next. “How about when I kiss here?” He asks as he gives a feather soft kiss on your neck. “Mhmm” you moan weakly as he begins to suck on that spot. If your brain wasn’t a bowl of marshmallow fluff you might stop him and tell him you can’t have a hickie especially before a big game but the signals from your brain to your mouth left the room a long time ago. His hands are fully exploring your ass now, your skirt flipped up and laying over the back of his hands. “Eddie” you whispered, not quite sure if it was the beginning of a statement or a question.

The sound of the half period bell vibrates above you and your eyes shoot open, wrist leaning back over Eddie’s shoulder to look at your watch. “Oh god, we’re so so late. If we leave now we might not get detention.” He snort laughs, “you’re not going anywhere y/n.” He says pulling you closer to nuzzle into where your neck meets your shoulder. The feeling of your name inside his voice making your head spin. “And hey maybe we can get detention together. Wouldn’t that be cool?” He says pulling away to look at you. Your eyes widen. You? Detention?? But looking at his puppy dog eyes growing sad at the possibility of you leaving made your heart ache. You shake your head and smile softly. “You’re going to be a bad influence on me aren’t you Eddie Munson?”

“Terrible.”

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eddie note image credit : @eddienbird

[godofsexdrugsandrocknroll]

On A Tropical Island

Jaune: Great. Just great. Now I’m lost and all my friends are missing too! I’m too angry to be depressed!

Neo: *Head pops out of the sand, spitting it everywhere*

Jaune: Oh, even better. Now I have company. This can’t possibly get any worse! *Ignores Neo glaring*

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Jaune: Stop following me! You’re a bad girl!

Neo: *Cocks eyebrow*

Jaune: *Blushes* Not what I meant! I mean you’re evil! And all you’ve done to help so far is poke me with a stick! *Is poked with a stick* Dammit, stop that!

Neo: *Pokes him in the butt instead*

Jaune: OW! That’s not what I meant you menace!

Neo: *Preens at being called a menace*

Jaune: And stop trying to be cute, too!

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Neo: *Tapping bare foot*

Jaune: Okay, so maybe my sense of direction isn’t the best. *gets The Look* Alright alright already, jeez. We’re back where we started, your shoes, your jacket and my armor are now forever lost to the wilds and it’s not my fault!

Neo: *Stares*

Jaune: *Shifts guiltily* Okay maybe it is, but if I had a map *Neo crosses her arms, reigniting The Look™ * we’d still probably be lost since the rest of team RNJR banned me from the map after reading it backwards and upside down.

Neo: *Nods firmly, taking the lead*

Jaune: For the fourth time.

Neo: *Turns, gapes in shock, shakes her head and grabs him by the hand*

Jaune: *Offended* Hey, I’m not a child! I won’t get lost!

Neo: *Looks at him through her eyelashes*

Jaune: *Sighs* Okay, fine. But only because getting lost in a weird jungle is way worse than getting lost in the grocery store at 14.

Neo: *Stops, removes belt, ties end around his wrist and grabs the other end*

Jaune: *Starts whining*

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Jaune: Dear diary *ignores Neo’s pointing and silent laughter* today is day 17 on the worst island to ever exist. Butthole and I -- OW, SHIT-FUCK-SHIT! I really hate that you sharpened your stick into a spear! Fine, Neo and I finally have a a good system in place for food. We’ve got our firepit, Neo turned my armor we found into a pan, one pot and a skillet, my impeccable home economics have saved our asses and we’ve got a spit for roasting things over the fire!

Neo: *Munches happily on roast rabbit*

Jaune: It’s really working out! Neo’s great at the spotting and tracking, I get to use the spear to hunt and there’s plenty of these really stupid semi-intelligent rabbits that seem to have a language of their own that are really good when you cook ‘em just right. *Pauses* I think they might have stolen my shirt though, I haven’t seen that thing in like four days.

Neo: *Mentally reminds herself to burn the eye candy’s shirt before he finds it*

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Day 28

Jaune: Ow, stop kicking me! I said I was sorry!

Neo: *Jumps on Jaune, bites his ear*

Jaune: AAAGGHH!!! Dammit Neo, how many times do I have to tell you not to bite me! It’s not my fault that seagull stole your hat! In case you hadn’t noticed, it stole Pyrrha’s sash too!

Neo: *Jumps off him, gestures emphatically*

Jaune: I know, you angry little troll! *Instead of attacking him again, Neo just stares at him sadly* I-I... *sighs* I know. I know. I really wanna kill that thing too. It’s...it’s all I had left of her too. All you had left of Torchwick. But we’re stuck here. We can’t find my friends and this island is huge.

Neo: *Nods unhappily*

Neo: *Jabs him with her stick spear*

Jaune: Yeah, we can kill any seagulls we see. *Neo blinks, considers trying to get her point across but nods*

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Day 49

Jaune: How do you set everything on fire! I told you we needed just enough to warm ourselves!

Neo: *Lunges at Jaune, leaves fire to burn*

Jaune: *Is strangled*

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Day 54

Neo: *Admires Jaune’s ass in jorts*

Jaune: I still don’t understand why you had to ruin my jeans. Tossing the boots into that bottomless pit, I get. My feet thank you. Uh, except when I keep stepping on sharp rocks and twigs. But really?

Neo: *Points at him, hand fans herself and panics, shaking her head rapidly*

Jaune: *Oblivious, insulted* Yeah, yeah, I’m sweaty! Fine, fuck having pant legs! I wanna get scratched and bitten by those weird little blue people again!

Neo: *Blinks, shakes her head in exasperation and relief*

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Day 59

Jaune: I can’t believe you committed genocide because those blue people stole your top! Neo, they just wanted a tent!

Neo: *Glares murderously at Jaune, covering her frilly pink and white bra with her hand and arm*

Jaune: *Gulps* I-I-I-I know! It’s upsetting, but murder isn’t always the answer!

Neo: *Uses free hand and makes bunny ears*

Jaune: Hey, those rabbits might be really stupid but they’re super mean spirited! One tried to drop a rock on my head and don’t you dare say it’d be an improvement!

Neo: *Startled, laughs*

Jaune: *Sheepish, laughs too*

Neo: *Continues laughing, eventually noticing Jaune has stopped and is red in the face, wide eyed*

Neo: *Notices she moved her arm and Jaune is staring at her chest*

Jaune: *Notices Neo’s glare and red face* W-wait, hold on a minute now, I didn’t mean to--

Neo: *Glomps, bites his nipple*

Jaune: *Girlish screams that can be heard for miles*

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Day 72

Jaune: No, put the berries down. You can’t just keep eating fruit all the time, you’re already very small and need to keep yourself healthy if you don’t wanna lie rotting as a corpse on this island forever.

Neo: *Grabs a huge handful of berries, shoves them in her mouth smugly*

Jaune: Dammit Neo, stop being so bratty! I’m only trying to help! *Grabs Rabbit jerky* Now do your body good, open your mouth and eat my meat!

Neo: *Gags, chokes, spits mushy berries out and kicks Jaune in the solar plexus for the phrasing*

Jaune: *Wheezing* I swear I didn’t mean to OH X-RAY AND VAV, SAVE ME!

Nearby Seagull: *Hearing the abyssal, shrieking screams of the Tall One, flies off in terror and decides to move the family nest*

Neo: *Biting, kicking, punching and pinching*

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Day 88

Jaune: I can hardly shave Neo, if you don’t remember my sword’s a jagged piece of sharp metal these days!

Neo: *Shows off shaved armpits, shows off shaved legs having long since created shorts from her capris and shows him a wooden knife*

Jaune: I should be concerned that you’ve created another stabby, but somehow -- GASP! *Actually gasps, clutches his beard* No! You wouldn’t!

Neo: *Grins*

Jaune: Please don’t, beloved friend of mine.

Neo: *Touched*

Jaune: What? We are. I mean sure you bite and attack me way more than most normal people do but you did save me from that rabbit mercenary group that tried to use a swinging log to splatter my brains against a tree. You might’ve been a bad guy once, but it’s nearly been three months and you’ve more than proven yourself. And I can’t really not call you a friend when I feel guilty about how I treated you.

Neo: *Smiles, undoes her bra*

Jaune: Wait, WHAT!? *Neo jumps on him and smiling happily, gives his cheek a kiss and starts shaving* WAIT NEO NO, THAT’S NOT FAIR YOU CAN’T USE BOOBIES AS A WEAPON LIKE THA- *Neo shakes her body side to side* -GGRRRGGG! That is so cruel. You’re the worst friend ever. I’m glad you have to sit on my ribs and not my lap because that would be even worse.

Neo: *Continues shaving*

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Day 146

Jaune: *Using his semblance* See, what’d I tell you? They get smarter! No way are those little demons gonna fall for the same trap twice.

Neo: *Lets Jaune heal the bloody bite marks from a rabbit, squirms*

Jaune: Stop it, you’re fine. *Kisses healed hand* Booboo be gone!

Neo: *Blushes brightly, stares wide eyed*

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Day 179

Neo: *Spinkicks boulder about to crush Jaune*

Jaune: Thanks Neo! *To a small, derpy looking anthropomorphic rabbit* Your wretched plan is foiled you vile creature from the deepest pits of hell! Now do me a favor and get stabbed!

Neo: *Spins away, clutching her beating heart as the sound of a vicious goring occurs*

Jaune: Another day, another dead rabbit! Oh look, there’s more! *Offers the Spear of Ultimate Stick to Neo* You wanna eviscerate the next couple?

Neo: *Wonders what this feeling is*

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Day 187

Jaune: *Gaping stupidly at Neo’s perfectly lit fire* W-wha? How!? Two months ago you lit my hair on fire *brushing hand through short, unstyled blondeness* but n-now...

Neo: *Smugly roasting bird meat*

Jaune: *Scoops Neo into a hug, spins the wide eyed mute* I understand how Dad felt when I finally learned to tie my shoes in the 6th grade now! I’m so proud, Neo! OW!

Neo: *Spits Jaune’s shoulder blood out, turns away blushing*

Jaune: Still proud. *Notices Neo blushing, deliberately not looking at him* Uh-oh. *Quietly, to himself* Oh no. I recognize this feeling. Ohhh shit. Okay, what the hell Jaune!? You see her boobs and you feel awkward about your boner for three days, but she looks all cute and embarrassed and that’s what does me in!? What kind of bullshit is this!?

Neo: *Oblivious, cupping her cheeks and cutely twisting back and forth*

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Day 219

Jaune: AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Neo: *Silently screaming at the top of her lungs*

Jaune: OH MY GOD NEO WHY THE FUCK IS HE SO BIG!? *Looks fearfully back at a 12 foot tall, musclebound, derpy looking anthroporphic rabbit sprinting at them with rage in its unthinking eyes*

Neo: *Frantically mimes stabbing*

Jaune: NEO, WHAT THE FUCK, I THINK HE’S TOO SWOLE FOR HUSHABYE!!!

Neo: *Heart flutters at Jaune’s name for their spear*

Giant Rabbit: ▂▂▃▃▄▄▅▅!

Jaune: *Ears ringing*

Neo: *Points at Jaune’s crotch, mimes stabbing*

Jaune: *Pales* THAT’S PROBABLY THE MOST EVIL THOUGHT YOU’VE EVER HAD IN YOUR LIFE! *Neo pouts, mimes it again* I’M JUST SAYING, NOT JUDGING, LET’S DO IT! *Uses semblance*

Neo: *Commits murder most foul*

Jaune: *Whips out the wooden knife* I’M SO SORRY FOR THIS, YOU OVERGROWN FREAK OF NATURE! *Jumps on the screaming body of the mutated rabbit, starts stabbing*

~~5 Minutes Later~~

Jaune: *Covered in blood, wipes forehead* Phew. Killing something this big really takes it out of you.

Neo: *Covered in blood, staring at Jaune wide eyed*

Jaune: Kind of a shame he looks basically human. Save for his stupid head, I guess, because I kinda don’t wanna eat anything that’ll make me feel too cannibally. *Puts hand on chin, blood drips* But I kinda think this is like the Final Boss of those rabbits. Maybe chop his head off and put on a pike like you did with that poor little blue guy that seemed to be the other blue people’s chief? *Nods resolutely* Yeah, gotta establish dominance and fear in those godless little fucks. *Looks at Neo* What do you think, NeeeMMMMPPPHHH!!!

Neo: *Glomps Jaune, shoves her tongue into his mouth*

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Day 237

Neo: Gakgh gakgh gakgh!

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Day 243

Jaune: Oh god, yeah, fuck yeah, you like that don’t you? *Grabs Neo’s hair*

Neo: *Likes that very much*

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Day 249

Jaune: *Waggles knife* So, uh, aim for the kidneys?

Neo: *Nods emphatically*

Jaune: Huh. I guess I’ll test it out on Cinder. Thanks honey. *Kisses cheek*

Neo: *Swoons*

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Day 251

Jaune: *Naked, washing grumpy Neo’s hair* I really mean it! I am so sorry. Just, well, uh...okay, you give amazing head and I wasn’t expecting you to go for the balls. Or, uh, the other thing, but well, um *sighs* look, the taint thing was just really unexpected and I’m really sorry I came in your hair! *Blushes*

Neo: *Can’t help but be proud, leans into his hands*

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Day  268

Jaune: Is there no end to your flexibility!? *Chokes on air* Nope. Guess not.

Neo: *Doing the splits smugly*

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Day 274

Jaune: And that is why, despite what people say, Immortal Konflict is superior to Road Combatant!

Neo: *Nods seriously*

Jaune: Wanna play when we get back to Remnant, maybe after we kill Salem in her sleep or something?

Neo: *Nods excitedly*

Jaune: You’re the best! *Kisses temple* Ow, why are you hitting me, I thought you liked kisses!?

Neo: *Liking forehead and temple kisses but not wanting to admit it*

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Day 296

Jaune: *Cumming inside*

Neo: *Toes curl, signing ‘I Love You’ over and over again*

Jaune: *Panting* God I love you too, Neo.

Neo: *Gapes, signs*

Jaune: *Panting decreases* Uh, yeah? My Dad has permanent hearing damage from his Huntsman days. Some chick had a mortar-giant cudgel-battering ram weapon and you can guess about how well that went.

Neo: *Signs more*

Jaune: I-- *realizes* ohhhh. I get it. Uh, I didn’t even think about it. You never signed so I figured you never learned. Ow, my ass!

Neo: *Stops pinching his ass, signs again but slower*

Jaune: *Blushes brightly* Um, yeah. I did. Is that-- *Neo flips him onto his back, kissing him and rocking her hips*

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Day 338

Jaune: *Contently holding Neo* This really was the last thing I expected to happen. *Neo nods as she leans into him* I...I don’t think I can ever really not miss Pyrrha, or despise Cinder from the bottom of my soul.

Neo: *Signs rapidly that she feels the same way, that she misses Roman*

Jaune: Yeah. I know. *Clears throat* But I think it’s okay. I mean I didn’t expect this to happen, but I’m glad it did. *Snuggling occurs* We’re gonna get out of here. We’re putting Cinder in the dirt. Then we’re gonna do the same to Salem. Then buy a house.

Neo: *Signs*

Jaune: I’ve kinda been a country boy my whole life. It’s up to you *is headbutted* OW! *Neo rubs the back of her aching head, signs, Jaune rubs his chin* Then it’s decided.

*Enjoying each others presence*

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Day 362

Weiss: Actually, the amount of slashes in the trees could just mean some new terrible creature of ridiculous origin could have made this area of the forest its stomping grounds.

Blake: *Flatly* As long it’s not the flying piranhas with steel teeth that drip acid, I’m fine.

Ruby: *Shudders* Please don’t remind me! I’m suppressing, Blake! Do you want to ruin fish sticks and mustard for me!?

Blake: *Grimaces* Yes.

Yang: *Ignores the bickering* Not gonna lie Weiss, after that giant crocodile with the crown and the cape and the penguin with the hammer, something a little more normal and horrific sounds just like home. *Adjusts cheetah print bikini, shifts hips under her grass skirt*

Weiss: *Eyebrow twitches* Right. Home. Which you clearly miss. *Eyes Yang’s flawless tan*

Yang: Huh? Well, yeah! Not to devalue the disaster we have waiting for us when we get back but I’m dying for a cheeseburger and a *in singsong* Strawberry Sunrise!

Ruby: *Cutting off Weiss and ignoring a fuming Blake* It could be Jaune though!

Weiss: Yes, possibly, but you have to consider the fact-- *Steps around tree, goes silent at the sounds*

Neo: *In a mating press clutching her feet, biting her lip and then silently moaning*

Jaune: *Going so hard he’s clapping Neo’s cheeks*

Weiss: --that maybe those living, spiny fruits got us again and we’re all on a very bad trip. *Can’t look away but wants to*

Ruby: *Blushes furiously*

Blake: *Covers nose, turns away*

Yang: I really wanna be there for our boy but *ignores Jaune’s cursing, Neo’s nodding and Jaune pushing in deep and creampieing the silently screaming mute* a really big part of me wants to punch him in his stupid face. Really!? Her!?

Blake: *Muffled* You sure you’re not just salty that it’s Neo?

Jaune: *Awkwardly, wide eyed but happy* Oh. Guys. Hey! Hi! *Weiss screeches as Jaune stands, Neo breathes heavily but grins smugly*

Yang: Nope. Not at all. *Clenching fist*

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Day 363

Yang: Okay. I’m cool with whole... *gestures at Neo and Jaune holding hands*  thing, because honestly I’d have to be a condescending and arrogant bitch to look down on you because of that, but really?

Ruby: Yang has a point, little blue people and psychotic but also really stupid rabbits and their super-duper-strong Daddy Rabbit? And you killed them alllll oh wow. *Staring at something that Jaune pulled from a bag* That’s a weird looking skull. *Whispering* Why does he have a skull!? Oh no, Neo really did corrupt him and not just with that!

Yang: *Gapes, recovers slowly, sarcastically* She is such a good influence on you Jaune.

Jaune: *Grinning* I know, right? I mean imagine if Neo wasn’t here with me! I probably would’ve survived but I would’ve been so depressed that I’d probably be coming back eyeless and with a ton of PTSD! And maybe a quirky catchphrase!

Yang: Because that’s important. *Rolls eyes* Besides, you couldn’t pull off a catchphrase to save your life.

Jaune: *Face goes slack, contorts stupidly in a scream* BWAAAAH!

Team RWBY: *Jerks*

Neo: *Bites Jaune’s pinky*

Jaune: OW-OW-OW! Take a joke, Neo!

Yang: No, yeah, pretty much on the shrimp’s side.

Weiss: I have no idea what that was but never do it again.

Blake: *Forgives Jaune and Neo for their crusade against the rabbits*

Ruby: *Giggling at the derp face Jaune made*

Jaune: Fine, fine, you win. *Pouting* Using their war cry would have been so insulting to their memory though.

Neo: *Smiling, kisses Jaune’s cheek, signs that he’s a big baby*

Weiss: Getting back to the point though, we didn’t think Jaune would be in nearly as good shape as he’s in now. In that regard I feel we owe Neopolitan a good deal of gratitude.

Blake: And like it or not Yang, having her not just be an enemy of Salem but actually on our side?

Yang: Yeah, well--

Ruby: Plus he’s happy! And I think he kind of needs it. *Sadly* We all do. A-and if Neo is what makes him happy, then I think I’m happy too.

Jaune: *Touched* Rubes...

Ruby: It hurts, Jaune. But I can’t imagine...well, I can’t imagine if it were me. So it’ll take time but the best thing I can do here is be happy for you and get us outta here! *Pumps fist*

Neo: *Signs rapidly*

Jaune: *Grins* And make Cinder and Salem unalive! And in the days leading to that, make them wish they were already dead!

Ruby: *Uncomfortable at the bloodlust* Umm...

Yang: Ah fuck it, you speak my language like that and I can’t stay mad at you! Let’s do it! *Slaps Blake’s ass*

Blake: *Yelps, blushes and glares at Yang* Is this really the time for that!?

Weiss: *Rubbing the bridge of her nose with her eyes squeezed shut* Ah, the onset of a pounding headache. Truly the gang is back together again.

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Day 365

Jaune: Kinda conveniant that exactly one year after falling into the mythical island of who knows where we find ourselves back in the real world, isn’t it?

Neo: *Hand on her hip, staring at him*

Yang: I’m with the midget. *Grass skirt swishes* Are you really about to complain we’re free of that hellhole?

Weiss: They have a point. After everything we fought there you’d think you would be more appreciative.

Jaune: I am. It just seemmmmpph! *Is kissed by Neo*

Neo: *Happily shuts Jaune up*

Ruby: Alright, let’s do this!

*Action pose except Yang’s tan, in a cheetah fur bikini and a grass skirt, Jaune has a handful of Neo’s ass and Neo is grabbing Jaune by the hair, clearly using tongue and Hushabye is aimed in a slightly red faced Blake’s direction*

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I got the chance to see the RWBY finale today and rather than be depressed and think about Penny, I decided I’d go ahead and write a Silent Knight fic instead. It’s all over the place but really, that’s to be expected since I went in with no plan. I know people are already bitching over on Reddit about Jaune possibly getting attention, but like with most people who dislike a character I decided to pay them no mind whatsoever.

Because honestly, with Dragonslayer never happening I’d be perfectly fine with Jaune x Neo.

As for this entire thing, I had way more fun with it than I should have and I hope anyone reading it has just as much fun as I did writing it.

Oh. And yes, there were plenty of Rabbids and Smurfs harmed in the creation of this lengthy drabble.

