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anythingandeverything1d · 4 years

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Pranks

“Maybe we can find a place to feel good, and we can treat people with kindness” You watched Harry perform on stage with a smile on your face. You were so overly proud of him you were tearing up. He had accomplished so much in the past few years, so much more than critics had thought he would ever accomplish on his own. And now? Now, he was climbing in charts, performing a tour, writing music, and even connecting with his old band mates to make a special reunion project for fans. All while never missing a doctor appointment, ultrasound, blood draw, or trip to the local Baby’s R Us for clothes and furniture. You were a little over 8 months pregnant with your and Harry’s first child, a baby boy. You were both an excited and nervous wreck, Harry however was constantly stressing over you and how traveling was affecting the baby and your labor plans, which is why you had master minded this whole plan. Harry looked backstage to you and winked and you smiled back, blowing a kiss to him. Mitch looked over at you and grinned while the band finished up the song. “Find a place to feel good” as the performance ended and the band moved off stage to get water while Harry talked to the crowd you moved to your place on the couch in Harry’s dressing room and laid down.

“You sure about this?” Mitch asked walking in.

“Yeah what exactly is going to happen?” Clare added looking slightly concerned.

“I don't know...” you looked at the two of them and smiled. “But think of all the pranks he's pulled. It’ll be a good one.” They nodded and took their places. Clare and Sarah moved over to the couch, kneeling and grabbing your hands. Mitch ran on stage. you watched from the tv in the room, Mitch whisper in Harry’s ear, take the mic and point backstage. Harry looked panicked. His eyes wide, he rand his hands through his hair and sprinted backstage. You heard his feet before you saw him. You started breathing louder, just like you had practiced in labor classes. Harry ran in out of breath and locked eyes with you.

“What’s wrong love?”

“Its the baby...I’m just having- Ahhh” you groaned in pain, gripping Sarah and Clare’s hands. “I’ve just been having a lot of contractions lately. They have only been like 5 or 10 minutes apart...” Harry knelt by your side and took your hand from Clare’s.

“Maybe you should try walking?” You smiled and nodded looking at Adam with the cue. This was working perfectly, he was playing into the part exactly the way you had intended. Harry helped you to your feet and walked you towards the door where Adam was. He scooted out of the way, holding his cup of water to your back. As you and Harry walked through the door, Adam tilted the water down and spilled it perfectly across your butt and down you legs.

“Haz...” you whined looking down. Harry followed your gaze and paled.

“Tell me that's not pee...”

“I think my water just broke.”

“Are you sure its not pee...”

“I think I would know if I peed Harry.”

“I mean there was that one time where-”

“Its not pee Harry.” you interrupted looking at him.

“Okay. Okay.” He looked around and then screamed “Ahhh okay.” You weren't expecting that and you jumped along with everyone else in the room. “We are having a baby. I mean what do we do now? The hospital. We need to get you to the hospital. Where even is the hospital from here?”

You grabbed your stomach and sunk to the floor.. “Ahhh” Harry looked down, kneeling at your side again. “I don't think theres time.” You fake whined. Harry took a deep breath.

“No time okay okay relax everyone we can do this. Ive done this before.” You looked at him.

“You have?”

“Yeah I mean kind of...it was like a false alarm and I was like 16 or 17 but its not that hard I mean you just kind of-”

“Harryyyyy” you interrupted with another burst of pain. He pulled you up and walked you to the couch.

“We need towels. And water. And uh the other baby stuff...” He looked at the band and assigned roles. “Clare get towels. Sarah water for everyone this could be messy. Mitch can you get my camera I want this all on video. And Adam I need you to move the furniture so (y/n) can lay down flat on the floor.” Everyone moved out and Harry held you hand, whispering words to the bump. “I can't wait to meet you little man.” You frowned...maybe this was going too far. Adam moved the table and Harry looked at you. “Adam you've done this before right? Whats next?”

“Uh..”

“I got the water!” Sarah yelled running back in the room with a bottle of water.

“Sarah that's not even enough water for me to drink.”

“We only have paper towels.” Clare answered walking into the room. “But I grabbed a whole roll.” Harry nodded.

“That will work. Okay love I need you to get on the floor and well I guess take your clothes off.” “You probably need to check how dilated she is Harry.” Adam said and you glared at him, this was not part of the plan.

“Okay we can do this. Babe the floor. Everyone places. My baby is on its way and we all have to look great.”

Harry helped you to the floor. “Harry.”

“Shh its okay love we got this.”

“Harry.”

“We’ll just wrap him in my suit jacket-”

“Harry!” you screamed. He looked at you surprised and you smiled, reaching out to touch his cheek. He grinned back and kissed you. “Harry....I’m not in labor.”

“What?”

You laughed and everyone joined in, circling him on the floor. “I’m not about to give birth, my water did not break..Haz it was just a joke.” He just stared at you and looked around.

“A joke?”

“Mhm..” Clare, Mitch, Adam, and Sarah nodded. “Sorry Harry, but (y/n) made us go along with it.”

Harry fell back onto the floor, arms spread out and feet spread out. “Oh my god.”

You laughed and rubbing his leg. “Sorry babe..”

He sat up and looked at you. “I’m going to get you back.” You smirked and nodded.

“I hope so.”

“I guess we better finish the show huh?”

“I think you better.” He stood up, grabbing your hands and pulling you to your feet as well.

“Little man your mum thinks she's a prankster.”

“Hey I am. I got you this time.” He kissed your nose.

“You did. But I’ll get you better next time.” The band walked out on stage and Harry grabbed your hand pulling you with him.

“Har-”

“Everybody!” he said into the mic. “My girlfriend here just told me she was going into labor.” Everyone screamed. “I thought I was having a baby!” They screamed again. “BUT” he said looking at you. “IT WAS A PRANK!” Harry laughed hard and everyone in the audience was going wild. “I am having a baby just not today which means we better get back on track. This next song goes out to my beautiful lady here and our amazing little man inside her.” Harry put the mic in the stand and sat you on a chair Adam brought out. “I’d walk through fire for you, just let me adore you.” Harry and the crowd sang loud to the song and you smiled the whole time, rubbing your baby bump and feeling the little guy kick. Not a bad life to come into little man you thought singing along and enjoying the rest of the concert.

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dragonrajafanfiction · 4 years

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Dragon Dancer IV: Twice Upon a Time

Mingfei and I sat on the back porch side by side, listening to Nono inside the old cottage on the Hydra Clan’s cemetery grounds.

Johann Chu had looked at me and shaken his head, nervous and wide eyed. After all my searching, after all these nights wanting nothing but to hold him, he was here and I couldn’t even be close to him.

Nono was scolding him. “Why are you taking so long in the bathroom? Are you an otter?”

Mingfei looked at me and I looked at him. Ru’Yi had been greedily nursing but she’d fallen asleep in my arms, warmed under the blanket around my shoulders.

