#Ok look I feel like jason is the type to be a blushing mess when thinking about doing little intimate things with people
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Jason, looking at Roy: aren't we all at least a bit homo
Interviewer: ah yes because we are all homo sapiens, I get what you did there
Jason, confused: no I meant when I look at dudes I have gay thoughts
#jason: I have gay thoughts#the gay thoughts: *hold his hand* *snuggle* *run your hand through his hair* *put your arm around him* *hug* *kiss his cheek*#jason: *is an absolute blushing mess*#interviewer: oh god they must be really dirty#Ok look I feel like jason is the type to be a blushing mess when thinking about doing little intimate things with people#Roy would think its hilarious so he would be all flirty in a domestic way like Im going to intertwine our fingers and lay my head on you#until their hands are intertwined and jason kisses their hands and roy becomes a blushing mess cause jason has never instigated it before#like I just want their intimacy to be friends messing with each other but then they both realize they actually like the intimacy so#it just becomes a thing they do and other people around them are confused cause these emotionally constipated buff dudes are able to#unironically be this intimate. the batfamily meets angry jason who was resurrected and then they meet Jason With Roy™ they are blindsighted#cause murderous jason was laying his head on Roy's lap as Roy ran his fingers through Jason's hair (no one else should even attempt this)#as they were talking in front of everyone and using pet names as calling each other partner and everyone is like 'what???'#dick is most suprised though cause he is friends with roy so its a classic case of 'when did my brother and my friend become so intimate??'#he calls the entire rest of the og teen titans over just to make sure his eyes arent deceiving him#like 'no fr donna wally garth you guys gotta get over here and see this' and that was how they started an inpromptu teen titan reunion#jayroy#jason todd#roy harper#incorrect outlaws quotes#rhato#red hood and arsenal
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Noisy little mess
Hi cutie!
I've, incredibly, keep on writing the same fic for one time in my life, so i'm posting the second part of the first part (obviously) of the whatever i've wrote.
I like writing. It's a little difficult switch from my italian kinda writing skill to the english language.
I feel less poetic in english. More...meh. Dunno.
Anyway, we do not have that much of a smut content in here, just...talking. A lot of talking. I like dialogues.
Sorry for every incorrect grammatical things, i hope i haven't made a complete mess.
DISCLAIMERS: not that much of a smut thing, anyway is GhostxReader, arguing, terrible nicknames, gym, blame shifting, not having breakfast, recalling of behaviours that shouldn't belong to a military base but oh well.
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First part is here:
https://www.tumblr.com/tassodelmiele/746173281244151808/noisy-little-mess?source=share
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Next day, you skip breakfast.
Your ass hurts like hell, you've got bruises on your neck and it seems like you've gone through a fight with the full cast of a Jason Statam's kinda film.
You rush through all the damn base like crazy, avoiding smiles and greetings, in search for that goddamn man who has to give you explanations.
'Cause that sort of thing doesn't happen between two who barely speak at breakfast.
'Cause you may find muscles attractive, but you've never told him you like him in particular.
'Cause he almost ravaged you, without even saying "goodnight".
And 'cause you've liked it. But that's not necessarily to be known.
You're about to go straight to the training camp (you've seen Soap nearby, and he's Ghost's shadow), when the wanted finds the detective: a door suddenly opens, and you bump into his goddamn big chest, almost drowning your nose in that rock solid-muscle softness pile.
Ghost looks at you like he's just stepped on a candy wrapper. You open your mouth, ready to yell:
«ok, now you're going to tell me, sir, what in the actual fu-»
Then, Price gets out of the office too. And your face blushes with the brightest red.
«…sorry»
«'s nothing. We've finished»
It seems like Ghost's trying to make you comfortable, and that just gets on your nerves. You look at the captain walking away, and before having the opportunity to speak again, the lieutenant has grabbed you by the shoulder and pushed you in his office.
You do your best not to trip over your feet, almost making a pirouette to face him as he closes the door. You open your mouth, prepare your lungs to yell like a fucking eagle…and he stops you, cupping your face with all of the grace he's capable of, looking at you through his goddamn scary skull mask and spells:
«I'm sorry»
And your brain goes blank.
You squeeze your eyes; you weren't ready for this. For a scold; for a joke, for him to make fun of you, for you to break his terrible per holder on his face…but not for this.
«…what?»
«I'm sorry. Fucking sorry, ok?»
«Yeah, yeah» you scroll his hands away from your face. «I'm sorry too for having my ass burnt and my fucking neck disassembled, that's not the point»
«I was just saying-»
«You were saying nothing»
«If you-»
«Sorry for what? For your kinks, or your lack of asking consent? Go on, i'm listen-»
And he ends up squeezing your face in his hand, glaring at you while you just stay still with your cheeks pressed together and your arms crossed, raising an eyebrow.
He sigh.
«You've caught me off guard»
You muffle, widening your eyes, about to try to say something but his grips tighten a little.
«Let me fucking finish! Bloody hell, you weren't so noisy yesterday! My god…look, 's not a great time to restrain instinct, ok? I'm not saying that you've…awakened something. You're not my type, anyway»
You start to move again in his grip, trying to punch him, but it's so easy for him to stop you.
«I just want to apologize 'cause i've acted by instinct, and is no good. And 'cause I've hurt you, of course»
He stares at you for five seconds before releasing his grip, and the first thing you say is:
«…not your type? Seriously?»
His eyes widen under the mask.
«You…is this really what you're interested in? Out of everything I've told you?»
«You haven't told me that much»
«What the hell-»
«And you're lucky i've liked it, otherwise i would have smash the whole set of weight on your face»
«Yeah, Yeah, sure, a gnome like you»
«I'm a gnome in berserk armor»
«Still a gnome»
«Fight me»
«I'm not wasting my time in a prison for your dead body»
«...weak»
«…don't you dare, rookie»
«Rookie a pair of nuts»
«Watch you fucking mouth»
«I can't do it, there's no mirror in here»
«…ok, maybe your murder is worth a life in prison»
«You're eating away your guts just 'cause i'm having the final say»
«No, but i'm going to eat your guts anytime soon»
«Try me! Fight that fucking gnome! Then, you're gonna make better apologies»
«My apologies were flawless»
«You said i'm not your type! After…after making a mess out of me!»
«I've said, if you would have listen, that I was lead by my goddamn instinct»
«Yeah, and since when instinct tells you to ravage alone girls in the gym?»
«Since when i've heard you-»
He suddenly stops. Your mouth is still open, ready to talk back, when he starts to push you by the shoulder in order to get you out of his office immediately.
«Time is finished» he says as he tries to get rid of your presence.
But you're not ok with him.
«Nonononono, don't you even-»
«I've told you everything i had to»
«Fuck your excuses! You didn't even make me come!»
That wasn't a challenge. But somehow Ghost's brain classified it as such.
And the same night, in the gym, different machines…you spot him looking at you.
And your panties get instantly wet.
«No» you suddenly say. He gets closer.
«"No" what?»
«No. I won't»
«What?»
«Don't tease, you know "what"»
He doesn't listen to you, and starts a whole different topic:
«Wanna know something fun, kitty?»
«Can you find another nickname, please?»
Ghost's eyes make a turn under the eyelids, as he repeats: «Wanna know something fun, gnome?»
You make a pout, and he goes on:
«you've been the only one with enough guts to yell at me since fucking forever»
«Well, you've been the only one to touch my panties since…fucking forever. We're fair»
«…you mean it?»
«What?»
«No boyfriend? No sex? Never?»
«Never. Don't make fun of me»
«Why should i?»
«Dunno. An almost thirty years old is suppose to have made something in her life»
«You're working. And living. That's enough»
You're about to grab a weight, but you leave it there, looking at Ghost through the mirror.
«…oh»
He raises an eyebrow.
«…oh? That's the most sensible thought you've got?»
«It's just…i've thought…well…»
«What? What was that little brain of your thinking?»
Your face blush like hell as he comes closer, every step of him is a skipped heartbeat for you.
«I-i've just…i've thought that someone like you may be more…demanding?»
«You don't know me» he towers you in all of his highs «little gnome. 'S dangerous making assumptions on your enemy without collecting intel, don't ya know?»
«You're not an enemy». You swallow, finding yourself hesitate. «…i believe»
«You don't seem so sure about it»
And then he gives you the most threatening, close up encounter with his mask, leaning on you like an eagle on a mouse.
«How come, little gnome?»
You swallow. Than you remember he's your fucking lieutenant, and you're in the base gym, and there shouldn't be nothing to worry about, really. And you feel like an idiot, blushing and lowering your eyes. You decide to use his weapons against him:
«…it's dangerous making assumptions on your allies without collecting intel»
And he stares at you, seeming happy with your answer.
«You do are a brat, don't you?»
«I'm the cutest rookie in the entire base»
«Someone's going to make ya eat that goddamn tongue of you»
«They're just jealous»
«'s not like that»
«…No? Than w-»
«You can't talk back to your superior. You'll end up getting in trouble»
You instantly blush, blowing your cheeks.
«I've never-»
«You're doing it right now»
You blush more, become as red as the goddamn Snow White's apple. Your mouth is finally shutted, and he seems proud of his work. You try to make a step back, gaining some distance between you and his massive body…but he follows you. He follows you and he gets closer, trapping you between him and the weights rack.
«I…don't think i like brats that much»
Ghost is not touching you, but somehow you shiver under his voice as he's drilling your ears.
«I like you more with your little mouth shut»
The last word is perfectly underlined by his voice; another shiver down your spine, and you try to fill the silence to not explode under his presence:
«I'm afraid i'm not that good at staying silent, sir»
And he grabs you by the cheeks, squeezing them in one hand without effort, leaning on you as his gaze catches your red face:
«You did a great job yesterday, kitty»
And you melt in your panties. You do it with a little bit of regret just 'cause you'd rather endure a little bit more. You're about to say something, even if you know that as soon as you open your mouth the only thing that'll come out is a moan, and…
He releases you, so suddenly you've to concentrate not to lose balance, stumbling on your feet. He grabs a weight, announcing dramatically:
«But i've seen you've got your mouth fucking open the 90% of the time. That's why you're not my type, little gnome»
«But…you've searched for me»
He stops, holding the weights silently; he's not looking at you, but you know he's waiting for you to keep on with the speech. You swallow again, your throat is almost dry now.
«I know you've heard me. That night. You've heard me…touching. And-»
«So what? You were loud»
«Not that much- anyway, you've come in the gym just for me, i know it»
«No way»
«None come to the gym that late»
«But you were there»
«I'd a busy day- but that's not the point! I wasn't even watching you!»
He hiss a: «liar» in the middle of a curl. You cross your arms.
«…ok. Ok, MAYBE i was, but just for one goddamn sec-»
«So you do like me»
«FOR GODDAMN-»
You shut your mouth, biting your lips before saying something that could cost you way worse than a scolding by your superior. Your feet stomp till the biggest weights you can lift, and you start your rdl sets, knowing you're gonna hurt your back.
But he's looking. He's looking through the mirrors (too many goddamn mirrors in this gym) and it hurts your pride how he's acting like he doesn't care that much. So you take a deep breath, and while resting after the first set you spit it out:
«So you've touched me just 'cause you've felt like discharging some frustration?»
His arms suddenly stop moving. He turns his gaze at you, watching you directly this time, as you keep on:
«'cause, you know, since i'm not your type i can't find other reasons why you should've come to do those things. My appearance doesn't turn you on, so you've just found the first random person to use»
You lift the weights again, ready to release your bomb:
«So childish. It's not that mature for someone in your position»
You have no time to get aware of him who's just thrown his weights on the floor, reached you in two big steps, and now he's taking your weights from your hands like they're light butterflies, also throwing them on the floor.
He's towering you again, fists clench and hazel eyes on you.
«…it's your fault»
Your eyes widen. You've expected something different.
«Uhm…what?»
«That's why my apologies were good enough for you. 'S just your fault»
«What the hell of a fault did i-»
«You did it on purpose. Those…those fucking sounds of yours, your bloody behave, everything. Goddamn. Everything»
«How?? How could-»
«I don't know, you bloody witch!»
«So learn to know yourself better!»
«Maybe you could behave like a normal human being!»
«I was!»
«Liar. Bloody liar, you've spent the most of the time jerking on every fucking chair you were touching»
«You're hallucinating»
«And you've walked with closed eyes if ya didn't even notice what the hell you were doing»
«I'm not some animal in heat!»
«You looked so!»
«You could've just asked me to stop instead of wetting your hands in my panties!»
«I-»
This is his time to bite his lips, choking words behind the mask. He stares at you, and you return the glare, arms crossed and ice cold eyes on him, pretending not to feel the wetness in your underwear.
He sighs.
«I could crush you with my bare hands»
You stay still, eyes wide open, hands buried in your sweatshirt, asking yourself why the hell does he seem so embarrassed out of nowhere. Ghost sighs again, louder, blowing hot air away as if he's trying to discharge his lungs from something heavy.
«It's been days you walk everywhere with those goddamn swallowed eyes of yours, adjusting your panties under the uniform, trembling at the tiniest touch…what the hell did you expect? To not be noticed? You, a little whimpering knot tied on itself?»
Your mind gets blind for a second.
You listen with your eyelid twitching. It is…unreal. He's not describing you, that's what you try to get in your brain, convincing yourself that you've not behaved as he's saying.
You start to mutter through your teeth: «…but…no, no way, i'm not that-»
«Shameless? Dunno, have you ever tried looking at your fucking face in a mirror?»
«I-»
«Look little one, if you don't believe me, just ask someone else. Everyone have noticed»
«But-»
«'s not that i'm scolding you 'cause of your hormones. I'm just explaining myself»
«You…you're not explaining shit!»
«I am»
And he leaves you like this, curled on yourself, insecure and embarrassed. He turn on his heels, sending you a few last words:
«Ask the others 'bout it. The answer will surprise you»
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#fanfiction#call of duty modern warfare#call of duty#cod mw2#cod mw3#ghost x reader#ghost x you#sequel of a previous chapter#there is not that much of a smut content in here maybe you should check the previous chapter for more#cod fanfic#cod fic#task force 141#not accurate military men#i'm having too much fun writing dialogues please help#gnome is a better nickname#Is so funny writing hashtags on tumblr
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My One And Only - Ch 4
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E chapter 4 is here. This one is longer than the previous chapter I think anyway enjoy this chapter!
Then Nino whispered to Alya "Do you think she likes Luka again?"
"I..don't know, but I'm gonna find out one way or another"
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The trip went smoothly. Surprisingly, Lila hadn't done anything at all. Maybe she admitted to what she had done. Her loyal 'minions' had avoided her slightly today but Marinette knew they would come crawling back to Lila tomorrow, as if this never happened. Though, Marinette was grateful to have Alya, Nino and Adrien by her side. And Marinette was also surprised at how Chloe came to her defense, kinda. When the bluenette was getting her bag from her locker, she overheard Chloe confronting Lila.
"You were the cause of Marinette's late appearance weren't you? Ridiculous! Utterly Ridiculous! The only one allowed to mess with Dupain-Chen's is me, got that?" The blonde said. "If I ever find you bullying her in anyway I'll have you expelled!"