[bi-bi-buckleydiaz]

dare night | owen joyner

requested; no, i got inspired while watching OTH for the hundredth time. but please request jatp or tom / peter things !!

words; 3.3K was not expecting it to be this long. kinda got away from me. also unedited I just wanted to get it out ;)

a/n; not me writing an OTH inspired fic for my new beau owen joyner...oop. anyway, hope ya like it. it is unedited because i just finished it and i really wanted to just get it out for y’all. 

“I cannot believe I let you talk me into this.” 

“C’mon Owen it’ll be fun,” Charlie says, excitement pouring from him like a golden retriever puppy. Owen sighs at his best friend before looking at the rest of his friends behind Charlie. 

“Yeah, Owen, we’re only young once. And y’all only get Jadah and I unsupervised once in a blue moon, we have to appreciate that time.” The cast laughs as Madi smiles wide, probably more excited about this proclaimed ‘dare night’ than it’s creator. Speaking of...

“Listen, I already have the dare’s written up and I know you hate to waste paper.” Charlie’s practically pouting now, so Owen really can’t say no to that. 

“Fine, let’s get this over with.” Everyone cheers as the final member takes his place around the kitchen island. The cast, minus Cheyenne of course because he’s “too old to partake in this. It’s a teens only event.” “We’re in our twenties Charlie.” “SEMANTICS!”,  are gathered in Owen and Charlie’s apartment around their kitchen island, all waiting for their teams and dare card. 

“The rules are simple, boys versus girls. Then you each split into teams of two -” 

“But there’s an uneven amount on each team. Five against five.” Jadah points out, smiling at Charlie's small ‘shit’ and long sigh. He thinks for a minute before a metaphorical light bulb goes off above his head and he’s smiling again. 

“Then a boy and girl will have to be together. Just split the points at the end.” Satisfied with the idea, everyone nods. No one misses the way Jeremy and Carolynn smile at each other.  

“Now, you all have phones, you have to document one of you completing the dares either with a photo or a video. After the first dare is complete, you’ll get the second one. I’ve asked strangers around where your dare takes place to give you the next ones. They were very accommodating and are very excited to see y’all. We’ll all meet back here at midnight. Team that gets the most points, wins.” Charlie is practically vibrating by the time he’s finished, proud of his little game he put together and that everyone is just as excited as he is, well, minus Owen of course. But that’s because he’s nervous about doing unknown dares in public. Sure he puts on this face of being quirky and cool and fun, doesn’t mean some things don’t scare him. 

“So everyone, pick your partners, pick your card, and let the dares begin!” Madison and Jadah immediately jump for each other, Carolynn and Jeremy grabbing hands before Charlie is even done speaking. Savannah and Tori high give, Sacha and BooBoo look at each other and shrug, assuming the wonder twins will want to stick together. Everyone is shocked though when Charlie bounces over to Sacha and slings his arm around his shoulders, shooting Owen an apologetic look in the process. 

“Sorry bro, but I think we both know if we go at this together we’ll get nothing done and, I’d kinda like the boys to win.” Madi covers her mouth and the confession while the rest laugh. Owen groans and then goes red when BooBoo shoots him a look. 

“That was rude! I’m glad to be your partner BooBoo don’t get me wrong. Seriously, so excited.” Owen begins to panic and is set to keep babbling before BooBoo laughs and lightly punches Owen’s shoulder.

“Relax dude, let’s go kick some dare ass!” Everyone cheers and grabs a card off the table before rushing out the door to their respective vehicles, Madi managing to borrow her dad’s car for the night, thanking God that she passed her road test before season 2 started. 

“So, what dare did we get?” Owen asks when he and BooBoo reach the car. He starts it up while BooBoo rips open the envelope. 

“We...ooh no.” He starts to giggle before he can even finish. Owen can feel his heart start to race.

“Oh no, what’d we get?” 

“Hehe we, ha, we have to return some clothes...” Owen let’s out a sigh of relief. 

“That’s not too bad.” 

“While wearing them,” BooBoo finishes. Owen freezes. 

“Excuse me!?” BooBoo breaks into a loud laugh at Owen’s shock, handing him the card in the process. “No way! Is Charlie insane?” What the hell was he thinking? What if someone recognizes him while he’s taking off a shirt to return it? Wait, why is he the one doing the returning?

“No. Nope. No way, we lose this point. What’s the next one?” BooBoo is still laughing as he shakes his head. 

“You heard Charlie, we only get the next one if we complete this one.” Owen groans, accepting his fate. 

“I can’t believe we’re doing this.” 

“Believe it drummer boy. Especially since you’re gonna be the one doing it.” Owen whips his head towards BooBoo, almost breaking his neck in the process. 

“No way. Dude, no. Way.” Owen is ready to get on his knees and beg. 

“Um, well, the sizes are on the card and they match you,” BooBoo says, watching Owen begin to pout and accept his fate. BooBoo would feel bad if he didn’t think this was going to be a hilarious night. “C’mon, get driving.” Owen groans once more before driving away, accepting his fate that this night will be a wreck. 

~ ~ ~

Shopping alone is boring. 

Y/N asked friends, obviously, but they were all busy doing something or someone, so she was left alone to shop for christmas gifts. Sure it’s early, like, two months early, but she learned a long time ago that when you live alone as a young adult, living paycheck to paycheck, it's best to shop for gifts in increments and not all at once near christmas time. So here she is, shopping alone in a mall near the stores closing times because that’s the only time she can spare. 

It’s not all bad, late night shopping means not a lot of people in the mall and those who are here are strung out college kids like here. Sure there have been some creepy guys eyeing her up and down, but when she felt those looks she made it clear to go to a store that had security in front of it, even if that meant staring longingly and things she can’t afford. 

Y/N’s about half an hour into shopping for her niece and nephew when she hears a commotion on the other side of the clothing store. She quickly glances over then looks back to the shirt she was admiring, before realizing what she saw couldn’t be quite right. She looks over again, and holy shit, her eyes weren’t deceiving her. There really is a guy at the cash register shirtless and in the middle of taking his pants off. 

Y/N takes back her previous statement, shopping alone is so not boring. 

It’s then she notices a security guard enter the store, hand on the walkie talkie on his shoulder. There’s no way that’s going to end good. She doesn't know why she does it, but one second she was holding a shirt for her nephew and the next she's pushing the rack of clothes in front of the guard and grabbing the near naked and guy and running. She hears a camera snap behind her and a ‘hey wait up’ but all she’s really focused on is getting the guy out of the mall before he’s arrested for public indecency or something. 

The hand in hers tugs her to stop just before the reach the mall doors, making her halt in her running. She looks back and ‘woah, he’s pretty.’ 

“Hey, not that I’m thankful but, my friend...” Pretty eyes trails off and he takes in a breath and wait, when did she start calling him pretty eyes. No! He’s a stranger. 

“Yeah well, your friend isn’t the one half naked in the mall getting chased by security.” He ponders it for a minute then nods. “So let’s go. I promise i’m not gonna murder you, just gonna take you to the parking lot so you don’t get arrested for public indecency and end up on the sex offender registry.” Pretty eyes get’s scared at that and then begins to nod vehemently. 

“Yeah, yeah that’s bad. Lets go!” As he says that, security appears behind them. She grabs his hand and they book it out of the mall and into the shockingly cold autumn air. She doesn’t know where this guy’s car is so she leads him to hers, praying she’s not making a mistake. 

~ ~ ~

Owen doesn’t know how he ended up here. He remembers putting the clothes that were in the locker on and he remembers going to the first store and returning the shoes, but after that he thinks the adrenaline kicked in and he blacked out from it. One minute he was taking his pants of trying not to die of utter embarrassment and the next, some girl was dragging him out of the mall and to her car in the parking lot. He doesn’t know why he let this stranger drag him out of the mall, but he’s not really complaining as she shoves him into the back of her car, away from prying eyes. He only begins to panic when she climbs in next to him and shuts the door. Once the silence settles around them does reality finally settle in and does he realize what he actually just did. 

“Holy shit. Holy shit what did I do! Oh my God that could have ended so bad! Oh my God!” He panics for another minute before a hand settles on his bare shoulder. 

“Hey. Hey! You’re fine. They didn’t follow us out, you’re not getting in trouble.” Her voice is soothing, he’ll admit, and he can feel the anxiety begin to ease back. But it doesn’t change the fact that he was just half naked in the mall where anyone could have recognized him and taken pictures. Granted, Charlie did think about that and put a random blue baseball cap and glasses in the bag of clothes too. But still, that’s like, nothing! He goes to grab his phone to check instagram before realizing he’s only in his underwear. In a random girls car. In a Vancouver mall parking lot. She seems to realize this at the same time because she clears her throat and scooches to the other side of the car. 

“Um, do you, do you like, have clothes or something I can go retrieve or...” He nods and goes to give her the key to the locker, then remembers, no pants. They chuckle at the same time and looks down at her purse, rummaging through it for her phone. He takes it from her with a small ‘thanks’ hoping his cheeks aren’t showing how flushed he feels. He quickly dials BooBoo’s number, giving him the details of what went down, asking the girl where they are and reporting it back to him, then hangs up. 

“Um, thanks. For that. And for saving me from being arrested. That was, thanks.” The girl giggles and nods. “I’m Owen, by the way. I don’t normally run around malls in my underwear.” He sticks his hand out, hoping she’ll take it and give a name in return. He’d really like the pretty girl's name. 

“I’m Y/N. I don’t normally take random, half naked strangers to my car.” He laughs at that and they shake hands. 

“Well, thanks for making an exception.” They stare at each other for another few seconds before a knock on his window makes them break apart. He looks over and sighs in relief at BooBoo and his clothes in his hand. He opens the door and jumps out, taking the clothes from BooBoo and immediately shoving his legs into his pants. The girl get’s out after him, smiling at him balancing on one foot and trying not to fall over. 

“Thanks, for saving him. No hard feelings for leaving me in the dust.” BooBoo smiles as he says it so Owen hopes the girl doesn’t take it too harshly. She laughs though and, woah, that’s a nice laugh. He’s so focused on her smile and the way she says her name that he puts his shirt on backwards. He doesn’t notice until BooBoo points it out, laughing as he does. When Owen is properly dressed again, he takes a deep breath and leans against the car. 

“When I see Charlie, I’m gonna murder him. We’ll have to film the rest of the season without him. Kenny can deal.” Owen only realizes what he’s said when BooBoo shoots him a look. Y/N looks at the two in confusion, before looking back at Owen. 

“You’re an actor?” He nods and watches as her face goes from confused to angry. “And you got undressed in a mall? How stupid are you?” She punctuates the last sentence with punches to his arm. BooBoo giggles in true BooBoo fashion as Owen rubs his arm. He watches her take out her phone and he looks over her shoulder as she opens twitter. She goes to the search bar, pauses, and then looks up at him. 

“Full name?” 

“Oh um, Owen Joyner.” He watches her type it in and breathes a sigh of relief as nothing but Alex edits pop up. She tries Instagram next, then TikTok, and gets the same answers as before. Nothing about him being naked in a mall, just fan edits of him and him as Alex. 

“You are so lucky no one saw you dude, your career would be over.” She says, closing her phone and putting in her pocket. “What were you thinking?” He can’t help but feel scolded and slightly cowers in response. She notices and immediately softens. “Sorry, I just met you, I shouldn't be so mean.” A pause. “But that was still really stupid.” BooBoo giggles and Owen shoots him a look before nodding and looking back at Y/N. 

“Yeah but, it was a dare.” 

“And you just accepted it?” Owen feels his cheeks go red and looks at his feet. 

“Well, yeah. We wanna win.” Y/N giggles and looks between the two boys. 

“Seriously? So what is this? Some sort of dare game night?” The boys nod, then BooBoo lights up and reaches into his pocket for the next dare. 

“Speaking of, the cashier at the store gave me the next dare. Are you ready?” Owen groans and BooBoo takes it as an affirmative. He opens the envelope and quickly glances at Y/N before reading it aloud for Owen. 

“Take a picture in a photo booth with a stranger.” Y/N glances at the card and sees words on the back too. 

“There’s something on the back.” BooBoo flips it and begins to giggle again. 

“No way. Oh man Owen.” 

“Me! Why me? I just walked naked around a mall!” 

“Because it’s asking you to kiss a stranger and my girl would kill me if I did this.” Y/N blanches at that and begins to slowly and hopefully discreetly back away from the two boys. But Owen catches her. 

“Hey.” He looks nervous and begins to fiddle with his fingers. “You don’t have to! Obviously! I mean, you already saved me once, but, like I kinda know you now and you’ve already seen me shirtless...” He trails off and flashes puppy dog eyes at the girl. She huffs and groans and finally, “Fine. Let’s get this over with. Y’all better win this stupid game though.” Owen smiles bright and Y/N tries to ignore the butterflies in her stomach at the sight. She just met this boy for god sakes! 

The three young adults head back into the mall to one of the strips that has a photo booth. BooBoo giggles as he all but shoves the two into the small area, singsonging a “good luck” before pulling the curtain closed. 

Awkward silence falls over the two as they squeeze together on the small seat. They smile nervously at each other as they hear BooBoo drop coins into the slot outside. 

“Um, so, do you wanna like -” 

SNAP! 

They giggle and look at the camera with smiles in time for the next one. 

SNAP!

Y/N looks back at Owen and, in a moment of confidence, grabs Owen’s shirt and brings his face closer to his. 

SNAP!

He glances at her lips, licks his own, then they’re kissing. His lips are soft and she sinks into him. She feels his tongue lick her bottom lip and almost lets a moan slip as she opens her mouth a bit for him. They don’t even hear the last snap, too caught up in each other. Her hands move to his hair and his hold her hips tight. They break for air eventually, eyes closed as they breathe in and giggle. 

“That was um...” Y/N nods. “Yeah. That was, yeah.” She feels him tilt his head towards her again for another kiss, but the curtain opening pulls them apart. They jump apart, as much as they can in the small booth, and stare at BooBoo like they were caught doing something bad. He’s smirking and shaking the photo strip in his hands. 

“Oh yeah, we’re definitely winning.” Owen breathes out a laugh and Y/N nods, taking BooBoo’s offered hand to help her out. 

“Um, I better, go, yeah, I should go. I hope you guys, uh, win or something.” Y/N hikes her purse up her shoulder and begins to walk away, eyes on her feet and hands shaking as they go into her pockets. She’s almost to the exit when a hand wraps around her upper arm. 

“Hey wait up!” Owen. “Um, I just, that was, that was something right? I wasn’t imagining that? That was like, could I have um, number? Could I have your number?” He’s stuttering, face red and hands shaking in his pockets. Y/N has to giggle, feeling a bit calmer knowing she’s not the only one who’s feeling something. 

“Yeah, that was number worthy.” They smile while exchanging numbers, then keep smiling as Owen leans and kisses her cheek. 

“Thanks for saving my ass twice tonight,” he whispers in her ear before leaning back. Y/N nods and begins to back away. 

“Yeah well, it’s a pretty nice ass.” With that she turns and practically runs back to her car, not believing what a night it's been. 

~ ~ ~

“And we’re tied! Although, there is one more dare on the table.” Charlie giggles, knowing exactly what it is, saving for last for a reason. Carolynn swipes it off the table before anyone else can, ripping it open and smiling at the words. 

“Kiss a member of your team.” She sees Jeremy smile and buff up, getting ready for smooch from his wife since they were partners. Carolynn smiles and leans towards him, before quickly grabbing Tori’s neck and giving her a chaste kiss on the lips. Everyone laughs and cheers, Jeremy pouting at his girl while she grabs his hand. 

“Well then, unless any of the boys kissed a stranger in a photo booth, the girls win.” BooBoo goes to raise his hand, but Owen stops him. BooBoo shoots him a look but Owen shakes his head, hoping he gets why. Why he doesn’t want to mention Y/N. Sweet, life-saving Y/N who didn’t even know who he was or hell, who BooBoo was. Who just saw a random guy in need of saving and didn’t think twice about helping him. BooBoo lets it go, and Owen nods a thanks. He cheers for the girls as they accept their win, hand rubbing the picture strip in his pocket, and mind preparing a text to Y/N as soon as he can escape to his room. 

Maybe dare night wasn’t such a bad idea.

[adorethedistance]

Sculpin and White Claws - WLW!Reader x Roommates!Owen and Charlie

JATP masterlist

Kinda requested. The concept is mine but I was requested to post it.

Warnings: Swearing, Make out scene, that gay shit

Words: 2381

Summary: Your ‘not-quite girlfriend’ has come over to yours, Charlie’s, and Owen’s shared apartment; your evening is disrupted by the energetic antics of two idiot boys in the other room.

A/n: I don’t even know why tf I’m posting this it shouldn’t ever see the light of day. @meetmeinfleetwood​ this is the fic I threatened to name the love interest after you lol don’t read it. The love interest OC is named after one person, her personality is modeled after my crush irl, and her look is modeled after an internet crush.

“What’s all this?” There are chips, salsa, popcorn, Oreos, peach rings, white claws, and original flavor sculpins lined up on the linoleum kitchen countertops.

“It’s movie night,” Owen responds simply, placing the last plastic bag inside another, and shoving it under the sink.

“Is Charlie going, too?”

“Booboo should be leaving his place soon, but Jer and Sav can’t make it tonight.”

“Wait… movie night is here?”

“...yeah?”

“Oh shit. Shit shit shit shit.”

“What?”

“I forgot to tell you didn’t I?”

“Forgot to tell us what?” Charlie asks as he enters the kitchen, and settles next to Owen’s side, on the opposite side of the counter from me.

“I have a date tonight.”

“Okay?”

“Here! My date is here tonight!”

“Is this that girl that came to pick you up the other day?”

“Yes.”

“I mean, it’s not a big deal. She can watch the movie with us.”

“No, I…” I hesitate, wondering if this is information I should be sharing. I guess I have to, “She... may or may not be bringing her backpack.” Owen stares at me, confused. I don’t want to have to share any more than I already have, and thankfully Charlie catches on.

“Oh.”

“I don’t see why it matters that she has a backpack?” Charlie then places the back of his hand against Owen’s chest, tilting his head sideways to look Owen in the eyes. Even with Charlie’s signal of hooded eyes and a shifted glance, Owen is still confused.

“They might fuck, Owen.” I grimace at Charlie’s crude wording, but he isn’t exactly lying.

“So, are you two official or…?”

“We haven’t put a label on anything but she is more than a friend.”

“So a friend... with benefits…”

“What do I do?” I ignore Charlie’s pointed conclusion, “She’ll be here in like half an hour!” The three of us exchanged conflicted looks. Then, Owen pulls his phone from his pocket and aggressively starts typing.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m texting BooBoo. Movie night is canceled. Operation ‘get Y/n laid’ shall commence.”

“You don’t have to cancel movie night-”

“It’s fine, we have one every week. You don’t have a dick appointment every week.”

“Technically it’s a str-”

“That’s beside the point,” I interrupt Charlie’s humor-filled quip. “You’re sure you wanna cancel movie night for me?”

“Already done. Now, what else do you need?”

“Shit, you live here!” This makes both of them laugh.

“That we do.”

“Well, you can’t go out in public, because you’re in pajamas and you have fans now. And you can’t exactly crash the houses of the people you just uninvited… I guess… you have to stay here.”

Then, I hear two light raps on the front door. All three of us exchange a horrified look, and in a panicked frenzy, I grab my two roommates and shove them both into Charlie’s room.

“Do not leave this room!” And with that, I shut the door in their faces.

Turning a full 180 on my heels, I take a deep breath before heading for the front door. Upon opening it, I see her standing there in all of her glory. Her glassy blue-green eyes glisten despite the dim lighting of the apartment building’s hallway. Her artificially blonde, pixie cut hair is styled to look as if a strategic wind had passed through it, and it is just stunning.

“Hey,” I sigh trying to catch my breath from all the commotion.

“Hey,” she greets coolly.

“Uh, please- come in.” Even in her ‘messy’ state, Sadie always has me drooling.

“Your apartment’s really nice.”

“Thanks, I did all the decorating. If I left it to Owen and Charlie, this would be a very different atmosphere.” My joke makes her laugh, which allows me to breathe a sigh of relief. So far, so good. “Can I get you anything? Water or…” I trail off before noticing the white claws and sculpins Owen bought for the movie night “...one of these?”

Sadie grins mischievously and snags one of the grapefruit sculpins. Her eyes never leave mine as she wordlessly nods toward the counter. I give in. What the hell. Snatching a black cherry white claw from the counter, I uncap the bottle and cheers Sadie to a night of semi-unknowns. Entering the living area, she takes notice of the painting that was my senior thesis in high school.

“Did you do this?” She studies the curve of every brush stroke and how it all comes together to depict a kind-of-but-not-really realistic nature scene. It’s a blue sky fading into the beginnings of a storm, with snow-dusted fir trees in the foreground. Simple, yet elegant.

“Yeah, it was my senior thesis.”

“This is stunning.”

“Oh, hush,” I flail my hand as if the compliment was a microscopic physical entity barrelling toward me.

“I’m being deadass. This is so good.”

“Thank you. It only took, like, ten hours to finish, I think?” Sadie nearly chokes on her Sculpin, causing me to laugh softly.

“Did you say only ten hours?”

“Yeah,” I shrug, heading over to take a seat on the couch, “That one took thirty-two hours.” I gesture to the elaborate, palette knife painting of a lotus flower.

We sit on the couch and talk for a bit about art, life, work, record shops, and shitty tinder dates. Leaning forward, on the edge of the couch, I tap the screen of my phone to check the time. We’ve been talking for over two hours and it’s felt like ten minutes tops. I’m feeling a little buzzed, from the alcohol obviously, but also from simply being around Sadie. Every time we talk I fall harder. And I think she does, too.

