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Owie oh all the villains just being so sweet with a sick duckie That's like, the fucking dream

And I can definitely see Croc get his hands (claws?) on one of those baby carrier blankets, just to keep them warm while sleeping, and so he doesn't have to leave them alone

I fucking love your stories, they're amazing!

(Also, life just keeps being busy. I'm going to have a lot to do at the stable, now that the competition is coming up on Sunday, but I'm going to still be here as often as I can be!)

-Bunny 🐇

I hope the competition went well!

And yes, Croc so would steal a baby carrier to carry Baby!Duck. Thw sewers are cold, he needed to keep them warm some how! He couldn't let the little thing freeze. He does not trust his henchmen to care after you when they can barely look after themselves.

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Best $3 ever spent and I will do it again.

I suggest you guys to their page and follow them, maybe even help them out if you can! I wouldn't have this page if they didn't help me figure it out.

Thanks for all your help, El!

I would like to request angst with Bruce and Hal 😇

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You got it!

$3 Commission

Feat. Bruce Wayne, Hal Jordan, and some light angst.

This is set in the earlier days of the Justice League and pre-relationship. They've got several members, but the smooth synergy isn't all there yet.

In hindsight, if he'd just taken a minute to stop and think about what he was going to do before doing it, they would not be in this position. A fact that pisses him off just as much as it eats him with guilt.

"If you can give me time to map the pattern," Bruce had said, yelling so he could be heard over the racuous gunfire from Lex Luthor's latest machine designed to destroy Superman, "I can find the weak points for you to take it down."

And Hal...well. He never did like waiting for something to happen when he could seize control of the situation and handle it in his own way. He especially didn't like being told to rely on someone else telling him where and how to use his ring that the Lantern Corps bestowed upon him. That's how operating on a team works, though, which he's been trying his best to adhere to.

Mostly trying.

Kinda trying.

He's helped here and there, but mostly minds his business. He's a goddamned Green Lantern. This planet and a big-ass chunk of this galaxy are all part of his jurisdiction, and he guards it just fine by himself. Batman has no business giving him orders, what with that stupid pointy cowl, and that big flappy cape, and the bat-themed tiny boomerangs, and his huge feet, and those rippling thighs, and a jaw that could cut diamonds, and the fleeting sight of that ass when the cape is billowing in the wind —

Anyway, he can't be bothered to listen to some guy in glorified spandex boss him around when he can just take out the big, hulking machine himself. It's human in design, with some synthesized Kryptonite integrated into its weaponry. A simple construct is more than enough to take it out and make it back home before the newest episode of Project Runway comes on. He's been rooting for Jaques and his insane pleating techniques all season.

"I've got a magic space ring, Spooks. The whole thing is a weak point in comparison," Hal smirks. He takes to the air with a wink and a wave. He's about to fly straight at the weapon and smash it with a giant green hammer, but he's suddenly blasted by a beam of vivid, yellow light right out of the robot's mouth. His suit flickers and his stomach jumps into his throat, which is his only indicator that he's rapidly plummeting to the ground. The world spins faster than he can re-solidify the suit and orient himself, and the only thing he can think is god fucking dammit, I hate it when he's right.

He hits the dirt with a thud, blood roaring in his ears. His back is on fire and Bruce is rushing towards him, yelling something Hal can't make out. He's absolutely not in the mood to get scolded right this second. Give a guy some space to breathe, man.

" — up!! Get your feet under you, NOW!"

Hal jolts. The Bat's got an arm supporting his back and he's practically dragging the Lantern's body off the middle of the field. Hal's legs make an aborted attempt to get under him and support himself, but it's a useless endeavor when a huge, yellow cage springs up around the two of them moments later and knocks them both out of play.

Satisfied they won't be going anywhere, Lex's stupid machine turns away from the two of them and refocuses his attention on their teammates. Superman can't fly in close or the kryptonite the robot is armed with will take him down, too, which has suddenly turned this situation from a relatively low-stakes fight to a potential clusterfuck.

They're three men down — one rendered useless at close-range, one trapped by a stupid color, and one trapped for trying to rescue the guy that didn't listen to him.

Hal can't see Bruce's eyes under the cowl, but he shrinks away from his lethal glare all the same.

"...what was it you'd said," he mutters, "about watching for a weak point?"

"Shut the hell up."

"I — yeah okay. This one's on me."

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Yeah so, I had plans on updating TMofV but I had my college graduation ceremony today.

So, I'll post the fics later. Hope everyone had a good day!