“Odin is... a Norse god.” He said.

“I know what Odin is. What does this have to do with Johann?” I asked.

“Odin killed his dad. The whole reason he joined Cassell was to get back at him.”

“What? Odin is real?” My eyebrows rose.

“Yeah. When Nono, Finger, and I were in our hometown, we discovered that there’s a Nibelungen that covers the entire city. The biggest one I’d ever seen.”

“It rains a lot in our city. Especially during Monsoon season. When the streets and the buildings are soaking wet, they reflect!” Mingfei was whispering, his eyes intense in the dark.

“...and the gate opens...” I concluded.

Nibelungen: A parallel dimension created by dragons using a mysterious alchemical process. These pocket realities exist side by side and tend to be reflections the main reality and allow dragons to hide even in populated areas.

“This Nibelungen belongs to Odin. According to Johann Chu, it was on such a rainy night that they were stuck in after-school traffic. His dad saw a highway that seemed to be open and empty and took it. But that highway was in the Nibelungen.”

“They got attacked by Death Servitors while they were trying to escape. And then they ran into Odin. His dad told Johann to get into the car and drive away. And in our timeline, he did. He made it out, he joined Cassell. He met you... et cetera...”

“But when talked to this Johann... that’s not what happened. This Johann said, he was so concerned about his dad that he turned around and went back. He doesn’t remember what happened. Only that he opened his eyes and he saw Nono and he saw me.”

Nono’s voice interrupted us again. “Why is your hair still wet? Didn’t your mother teach you to dry your hair after a shower?”

He shifted a little, whispering more softly. “We entered the Nibelungen to try to find him. But we only found Odin. Long story short, Nono nearly died. I...” His voice dropped even further. “I had to go dragon to defeat him. And when I tore off the mask of Odin.. behind it was Johann Chu.”

“Johann...?” My face twisted with confusion.

Mingfei nodded slowly.

“How is... that... how can he BE Odin?” I sputtered.

“We’re still trying to figure that out. That’s why he’s scared of me and so attached to Nono. He remembers me as a dragon monster attacking him.” Mingfei’s eyes were sad.

Something about this story was wrong. “No.”

“No?” Mingfei blinked.

“I thought... Johann Chu was disappeared. You’re telling me that, he’s been here this whole time, stuck in Nibelungen? Then ... how is it that you remember him? I remember him... and Ru’Yi exists?”

Mingfei shook his head slowly.

“And... I know that... in the Nibelungen you can’t die, you just waste away and like shrivel up. He’s not shriveled. And he’s been there for years.... supposedly. I mean even if he’s only been there for a few months, he should be really skinny... right?” I looked up at him for confirmation.

Mingfei smiled. “Carli, in the car, you said, how does Johann disappearing make me suddenly good at basketball? That was a really good question because...” He laughed, “In what universe am I interested in sports? How does that even happen, I’m... I’m a gamer.”

I point at him. “Right!” Then I lowered my voice, glancing toward the cottage. “Right...”

“And... no offense but... Even if I had somehow not met Erii... I still would have gone after Nono...” He added. “I don’t think I would have married you.”

“According to Susie, I pursued you.”

Mingfei cringed.

“There’s something else. Something I haven’t told you. Not even as a member of Club S.” I leaned right against his ear and whispered. “I can time travel.”

Mingfei inhaled sharply. “Then... then why haven’t you? Carli... we can fix this.”

“No. You can’t alter the past. And even if I could, I wouldn’t do it.”

He leaned away from me, staring at me with a wide eyed look. “Why not? If you could change the past... then none of this would have to happen!”

“Because what you end up changing is the future you haven’t experienced yet.” I chewed my lip, lowering my head in shame. “I won’t get into the details, but the first time I time traveled, I wanted to stop Isaac Comemnus from dying. I never wanted to kill him.”

““Not only did I fail to prevent his death,” I pressed my lips together, fighting sorrow. “I set in motion events that would lead to my first child being sacrificed to Herzog.” I spat the words bitterly.

“The second time I time traveled? I went six months in the future. Just six months!” I whispered roughly, tears in my eyes. “And in so doing, I set in motion events that resulted in the deaths of my entire family.”

“You’re serious...” Mingfei froze in shock. “Are you saying... those things that happened to you are... blow back?”

Every god-tier Soul Skill came with consequences. Blow back, the consequences for using powerful Soul Skills, could even effect a Dragon King.

"Yes. The blowback for time travel. The slightest thing you do in the past brings extreme heartache.”

“You don’t think we can fix Johann?” Mingfei’s shoulder’s lowered.

“That’s not what I’m saying,” I replied. “I’m just telling you why I’m not going to try time travel to fix this. I’ve done it. It doesn’t work, and it’s awful. That’s my point. Plus you can’t change the past.”

“What Johann says he did shouldn’t be possible. You can’t just rewind your life like a tape and then overwrite the decisions you made in the past.”

Mingfei squinted, trying to follow. “Are you saying that... Johann Chu somehow -didn’t- turn around?”

I shifted looking back towards the garden. “What should have happened is this: Johann Chu goes to the past, finds the Nibelungen where his father died, and tries to save him as an adult. The child self should still drive away and leave Nibelungen.”

Mingfei rubbed his chin, humming thoughtfully.

“I thought that maybe we had an Avengers Endgame situation, where Johann Chu was literally taken out of the timeline by a Soul Skill and we were thrust somehow into a new dimension running parallel to the one we were from. But that��s not what happened according to Johann Chu himself. No one ‘took’ him. He made the decision to turn around which... which is ...” I tried to find the words. “I’m sorry that’s BS.”

Mingfei wheezed. “You’re going to teach your baby naughty words if you’re not careful.”

I chuckled. “I don’t care, you can’t do that! This isn’t like a video game where you can go back to a save point and do things over!”

Mingfei’s face suddenly turned pale and his smile faded.

“The only thing you can change is what happens going forward from the time you time traveled.” I paused, squinting at him. “Are you alright?”

Mingfei startled. “Yes! Yes!... uh... where were we...? “ He rolled his eyes upward. “So... The moment Johann went back in time. We should see consequences going forward.”

“Yes.”

“Meaning... this whole thing about people's memories of him being erased shouldn’t have happened.”

“Correct.”

He looked back down at me. “What do you think happened?”

I leaned forward to him, whispering furiously. “I have no idea! But unless there’s a different kind of time travel I don’t know about, this ain’t it!” I settled back. “The last thing I remember was Johann on the phone with me, video chatting when we lost connection. An hour later that’s when ... that’s when all this happened.”

Mingfei rubbed his chin again. “There’s no signal in Nibelungen. It’s possible he entered it at that point when the connection cut.”

“But he was on assignment in Norway, not near the Odin Nibelungen...”

“Ahhh....” Mingfei rubbed his hands in his hair frustrated. “None of this makes any sense!”