“So this date just feels like it’s never gonna end, and we finally make it back to my place. I’m ready to just get the hell away from her, but she leans in to kiss--mind you it's the first date--she leans in to kiss me and it’s not even decent. She’s like, open mouth, eyes wide shut, just going for it.” “Oh my gosh.”

“Yeah, it was just… not a good night,” she finishes by sipping the last of her drink, and then setting the bottle can on the coffee table.

“...Hopefully you haven’t felt that way about any of our date-hang out-things?”

“Don’t worry about it. I came back didn’t I?” When she looks up at my face, Sadie’s pearlescent smile softens into a closed mouth endeavor. I tug my bottom lip in between my teeth but quickly release it; she’s intently watched the entire movement. She then apprehensively moves to pry the empty white claw can from between my fingers, clocking the short length my nails have been manicured to, under a full-coverage coat of black nail polish. After setting the can on the coffee table, she leans back into the couch propping her head in her hand by planting her temple against her palm. I mirror her position, but not without moving closer first.

Sadie doesn’t speak, and I’m at a loss for words, so a thick but comfortable silence settles between us. Then, she reaches out to brush her thumb against the flesh of my bottom lip. My desire is unbecoming as I desperately push myself forward to connect my lips with her. The kiss is innocent but quickly turns passionate on my behalf.

After she leans back against the cushions of the couch, Sadie pulls me close to have me straddle her lap. The sight of her slouching back, hazily staring up at me with loving eyes leads me to lean back in and resume the kiss. Her hands slide from their position on my hips to the sides of my bare thighs. She’s tracing sensual circles over the top of them teasing my breathless state.

I nearly break the kiss to catch my breath but before I can, Sadie’s begun kissing down my jaw. Between her teeth, she nips at the sensitive skin of my neck and I let out the whispered traces of a moan. Now that she’s sitting forward a bit more, I’ve got my left arm draped over her shoulder, whilst tangling my right in the back of her shortly cropped hair.

Her trail of love bites flows down to my collar bones, and then:

the heat of the moment is shattered.

A muffled but rhythmic stomping sound is emanating from Charlie’s bedroom down the hall, into our living room.

“Fuck,” I groan out of a minor embarrassment.

“What is that?” I let out a deep sigh before sitting back to look at her confused face.

“I panicked and locked my roommates in their room when you got here.” Sadie laughs, finding humor in the situation that I do not. “We do movie nights weekly with some friends and I didn’t find out we were supposed to host until, like, ten minutes before you came.”

“You didn’t have to cancel movie night. We could’ve acclimated or just holed up in your room.”

“Yeah, but…” I endearingly pass a delicate scratch through the back of her hair, “then we couldn’t do this.” The confession sounds even more embarrassing out loud, and I cower my head so I don’t have to look her in the eyes anymore.

“You’re adorable,” she plants a sweet kiss on the part of my head that isn’t pressed against her chest. “We should set them free if they’ve been locked up for three hours.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” I sigh, situating myself so I can move off of sitting on top of her, practically.

“I gotta leave soon anyway. I promised my roommate I’d be back in time to help her with a psychology project or something like that,” Sadie rests her hand on the open space on my inner thigh. “Can I meet them?” She asks, curiously, testing the waters of coming into my personal life. I weigh my options for a moment. It’s not that I don’t want them to meet her, it’s that I don’t want her to meet them.

“Fine. I got nothing to lose since they’re gonna bully me no matter what.” Pressing myself up off the couch, I venture down the hall to knock on the door to Charlie’s bedroom. I don’t hear anything on the other side and in turn, twist the knob to investigate. When I open the door I see the two of them laying on the floor, laughing so hard there’s no sound in the room.

“What is happening?” I ask, concerned. Owen then gasps for air and the two of them begin laughing audibly again. I can’t help but laugh at them as I have no idea what I’ve just walked into.

“You guys good?” I inquire once more after they’ve caught their breaths and come to. “I don’t know what just happened, but Sadie’s about to leave if you guys wanted to come meet her before she goes.” The light that illuminates behind both their eyes is striking, and in an instant, they’re off the ground and zooming past me, down the hallway.

“I’m Charlie.”

“I’m Owen.”

“Are you Y/n’s girlfriend?”

“Dude!”

“What?”

“Y/n told us they don’t wanna label anything yet.”

“Ohhh. Sorry.”

“And this is pretty much what I anticipated,” I state once I’ve caught up to the three of them in the kitchen. Pushing past the two boys, I move to stand next to Sadie, hugging my arms around myself for warmth. As she introduces herself to the guys, she pulls me in to rest an arm across my shoulders.

They chat for a few more minutes, interrogating Sadie with questions that make me wince. Luckily, she found the entire interrogation amusing and answered the bordering-insane questions Charlie and Owen had. Once on the topic of her roommate, the reminder draws their conversation to a close.

“Okay. I gotta go for real now,” Sadie takes my hand in hers, tugging me gently to grab my attention, “When will I see you again?”

“I’m free most of Sunday, we could go get brunch” I offer, basically praying her schedule aligns with mine.

“That is the gayest possible thing you could’ve said,” she laughs at my offer. Playfully, defensively I sass her back,

“I don’t understand. Are you not down for brunch?”

“No, I’m down. You’re just cute is all.”

“I’ll text you details for time and place?” I insincerely bat my eyelashes at her, having to look up to make eye contact from how tall she is. She smiles down at me,

“Sounds good.”

“Okay,” I smile back and she leans down to quickly kiss me before we turn around and I let her out of the apartment.

“Text me when you get home.”

“Promise.” Trying not to smile like an idiot, I closed-mouth grin and wave to her before she descends the stairs, and is permanently out of sight. I then close the door and lock the bolts for the night before remembering to clean up the cans and bottles we left on the coffee table. When I turn around, Owen and Charlie are smiling at me mischievously, and based on their positions Charlie was clearly whispering something to Owen. I don’t know what to say so I hesitate for words.

“I-y-what?”

“Did you guys have fun?”

“Yeah…? Why?” Charlie back against the kitchen counter, crossing his arms conspicuously. Then Owen crosses the floor and comes to stand uncomfortably close to me.

“What’s this?” He pokes a spot on my collarbone that makes me gently yelp in pain. Oh shit.

“We didn’t do anything, don’t worry. The couch need not be disinfected. Better question, what the hell were you two doing in there?” My question prompts the two of them to look at each other and then laugh again. Charlie reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone to show me something. After a few taps, he hands me his phone.

“We got bored and decided to make a TikTok.”

“I see that.”

On the screen is a paused TikTok showing Owen and Charlie standing staggered in the camera. I hit play and watch the video of the two dancing to the trending song. The ending sends me and I start laughing too at the failed attempt at a simple dance.

“Y’all are crazy.”

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Can I request a imagine where Charlie Gillespie in Canada filming Julie and The Phantoms netflix show but with his girlfriend aka reader but He and Jeremy and Owen are dress as clowns for Madison Reys’s halloween party but the boys want to scare the reader and she was in the bedroom getting dress as Stitch from Lilo and Stitch disney movie.

Halloween

Charlie Gillespie x Reader

Word Count: 2,097

A/N: I know I haven’t written in a while but this might be my favorite one I’ve written so far. I changed it a bit since misread “bedroom” but I hope you like either way

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Halloween. The spookiest time of the year. However, for you this was the most wonderful time of the year. Your boyfriend was currently filming the first season of his new show, Julie and the Phantoms.

Halloween is your favorite day of the year and it sucks that you’re supposed to spend it far away from him. You decided to book a flight last minute to surprise him. The only person you told was his roommate and best friend, Owen.

“He’s going to be so excited to see you. He won’t shut about you and hopefully this will stop him for a little while,” Owen says over the phone.

“Haha iI can’t wait to see him and I especially can’t wait to finally meet you in person.” You and Owen have been talking a lot ever since he answered Charlie’s phone when FaceTiming and after Charlie found his phone, you and him exchanged numbers.

“I know FaceTime’s fun and all but now we can bully Charlie together in person” He replies.

“Hey remember he’s still my boyfriend. I can’t be mean to him all the time. I call you when my plane lands, okay?”

“Alright I’ll see you then. But (Y/N)!”

“Bye Owen!”

After what feels like ages you board the plane and a then after 8 hours and 1 stop you finally make it to Vancouver. You take a few moments to collect yourself and then call Owen to let him know you’re here. You grab your stuff from the baggage claim and grab a coffee from Tim Norton’s for a pick me up. Sitting on a plane for a full work shift can really drain the energy out of a person.

It doesn’t take long for you to hear someone call out your name.

“Y/N)!!! Over here!” You turn around and see Owen standing there and you run over and give him a hug.

“Owen! Oh my god!” After a minute you let go and he can’t help but grin at the big smile on your face, the face that Charlie won’t stop talking about. He never misses a moment to tell his co stars about how gorgeous you are and how much he loves your smile.

“Okay so I’m thinking we stop by the apartment and drop your stuff off and then head to set. We’re in the middle of filming but I may have asked Kenny if I could take a break to get something to eat.” You chuckle at that before answering.

“Actually I was wondering if we could just go right to set. I can’t spend another minute without Charlie.”

“Good. I can. So please take him from me.”

You laugh at that and spend the entire car ride counting the moments till you see your boyfriend again.

Owen parks the car and you don’t spare a moment jumping out of the car and running towards the closest door before realizing you have no idea where you're going. You stop and turn waiting for Owen.

“C'mon let’s head to the main stage. That's where they were when I left.” You follow Owen to a group of people.

“Hey guys have you seen Charlie anywhere?”

“No why?”

“This is his girlfriend, (Y/N)! She’s surprising him.”

“Oh my gosh! You’re (Y/N)? He’s going to be so excited. He never shuts up about you!” A girl with long blonde hair says.

“Yeah he might explode,” A guy wearing a leather jacket replies.

“Yeah I’m sorry about that. Hopefully it’s all good things.”

“Definitely. That boy is 100% in love with you. I’m Savannah.”

“And I’m Jeremy”

“The third phantom and Carrie right? He talks about you guys all the time too”

“Well this is fun but we need to go find Charlie before he sees you first.” Owen drags me in a different direction. You wave to Savannah and Jeremy hoping to talk to them more.

You see that you end up at Charlie’s trailer and Owen knocks on the door.

“Coming!” You hear on the other side and your heart leaps. It’s him. Owen pushes you behind him.

“Owen! Where’d you go running off to? That was a king lunch, dude.”

“Oh you know just out.”

“Well it must’ve been good enough for Kenny to stop production until you got back. All that was left was your stuff with BooBoo. Mads is getting here soon.” You start to feel bad for causing them to stop filming.

“Oh believe me it was. I have a surprise for you.”

“Please! No more dead birds!”

“No it’s good I swear! Close your eyes”

“I don’t wanna-!”

“CLOSE YOUR EYES!”

“Fine!” Charlie closes his eyes and Owen pushes you right in front him.

“Okay...Open!”

Charlie opens his eyes expecting something gross but is completely in awe of the view in front of him.

“Wait…(Y/N)? How are you even here right now? What? How? I don’t even know what to say!”

“Just kiss me you dork.” He doesn’t say anything just wraps you in his arms and gives you the biggest kiss possible. You kiss him back and just soak in the moment of you two. It feels like there’s no one else around and forget about where you are.

“Okay...I’m going to go leave and find Kenny.”

Charlie lets go and just stares at you in shock. “That son of a bitch went to the airport didn’t he?” You just nod chuckling to yourself. “I’m sorry but oh my god. I can’t believe your standing here right now.”

“Neither can I. Last week I was missing you so much and Owen convinced me to get a ticket.”

“Well you came just in time. We’re having a Halloween party tomorrow night and now you can come! Everyone’s going to be so excited. You’re all I can talk about.”

“So I’ve heard. I better live up to the expectations huh?”

“You already are just by being you...God I love you.” He kisses you again.

You spend the rest of the day watching him film scenes and meeting the rest of the cast. They were all so nice and welcoming. You kinda regret leaving your stuff in Owens truck but you had to Charlie to help you unpack so it didn’t take too long. After that the three of you went out for dinner and then cuddled with Charlie the rest of the night Because of the party everyone had a later call time. This meant more time with Charlie.

The next morning you woke up to an empty bed but a noisy apartment. You walk out of the room to see Charlie and Owen arguing over a pan of burnt eggs.”

“Good morning, old married couple. What’s going on? It’s too early for this shit.”

“I’m sorry, (Y/N), but SOMEBODY decided to let the breakfast I was making you burn.”

“How is this my fault?”

“I asked you to watch over it while I went to the bathroom and I came back out to you going live and not even paying attention.”

“Well sorry I got distracted but you were in there a long time.”

“It wasn’t that king oh my god!”

“Boys!! Stop arguing,” You walk up behind Charlie to give him a hug, “It’s okay. Thank you for the breakfast, baby.”

“I’m sorry for him over there. It would’ve been amazing.”

“Amazing or Charlie amazing. I saw the peanut butter out?” Owen says staring at Charlie.

“Oh...maybe it was a good thing they got ruined. You eat some weird food babe.”

“Hey! Who’s side are you on?” Charlie says low key offended but he can’t stay mad too long. “Whatever, we'll just get Starbucks or something. Are you coming to set babe?”

“I was actually thinking about going to the store to find a last minute costume. What are you going as?”

“It’s gonna be a surprise. We’re not telling anyone.”

“We?”

“Yeah. Jer, Charlie, and I are gonna match.” Owen replies.

“Oh god. I hope it wasn’t Charlie’s idea.”

“What is this? Pick on Charlie day?”

“No it’s Halloween! Best day of the year. Tomorrow is Pick on Charlie Day.” You laugh at Owen.

“Which reminds me I have to go to get a good costume.” You go back to Charlie’s room to get dressed before saying goodbye to the two idiots.

“I’ll see you later! Bye I love you!”

“I love you too!” Owen yells back.

“She was talking to me. Love you!”

“I don’t think so. She loves me more.” You hear them start to argue again and you leave quickly.

At the store you find a cute Lilo costume that there was one left of. You also buy a Scrump backpack and a little Stitch plush to carry with you (plus that fits in the bag so your hands don’t get tired. Spirit Halloween really has it all.

Charlie said to get to set around 6 and gives you the address of the school around 6 since that’s when they were supposed to done filming. You go through the door you and Owen walked through the day before. You start following the decorations until you get to the Cafeteria. You start to recognize people from yesterday. You see Sav is Kim Possible. Madison as the devil and Jadah as an angel. Sacha was also a devil. You look around but don’t see the three boys. You haven’t known Jeremy long but if he is willing to along with Charlie and Owens' plan he must be just as big as a doofus as them. After about 20 minutes you go to find a bathroom.

You look in the mirror fixing your dress and we’re fixing your eyeliner until the light turns off. You look around confused, feeling your way around. You got close to the light and feel a person.

“Hello?” You whisper.

You just hear footsteps walking slowly toward you.

“This is it. This is when I die.” You think to yourself. You walk backwards before feeling another body behind you.

You close your eyes to accept fate before seeing some light against your eyelids.

You open your eyes and see three scary ass looking clowns in front of you. You scream and run out the door. You take a moment against the hallway wall before realizing there were three people missing in the party. You wait hoping they would walk out soon. You see the door open and see one of the boys step out. Not caring which one it was you walk up against the door so they couldn’t see you. When you see his face you yell, “BOO!”

The clown screams and runs out pulling the rest of them behind him.

“Not so fun is it?” You let yourself be seen.

“I’m sorry (Y/N). I didn’t think that Owen was going to turn out the lights.” Charlie said walking slowly up to her.

“You wanted to scare her. It’s a small room and there's not many options.”

“Still I’m so sorry.”

“I actually thought I was going to die. I’ve never been more terrified in my life. Why would you do that?”

“I thought it would be funny.”

“Funny to watch your girlfriend terrified is it?”

“(Y/N)...I don’t know how to be anymore sorry.”

“Yeah we're really sorry.” Jer says hoping to calm the situation down.

“Yeah really sorry.” He was going to say something sarcastic but saw how traumatized you actually looked.

“It’s okay. I mean it is Halloween. I should have expected something like this from the three of you.”

Charlie walks the rest of the way to you and gives you a hug and kisses you on the head. He feels you calm down and says “You look really cute.”

“Thanks you don’t at all but it’s okay.”

“Hey you said Pick on Charlie day was tomorrow.” You smile before pulling away from Charlie and yell “Hey Owen!”

“Yeah?”

“Charlie just agreed to tomorrow being Pick on Charlie Day!”

“He did? Cmon lets tell everyone!” You run after him back to the cafeteria.

“Wait no I didn’t!!! (Y/N)! OWEN!!” Charlie just shakes his head knowing it wouldn’t do anything.

Later that night everyone got a text saying this:

This is your healthy reminder that 11/1 is now officially Pick on Charlie day! To celebrate, please spend the whole day picking on Charlie Gillespie. I hope you have a wonderful holiday.

Let’s just say when the next year came around, the fans had a field day and Charlie was not a happy camper.

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A/N: oh look another 2 am post! Anyway I hope you liked it!

- Maddie xx

[gaemkyuu]

The Present

Warnings: Mentions of sexual assault/rape, but not overtly descriptive.  A/N: As much as I like writing fluffy pieces or glimpses in time, I really wanted this series to have some sort of progression. A lot of the feelings and emotions that are in this piece was taken from personal experience or the experience of someone close to me. In no way do I claim that all experiences are similar to the one disclosed in this piece of fictional writing. Disclaimer: This is a FICITONAL writing piece on Charlie Gillespie. In no way do I claim or declare that Charlie’s portrayal is accurate to real life. I do however, own Teagan Valencia :)

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The Teagan Valencia Series: The Meeting  / The Fight / The Proposal / The Present / The Recovery / The Future

***Please note that sensitive topics are addressed in the writing and may cause discomfort or trigger readers. If subjects such as non-consensual sexual engagement, rape or sexual assault cause discomfort, please refrain from reading the story.

The Present

“Cut! That’s a wrap on this scene, great job everyone! Let’s break for lunch” Kenny announced to the crew. He smiled at Teagan releasing a big sigh. As awesome as this all was, it could still be tiring!

“You’re doing a great job Kenny. Seriously, I can’t wait for the second season” Teagan gave Kenny a hug from behind his chair.

“I should be giving you a giant hug Teagan!” Kenny stood up from his directing chair, moving his way to Tegan. “Congratulations on your engagement!” He gave her a big bear hug. “Now let me see the ring!” Teagan showed her his hand and he inspected the ring gleefully. Although they had gotten engaged two weeks ago, this was their first week filming and the first time Kenny saw her since the night of the party.

“I told you I had good taste Kenny” Charlie came over and wrapped his arms around my waist, perching his chin on my shoulders.

“Honey, you didn’t pick out the ring, you just picked it up” Teagan joked as Kenny released her hand. Turning to give Charlie a quick playful peck on the lips, Teagan saw the playful smirk kneeing he had a clever come back.

“I’m not talking about the ring, I’m talking about the person” he smirked kissing her back playfully. “Are you joining us for lunch?” His eyes hopeful.

“Well since you can’t leave the set for a birthday lunch, I guess so” she dramatically sighed acting like she was disappointed.

“Hey! I’m taking you out for dinner! Remember? Birthday dinner?” Teagan’s dramatic façade broke and Charlie realized he fell for it. “Sometimes I wonder why you're not the one in front of the camera”.

Charlie kissed her on the cheek and led her to lunch with the rest of the cast. As usual Maddy already had the designated brownie plate that both of them shared from and Savannah was able to join them as she finished in hair and make up. Everyone had a fun time chatting and hanging out at lunch but they had to continue filming. Charlie, Owen and Jeremy had to go get touched up and a new wardrobe on, but he left Teagan in the company of Booboo and Savannah, as Maddy went to go take a nap. 

“Hey Savannah, we are going to need you and Maddi on set soon” the three of them jumped at the sudden interruption from the new Production Assistant. His eyes piercing and intense staring at Teagan. “I’m James the new Production Assistant and you are?”

“I’m Charlie’s fiancé, I’m just visiting him on set today.” Teagan smiled back politely despite feeling uncomfortable under his gaze. She came to understand that this was the new PA that kept coming up in their group chat. It was no secret that a majority of the cast who had interacted with him felt slightly uneasy. Owen had been changing in the wardrobe trailer when he “popped out of nowhere and scared the living shit” out of Owen. Jeremy had been sneaking onto the set to take a nap in Julie’s infamous bed when he found James lurking around in the dim lighting. There were a few other stories that Teagan remembered, but she waved it off as James being misunderstood as he was new to the cast.

“Oh yeah! Sure! I’ll go get Maddi” Savannah stood up quickly getting ready to film.  

“Well ladies, it was a fun lunch, but I’m done on set and need to head over to a photo shoot” Booboo smiled collecting their lunch mess and glancing at his watch. “Which starts in an hour, shit. I better get going. Happy Birthday again Teagan, I wish I could be there tonight!”

“Don’t worry about it Booboo, let’s take a raincheck” Booboo gave her a big hug and waved them goodbye. “Hey I’ll come with you since I���m going to hang out in Charlie’s trailer” she stopped Savannah getting out of her chair too. “As much as I love watching him act, I know he has the Switch in his trailer and I want to play Mario Kart”

Savannah giggled at her friend and the two of them noticed James still standing there. “I’ll go grab Maddi if you want to let Kenny know we are on our way” Savannah smiled at the PA, who simply gave a curt nod, never taking his eyes off of Teagan. The two girls waited until he was no longer in their line of sight before moving towards the trailers. “Between you and me, I heard he’s being let go at the end of the week”

“What? Why?” Savannah looked incredulously at Teagan, shocked at her response. “Okay, I know he’s kinda weird and freaking people out, but what if it’s because he’s new?“

“He was hired last minute because of some pregnancy complications our actual PA Sarah had. She was cleared by the doctor to come and work yesterday, but she won’t be able to be here until the end of the week. We told Kenny we would much rather have her here and not James” Savannah shuddered as she said his name. Teagan didn’t know that he made everyone feel this uncomfortable.