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How the villains react to child!Duck being sick

Killer Croc

Immediately goes into overprotective swamp dad mode.

“You warm? You cold? You want soup? I’ll get you soup.”

Gently carries Duck around like a precious baby possum.

Tries to make soup but it’s basically swamp stew. Still, he tries.

Threatens anyone who makes noise near them: “Duck’s sleepin’. Shut it.”

Poison Ivy

Takes one look and goes full herbal remedy goddess.

Brews tea with natural anti-inflammatories, antiviral plants, and a suspicious amount of glittering green fluid.

Keeps the room humidified with plant help.

Her plants tuck Duck in better than any blanket ever could.

“Humans are frail. You need more chlorophyll in your diet.”

Harley Quinn

Absolutely chaotic nurse energy.

Shows up in a nurse costume she definitely didn��t borrow from a Halloween party.

Plays cartoons, sings lullabies (badly), and makes Duck laugh through the sniffles.

Accidentally causes a food fight with the soup.

“Don’t worry, Ducky, Auntie Harley’s gotcha! Laughter is the best medicine—next to actual medicine!”

Catwoman

Totally calm, classy mom vibes.

Tucks Duck in with the fluffiest blankets and brings warm milk with honey.

Her cats pile around Duck like a purring heated blanket.

“You’re safe here, baby. Just rest.”

Sits nearby cleaning her claws and humming softly.

Mr. Freeze

Weirdly efficient, surprisingly gentle.

Monitors vitals with sci-fi medical gadgets.

Makes the room exactly 72.4°F with optimal humidity.

“I am not a pediatrician… but you will recover.”

Brings chilled applesauce with a tiny umbrella in it.

Riddler

Panics because emotions are hard.

“Sick?! W-Why would you get sick today?! I had riddles planned!”

Frantically Googles “sick kid care for dummies.”

Ends up reading Duck bedtime riddles while pacing nervously.

Pretends it’s to "test their cognitive resilience" but actually cares.

Scarecrow

Initially unsure what to do—this is not a fear response he recognizes.

Brings soup with a syringe of mystery “vitamin booster” (no one lets him use it).

Ducks into a quiet panic if Duck coughs too much.

Ends up staying in the room silently, reading while Duck sleeps.

“You… remind me of someone. Rest.”

Two-Face

Flips a coin on whether to call a doctor or try to cook.

Side A: makes toast, gently pats Duck’s head.

Side B: tries to add hot sauce to tea “to burn the germs out.”

“Look, kid. You’re gonna feel better, or I’m gonna beat the cold outta you. Metaphorically.”

Actually very soft once the coin allows it.

Firefly

DOES. NOT. KNOW. WHAT. TO. DO.

“Do I heat the soup with my flamethrower? That’s safe, right?”

Brings Duck a heated blanket… still on fire.

Ends up standing awkwardly by the door with a teddy bear he stole from a store just in case.

“I’m... I’m gonna stay nearby. In case you need... warmth.”

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Ooh! Can't wait to see more

Crack fics are like... Crack.. to me

Anyways, I have the story sitting in my notes, half finished as I lost a big chunk when the app killed itself 😞

But! I am slowly getting back to the place where I was at, even if it is taking longer than anticipated (thanks life)

I hope you're doing well, and remember to take care of yourself!!

-Bunny 🐇

Can't wait to see that when it's finished! Take all the time you need!

I'm doing well and hopefully you are too!

I find crackfics/side stories easier to write for TMoaV instead of full length chapters, NOT THAT I'M GONNA STOP WRITING THEM! I enjoy writing The Making of a Villain too much lmao

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(Fuck time really slipped between my fingers)

I finally got around to reading the crack fic, and gotta say it got me cackling on the floor!!

Also, take your time with the next part, there's no rush As long as you're taking care of yourself and happy :D

Sorry for being so quiet for so long (again) 🙇

-Bunny 🐇

BUNNY I MISSED YOU! I was wondering where you were. Glad you're okay!

Glad you like the crack fic, I've got more in the works.

Speaking of, how's the story you had been working on?

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I swear I'm working on the next part of The Making of a Villain! It's just taking a bit since I want it to be long

I will post it when I think it's long enough

Just hold on a bit longer 😭

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Duck Vs The Batcomputer A crackfic one-shot set in the Neglected!Villain!Reader Story

It started with a simple idea.

A bit of revenge. A little payback. Maybe just some psychological warfare in the form of nostalgic chaos.

Duck sat cross-legged in the middle of their lair, tapping away at their laptop with a devilish grin.