“Here’s what I do know. Johann Chu didn’t turn around to go save his father that day.” I stood up wrapping Ru’Yi in the blanket. “There’s some screwed up stuff going on here and when I find out who’s behind it, I’m going to kill him.”

Mingfei stood up and walked behind me, throwing one arm around me. “Get in line!”

When we walked back into the cottage, it was dark inside. The priest had already brought supplies for Ru’Yi and Johann and Nono were already asleep. My heart trembled anxiously at the thought of them sleeping so near each other.

“Where are you going to sleep?” I asked Mingfei.

I watched Mingfei’s mood drift downward into melancholy. He pulled out a bag of potato chips and beer from his supplies. “I’m not tired.” He sat down at the table and tore open the bag.

This was the second time I saw him drinking when he was sad and concern welled up in me. It was just like my Robbie had said when he started drinking when he was younger. He did it to cure his loneliness. If he had a six pack, he had friends and he could forget his troubles.

I walked over to Mingfei and slipped the beer can away from him. “You already h ad some of that tonight.”

Mingfei gave me a startlingly fierce glare. But then his expression softened. He sighed.

I let out the breath I’d been holding. “Wanna play cards?”

“Nah. You need to sleep.” Mingfei’s eyes shifted from the beer can to my face. “Carli?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re a real good friend.”

“I try.” I took the can of beer and put it back in the bag. “I’m taking this to bed with me.”

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doc-pickles · 4 years

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it’s nothing funny just to talk (p. 1)

What happens when you text that random number graffitied on a bathroom stall in your favorite bar? Jo Wilson is about to find out. - In which Bar Princess and Doctor Evil Spawn meet via text.

More Jolex on your timeline because y’all seemed to love what I posted before! Also I’ve posted this whole piece on AO3 as well so it might look familiar.

this idea came to me in a fever dream and i am not sorry that y'all have to deal with it. 99% of this fic will be in "texting" format, so be prepared for that.

Jo is regular Alex is italics

Saturday 11:04 PM

heeeeey is thiss doctor evil?

I gotta say ur phone sex namee needs sum weerk

u soud like a comic book village

fuck

village

VILLAIN

Who the hell is this? And how did you get my number?

i’m just a girl at thee bar!!!!

Joe’s Bar?

noooooo

i’m at enerlad city bar

You didn’t answer my question.

u asked a quesitoon?

whata was it?

i’m goos at takifjg tests

How’d you get my number?

it qas in the bathrooom!!!

it said “for a good tiem txt dr evil spawne”

so I did

I am ready to havee fun

You’re drunk, obviously, and I’m going to have to kill Cristina for putting my number up.

ooooooh is thatt ur girleifnd?

hirlefiend

girlfriend**

Wow you’re really gone. And hell no, she’s my roommate. One of them.

ooooh how many do u hav

roomees not girlfriends

Three. Two girls and a dude.

intereeesting...

well it’s tome for fireball shoots

steph is yeeling at me 4 txting too much

goodbey doctor eviel apawn!!

Oh lord. Tell Steph you need water. Or an IV.

I’ve got her. she’s throwing up on her shoes. thanks doctor. - steph

Sunday 10:11 AM

You know you’re pretty funny, Bar Girl.

jesus christ what fucking time is it?!

10 AM

I’m assuming you have a massive hangover.

hold on I can’t hear you over the sound of me vomiting

TMI as the kids say these days.

what’re you a grandpa or something??

No I just don’t know how to use text lingo. Except WTF. I know that one very well.

quick question

who the fuck are you?

Dr. Evil Spawn. You found my name graffitied in the bathroom of Emerald City Bar.

holy shit

I thought I dreamed that... WHAT THE FUCK

Nope. I’m real.

holy shit i’m so sorry

my texts were so annoying

Who hurt you? I mean you were shitfaced, I’m assuming someone broke your heart into tiny pieces.

the opposite actually, I was at a bachelorette party

not mine, i’m so single it hurts

Ahhh that makes sense. So you got shitfaced in solidarity?

exactly you get it

you seem like you’d be the DD at a bachelorette party

Well seeing as I’m a dude I don’t do Bachelorette parties.

Well I did go to one, but that’s a different story.

hmmm you seem like a very interesting man doctor evil spawn

going to bachelorette parties, living with women who aren’t your girlfriend

OMG ARE YOU DATING THE GUY YOU LIVE WITH?!

George? No absolutely not. And before you ask, my other girl roommate is gay.

so you’re single?

i’m only asking so when you murder me the police have as much information as possible

Haha very funny. I would be a terrible murderer.

you didn’t answer my question

Fine. Yes I’m single.

i’ll note that in the “serial killer file” i’m building

gotta go, I have to do work :/

Have fun, don’t die.

Sunday 8:38 PM

Arizona is trying to set me up on a blind date.

who’s arizona?

My gay roommate. She wants me to meet this “bubbly blonde” she knows from her pilates class.

ahhhh. why don’t you go?

Bubbly blonde is not my type. Sounds like she’ll spend the whole date talking about how much she loves dogs or her knitting hobby.

Plus she does pilates, that tells me more than enough.

you’re making some good points. I don’t pity you.

You better not. How was work?

the longest day of my life

it was just paperwork, I don’t actually work on the weekends

What do you do?

hmmmm that’s exactly what a serial killer would say

i’m an elementary school teacher

Oh so you sing and dance and paint pictures all day?

what school did you go to?

were working on multiplication tables and basic photosynthesis tomorrow

Wow that sounds like a lot.

it’s may, ive got three weeks of school left so I have to cram all the crap we didn’t cover into these last few weeks

Ahhh that sounds more accurate.

and what do you do?

besides text strangers that you don’t know

I’m a pediatrician.

oh so you make kids cry and wipe snotty noses all day? two can play at that game

Well we both have to deal with snotty noses sooo...

I GET IT!! Doctor Evil Spawn!!

why evil spawn though?

I wasn’t this nice when I started med school. My personality is an acquired taste.

ha! that’s a funny joke.

so if you’re a fancy schmancy doctor why do you live with three other people?

I’m only a resident, not making the big bucks yet. Everyone else is a doctor too.

are they all pediatricians?

No. Arizona is too but Cristina is a cardiologist and George is a trauma specialist.

interesting!! I too live with my coworkers. it’s not fun.

the table is always covered in craft supplies.

Well I can never read the grocery list on the fridge. Stupid doctors script...

oh that’s a classic. you’re pretty funny Dr. Evil Spawn

Thanks Bar Girl.

I gotta go. monday tomorrow and you know how fourth graders can be. night!!

Night .

Monday 9:47 AM

there’s not enough coffee in the world for monday mornings.

Monday 10:52 AM

Sorry I was yelling at the interns. We have a decent coffee cart here. Keeps me alive. Are you texting in class?

no it was recess

now they’re at spanish class

i’m not totally irresponsible

Oh good to know the future of America is in good hands. Teacher Princess is “not totally irresponsible”

teacher princess?