Marinette was thankful that Chloe had come in her defense, in her own way. Marinette was about to catch up to her friends, who were getting closer to the exit, when she felt a vibration from her phone in her pocket. She took her phone and saw a message from 'Uncle Jagged'. She opened it and read it.
Uncle Jagged: Hey Nettie! Sorry about the late notice but I've been called for an interview. We'll need to reschedule
Marinette began typing
Marinette: It's no problem Uncle Jagged! I'll be free for more less the rest of the week
Uncle Jagged: Yeah I'm free tomoz, you can drop by then
Marinette: Kk
Marinette but her phone away. 'I can spend more time with Damian' she thought with a smile on her face.
"Hey Marinette! You free later?" The voice of her best friend echoed in the near empty school. "We were planning on going to Adrien's later, his father finally allowed us to come over!"
"I'm afraid I can't" Marinette said, feeling a bit guilty. "I'm busy, actually-" she glanced at her phone for the time "I gotta go! See you guys later maybe!" Marinette then ran out the building.
"Oh that's...fine" Alya said while her best friend ran by. "I wonder what's so important that she passed up going to Adrien's"
"You guys sure you don't wanna join me in the car?" Adrien asked.
"It's fine dude! Alya and I can walk"
"If you say so" Adrien answered, unconvinced. As he got into the car, he used this silence so that he could here his own thought clearly. 'I...I think I like Marinette, no I'll admit it. I know I like Marinette but does she like me back?'
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Alya and Nino were walking down the street together, hand in hand, before Nino started a conversation. "Do you think Marinette has stopped crushing on Adrien?"
Alya shook her head vigorously "There's no way! She has nearly every photo of him in existence and she memorized the boy's schedule boy heart don't forget!"
"But then how do you explain how she was acting earlier?" Nino stated, firmly believing his own theory. "She didn't trip on her words at all! Even when she was tired she would always stammer while talking to him"
Alya then thought about what her boyfriend was saying. "You're right! And to think Adrien just started showing signs of liking her". Alya sighed in sympathy for the blonde boy. "Do you think she likes Luka again?"
"Who else could it be?" Nino asked but didn't wait for his (rhetorical) question to be answered as they reached the gate to Adrien's house.
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Marinette rushed home to change and to drop her designs in her room. She's gotten a lot better at designing and making her designs, so much better that everything she would where would be her original designs and she was proud of it. She quickly got changed into a light cream top with long sleeves, the cream top was so light in colour that it could basically be passed off as white. She also had a pair of jet-black leggings to match. "What do you think Tikki?"
"You look great Marinette!" The kwami yawned.
Happy with her outfit, she grabbed her sketched book, put it in her bag, grabbed her shoes and ran downstairs. "I'm going to a friend's place, I'll probably be back in the evening. Bye Maman! Papa!"
"Bye Marinette!" Sabine shouted, luckily Marinette's parents were too busy working on a cake to notice how Marinette was dressed purposefully to impress. Marinette also noticed how Tikki looked tired so she tried not to run so the little kwami could get some sleep.
She soon arrived at Le Grand Paris. She felt very out of place as the doors opened for her but she walked without fear to the reception. 'Here we go'.
"Yes Miss, how may I help you?" The female receptionist asked.
"Hi, um I'm here to go to Mr Damian's room"
The receptionist nodded "Alright just give me one minute" she seemed to brace herself to call the room's phone which Marinette didn't understand. True Damian isn't that great with expressing his emotions but he wasn't that bad. Well, not to her at least. She blushed slightly at this realisation "Sir? There's someone here to see you"
"Ask for their name" a voice from the telephone said.
"Excuse me miss what's your name?"
"Marinette" the bluenette said.
"She says her name is Marinette, sir" the receptionist said with a slightly shaky voice.
"She may come in" the voice from the telephone rang.
The receptionist put the phone down and told Marinette the floor and room number. Though she already knew the room number, she didn't know what floor he was on so the information was useful. Marinette then walked to the lift and pressed the button that would lead her to the floor Damian was on. When she reached the door she had to breathe in a little before knocking on it. Surprisingly it opened right away, by Damian of course.
"Hi again, Damian" Marinette said switching to English. When she opened her eyes she saw that Damian was examining her. 'Did I put something on that didn't match? No it can't that' Marinette then blushed a little. Though she didn't even know the guy for a full day, her crush for him had blossomed, tremendously.
Damian glanced at Marinette's outfit, it complimented her personality and physique perfectly. He then realised he might had been staring for some time now and shook his head to snap out of the trance. "Yes, hello again. Please, come in" and he opened the doors for her. Damian watched as she looked around the suite, examining her surroundings, while Damian went back to examining, well, Marinette.
"Wow, You got one of the big suites" Marinette said, her eyes outshining anything bright in the room.
"Yeah" Damian mumbled and he could tell that the girl seemed pretty self conscious about her outfit. 'Because of me staring no doubt'. So to cheer her up, he said "You look lovely by the way"
The girl's face turned into a bright red. "You really think so?"
Damian nodded. "That hair clip suits you. If you're top was pure white, I would've been convinced that you were an angel, not that you aren't one already" Damian thought of something. "Actually, Angel is not a bad nickname for you. Is it ok if I refer to you as that from now on?"
Marinette was consumed by happiness. "Thanks for complimenting my outfit at being able to pick out all the little details" On her face was now a look of pure love and joy. "And since you'll be calling me 'Angel', I think it's only fair if I call you 'Shaytan' from now on" This made Damian laugh.
"Courtesy of my brothers no doubt" Earlier, Damian had told her that his brothers usually called him 'Demon Spawn' and she laughed, not seeing why they call him that. He knew that Marinette was aware of his 'ice-cold' personality but she never judged him for it. "And is it ok if we watch this Jagged Stone interview? My brothers and I are quite big fans, Tim and Jason are even bigger fans for MDC. Full out fanboys"
Marinette giggled, "Sure I don't mind! I'm a fan of Jagged Stone too". Damian then went to turn the TV on while Marinette wen to out her bag somewhere, but she kept her phone with her. She then sat next to Damian on the sofa, leaving about a pencil's width between them. Damian was fine with this, actually, he would be fine if Marinette full on hugged him with sitting there. He didn't mind.
Then, Nadja Chamack's voice echoed in the more or less quiet hotel room. "So Jagged Stone, many of the viewers, myself included, Have been all wondering the same question: Who is this MDC?"
Jagged Stone chuckled. "Well I'm not going to reveal her name yet but I can tell you, she is honorary my niece."
"Interesting, very interesting" Nadja said. "Is it possible if we could have an interview with her?"
"If she's willing to pick up her phone then sure" Jagged chuckled again while reaching for his phone and dialing a number.
Then Marinette's phone rang. Damian did get a bit suspicious at first but didn't want to invade her privacy. That was until Marinette's voice echoed through the TV's speakers.
"Hi Uncle Jagged!"
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Red Hood x male hero best friend reader
You and Jason have been best friends since for as long as you could remember. You were there for him when he was on the streets, when he became Robin, when he died and when he came back from the dead. But you noticed that the last couple of weeks he's been acting weird around you.
You looked at Jason and he quickly looked away and you just looked out into the city. 'Shit he is so cute. I've fallen for my best friend. What of he doesn't feel the same way or he leaves me?' He thought as he looked at you again. "I'm gonna go home." He said quickly getting up. You didn't say anything as you started to tear up.
You left going back to your apartment and you decided to go out and get hammered. You walked in the bar and sat down. A boy that looked about a year older than you walked up to you and you blushed when he sat and winked at you. "Hey so what's a thing like you doing in a place like this?" He asked and you shrugged.
"Want to come back to my place?" You asked when you had like one hundred drinks. "Fuck yeah." He said and you made it to your apartment. He looked at you and then pushed you on the couch and you both started to make out.
Jason was in the kitchen with his family eating dinner. He sighed and started to play with his food. "Ok. I don't know about anyone else but there is something wrong with you Jay." Dick said and he looked at them. "I like Y/n." He said without looking at him. "We know, he's your best friend." Damian said. "no i mean i like like Y/n." He said this time looking at them. "Like like? As in Love?" Tim asked and he nodded.
"A www." They all said making him glare at them. "Then what are you doing here?" Bruce asked and Jason looked at him confused. "GO TO HIM." They all yelled and Jason chuckled. He got up and groaned when he realized it was raining hard. He got his suit on and got on his bike riding. "What the fuck is that noise?" He said and then his bike came to a stop. "Fuck." He growled and then got off it and ran to your apartment.
Jason climbed up the fire escape and the window was open slightly and he smiled going to open it when he stopped, his heart braking. "Fuck baby boy. Your so tight." The boy groaned as he fucked you.
Jason felt tears well up in his eyes seeing you getting fucked by someone else. "I'm too late." He whispered before leaving. He made it back home. "Jay how did it go?" Dick asked and Jason just ran to his room slamming the door. He laid on his bed and sighed. "Dick can you go on patrol with Y/n tonight." He said and Dick nodded.
Tom left and you sighed going and getting your suit on. You sat at your usual spot and waited for Jason. "Hey." You turned your head and saw Dick. "Hey where's Jay?" You asked and Dick sat next to you.
"Hey ain't feeling to good." He lied and you nodded. You finished patrol and sat talking with Dick. "Jay hasn't been answering my calls. Do you know why?" You asked. "Because you rejected him." Dick said and you looked at him shocked. "What are you on about?" Now it was him to look confused. "Wait yesterday he came to you in the pouring rain, his bike broke down so he had to run, then when he got there he didn't really say what happened only he came back upset." He said.
"Dick he didn't come to my house yesterday." You said and then you got up and ran off. "Where are you going?" He shouted. "To Jason." You yelled back running to the manor. You knocked on the door out of breath. The door opened and Jason looked a mess. "Yeah." He said and he sounded broken.
"I am so sorry. I didn't know you felt that way towards me." You said and started to smile. "I did." He said and your smile faded. "What." You said. "I said i did love you. Not anymore." Your heart broke. "Jason I'm sorry, i didn't know and you can't be mad at me because i had a one night stand." You said and he looked at you with a new type of energy. "And if i would of known we would be dating, because i love you to." You said.
Suddenly your pulled into a passionate and steamy make out. "I love you to." He said and pulled you upstairs as you began to make out again. You bumped into a lot of things on your way there.
Dick groaned as he pulled the covers over his head. He got up and banged on Jason's door. "What. You interrupted a good fucking." He said glaring. "Please go to sleep." He said and Jason groaned going into the bathroom. Dick looked at your fucked out face as you panted. "Thank you." You panted out and he smiled.
Jason got in bed and pulled you close to him. "God i love you." He mumbled burying his face in your neck and breathing deep. You smiled and you both drifted of to sleep, together in love.
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Friends Day In
Word count: 2.3k
Prompt: You and Jason planned to spend the day together, until Roy called asking him to babysit.
I might rewrite this one in the future with a different character because I like the prompt. Hope you enjoy it!
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It was relatively cold for a summer day in Gotham. There was a breeze blowing and it didn’t smell like smoke. The sky was a rich blue and filled with white clouds. The sun was shining over the city. It was weird. But the good kind of weird. You weren’t used to Gotham looking this pretty, and neither were you used to playing dollies with a five-year-old, so nothing about today was normal. But you liked It!
The night before, you convinced Jason to take day off from everything and spend some time with you, because you hadn’t had a best friend’s day out in a very long time. He had been busy on missions away from you and you really missed him. Not as much as he missed you though. You hadn’t heard someone say yes that quickly in your life! The two of you had decided on meeting up at his place and going out later. The evening would end with dinner although you hadn’t decided if it would be a ‘takeout and movies’ kind of night, or the ‘chili dogs and strolling down the street’ type yet. You supposed you’d let the magic of the moment bring you to a decision, because either way if you were together you had something to enjoy.
That morning you hopped out of bed with a spring in your step. You were definitely more willing to get out of bed than you usually were, but who could blame you? You hadn’t had any quality time Jason in weeks. The idea of seeing your best pal and crush after that long was enticing enough to get you to pick out your clothes, finish a shower and breakfast all in under an hour. Somewhere around 12:00 pm, you headed oto your car, or should we say, skipped to your car and made your way downtown, opening the windows and enjoying the cool air.
Jason was in a similar position. He too, woke up feeling more energized and got through his morning routine much quicker than necessary, but he couldn’t help himself. He was dressed in a t-shirt and jeans, paired with his favorite leather jacket, to give him the boost he knew he’d need today. Jason was looking forward to seeing you today for more than one reason; the first obviously being that he missed you, and the second being that he realized he didn’t want to have to miss you as much as he did and today would be the day he would confess how he felt about you. He had been in love with you for about year, and now he wanted you to know. So, he stared at his TV, not really paying attention to what was playing. He only glanced at his phone to check the time.
The next time he picked up his phone it buzzed it his hand. Roy was calling. “Hey, Roy. What’s up?”
“Jay, there’s an emergency.”
“What’s wrong?” Jason’s casual tone shifted to something a little more serious.
“There’s something going on in Star City. Oliver needs me.”
“Oka-,”
“Of course, I’ll watch her, don’t worry about it. And Roy, in our line off work, there isn’t exactly time off. Will you drop her over?” Jason could hear the panic in Roy’s voice and kept his own soft. This must be really bad. The last thing he wanted was to give Roy another reason to worry and taking are of Lian was the least he could do for his best pal.
The unfortunate downside to this would be that he would miss out on his time with you. He knew you would understand but the pang of guilt in his chest still stayed. He was just about to call you when he heard his doorbell ring. He opened the door to you, wearing that slightly apologetic look and you knew something was up.
“Hi, what’s wrong?”
“Y/N, I’m really sorry. Somethings come up.”
“That’s okay, but… What’s going on?”
“Roy needs to leave town for an emergency, and he needs me to take care of Lian. There was no one else he could find in time.”
“That’s alright, Jay. We could meet up another day.”
“I promise I’ll make it up to you.” He had an idea. “But you know you’re welcome to stay. We can have a friend’s day in!”
“That sounds great, but what about Lian?”
“We can hang out while she’s here. She’s an absolute angel. When did you meet her last?”
“Well it’s been a while, I haven’t seen her in like a year.”
“You should stay. We can babysit together. She’ll love you.” He flashed you his signature smile, dimples and all. You were a little hesitant, you didn’t want to take up too much of his time if he was busy. You knew what Roy and Jason did wasn’t easy and things often came up, so you were more than understanding. Jason then added a, “Please?”
“Okay.”, you said, putting your purse down the table.
Only minutes later, the doorbell rang. Jason opened the door and saw Roy with duffle bag thrown over his shoulder and his daughter in his arms. She had a little Dora the Explorer backpack with her and she was smiling, flaunting gaps in her baby teeth.
“Uncle Jay!”
“Hey kiddo!” Roy put her down and she hugged Jason’s legs. He smiled down at her adorable behavior and crouched down to her level, “Why don’t go inside and turn on the TV? We can watch Power Rangers.” He watched her speed away into his apartment and then stood back up. “Roy, be careful Ok?”
“When am I not?” He smirked. “Don’t worry its nothing too crazy, so I’ll only be gone for a few hours. Thanks for doing this.”