“Let’s see how smart you really are, Timmy.”

They didn’t disable the Batcomputer. That would’ve been too easy. Too boring.

Instead, they installed Duck Life—yes, the old Flash game from 2007—as the Batcomputer’s default launch screen. Full screen. No exit button. Unskippable intro. Quacks included.

But that wasn’t all.

They rewrote the entire operating system to respond only to bird noises. Specifically duck noises. Type too fast? QUACK. Try to open a file? QUACK QUACK. Incorrect password? ANGRY DUCK SCREECH.

The system voice? A synthetic AI version of Duck themselves. Smug, chirpy, and reading every file name out loud in the most dramatic voice possible.

“Accessing: Bruce’s Super Sad Backup Plan For If Everyone Dies – FINAL_FINAL2.docx...”

They uploaded it at 3:17 a.m. Gotham time.

Three Hours Later – The Batcave

Tim stared at the Batcomputer.

“You guys… the computer’s… quacking at me.”

Jason snorted from across the room. “It’s what now?”

QUAAAACK The screen vibrated with the intensity of the honk as Duck Life’s pixelated yellow protagonist waddled onscreen.

“No no no no,” Tim muttered, frantically hitting keys. “This isn’t—WHY IS THERE NO ESCAPE BUTTON?!”

Dick walked in with a cup of coffee. “What the hell are you yelling abou—oh my god, is that Duck Life?”

Bruce arrived next, looking entirely unamused.

“Report.”

Tim, flustered, pointed at the screen like it had personally betrayed him. “They hacked the Batcomputer. I—They replaced the entire OS with a duck-themed—thing. It honks at me when I try to open files! I CAN’T OPEN THE CASE FILES, BRUCE. EVERYTHING IS QUACKING.”

QUACK QUACK

“Attempting to override: No Dick You May Not Name This Operation ‘Quack Attack’.”

Jason was now on the floor. Cry-laughing.

“Okay but hear me out, that’s genius. I’m proud of them.”

Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Reboot it.”

“I TRIED. It just reboots into more ducks.”

“Hello, Timothy. Would you like to train your duck in running, swimming, or intense emotional repression?”

Tim slammed his forehead into the keyboard.

Meanwhile…

Duck sipped a smoothie from their rooftop hideout, watching the security feed of the Batcave implode into chaos.

“Best $12 I’ve ever spent on retro flash game coding,” they muttered with pride.

A pause. Then:

“…I should install Duck Life 2 next.”

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Oohh my heart. Got broken. And then pieced back together

Man that fuc was lovely

It's kinda refreshing to see the batfam be supportive of the mc, for them to actually stay and listen once given the chance

Also, I'm so sorry for going so quiet, life has been kicking my ass 🥲

I have like, half a story for Duck just sitting in my notes, waiting for me to finish it

I hope you're doing great at least! You're awesome!

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You're all good, Bunny! Life has been kicking my butt lately too and since I had some time yesterday, I thought I'd make a fic based on just being going for a period of time.

I'hope to see the story you have of Duck but no rush to finish it!

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And Then You Were There

POV: Second person Genre: Angst / Found Family / Soft Reconciliation Word Count: ~2.5k Summary: You vanished without warning. No trace, no message, no fight. And then, just as suddenly… you came back. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

It starts with a knock on the Manor’s side door.

Alfred opens it first, thinking it might be a courier.

Instead, it's you.

Backpack over one shoulder, hood up, like you just stepped out for air and forgot to come back for six weeks.

“…Hello,” you say.

Alfred doesn’t speak right away.

He opens the door all the way. Slowly. Like he’s afraid you’ll disappear again.

“You’re back,” he says finally, voice careful.

You shrug.

“Yeah. Just needed space.”

You think they’ll all be mad.

They are.

But that’s not the first thing they say.

Bruce appears like a ghost in the hallway — dressed in casual clothes, but with the weight of the cowl still hanging from his shoulders. His eyes scan every inch of you like he's checking for blood, bruises, bombs.

“Where the hell were you?” he says.

You don’t answer. You just mutter something about needing to clear your head, and that you’re sorry for ghosting everyone.

He doesn’t reply. He just turns around and walks away, fists clenched at his sides.

Dick hugs you like you died and he didn’t get a funeral.

You don’t hug back right away, so he pulls away — just slightly — and cups your face in both hands.

“You can’t do that,” he says softly. “You can’t just vanish.”

You try to joke. “Didn’t know you missed me that much.”