Well, Cinderella lost her shoe, you puked on yours. Same thing.

wooooooooow

that was so uncalled for...

I thought it was funny. Gotta go set a broken arm.

broken arm vs. adverbs... can we switch? have fun lol

Monday 3:26 PM

I don’t even think I know what an adverb is.

how did you become a doctor??

Don’t need to know adverbs to fix a couple broken bones and snuffy noses.

oh darn I should’ve gone to school for seven more years then

Haha. How were the adverbs?

better than expected, grading papers while I wait for my roomies to be done

we carpool, saving the environment and shit

Okay Eco Warrior.

you text like a 60 year old man

you’re not a 60 year old man are you?

No I’m a 28 year old man though

28 a doctor and you’re single? your personality must be worse than you described

I’m a busy man, I don’t have time to settle down. And I have no desire to.

yet you have time to text a complete stranger?

hmmmm interesting...

Ouch, that one hurt Princess.

steph is making me socialize with the other teachers

if I don’t respond, they killed me or dragged me to an essential oil party

Hahahaha

Monday 5:18 PM

Did you get roped into a pyramid scheme?

nooo but therew as wine

I should sotp drunk texting you so often

It makes your presence that much more entertaining. And bearable.

woah woah dude

i’m a gem

I can tell. Elementary school teacher with a heart of gold.

awwww your too sweet tome

It’s a Monday. Who the hell gets drunk on a Monday?

teachers

we deserve it

You’re a teacher and you’re single and still going to Bachelorette parties. You’re what, 23?

i’m 25 and i’m doing greta thanks you very nuch

cnat believe that i’m supplying my perosnal info to a serial killer

What makes you so sure that I’m a mass murderer?

ur weird nickname and ur intimate knowledge of the himan body

Mmm yes well a good amount of women do find themselves screaming around me often. Or under me. On top of me...

omg are you sending me dirty jokes

you’re crazy

What can I say.

Gotta go, I’m on call tonight. Get to bed safe, Bar Princess.

mmmkay thanks Doc

Wednesday 11:29 AM

What do you think is worse: School lunch or hospital food?

hospital food, no doubt

thursday is mac and cheese day here... I could bathe in that stuff

We have Spaghetti Wednesday but that’s the only good thing here.

mmm how depressing

the teachers do a pot luck once a month and that’s always good

the art teacher next door to me makes the BEST blueberry muffins.

Lucky. All I get here is vending machine cookies. Anything interesting happening in the elementary world?

a first grader got lice last week so naturally we all have it now

I had to chop off six inches of my hair

Holy crap. Lice can be vicious, be thankful you didn’t have to shave your head.

it feels like I did, my hair hasn’t been above my shoulders since the backstreet boys were still touring

Wow. I’m glad to know you’re well cultured.

of course I am

gotta go, kids are back from music class

Don’t be too hard on them, they deserve a break every once in awhile.

Thursday 3:06 PM

Incoming Voice Call

“Jenna you forgot your lunch pail. Have a good day!”

“Hello?”

“Hi Mrs. Peters. I didn’t grade Henry’s test yet, I’ll have it tomorrow. Thanks bye!”

“Helloooo?”

“Steph I gotta grab my things, I’ll be there in a seco- oh shit. Hello?”

“Bar Princess?”

“Doctor Evil Spawn? I must’ve butt dialed you, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay I... I don’t mind the interruption. Are you leaving work?”

“Just about, we’re wrapping up the solar system and I have to bring home the diorama.”

“I was never good at the models, I prefer working with the real thing.”

“Oh ho, a man that works with his hands. I can appreciate that.”

“You know now we’re officially talking and we still don’t know each other’s names.”

“Well around here I’m Miss Wilson, but you can call me Jo.”

“Jo. Hmm I like chicks with dudes names. I’m Dr. Karev but you can call me Alex.”

“Well nice to kinda meet you Alex. I’ll talk to you soon, I gotta get out of here.”

“Talk to you later.”

Thursday 4:34 PM

I wouldn’t mind if you were my teacher.

how did I know you’d send me something along those lines

I’m predictable. I’m still calling you Bar Princess.

as you wish doctor evil spawn

I get to assist on a surgery today. Tonsillectomy.

like removing tonsils? that’s awesome

for you, not for the kid

Oh she’ll be fine, she gets ice cream and jello for a week.

okay yeah I might be jealous of her now

id love to be off work for a week and have you waiting on me hand and foot

the ice cream is a nice bonus

You think that’s my job?

well you said you aren’t making the big bucks yet so.... yeah

Keep dreaming. I’ll talk to you later, gotta scrub in.

have fun!!!!

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immoralfag · 4 years

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Bokuroo week 2020, Day 2.

music/dancing

i forgot to at the page for this in my first post, and now ive re-made this one ahhh anyway here’s my second contribution to the week : 00 ao3 @bokurooweek

It starts the first night they were both finally home at the same time, Tetsurou prides himself in knowing Bokuto Koutarou backwards and forwards in every sense of the word, they’ve been together for three years, living together for two of those years.

They both travel for what they love and it takes a lot for both of them to be in the same place, it means the world to him every time it happens, that they both happen to be home at the same time.

But this, this is weird.

For the four hours they’ve both been home, give or take a few minutes, Tetsurou has caught Koutarou humming to himself twice, twice. It wouldn’t be nearly as weird if he were outright singing, Koutarou sings all the time, so much so that he does it in the shower, making breakfast, driving, reading, getting ready for bed, any time he can sing he’s pretty much singing, whether it’s a long or to some song stuck in his head he sings often.

The thing that’s really irking him right now, not even the humming its the song, it sounds familiar, that in itself wouldn’t be weird if they didn’t have such different music tastes, Koutarou tends to stick to the stuff he hears all the time, pop music, the few alt rocks, the one-off rap song, hell even country music if he hears the song enough.

But for him, Tetsurou, he can’t stand listening to songs on the radio, if he doesn’t know the song he can’t do anything, it happens that he listens to a lot of the stuff he grew up listening to, songs his father played around the house, video game music Kenma played around him, music his grandmother listened to, whereas Koutarou listens to a song once and sings it hours later like it’s his favourite song in the world. It’s something he loves about Koutarou, but there’s not a lot of overlap in their music, Koutarou listens to his stuff and he listens to his, and if there’s music playing at the apartment it’s Koutarou’s, stuff he mostly tunes out.

It’s shocking when he walks into the kitchen and Koutarou’s humming a tune he knows, and what makes things worse, as soon as he steps foot in the kitchen he stops. Like he’s ashamed to be caught humming, even though Koutarou isn't the type of person to do that, at least not around him.