“No problem.”
While Jason was and Roy shared their well-wishes, Lian and ran into the living room at speeds that could rival the Flash, and then stopped. She was looking at you, visibly confused.
“Hi! I’m Y/N. You must be Lian. I’m friends with your dad and Jason.” She nodded plopped herself on the couch, one cushion away from you.
“Do you like power Rangers?”
“I do. Which one’s your favorite?”
“Blue one.”
“Blue’s my favorite color.”
“Me too!” She’s so cute. She rummaged through her little backpack and pulled out a small blue whale and two barbie dolls. “Your name is Y/N?”
“Yeah.” You wanted to think it was just something kids did, but something seemed odd about the way she started staring at you. Right on time Jason waked into the living room. He took in the sight of you intently watching power Rangers and holding a doll in your hand next to a small child plying with a whale plushy.
“Anyone hungry?”, he called out.
“Me!” Lian responded.
“PB&J like usual?” She nodded cheerily in response. “Anything for you, Y/N?”
“Can I get a PB&J too?” You asked.
“Anything for my favorite girls.” He said with a breathy laugh and disappeared off into the kitchen. He could kiss his plans of confessing today goodbye, but on the bright side now he had a little more time to plan it. He made four sandwiches and cut the crust off of one. He decided to go the extra mile and cut the sandwich into a heart just to see Lian get excited over it.
He walked back to the living room and put the plates down on the coffee table. He looked up for you and Lian, but you weren’t in the room. He walked around a bit and heard a giggle from the second bedroom. His heart melted at the sight. Lian was sitting on your lap while you were braiding her hair, tying it with a bow hair tie. “Pretty as a princess!”, you called her. Jason had no idea you were that good with kids. It was endearing.
Smiling lightly, he said, “Lunch is ready.” Lian jumped off of you and walked to the living room, picking up her heart-shaped sandwiched. She gasped,
“Thank you!” and began eating her sandwich. You stood next to jason and looked at the little girl in awe.
The day consisted of Pokémon marathons, hide and seek, and a game of tag that ended up with Jason picking you up and running around the apartment. You did the same with Lian the next round. The cheerful energy of little children was very contagious, but at some point, the energy burned out. The three of you sat down to take break before putting Lian down for a nap. Today you saw a side of Jason you didn’t even know existed. He was always calmer and goofier when you were around, but when he was with Lian, it was something else. You fell for him even more, if that was possible. Seeing him with her made your lips involuntarily perk up at the corners. And then it happened.
“Hey uncle jay?”
“Hm?”
“Is this the girl you’re always talking to Daddy about? The soulmate?” you saw Jason stiffen. You were very intrigued though. Jason talked about you to Roy? “Her name is Y/N too. Is she your girlfriend?”
“No, she’s not my girlfriend.” He was genuinely mortified.
“I think she wants to be your girlfriend.” Now it was your turn to stiffen. How did she-? “She hugs you a lot.”
“Lian aren’t you tired? Let’s get you to bed.”
“Okay. Uncle Jay, you should kiss her.” Jason picked her up and hurried into the guest bedroom, leaving you a blushing mess where you sat.
He returned around ten minutes later, looking pretty tired himself. “I. Am. Exhausted”
“Same here,” you replied. “You’re really good with kids.”
“So are you.”
“Lian is such a sweetheart! Roy is going to have to deal with me a lot more now.”
“What? Why?”
“Because I want visit Lian all the time.”
“Oh.”
“Hey, can I ask you something?” He nods.
“What was Lian talking about when she said you spoke to Roy about me?”
“Well,” I guess confessing is back on the table. “I talked to Roy about you because I wanted his advice.” You gave him the ‘please elaborate’ look. “I like you.” He finally blurted out.
You looked up at him feeling butterflies. “I like you too, Jay.” As soon as the words left your mouth, you could feel your heart racing. Jason met your eyes, grinning ear to ear and asked,
“So, does this mean I can ask you on a date?”
“I believe it does.”
“Y/N, would you like to go out with me sometime?”
“Yeah I would.” You pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I am a little concerned though.”
“About?”
“You were trained by the world’s greatest detective, and yet, a five-year-old figured that I liked you before you did.” Jason’s expression turned into one of both shock and disappointment and you couldn’t help but laugh. “Todd, you’re losing your edge. You were beaten by a toddler.”
“Huh, so were you!” The two of you joked around quietly as not to wake the toddler in the other room. “You know it’s only 6:30. Feel like staying for dinner?”
“I’d like that.” You were looking up him due to the height difference.
The phone rang. Roy was calling to let Jason know he would be by to pick Lian up soon. The two of you sat comfortably and put on a movie.
“You sure you don’t want to watch power Rangers? I know how much you love the blue one.” He teased, which earned him a light punch to the shoulder.
Soon after, Lian woke up from her nap and crawled in between you. There was comfortable silence in the room. Jason had his arm around you, and you nuzzled into him holding Lian. The way Lian held his hand made your heart swell. He was going to be the best father one day.
Just then the doorbell rang. “That’s your dad.” She climbed down and walked with Jason to the door.
“Daddy!”
“Hey princess!” He lifted her into his arms. “Did you have fun today?”
“Yeah! I played with Jay and Auntie Y/N.”
“Oh, wow.” Roy looked at Jason with an eyebrow raised. “Auntie Y/N?” as if on cue, you showed up at the door.
“Hey, Lian you forgot your backpack.” You said handing it to her. “Roy! Oh, my goodness I haven’t seen you in a month! You have got to come over more.” You said, hugging him.
“I definitely will.” He said, hugging back with one arm.
“Good. Bye guys! I’ll see you soon!” And with that you, turned back and made your way to the kitchen.
“Roy how’d everything go? Is the city Ok?”, Jason asked.
“Yeah, yeah. City’s fine, Ollie’s fine. What’s up with you two? Did you finally tell her?”, Roy asked expectantly. With a smirk and a dramatic sigh, Jason replied,
“All I will say is that your daughter is a much better wing woman than you.” He punctuated his sentence by high fiving the little girl in Roy’s arms.
“ARE YOU GUYS DAT-?!”
“Bye, Roy! Bye, Lian! See you guys later…!” And he closed the door, fully expecting his phone to be flooded with messages in an hour, but in the meantime, he planned on taking advantage of some much-needed alone time with his new girlfriend.
“So, princess, where would you like to go for dinner?” Snaking your arms around his torso, you said,
“I don’t know, what do you feel like having?”
“You in my arms.” Your face heated up.
“I meant for dinner! And I’m already in your arms.” He chuckled lightly.
“Chinese takeout?”
“Chinese takeout.”
“And movies?”
“Of course.”
“…. Cuddles?”
“Like we don’t do that anyway.” All in all, that day did not go as planned but you weren’t about to complain.
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hi! can I request Akaashi being best friend with his s/o for a year and both of them kinda developed feelings toward each other?
𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 — 𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐊𝐞𝐢𝐣𝐢 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
A/N: kinda remind me to the Jason Mraz song, so that’s why is this is named lucky.
Pairing: Akaashi Keiji x gn Reader.
Genre: fluff.
Type: scenario.
Bokuto was the one who introduce you to Akaashi, you were a second year like the pretty boy, but you were in different class, meeting Bokuto was an accident, you just were walking on the hallways when you stumbled and fall, making you drop your lunch, rapidly he help you to get up and invite you to eat with him and his friend to make up with you.
“Akaaaashe! Meet my new friend-“ he looked at you with curious eyes “what’s your name?”
“Seriously?” You ask, bowing in front of “Akaashe” you told for the two guys “nice to meet you I guess, my name in (l/n) (y/n), second year”
The lunch had a chill but also chaotic vibe, Bokuto was really energetic and talkative, while Akaashi was more quiet, but still got along with Bokuto’s personality. Next day the two boys were outside your classroom waiting for you.
“C’MON (l/n) TIME TO EAT”
All your classmates were looking at you, since when you meet the vbc members? You stood and went with them.
“FINALLY LET’S EAT AT THE ROOF!”
Bokuto walked faster than you, Akaashi called your name looking at you directly to your eyes, he was really handsome and his aura charming and peaceful.
“Sorry for this (l/n), Bokuto-San got really excited, he liked you yesterday”
“Don’t have to apologize Akaashi! I liked him too! well both of you” you giggle “you’re a nice combo”
The three of you became inseparable, three best friends, you also became one of Bokuto’s nanny and provisional member of the volleyball club, with your friends being there you wanted to be close to it and get familiar with what they like, and maybe, share more time with Akaashi, helping the setter became one of your current activities, and with helping you mean keep Bokuto in control and happy.
One day at the gym Yukie approach to you, your best friends went ahead since you needed to talk to a teacher, so when you arrive the gym the team was already practicing.
“You’re here to help Akaashi? (l/n)” she smirk at you “you got a soft spot on him, always helping him, you bring him oranges last time...want to tell me something?”
Being a blushing mess you move your arms erratically, stuttering some “no, I’m and uh” trying to explain yourself, giving some back steps you collied with “something” hard leaning against “it”, you jumped feeling a pair of hands in your shoulders.
“Are you ok (l/n)?”
That calm voice.
“Akaashi?!” Blushing even more you didn’t know how to react, he was too close to you that even you could feel his breath in your ear.
“GROUP HUG” Bokuto run to you and hug you by your waist making you three fall.
Excellent timing.
But Akaashi got used to you very quickly, he knew he can count on someone, you were patient and always nice, so he asked you go with the team to the training camp, you weren’t part of the manager gang but you have to play like it.
“This is so awkward” you whisper between your two favorite owls “these managers are so pretty, I don’t combine with such pretty beings”
“BU-“ Bokuto was about to talk when Akaashi interrupts him.
“I think you are really good looking (y/n)”
“Akaashi...thanks” you whisper, he just nodded drinking water trying to camouflage his smile.
The last day the barbecue was settle and everyone was grabbing the delicious food, sitting in the grass, you were eating corn and looking at everyone interactions, the Karasuno duo was eating like crazies, and the blueberry boy, as you name him, was chocking and desperately hitting his chest, when Akaashi handle him some water, you clap your hands making the pretty setter turn to see you.
“Nice one Akaashi, saving lifes!”
He walk to your direction and sat next to you, you were eating in silence not noticing he was staring at you, admiring your factions and the cute gestures you made while eating, you were licking your fingers when he decided to start a small conversation.
“Did you enjoy the camp?
“Uhum! Didn’t now all the volleyball players were that peculiars”
“What’s that use of words?”
“Interesting in their own way I guess” you drink some orange juice “I already have my predictions for the future, our ace is going to be a star! I know it”
“Yes” Akaashi rest his head on his hand “he’s born to be one”
“I like you”
His eyes look you in astonishment, noticing what you said your cheeks were hot, all your face was hot, and surely you’ll look like a tomato.
“N-oo I i that, I me-an all- wasn’t- Ak-“
“We like you too”
With your hands shaking you grab your orange juice, but when you were about to drink it you saw a bee.
“A BEE, AKAASHI” you scream climbing on top of the boy hugging him by his neck, he grabs your waist trying to make you stay still but it was impossible “I’M ALLERGIC” you were moving like a worm.
“(L/N), stop moving” Akaashi tried to calm you.
“I DON’T WANT TO DIE”
while that scene was happening the captains of every time plus Yukie and Kenma were watching them.
“So Bokuto” Kuroo said “what’s going on with them?”
“They like each other! I can feel it!”
“We made a bet” Yukie talk “let them one year and they would be a couple”
“NO NO, I gave them two moths” the ace of Fukurodani lift two fingers.
ஓ๑♡one year later♡๑ஓ
With Bokuto graduating now there was only you and Akaashi left, your feeling grown more, if that was possible, to the point that you needed to take them out of our chest and confess to him, thanks to Yukie, who was always encouraging you, you decided to use Valentine’s Day, if didn’t work at least you will have chocolate to help you with rejection.
You sent a message to Akaashi that you were going to wait for him in the roof, with your hands sweaty and the bag of chocolate you wait sitting on a corner, you were texting one your friends.
Should I go? You thought, what If ruin our friendship, now with your heart beating like crazy and with insecurities filling your body you stand up, when you tried to run you almost collide with Akaashi, his eyes looked at you in concern.
He was holding a box decorated with little owls, he noticed you were staring at it, and handle it to you.
“For you, was Bokuto-San’s idea”
wait.
“Oh” you show him the bag “this is for you, Yukie’s idea...”
It was all planned you both thought.
“(l/n)” / “Akaashi”
“Can I go first?” He ask.
“Go on...”
“Since last year I see you as my best friend”
“Oh” you frowned.
“I didn’t finish, but now I can’t see you as my best friend because my feels for you are stronger, your turn” he breath out “please don’t say same”
You giggle “when you help me with that bee, a year ago, and I told you that I like you, it was true, I still like you Akaashi!”
“Call me Keiji”
“And you (y/n)”
You were getting closer for your first kiss, both of you were blushing, when your phones rang at the same time, you shared a tired look and answer the phones.
“AKAASHI DID YOU DO IT?” / “(y/n) how did it go?”
You both just laugh, and it took you only a year to be a couple, and Bokuto to lost a bet.
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Rising from the Ashes: Of Second Meetings and Mysteries
So this is Part Six here is to my Master List and Part Five.
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Marinette got up, went to work. Everything was normal a couple more customers than yesterday. Diana closed early because she was going to see family today she closed at three o’clock. After work, she headed home and ate a small snack before the driver arrived. She got into the car quietly and quickly
“Hello, Miss Marinette. I am Wayne’s butler and friend, Alfred Pennyworth,” Alfred said from the front.
“Hi, Monsieur Pennyworth. Thank you for the ride,” Marinette responded with a smile.
“It is no problem and please call me Alfred. That’s what the rest of the boys call me. Speaking of the boys, they're excited to see you again,” he said. Now ten minutes later they pull into a house, well not exactly a house but more like a mansion. The mansion was big, dark, and ominous. “Welcome to Wayne Manor, Miss Marinette. Please make yourself at home for the time you’re staying.”
“Thank you, Monsieur Alfred,” Marinette says, following him into the house. “Would you be able to show me where the last boy is? I’m sorry I was never told his name.”
“The young Master is this way, please follow,” Alfred said, walking down a long hallway. “Last time I saw all the boys were in the parlor. They were playing Ultimate Mega Strike Four. Have you heard of it?”
“I love that game! I grew up playing Ultimate Mega Strike Three. I also won the competition that my school participated in,” Marinette said, happily.
“Well they’re right in here,” Alred said, opening the door. “Boys, Miss Marinette is here. Damian, are you ready for your fitting?”
“Damian?” Marinette asks, looking closer at the boys. She realized it was her mystery first friend. She blushes remembering her conversation with Dick, Jason, and Todd. “You guys were with more for more than an hour yesterday and did it not cross your mind to tell me that he is your brother?”
“Nope. Did you say, Damian? Ohhhh… you mean Demon Spawn,” Jason smirked, wrapping an arm around Damian's shoulders.
“Marinette? You’re doing my measurements?” Damian asked shrugging off Jason’s arm.
“Diana asked me to come over after work, she’s visiting her family,” Marinette smiles. “You ready for me to take your measurements?”