“Who hired him?” She wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt because someone had thought he was a good fit. There must have been some sort of misunderstanding!“

“Netflix kinda threw him in since it was so last minute! He’s from Vancouver, so it made things easier” Savannah shrugged stopping in front of Charlie’s trailer. “Now go relax birthday queen, we’ll come get you in a few hours when we’ve wrapped and we can get ready at my apartment!”. 

Teagan smiled and hugged her friend, entering the trailer shortly after. She was greeted with the familiar scent of pine and cologne, just like Charlie. His trailer was neat, save for the sweater or shirt tossed here or there, and his acoustic guitar propped up against the couch. She opened his fridge pleased to find it stocked with water bottles, knowing well that Charlie mostly drank from his blue hydro flask to reduce the amount of plastic in the environment. After grabbing a bottle, she headed to the couch of the trailer where she plopped down and grabbed his Nintendo switch. She played a couple rounds of Mario Kart, drinking water when she felt a sudden sleepiness descend her. Putting the switch away, she took off her shoes and clothes opting to wear Charlie’s orange hoodie and black sweats for her nap. Glancing at the clock, she realized she had about two hours before they would start wrapping up for the day and thought a little cat nap wouldn’t do any harm. Plus, Savannah knew where she would be in case she didn’t pick up her phone. With that Teagan drifted off to sleep on the couch.

Teagan didn’t expect to wake up on the floor of the trailer with both arms restrained to the leg of the desk. Confused for a moment, she found herself restrained like a hostage in a movie, her hands tied with heavy and thick rope and a cloth restraining her mouth. Looking around, she recognized she was still in Charlie’s trailer and thought this was a cruel joke that her friends were playing on her. To her horror, she realized it wasn’t a prank when she saw James shutting the blinds and locking the trailer. She took a deep breath to scream, but quickly stopped when James noticed that she was awake, unsheathing his pocket knife.

“You're so pretty” he whispered, drawing close so that he was inches away from her face. She watched tensely as his eyes scanned her face with this crazy look in his eyes. “If you scream I will hurt you” he whispered as he untied the cloth muffling her mouth. Teagan was too afraid to say anything as James started to laugh. “You did it James, you got a pretty one” he smacked his head twice dropping the knife by Teagan’s foot. As he paced the trailer muttering to himself, she tried to inch the knife slowly to her with her foot, but this caught her captor’s attention. “Oh no you don’t!” he lunged for the knife as Teagan tried to kick him away, her leg getting nicked in the scuffle.

“Help!” she cried, but was quickly muffled by one hand on her mouth, the other holding the knife pressed up against her throat.

“I told you not to scream!” he yelled at her. Teagan began to cry in fear as she realized the man was mentally unstable and out of control. “Now I don’t trust you!” he gagged her with the cloth that was previously muffling her pulling at her hair in the process. Teagan tensed as he pressed the knife back to her throat. “I’m serious. I will cut you if you scream” he threatened holding her jaw with his free hand, forcing her to look at him. As more tears began to fall from her eyes, he cooed and shushed her hoping that she would stop. “Stop being sad. You aren’t pretty when you’re sad. I can make you happy. Let’s do that!” she trembled as his face lit up as though he had come up with a brilliant idea. He suddenly stood up and smacked his head again, muttering to himself incoherently. Teagan had no idea what to do. If she made a ruckus someone might be able to hear her, but the man in front of her might act on his words. She winced as he bumped the leg that he nicked.

“Did I hurt you? Oh no... Dammit you’ve damaged the merchandise James... You made her ugly! No. no. I can fix it. I can fix it” Teagan watched as he cursed at himself, dropping down to her side, yanking off Charlie’s sweats. The cut wasn’t deep by any means, but it was there and about two inches in length. However, it left Teagan pant less on the floor of the trailer with James staring at her half naked form, hands shaking as he drew nearer to her. Teagan knew what was to come as she struggled against her restraints and he pinned her legs down, approaching parts of her body she only let Charlie touch or see. Tears started to flow freely from her eyes as she protested through her gag, shaking her head no and trying to yell for help. James didn’t care anymore that Teagan had become vocal again, as he was too focused on indulging his own fantasies. Teagan cried out desperately and squeezed her eyes shut, wishing for this whole thing to go away. A banging on the door interrupted both of their thoughts as they froze. James terrified that he had been caught and Teagan hopeful that someone had come to end this. 

“Teags! It’s Owen, open up! You alright in there?” 

Teagan realized this was her only chance to end this and she screamed the loudest Help she could despite being gagged. She was sure Owen wouldn’t be able to make out what she was saying, but the fact that it was a scream would have alerted him to something important. The banging on the door became steady and stronger as if he was trying to break the door down. They could hear him screaming for help and speaking to someone over the phone. Quickly a commotion began to gather outside the trailer and James paled.

“This is all your fault! You stupid bitch! I told you to be quiet” he slapped her hard across the face, a burning sensation residing in her cheek. “You were supposed to be quiet!” he slapped her again on the opposite cheek, but this caused the back of her head to hit the leg of the desk that restrained her hands. A ringing in Teagan’s ears overcame all of her senses and she couldn’t focus on anything else. She felt him roughly cut her restraints and drag her to a standing position, but she couldn’t stand. She felt dizzy and nauseous at the sudden motion as the ringing in her ears started to subside. James held the knife against her throat, his back to the wall waiting for people to break into the trailer.

With a final bang, security was able to bust the door open, two of them filing into the tiny trailer, Owen standing behind them. There was Teagan, a knife being held to her throat, a swollen cheek, her underwear discarded on the floor and the orange hoodie preserving whatever parts of her body that it could. She felt the knife press into her neck as James and the security officers yelled back and forth at one another. She could feel a sharp stinging sensation and warm liquid languidly make its way down her neck. The yelling intensified and so did the pain. Teagan could barely hear Owen’s attempts to comfort her and assure her over the noise. She couldn’t understand what was happening, but James’ body tensed and convulsed, pushing the knife slightly deeper into her for a moment and then collapsing to the floor. In a rush of motion and bodies, the two security officers rushed to James’ shocked body on the floor and Owen rushed to Teagan, quickly untying the pink hoodie that was a part of his costume to help cover her up.

“Teagan! Teagan look at me, are you alright?” Owen’s voice snapped her back to reality as his soft anxious blue eyes searched hers.

“...Owen?” his name came out as a tremble followed by a fresh stream of tears as she lunged into his chest. He caught her and held on to her just as tight as she held onto him. Owen’s heart broke as she held onto him for dear life. He picked her up, never letting her go and moving her out of the trailer as the security guards handled the rest. As Owen exited, the small crowd of castmates and crew that had gathered in the alley gasped at the sight of Owen and Teagan. Savannah rushed over to throw her jacket over her legs to help Owen’s pink hoodie, giving her soft rubs on her back as she sobbed into Owen’s chest.

“Teagan?! Teagan! Oh my god, what the fuck happened?!” Teagan’s face came out of hiding as she heard Charlie’s voice. Their eyes met as Charlie sprinted over to her, pushing people out of the way. Owen quickly handed Teagan to Charlie, both of them crying and Kenny arriving at the scene with Maddi. Sadness befell their faces at the scene, but Kenny quickly took charge and started dispersing the crowds, giving orders to others to help remedy the situation. Teagan sobbed uncontrollably in Charlie’s arms and he offered as much comfort and solace as he could. The paramedics soon arrived and Charlie had no choice but to hand her over to them, but he followed the paramedics to their van with Owen and Savannah in tow.

Along the way, Owen had explained how he had come to find her. It turns out that Owen wasn’t needed for the final shots of the day, so he went to find Teagan before changing. Savannah had mentioned that Teagan had gone to hangout in Charlie’s trailer, so naturally Owen made his way over. He didn’t expect the muffled sounds of desperate screams and cries to intensify as he neared Charlie’s trailer. He knew something was wrong, but the door was locked, and after confirming that she weren’t doing something else, he began to yell for help and try to break the door down. As one team of paramedics checked on Teagan, Kenny asked the other team to check on Owen as he used physical force to break the door down with the security team. Therefore, he wanted to make sure Owen didn’t hurt himself in the adrenaline of it all. The entire time Teagan sat on the stretcher and gurney, covered with a blanket, Charlie held onto her hand tightly. Her tears subsided but everyone could tell she was still shaken. The rest of the cast members who were still on set were escorted to their vehicles and told to return home for the day. Filming had to come to a halt until they were cleared to run again. 

“Mrs. Valencia, I’m going to need you to confirm some details of your assault so we can properly attend to you” the female police officer spoke to Teagan with an apologetic looking female paramedic at her side. “Sir, we are going to have to ask you to let us speak to her privately” 

Charlie kissed her forehead and went to let go of her hand, which Teagan protested.

“No please. He can stay. Please, I need him” her voice initially came out strong and desperate, but fell to a quiet whisper as she finished speaking. The police officer made eye contact with one another and then with Charlie, who returned closer to her side.

“Very well. Mrs. Valencia, did your assailant force any penetration on you?” the police officer got right to the point, staring deeply into Teagan’s eyes. Charlie tensed, preparing himself to hear the answer he didn’t want to hear. Teagan hesitantly shook her head no. “Did he force himself upon you that can be considered sexual assault” she bowed her head, ashamed of what she was admitting, and softly nodded. “I’m sorry Mrs. Valencia, I’m going to need you to tell me a little more than that” the police officer looked at her apologetically, knowing fully that this was a difficult conversation to have. “We need to have a verbal confirmation.”

“It was just his fingers. No kissing or anything more” Teagan whispered, her eyes filling with tears once more. The police officer thanked her and nodded to the paramedic who finished cleaning her cuts and bandaging them up. Charlie held her hand the entire time, rubbing soft circles on her back. After the paramedic was done, she gave the two of them a moment alone.

“I’m so sorry Charlie” Teagan whimpered, crying all over again. She bowed her head in shame and embarrassment, feeling hopeless and defeated.

“Teagan, look at me” and when she refused to lift her head, he placed a finger under her chin to lift it. Teagan looked at his eyes full of determination, anger and conviction. “Don’t you ever apologize for what happened to you.” his voice was stern, unwavering despite the emotions he felt inside. “None of this is your fault. Don’t think for a second that you are responsible in some way shape or form.” His eyes bore an intensity that Teagan only saw when something upset him, in which she couldn’t blame him.

“Do you still love me?” she tried to be strong as she spoke, but her tears got the best of her. Charlie’s eyes suddenly became soft, concerned and worried. She couldn’t bear to look at him as she felt that he may have been disappointed in her.

“Of course I do Teags. Nothing could ever change that.” her tears softly fell down her face as Charlie pulled her in for a tight hug, peppering her with kisses. “I’m so sorry Teags, you must have been so scared” he rubbed her back hoping to provide more comfort and assurance. “I’ll love you no matter what. This doesn’t change anything, Mrs. Gillespie” the last part of his comment made her chuckle through her tears and pull away to look at him. “I can’t promise you and say things are going to be the same from here on out, but I can promise you that I’m not leaving you. Ever.” He had hoped that his eyes conveyed his commitment to her and she confirmed this with a gentle kiss on his lips. Charlie was careful to kiss her back knowing that she was still in pain from the assault.

This was a hurdle that they were going to face together. Teagan knew deep down that this event had caused serious damage and she couldn’t quite come to terms with what happened. However, she knew that Charlie was going to be with her and oddly enough, that was all she needed right now.

[witchy-mel]

Pt.6 of iBerleezy funny/relatable Bully quotes

Episodes 9-10

"[Why is] everybody saying my name- HeY jI- hEy JiMmY! hEy JiMmY!"

"They don't even wanna arrest me. They like circling me on some weird sh*t."

"Yo this city is crazy, bro. Like, Jimmy, you're not even from here that's the crazy part. They treat you like scum, but you're not even from this town. He moved here. Against your will."

"'That new Jimmy boy is so bad. Bad teeth, bad hair, bad smell, bad attitude'- b*tch..."

(one of the bullies tries to blow up Peanut, but bombs himself because he was too close)"DAMN did you just- was that suicide?"

"Smile, stupid ass kid."

"The "track"? You mean like he's a gambler or something. Or like he a PIMP? What do you mean by "track"?"

(After finding the hobo man some pills errand)"Sir, for $15, you could've walked into CVS, got your own pills. That's a doggone shame, but I'm not gon' judge you. I'mMa LeT iT sLiDe."

(one of the bullies throw a stink bomb at a dog)"WHAT DID YOU JUST DO TO THAT DOG?!?!?!!? Aw hell nah. Hell nah."

"This is one of the most pathetic things. Jimmy has had to do. For another man. Besides Kurt Angle(Mr. Burton), besides Kurt Angle. If you have an idea that your girl is cheating on you... and you need proof...just dump her! She shouldn't have you looking for proof, that's not the way that this works."

"So we gotta fight on bikes? What is this? Man, this sh*t corny..."

"Algie didn't even say anything. He was like 'Oh sh*t'. He probably sh*t bricks just now."

"Chad, step on it!"

(harassed by a prefect for not wearing school uniform)"Sir, did you not just see him try to shove me, but you're worried about my clothes? You a pedophile?"

"What? Did they just Jedi mind-trick you what was that? 'Why should I?' 'Uh, 'cause you're the boss' 'That's right, I am the boss. I'm gonna go do it'. What?!"

"Jimmy, I hate that grapple move(the nut grab). Of all the grapple moves you learned you wanna choose that one? For adults? …He said 'I want that grown-' let me stop. He did not say that. I refuse to let it leave his[lips]."

"Hey granmama(Miss Abby)…did she just throw a West Side at me? How you eighty years old, barely can walk, but still banging on me? How you bang on me with a diaper full of booboo, can you imagine that?"

"Stop saying you gon' sit on me. Do not say that in my playthrough. Idk what kinda Jimmy y'all used to, but[it's]not this one."

"Why is all of her stuff in separate rooms? Cause she(Lola) been servicing men in different facilities just going room from room to peni to peni(yes, he said "peni" that is not a spelling mistake...)?"

The end uwu

[bisexualbumblebee-writes]

Live- Owen Joyner x OC

Owen Joyner x Hazel Matthews

Description: Owen and Hazel decide to do a Live Video on Instagram and just hang out with fans. What comes after is one of the cutest things Hazel has ever experienced. 

Word Count: 1.9k

“Is it on yet?” Was the first thing heard when people clicked on the Instagram Live. The screen only had Hazel’s face right in front of it so she took up every corner of the viewer’s phone. She looked confused.

“I genuinely don’t know,” she laughed. “How do I tell?” Owen’s laugh could be heard from somewhere behind her. She moved away from the recording phone to look at Owen as he reached her. He leaned down in front of the phone and examined it. 

“Oh my god, you are terrible with technology,” he laughed out. “It’s been on for like three minutes. See how it says ‘Live’ in the corner?” He pointed at the screen as Hazel examined it. She blushed embarrassedly and nodded. 

“Well, now I know,” she shrugged and walked over to the couch across from the desk that Owen’s phone sat on. Viewers could tell that they were filming the Live today in their home office rather than the living room or kitchen. Owen continued to tease her as he sat beside her. 

“Dude shut up I never do Lives!” She exclaimed as he got settled. “You’re going to expose me.” He laughed in response while she moved her legs so she was now sitting side-saddle. 

“I think you’ve already exposed yourself babe,” he replied with a teasing smile. SHe rolled her eyes and leaned against the arm of the couch. 

“Just tell everyone what we’re doing today, you unbent paper clip.” Owen let out a laugh as he reached just off screen and grabbed something. He set an electronic drum set in front of him then looked at the camera. 

“Today’s a pretty chill day so I kinda just wanted to have a jam sesh, maybe answer some questions,” he trailed off. Hazel reached off to the side and grabbed a guitar, setting it in her lap.

“For anyone wondering, yes this is Charlie’s guitar,” she mumbled as she began tuning it. “He left it here last time he was here and we’re all too lazy to go to each other’s houses to drop it off. Plus it’s so nice so he’s letting me borrow it.” 

“It’s like a custody settlement,” Owen joked, beginning to make a beat. 

“Yeah,” Hazel laughed, glancing at him for a second before continuing to tune the guitar. “Oh my god how does he even play on this? It’s so out of tune,” she grumbled. Owen shook his head amusedly at her then looked at the phone. 

“Why don’t you guys start requesting songs while she fixes her little issue,” he suggested. Instantly the phone started getting multiple messages with song requests. As she finished with her task, Owen wrote down as many requests as he could before more comments flooded in. 

“Alright, we’re ready,” Hazel said, looking over the notebook in Owen’s hands. “What is going on with your handwriting?” She asked, making both of them start laughing. “Can you even read this? It looks like Charlie’s.” Owen lightly pushed her shoulder then looked down at the notebook once more. 

“Yeah see, this one is Sugar by Maroon 5,” he stated, pointing at it. 

“Thank god you can read it because I cannot,” she giggled, making him roll his eyes and make another beat on the drums in front of him. 

They spent the next hour playing the requested songs, including Stacey’s mom, Nothing’s Gonna Stop Us Now, Killer Queen, and even Ripped My Pants from Spongebob. Hazel’s fingers eventually got tired from playing for so long, so they decided it was time for a break to answer questions. After setting their instruments aside, Owen helped her up and they walked over to the desk so they could see the questions coming through the phone. 

“Alright, first question,” Hazel announced. “How do you feel about seeing Alex and Willie/ Owen and Booboo’s chemistry on set?” She read aloud. She looked at Owen, only to see he was already staring at her. She giggled at the sight then looked at her phone again. 

“Honey I know for an absolute fact that if Owen and I weren’t dating, one of us would definitely be going after him,” she answered with another laugh. Owen laughed, but he couldn’t disagree. Instead he just leaned forward and read the next question. 

“Do you ever think about the fact that your characters were literally so young when they died?” He read. Hazel perked up and nodded quickly. 

“Okay first of all yes. I actually have a thing about it,” she said hyperactively and began her rant. “Literally the Phantoms were like sixteen/seventeen when they died. They hadn’t even started their lives yet and they had already ended. And could you imagine how Bobby must have felt waiting for his friends to show up for their show only to get a call saying they were dead? That must have been awful.” 

“Yeah, but look what he ended up doing,” Owen pointed out. 

“That doesn’t matter though!” She exclaimed. “I mean, it does. But like before anything he had to mourn. His bandmates, his best friends, were dead. I can’t even imagine how awful he must have felt. He probably thought that there was something more he could have done, because that’s the natural human reaction. Like, I just know that he probably wished he had been in that alleyway because maybe he could have saved or at least helped them. That brings me to another point: I constantly think about the fact that one of the Phantoms probably died last, which meant he saw the other two die first. Could you imagine how terrifying that must have been? Like, you’re in pain and you look at your friend then come to the realization that he’s dead. And that meant that you were probably next.The terror that you would feel, I can’t even imagine. I’m getting goosebumps just thinking about it,” she finally finished, leaning back in her chair and facing her boyfriend. 

“Wow,” Owen said amusedly. “You’ve put a lot of thought into this.” Hazel blushed shyly and shrugged. 

“I just stay thinking about things like that,” she explained, laughing a little afterwards. “It just lives in my mind rent free.” Owen laughed as well as she looked at the phone, searching for a question to answer between comments.

“Okay uh, will there be a season two?” The couple shrugged in unison after she finished speaking. Hazel noticed a few comments talking about how in sync they are and smiled. 

“What is your favorite scene/song of the season?” Owen asked, leaning back in his chair.

“Oh man, that’s a hard one,” Hazel said, crossing one leg over the other as she thought about her answer. “I would have to say that my favorite song would….probably be Stand Tall,” she finally said. Owen raised his eyebrows at her. 

“Wait really?” 

“Yeah, I love the emotion in it. Like, they assumed that this would be the last time they sang together and so they really put their all into it. You can feel everyone’s bittersweet thoughts about it. Plus it wasn’t too bad seeing you in a suit during the scene.” The boy laughed and rolled his eyes playfully. 

“Okay, and favorite scene?” He inquired. She stayed silent for a minute before speaking again. 

“Probably anything with Caleb. I live for Cheyenne’s energy because he just has a zest for life, and I can appreciate that. I think if I were to be more specific it would be the first time the Phantoms plus the audience meets him. Also dancing with him during ‘Other Side of Hollywood’ was so fun because he was so respectful and sweet about it.” Owen hummed thoughtfully then nodded. 

“I think my favorite song would be Bright,” he mentioned. 

“Really?” Hazel asked, looking at him. “Why?”

“Because it kinda kicks everything off. It was the second song we learned and it’s so fun to play and be a part of,” he explained. “As for my favorite scene, it’d probably be when Luke, Alex and Reggie are messing with Bobby/Trevor at his house in the bathroom. It was funny seeing Steve Bacic having to pretend that he’s haunted by ghosts and we’re not even there.”

“Ooh good choice,” Hazel responded, pulling her knees to her chest as she looked at the phone yet again. 

“Who is your favorite person on set?” She read. 

“Owen,” she answered. 

“Hazel,” Owen spoke at the same time. They looked at each other then shared a laugh. The comments were going crazy, cooing at the couple and saying they were relationship goals. 

“Alright you guys,” Owen said, facing her phone. “I think that’s enough for today. Thanks for tuning in to our little session. We’ll see you guys next time.” Hazel waved and called a goodbye seconds before Owen shut off the Live. 