So he tries to brush it off, doesn’t think anything of it until he walks into the bedroom and it happens again, there was humming in the hall and as soon as he steps into the bedroom it stops, he drops his bags on the bed, looking over at Koutarou who's putting clean clothes up on hangers in their closet, he doesn’t think twice before he’s crossing the room and wrapping his arms around his waist hooking his chin over his shoulder.

Koutarou leans into him, not stopping putting clothes away, he watches a moment, before he asks. “You ok, babe?”

“Yep! Why wouldn’t I be?” Koutarou seems normal, not any weird tint to his voice, nothing showing in his hands, only struggling with a few of his shirts that have softer fabric.

“Hmm.. ok.”

Koutarou stops, interlacing their fingers, letting the shirt fall from the hanger to the floor, finally giving up. “You ok?”

“Yes?” it comes out more of a question than he wanted it to, but he leaves it. Dropping his hands from around his waist and goes back to unpacking.

Ignoring the look Koutarou sends him, he goes back to unpacking; unpacking his few belongings he left with along with a few shirts he had to pick up along the way, throwing a few in the laundry, he turns to hang up shirts to find him still looking at him, Tetsurou raises an eyebrow all he does, in turn, is holding out his hand for the shirts, he hands them over pressing a kiss to his cheek in thanks, he leaves, he stands in the hall back to the wall waiting, nothing happens.

He sighs and retires to the kitchen to start dinner, wiping the thoughts from his mind,

Dinner ends up being eaten in the living room, pretty much sitting on one another trying to catch up on all the shows they watch. Tetsurou almost falls asleep on the couch at around 1 AM, Koutarou still commenting softly to himself about the show, he tries to listen as much as he can, but his eyes feel so heavy.

He doesn’t notice the room is quiet until Koutaro is shaking him gently, opening his eyes halfway he looks up at him, who smiles softly at him, “You should get into bed, baby.”

He whines, pushing his face into his stomach, “I gotta get my stuff out of the laundry.” He doesn’t think he can move, he’s so warm and comfortable. Koutarou laughs, running a hand through his hair, which makes him lean into his touch.

“Hmm, I can do it. I gotta put my stuff in the dryer anyway, you just get ready for bed.”

He nods begrudgingly, it takes a few tries to get up, and a little help from his lovely boring but before long he’s off to brush his teeth, it’s only after that he’s washed his face and brushed his teeth, that he remembers he put his only comfortable pair of pyjamas in the dryer hours earlier.

With a sigh he sets off to the laundry room, he stops in his tracks out in the hall when he hears it though, it takes him a moment to realize that he does, in fact, knows the song he’s singing, so much so that, it’s one of the ones that his grandmother used to play, her playing it when she’d talk about an old flame she had back in America the one year she went, years before she met his grandfather, all with a far off tone, talking of blue eyes and blond hair, when she’d get quiet singing along as best she could in English.

“Oh, come back to me, darling, you’ll see. I can give you all the things that you wanted before…”

“If you’ll stay with me..”

Tetsurou stands there, heart in his throat, he doesn’t think as he escapes to the bedroom, kicking off his pants to his boxers and laying down on his side, closing his eyes tightly. All he can see is his grandmother who’s know long dead, singing that song well she baked, and him listening to every word with rapt attention, it was one of the reasons he learned English, anything to be closer to her, the years he had with her were short and few but he loved her, he remembers how heartbroken his father had been when she’d passed when he was ten. How he wouldn’t get up out of bed for weeks, and how his grandfather was there every day for months soon moving in with them soon after.

He wants to say that he’s unaffected by the song being sung by Koutarou, but he’s not he squeezes his eyes shut turning on to his side, he opens his eyes to fumble with his side lamp, everything is thrown into darkness on his side, he closes his eyes, even if he feels more awake than ever.

He doesn't think he’ll sleep tonight, so he waits and waits. He knows logically it hasn’t been that long since he left the hall, but it feels like hours before he hears the door creak open followed by Koutarou’s weight settle in next to him.

Koutarou shuffles a moment, before he’s pressed against his back arm around him, his breath on the back of his neck lulls him to a sense of security. He feels himself sink into the warmth as much as he doesn’t want to think about the song he does, the words sounding all too close to home, and something in him aches, hoping that to Koutarou it’s just a song, and nothing more, and that’s not how he’s feeling.

He almost doesn’t hear what he says, he feels it on his back before he registers the words, “You sure you’re okay?”

He nods stiffly, before he gulps and verbally replies, “Yes.” he doesn’t know how to get the other words he wants to say out and not just a stream of gibberish.

“You sure?”

He shakes his head no, he almost worries he did something wrong when he feels Koutarou’s arms unwinding from around his middle until he feels his hand tap on his shoulder twice telling him to turn on to his side.

He keeps his eyes down to Koutarou’s chest, watching him breathe deeply and slowly, he doesn’t dare look into his eyes because he doesn’t think he can take it.

His hand is still on his arm, rubbing up and down his arm in a soothing matter, he feels himself relax into the touch.

“What’s going on, you’ve been weird since you got back.”

He waves that off, he had felt fine until he heard the song, if not a little weirded out by the sudden humming but even that could be played off as one of Koutarou’s moods. It’s always a little weird at first when they get back, just being back in the apartment is weird. Hell not having a game to think of is the oddest about being back, having weeks at a time to relax and do their own training on their own time.

“It's umm… why were you singing that song?” it comes out weakly and nothing how he wanted to, and he can’t make himself look up into those eyes.

Koutarou is quiet for a second. He nearly looks up to see if something is wrong, “What song?”

He snorts feeling lighter, at least that’s the same, the absolute unknowingness of when he’s singing or what he’s singing.

“The one in the laundry room.”

He can pretty much hear the cogs turning in his brain as he tries to work out what song he was singing, “OH” he shouts, he winces, Koutarou pats his arm in apology, “right!”

Now it’s Koutarou’s turn to be quiet, this time he does look up and he comes face to face with a very distressed Koutarou, he’s biting his lip and avoiding looking at him, his hand stilling on his arm.

“I---ummm…”

“What?”

“It’s embarrassing.” he grumbles, when he goes to bite his nails, he stops the hand, putting it on Koutarou’s face and rubbing along his cheekbone forgetting all about his own needs and trying to comfort him.

“I’m sure it’s not nearly as embarrassing as you think if I remember correctly there was this one time in high school that was a lot more---” he jokes before he's rudely interrupted.

“No, no, no.” Koutarou says all too quickly, covering Tetsurou’s mouth with his hand, looking at him with pleading eyes, making him grin under his hand.

God, he missed him. He’s not looking forward to the next time he leaves.

Taking hold of Koutarou’s wrist he pulls it off his mouth and holds that hand to his chest, he knows his heart his beating wildly, but he doesn't care as he stares into Koutarou’s eyes, which makes his heart ache more, him looking sad and far away, even though he’s finally, finally right there.