“I’m sure he wants to give you more than just his measurements,” Dick laughs, Marinette blushes as Damian slaps him. “I meant your number, get your mind out of the gutter.”
“Come on we’ll go to my room,” Damian said, grabbing her arm. He leads her to his room, which is quite spacious. He stands in front of his floor length mirror.
“You know Dick was right about one thing,” Marinette said, measure his shoulder blades lightly touching his back.
“What… what is that, Angel?” Damian asked, turning his head towards the small girl.
“Angel?” Marinette squeaks, surprised by his nickname for her.
“Sadly, an angel without wings, but even after you got tackled by Titus you tried to pay for my meal,” he turned to look at her then leaned in a whispered. “Plus my brothers told me what you said about me.”
Marinette backs up flustered. “Well, you are incredibly nice, caring, and extremely handsome.” She says, wrapping the measuring tape around his chest to measure it, but was closer than she needed to be.
“Well what I wanted to give you the day we had breakfast was my number, but you ran off before I could give it to you,” she said, measuring his arm.
“I wanted to give you my number as well but Dick called me to remind me about a meeting,” he said, smiling. “Angel, I was disappointed when I left you. Dick suggested to do a modern Cinderella, but I was embarrassed, especially after what Jason posted.”
“What did Jason post?” Marinette asked, backing up so she could see his whole face.
“You didn’t see the picture? Oh right, you probably haven’t gotten into Gotham news yet,” Damian said. “He posted a picture of me holding a door open for you.”
“What does that have to do with anything?” Marinette asked, crossing her arms.
“Well I’m famous because of my father and I’m seen as the ‘Ice Prince’ of Gotham because I’m cold to most people,” Damian explained.
“That’s what the guy at the grocery store meant,” Marinette realized. “I finished measuring you. I guess I should be going.”
“I overheard what you told Alfred in the hall, do you want to play Ultimate Mecha Strike and maybe stay for dinner? Umm… my brothers like having you around as do I,” Damian offered, grabbing one of her petite hands.
“That would be wonderful by the way can I see your phone before I forget?” Marinette asks. He gives her his phone, she types her number in once she hands it back he names her contact Angel. She gives him her phone so she can put his number in.
They walk out and join the rest of the boys, when they got there Dick was facing off against Tim. After a few minutes, Tim’s character died and Dick celebrates.
“Ok Dick, I’m going to beat you, but don’t be salty when you lose,” Marinette said, taking Tim’s controller then sits down next to Damian.
“Sunshine not gonna lie, I feel like I’m being threatened by a cupcake because those are some bold words coming from such a small person,” Dick says, nonchalantly.
She doesn’t respond, but once the game starts she knows that Dick realizes he’s about to eat his words. She’s better at the game than the boys thought she would be. After losing three times to Marinette, he grumbles at the loss and crosses his arms while sitting down on the couch, he was being overdramatic. The rest of the boys laugh at Dick’s antics.
“Damian, where’d you find your girlfriend?” Tim asks, shocked that someone had beaten Dick the master of games.
“First off, she’s not my girlfriend. Secondly, she’s from Paris,” Damian smiled, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.
“Sure, you’re not dating at all,” Jason sarcastically replied with a snigger and an eye-roll.
Marinette’s phone ringing interrupted Damian before he could respond. She smiles widely; Adrien was video calling her. “Do you guys mind?” Marinette asks.
“Nope, not a problem. You can answer it right here if you want,” Jason said.
“Cool thanks guy,” Marinette smiles, brightly.
“Buginette! You promised to call!” Adrien exclaimed, putting his face super close to the camera.
“I had work today and yesterday. Plus you had school and countless other activities Gabriel has you doing,” Marinette justifies her actions.
“Mar calm down I’m messing,” Adrien laughs but stops hearing the game. “Are you playing Ultimate Mecha Strike without me!? Mewouch Buginette you wound me.”
“Calm down I was just kicking Dick’s butt,” Marinette laughs.
“This literally ray of sunshine killed me three times,” Dick cries, pushing his way into the frame.
“So this is one of my best friends and part of my family, his name is Adrien Agreste. This is Dick Grayson,” Marinette introduces.
“Take care of my Buginette,” Adrien says with a wave.
“I’ll take care of the literal sunshine that stumbled into all of our lives,” Dick smiles back as Tim and Jason come up behind the couch. Marinette moves her hand back so everyone, including Damian, is in the frame.
“Oh my gosh! Bug is that the boy you told Chloe about!” Adrien screamed, trying to point towards Damian, who still has his arm wrapped around her. Tim and Jason sat back down and Dick moved back to play more games.
“Chaton! Aren’t you and Kagami supposed to be at a match it is Thursday night,” Marinette asks, looking at the time: five.
“Bug, it’s already eleven here,” Adrien yawns falling onto his bed.
“That’s why I’m so tired,” Marinette yawns also.
“You should come home soon,” Adrien complains.
“I haven’t even been gone a week and while I’m there I don’t want to be someone I’m not,” Marinette sighs. “I’ll probably be back for Chinese New Year though to honor my parents. I’ll let you know when I have a plan.”
“Night Mar, just know Paris isn’t as bright with you not here,” Adrien says, sadly. “Luka misses you too. Chloe was angry, but it’s because she’s just dealing with it differently.”
“I understand bye Adrien love you. Hug everyone for me,” Marinette waves.
“Byeee!” He finishes as he hangs up.
Marinette puts her head on Damian’s shoulder.
“It’s good that you have supportive friends,” Damian states.
“Ya, I miss them a lot. Chloe got angry last night and hung up on me because she doesn’t deal with her sadness by getting angry almost like a self-defense mechanism. Luka is a mellow person, but I haven’t talked to him since Monday. Kagami is lovably awkward. I think she shuts down a bit with grief,” Marinette explains. She then stands up while saying. “I think I’m going to head to my apart because in Paris, as Adrien said, it’s quite late. Luckily for me, Diana is going into work later than normal because she returning from her family.”
“Can I show you the way out?” Damian asks, standing as well.
“That would be lovely,” Marinette said then turned to look at the rest of the boys as she left. “Bye guys it was nice seeing you again.”
“Wait, are you having someone drive you home?” Damian asks, catching her hand before she could walk out the now open door.
“I feel like walking. It’s been two weeks since I’ve been on a nice long walk. I’ll text you when I get home,” Marinette says, hugging Damian. She then waved as she walked out.
Once she was a good distance away from the manor she transformed. She loved the feeling of wind in her hair. She swung up to the tallest building, Wayne Enterprises, and sat on top looking over the foreign city. Not long after she looked over the city she heard footsteps land and crunch in the snow behind.
She jumps up and is in a fighting position as she demands. “Announce yourself.”
“I could say the same to you,” a deep voice says from the other side of the building that was somehow shadowy.
“Stop it, be nice,” another voice answers, then steps into view. “I’m Red Hood.”
“I’m Ladybug,” Marinette responds, dropping her stance. The other person steps into view. “You look like a traffic light. Seriously? Who wears yellow, green, red, and black?”
“Hey! That’s was my suit design!” Nightwing tries to defend himself.
“How old were you when you designed it,” Marinette deadpanned, crossing her arms.
“Twelve,” the traffic light boy said. “Wearing this costume is a right of passage and the name is Robin. Your concept isn’t much better. Seriously a ladybug?”
“Master chose to give me this miraculous; I didn’t have a choice. But I’m quite fond of the spots thought and I’m pretty sure I needed Tikki’s luck back when I first got the miraculous,” Marinette said, backing up. “Well, it was nice meeting you guys.” She then jumped off the building. Robin and Nightwing ran to the edge and saw her catch herself with her yo-yo.
“A yo-yo? Is she an actual child?” Robin sighed. “Do we even know if she is a hero?”
“Red Robin, Ladybug is her name. Find out everything you can about her,” Nightwing states into his comm.
They finished their patrol quickly and headed back to the manor. He received a text from his Angel that told him that she made it home fine.
Tim has information on the hero when they made to the Batcave. “She is from Paris.”
“Was she one of the heroes that banned all supers from entering Paris?” Jason asks, pulling up a chair, he sat back facing the computer with his leg on either side. He had come to the Batcave when he had heard of the new to Gotham hero.
“Yes that was her and for good reason,” Tim says while pulling up the video. “This announcement made a little over two and a half years ago.”
A young Ladybug stood in front of Le Grand Paris Hotel while speaking into the crowd and cameras. “To all supers, we had previously reached out to, we no longer want any help from any superheroes besides the ones of either Chat Noir or my own choosing.’
“If akumatized, we don’t know how we would deal with superpowers on top of Hawkmoth’s powers. For the good of Paris do not enter here till further notice,” Chat Noir says. “Not only would the power be unbearable, but Hawkmoth would also know everything you know, including any secret identities. Thank you for all of your patients, have a good rest of your day,” he finishes before him and the young Ladybug jump off the scene.
“They look so young,” Dick says, leaning on the back of Tim’s chair.
“That’s because they were that young. Ladybug, now, couldn’t be any older than me. That means that, if Chat Noir is the same age, they started with this Hawkmoth bull when they were thirteen or fourteen. That god damn city put their faith in teenagers barely in high school,” Damian says, looking closer at the video.
“That’s not right,” Dick says, shaking his head.
“At least we had the choice, but who chooses to be a city’s only hope against the unknown?” Jason says, putting his head on his hands that were resting on the chair’s back.
“They recently defeated the terrorist, who was a miraculous holder named Hawkmoth. He had been terrorizing Paris for three years. Her partners’ names are Chat Noir, Ryuko, Viperon, and Queen Bee, they still do patrols and help with petty crimes. She had more partners, now retired never told why, but their names were Carapace and Rena Rouge, they haven’t been seen in two years. Chat Noir gave a statement earlier this week saying that Ladybug has left, but would be back sometimes or if Paris was in danger. She was last seen at a house fire of the Dupain-Cheng’s house and Bakery all people died. Only two bodies were found,” Tim summed up, looking at his brothers.
“What’s Marinette’s last name?” Jason asked, looking at Damian.
“Dupain-Cheng? But she said she was an only child,” Damian thought sitting down in a chair beside Tim.
“She is by these pictures, but it says three dead,” Tim said pulling up the picture of her family standing out front of the bakery, this was back when she wore her hair in pigtails.
“She said she didn’t want to talk about her past during the measurements,” Jason said. “Does everyone think she’s dead?”
“That’s true, right here, an article says all the Dupain-Chengs died in the fire two weeks ago on Saturday and were buried last week Sunday,” Tim said, scrolling through the article.
“But she’s clearly alive, why would she move?” Jason asked, standing
“But more importantly there’s a connection between her and Ladybug. Wait… blue hair and eyes, petite figure. They were both last seen, well accounted for at the fire” Damian said.
“They’re the same person, both from Paris and they were last seen around the same time. Both, Ladybug and Marinette, had a reason to run even if we don’t know what that reason is just yet,” Tim said.
“Seriously, even Damian’s girlfriend is special? Why can’t we meet normal people?” Jason said, throwing up his hands and left the Batcave.
“I’ll ask her about it next time I see her,” Damian said, leaving the Batcave as well.
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Just One More Game
Hello lovely gigglers! This is a tickle fic for the musical Falsettos!
Summary: Jason wants to play chess. Whizzer and Marvin want him to do Bar Mitzvah practice.
What is ‘normal’?
Well, according to Jason’s mother Trina, ‘normal’ was socialising with other children: making connections with people your own age. But that just wasn’t how Jason rolled. In fact, Jason’s strongest connection was with somebody more than double his age, his best friend Whizzer. Who also happened to be Jason’s fathers boyfriend, so they lived together half the time.
Jason much preferred the time he spent at his father’s house to the time he spent at his mother’s. Trina was always nagging him to go play outside like a normal kid, but Marvin and Whizzer just accepted him for who he was.
It was a dull Sunday morning, and Jason was doing Bar Mitzvah practice in his room at his father’s house. And he must admit, he was finding it very difficult. It was almost impossible to concentrate on the Hebrew letters before him when there was a chess board on the other side of his room just begging to be played with. And of course, his playing side won.
Mavin decided to walk in to the room to check on his son, and couldn’t say that he was surprised by the sight that greeted him.
“Jason, you should be doing your Bar Mitzvah work”, he sighed, knowing that it was probably no use. It was Jason after all.
“I will after I finished this game”, he grumbled, spinning the board around and advancing a black knight.
“Well”, Whizzer said, walking into the room, “You may ‘swell have someone to play with kid!”. He sat himself on the white side of the board.
“Whizzer”, Marvin groaned, “Your not helping”.
“What?”, Whizzer defended, “He said that after this game he’d get back to his Bar Mitzvah work!”.
“And you believed him.”
“Of course I believed him!”
“Guys, stop talking about me like I’m not right here!”
Marvin just sighed again, not knowing what else to do: “Fine, but after your done, back to work!”.
Yet after the short game of chess, Jason easily emerging victorious, he had no intention of going back to practicing, like Marvin suspected.
“Another game?”, he asked.
“Oh come on kid, you made an agreement with your father”, Whizzer reasoned.
“No I didn’t”, Jason said, “I never agreed to anything. Marvin just made a statement which I neither confirmed nor denied”.
“Ok”, Whizzer said, trying to sound stern, “Iv’e been easy with you kid for the last few months, but it’s about time I set some boundaries, as I am kind of your second father. So, get to work now or you will regret it. Trust me, Iv’e had experience with naughty children before, I know how to make them listen to me”.
Jason just smiled. Whizzer definitely wasn’t the hitting type.
“Oh really”, he said smugly, “Demonstrate”.
Whizzer eyed him, “Ok kid, you asked for it”.
In a swift movement, Whizzer grabbed Jason by his belly and placed him in his lap. He held him down and started tickling him.
Jason chuckled: “Nice try, that doesn’t work on me”.
“What?”, Whizzer said, stopping his fingers, “You mean your not ticklish?”.
Jason shrugged: “You shouldn’t be surprised. I’m no normal child after all”.
“Wow”, Whizzer remarked in slight disbelief, “You really are something kid”.
Jason wiggled himself out of Whizzer’s lap and resumed his position on the black side of the board.
“Ok, just one more game, please?”, he begged.
“No”, Whizzer replied stubbornly.
That was the moment that a rather cheeky thought crossed Jason’s mind.
“Well”, the twelve-year-old began, “I just so happen to know some adult disciplining techniques to”.
Whizzer chuckled: “And what might they be?”.
Jason slowly crawled towards Whizzer, his smile doubling in size: “Oh, same as yours”.
Whizzer’s eyes widened, realising what the boy meant. He instantly went red, hoping that Jason hadn’t noticed his sudden change in mood. Yet Jason picked up on the smallest of details, and just by looking at Whizzer, knew that he must have been hysterically ticklish. And boy, was Jason ready to wreck him!
The only question was: How? Jason was very small for his age, and Whizzer was tall and strong and manly. How would Jason manage to tickle him without getting injuries? That was when he got an idea.
He flung himself towards Whizzer at full force, knocking him over, and he instantly sat on the mans stomach. With Whizzer in this position, there was no way that he could escape, no matter how strong he was. Plus, he wouldn’t want to hurt his little buddy.