He doesn’t laugh.

“Don’t do that, either,” he says. “Don’t act like it didn’t matter. It did.”

Then he pulls you into another hug. Fiercer this time. Like he's afraid you'd vanish if he blinked.

Jason doesn’t say anything at first.

He sees you walk into the kitchen, stops mid-step, and just stares.

His mouth opens. Closes.

Then he turns and walks out.

You find him in the garage twenty minutes later, sitting on the hood of his bike, running a hand through his hair.

“I just needed to get out,” you try.

Jason snorts. “Yeah. So did I, once. When I died.”

You freeze.

He doesn’t look at you.

“You scared the shit out of me,” he mutters.

“I didn’t mean to.”

“Well, you did.”

You stare at the floor. “You’re mad.”

“I was mad. Now I’m just tired.”

Then, softer:

“Are you staying this time?”

You don’t answer.

He nods anyway. “Didn’t think so.”

But he makes you a plate later that night and leaves it outside your door.

Tim doesn’t yell.

He doesn’t cry.

He just doesn’t stop working.

For days after you’re back, he’s in the Batcave for sixteen-hour stretches. When you ask if he wants to talk, he shrugs and says “talk about what?”

You say you’re sorry.

He says, “Cool.”

You say you didn’t mean to hurt anyone.

He says, “Yeah, but you did anyway.”

You say you thought disappearing would be better than making it worse.

And that’s what finally gets him to snap.

“Do you seriously think we’re better off not knowing if you’re alive?”

You flinch.

He doesn’t apologize.

He just adds, voice hoarse:

“You don’t get to decide how replaceable you are to other people.”

Then he goes back to his monitor.

But when you check the logs later, you see a new folder labeled with your name — filled with location pings and missing persons alerts from the last month and a half.

He didn’t sleep much either.

Damian acts like he doesn’t care.

“You return as suddenly as you vanished,” he says with a scoff. “Predictable.”

You expect him to be distant. Cold.

But you find sketches in the trash with your face on them.

You find your combat gear cleaned and set aside in the locker room.

And one night, you catch him standing outside your door. Just… standing.

He doesn’t knock. Doesn’t say anything. Just lingers.

You don’t open the door.

But you whisper, “I missed you, too.”

And he walks away, ears pink.

It takes Alfred cornering you in the hallway to finally get you to say why.

“It wasn’t about you guys,” you mumble, chewing at your sleeve. “It was just… me.”

“And yet it affected all of us,” he replies gently. “You are not a ghost, Master/Mistress [Y/N]. You cannot vanish without shaking the walls you’ve become a part of.”

You choke out something that might be a sob. “I didn’t want to be a burden.”

Alfred frowns.

Then straightens your collar with a gentleness that hurts.

“If the people who love you must suffer in silence so you can disappear in peace, that is not freedom. That is loneliness. And you deserve better.”

You nod, tears hot in your eyes.

Eventually, you stop acting like you never left.

And they stop pretending they’re not hurt.

The first family dinner after your return is awkward.

Jason throws a fork. Tim almost leaves. Bruce doesn’t say a word until dessert.

Then:

“I’m still angry,” he says. “But I’m glad you’re home.”

And somehow, that’s enough.

You don’t vanish again.

But the next time you feel like you might?

You don’t run.

You knock on Jason’s door instead.

He doesn’t even look up. Just says, “Figured it was coming. Sit down.”

So you do.

And for once, someone stays.

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I just read the most recent fic, and honestly you deserve all the hugs in the world..

I'm sorry, that something like that happened to you, and I hope that you know you aren't alone

You're super duper amazing, always remember that ❤️❤️

-Bunny 🐇

Aww, thank you!

I'm doing a lot better now. Writing that fic helped me figure out my feelings about the entire situation tbh.

I did get a hug from a friend yesterday that helped also!

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When Silence Scream

Genre: Angst, hurt/comfort, found family POV: Second person Word Count: ~3.5k Warnings: Emotional abuse, verbal harassment, gaslighting, mentions of manipulation and trauma responses

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ So, um, sorry in advance for this fic. This is based on something that happened to me pretty recently and I deicided to make a fic out of it but with a different outcome than what I went through.

Just know, that if anyone is going through this too, you aren't alone. Talk to people, block numbers, do what you need to do to protect yourself.

Now, onto the fic..... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

You didn’t expect the messages to ruin your whole week.

Hell, you didn’t even expect to get messages from her again. She’d blocked you, right? That’s what she said last time.