He thinks he has to say more to get him to talk, but he shushes him when he opens his mouth. Koutarou looks away for a second, before his eyes settle on him once more, so intense with love that Tetsurou feels it in his bones.

“I sometimes…” he goes quiet, he waits. “I listen to your playlist when we’re apart… because it feels like you’re there.” he all but mumbles the last bit, he almost doesn’t hear it, the words make his heart soar, he can’t help the totally lovesick smile that comes over his face.

And Koutarou would know that if he wasn’t looking down at their hands where they’re still held to his chest. “I love you.” he blurts out before he can think of a good reply, it shocks Koutarou so much that he looks up at him, and when he sees the look on his face a matching smile comes to his face, crooked and perfect.

“I love you too.”

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The Joker x Reader - “Mommy” Part 3

It was a well known fact The Joker’s girlfriend left him with four young children and disappeared. It was also known that his ex stepped up and took care of them even if she didn’t have to. The King of Gotham might have lost his woman, but he never lost his Queen.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4 Part 5

After 2 months

The Joker is alone in the VIP room, enjoying his solitude; he ordered everyone to clear the premises and wait outside since his business meeting ended earlier than expected. Out of the blue, the cell alerts of a new message. J slides the screen and a picture with you and Mia laughing pops up: you are both wearing matching headbands with yellow flowers, identical pearl necklaces and PJ’s made from the same fabric.

He barely smiles, when a new picture with you and now all the boys added in the frame pops up, apparently ready for bed. The Joker’s smile gets a little bit wider, then after a few seconds it disappears under the usual frown. He starts texting something back but changes his mind and erases the words, staring at the images one more time before placing the phone inside his pocket.

At the penthouse, you didn’t even wait for a reply since J never comments when you send him pics with the children; you get notifications they were seen and I guess that’s the best you’ll ever get.

“Kase honey, stop jumping on the bed, it’s time to sleep, ok?”

The four years old is still energetic so he keeps on jumping, chanting your name:

“Mo-mmy! Mo-mmy!!! Mo-mmyyy!!!”

“Kasey, be good and listen to me!” you try to make him behave while exiting his room with a clear purpose: taking Mia to her crib. The baby girl fell asleep in your arms, resting her head on your good shoulder. You are really not supposed to hold the kids or lift them up since it will take a while to completely heal from the injury you sustained, yet sometimes you can’t help it.

You carefully place her in the cradle, sneaking up into the room next door to make sure the twins are still dozing off. Thank goodness they are and you close the door to their bedroom, immediately rushing to Kase’s room when you hear the thud followed by crying.

The boy was hopping up and down when he accidentally moved too much towards the edge of the bed and landed on the floor right on his face. The carpet is soft but the impact scared him nevertheless.

“My poor little man,” you pick him up, worried he might have broken something.

Kase whimpers and hugs you, searching for comfort. You kiss the child’s head and caress his back, soothing the pain.

“Are you ok?” you wipe his tears, making him sit on the bed while you analyze him.

“Y-yes…” he stutters, sniffling.

“Then why are you crying honey?” you ask, cupping his face and the answer makes you hold in the laugh.

“Don’t know, mommy…”

“You’re silly,” you kiss his cheek, happy nothing bad happened. “You want me to read you a bedtime story?”

“U-hum, “ he nods, distracted by the offer. You get Kase under the covers and snuggle with him, reading until he falls asleep. And the busy day you had catches up with you, making you snooze in there before you have a chance to go to your own bedroom.

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

“Y/N…Y/N, wake up!” The Joker shakes you and finally gets a reaction; he’s been calling your name and you didn’t even hear his first attempts.

“What time is it?” you turn towards him and Kase instinctively moves closer, searching for the warmth of your body.

“It’s 2 in the morning. Come on, hurry up, we have to go: it smells like gas downstairs, I think we have a gas leak!”

“Jesus!” you wake up in an instant, pulling Kase in your arms and struggling to get up; your shoulder hurts since you carried Mia around yesterday. “I’ll take him, go to the car!” he wraps his son in the blanket, not fazed by the protesting moans.

“Dadddddyyyyy,” the boy yawns, closing his eyes, upset with the ruckus.

“You’re fine, brat !” J lifts him higher in his arms and follows you. You want to get the other kids, but some of the henchmen are already helping, having them in blankets and heading towards the elevator. The gas detector is beeping in a frenzy but you were so exhausted you had no clue.

“Yuck, the smell,” you cover your nose, waiting for J to catch up with you. “Are we going to my house until this is taken care of?”

“I suppose so,” he growls and you know why: The Joker hates your house, always complains it’s too small.

Situated on the property you use as the children’s playground – 3 bedrooms, 3 bathrooms, a large living room and a spacious kitchen- the one level home is more than enough when needed. Since you live mostly at the penthouse, you never feel the need to upgrade. Usually the boys sleep in one bedroom and you sleep with Mia, this way J has his own room. If he’s not coming to stay when you take the kids there, you move Aiden and Zane to their father’s bedroom. Simple and easy.

Not for The King of Gotham though. “Simple and easy” are not his thing.

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

“It’s cold in this stupid house!” J complains as soon as he enters the master bedroom where you gathered all the kids in the same bed, waiting for the central heating to warm up the house.

“You know I don’t have the heat on when we’re not here; it’s not safe. Be patient, it will get hot soon,” the reply attempts to explain the obvious situation.

“Gimme 2 kids, I need to warm up. I’ll take them to my bedroom!” he gestures towards the twins.

The two year olds are not excited about their dad’s strategy: they are cranky and whiney because they got woken up in the middle of the night and transported to another location. They hold on to you, burying their faces in the pillows.

“Hugging all the kids, hm?” J snarls, irritated. No other choice but to crawl in the big bed also.

You choose not to comment: how is this your fault?!

The Joker snatches Mia that is sleeping in your arms and places her on top of him, moving Kase to his left, this way he has some bodies around to warm up with.

“That’s better,” he grumbles, covering everyone with an extra blanket. Kase reaches for you, wanting to go back to the spot next to his mother but J won’t have any of it:

“Stop wiggling and sleep!”

“I want my mommy,” his son complains and The Joker gets mad:

“What am I, decoration?! She’s literally a few inches away!”

“Kase, go to sleep honey, ok?” you plead, touched by how much the children love you. “Mommy’s here.”

In about 30 minutes the house reaches a comfortable temperature and J tiptoes out of crowded bed, wanting the privacy of his own room.

You keep on tossing and turning; your shoulder aches and you’ll definitely need some pain killers if you want to be able to rest. You slowly move away from the kids, not wanting to startle them. It’s so sweet to see the four innocent souls peacefully dreaming, curled up under the cozy fleece blankets.

“J, are you still awake?” you knock at his door.

“Yes, come in,” he turns on the lamp, curious on why you’re still up. You open the door and step inside.

“My shoulder hurts and I forgot the painkillers at the penthouse. Can we send…”

“I have your med,” he shows you his coat on the chair. “Upper pocket.”