“You hungry?” Hazel asked, standing from her chair and stretching her arms out. 

“Always,” he responded with a cheeky smile, making her giggle. 

“How does homemade pizza sound?” She asked as she began walking out of the room. 

“Like heaven,” her boyfriend groaned happily. “As long as you don’t put olives on it this time,” he added as he stood and followed her. Hazel rolled her eyes as she entered the kitchen.

“I’ll have you know that olives are a respectable topping on pizza,” she responded, mocking offense. Owen rolled his eyes but said nothing as he headed to the living room while she got to work on their dinner. After putting the pizza in the oven she entered the living room to see Owen smiling at his phone. 

“Hey O, what’s got you so happy?” She questioned, taking a seat beside him on the couch. He didn’t look up as he answered.

“We’re trending on Twitter, you know,” was his only response. She furrowed her brow and looked over his shoulder. Owen hadn’t been kidding. He was on Twitter reading through a page labelled ‘#Hazen’ with ‘#3�� right under it. Most of it was screenshots of their Live video, some were when they were singing and the others were them answering questions. 

“Hey wait, make that one bigger,” she instructed upon a specific tweet catching her eye. Owen did as she said and she leaned closer to it. The caption above the picture said “I need to find someone who looks at me the way Owen looks at Hazel.” The picture itself was of when they were answering questions. Hazel seemed to be talking animatedly, and she recognized it as when she had been answering the question about the Phantoms’ deaths. Then the Owen in the picture caught her eyes. If there was one word that explained the look on his face as he watched Hazel, it would be adoration. A close second would be affectionate. Hazel was surprised. She had been so focused on her rant that she hadn’t even realized how he had been looking at her. 

“How often do you look at me like this?” She asked with a quiet giggle before looking at him. He was already facing her with the exact same look on his face as the picture in question. 

“How many times a day do I see you?” Was his response. Hazel blushed profusely. 

“Oh my god you are so corny!” She exclaimed with a laugh.  Owen couldn’t help but laugh as well and kiss her cheek. 

“I can’t help it!” He responded with the same enthusiasm. “I love you!” Hazel couldn’t fight the smile at his words. 

“I love you too, Owen,” she responded softly, leaning her head on his shoulder as they continued to look through the hashtag.

[theamberwriter]

Not Enough? [Pro!Eijiro Kirishima]

Pairing: Pro Hero!Eijiro Kirishima x Reader

Word Count: 1126

A/N: Here’s the part-time job discovery I was talking about, lol It kinda sucks, but ya know.

~*~

You had felt so bad telling Eijiro you couldn't go to his hero banquet

You wanted to.

And you were going to be there, just not as a guest.

You'd been working at the event hall for about eight months.

You felt bad sitting at home, so you got a job.

Eijiro took extreme pride in being able to take care of you.

It was all he'd wanted to do since you started dating in your second year of school.

This was going to crush him.

You'd told him that you'd already had super important plans for the day of his banquet.

You nearly cried at his deflated face.

He'd really wanted to take you and show you all the cool things he'd done.

He wanted you to be proud of him.

"I'll see you after, and you can tell me all about it," you told him.

He just whimpered out, "yeah."

You had to leave for work at noon.

You had a lot to do.

Food had to be made, chairs and tables had to be set up, dozens of flower arrangements had to be set out, and so much more.

Your venue could barely accommodate the two hundred heroes that would be there.

Around five was when the event started.

You watched, anxiety bubbling, as they all poured in.

"Why aren't you out there?" your manager snapped. "We have to get these trays out."

She was normally kind, but the stress was getting to her.

"My finance is Red Riot - he doesn't know I work here. I told him I couldn't come. - I made a biiigggg booboo."

"I feel for you kid, I do, but we need all hands on deck. No time for him to find out like the present."

You nodded, taking an hors d'oeuvre tray.

You felt sick as you walked through the crowd in your uniform and apron.

A few heroes you knew gave you side glances.

You were safe for about fifteen minutes.

You saw that Eijiro came in late.

It broke your heart how sad he looked.

"What the fuck are you doing here dressed like that?" 

Oh shit...that was Katsuki's voice.

You turned, giving him a nervous grin.

"Uh, hors d'oeuvre, Mr Ground Zero, sir?"

"Excuse me? - What the hell -"

You looked around then grabbed his arm and pulled him to the side

"Please, please, Katsuki - I'm begging you - keep Eijiro away from me. He doesn't know I work here. I blew off his invite -"

Katsuki rolled his eyes, "I know, he damn near cried about it."

Your heart sank. "I'm the worst, I know. But please - this'll break his spirit. He was so proud when he got his first paycheck and we could get the house. And he got to be a homemaker and everything - I'll owe you, just please help me."

"Why don't you just tell him, idiot? It's better coming from you than hearing it from any of these gossiping extras."

"You're right I should, but I just -"

Another hero stood to the side of you, "Ground Zero, you're needed."

Katsuki groaned. "Whatever. - And you. You better tell shitty hair."

You watched Katsuki sink into the crowd.

You were in deep shit.

You pushed through the crowd for another half hour, offering up your tray of food.

When it was empty, you ran back to the kitchen.

Little did you know, you were being followed.

You were chatting with your fellows about what was coming next when you heard a painfully familiar voice.

"[Name]? What're you doing here? I thought you said you couldn't come?"

The entire kitchen sank into a low murmur, what was a hero doing back here? And how did he know you?

You turned to find Eijiro looking heartbreakingly amazing in a tailored, three-piece suit.

His eyes were heavy and sad. Then they took in your attire.

"Eijiro, I can explain -" you took a step forward.

"You work here?" 

You nodded solemnly.

"Am I not doing good enough?" his voice cracked. "A-Am I not doing my job as your fiance right? I don't understand -"

"Babe, no, it's not like that - Eiji, wait!"

Eijiro fled from the kitchen, and you couldn't help the tears that flooded your cheeks.

You started to go after him when someone caught your arm.

You were not pleased to see the person you hated working with most clinging to your elbow.

"Where are you going? You have a job to do -"

You yanked your arm out of their grip. "Fuck you. I quit. Tell the boss I'm sorry. - I gotta go save my marriage."

You tore off the apron and branded polo, leaving you in khakis and a plain black undershirt.

You ran out, shoving through the crowd

"Fucking told you!" Katsuki yelled as you pushed passed him. You quickly flicked him off.

Finally, you stumbled out the front doors and down the steps

Eijiro was slouched down on the bottom step.

Quietly, you went to sit by him

"Eiji -" you started.

He wiped at his face. "Why didn't you tell me?"

You shrugged, looking away from him. "I knew you'd be upset."

"So then why -"

You sighed, glancing up at him then down at the ugly, non-slip shoes they made you wear. "I felt bad sitting at home all the time. While you were off risking everything. I felt like I was mooching... So I wanted to do something to contribute to the household."

"I like taking care of you. That's all I've wanted to do," he insisted. "I'm your fiance. That's my job as a man. To take care of people I love. And I love you."

You shook your head. "I don't deserve to be taken care of by someone as amazing as you."

He put an arm around you, pulling you close to his side. You relaxed into him.

"You deserve the world, and I want to give it to you. I'm definitely not manly enough to deserve someone as incredible as you as my spouse forever."

"Trust me, you're plenty 'man,'" you chuckled. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you I had a job."

"I'm sorry I made a big deal out of it. You gotta talk to me about the stuff you’re feeling, knucklehead." Eijiro ruffled your hair. Then kissed your head.

"I will," you uttered. "I promise."

"I should let you get back at it then, uh?"

"Actually...I informally quit, ssooo…"

“You didn’t have to do that.”

You put a hand on his knee. "I wanted to, though. The people I work with are mostly assholes, anyway."

Eijiro grinned. "Then let's get you some clothes and we can go watch the ceremony."

Not too long after, you and he walked hand in hand back into the venue. Both dressed nicely now.

[calpalirwin]

Kiss it Better

Summary: Ashton isn’t nearly as tough as he looks.

A/N: This picture… ugh… it does things.

Word Count: ~600

And away, and away we go!

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“Seriously?” I muttered, digging through the first aid kit for bandaids and only finding large ones. I looked at my hands, examining the cuts on my fingers closely, before grabbing two of the bandaids out of the box. “Who the fuck needs bandaids this big anyway?” I grumbled as I wrapped one around my pinky on one hand, and on the index finger of my other hand.

I took one last look in the mirror, taking notice of the small scratch on my forehead. Not nearly as fucked as my fingers, but it was still the last time I ask Luke for help putting together my drum kit. I gave my hair one more pass through with my hands before grabbing my sunglasses, pushing them on my face and bounding down the stairs.

“God damn…” she choked on her sip of water when I found her in the kitchen.

“What?” I grinned.

“N-nothing…” She shook her head as she walked over to me. “You just look really good. In like a rugged way. Like fight off the bad guys, or something.”

I laughed, raising my fists and giving my hardest stare. “How’s this?”

“My hero,” she crooned dramatically before stretching up on her toes to kiss at the scratch on my head. She grabbed my hands in hers, placing gentle kisses on my bandaged fingers.

“Babe…” I whined, pulling back. “I’m supposed to be tough, remember? Can’t have you kissing my booboos like I’m some baby…”

“Aw,” she giggled, kissing my fingers more. “You don’t want me to kiss your owies better?”

“Owies?” I snorted. “C’mon, baby, I’m a grown man. They’re booboos.”

“Well, did the drum kit you lose to at least say sorry, or do I need to talk with its mother?”

“Hey! You try putting together that bloody contraption with Luke for help.”

“That ‘bloody contraption’ is your livelihood, my love. But hey, you got it done, and that’s what matters. Now, c’mon tough guy.” She gave the scrap on my forehead one last kiss, but when she pulled away, I pulled her back, holding her head in my hands. “Ash?” she asked, her eyes peering up at me. “Can we go now? I’m starving.”

“Kiss me again,” I said.

Her lips brushed against my forehead and my eyes fluttered shut. “Mmm, and my fingers?” I directed, moving my hands towards her lips.

“That better?” she murmured as her lips moved over my fingers.

I shook my head. “Nah, my lips kinda hurt, too. Think I mighta smacked myself in the mouth on accident.”

“Is that so?” she asked with a small laugh.

“Mhm,” I whimpered, opening my eyes to look at her. “Please, baby? They really hurt…”

Her giggle was soft as she kissed my lips, purposefully being as gentle as possible. “Anything else hurt, my love?”

“If you keep kissing me better, I’m sure I could think of a few things,” I smirked.

“Only if you kiss my booboos, too.”

I frowned, my hands roaming her body, feeling for any cuts and bumps, looking over her carefully for any bruises. “Did you get hurt? Where? What happened?”

“Well…” she paused, tapping at her chin in thought. “I was feeling just fine, and then you came downstairs and all of a sudden, like right in between my thighs hurt.” She grabbed my hand to press it against her core. “Like right there. It just aches.”

I felt my smirk come back as I pulled her in for a kiss, feeling a new “pain” of my own straining against the fabric of my jeans. “Fuck, I love you,” I growled, hoisting her up in my arms.

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Distrust  -  Ten (Final/Epilogue)

Pairing: Past!Steve Rogers X Reader, Bucky Barnes X Reader

Summary: After Bucky gets ‘taken’ on a mission gone wrong, Steve blames you for it, casting you out. HYDRA takes advantage of your vulnerable state and is quick to capture you, the team knowing nothing of anything that’s happened.

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Language, Abortion talk, Fluff, Injuries, Angst, FLUFF

Word Count: 4.1K

A/n: All done y’all. God, I'm kinda upset that this series is over! Here you go, the final instalment of Distrust.

Edited Poorly Series Masterlist Masterlist

~*~

“You’ll be back soon, right? It’s not gonna be a hard mission or anything?” Bucky smiles down at you, cupping your cheeks in his large hands.

“Of course. It shouldn’t be more than two days, tops. Then I’ll be back home with you.” You smile and press yourself up onto your toes, kissing his lips gingerly.

“Ew! That’s gross!” 

You pull away with a giggle and look over your shoulder to where your four-year-old daughter stands with her arms crossed over her chest.

“Really? You think it’s gross when I kiss mommy?” Charlotte nods and runs over to the two of you.

“Daddy’s going again?” She asks, hugging your legs and looking up at the two of you. “Only for two days. But that’s gonna be the last time for a while.” She smiles brightly, brown eyes sparkling.

“I’ll miss you this much!” She spreads her arms as wide as she can and your heart warms.

“Really?! That much? Wow, I must be important for you to miss me that much.” She nods vigorously, squealing as he scoops her up in his arms and tosses her into the air once then tickles her sides.

“Daddy! Daddy sto-o-o-op!” You smile lovingly at the pair, not bothering to look away when Bucky catches your gaze.

“I gotta get going, sweetheart. I promise when I get back I’ll take you and mommy out for ice cream.” She gasps and hugs him tightly.

He wraps one arm around her back then wraps the other around you, pulling you into a hug with him. “I love you, (Y/n).” You smile and kiss his lips gently, “I love you, Bucky.”

He pulls away reluctantly and sets Charlotte on her feet. “Okay ladies, I’ll see you on Friday. I’ll call or video chat tonight. Tell me what happens at your doctor's appointment tomorrow, okay?” You squeeze his hand and smile.

“Of course. Now go, before Nat takes your head off.” He chuckles and kisses your cheek once then hurried out the door.

“Hey, mommy? Can we watch movies and eat Chinese food? The kind that daddy doesn’t like?” You smooth down her raven hair and nod. “Of course. What do you wanna watch?” She shrugs, running over to the couch and plopping down in Bucky’s usual spot.

You sit down next to her and put the TV on while grabbing your phone, letting Lottie pick a movie as you order food.

~

“Mommy?” Charlotte asks as the two of you lie down in the bed you and Bucky share.

“Yes, Lottie?” She puts her thumb in her mouth, a nervous tick she has.

“Why didn't my bio...biological mommy want me?” You hug her tightly to your body and kiss the tip of her head. “I bet she did, she was probably just scared. But she wanted you. And because she gave you up, you’re here with your daddy and I. Out of all those kids, we picked you because we knew you were the one we wanted. You’re our Charlotte and we love you with all of our hearts. We wouldn’t ever want a different little girl.”

She sniffles and clings to you tightly. “I’m glad you’re my mommy.” You feel a wave of pride wash through you and you kiss the crown of her head.

“I’m glad I’m your mommy too.”

You remember when you and Bucky decided to adopt her. A year into your serious relationship, a year and a half into your outpatient recovery. You decided together that you were ready for this. And it was one of the best decisions of your life.

~

“Well, (Y/n). You’re in excellent health.” You smile at Doctor Cho, eyes flashing over to where Lottie is colouring absentmindedly at the desk.

“I’m just gonna check your blood, routine and everything.” You nod, closing your eyes for a moment.

“Are you still sick, mommy?” You look at Lottie and smile. “Not super sick, baby. Mommy’s tummy just hurts a little bit.” Doctor Cho looks up at you. “You’re sick?” You shrug, scratching your arm nervously.

“I threw up last night and this morning. Pretty sure it’s just the Chinese food from last night. Bucky’s always telling us we should eat less of it.” She purses her lips and nods, looking back at her computer as she waits for the results of your blood test.

“Daddy comes home tomorrow!” Lottie exclaims, suddenly remembering.

“Yes, he does. And we’re gonna celebrate and be happy and eat ice cream and drink smoothies and eat pancakes and waffles for dinner!” She giggles, “breakfast for dinner? That’s silly!” You smile at her as she resumes colouring.

“(Y/n)... Your blood test is different than expected. And I think I know the reason for your sickness.” Your stomach drops. You have an idea of what she’s gonna say, and that idea terrifies you.

“No. I... I can’t be. There... the damage to my uterus was too extensive, wasn’t it?” She shakes her head and grabs a paper from your file.

“Your uterus healed mostly. Permitting you to potentially have children. And from the looks of things... you’re-” “don’t say it.” She looks down solemnly.

“But it’s the truth. You can decide what you’d like to do with it and let me know. If you want to abort, I’ll have it done promptly. But I’d advise discussing it with Mister Barnes first. Just think about it for a moment, alright?” You nod hesitantly, your stomach churning.

“Here’s your results. If you’d like another scan or an ultrasound, we can have that arranged. But wait until James is home to make a decision because I want someone with you if you decide you don’t want to keep it.” You nod again and stand up, taking the file from her and grabbing Lottie’s hand.

“Drive safely, (Y/n). And please, consider everything.” You nod for a third time then walk out of the office with Lottie at your side, wide-eyed and oblivious to the life-changing news you’ve just received.

~

“Hello?” Bucky waits for an answer.

“Daddy? It… It’s mommy. She’s... she’s crying in the bathroom. She’s been in there f-for a long time and I-I’m scared.” Bucky jumps up and starts quickly packing his things.

“Okay, Lottie. I want you to call Uncle Tony. I’ll be home in a few hours and then I’ll help mommy, okay?” “Okay, daddy. Is-is mommy okay?” Bucky tosses his bag over his shoulder and looks at Nat and Clint.

“Yes baby, I’m sure mom’s fine. But call uncle Tony just to be sure. I gotta go now bay. Call me if anything else happens okay?” She sniffles and her voice wavers, “okay daddy.”

He hangs up and rushes to the door of the motel. “Is (Y/n) okay?” Nat asks. Bucky takes a deep breath and bites his bottom lip. “I fucking hope so.”

~

You hold your legs to your chest and cry softly into your knees, unsure what to do as you stare at the positive pregnancy test.

“(Y/n)? You in here?” The door opens and Tony walks in, Bucky a few steps behind him.

“I-I...” you trail off as Bucky drops to his knees beside you, carefully pulling you into his chest.

“What is it?” You look up at him with teary eyes. “I’m pregnant.”

The entire room stops as you whisper the dreaded words out loud.

“Oh god.. (Y/n)...” Bucky kisses the top of your head and Tony rubs his eyes, unsure what to do.

“Mommy? A-are you okay?” Lottie asks from the doorway.

“Lottie, your mommy-” you cut Tony off, “c’mere baby. Mommy just needs a hug. She’s got a booboo and just wants hugs from you and daddy.” Lottie runs into the room and jumps into your arms, hugging you tightly. Bucky rocks the three of you back and forth slowly, calming you down and easing your anxiety.

~

“Have a good day at daycare, baby! Uncle Tony is gonna pick you up and bring you to the park after too!” Lottie smiles and grabs Tony’s hand, letting him pull her to his sports car.

When they drive away, you turn to Bucky, your hands shaking wildly.

“So... you’re pregnant.” You nod hesitantly. His arms wrap around your frame and he kisses the top of your head.

“If you don’t want to keep it, you don’t have to. I know... how hard it’ll be for you. I know how hard... it was. So if you don’t want to keep it... if you can’t keep it... I’ll support you. The decision is entirely up to you and nothing will change that. It’s your body, so it’s your choice.”

Tears stream down your cheeks and you hug him tightly.

“A part of me... a part of me wants this baby. But I know how hard the pregnancy will be on my body. I know how hard it’ll be on my mind and stuff. So, I don’t know if I can do it. I kinda want to, but I’m not sure if I can handle it.”

He kisses your temple and then your cheek. “Think it over. Just know I’ll be here for you through every single decision you make.”

You pull out of his embrace and bite your bottom lip, thinking about what to do.

“Well... I mean I’m sure Doctor Cho could help me with any complications... but I don’t even know... nine months? God, I promised myself I would never have kids after Sarah. I...” Bucky takes your hands in his and kisses each finger gently.

“You have Lottie. We have Lottie. If you don’t want to have this baby then don’t. If we really want another kid, we can adopt another one. I don’t want you to strain your recovery, your body, or your emotions for a baby that you don’t want.” You sniffle and look up into his eyes.

“He’s affecting me, even now,” you whisper. He kisses your cheek then rests his forehead against yours.

“The decision is yours. I’m not going to tell you what to do or what not to do because this is totally and one hundred percent up to you.”

You take a deep breath in and nod. “Sarah... was my first daughter. My first child. And she’ll never be forgotten by me. I’ll always remember her. But she was a child meant for a different woman and a different man. The old me and Steve. I can’t help but wonder what it would be like to have a baby for you. With you. I mean, Lottie could use a sister or brother... but fuck. I just don't know!”

He holds your hands in his again and silences you with a kiss. “No one's saying you have to choose now. Give it a week. When you have your answer we’ll go talk to Doctor Cho about it. Risks for aborting and risks for keeping it. Because all I want is for you to be happy and healthy. With or without a baby. Now, go get dressed up. I’m gonna take you out on a date.” Your worries get pushed aside and you kiss his lips softly.

~

“I want Lottie to have a sibling. She’d love to have a younger brother or sister and I’m not totally against raising another child. In fact, I think it would be good for all of us. It’s something I want. But... I just don’t know if I can have the baby. I feel like... it’s almost a betrayal to Sarah.” Bucky nods, understanding where you’re coming from.

He mulls over your words while walking with you hand-in-hand to the park where Tony is watching Lottie.

“You’re not the same woman as you were when you were pregnant with Sarah. You’re not the same woman who couldn’t see a future for herself. Sarah won’t be forgotten. We’ll always remember her and, regardless of how many years go by. Nothing will ever change that.”

You lean against him as you get to the park, watching Lottie play tag with a few other kids.

“She wants a brother or a sister. How would she react if I got pregnant instead of adopting another one? Would she be upset?” You wonder aloud. Bucky shakes his head and wraps his arms around your waist.