“Now”, Jason said, “For the last time Whizzer, will you play one more game of chess with me?”.
Whizzer shook his head: “Nah kid. And I’m not even ticklish”.
It was worth a try, right?
Jason smirked and poked the man’s belly, causing him to yelp and jerk.
Jason gasped in fake offence, “You lied to me!”. He swiftly dug his ten little pointy fingers into his best friend’s sides. He tossed his head back in hysterics, laughing and squealing and giggling. Jason gave him an evil look, and raised his fingers closer to Whizzer’s underarms.
“Nohohho Jahahahahson!”, he cried, wiggling like a worm.
“One more chess game, pleeeaassee”, Jason whined, continuing his attack.
“NOHOHO YOHOHOHOHOUR DAHAHAHAHAD WOULD KIHIHIHIHIHIHILL MEHEHEHE!”, Whizzer exclaimed, completely helplessly.
Jason was highly amused by the state that he was managing to inflict on the tall, deep masculine figure beneath him. He was the least likely person that you would expect to emit girlish shrieks.
“Well, I’m already killing you, aren’t I?”, Jason teased, scratching at Whizzer’s underarms.
“SHIHIHIHIHIT YOHOHOHOUR GROUHOUHOUNDED YOUHOUNG MAHAHAHN!”, Whizzer laughed hysterically, his legs flailing around uselessly beneath the weight of Jason on his stomach.
Marvin noticed the commotion.
“Hey, whats going on in he-”.
He cut his sentence short at the sight before him. He wanted to be angry at his son, after all, he was supposed to be doing Bar Mitzvah work; but he couldn’t feel any other emotion besides bliss at hearing the sound of his boyfriend’s adorable laughter. And of course, the amusement that his rough and tough boyfriend was being reduced to near tears by his twelve-year-old son.
“HEHEHEHELP MAHAHAHRVIN!”, Whizzer begged.
“Oh, whats wrong babe? My little boy too much for you to handle?”, Marvin teased.
Jason halted the attack immediately: “What did you just call me?”.
“What do you mean, ‘What did I just call you’?”, Marvin asked his son.
“You just called me ‘Your little boy’!”, Jason complained.
Marvin chuckled, “Well you are, it’s the truth”.
Jason narrowed his eyebrows, before turning to the complete red-faced mess below him.
“Ok”, Jason said, “Heres the deal. Dad is very ticklish on his neck. If you help me tickle him, I won’t tickle you”.
Whizzer just grinned up at Jason: “Sounds like a plan kid”.
Marvin instantly bolted out the door, he knew how much of an evil tickler his boyfriend could be.
“And”, Jason added, not the slightest bit worried about Marvin getting a head start, “Every second he’s in hysterics is fifteen minutes of me doing Bar Mitzvah practice”.
“Oh, he’s in for it!”, Whizzer announced, which sounded a bit like a battle cry. Jason chuckled and got off him, and in a matter of seconds, Whizzer had managed to tackle Marvin onto his own bed.
Marvin struggled beneath him: “Whizzer, no!”.
“The kid says that for every second your in hysterics, he’ll do fifteen minutes of practice. Isn’t that nice babe?”, Whizzer cooed before attacking his boyfriend’s hips with wiggly pokes and drills. And of course, Jason went for his neck.
Marvin didn’t even try fighting back his hysterical laughter, for he knew that it would result in more Bar Mitzvah practice for Jason. But boy, was this unbearable.
Metaphorically speaking; Marvin actually was quite fond of laughing his head off. It made him feel careless and free. But most importantly, loved.
“NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!”, he cried, “STAHAHAHAHAHAHAWP!”.
“Stop? Why? We’re just getting started”, Whizzer teased.
“You know what, I think he likes this”, Jason said.
Again, the boy could pick up on small details that others couldn’t. Like the twinkle in his father’s eyes, and the way that his cheeks tinted at the corner of his lips.
This comment made Whizzer laugh and blush harder. Jee, he hoped his son was keeping track of the numbers.
“Ok, stop now, one straight day is a bit much”, Jason said, lifting his hands.
Yet Whizzer kept it up.
Jason groaned: “I’m serious, stop”.
“What? No amount of practice is too much practice kiddo”, Whizzer said, as he spidered his quick fingers across Marvin’s belly.
Jason shook his head, and pounced on to Whizzer. And soon, both men were wrecking the tall man.
What is ‘normal’?
Well, I guess normal is a word that we use to describe something that the majority of the population does, feels or enjoys.
And sure, Jason couldn’t be typically described as normal. He was a young and sassy boy who could outsmart every adult in his life! But he still did partake in the common tradition of family bonding. Even though he was never the clingy type, he loved his family more than anything.
I guess thats ‘normal;’.
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thanksgiving with the wayne’s
A big thanks goes to @fsketchart for helping me revise this! Gosh you are such a lifesaver! Ilysm <3
Hey guys! I hope you all have a good Thanksgiving! Please rest, you all deserve it! And if you plan on going Black Friday shopping, please be safe! And buy me 346784783 fluffy jackets, ok ty ily all!
lil heads up to clear things up: Damian and Marinette have known each other for about two years in this au, They met when Marinette went down to Gotham for a field trip. And ya you guys can guess the rest they basically fell head over heels for each other but they are both dumb lil babies.
ANOTHER HEADS UP LOL : basically this is going to be the most random thing you’ll ever read! enjoy!!
The autumn leaves crunched at her feet, The breeze blowing quickly causing goosebumps to form against her soft smooth skin.
“Ahh Autumn,” Marinette thought to herself. Marinette loved the thought of fall. She loved the feel of everything, Everything was so beautiful. Different colors of red, orange, and yellow danced around the ground. She especially loved the fashion. She literally would die for a knitted sweater right now.
At this point Marinette was gathering the last bits of ingredients that were on her shopping list. You see, Damian invited Marinette to spend the holidays with him and his family. And of course Marinette couldn’t say no to him. And as an add on, Marinette offered to help cook Thanksgiving dinner with Alfred! Marinette was ecstatic and couldn't wait to see the family. Marinette snapped out of her train of thought when she realized she was zoning out. Flushed and embarrassed, she whipped out her wallet to pay the cashier. The cashier just chuckled and smiled.
“Would that be all Miss?”
“Yes, Thank you!”
“No problem, miss, Have a lovely Thanksgiving!” He said while handing her bags full over spices.
“You too!” Marinette walked out of the store with her thoughts filled with a special loving someone.
“Come on Demon Spawn! Help us decorate the house!” Jason yelped. At this moment, Tim, Dick, and Jason were decorating this house with many different types of decorations you can name! Fake leaves, pumpkins, and cornucopias! They knew Marinette loved fall and they wanted to do something special for her. Tim was making a list of where he wanted everything to be placed while Dick was setting up the lights.
“Absolutely not.”
“Aw come on! Your girlfriend would love it!” Jason yelled from across the room, as he set the dinner table. They all knew Damian had a soft spot for Marinette, they just wanted to see the two together!
“Marinette is not my girlfriend, she’s just a friend that I invited over to stay with us.” Damian snarled.
“Yeah right!" Dick said exasperated. "We've seen the look you give her, baby bird! Come on whenever you look at her you look so happy!”
“He has a point Damian,” Tim added on.
“Oh shut up, and hand me a pumpkin.” Damian snarled while trying to hide his blush.
Different wonderful aromas filled the air. Cinnamon, pumpkin and vanilla scents danced together, leaving a pleasant sweet smell that filled the air. The kitchen counters were a disorganized mess of different ingredients.
“Hey Alfred, Can you pass me the spice to your left? The stuffing is a bit on the bland side.” Marinette whisper yelled over to Alfred.
“Yes of course Ms.Marinette.” Alfred said while walking over to Marinette and handing over the spices.
“Thank you-”
“WOAH IT SMELLS AMAZING IN HERE!” Dick yelled while running to the table counter. He looked around and inhaled the sweet scents before signing. Noticing where the pleasant aroma came from, he gave puppy dog eyes.
“Ohh can I try some? Please Marinette!!!” He begged.
“It's not done yet Dick, maybe later.” Marinette said.
“Aw come on! It's probably already amazing!” He said while trying to steal the bowl away from her.
“No Dick! I want it to be perfect!” Marinette yelled.
Within seconds of fighting over the bowl of stuffing, Dick had finally been able to snatch it right out of Marinette's hands. But everything went into slow-motion as the aluminum bowl slipped out of Dicks grasp and landed straight onto Marinette’s head.
“Oh my god! I am so sorry!” Dick yelped.
“Oh two can play at that game!” Marinette yelled while throwing a hand full of stuffing towards Dick.
“Oh you're so on!” Dick roared while grinning ear to ear.
“You two are insufferable.” Alfred said while leaving the room.
Dick and Marinette spent the next few minutes at war. The flour was all over their hands and hair as the spice were spilling onto the floor. The battle became so fierce some of the desserts were beginning to spill onto the floor and get crushed by pots and pans that were falling and flying everywhere.
“What’s going o-” Damian was interrupted by a huge amount of pudding landing right onto his hair.
Some unrecognizable sounds came out of Dicks and Marinette's mouth.
Marinette quickly ran up to Damian, and tried to quickly clean up the leftover pudding that was in his hair. “Oh my gosh! I am so sorry Dami! Dick tried to taste some of my stuffing that wasn’t done yet, and ended up spilling it all over me and that's how this all started! Now everything is ruined! I am really sorry! I can’t believe that happened! Oh my goodness I’m so sorry I ruined everything-”
A soft finger landed on top of Marinette's lips.
“Shh you’re rambling Angel. Don’t worry about it, Dick can be like that sometimes.”
“Hey!” Dick screamed.
“Shut it Dick, Like I was saying its ok, let's get you cleaned up ok?” Damian whispered.
“Ya ok.” Marinette said while looking down Way to go, Marinette! I can't believe I ruined Thanksgiving dinner! Everyone is going to annoyed...I can't believe I let it escalate that quickly! Marinette thought to herself.
Damian placed two hands under Marinette's chin and lifted it up, causing her to warp back into present time.
“I'm not mad at you Angel, I would never be.” He said while taking her hand into his and rubbing circles around her palm with his thumb.
“Ew you two go get a room!” Dick teased.
“Once again Dick, Shut it. Make sure you clean up this mess ok? And try to salvage some of the food.”
“Ugh why do I have to do it!” Dick whined
“You are the one who started this no? So be the one to finish it.” Damian snarled.
“Ugh fine, But Marinette you owe me one of your MDC originals!”
Marinette giggled, “Ok Dick whatever you say!”
“Come on Mari, Let's get you cleaned up.” Damian said while leading them to her guest room she was staying in.
“Damian you really don’t have to help me, I can do this by myself.” Marinette said while turning around in her seat. They were both seated by her vanity. After that random food fight, Marinette had to shower three times just to take out all the leftover food debris stuck in her hair! Damian insisted on helping her get fixed up. He made sure she was alright by washing her dirty laundry, and by helping her comb her hair.
“It's quite alright Angel, and besides I want to help.”
“T-thanks Dami! But I’m quite capable of combing my hair.” Marinette chuckled.
“Oh I know, It's just fun.” Damian said while combing through the last piece of her tangled hair and placing a feather light kiss on top of it.
“Since you’re all cleaned up, Why don’t we go help Dick clear up downstairs, and try to salvage some of the food?” Damian said while patting her shoulders. Of course he doesn’t want this lovely moment to end, but his brothers would probably start to get suspicious. And he wasn’t in the mood to deal with that right now.
So they weren’t able to salvage any of the food.
During the epic food fight, Dick managed to jump over the counter, bringing the whole turkey down with him.
So what other option did they have?
They ordered take-out. Duh.
They were all scattered around the living room. Bruce and Alfred were sitting at a nearby table talking about the past events, and Tim, Dick, and Jason were sitting right beside the fireplace enjoying their Chinese food, while having an argument about something ridiculous. But Damian didn’t care. The only thing he cared about was the petite body curled up right beside him. There sat Marinette dozing off right in his arms.
Best Thanksgiving Ever. He thought to himself, right before drifting off to sleep.
HI GUYS !!! I hope y'all enjoyed this, I know this is a random au fic thingy BUT ITS OK. ily all!!
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J&C’s RTA (or, for the boring people: Jake and Charles’ Road Trip Adventure)
Pairings: Implied Jake Peralta/Charles Boyle, Mentioned Jake Peralta/Amy Santiago, Jake Peralta/Original Male Character (OC)
Warnings: One mention of antisemitism, but it isn't graphic.
Summary: When Jake returns from being undercover, Charles realises how depressed he is over Amy's rejection. He decided the perfect remedy is a BFF Road trip. Little does he know, this Road Trip will bring some interesting revelations into the light.
A/n: This is for the @b99fandomevents Summer 2020 Fic Exchange written for @impossiblyizzy! Hope you enjoy!
As soon as Jake returned to the precinct after being undercover, Charles began to plan this trip. He knew about Jake confessing his feelings to Amy (squeal), and how he was horribly rejected. When he returned, unchanged from his stint undercover, Charles vowed to take Jake on a road trip to end all road trips.
He even decided that Jake could dub their trip, hoping that would cheer him up. It did, and so they left on their summer J&C’s RTA—unknowing that what would happen could possibly change the course of their friendship forever.
Of course, Charles knew that they had to have an appropriate car to travel the way in, that’s why he chose a 1960’s panel van, like the one from Scooby-Doo. He thought Jake would look at it and smile; he did, but his smile disappeared almost instantly. Even when he climbed inside and looked around at all the snacks and chips Charles had bought (he had decided on the ones Jake likes, not the ones he liked that had a crunchy mealworm flavour. But Jake looked at them and smiled again, leaning against the window as Charles began to drive to their first location.
The music was blaring: Jake had insisted that Carly Rae-Jepsen and Taylor Swift be playing constantly at full volume. Charles had one hand outside the car, dragging it through the air, feeling the wind between his fingers as they flew past grand houses in the suburbs of New York at break-neck speed. Jake had his eyes closed against the rays of the sunlight coming through the windshield, a small smile tugging on his lips.
He was picturing Amy here with him, experiencing the beginnings of this elysian sunset.
“You know what you need?” Charles said, not taking his eyes off the road.
Jake shrugged, “A dartboard with Teddy’s dumb stupid face on it?”
“No,” Charles sighed, “You need to find someone else. Someone who will make you forget about Amy!”
Jake shook his head “I don’t know, Charles, I just can’t do that. Everyone would remind me of Amy.” He knew this was a lie, he could find someone who was the opposite of Amy and love them for the night, but it wouldn’t be the same, because all he would be able to think of would be how it wasn’t Amy holding him, kissing his neck…
“Well, I’m sure someone where we’re going will have a pair of lips for you.”
“In a weird way, thanks.”
They arrived at their first hotel stop the next day, after taking turns driving. It wasn’t much, but it was grand in its own way, with charming old windows and exposed brick. It was almost like a cottage, but with people and balconies watching you arrive. Charles slung his bag over his bag, slamming his car door shut as Jake did the same.