“Oh, that’s awesome!” you sigh, digging in there and retrieving the much needed remedy. ”Thank you.”

“Here,” he dismisses your gratitude, handing over the bottle of water kept on the nightstand.

You swallow 2 tablets, taking a deep breath when the sharp pain pokes at the surgery site.

“Get in,” The Joker slides on the sheets, making space for you.

You almost choke on the water and he rolls his eyes.

“Are you afraid I’m gonna take advantage of you?”

“No,” you hesitantly debate on his proposition, confused about it.

“Then get in,” he reinforces his will. “Don’t look at me like that!” J glares in your direction, not a big fan of that intrigued expression on your face.

You listen to him though and comply.

“What did the doctor say? Do you need more blood transfusions?” he starts the conversation as soon as you are next to him. You bite on your lip, nodding a no. “Well, if you do let me know, alright?”

“OK…” you agree, perfectly aware on why he’s interested: after all the blood loss you sustained with the stabbing, you needed more to replenish what was depleted. They had you hooked up to the IV ready to go, when J had a fit because the doctor didn’t notify him of the procedure. The Clown Prince of Crime was furious he wasn’t asked to donate blood: he’s a universal donor, a match for all blood types. Of course the medical team had to apologize and be thankful they weren’t killed on the spot.

They also had to listen to his rant about how generously rewarded they were for being allowed to take care of the mother of his children and how they couldn’t even keep him updated on your condition. That was the first time you heard him talk like that and it was hard to hold in the tears: it made you aware he did appreciate the sacrifices his ex-girlfriend made over the years while taking care of his babies. The Joker just never showed it; he’s not that kind of person.

Needless to say you do have his blood running through your veins now. And you could have more if necessary.

You stare at each other in silence: you have a feeling there’s a purpose to his behavior.

“Why did you remove the tattoo?” J unexpectedly blurs out.

Ahhh, there we go: that’s why you were cordially invited to stay; he wants to talk about stuff bothering him. Might as well since you want to take a few things off your chest also.

You answer with a question:

“Why would I want my ex boyfriend’s name on my skin?!”

“I worked on that tattoo for weeks! It was perfect, my best one !” J cuts you off.

It’s always about him, of course.

“We weren’t together anymore, no point in keeping it…”

“I worked on it !!!”

This is not going well.

“The lack of a tattoo doesn’t…”

“I spent weeks on that ink!” he interrupts again.

But you can’t hold in your own escalating anger:

“Why did you always bring Anya back?! Why did you tolerate her behavior?! Why did you keep on getting her pregnant?! She was horrible! And you didn’t want to have any children with me when we were together ! I would have been a great mother!!”

You lick you lips, running out of breath after the valid outburst. The Joker’s eyes have a sudden threatening sparkle, not expecting you’ll turn the tables on him.

“I don’t have to explain myself to you !” he grumbles, annoyed. “But I have to?!” you fight back, more and more upset. “Why…” and your voice breaks…”Why did you like her so much?…”

“I don’t like anybody!” he mutters through his silver teeth.

“You did like her a lot, it’s obvious…” you sadly smile. “And she neglected the kids, almost killed her own daughter… She never cared about you either…So…why did you like her so much?” you persist, unwilling to quit. At this point there’s no use: you are both fired up.

“Get out of here!” his menacing voice shrieks. “Get out before I might do something I can’t take back !” he pushes you away, struggling to contain his temper. “OUT!”

You don’t budge and J continues to violently shove you towards the end of the bed.

“Get out I said !” he pants, provoked by your rebellious behavior.

You don’t even feel the shoulder pain anymore or anything else for the matter.

“Why did you like her so much?” you repeat and he covers your mouth, rolling on top of you. The Joker realizes you’re not attempting to escape his grip; you just gaze at him without squirming.

“Get out of my sight!” J hisses, annoyed at your apathy; you’ve been in charge of his security for years, he knows you can defend yourself.

Why don’t you?

He lifts himself up a bit in order to give you one last nudge that will make you fall off the bed, when your arms tightly wrap around his neck, pulling him back on top of you.

“Why did you like her so much?” you forcefully hold him close when J wants to escape the embrace. “Why did you like her more than me?” you whisper in his ear and start crying, unable to suppress the burning question you wanted to ask for years. “I was loyal, I really loved you and never cheated,” your shaky voice makes him pay attention. “And you still broke up with me. And I didn’t object continuing to work for you when you asked. And I took care of your children when you asked,” you start sobbing and his face is buried in your neck, still mad yet listening. “You told me you trust me and that I never stopped being the Queen…Queen of what?” you lift his head up so you can look at him.“Queen of nothing?” and the tears keep on uncontrollably stream down your cheeks, your heart aching a hundred times more than the stabbing wound.

The Joker doesn’t bother to react or protest when you finally slide from under him, catching your breath while sitting at the edge of the bed. You wipe your eyes and prepare to go back to the kids just as his words barely make it out:

“You’re my children’s Queen and The Queen of this city. And…and my Queen since I can’t find a better one I can trust…”

Instead of making you happy, the sentences deepen your gloomy mood. J gets under the covers, turning his back on you, done with it all. He senses you scooting over closer to him until your steady breath lingers on his neck.

“Why are you still here?” he grouchily mutters and he feels your lips pressing on his shoulder.

“You want me to go?” you sigh. “Or…can I stay?”

“Suit yourself,” he reaches for the lamp and turns it off, not opposing to your left hand finding its way around his waist.

You’re almost napping when The Joker reopens the discussion:

“If by some miracle one of these days you manage to keep a man and get married, you still have to take care of the children; that’s an order !” he spits out with a hateful tone.

“ I really love your children; I couldn’t abandon them,” you cling to him more, somehow comforted when your hand is being moved from around his waist and kissed after a few seconds.

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

The next day he avoids you.

You spend a lot of time outside on the porch, watching the kids play in the snow: even if is mid-February, there is plenty left for them to enjoy.

“Mommy… for you,” Zane gives you a snow ball, excited it made you smile. Mia is chewing one of her toys, cozy on the thick blanket she’s placed on at your feet.

“Thank you baby,” you kiss his nose, making sure to button up his jacket one more time. He likes to unbutton it; surely takes after his father, can’t keep stuff buttoned up. The thought gives you a sudden boost of positivity while watching him run back to his brothers. Aiden trips him and they both fall to the ground laughing, Kase trying to squeeze in between them because he wants to join in the fun.

“Don’t hurt yourselves !” you shout, the maternal instinct surfacing for the millionth time today and you help Mia up, the cute Princess standing without too much help; pretty soon she’ll be able to walk on her own.

You peak behind you through the huge glass windows, seeing The Joker talking to Frost. The King of Gotham is fast to throw something in the trash can, visibly irritated.

“Mommy, look !” Aiden yells, showing you the wall of snow he’s starting to build with his siblings.