But they came anyway — short, bitter bullets that pierced through your screen and straight into your ribs.

“Maybe if you stopped being an anger-filled asshole, you wouldn’t lose people.”

“You’re the problem.”

“Stop texting me.” Not even a minute later: “Your reactions to the stupidest shit are always uncalled for.”

“Eat shit.”

“I couldn’t be happier that we’re not talking anymore. I’ve been planning to cut you off. Especially you.”

“Worthless piece of trash.”

You hadn’t said a single word back. Not once.

And yet, the final message still read:

“Stop texting me or I’ll report you for harassment.”

You sat on the floor of your room, phone limp in your hand. The words spun in your mind like broken glass in a washing machine. The worst part? You’d done nothing. There was no fight. No moment of betrayal. No warning. Just… her snapping.

And you couldn’t tell anyone. Not even the people you lived with. Because if you told them—

They’d ask what you did.

They’d say “just block her.” They’d wonder why it still bothered you. They’d wonder if she was right.

Wouldn’t they?

You weren’t a vigilante. You weren’t Bruce’s biological kid. You weren’t a genius like Tim, or a natural-born killer like Damian. You were just you.

And now, not even your former friend wanted that.

The Batcave was cold that night.

You sat on the edge of the couch while Jason cleaned his gear. You were quiet. Too quiet. But he didn’t push — not at first. He just kept sneaking glances at you from the corner of his eye, lips pressed into a line.

“Someone die?” he asked finally.

You looked at him. “What?”

“You’re quiet. That’s usually a sign you’ve either committed murder or had a breakdown.”

You let out a humorless laugh. “Neither. Just tired.”

He narrowed his eyes. “Tired like… sleepy? Or tired like I should be worried?”

“Don’t, Jay. Please.”

He stared for a second. Then nodded. “Okay.”

You thought that was the end of it.

Until your phone buzzed again.

And this time, Jason saw you flinch.

“What the hell was that?” he asked, standing up.

You locked the screen immediately. “Nothing.”

“You flinched like it was a threat.”

You stayed silent.

Jason didn’t.

He walked over, hand held out. “Phone.”

You didn’t move.

“[Y/N].” His voice dropped. Not angry. Just… careful. “Please.”

You hesitated, then handed it to him.

He scrolled. Read. Blinked once. Twice.

And then his expression shifted into something dangerous.

“She sent all of this… out of nowhere?”

You nodded.

“She blocked you, and then started this?”

Nod.

“And you didn’t even reply?”

Tighter nod. Your throat was starting to close up. You didn’t want to see the disgust on his face. You expected him to say “why didn’t you tell us?” or worse—“maybe you did do something and just didn’t realize it.”

Instead, Jason turned and tossed your phone onto the couch.

“Stay here,” he muttered.

You barely had time to ask where he was going before he was already walking toward the Batcomputer.

Fifteen minutes later, the rest of the family knew.

You didn’t mean for them to. Jason hadn’t screamed or raged. But he’d shared it with Bruce, and Bruce had quietly told Alfred, and Alfred had forwarded it to Barbara, and Barbara had brought Tim and Dick into the loop.

You expected judgment.

You got rage — but not at you.

“You know what this is, right?” Babs said, scrolling through the texts Jason had uploaded.

“Verbal abuse,” Tim muttered.

“Manipulation,” Bruce agreed. “She wanted control. She didn’t get it. So now she wants to make you feel small.”

Your eyes welled up. “Why would she say those things? Why would she act like I was harassing her when I didn’t even say anything?”

“Because guilt-tripping works best when the target’s kind,” Alfred said from behind you. “Which you are.”

Dick crouched down in front of you. “You didn’t deserve any of this.”

You blinked. “Even if I was angry sometimes—?”

“Even then,” Jason cut in. “That doesn’t justify this. Ever.”

“And she’s been using new numbers,” Barbara added, pulling up a screen. “Unlisted. Burner apps. She thinks she’s being clever.”

You stared. “Wait. What?”

“She texted you from a new number last night, right?” Tim asked. “Pretended it was someone else asking about your old friend?”

You froze. “I… yeah.”

“She tried to bait you,” Jason growled. “She’s trying to make you snap. So she can play the victim.”

You looked at all of them. “What do we do?”

Bruce’s jaw tensed. “We protect you.”

The next few days were quiet.

Too quiet.

The messages stopped.

But your brain didn’t. You kept hearing her words in your head — worthless, piece of trash, stop texting me. You double-checked your silence settings five times a day. Every time someone texted, you flinched.