The receptionist was an older woman, scowling with tiny glasses on the bridge of her nose as Charles smiled and gave their room numbers. He’d decided, for privacy (a new concept for Charles, but one he was willing to learn for the sake of his heartbroken friend), that they would have separate rooms. He looked back from the scornful woman to Jake, who was frantically typing on his phone.
“Who’s that?” Charles asked as Jake shot up, eyes wide, like he’d been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
“Oh, uh, no one, just…you know, Rosa…”
Charles raised an eyebrow “Oh, yeah, right, we both know Rosa doesn’t text you for that long,” His eyes comically widened in realisation, like the parent who had caught him with said hand in the cookie jar, “you’re texting Amy, aren’t you?”
“What? Charles, no, why would I?”
Before Charles could respond, the scowling woman passed over the two keys, suddenly breaking out into a fond smile that shook Charles slightly. He grabbed them and thanked her “You boys have fun; are you waiting on another couple?” She asked, holding back the other key.
Charles blushed, suddenly a bumbling mess “Uh, no, we-we’re not…uh…we’re not a couple…” He managed to blurt out, watching as the woman pushed her glasses up and smiled awkwardly.
“Oh, I’m sorry, here,” she replied, handing over the second key before gesturing to the stairs “your floor is the third, first two doors on the right, you can’t miss them.”
“Ok, great, thanks” Jake said, grabbing his bags and dragging Charles away from the woman, who he was still gaping at for assuming the two of them were a couple. They were halfway up the stairs when Jake turned back to Charles, who was still frowning as he walked.
“You know,” Jake started “I never imagined you to act so weird just because someone assumed you were with a dude”.
Charles shook his head again, furrowing his eyebrows as they finally got to their respective rooms “Oh, no, it wasn’t that I just realised that she looked like Julia Child! I have all her cookbooks, she looked just like her!”
“Oh, sorry.”
“It’s fine.”
There was a pause as they both stood in their hallways, staring at each other. The night was still hot and the stars that had just peaked out from the New York smog were shining through, creating an almost blue effect on Jake and Charles face. Jake had to stop; in this light, he noted how handsome his best friend truly was, but only in the way that his looks complimented his personality nicely.
Jake swallowed on air, Adam’s apple bobbing “I’m…going to go in. I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Yeah,” Charles nodded, smiling a toothless grin “See you in the morning.”
They went into their separate rooms. Charles couldn’t sleep: he didn’t really understand why Jake got so offended about his supposed shock around being called a couple. He figured it was just a normal Jake move, standing up for whatever he felt was right. Maybe he felt a compassion to help those marginalised groups. After all, Jake had revealed to them the horrific things said about him in his youth when he wore the star of David around his neck.
Charles decided to sleep it off. Jake wasn’t doing much sleeping, and wasn’t planning on doing so until his casual fling was out of his room. He wanted them to stay, for that bit of closeness he really needed from anyone, but he decided that it was easier this way, for them to sneak out in the early hours of the morning.
Morning came, and the weather had ramped up again. It was a heavy heat that made it almost impossible to breathe, and Boyle was sure he would’ve died if it wasn’t for his sleep apnoea mask keeping him breathing. He almost slept in, like he was planning to, but housekeeping knocked (even though he had put ‘do-not-disturb’ on his door handle), and he found himself scurrying out of the room in shorts and a t-shirt.
Unfortunately—or, fortunately, for Jake, Boyle had stepped out of his room the exact time his fling of the night left, planting a big kiss on his lips, while Jake stood in the doorway of his room, dressed only in a pair of white boxers.
“Thanks for a great night.” The man, Jason, he had introduced himself as, said, walking straight past Boyle’s gobsmacked face. Although, it did make a lot of sense for Jake to like guys, when he thought about it. Jake stared back at Charles with a pale face, one arm outstretched.
“How much of that did you see?” He asked, not as concerned as Charles thought he would be, judging on the nice shade of translucent Jake had seemingly turned “I need to know so I can gauge how big my lie has to be”
Charles cut him off “Jake, you could’ve just told me.”
Jake’s shoulders slumped “I know. But…I don’t know, I’ve been keeping this a secret for so long, I was worried you’d be mad. No one knows, if that helps, not even Gina.”
“Knows what?”
Jake flushed red “You know what.”
Charles took a step forward, trying his best to be comforting to his embarrassed and half-naked friend. “I know, but…but it might help you if you say it out loud.”
He had a glint in his eye, and Charles could detect it as unwavering emotion and unshed tears from years of pent-up frustration. He wonders how many times Jake’s tried to tell the squad, how many times he’s tried to correct the pronouns of whoever he’d been on a date with the day before his shift. “N—” he let out a deep blowing breath, “No one else knows…that I’m Bisexual.”
Charles smiled proudly, reaching out to pull Jake into a hug. He didn’t cry, not even as Charles stroked his back comfortingly. He was just relieved that someone else knew. If it had to be anyone, he was glad it was Charles.
“If it helps…no one would judge you. Especially not me.” Charles gave a stern look, and Jake almost begged him silently to continue. “I’m Pansexual! I thought you knew, Jakey, I talk about my fat crush on Dave from HR all the time!”
If Jake was in a cartoon, his eyes would be like saucers right about now. “I thought you meant in…like, a bro way!”
“There is no way me talking about all the explicit things I’d let him do could possibly be in a bro way.” Charles deadpanned as Jake let out a breathy laugh.
“Cool.” Jake said, smiling at his friend as if their eyes had just met for the first time in their friendship. He sits down on the motel fire escape, and Charles joins him, knees brushing against each other “So how does being Pan work?”
Charles sighed “A lot of people say a lot of different things. For me…I’m attracted to the soul of someone before their body. I don’t care about gender, as long as they’re kind and intellectually sexy.” He was staring straight at Jake now (no pun intended).
“We’re super dumb.” Jake groaned.
“Yep.”
“Are our gay-dars that broken that we’ve been friends for what? Five years? And neither of us knew the other was LGBTQIA?”
Charles let out a large giggle, smiling at Jake, nudging him slightly “One hell of a road-trip, right?”
“Yeah,” Jake smiled back, “And it’s only just started.”
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Dick Grayson x oc
Mentions of rape and abuse of these are triggering please do not read!!!
We live in a world where when you turn 21 you can see what your soulmate writes on your their body, it appears on yours as well and that’s how they communicate we can communicate so at 21 I did what I normally did during math and drew a cute bumblebee on my arm and didn’t think of it until that night when I saw
“ a bee seriously” and I responded with
“Bees are cute what do you bring to the table” I smile when he instantly wrote back
“Hey I’m pretty cool myself, where are you?” He asks
“San fan” I respond and he says
“What’s your name” and I laugh a little
“Sandy and you,” I ask
“Dick” he responds
“That’s quite a name isn’t it” and I drew a laughing face after and smiled until he said
“Meet me?” And I smile even wider
“When and where” we planned to meet at the park not far from my shared apartment with my ex because both of us were to broke to live alone. I got to the park at the set time and waited until I realized
“I don’t know what you look like,” I wrote and he responded with
“Don’t worry I got that handled” and I was confused until this beautiful man approached me
“Sandy?” He asks and I smiled at him
“Dick, wow your attractive,” I said and then realized what I said and turned red looking down
“Hey now, don’t look down, I think you're Incredibly beautiful as well, hey let’s walk back to my place, I want you to meet my family,” he says and I smile
“A little fast aren’t we?” I ask and he smiled
“We are meant to be, why wouldn’t I want you to my self as fast as possible” and I smile until his door had eye recognition
“Where exactly do you live” I question and he looks at me
“Trust me,” he asks and I nod as we go Into the elevator
“So where do you live,” he asks
“ a little east of the park, I live with my ex actually I couldn't afford my own place when we broke up so I ignore him” I smile and he doesn't look pleased I go to ask what’s wrong when the elevator door opens revealing the nicest place I’ve ever seen
“Oh my god you live here,” I say and he smiles nodding
“Yo, Rachel, Gar, Dawn, Hank, Rose, Korie, Donna, Jason” he screams and outcome all different types of people, a young girl with purple hair and a jewel in her forehead, and another young girl with an eyepatch, a young guy with green hair, and a woman my age with white hair, another with brown, and a really really tall man and a young guy maybe 18 with dark hair
“Everyone meets Sandy my soulmate” he smiles and I look at everyone
“Dawn and Hank are soulmates as well,” Dick says pointing to the tall man and white-haired woman
“Hi it’s really nice to meet you, I didn’t realize there would be this much age gap tho for you and Dick,” Dawn says and I look at him
“I’m 28” and I smile
“The way she said it I thought you where 40 or something I was gonna says you look good for your age” I joke and he smiles putting an arm around my waist so I step a little closer
“I’m Rachel nice to meet you, it’ll be nice having another girl around the tower” she smiles and I smile back
“Damn Grayson didn’t think you could get one this hot” the dark-headed boy says and I look at him
“Excuse Jason he’s a jerk most of the time but he’s family,” Dick says and I smile
“Dick, who are all these people? what is this place,?” I ask
“Oh right uh, we are the titans this is titan tower,” he says and I look
“Oh my god Hawk on Dove, are Hank and Dawn,” I say and he nod confirming, so I keep going
“So that would make you Donna, Wonder Girl, and Rachel, Raven right?” And he nods again
“And Gar is the tiger and Jason’s Robins and Rose is Ravager” and he nods again
“So that would make you Nightwing,” he says and I look at him and he blushes
“Oh my god my soulmate is Nightwing,” I say and he smiles
“We will leave you two alone!” Dawn smiles rushing everyone back to their room
“ Dick that’s hot, I’ve had a crush on Nightwing since he saved me a three years ago, and that was you” I smile
“When did I save you,” he asks and I smile
“of course you don’t remember it’s fine, I was 18, and one of Dr. Lights henchmen took me captive and was trying to-” I cut myself off and continue
“and you swooped in and kicked ass and ended up saving my ass, except my clothes were ripped from what happened you gave me, your cape and I think that may have been the only time you wore a cape,” I said and he looked at me
“Oh I remember that you were there” I nod and he pulls me closer to him into a hug and I hug back
“No one will ever touch you again,” he says and I smile at him
“Put your number in my phone,” I say as we pull apart and he does we spend the rest of the day getting to know each other and messing around and then it got late
“I would probably head home,” I say and he pouts
“Move-in,” he says and my eyes go wide
“What?” I choke out
“Move in with me here” he says and I smile kissing his cheek
“Maybe but now I need to go home” I smile and he walks me home
“Thanks for being you,” I say and he smiles grabbing my Chin with his thumb and pointer finger lifting my head and kissing me on my porch
“Thanks for letting Me,” he says and I put my key in to go in
“God damnit it’s about time you got home, whos this asshole” my ex Luke shows at the door
“Not now asshat go inside” I push him in and say a quick goodnight to Dick, truth be told Luke is abusive, and I’m about done
“With another guy whore,” he says and I go to my room and pack my stuff
“Where are you going”. He says and I say
“To live with my soulmate” I snap and he looks at me
“No you aren’t leaving me, you won’t leave,” he says and punches the shit out of me I know I’ll have bruises tomorrow but I’ve taken 4 years of all martial arts and got really good really fast so I take him down he’s passed out and I pack the rest of my shit, bruises on my face, arms and ribs as he didn’t go down without a fight and I call Dick on my way back over
“Hey, it’s almost 2 in the morning what’s up,” he asks and I swallow hard getting to his door
“I’m coming over and I’ll move in with you right now please just let me in,” I say and the doors open I rush in and to the elevator and finally get upstairs with all my stuff, I see Dick and rush to him, while I won the fight it’s been so long I’ve lived like that I’m FINALLY free and I’m crying, I hold onto him and he wraps his arms around me to right
“Ouch looser,” I say and he asks why so I look at him
“Oh my god, he did this, what the hell I’m going to” but I cut him off
“I already did,” I say and dick looks surprised
“You did” he questions
“After when you saved me I decided I didn't wanna be vulnerable or weak, I got a private teacher and took intense mixes of martial arts for the past four years and I’m a natural” I smile at him
“Yeah ok I should have seen that coming” he smiles and we move my stuff into his room and eventually fall asleep. Waking up the next morning I walk to the kitchen and see Dawn, Donna, and Jason already up as well
“Oh she stayed the night” Jason snarks and then actually turns to face me
“Holy shit what happened to you?” he asks leading to Donna and Dawn turning around and their eyes widening
“Sandy, what happened?” Donna asked
“Long story short, I lived with an abusive ex because I couldn’t afford anywhere else, and we got into a fight last night and I won but I also moved in at 2 am” I smile and Jason looks at me then starts walking straight at me and I’m nervous for a second until he hugs me and I wrap my arms back around him, after a moment or two he lets go
“I’ll be back” and then he walked to the elevator and out of the tower
“What happened?” I ask both Donna and Dawn as Rachel, Gar and Hank walk-in
“ Did Jason just hug you?” Dawn asks and I nod my head smiling as Dick And Rose walk-in
“What’s everyone so quiet about,” Rose asks and I look at them all
“Is it that strange for that boy to hug me?” I ask and Donna breaks from her silence
“Jason showed affection, he’s human and not an asshole, Hank he’s a mini you!!! He hugged her” she practically screams and Dick looks at me weird
“Jason asked what happened I gave him summarily and then he hugged me and left” I explain and everyone nods and goes on with their life after the initial surprise. I make an actual breakfast for the group and we eat together and about an hour later Jason comes back and has blood on his hand
“Oh my god Jason are you okay” I rush over to him and grab his hand
“Yeah I’m fine, your ex won’t bother anyone again by the way,” he says and I look at him surprised, not scared but surprised
“He’s not dead if that’s what your thinking, he’s just beaten bad and in jail now,” he says and I nod
“Let me help you clean up this hand okay?” I say more as a statement than a question leading him to a bathroom ignoring the weird looks
“Why are you being so nice to me?” I ask him as I’m cleaning off his knuckles from where they are bleeding
“Not entirely sure I just have a weird feeling like I need to protect you, like not in a weird way, it’s just like I haven’t known you long right but it feels like your my sister and I need to make sure no one hurts you” he explains and I nod
“ maybe if you were nice to the rest of the titans like this they wouldn’t call you an asshole?” I joke and he laughs lightly
“What’s going on in here” I see Dick in the door frame
“Just some bonding time Dick, Jay here is going to be nicer to you all from now on” I smile and dick forces a smile and it seems like jealousy flashes across his eyes
“Good, about time,” he says and I look back at Jason
“ your hands good I wouldn’t go punching anyone any time soon tho, any worse and you need stitches” I smile and walk to Dick
“Hey love what’s the problem,” I ask once we get back to our shared room
“ Does he like you? Do you like him? I’ve never seen him that at ease with anyone and I dont want to lose you to my kid brother” Dick says and I grab his face and kiss him
“We do not have romantic feelings for each other he was saying I was like a sister to him in some way and I feel the same, Dicky I am your soulmate ok. Dont panic” I say and he smiles resting his head against mine
“ bumblebees are cute what do you bring to the table,” he says and I laugh
“Hey I’m pretty cool thank you,” I say as he kisses me again
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Chapter 2 of The One That Almost Got Away--But Came Back
Chapter 1 -
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Mr. Garrison looked down at his clipboard then began calling out names. After each name came a ‘here’ before the teacher assigned every student a partner. Everyone chatted between themselves as the fourth graders prepared for a Box Top reward field trip to Stark’s Pond.