“She’s been talking about having a younger brother or sister on the rides to daycare. She’s seen pregnant women before and knows that that’s where a baby grows. I think she’ll be good. She’s so sweet and kind, I’m sure she’ll be happy.” You nod along with his words, pursing your lips for a moment.

“I wanna meet with an Ob-Gyn and Doctor Cho. Find out about how many complications there might be with either the pregnancy or abortion. I don’t want to go into either blind with no information. Then I think I’ll be ready to make my decision.” He kisses your temple then takes your hand again, walking with you over to where Tony is sitting on a bench, watching his goddaughter closely.

~

The door closes with a soft ‘click’ and Bucky and Charlotte perk up from where they sit on the couch.

“Hi, mommy!” Lottie exclaims, jumping up and running to you. You scoop her up in your arms and kiss her cheeks. “Hi, baby! How was your day with daddy?” She smiles brightly, “amazing mommy! We went to the zoo! And I felt animals! And then we had chicken nuggets!” You raise your eyebrows and walk with her into the living room.

“We had a fun day together. After lunch we came home and watched Lilo and Stitch and coloured some pictures,” Bucky says, standing up and kissing your lips gently.

“How were the appointments?” He asks after a moment, helping you to sit down. You keep Lottie on your lap and gently comb your fingers through your hair.

“I’ll have to be monitored carefully. And Doctor Cho has recommended a few midwives and nurses to be with me at all times. My uterus is stable enough to support a fetus and my body is healed enough to carry one to term. She wants me to be on a stricter diet and have bi-weekly visits with her or Doctor Richards. My Gynecologist.”

His eyes widen as he takes this all in.

“Wait... you’re...?” You smile softly at him.

“Just at the borderline of abortion time. And... we’re keeping it. I think I knew I was going to keep it all along.” He hugs you tightly, laughing as Lottie squeals. “Daddy you’re squishing me!”

The two of you break apart and he looks at you lovingly.

“Thank you. Thank you so much.” You bite your bottom lip and take a deep breath. “It won’t be easy. I’ll probably be hospitalized for a while. Doctor Cho thinks I might go into early labour too. But they think that we’ll have a healthy baby.”

Lottie pushes your hands away from her head and turns to you with wide eyes. “You’re having a baby? When? Where? A boy?” You laugh and kiss the tip of her nose. “We’re planning on having one. But they won’t be here for nine more months. By that time you’ll be starting kindergarten. And we don’t know if you’ll have a younger brother or sister. But we do know that you’ll be the best big sister in the world.”

She smiles proudly. “I can’t wait to be a big sister!” You kiss her cheek then rest your chin on her head. “I’m so happy, doll. So happy. Thank you for doing this. For letting us have this chance.”

~ Six months later

“Bye Lottie! Have a good day at school!”

She stops before running to the bus and turns back around, running to you and kissing your tummy. “Bye!”

She runs back to the bus and you watch with a smile as she climbs onto the bus and sits beside her friend.

As you walk back into the house, two hands are gently placing themselves on your large stomach.

“Two of my three favourite people. How’s baby doing today?” Your fiancé asks with a smile.

“We’re doing good. Kinda antsy. We hit exactly thirty-three weeks today. Two more months and the newest addition to our family will be here,” you muse. He kisses your cheek then your stomach.

“The team took my... retirement well. Tony says he’s got a more paperwork-based position for me.” You smile at that and rub your belly. “That’s good. How’s everyone doing?” He grabs two cups out of the cupboard and places them onto the counter.

“Good. They’re all really happy for us. Found out through Tony, cause God knows he can’t keep his mouth shut to save his life.” You giggle and shake your head, knowing Bucky’s beyond right.

“Well, they were bound to find out at some point.” Bucky nods. “Steve’s real happy for you. Probably the happiest.” You raise your eyebrows at this but otherwise disregard the comment.

“Now, how about some fresh organic fruit juice to help in the development of our baby?” You groan and shoot him a pointed look. “You’ve gotta stop reading those parenting books!” He simply chuckles and pushes a glass of juice towards you.

Just as you lift the glass to take a sip, a sharp pain rips through your abdomen. You drop the glass and it shatters on the floor, its contents spilling everywhere.

You double over, holding your stomach with one hand and bracing yourself on the ground with the other. “(Y/n)? What’s happening?” He’s by your side in an instant, lifting your hand out of the broken glass and supporting your weight.

“It hurts!” You cry, holding onto your stomach and groaning in pain.

“I’m gonna call an ambulance, just breathe, okay?” You nod and take shallow breaths, then deep ones, trying to remember what the midwife said to do in this situation.

“Ambulance is on its way. Are-” “I’m scared!” You exclaim, grabbing his hands and ignoring the pieces of glass embedding in your flesh. “It’s okay. You’re okay.” You shake your head, tears streaming down your cheeks.

“Bucky it hurts so much! I’m so scared.” He holds your hands and quickly inspects you, his gaze zeroing in on your sweatpants. There’s a dark stain between the legs, trailing down, making the grey fabric an eery black-ish grey.

“Honey... Please don’t panic.” Your eyes widen and you follow his gaze, a strangled choke leaving you. “No! Wh-why’s there so much blood?! Bucky!” He strokes your hand gently. “It’s okay. You’re okay. The baby’s okay.” You shake your head, tears flying. “Why is there so much blood?!” You gasp as another wave of pain attacks your abdomen.

You open your eyes as you feel hands on you, not remembering closing them.

“The paramedics are here. They’re gonna take us to the hospital. Tony’s gonna be picking Lottie up from school soon too. You’ll be alright.”

You’re lifted onto a stretcher, and you make the mistake of looking back. There’s a puddle of blood where you were standing.

“Is my baby okay?” You ask the paramedic by your head. She looks down at you, her lips pressed together in a tight line.

“We’ll find out in a moment.”

And then you’re in the ambulance, people hovering over you.

“She’s losing a lot of blood!” The voices seem distant.

“(Y/n)? Can you hear me?” Your eyes find Bucky’s and you nod as an oxygen mask gets placed over your face.

“You’ll be okay. I swear.” You squeeze your eyes shut as another bought of pain overtakes you.

“I think it’s the placenta! Placental abruption. Have them ready with an OR and as many people from the maternal-fetal and Ob-Gyn wings as possible.”

Your eyes start rolling and everything gets blurry.

“(Y/n)?!”

“She’s going into shock!”

The last thing you think before everything goes dark is

‘I’m going to lose my baby. Again.’

~

~ beep

~ beep

~ beep

~ beep

You want that fucking noise to stop.

Wait, no you don’t.

You peel your eyes open and blink a few times, not expecting the yellowish dim lights to be pouring in.

“(Y/n)?” You look over to your right, eyebrows furrowing.

“What happened? Where... where am I? Where are we?” He holds your hand and you wince as something tugs. A glance down shows you that it’s an IV.

You must be in a hospital.

“We’re in the hospital. You were in a lot of pain and... there was a lot of blood. You passed out from blood loss and shock in the ambulance.”

Your free hand instinctively moves to your stomach and you whimper. You’re significantly smaller than before coming here.

“Where... is...” He opens his mouth to reply but the door opening cuts him off.

“Good, you’re awake. You gave us quite a scare for a while. I’m Doctor Fletcher. You... wow. We’re all so proud of you for pulling through. I’m going to check your vitals and tell you what happened, okay?” You only nod.

“Well, your placenta had ruptured a bit. We don’t know the exact cause, but we do know that that led to a small tear in your uterus. From there it started to rupture and there were some... complications.”

You take a few deep breaths then look up at him.

“Where’s my baby?”

“Miss (Y/l/n), I know some of what you’ve been through in the past. Your troubles with birth and pregnancy. And... I'm very pleased to tell you that you have a healthy baby boy resting in the NICU.”

A sob bubbles out of you and you cover your face with your hands.

“He’s okay! He’s a boy!” Bucky wraps his arm around you and squeezes. “We have a son.” You bury your face in his chest and cry softly, so relieved and overjoyed.

“Yes, you do. And in a few hours, you’ll be okay to go see him. But you'll need to be wheeled there. And you’ll have to be with a nurse.” You nod, eager to see your son.

“Lottie and Tony are here. Lottie wasn’t told about your condition or her new little brother. But she knows that you’re okay.” You nod slowly and take a few deep breaths.

“I had a baby. And he’s okay.” Bucky nods, a tear-filled smile on his face.

“Yes, you did. And you did so well!” You smile and wipe your nose.

“Can Lottie come in? I wanna see my baby girl.” The doctor nods and writes something down on his clipboard, then opens the door and peaks out into the hallway.

Your daughter comes running into the room, tears filling her eyes as she sees you.

“Mommy?” You smile at her and pat the spot next to you. “Come here, Lottie.” She carefully gets on the bed next to you and hugs you as gently as she can.

“Are you okay?” She asks, her bottom lip wobbling.

“Yes, Baby. I’m okay. I promise.” She kisses your cheek then looks down to your stomach. “Where’s the baby? is it still in here?” She touches your stomach and frowns.

“No baby. But if you want, we can take you to him.” Her face lights up. “I have a baby brother?” You nod with a smile. “What's his name?” You and Bucky exchange glances.

“We haven’t picked one yet, but you can help us choose. In a few hours, a nurse is gonna come and bring us to see your brother. And then we can pick a name.” She smiles excitedly and leans her head against your chest, sighing deeply and lying down with you.

“I was scared for you, mommy. But daddy and Uncle Tony told me not to worry cause nothing bad would happen to you.”

You kiss the top of her head and look over at Bucky.

“They’re right.”

~

You can hardly sit still as Bucky wheels you to the NICU. Lottie is no better.

“Okay, your son is right over here.” The nurse leads you to his little incubator and your heart fills with adoration.

“He’s so small,” Lottie whispers. You nod and put your hand into the incubator, smoothing his hair away from his little pink face.

“He’s so soft,” you whisper. Bucky stands behind the two of you, staring at his son in absolute awe.

“I love him so much already,” he says softly. A tear slides down your cheek and you put your hand on his chest, rubbing his soft skin.

“He should be out of here in a week. Make sure you bring him back for his vaccinations. Avoid going into super public areas until he’s been vaccinated and make sure you check him for anything abnormal.” You nod at the nurse and stare lovingly at your son.

“What should we name him?” You ask. Lottie looks up at you with big eyes. “Can we name him Gabriel? Gabe for short.” You smile and look over at Bucky.

“I think that’s a perfect name. Welcome to the family, Gabriel.”

~

Fin.

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The Ex - Jason Todd x Single !Mom reader part 3/5

Hi, my name’s Ella’, and I’m here to fuck up absolutely perfect families. Hope you’ll like this new chapter of Jay x Single!Mom, I think there’ll be only one more part after this, and um...yup, hope you’ll like it ! : 

FINISHED SERIES : PART 1, PART 2, PART 4, PART 5 NEWLY ADDED EPILOGUE : PART 1/3

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“Hey (Y/N).”

He dares to say, a wrapped package in one hand, and flowers in the other.

“…Jess ?”

You whisper, not quite believing your eyes.

Jess. Him. How ? After all this years, why ?

Jess. Him. Viggo’s father.

You don’t think. As soon as the information of who this is finally reaches your brain, and the shock passes, you walk straight to him. 

Jason, who knows who “Jess” is, looks at you with a pained look as you rush to your ex, as if you’re about to give him a hug.

And Jess ? Oh Jess. He has an infuriating smile on his face, the kind that means “I’m gonna get exactly what I want and I know it”, and he opens his arms as if you’re about to give him a hug.

Only you don’t. 

Oh no. On the contrary. Years of pent up feelings and resentment against him explode inside you, and as you reach him...You punch him right in the jaw with all your might. 

Everyone gasps. Jess grunts in pain. You grab your fist and swear because fuck punching people actually hurts ! Viggo, who went to stand next to Jason, lets out a laugh, apparently delighted that you just hit his father. 

Your boy knew about who his dad was. 

You kept ONE picture of him to show him what he looked like (and Viggo was very happy to see that he looked NOTHING like his father, but resembled you a lot), because you knew the importance of knowing your own identity. Knowing where you came from. Even if it meant knowing that your father was a total fuck up, at least...you knew. 

Viggo knew that he left. Right before his birth. 

He knew everything you knew, in fact. Because you never refused to answer his questions. You thought he had every rights to know about the man who abandoned him. At the same time, you tried to not be biased and give your son only the truth, the facts. 

You never spoke ill of his father. 

You always said you and him got along very well, and that you really were in love with him. You even talked about the good times you had with Jess, after all, you two dated for years before you got engaged and you got pregnant...You never spoke ill of his father, but you stated the facts. 

Jess left. There was no beating around the bushes. Viggo deserved to know the truth, and you weren’t about to make up some lie about his dad having to leave for some reasons. No. He left, of his own accord, just like that. 

Even if at the time you were in love, and even if he was always sweet and nice to you...he ultimately broke your heart by leaving. By not even having the courage to face you to tell you so, only writing a note saying everything was “too much”.  

Jess left Gotham city the day his son was supposed to be born. A few months before you were supposed to get married. That was a fact. And maybe he used to be a nice guy, and you used to be in love with him and all of that...but in the end, he still left. 

And though when he was younger Viggo couldn’t quite understand what everything meant, and why his daddy decided to not even see him, wondering if he did anything wrong...Now, at the very wise age of eight, he figured things out. After all, he was quite a smart kid.

Actually, Jason coming in yours and his life helped him understand. It had been just a little bit over six months since you started to date Jay, but it was everything Viggo needed to finally get it. 

Jess wasn’t his father. 

A father doesn’t leave his kid because he suddenly freaked out about becoming a dad ! A father doesn’t abandon his family, just leaving a short note, not even facing them ! A father, a real one, doesn’t run away at the first sign of trouble ! A father takes care of his kid, no matter what. 

To Viggo, the concept of a “dad” was kind of a foreign one. He saw dads on TV, in some of his favorite shows and such. He saw his friends’ dads. But...it was always just a theory to him. 

Dads were suppose to be there, to play catch with their sons, to help them do their homework, to kiss their booboo and read them bed times stories...But his dad wasn’t there. And you had to fill in and do everything. 

Viggo never thought it was a bad thing, not having a dad. Because you, his beloved mom, were absolutely the best !! 

But then. Then Jason came in the picture. And suddenly...Suddenly Viggo understood that having a dad was also awesome ! 

Your son knew since the beginning, since Jason took care of him when he was sick, that night you were suppose to have your first date, that Jason was definitely “real father material”. He instinctively took care of him, even though he didn’t even know him that much ! 

And though he was yet too shy and unsure about really calling him that, although he was still kind of afraid Jason would freak out if he did...Viggo realized, as his biological father dared to barge in today, that in his heart, Jason already became kind of his dad. 

Not that Jess guy. 

Not the one who abandoned him and left his mom in a deep struggle all those years ago ! But the one who didn’t actually “have to” stay and yet spend a night taking care of a sick kid he barely knew, and eating nacho chips and guacamole on the floor of a small living room as a first date. The one who didn’t have to stay, and didn’t run away at the first sign of trouble. 

And so, seeing you punch Jess’ goddamn lights out was highly satisfying, for the little boy. He knew violence wasn’t a good answer, but honestly, in this instance ? He didn’t care. Because he too, was mad at his “father” for never even wanting to know him. For never taking news about him, and suddenly reappearing right now, as if nothing ! 

The flowers and the wrapped object Jess was holding went flying in the air before falling on the ground with a loud noise. 

“How dare you ?! How dare you come back ? Today, on his birthday at that ?! Who do you think you are ?” 

You scream at him, holding your painful fist in your uninjured hand. Fuming. Viggo has never seen you that angry before. It’s kind of scary. Without thinking about it, the boy grabs Jason’s hand. For comfort. And Jason ? He squeezes back, reassuring Viggo immediately. 

Your ex straightens back up, and massages his jaw. it’s definitely gonna bruise. Damn, you had a mean right hook ! He looks at you, eyes narrowing a bit, and his next words make your blood boil : 

“Who do I think I am ? I’m his dad, that’s who I am.” 

Jess quickly realizes his poor word choice as your eyes turn a couple shades darker and you grab him by the shoulder...To violently bring him towards you and headbutt the hell out of him. 

He joins the flowers and gift he brought with him, on the floor, as you take a few unsure step backward. Ok, well headbutting someone also hurts. You see stars for a few seconds when...Jason. Of course. 

Jason is by your side now. And Viggo is too (you don’t see him, but he harbors a rather satisfied smile, as he sees his father shaking his head, down on the floor, trying to regain his senses after you basically beat the heck out of him). 

Your boyfriend lays a supportive hand on your lower back, and you kinda fall against him as your head spins a bit...It only takes a few seconds for you to get back to normal, but you stay against him. You feel as if he’s lending you his strength, and oh god you need it right now. It’s pretty incredible really, how he manages to soothe you in such a situation.

Jess gets back up once more, and, keeping his distance with you this time, says : 

“Ok. I’m sorry. I’m aware I just...I...I’m an asshole, ok ? I know. I shouldn’t have left. And I’m sorry I just assumed right now...I know I have no rights after what I did. I know I fucked up. I came here today to try and...fix things ok ? Glue the pieces back together. My sister just got a kid. And I went to see her in the hospital, and when I held my nephew it...Well it just reminded me that I...that I...That I screwed up. Big time. And so here I am. I know I should’ve called, I’m sorry. But I thought coming back on his birthday would...I don’t know, be nice.” 

“You thought wrong.”

You say, your voice cold and harsh. Not an ounce of forgiveness in your tone. Tt. What was he thinking ? That because he suddenly realized he was an ass, you’d forgive him that fast ? That you’d forget YEARS of trying to make ends meet ? Of working multiple jobs just to feed your kid ? That you’d forget how much he broke you, when he left you ? Not even saying where he was going ? Or why, exactly, he was leaving, except that it was “too much” ? 

Damn right he was wrong. 

“Listen (Y/N), I...I’m not playing tricks or anything ok ? I really had an epiphany, with my sister’s kid. I...I want to be part of his life ? Of our kid’s life ?” 

“Our ? Buddy, you lost the right to be his dad when you left eight years ago. As I was about to give birth to him.” 

There’s a small silence. You completely forgot that Jason’s family was here, as you’re entirely focus on that asshole that basically ruined your life (though the fact that his existence brought Viggo into your life was a blessing..the only good thing left in your heart about Jess, really). 

Your ex lets out a frustrated sigh and you think about hitting him once more for a second. How dare he get frustrated with you right now ? But then he takes the flowers and the gift back from the floor, and says : 

“Ok I see now is a bad time. Mea Culpa. I guess I didn’t think. I thought...I thought you’d be happy. That I want to be more in his life, you know ? I guess I really should’ve called. Ask for forgiveness before coming over. I’m sorry. I can see you’re busy so...I’ll go now. We can talk alone, later, right ?”

You don’t say anything, and glare at him some more. You don’t take the flowers and the gift he’s trying to give you either. He sighs once more and says : 

“Listen, we really need to talk ok ? I’m sorry I didn’t expect you to react that way ok ? Now I do realize you have every rights to. And I’m a total ass for barging in like this. But...in my defense, I didn’t expect you to have any...Company.” 

The way he looks at Jay makes your blood boil once more, and you’re about to punch him again but you feel your boyfriend’s hand on your lower back, caressing you soothingly and...It works. You exchange a look with him, and you can see in his eyes that...yes. Yes you understand. 

You should probably stop hitting that jerk in front of your son. No matter how big of a jerk he is, you’re really not giving a good example right now (oh but if only you could see the highly satisfied smile your son had on his face right now !). 

But it seems that Jess doesn’t quite learn his lessons fast enough, because he has the guts to say : 

“So um...I guess that’s my replacement, uh ?” 

You narrow your eyes back at him again. Did he just call Jason a “that” ? And what was he even insinuating right there ? Oh my god he had NO rights even making this kind of comment ! But before you can get to him again, and this time kick him in the balls, Viggo says : 

“There was nothing to replace, really. You weren’t there.” 

You often cursed your son’s smartassness, but in this instance ? You can’t help but smile proudly at him, even if you know you might be a bit petty right now. Eh. Who cares ? You deserve to be petty. Plus given the look on Jess’ face, your boy’s words hurt him more than a kick in the balls would have. 

“Outch...But I guess I deserve it uh ? I’m sorry about what I just said. About the replacement. I realize it’s not my place to...I’m sorry. I keep screwing up but...I really didn’t expect you to have company.”

“Oh yeah ? Were you expecting me to wallow forever while waiting for you ? Because I wallowed for about ten seconds, until I realized I had no time for self-pity because I had a kid to feed. All on my own. All of our plans to make it work pfioush, gone into flames.” 

“Ok. Ok (Y/N), let’s take a break in the bashing ok ? You can lash out on me later. When we won’t have an...audience. Please, let’s just meet later ok ? Give me a chance to apologize at least ? To explain myself ? Give you my side of the story ? No wait, don’t speak. I’ll um...I’ll call later ok ?”

“I won’t answer.”

“I’ll still call. And hope that when your anger will go down, you’ll give me a chance. I know I don’t deserve it, believe me I do. But...I’ll try anyway.” 

He shoves the flowers in your arms, and you catch them by reflex. He then turns to your son and says : 

“Happy birthday...Um...uh...”

“It’s Viggo. My name is Viggo.” 

“Oh, Viggo uh ? Like the actor ?”

“No. Not at all. You’re completely wrong.” 

He’s not sure quite why, but Viggo doesn’t want that guy to know that you named him after the actor indeed. He doesn’t want that guy to know anything ! He should have given him a fake name...Ugh, what kind of father doesn’t even know his own kid’s name ?! It’s not like you stopped him from coming to see him...he just didn’t seem to be interested until now !