You even apologized to Jason once for bothering him.

He just looked at you like you’d punched him.

“Don’t ever apologize for trusting me,” he said.

Then came the final straw.

She showed up outside the manor gates.

You saw it through the security cam on the front console. She didn’t have a phone out. Just stood there, eyes wild, arms crossed, pretending to be casual — like she just happened to be there.

You froze.

Jason didn’t.

He was already halfway to the door.

“Jason—!”

“Stay here.”

He didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t need to. You stayed rooted to the floor, heart hammering.

Through the cameras, you saw him walk up to the gate.

You couldn’t hear the conversation — but you saw the look on her face change. Smug to startled. Confident to cold panic. Jason said maybe five words before her entire posture crumbled.

She backed up.

Then walked away.

And didn’t look back.

That night, Jason came back with something in his hand.

Your old phone.

The one she used to text you on.

“I had Tim trace everything. Every number. Every burner. Every app.”

You stared. “Did she break the law?”

“She used a proxy server to avoid blacklisting. That is illegal.”

“…Are you going to press charges?”

Jason paused. Then sat down beside you.

“No,” he said softly. “You are.”

You blinked. “Me?”

“You don’t have to. We won’t force you. But if you do, we’ll be right behind you.”

You looked at him. Then the others.

Then your hands.

“…I don’t want her to do this to anyone else.”

Jason smiled faintly. “Then we’ll make sure she can’t.”

Three weeks later, she tried to twist the story to someone else — claiming you were obsessive, that you faked the screenshots, that you were harassing her.

But Bruce had already sent everything to his lawyers.

Barbara had already tagged her account on social media and posted the real timeline, with timestamped backups.

Tim had traced her IP and preemptively filed a report with the app’s legal department.

And Jason?

Jason showed up at her work and made sure she knew exactly what she almost destroyed.

“You don’t mess with people like that,” he’d said, voice cold. “And you definitely don’t mess with mine.”

She never texted you again.

But the most important part wasn’t that she stopped.

It’s that you didn’t have to stay quiet anymore.

And when your voice came back, piece by piece, you found it was stronger than before.

You still had bad days. Still jumped at unexpected texts. But you weren’t alone now.

Not ever again.

And when you saw her once — just once — across the street weeks later, your phone buzzed.

It was Jason.

“You good?”

You looked up.

Met her eyes.

Then turned away.

“Yeah. I am now.”

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Btw

I like to imagine sometimes, that whenever Duck disrupts the bats things, that they sometimes leaves behind a picture of Gothie, all dressed up nicely

Like, that cat loves getting her picture taken, with a nice background and some amazing clothes

Also, what would be some of the main ways Duck disrupts them?

And! Do they have a villain costume? Very important for me to know

Yessssss

Gothie loves the attention, thrives on it really.

Duck would dress her up in cute little outfits for whatever crime Duck was committing. Gotta match 🤭

I haven't thought much about the costume, which I really should honestly. Might do that when I get home from work today.

Feel free to let me know any ideas you have for it!

[insomniaccorner]

More angst? I'm both dreading it, and so excited I'm bouncing 🤸

Also, glad to know you like Jason! (I think, idk, I have the memory of a goldfish)

I hope it's okay if I do send some small scenarios as well, like small, actually written out things?

I like writing, and idk, I also love your story

It fair if not, I just, yeah

I hope you're doing alright as well! Cause you're awesome :)

- 🐇

Awwww, thank you! I'm glad you like my story!!

AND PLEASE GIVE ME YOUR SMALL SCENARIOS! I need the motivation to write more for it. But if it's too long, feel free to dm me it, my dms are open!

I also do have more Jason fics posted in my master post although most of them are alpha Jason, that was a phase for a bit lol

[insomniaccorner]

Nvm on any future fluff fics, y'all getting angst for awhile

[insomniaccorner]

Why do you have to break my heart like this 😭🥹

'You never let me stay' is so heartbreaking, but so true when it comes to those kinds of relationship

And I should know

"Do you still love me?" "Always. That's the problem." Oupugh my heart

- Bunny 🐇

BUNNY I'M SORRY!!!!

Something happened last night and I lost a friend because of it. So, I decided to make an angst fic with a similar situation.

I can make a part 2 with fluff if that'll help-

[insomniaccorner]

Fuck, I forgot to tag my ask

It was the one with Duck leaving behind Gothie images, and the question about if Duck has a villain outfit!

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I had a feeling it was you!

I'll reply to that one when I have the time!