When it came to numbers, Tweek had been one of the higher contributors to their class Box Top total. Plenty of the boxes and mixes at the shop had Box Tops on them, and his parents agreed to let him cut the tops out if he also broke down the boxes for recycling.
Finally, Mr. Garrison clapped his hands and announced everyone had to hold their partner’s hand on the walk there.
“You’re responsible for your buddy. Don’t mess it up,” Mr. Garrison reminded.
Token bumped Tweek with his elbow then held out his hand. As they walked down the sidewalk, Token chatted with Craig and Clyde in front of him. Tweek nodded and added his two cents once or twice, but remained quiet otherwise. Waiting at the crosswalk, Tweek looked at Token while he chatted.
He’d never noticed before how nice Token’s profile was. No wonder all the girls fawned over him. He was rich, had nice features, good hair, shiny teeth, and his hand was so soft and—
Tweek nearly stumbled but caught himself before anyone took much notice.
Token was holding his hand, his sweaty, dirty hand.
When was the last time Tweek washed it? Before or after recess? Could Token feel all the callouses he had from sweeping and mopping the shop? Of course, he had to! Token’s hand was so soft!
“Tweek?” Craig said. “Tweek?” He repeated loud enough to jerk Tweek’s attention from Token and his hand to the pair in front of them.
Huh?” Tweek asked, a twitch coming over him.
“Dude, are you ok? You look really red,” Craig told him.
“I’m, I’m...” Tweek looked once at Token, who wore a concerned expression. “I’m not feeling well.” With that, he let go of Token’s hand, turned towards the road and vomited.
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The lights in the nurse’s office buzzed as Tweek laid on the hard cot. His embarrassment made him pull the thin blanket over his head and wish he was dead.
The moment Clyde shouted, “Mr. Garrison! Tweek puked!”, all eyes turned towards Tweek, on his hands and knees, a small pool of stomach acid and ground up carrot sticks in front of him. The attention made him throw up the rest of his lunch.
Now the whole class thought he was gross.
Not to mention his parents would give him a lecture for getting sick and making one of them leave the shop.
The door open, and Tweek snapped his eyes shut.
“Just take a seat, sweetie. I’ll be back in just a second.” The nurse said. Someone walked and took the seat across the room and the door closed.
Tweak heard sniffing and dared to peek open his eyes.
Karen McCormick had a large scrape along her forearm and a bruise on her cheek. She held an ice pack to her face. Tears ran down her face. She didn't look happy, but this wasn't how she normally looked.
Kenny probably wouldn’t be happy if Tweek told him that Karen looked fine enough. Clearly, Kenny cared about his sister a lot. He deserved to know how she really was.
“Karen?” Tweek whispered.
She jumped and looked at him. “Oh, you’re one of Kenny’s friends.” She chewed her lip. “Kyle?”
“I’m Tweek,” Tweek corrected. “What happened?” He nodded at the ice pack.
Karen sniffled. “I got hit with a tether ball and fell on the blacktop.”
“Wow, that must have hurt. I’m sorry, but the nurse will have you fixed up in a jiffy.”
“I know. What about you? Why are you here?”
Tweak didn't particularly want to explain why he vomited or that the whole class staring made him do it twice, so instead, he explained he didn't feel well.
“A bell ache.” Tweek lifted a shoulder in a shrug.
“I hope you feel better.” Karen grinned crookedly, showing all her front teeth, including the two missing ones.
“You and Kenny have the same smile, ” Tweek replied in awe. He blushed then stammered, “sh-shit! I am so sorry! I didn't mean to—”
Karen shook her head. She lowered her icepack, revealing a black eye. With her free hand, she wiped her eyes on her wrist.
“Mommy said that too.” Karen put the icepack on her cheek.
“You must miss him a lot, don't you?”
“Yeah, but it's ok. Daddy says Kenny's up in Heaven, and I'll get to see him again when I'm an old granny,” She reassured. “Until then, he would want me to work hard and be happy! That's what Mommy said, too.”
“Your mom is right. He does--would. He would if he were still around, I mean.” Tweek caught himself from spilling his secret.
Karen smiled wryly. “Do you think God would let Kenny come visit tomorrow? Mom is making his favorite type of cake for his birthday. It would make her really happy if he came to eat with us.”
Tweak blinked. Kenny's birthday was tomorrow? He hadn’t known. Kenny didn’t mention it.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m sure God would be cool with that,” Tweek replied. “But I think angels are supposed to stay invisible on Earth, so you might not see him when he joins you.”
Karen’s eyes widen. They weren’t the same shade of blue as Kenny’s, but a warm brown. However, much like her smile, she shared the look in them with her brother. They held the same wonder that Kenny’s did. No doubt they were siblings.
She opened her mouth to speak, but the nurse came in then. Her expression was tired. After quickly doctoring Karen's arm, she shooed her off back to class with a new ice pack.
As she dug through a tub of clothes in the corner, she said to Tweek, “Tweek, dear, your mother is nearly here, you can go sit in the office with your bag.”
Tweak did as he was told.
In the office, he found Kyle, Jason White, and Jimmy Valmer sitting in front of Principal Victoria.
Each of them was dirty and soaking wet. Jason and Kyle looked annoyed and cold. Jason’s nose bleed and Kyle had a black eye to rival Karen's blooming over his right eye. Jimmy looked like the cat that ate the canary, despite his busted lip. One of his crunches had a slight bend to it and the other was caked with mud.
“I can’t believe you three jumped in Stark’s Pond on a dare, then starting a fight! I expect better from you three.” Principal Victoria sounded exasperated.
Jason wrang out his shirt over the trash as Kyle dropped his wet hat to his lap with a plop. Jimmy just beamed.
“We didn't jump in! Jimmy pushed us off the dock on a dare then jumped in himself,” Jason corrected with a glare.
“Mr. Garrison never sa- never sai- s-s-s—didn’t tell us we couldn’t jump in the pond,” Jimmy remark coyly, as though he just found the perfect loophole.
“You all could have frozen,” Principal Victoria chided.
“It’s March,” Jimmy told her. “You can’t freeze in M-March.”
“Maybe not in your old school, but you can here,” she stated. Pinching the bridge of her nose, Principal Victoria ordered all three of them into her office to discuss the apparent fight.
As they ushered in, Jimmy caught sight of Tweek. He gave a friendly wave, that Tweek slowly returned.
“Feel better,” Jimmy mouthed to him.
Jimmy was so cool, Tweek thought. He was funny and smart, even if his lazy eye sometimes made Tweek feel like he was watching him when he wasn’t. The same wave of nausea that hit him when he was admiring Token came over him.as
Luckily this time, he was able to settle his stomach as he waited, head down, for his mom to come to take him home.
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There was a funeral on Wednesday, so Tweek found Kenny just at the edge of his range, floating high up, trying to get a good view.
For whatever reason, Kenny could only go about ten feet in any direction from his grave before hitting a wall. The first time Kenny explained this in full, he demonstrated by pretending to be a mime stuck in a box. He even ‘picked’ an imaginary flower, smelled it, then offered it to Tweek.
As Tweek pretended to sniff the flower, Kenny impishly asked, “did you know flowers are a plant's junk?” causing Tweak to toss the flower to the ground with a blush.
Tweek watched Kenny for a moment from the tree. The funeral goers were slowly and tearfully clearing out back to their cars. It would be safe to venture over without anyone thinking too much of it.
Finally, Tweek cleared his throat.
Kenny twisted around.
“Dude, what are you doing here? You have work, right?” He asked, floating back to the ground.
Tweek beamed. “I barfed at school yesterday, and Dad won't make me work if I got sick the day before.”
He spun his backpack around to the front with an excited grin.
“Besides, I saw Karen in the nurse's office yesterday.”
Kenny came even closer, nearly invading his personal space. He bounced on his toes.
“How is she? Does she look ok?”
“She got hit with a tether ball and fell, but I think she is doing good otherwise. She misses you, and says your parents miss you, too, but she looked happy,” Tweek told him. He smiled sheepishly as he unzipped his bag. "She also told me today was your birthday."
Kenny blinked a few times then look to his feet with his brows furrowed. Muttering silently, he counted on his finger before his head shot up,
"Holy shit! Today's my birthday!" He exclaimed.
"Yeah! And I brought you a gift." Tweek's hands shook as he pulled out the brown paper Tweak Bro's bag with Kenny's gift.
Kenny's expression fell. He took a few steps back to sit on top of his grave.
"Tweek, I appreciate the thought, but I am not really..." he gestured down, "material enough for gifts anymore."
"This isn't material." Tweek set his bag aside then dropped down to his knees next to Kenny's grave. He patted the spot next to him.
With his eyebrows raised in curiosity, Kenny floated down, sitting cross-legged. If he had been alive, Tweek would have felt his body heat. Now he just felt cold.
"What'd ya get me?" Kenny asked.
Tweek unfolded the top of the bag. With an air of pride, he took out a thick magazine with a grey scale picture of a person with half their face covered by a purple crystal on the front.
"'The Free Artist'?" Kenny read the flowing script title. "Um, thanks. Fine art is really...cool."
"No, I mean, yeah, sometimes it is, but that's not what this is about." Tweek started to flip through the pages. "My dad got a subscription to this magazine so we could have it sitting around at Tweak Bros to make the place seem refined."
"Ok?" Kenny turned his head to the side.
"We keep this one issues at home because of this." Tweek turned the magazine towards Kenny.
Across the center page was a black and white photo of a woman, her leg bent forward, spine arched, and head thrown back. Her naked breasts pointed up as she held the only splash of color in the photo, a bright red apple, aloft.
"Wooow!" Kenny reached for the magazine only for his hands to phase through.
"I thought I could turn the pages while you looked. Almost the whole issue is dedicated to this photographer. It's full of pictures of naked people in different poses. I thought, knowing what I know about you, that you’d like it?"
He chewed his lip. A fancy-schmancy art magazine wasn’t the same as a naughty one, but Tweek couldn’t get his hands on any of those. This was the best he had, even if the photos were not meant to be sexual or erotic. 'A grand showing of the beauty of the human form' is what the photographer claimed in the short article, but Kenny didn't seem to care what the point of the art was.
“This is so cool, dude!” Kenny beamed. “You brought a whole magazine of elegant nudes, just for me? Finally, I can truly appreciate the human body like the true connoisseur I am, artfully and with highbrow intelligence.”
Chuckling that Kenny pronounced it ‘conn-o-sire’, Tweek flipped to the next page. This one had a man on his knees, bending forward so his shoulders nearly touched the floor. The color in this picture was a vase of flowers set by his hips.
Tweek thought he looked nice, for a grown-up, and suddenly his stomach twisted.
He quickly turned the page. The new two pages were a spread of different gender models.
Tweek hoped Kenny hadn't noticed. but by the look he gave him, Tweek knew he had.
"Everything alright?" Kenny asked.
With a sigh, Tweek shut the magazine and slumped in in himself.
"Can you keep a secret? One you can't ever tell anyone, not even other ghosts." Tweek didn't look up at him.
"There is no one around for me to tell, Tweek," Kenny pointed out. When Tweek didn't respond, he went on, "Ok, ok, I promise. I won't tell a soul your secret." A pause then,"In fact, I will tell you one of my secrets in exchange. How's about that?"
Tweek chewed the inside of his cheek before nodding.
"Alright, deal," Tweek replied. He took a breath, held it, then let it out slowly. "My secret is I...I, um...I don't like girls."
Kenny blinked once. "Don't like girls? I always thought the girls and you got along well enou..Ooooooh." Kenny whistled a breath through the gap in his teeth. "You're gay, Tweek?"
Tweek flinched. He'd never described himself as that once, even if it was true. It was a strange unspoken vow he'd made with himself. If he never said it out loud then he wasn't. There was still a chance he was straight.
But there it was, hanging in the air between the boys.
"Yeah, I guess," Tweek finally whispered. "Please don't make fun of me. I can’t help it."
"Why the hell would I make fun of you? Being gay is fine by me." Kenny crossed his arms, looking up at the clouds. "It doesn't matter if you like dick or pussy...or both."
His mouth twitched and his face contorted for a second into an expression that Tweek couldn't read.
Even if Tweek could have understand it, he wouldn't have dwelled. A weight he hadn't realized was on his shoulders lifted and he felt so much better. His stomach settled and some of his background anxiety quieted.
"You don't think it's weird?" Tweek wanted to confirm.
"Nah, it ain't weird." Kenny leaned back against his headstone. "But now I want to know if your crushing on anyone in our class. If I was to date a guy, I'd date Token. Not bad looking and rich as hell. A perfect boyfriend." Kenny jokingly snapped his fingers for emphasis, making Tweek snicker.
"Yes, definitely Token!" Tweek agreed.
They spent the rest of their time just chatting like normal, but now Tweek felt more comfortable than ever.
The conversation started to wind down after Tweek explained his list of boys he had something of a crush on, or, at least, wouldn’t be against asking if he knew they’d like him back.
Currently, Jimmy held top spot, because if they dated, no one would dare make fun of them. Jimmy was much too popular and well-liked to be made fun of by anyone in the class. Everyone else would turn on that person in an instant. Then Token, for much the same reason, along with how much Tweek liked his profile. Then at a distant third, Craig since Tweek like how much he spoke his mind.
"You know," Tweek flipped the magazine page for Kenny to admire the next picture, this one a woman curled up on herself and staring at the camera with determination as a fat, green, frog sat idly on her knee, "you never told me your secret."
"It's not nearly as good as yours," Kenny told him as he read the article that accompanied the photo.
"I still want to know. It's only fair."
Kenny opened his mouth to speak when a new voice cut him off.
"See? I told you! That chubby fourth-y is here! I saw him when I was at the funeral."
Tweek felt his heart fall dead out of his chest and land in his lap as three sixth graders came strutting up. Tweek didn't know them well enough to pull their names out from his memory, but he did know they were bullies who loved to pick on younger kids.
"Whatcha doing here, fourth-y? Reading like a nerd?" The biggest one sneered at the magazine.
The skinniest one raised an eyebrow and stepped closer to get a better look at the open pages.
"Hey! She's naked!" He pointed. "It’s a pornmag! Fourth-y’s got a pornmag!"
Tweek scooped up the magazine and held it to his chest, eyes wide. Kenny glared at the sixth graders and told them to fuck off, even though they couldn’t hear him.
"It's not porn. It's tasteful." Tweek dug his nails into the flesh of his other wrist, trying not to shake.
"It has naked ladies. It's porn." The middle one declared, reaching for it with grabby hands. "Let us have it. Your fourth-y brain isn’t mature enough to handle boobs."
"N-no! Urk! It's not yours. Leave me alone!" Tweek felt his flight or fight response start to pour adrenaline into his system. He probably couldn't fight three sixth graders, but he was sure he could outrun them.
Before he could make his grand escape, the biggest one dove forward for the magazine.
Tweek stumbled back as the issue was ripped from him. His heel hit the base of a nearby gravestone then he toppled over it. Mud and dirty snow covered his back and soaked straight through his shirt.