Jess looks at your son for a few seconds, and then smiles sadly. 

“Well...happy birthday, Viggo.” 

Your son reluctantly takes the gift his “father” is giving him in his hands, as Jess turns one final time to you and says : 

“I’ll call you later. Sorry again, truly. I hope...I hope you believe me. Talk to you soon, hopefully...Bye (Y/N). I’m sorry. And um...bye buddy.” 

Jess finally leaves, and there’s a few more seconds of you not being able to let go of your anger. Of wanting to run after him, and push him down the stairs. But then...Then your son moves, and your eyes follow him. 

Viggo walks back in the apartment, passes Jason’s family, and goes into the kitchen. Without saying a word. Worried, you follow after him. Jason does too, so is the rest of his family. 

He climbs on the kitchen counter, and opens the window. He looks down in the street, his father’s present still in his hands. There’s a few seconds of confused silence. You’re still so shocked and moved about your ex’s appearance that you don’t even think about going to your eight years old son and scolding him about looking out the sixth floor window like this ! 

And apparently, Jason, his dad and his siblings are just as confused and lost, because they don’t do anything either. 

And then, after a minute or so, Viggo put the gift his father gave him out of the window, dangling it into the air for a few seconds...before letting go of it. 

There’s a second of silence, followed by a crashing sound and a “JESUS CHRIST !”...It’s Jess’ voice, you recognize it. 

Your son close the window, and looks at you with a disappointed look before saying : 

“I missed.”  

You don’t know why, but all of a sudden, all your stress, pain and anger from the past few minutes vanish and you start laughing louder than you ever did before. Quickly, the rest of the fam follows. 

He missed. Oh my god. That boy...

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“...it wasn’t a very heavy gift anyway, even if I hadn’t missed it would have just like, knocked him out or something, nothing too bad.”

Viggo was saying to Damian, as he was helping Jason’s brother to put his actual gifts away. Damian was chuckling, listening to your boy. They were in the living room, while you were in the kitchen with the rest of the family.

“I’m...I’m so sorry Mr. Wayne. I realize this isn’t a great...first impression...”

“Please, call me Bruce. And then...It really wasn’t your fault.”

There’s a small silence. Not an awkward one though, as you look apologetically to Bruce, and he looks back at you with a reassuring and paternal look.

You smile back at him and feel strangely appeased. And when you turn to the rest of his Jason’s sibling, and they all smile to you. When you see Damian talking with your son about what does he think he got in his presents ?

You’re reassured.

You turn to Jason and...is that a troubled look on his face or are you just imagining ? Oh yeah no, you did just imagine it, as he brightly smiles at you and comes to wrap a tender arm around your waist.

“We can...leave if you want, you know ? To let you process everything ?” 

He says in your ear, and you turn to him, panicked as you answer : 

“God no ! I..need to think about something else right now ok ? And it’s Viggo’s birthday, he invited you guys, you can't go !” 

Jason nods, quite relieved, to be honest. He didn’t want to go. He wanted to stay and see Viggo’s cute smile as he blows his candles and open his presents.

But the arrival of Jess kind of...threw him off. Because no matter how much of an asshole that guy was, he seemed sincere when he said that he truly wanted to be part of Viggo’s life. And that was a good thing, right ? 

But as Jason’s gaze was drawn back to Viggo, he couldn’t help but feel a big pang in his chest. If Jess was back in yours and his life, what would happen to him ? Jason was already in too deep in love with you, and head over heals for your little boy, to just move on...

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

The rest of your son’s birthday went perfectly well. Better than you ever expected actually, even with Jess coming to ruin everything. 

Well, actually your ex didn’t manage to ruin anything in the end, because this party was a true success ! And one of the main reason for that was your son himself. He seemed to have completely forgotten about his “father” coming back, as he took his spot at one end of the living room’s table. 

“Time for the candles !” 

He chirped happily, and you all sung him the traditional “happy birthday” song. 

“Make a wish baby !” 

You tell him, and...Yes. You know exactly what he wished for. You can see it in his eyes, as he goes from looking at you to Jason, and then to the rest of Jay’s family. You’re pretty sure you know what he wished for

He blows his candles, making a wish that he doesn’t say out loud because if he does, it won’t happen, right ? And then he turns to the pile of gift on the couch...

“Ya don’t want to eat some cake first ?” 

You ask, knowing perfectly that he won’t be patient enough for that, but also will want to be polite and will ask his guests first. Which is exactly what he does : 

“Um...You guys want...cake ?”

“Yes.”

They all say unanimously, and Viggo’s face falls. He really was expecting them to tell him he could open his gifts first. He looks absolutely crushed, and slumps back in his chair. He looks pitifully at you, and nods to the cake...and it makes the entire “bat family” feel bad that they made this little joke. 

Bruce looks utterly panicked, and it’s kind of a feat, to see THE Bruce Wayne that worried about hurting a kid’s feelings ! You quickly wonder if he was a dotting father to Jason, when he was younger...Probably. 

Damian, who’s the only one who actually didn’t answer “yes” glares at all of his family members. How DARE they make that sweet child sad ? And sure, being sad because he has to eat cake and can’t open his present yet is kind of very childish and...Oh but he IS a kid right ? So allow him be bummed out ! And therefor, Damian glares some more. 

Tim and Cass are properly mortified that Viggo didn’t seem to understand their jokes. It makes Cassandra want to speak soothing words to him, forcing herself to get out every words she can muster, while Tim freezes, not sure what to do or what to say because now he’s afraid he’ll only make the situation worst...Dick quickly says : 

“Oh kiddo, we were totally joking ! Of course you can open your gift now, the cake can wait !”

Viggo’s smile comes back at once, and it turns into a mischievous grin as he says : 

“Got ya ! You should see your faces, hilarious !” 

And then he jumps off his chair to rush to his presents. You and Jason (who by now was used to your son’s antics) roll your eyes as you witness Bruce, Dick, Tim, Damian and Cassandra’s “shocked” face as the kid completely played them, making them think he was actually sad. Damn it. Smart one. They really thought this little boy was...oh, all of a sudden all of Jason’s stories about this little smartass made sense ! 

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“...That’s fo-for me ?” 

Viggo asks, not quite sure he can believe his eyes as he holds a brand new PlayStation 4 in his hands, staring at it as if it’s the greatest thing he ever saw.

“Um, yes, yes it is. Jason said you didn’t have one...R-right ?”

It kind of totally adorable, to see Bruce Wayne stumbles on his word in front of your son, unsure if he did the right thing or not. 

It’s funny, as Jason looks at his father, he has a flashback at when he first arrived at Wayne’s Manor. Back then too, Bruce was quite stressed about doing the right things. Dick and Jason exchange a knowing look. Both of them “experienced” that shy side of Bruce...By the time Tim and Cass came in, Bruce kinda knew what he was suppose to do. 

But with Dick and Jason ? Oh he was so often confused. “Alfred, they can have ice cream for dinner, right ?” It was a lot of questions and not many answers. 

Jason looked fondly upon Viggo and his father interacting, and he was pretty sure he heard his heart slowly bursting when Viggo calmly settled his new PlayStation on a side, got on his feet, solemnly walked towards Bruce and asked politely :

“May I hug you ? Please ?” 

You were pretty sure you “awed” aloud too. Your son was such a sweet little man...You know that he wanted to rush to Bruce and hug the hell out of him, but since he didn’t know him very much and wasn’t too sure either of how to ask...It was just so cute, how he was being so serious while asking for a hug !

“Um...Yes. Yes of course.” 

And oh Bruce was in for a treat because when your son gave a hug ? He gave a hug. Your little boy says “thank you, sir” a bit formally and then...he lunges at Jason’s father with all his might, and circled his arms around the man’s neck tightly.

“Thank you so much for the PS4 I love it, oh my god thank you it’s too much I can’t accept it, thanks a lot for it ! I don’t think I can get it because it’s too much...but thank you !” 

Bruce answers to the hug by wrapping his own arms around your boy, and is even more confused than before as your son keep saying he can’t accept the gift, but that it’s also the best gift ever and he can’t wait to try it, while not being able to accept it...You chuckle and once again, you’re so proud to have raised such a cute little one, who understands the value of things. 

Of course, he’ll accept the PlayStation (you’ve never been able to afford one for him...), but you’re just so proud of him right now, for even thinking about refusing the gift because it’s a bit too much. You’re too happy he can finally have a console though. Of course, he wasn’t a poor little boy cause he didn’t have one, but it was nice, that for once, he could have the same things his classmates had. 

Viggo hugs Bruce for two long and cute minutes, and you can see the man slowly relaxing in your son’s arms. Too sweet for this world. When your boy finally let’s go, he smiles widely and then goes to hug his new PlayStation, repeating “I love it I love it” multiple times before he realizes it’s a bit rude to not open his other gifts...

He stands up and takes another one. 

“That’s from me !” 

Damian says with a smile, clearly eager to see the boy’s reaction. And when your son tears open the box...

“OH MY GOD !!” 

He yells, and then all you see is your little eight year old kid running around the living room screaming happily and...the hell did he just get ?

When your son finally calms down, and puts the box on the floor to then proceed on literally jumping on Damian, you finally see what’s the matter. 

“Cheese Viking VR”. A virtual helmet with the entire “Cheese Viking” game saga. It was suppose to be sold out, and new production for it was running slow, as the company didn’t expect to sell that many sets...It was probably a pain to find. No wonder, Damian looked so proud of himself ! 

Jason couldn’t believe his eyes, as he saw his bratty little brother hug Viggo back gladly, and smiling fondly at the kid. He knew they somewhat bonded when you meet them at the arcade room, but it was still a surprise. A pleasant one. 

Viggo finally calmed down a second time, and went to sit on the couch, saying :

“Ok guys, if you have any more of this kind of surprises, you need to tell me. Because I don’t think my heart can handle it right now...” your little one says, but it seems like Dick, Tim and Cassandra don’t think their gift will outmatch Bruce’s or Damian’s. 

But they’re wrong. They don’t outmatch it, no, but they make your boy as happy as the PlayStation and the Cheese Viking VR set. 

Tim gives him a “little chemist set”, and coincidentally, it was exactly the one that your son always wanted but that you could never afford...You had to tell Viggo to be patient, or he would have started experiencing there and there, forgetting the world around him. 

Dick gives him an electric skateboard with all the safety gears, and your son just couldn’t believe that this was just for him. He never saw that many toys and such in the same room ! All for him !! 

And when Cassandra gave him basically every single action figure in existence about his favorite TV show, you were pretty sure your kid was gonna faint right in the middle of the room. 

He gave away many hugs, and said the sentence “I can’t believe this is for me !” a hundred times. This was the first time in your life that you saw your son not having a smart come back ! It was quite something, really ! And oh it was so nice to see your son’s personality making everyone around him beam ! 

When you saw everyone together, gathered in that tiny living room, you wouldn’t believe that just a few hours ago you were all almost perfect stranger ! That this was your first meeting ! 

In fact, it felt like you’d been a family since the beginning of time. That Viggo was yours and Jason’s son, and that you were having his uncles and aunt, and his grandfather, over for his birthday...It really REALLY felt like it. 

It kinda freaked you out, when you realized this, but also made you incredibly happy. Because your boy ? He deserved to have great uncles and aunt, and a grandfather like the goddamn Bruce Wayne ! And most of all...a dad like Jason, who had absolutely no intention to ever leave (he made that clear on your first date). 

But for now, you shook those pleasant thoughts away, a bit afraid you were getting too carried away, and turned to Jason and your boy as it was your boyfriend’s turn to give him a present. Finally. 

“Um, seeing what everyone got you, I’m not sure my present will be that great...”

He says shyly, and you know it was a big deal when none of his siblings teased him about it. The wasn't as big as what his sibling’s or dad got for him, but you were pretty sure it made Viggo almost cry. 

It was just a simple notebook. At first, Viggo was very confused about it...until he opened it. And discovered that inside, all the pages were covered with “personalized gift cards” Jason drew himself.  

It almost made YOU cry too. It was so sweet, and personal, and Jason clearly put a lot of work into it ! It was full of little actives Viggo could do with “The Jason”. Some were simple, like just “a game of catch” or “an afternoon playing Cheese Viking”, while some others were rather big like : “going to see a Baseball match of your fav team at Gotham’s Stadium” or “A week-end in Disneyworld” ! 

Your son gave Jason the biggest hug he ever gave, and refused to let go for quite a while. And when he finally took a few steps from Jay, Viggo whispered :

“Thanks, dad.”

Which made Jason freeze. He was pretty sure he was the only one that heard Viggo used this word, and that the boy himself didn’t even realize what he had just say. What he had just done to Jason’s heart. 

Jason hadn’t felt this happy since before his death. Of course, you and Viggo made him extremely happy those past few months but right now, as the kid called him “dad” in the most natural way in the World...Jason’s heart just couldn’t stop beating. He felt the same way than that day Bruce told him he was going to adopt him. 

But his happiness was cut short by a dark thought slowly casting its shadow in his mind...

Jess.

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Laying next to you in the bed he found himself sharing with you more often than not now, Jason couldn’t sleep.  

Probably because you went through a lot of emotions today, you were completely out and were lightly snoring next to him, unaware of his inner turmoil. Unaware that he was overthinking everything. Clinging to his arm sweetly. 

Jess’ arrival today, he realized now, touched him more than he initially thought. 

He didn’t want this jerk to slowly crawl in his thoughts, but he couldn’t help it. 

It was all because Viggo called him “dad”, and made him realize that...He wanted to be that kid’s dad. But he couldn’t really, could he ? Because he actually already had a father, and this father came back today, and was finally willing to come into his kid’s life.

Jason couldn't stop thinking about one thing...What if...What if his own father repented ? What if his own father decided to come back in his life, and start anew ? What if his own father didn’t get into the wrong criminal businesses and got killed, and came to Wayne Manor to ask for his son back ? 

Jason was pretty sure he would have forgiven him, because it was his dad. Sure Viggo’s and his situation were different. Jason did live with his father for a while when he was a kid, and with his mother, before leaving for Wayne Manor because they got killed. 

And both his parents were abusive and mistreated him...But still. If Viggo had the chance to have his dad back in his life, shouldn’t he take it ? No matter how much Jess screwed up ? Didn’t he deserve a second chance ? 

Jason couldn’t stop but think about “what if” his own parents got cleaned and came back for him. What if his own parents actually wanted him, and begged him to come back...What would Jason have done ? 

What would he have become ? Would his life get so fucked up ? 

Probably not. He wasn’t mad at Bruce anymore, and he knew that his adopted father loved him deeply...but if eight years old Jason had the choice to have a normal life, with normal parents, and to avoid this world of pain that he had to go through...Wouldn’t it have been fairer to take this chance ? 

If his parents came for him, if they did everything to get better and go on the path of redemption...Jason was pretty sure that he would have gone back to them, and it was a fact that then, he would never have died. He would never have been so angry. He would...

Ugh. It was so complicated. On one hand Jason viewed Bruce as his father, and only him, because he was the only one who ever acted as a father towards him. But what if his own father came back ? Wouldn’t have it been better for him ? 

Jason couldn’t sleep. He kept thinking over and over again about how genuine Jess looked. And how hurt Viggo looked when he threw that gift out of the window. 

Jay was pretty sure he was the only one who noticed it, but for a micro-second, Viggo looked like he was about to cry. Looked like he regretted throwing the gift away. And during his birthday, when he thought no one was looking, the boy kept looking back at the entrance door with a thoughtful look. 

“What if my own parents came back to get me and take care of me ? Would I forgive the years of abuse and would it be best for me to leave  with them to avoid the world of pain Bruce’s life brought me ?”

Sure, Jason willingly jumped into Bruce’s night life. Because for the first time in his life, he found someone that actually cared about him ! He wanted to make him proud ! Plus it was fun...but we all know how that ended. 

He kept thinking over and over again. He knew for a fact that Viggo could NOT come into his vigilante’s world. Ever. But then again, Jason knew he would never stop fighting crime. 

Maybe Viggo and you were better off without him, and instead would have a better chance at a normal life with...Jess ?

It hurt like hell, to realize that maybe that was it. That maybe it was better for both you and your son to stay away from him. 

It’s funny. So far, he had been kind of lying to himself, always thinking that he’d talk about this all Red Hood ordeal one day, in the future. Always saying he’ll tell you all about it “one day”. But never doing so because he knows that as soon as he says the truth, things will forever change. 

You and Viggo will be in danger all your life, just for being associated with him and...goddamnit what was he even thinking ?! That he could just have a family with you ? Be a dad to Viggo ? After only six months of relationship ?! 

He clearly didn’t think any of this through. He wanted, to be that kid’s dad. For the first time in his life he knew he was in love, he knew he wanted to spend his life with you...Six months or six years wouldn’t make any difference, he just knew his feeling would never change. He knew he didn’t want to touch anyone else but you. Kiss anyone else but you. Make love to anyone else but you. 

He knew he didn’t want to give his heart to anyone else but you...You and Viggo. He didn’t want to say anyone else’s name the way he said yours. He didn’t...He knew he would never love again the way he loves you. 

But this wasn’t about only him now, was it ? He couldn’t be that selfish, and thrust you into his dark world like that. What would you say, if you knew how many people he killed ? If you knew he actually died himself, and came back to life ? If you knew...the him from the night ? 

So far, things were blissful. Things were peaceful. Things were beautiful. 

Whenever he came over to your place, it felt like you, him and Viggo were a little family. It felt good, and so easy. 

But...Oh god ! He couldn’t believe he allowed himself to be seen THAT MUCH in public with his BROTHERS that day at the arcade ! When it was just you and him, or you, him and Viggo, it was fine, because he became an expert in being able to hide the fact he was Jason Todd-Wayne, one of Bruce Wayne’s heir. 

But Damian and Tim ? Everyone knew who they were wherever they went. Especially Damian, who looked so much like Bruce and had such amazing feature like his eyes or darker skin !  

Apparently no one saw you all together that day, as no picture had been released but...what if ? Then you would have become the face of every single newspaper in Gotham. Worst, Viggo would have been plastered everywhere ! 

That alone would put your life and your son’s life on the line ! Being associated with such a powerful family was quite something...but then if it turned “Gotham Official” between you two, he would HAVE to talk about Red Hood and then the threat would be doubled...

Jesus. This was all so painful. Everything. This all realization. 

The fact that Jess was now back in the picture and was really Viggo’s rightful father. And this all Wayne/Red Hood thing...He...he couldn’t do that to you, he couldn’t be that selfish...could he ?

You moved closer to him in your sleep, and threw one of your leg over his waist. And it’s with a heavy and painful heart that Jason softly kissed the crown of your head. Tenderly showered your face with peppered kisses...And resolved himself to take a harsh decision. 

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

The next day, you woke up to an empty bed. 

Which was odd. Usually, even if he would he awake before you, Jason would always still be in bed with you...Weird. 

You stood up and went to the kitchen and...here he was. He was making breakfast for Viggo. Cute. But...when he looked at you, did you see a flash of pain going through his eyes ? Or did you just imagine it ? You weren't sure. 

But when you went to kiss him to say “hello”, his kiss back felt strangely distant. Very unlike him. Usually, he would be so into it, and smile widely afterward...

“Ok I made some breakfast for you too. I’m sorry I have to run, I have important business back at home, see you later ?” 

“Um, ok...” 

He leaves with a quick “See ya Viggo”. No kiss goodbye to you, as he always gave you. And no kiss on your son’s forehead either. 

Odd. You and Viggo exchange a knowing look...

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

You tried to remember everything you did with Jason in the past few days that could have changed his mood that much. 

Jesus (Y/N) think, THINK ! 

But you couldn’t recall doing anything to Jason that would justify his behavior...Why, all of a sudden, was he always too busy to see you ? Why would he refuse to go out in public ? Why was he coming over less and less ? 

He kept telling you that is was because there was a lot of work back at Wayne inc but, so far, he always managed to make time for you...or were you just being jealous and too selfish because he spend less time with you ? 

Yes, that was probably it. You were being a kid, this was defenitely nothing and he would eventually stop being so busy. 

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

Jess called you back a few days after Viggo’s birthday, and you told him to fuck off. But he kept calling and calling and calling...

“Maybe you should give him a chance, you know ?” 

Jason’s words surprise you, and you turn a confuse look to him : 

“I told you what he did to us, right ?”

“Yes, but I’m a strong believer in everyone deserving a second chance.” 

His words kept fighting in your head, over and over again...

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

And Jason kept being busier and busier. Having less and less time for you and Viggo. It got even worst when you finally accepted for Jess to come and see you (not Viggo yet) and talk. 

Viggo was at school, and you were talking with Jess in your kitchen when Jason came in...He immediately apologized and though you said Jess was about to leave, Jason still left. 

And oh you hated that judgemental look Jess gave you, as if he was saying : “wow, great boyfriend you got there” ! 

Because Jason was great. He really was ! He was the damn best. He was the perfect boyfriend. He cared for your son, and was always so affectionate towards you ! He always had great thoughts, and was just so sweet ! 

He was perfect ! 

But...you guessed perfection didn’t exist, as you felt you and him were slowly growing apart more and more. 

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

You still refused for Jess to see Viggo, and to be honest, Viggo had no intention to see his dad anyway ! 

Jason heard you guys talk about it, as he came by one night...And the way Viggo’s face brighten when he saw Jay, and how he rushed to hug him finally gave Jason a good idea of what he had to do. 

For yours and Viggo’s good. 

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

He had to. He just had to. 

IT didn’t mean it made anything easier, but he knew it was the only way. 

He had to leave you..both of you. 

He had laid the ground work for a few weeks now, coming to see you and Viggo less often, and being much less attentive and affectionate to you both. 