“Good job honey!” you praise, waving at the boys and J steps outside, crabby disposition noticeable from a mile away. “Hey, did Frost tell you how long it will be until we can return to the penthouse?” you’re curious to find out since you hardly spoke to him since this morning.

“At least one week,” he growls, displeased at the news. “The pipes need to be replaced at the lower level. Only one duct was leaking, but they want to change all of them for safety.”

“That makes sense,” you grunt and lift Mia up, The Joker scolding:

“You’re not supposed to do that !”

“I know, I know,” you agree and he gestures for her. After finding herself in his arms, the little girl starts munching on his coat’s collar, babbling words that almost resemble “mama” and “dada”.

“Greeeat, another one to chew my ears off,” he frowns and it doesn’t go well with you.

“Why do you have to take the joy out of everything? Aren’t you happy Mia will walk and talk soon?” you sulk, not understanding why he can’t appreciate the little things.

Sarcasm follows:

“Sure, why wouldn’t I be? It’s something a kid never did before, right? Pfft,” he scoffs, ”you’re the one that got emotional when each kid learned to walk and speak; I don’t get the hype.”

“Of course you don’t,” you grumble, concluding the children must be hungry after playing for so long. “Darlings, come inside; it’s time to eat!”

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

You stop drinking your tea and elbow J, making him pay attention to the touching scene taking place at the kids’ table: the boys are eating and feeding their little sister also. Kase is actually standing, holding her hand and she nibbles on the chicken nugget offered by Aiden. As soon as Mia starts chewing, the boys eat some more too, waiting for her to finish what she has in her mouth.

Your eyes get teary; even if they did it before, you find it irresistibly adorable.

“That’s very cute,” you gulp, getting ready to help. The boys can mostly feed themselves, yet their mom’s intervention is more than welcomed.

J smirks, quietly adding more salad to his dish.

You head over to the counter, wanting to dump leftovers from your plate in the garbage can before helping the kids. The small box resting on top of the trash is discretely taking out by a curious Y/N. Is this what he threw in there earlier?!

You open it and hold your breath: it’s a gold bracelet; a simple circle beaded with a few diamonds, engraved with plain, meaningful words:

To: Mommy

From: Kase, Aiden, Zane and Mia

J hears you sniffling behind him and turns his head to see what’s going on. You hold the bracelet in the palm of your hand, speechless.

“Why is this in the garbage?!” you bite your cheek. “Help me put in on please.”

He doesn’t seem willing to fulfill your demand.

“I had no clue you dig in the trash now! Is it a part time job?” he mocks, cranky you found the customized gift he ordered eight days ago and decided to dispose of.

“Help me put it on,” you disregard his bitterness and J nags:

“It’s a gold hoop, easy to use, no clasp or nothing.”

“I want you to help me… please…”

That’s the point: you want him to do it.

“You’re annoying !” he yanks at you wrist, gliding the bracelet against the soft skin.

“Daaadddy, I’m thirsty,” Zane whines, coming over with his empty cup.

“Oh goody, someone finally needs me!” The Joker’s sassiness escalates for no reason.

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

You creep inside his bedroom without knocking and lean your back against the closed door, waiting.

“Can I sleep here?” you utter, not looking his way.

“It’s your house, isn’t it?” the indirect invitation follows and you crawl in the bed by him, keeping a safe distance. “We can fit the twins between us; why aren’t you coming closer? Or are you scared you won’t be able to behave?”

You actually giggle, surprised you feel nervous.

“I think I’m alright, ” and you bring your body near his, cuddling like you used to years ago when you were together.

“Here’s the thing Y/N,” The Joker lifts your chin up. “If you sense any activity bellow my waist, don’t flatter yourself. It’s just a natural reaction due to the closeness. Are you…are you fucking blushing when I’m just messing with you?!” he teases and you feel your cheeks burning.

“I’m not blushing,” you whisper, embarrassed at your stupid vulnerability.

“You totally are,” J grins and you are aware it’s true. You wiggle in his arms, cautiously considering your next words. The smile perishes on his lips when you ask:

“J…Can you make love to me?”

He looks surprised and you feel awkward.

“That was dumb to say,” you patch your mistake with a fake, clumsy laugh.

“Of course I can,” The Joker’s face comes really close to yours. “The question is if I want to.”

“Well,” you gulp, “do you want to?…”

“Maybe…” he gropes you, thinking. Or is he just pretending?

“Moommyyyyyy,” is heard from the next bedroom, Aiden starting to cry because he probably had a nightmare.

“Such a missed opportunity,” J chuckles and you get out of bed in a hurry, but he grabs your hand, squeezing it before releasing the hold: “Come back afterwards.”

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The children weren’t used to find their mommy sleeping in the same room with their father, but that changed two years ago. They don’t know what it means, but one thing’s for sure: they love coming in the master bedroom at the penthouse and jump on the bed, waking up both parents and horsing around all morning until The Joker hides under the pillows, displeased with the noise.

Mommy never complains though; she always shows her affection and lets them touch her growing belly, telling them their new sister is in there. So fascinating for the kids! And they are getting more and more impatient, especially the little girl: she was told she will be the big sister and it sounds like an important task.

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“Baby?” the three years old Mia’s squeaky voice inquires, excited and curious to see such a tiny doll in your arms.

“Yes honey, this is your sister Emma,” you smile, pecking her forehead. You are sitting on the floor with the kids around you and they are seeing their sister for the first time.

“Waahhhh, she’s so cute,” Kase caresses the small head, mesmerized.

“Can I kiss her?” Zane claps his hands, puckering his lips.

“Sure,” you agree and Aiden wants to do the same.

“Me too!” the oldest kisses her also and Mia pushes him away, pouting:

“She’s my sissy!”

“Hey, hey, no fighting! Emma is everybody’s, ok?” you try to alleviate the quarrel, amused it’s already starting. It took like…40 seconds for the rivalry to surface.

“Look daaa’yy, baby!” Mia snickers, presenting Emma to her father like some kind of treasure. He’s been sitting at his desk, watching their reactions. You smile, softly rocking the new born when it fusses from the commotion.

“I know, I made her,” he sneers, winking and the kids are completely absorbed by the new addition to the family.

“Can I hold her?” Zane extends his arms and you carefully place Emma in his grip, holding both of them so he won’t drop her.

You notice the Joker is the proud possessor of a very arrogant aura and you know why: he’s been bragging all afternoon that he makes very cute babies and no matter how the mom looks like, he compensates for the deficit. Such nonsense!

But the annoying truth is that he does make beautiful babies.

“Mommy, can I hold her too?” Aiden begs, getting you out of daze.

“Sure can,” you nod, wondering when the jealousy will actually kick in.

You are definitely prepared for the challenge: this might have been your first pregnancy, but it’s actually your fifth child. It shouldn’t be too hard since…

Once a mother always a mother.