It particularly tore his heart apart, to see Viggo’s cute little smile fall every time he said “not now buddy” when Viggo asked to play with him ! 

The worst was that time he refused to give him a hug because he said he was “late for work” (a lie), and that other time he said “can’t right now” when Viggo, full of hope, brought his little notebook he got for his birthday and basically tore a random “gift card” from it, clearly not caring what it was, and only wanting to spend time with Jason. 

It really, really hurt, that he had to do that...But at the same time, it was the only way. Because if Viggo was getting to attached to Jason, then he would never want to get to know his real father, Jess. 

If Viggo decided that Jason was his father...then he would eventually get dragged into this dangerous vigilante’s life. And that...Jason couldn’t let it happen. He’d rather die, than putting this little boy’s life in jeopardy. Or yours. 

And though it hurt more than anything in the world, acting that distant and cold toward both you and Viggo, he knew he had to. 

He had to...lay the ground work...To make you guys hate him. 

Make you realize he wasn’t actually a great boyfriend. Purposefully doing things he would never do usually, but doing them just because he knew it annoyed you.

And yet, he couldn’t quite seem to achieve this goal to make you guys even dislike him. Even when he pushed away on purpose; or when he was a bit rude. 

The truth was, he was never able to completely push you two away, or completely be heartless with you. Because he loved both of you with all his heart. 

He was deeply in love with you. And Viggo ? Oh Viggo, he found himself thinking of him as his “son” so many times ! 

But this was dangerous ! You both could never have a real life, if he kept going ! And Jess really seemed to want to get back in your life, and participate in Viggo’s upbringing. And even if he screwed up..maybe he had the right to have a second chance and get to know his own son ? 

Yes. Jason had to do it now. And quick. Rip the band-aid...

*********** 

“Jason, what are you saying ?” 

Your pained look almost convince him to backtrack. To not go forward with it. To tell you it’s just a silly joke and to kiss you with all his might. 

Oh and the look Viggo gives him, sat at the kitchen table, a bowl of cereal in front of him ? It tears him apart. It makes him wish he was still dead. Those innocent eyes slowly realizing that something bad is happening. 

But he can’t go back now. He has to go through with it. For your own good. To both of you...so what if you hate him ? 

“It’s just too much for me, ok ? Too much at the same time, all this.” 

He gestures at you and Viggo, and once again, he has to fight against himself not to go to both of you and give you a hug, apologizing profusely for what he just said and insinuated. 

But he knows...he knows that by using the exact same word Jess used in his letter all those years ago, he’d really break this bond you formed with him. 

“Too much ?” 

You ask, obviously trying to fight tears as you were understanding what the problem was more and more every seconds. 

This was what you feared since you started to date him. What you were terrified of as you realized you were completely in love with him, and that Viggo was getting very attached to (you were pretty sure he almost called him “dad” a few times by now). 

This was your worst nightmare. All over again...The man you love leaving you because a family is too much for him. 

“Yes. You and Viggo. And Jess now too..” 

“What about Jess ?” 

“Well it’s a bit too much ya know ? He’s part of your lives again and...”

“He is not part of our lives. Plus you’re the one that told me to give him another chance !” 

“Yes exactly ! And you did ! Now he’s part of your life wether you want it or not, and he wants to know Viggo so...”

“I don’t want to get to know him Jason, I don’t want to !” 

For the third time, he almost cracks. The tone his little boy just used...”his”. No. No he wasn’t his. He was Jess’s. And it was going to be better for him if the bond between him and Jason was cut. 

“Well you do whatever you want buddy, but ultimately he’s your dad and he wants to know you ! You know, I wish my dad came back for me when Bruce adopted me ! I really do !” 

This was a lie. With all his thinking, Jason came to the conclusion that he would never want another father than Bruce Wayne. No matter how easier his life would have been...But this was his choice, and he already came from a fucked up family and was a delinquent. While Viggo ? Viggo had a bright future ahead of him. 

He was cute and intelligent. He couldn’t come into the vigilante’s world... 

“Where are you getting at with all this, Jason ?” 

You already knew, of course. But you wanted him to say it. You wanted him to spell it out. To face you and tell you. 

“I’m getting at...I mean...I think...I think we should break up.” 

It’s as if someone just threw a bucket of freezing cold water over your head. And without realizing it...You fall on the nearest chair (Jason has to resist like hell for not suddenly running to you and see if you’re ok) and start to cry. 

You don’t even hear what Jason says next, but you know it’s all bullshit. Whatever he says. You know. He’s just trying to be nice and ease the break up, but if you’re being honest, you realized a while ago that he would leave. Because he became suddenly so cold...after Jess’s arrival, really. 

A few weeks ago. 

Since that day Jason became more and more distant. It was weird. It was so different from those past six months ! And you just couldn’t understand why the sudden change of heart...did he think you were going to leave with Jess ? Because he was your first love ? 

But you realized you had never loved anyone before Jason... 

Why was he suddenly...like this ? Didn’t he see you had no intention of ever going back to Jess ? And sure maybe you’ll let him see Viggo because after all yes, maybe he deserves a second chance at that “father’ thing but...couldn’t Jason see that your kid already decided who his real dad truly was ? 

You don’t even realize your son came to you until he presses his small smooth hands on your cheek, and wipe away your tears. 

“I think you should leave.” 

You hear Viggo say to Jason. And you wish you could say something but...you knew it. You knew since day one that if Jason Todd broke your heart, you would be a total mess. Worst than ever. And you really were. 

Damn. You felt so pathetic, moping on your kitchen table while your eight years old son tried to cheer you up. Took care of you. 

“Viggo I...” 

Jason was about to say that he still wanted to see the kid. Still wanted to be friend. He just couldn’t cut all ties, it was impossible...he knew it was a bad idea, but he just couldn’t let you two go. IN fact, he was slowly starting to regret his decision. 

But Viggo, looking up at him with eyes full of unshed tears, and clearly furious, made everything easier for him : 

“I said you should leave. You’ve done enough, don���t you think ?” 

He points at you, who seemed to not even be aware of what is happening around you right now. And oh geez you feel like such an idiot for ever even believing in all this...For believing that a perfect man like Jason could be with you, and help you raise your son the last of the way. For believing that you had another chance at love and at having a normal family. 

“And please don’t come back. Thank you.” 

This is it. This is the day Jason Todd dies a second time. 

He can feel it in his heart. He’s not alive anymore. 

He wants to reach for you, he wants to reach for Viggo...But he doesn’t. Instead, he takes his duffel bag that he prepared the night before, and leaves. Without even turning back once. 

And it’s good that he didn’t, because if he did, his resolve would have shattered. He would have thrown himself on the floor and beg for yours and your son’s forgiveness, say that he wasn’t thinking straight...or tell you the truth ! The all truth ! Why he was leaving right now ! 

Because it’s better for both of you...It’s to save your life...

Oh but if he had turned to look one last time at you, he would have realized he wasn’t saving anything. On the contrary. As you softly cried uncontrollably, not able to get a hold of yourself while you were known to never wallow in self-pity...You always got back up on your feet. Always moved forward. 

For your son. But today...today, even as you see that your tears are really distressing him, you can’t stop crying. Because you feel it in your heart, in your bones...you just lost the love of your life. 

And Viggo ? Viggo, for the first time in his short eight years on this earth, he realizes how painful it is, to not have a dad. 

____________________________________________

Hope you liked this ! It is currently 7 am and I stayed up ALL night to finish this...(while watching the oscars so I got distracted, but said oscars were over two hours ago so...yeah). I hope it’s not too...bad. I must admit, I’m VERY scared to disappoint you...In the end, I’m glad I stayed up so late (or early, depends on the point of view), cause I’m gonna now go hide in my bed.

So. Yeah. Blahblahblah the usual about feedbacks = life, as well as reblogs. 

[thermopylod]

Souyo kiss meme …on a place of insecurity.

Imperfect

Souyo, pre-relationship, 1.5k

Yu was kneeling at the table in his bedroom, distractedly folding some origami cranes while he waited for Yosuke to finish showering. His room here in Tokyo wasn’t as big as the one he’d had in Inaba, but he had his own TV with his console hooked up to it, and enough space for two futons side-by-side; all the essentials for a great weekend. Yosuke’s bag, bright orange and teal, sat by the door still unpacked. Yu kept glancing at it; Yosuke’s visit had been a last minute gift from his parents for good grades on his last exams, and Yu still couldn’t quite believe his best friend was actually here.

Moving back to Tokyo hadn’t been horrible; there was always something to do here, new books to buy, delicious restaurants to try. The problem was that despite all the crowds he walked through every day, or perhaps because of them, Yu was lonely. His new friends were more of acquaintances and they rarely met outside of school. Rise and Naoto were both in town, but they were so busy balancing a third year courseload with their jobs that they’d only managed to squeeze in one dinner together so far. Having Yosuke here for two whole days with nothing planned but spending time together was going to be awesome… if Yosuke ever got out of the shower, that was.

After another ten minutes, Yosuke finally came back into the room with a towel around his shoulders and nothing more than boxers on.

“Maaaan,” he sighed loudly, “that felt good. Traveling sucks. Next time, you’re coming to Inaba.”

Yu stared at the water sliding off Yosuke’s hair and down his neck. A drop splashed onto the floor, startling him out of his trance.

“Hey, don’t get water all over my room,” he warned.

Yosuke reached up to touch at his hair, a mischievous smile breaking out on his face when he realised it was still dripping.

“Oh?” he asked innocently, coming to stand over Yu. “You mean you don’t want a free shower?” Saying that, he shook his head, sending droplets flying all over Yu and his paper cranes.

“Ah! You dick,” Yu said, laughing and rolling aside to try to dodge the water.

Yosuke came closer, clearly intent on continuing his attack, but Yu froze as he noticed Yosuke’s leg.

“What’s that?”

There was a large scar running down the front of Yosuke’s left thigh. It didn’t seem recent, but it was still very visible.

Yosuke looked embarrassed, turning aside and flushing a bit as he replied. “I broke my leg falling off the top of a swing when I was a kid, had to get surgery.”

“I’ve never seen it before!” Yu said, almost accusingly. They were supposed to be best friends, best friends didn’t keep secrets about huge scars on their legs.

“...Yeah, I keep it hidden it usually. Not exactly a good look,” Yosuke replied, still sounding ashamed. He stepped forward, presumably to grab his bag, but Yu grabbed his leg and held him in place.

Leaning forward, he traced a finger down the scar, surprised at the rough texture of the skin. Yosuke shivered at his touch, and without really planning it, Yu leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the middle of the scar.

“Partner?!”

Yu dropped Yosuke’s leg like it was on fire and scooted away frantically. “I, um, I—sorry!”

“Dude, what was that?” Yosuke asked, staring at him.

“It’s…” Yu scrubbed a hand over his face, feeling an uncharacteristic blush rising in his face. “It’s, how you kiss injuries on little kids so they’ll feel better? Well, um. That.”

“Uh, you know I’m not a kid, right? Anyway, it doesn’t hurt. Happened like ten years ago.”

“I know,” Yu replied, wishing he could teleport anywhere but here. “But…emotionally.” He whispered the last, hoping Yosuke wouldn’t hear it and feeling forty-five shades of ridiculous.

“Emotionally??”

“I’m sorryyy,” Yu moaned as he finally gave in to his urge to hide, folding up on himself and putting his head in his arms. He was such a weirdo, he finally had his friend around after months apart and here he was making it absolutely, completely awkward because of his goddamn dumb mothering instinct.

Yosuke didn’t reply right away, leaving Yu to grow more anxious. Suddenly, a weight draped itself over Yu’s back, and Yosuke burst out laughing.

“Oh my god, partner. You tried to kiss my emotional booboo away?”

Yu tried to burrow even deeper into his arms. He was going to die right here, of pure embarrassment. Yosuke wouldn’t even let him die in peace, prying him back upright while still laughing.

“C’mon, stop hiding. It’s not that big a deal. Kinda nice, really.”

“Nice?” Yu said incredulously.

“Well, not like, the k—kiss, Yosuke said, stumbling over the word, “but, you know. Wanting to help. You’re the first person to see this scar in years.”

“Really? What about gym class? Or the onsen!” Yu asked, now realising it was odd he’d never seen it before, as he and Yosuke had changed side-by-side often enough back in Inaba.

“Pff,” Yosuke scoffed. “What do you take me for, an amateur? I wrap my towel just right at the onsen to hide it, and in gym class I always pick a locker in a corner so I can change with no one looking at me.”

“Oh. I never noticed… Why do you hide it, anyway? It’s not that bad.”

Yosuke looked down at his own leg, running a hand over the scar. “I know it may be surprising considering how awesome I am now,” he winked, “but I wasn’t a very cool kid back in elementary. My parents would give me these awful haircuts that made my hair stick straight out of my head like some deranged porcupine, and I was always kinda daydreaming and missing what people’d said … figured I wasn’t gonna give anyone any extra ammo to make fun of me. You know how kids are, they’d have called me ‘frankenstein’ all year or something. Got a little better when I started picking my own haircuts and clothes and all that, but… I dunno. I guess I was used to hiding it by then.”

“So why’d you let me see it now, then?”

Yosuke pushed his bangs up off his forehead and shrugged.

“Felt kinda dumb sneaking around in a towel when you already know all my deepest secrets, I guess. It’s not like you’d judge me.”

“Of course I wouldn’t,” Yu agreed, “ and anyone who would isn’t worth the time of day.”

“I s’pose.”

“Actually, I bet you could use it to your advantage. Make up a cool story about it, like… ‘I got caught in the middle of a knife fight in a dark alley and I used my leg to protect someone from an attack!’ The girls would be all over you.”

Yosuke snorted.

“What, you don’t like my story? Fine, what about this then: ‘I donated my femur to a dying child and saved their life.’”

“You can do that?!”

Yu gave Yosuke a flat stare. “No. Obviously not. Why would a dying kid need your femur? And how would you walk without it?”

“Right, of course. Heh, I totally knew that,” Yosuke replied, looking intently away at what was apparently a very interesting section of wall.

Yu wondered, as he regularly did, how his best friend could be both so smart and yet so very dumb.

“Ok, I have a serious one—‘I got attacked by a shark and it tore my leg open.’ Sounds cool, but not like you get into fights.”

“A shark that perfectly tore a straight line in my thigh, but didn’t attack any other part of me?” Yosuke patted Yu’s shoulder comfortingly. “Maybe stick to telling the truth when you try to flirt with girls, partner.”

“Whatever, my ideas are great,” Yu replied with a pout.

Yosuke ignored him, standing and toweling his hair off at last before pulling pajamas out of his duffle bag.

“Now, are you ready to get your ass kicked at Star Forneus, or what?”

Yu reached over to turn his TV on and grab his controllers. “You keep telling yourself that.”

Yosuke returned to sit next to him, now fully clothed, and knocked their shoulders together as the game booted up.

“Thanks, yeah?”

“Hmm? What for?”

“Just… being you, I guess,” Yosuke replied a bit cryptically. “Always saying the right thing. Don’t change, partner.”

It wasn’t usual for Yosuke to be so direct about his feelings; he tended to show his affection with actions rather than put it in words. It left Yu struggling to put together any sort of reply. He didn’t always say the right thing, obviously. He did try his best, though, and knowing Yosuke noticed, and appreciated it, made him feel a strange warm emotion he couldn't quite place. He was so distracted that Yosuke knocked his character out in approximately 3 seconds flat, snapping him out of it. It was all well and good to be vulnerable and emotionally open but his pride as a Forneus champion was on the line here, and he’d be damned if he was going to letting Yosuke take the lead.

“Lost your touch, partner?” Yosuke said mockingly.

“Oh, just try and catch me! I’m gonna grind your bones to jelly!”

[ao3 link if you wanna kudos/comment there!]

[legendarypokemonstudies]

💭, a happy memory of Caden's?

A timeflower sitting in a pot opens, there's an older house seen from the windowsill where it sits, not too far away, as it transitions to playing the memory.

Two kids were sitting in the grass in front of the house, watched by a seemingly anxious Luxray with dark fur, speckled by blue and yellow nearby, watching the two children carefully from the porch, laying on a blanket with some other eggs nearby.

"So who's egg did you pick? Huh? Tell me tell me!"

"Midnight's! She's so pretty, and I like Luxray! What about you Ruru? What egg did you pick?" The white-haired boy, no older than ten peered at Rui's arms, where a brown egg sat in her lap, a large Jolteon with dark golden-tipped, and silver in some areas, with a bobbed tail relaxed, laughing from the same porch, where three eggs sat in an almost nest-like area.

The Vaporeon, also quite large, with impressively sized fins with curling edges grinned, seemingly proud of himself for making the Jolteon laugh.

"One of Electra and Booboo's eggs!"

"What kinda evo do you think you'll choose?"

"I'm letting the Eevee choose!"

"Alright you two, come on back, I know you both wanna watch the eggs hatch, But it's important that they're with their parents, and inside."

The children were both very disappointed, but reluctantly started heading back, while Masoic held the door open, helping them get the eggs back inside, though they still clung to the ones they'd chosen, albiet from spots nearly across the room, they still talked.

"I can hear them! Dad! I think they're gonna hatch soon! They're starting to sing!"

The red eyed boy across the room looked up, wide-eyed. "Really?! Are you sure!?"

The girl nodded excitedly, grinning.

The red-headed adult came in, Sigilla behind him, to check on the eggs, putting a hand on them and closing his eyes, before nodding. "You're right, but some of them will still take longer than others, so you might have to-"

Just then, some of the eggs on both sides started shining, as if to make a liar out of the breeder.

A while later, and only two eggs were left to hatch, Rui and Caden's, eggs, while shaking, were mostly motionless.

The Eevee egg shook, singing loudly enough to be heard by the timeflower, cracking, before hatching with a bright, shining glow, sparkling in the sunlight that came in through the window.

They both gasped at the absolutely tiny little Eevee, which Rui held for the parents to clean off, the fuzz shining silver, with more greyish skin, as opposed to the pink of the siblings.

"Do I get to name her? Or do you wanna name her, since she's your baby?"

The Jolteon smiled, nodding and reaching a paw up to boop the pinkette.

"Really? Thanks! Imma call her Tatha! Here ya go, I'll put her with the other babies now." Ruianna carefully put the Eevee she'd been holding down beside the other three, before moving over to Caden and the Luxray, who both gazed at the egg, worried that it hadn't hatched yet.

Masoic checked the egg, frowning, before standing up.

"Still nothing? That's concerning, you three keep an eye on it okay, I'll go get Nursie, Adalene! One of the eggs is taking a little extra time to hatch! Think you could bring Nursie in here? I'm a little worried, so I'd appreciate the help!"

The purple haired woman came rushing in, an Indeedee by her side, the Pokemon moving to check on the egg, seemingly perplexed, and definitely concerned.

Nursie moved to talk with the others, out of earshot as Caden looked down at the egg, frowning, starting to tear up a little.

"Come on little buddy, everyone wants to meet you... You've got us all worried, you okay in there?"

"He's singing. He sings like a strong Pokemon, but he seems a little, I dunno, tired? I don't have the words to properly describe it." Rui tilted her head, sitting beside Caden, who was sitting with crossed legs, holding the egg.

"How do you know it'll be a he?"

"I don't! I just guessed!"

"Maybe he needs a little bit of help? Didn't Sigilla say something about how some Pokemon have harder eggshells to break sometimes?"

"Maybe, I think she did, maybe his eggshell's too strong for him?"

The Luxray mewled, worriedly nudging the egg with her snout. She was basically pleading with the child, it was her first litter, she didn't want to lose a cub.

Caden remembered something his dad said about him. And he tapped the egg. He thought back to all the hospital visits, how worried his parents always were before his bones got strong.

"Hey, come on, you can't give up buddy. Your Mama's worried, I know it's hard work coming into the world, but hey, you've got help! I'm here, Nursie's here, my best friend Rui is here, your brother and sister are here, and your momma is too. You're not alone, come on."

"Yeah! You can do it! I know you're strong, I can feel it! Come on, just a little more!"

The Luxray and the Indeedee both looked at the two, as they tried to encourage the egg, the mother hopeful, and the nurse skeptical.

Caden didn't care, he hugged the egg.

"Come on little buddy, I know it's hard, but if you can just crack the shell, we'll be able to help you get out! Think you can try and do that for us? Find the weakest part and make a crack?"

The egg shook, and Rui lit up, grinning. "He heard you! Look! He's trying to do it! Go little Shinx! You can do it! We know you can!"

Caden tapped a couple spots on the egg, before finding a part that felt a little different. "Come on, you're almost there, just a little more!"

There was a cracking sound, and Caden reacted quickly, borrowing one of the Luxray's paws, pushing on one toe and putting it in the crack gently, helping it widen just a little.

The egg cracked more, and this time Caden used a hand to push at the crack, managing to get a tiny piece of eggshell out, adjusting the egg so he could help more.

Masoic looked over, "What are you two doing?!" He seemed concerned, but his wife grabbed his hand. "Zoic, hold on, watch em, maybe you'll learn something new?"

Caden kept digging at the cracks as the egg glowed brighter, shaking more before finally, there was a tiny mewl, and a tiny, pure black Shinx lay in his lap, mewling loudly.

"That's a big voice for such a tiny Shinx Cub."

Caden smiled, picking up the little cub. "I knew you could do it! See? Good job little guy!" He giggled, grinning, before blinking as he felt a rough tongue on his face.

"Hey! You're supposed to lick your baby not me!"

"Aren't you gonna name him?"

"Huh? Oh, right. Imma call 'im Lucky! Cause he's a black cat, and everyone thinks they're bad luck, but this guy's good luck!"