When his breath returned and he could finally push himself up, he saw the sixth graders gawking over the magazine. The cover was torn and barely held together by an inch of glossy, crumpled paper.
Then he tilted his head up and saw Kenny behind them.
Kenny’s teeth ground together. His hands clenched into fists. His nostrils flared. A low growl came from his throat. Tweek had never seen Kenny this upset, even in life. If he was tangible, Tweek thought Kenny would rip the sixth graders’ hearts out.
Something that Tweek couldn’t understand tore from Kenny’s throat as he reached forward with his arms out in front of him, as if he was going to push the middle sixth grader. The moment his hands phased through his chest, the sixth grader bolted up straight.
His eyes were wide with terror.
His breath came out in a thick, shaking cloud, different from everyone else's, thicker and flecked with ice particles.
“Dude?” The biggest one asked, prodding his friend in the side.
His friend didn’t move, only whimpered, “I...I...I...”
Before the sixth graders could do anything more, a familiar voice boomed towards them.
“Hey! What are you kids doing over there?” Father Maxie shouted.
“Fuck! Run!” The skinny sixth-grader grabbed the middle one’s arm. The middle sixth-grader moved like a statue that had just come to life, stiffly and clumsily. After shoving the magazine into his jacket, the biggest one pushed the middle. All at once, the middle unfroze.
He sucked in a gasp as Father Maxie yelled again. It took a second for him to register where he was, but when he did, he darted faster than the rest out of the graveyard.
Tweek stared at Kenny with his mouth agape. Kenny looked down at his hands, brows furrowed and lips pressed together. He looked up at Tweek, confusion written across his face.
“I...guess that worked?” Kenny laughed nervously, shoving his hands in his parka pockets.
“What in the Great Heavens above is going on up here?” Father Maxie ran up with his lips set in a frown.
Tweek tried to sit up, only to bite back a yelp of pain. He pressed a hand to his lower back, whimpering.
Father Maxie instantly stooped down to look him over. He peeled the wet shirt away from Tweek’s chilled skin to reveal the starting of a bruise.
“Oh, dear!” Father Maxie shook his head. “Come along. Let’s get some ice on that and call your parents.”
As Tweek left, he looked over at Kenny, who waved at him with a faint smile on his transparent lips, and Tweek’s stomach did a now familiar twist.
~~~~~
Tweek held a CapriSuns, both cold and fruit punch-flavored, in each of his hands. One he had tilted towards his face to sip and the other he carefully pressed against his back.
One of the nuns that Tweek recognized from Sunday school fretted over him, asking him over and over if he was really ok, if he knew who those boys that hurt him were, and if there was anything she could do to make him feel better.
Tweek repeatedly answered yes, he was ok and, no, he did not know those boys’ names, just that they were sixth graders. For her last question, the first time she asked, he told her he would like another juice to drink, the second time he timidly asked, “Do you know if I’m going to be in--urk--trouble?”
The nun smiled softly and stroked his head. “No, I do not believe you will.”
Feeling a sense of mild relief, Tweek started to ask for another juice, when Father Maxie came into the sanctuary. With a nod to the nun, he dismissed her then took a seat next to Tweek on the pew.
He put a hand on Tweek’s shoulder. “Hello, my child, are you feeling better now?”
“I think so,” Tweek replied honestly.
“Good, good,” Father Maxie said. He paused a moment and look at Tweek in a way that made his anxiety spike. It was the same look Father Maxie wore when he was going to ask the congregation a tough question that would make all the adults turn their gazes away in shame.
“Tweek, I’ve seen you go to the graveyard to sit by yourself quite often lately,” Father Maxie continued. “Is everything alright, my child? Are you doing ok? I am always here if you need to talk. You know that The Lord has many, many great plans for you in your future, don’t you?”
He gave Tweek a look so sympathetic, it boarded on pity. Tweek didn’t like that. He didn’t need a priest of all people giving him pity for being a freak and a weirdo!
Tweek scooted away and fixed his gaze on the stain glass window over the pulpit.
“It’s quiet there, not like the coffee shop. I like things quiet to do my homework and think,” Tweek lied, somehow keeping his tone indifferent with only his usual quiver.
“Ah, I see.”
Tweek didn’t think Father Maxie saw anything, but Father Maxie let the conversation drop anyway and changed to asking Tweek about how school was and what they were teaching nowadays in fourth grade. Tweek replied with the bare minimum amount of words he could until his parents came to pick him up
Father Maxie took his parents aside to talk with them a moment, just out of Tweek’s earshot. Tweek could only assume Father Maxie knew the names of the sixth graders and was telling his parents so they could talk to their parents —- which would lead to Tweek having his head shoved in a urinal until the urinal cake went down his throat.
After thanking the priest and promising they would try to put a little more in the collection plate come Sunday--Tweek knew that was a lie--the Tweaks drove back home.
His mom heated up some leftover spaghetti from the night before and placed it and a big glass of milk in front of Tweek, patting between his shoulder blades. She pressed a kiss to his forehead.
“You’re my good boy, Tweek. I love you.” She whispered to him, before giving him a half hug around the shoulders. After that, his parents let him eat in silence. Maybe they were scared if they spoke too loudly, Tweek would vomit again.
As he ate, he thought about what happened with Kenny at the graveyard today. He didn’t know what ghostly powers Kenny used to fight back against the sixth graders, but that wasn’t important. What was important was that Kenny had used them for him. He cared about Tweek so much Kenny risked sixth graders to help him!
Ghost or not, Tweek thought Kenny was the coolest person ever.
Tweek swallowed the last fork full of noodles, then chugged the rest of his milk. Before he could ask to be excused, his dad leaned across the table and set a large, warm hand over Tweek’s.
“Tweek, son, can we have a word?” He asked as if Tweek had a choice but to stay put.
“Um, yeah, Dad?” Now Tweek started to nervously fidget with his fork.
“Father Maxie told us you’ve been spending a lot of time at the graveyard recently,” his dad started. “Why is that? Are you feeling alright? No one is bullying you at school? Are you happy, son?”
Tweek’s head spun with explanations he could give that would convince his parents to drop the topic, or at least make sure they didn’t stop him from going anymore. He wasn’t hurting anyone, so there was no reason for them to stop him, but still, the tone in his dad’s voice was cautious and strained, though Tweek didn’t know why.
“I’m fine. No one is bullying me. I’m actually really happy.” Tweek replied, but his parents didn’t look convinced. What could Tweek possibly say to pacify them without explaining everything?
Think, Tweek! Think!
Then Tweek had a terrible idea that he just knew would work.
~~~~~~
“You told your parents what?!” Kenny doubled over, holding his stomach. He wiped away a tear that wasn’t there. “Ok, ok, ok, let me get this straight. You told your parents you’re gay, and you wanted to ask me out when I was alive, and now you come to my grave to pretend to talk to me because you regret missing your chance?”
Tweek blushed. “It worked, didn’t it? Ack! I said what I had to. Mom and Dad were worried about me.” While fiddling to fix his shirt buttons, Tweek went on, “Honestly, I’m glad I said it though, even if it was mostly a lie. It’s weird having my parents know I’m gay, but they took it well. I spend the rest of the evening listening to them make plans for a big Pride event at the shop when June rolls around.”
Tweek laughed at the memory, joining in with Kenny. His parents had all but forgotten about their own gay son as they starting trying to think of new Pride-themed items for the menu or how much banners and flags to hang outside the shop would cost.
The most acknowledgment Tweek got the rest of the evening was his dad giving him twenty dollars and saying he hoped Tweek would be confident enough to come out to the rest of the town soon--since that would be great for the business.
Tweek and Kenny finally sputtered out with Kenny shaking his head.
“You know Tweek, I’m flattered.” He gave a cheeky grin. “Flattered to be your first one that got away.” Kicking his legs out, Kenny nodded. “Actually, I think I’m regretful, too. If I knew you were this cool when I was alive, I don’t think I would have minded if you asked me on a date.”
Tweek snorted and rolled his eyes, but on the inside, his heart did a funny little skip. For a moment, he tried to chalk it up to his anxiety acting up, as it sometimes did, but he couldn't lie to himself for long.
In one fell swoop, Kenny had usurped Jimmy’s option at the top of Tweek’s list.
“Yeah...thank you.” Tweek pretended to flip through his history book. “Oh, um, my parents also said I’ll have to start going back to my therapist, too. This morning, at breakfast, Mom told me she scheduled me an appointment.”
“Oh?” Kenny titled his head. “I’m...sorry? Is a therapist like going to a normal doctor? I hated going to normal doctors.” His face twisted in disgust.
“No, this is a good thing!” Tweek smiled. “I liked my therapist. He was nice and helped a lot, but I guess he helped too much. Since after six sessions, my parents thought I had to be ‘cured’ and made me stop going.” A sigh and he went on, “So it’s good to go back, but that means I won’t be able to come here as often.”
Kenny frowned for a fraction of a second before his cheery disposition returned.
“That’s ok!” he told him. “If this doctor is helping you feel better, I would be a very bad friend to make you skip appointments to hang out with me.”
Tweek buried his reddening face in his book. “Kenny, you’re really cool.”
Kenny blinked at the unexpected compliment then looked away. Was he embarrassed? Hadn’t anyone ever told Kenny he was cool?
Tweek refused to believe that, but lowered his book and repeated himself, “You are really cool. Way cooler than any of those jack asses you hung around with.”
Kenny fingered the drawstrings of his parka then tugged them slightly, closing the hood tighter around his face.
“Thanks, dude,” he replied in a quiet voice, not quite looking at Tweek, but just over his shoulder. Tweek was glad for that. If Kenny had met his eyes, he might have died.
~~~~~~
“You need to make some more friends who want to have you around and can appreciate you for you” is what his therapist told Tweek after the second session.
He suggested that Tweek join a sport or club, but Tweek didn’t feel like he could do that. Sports were a commitment and he had his job and chores to deal with. Clubs were too much pressure to deal with too! They had hierarchies where he would be at the very bottom!
When Tweek mentioned his fears to Kenny, Kenny tapped his lower lip with his finger for a moment, then suggested, “Print out a picture offline of something you really like, and tape it to your binder. Maybe someone else who likes it will try to talk to you.”
Tweek wasn't sure about that but decided to give it a try. He used a text document and made a collage of his favorite superhero, Sailor Moon, printed it, and put it in the plastic covering of his homework binder. While he walked in the halls, he made sure to have the binder facing out so other people could see it.
Unsurprisingly, Kenny’s idea worked.
At first, it was the girls who flocked around him. Some knew who Sailor Moon was, and some just thought she looked cool, but either way, Tweek happily accepted the invites to sit down with them and talk.
He even gathered the courage to ask some of them to come to watch some episodes using Tweak Bro’s wifi after school on days it was too rainy or cold to go see Kenny.
Then, about a week later, while Tweek was searching for one of his pencils in his messy locker, Craig tapped on his shoulder.
“Hey, Tweek.” He waved, then pointed to Tweek’s binder. “Do you like anime?”
Tweek looked down at the moon princess then nodded warily. Was Craig going to pick on him for it? Some sixth graders had teased him for liking a ‘weird, girly, Japanese cartoon’ before, luckily for Tweek, Bebe was there and politely told the sixth graders that Sailor Moon was the best and strongest hero ever, better than Superman even, and they should leave Tweek alone.
Of course, the sixth graders didn’t leave Tweek alone, but he still really appreciated that someone stuck up for him.
Craig hummed. “Just Sailor Moon? Or do you like others? Like Red Racer?”
This felt like a test.
“Um, I think so? I’ve only seen a few episodes, but I think it’s really cool! I like the tiny elephant sidekick,” Tweek replied honestly.
Craig regarded Tweek once more before he asked, “The new movie comes out on Saturday. Me and my friends are going to watch the newest season before we go. We’re starting after school tomorrow and having a sleepover on Friday. You can join us if you want.”
~~~~~
Tweek had never been so excited when he rushed to the graveyard to tell Kenny his news after school.
“You said yes, right?” Kenny bounced in shared excitement.
“Yeah! I mean, I need to ask my parents, but I don’t think they’ll say no.” Tweek chuckled to himself before spin round before falling back into the snow. He winced. His bruise had mostly healed, but the fall still hurt.
“So, I won’t see you until next week?” Kenny asked, poorly hiding the disappointment in his voice.
Tweek pushed himself up on his elbows. “I guess not. I’m sorry. Should I cancel one of the days?”
Shaking his head, Kenny declined, “No, don’t do that. Have fun and...” he flashed a wicked smile, “don’t puke lunch on Token’s expensive shoes or Jimmy’s crutches.”
Tweek wanted to tell Kenny that for the last month or so, he hadn’t felt sick around either Token or Jimmy since Kenny had taken over the top spots of his list.
Of course, he didn’t dare say a word of that.
~~~~
Red Racer was a pretty good anime. Tweek liked the races and the cool mech transformations. The plot was a little confusing since he started three seasons in, but Craig and his friends were happy to explain the parts that confused Tweek as they lounged around the Tucker’s living room.
By Friday, Tweek more or less understood the plot, the character’s motivations, and was excited about the movie.
Clyde picked up a popcorn kernel from the bottom of the now empty bowl and threw it at Token’s head. It ricocheted off his temple and landed square on Craig’s pizza slice. Craig reached over and push Clyde clean off the couch and right onto Tweek.
Tweek gasped and struggled to sit up, but Clyde was like a heavy, limp doll on his chest. Finally, Jimmy grabbed Clyde’s arm and hauled him off.
“S-shit, dude!” Tweek gasped, hand to his chest. “I thought I was going to die!”
“Nice going, Clyde.” Token took the throw pillow from his side and pushed it down on Clyde’s head. “Trying to kill Tweek. Are you scared we’ll kick you out for him?”
“No!” Clyde shoved the pillow away. “I’m way cooler than Tweek.”
Craig snorted. “Uh-huh. Sure. ‘Cooler’. I don’t think you can beat Tweek’s ‘hangs out in a graveyard’ level of cool.”
Tweek flinched back. Craig knew about that?
“Oh yeah! I head the s-s-s-sixth graders talking about that during recess,” Jimmy said around a bite of pizza. “Why do you do that, Tweek?”
“I, um, I, u-uh...” Tweek’s brain spun for a lie.
All of the boys' eyes were on him now. None of them looked malicious, but how did Tweek know they weren’t hiding it? How did he know that they weren’t doing this Red Racer marathon just to get dirt on him?
He swallowed. He couldn’t tell the others everything he told his parents, but he could strip it down a little.
“Do you guys remember Kenny McCormick?”
Craig nodded solemnly. “Yeah. He was a nice guy, even if he hung out with assholes.”
“Well, his grave is in there, and I feel bad that he died when he was so young. Urk! I guess I also regret that I didn’t know him all that well before he got sick. Especially since I replaced him with his own friends. Going there and sitting near by his grave, I feel connected to what could have been, if we were friends, you know?” Tweek chewed his lip.
Would they believe that? Would they call him a weirdo and make him walk home?
Jimmy reached over and set a greasy hand on Tweek’s shoulder with a nod. “I think we all miss him. I’m sure, up in H-Hea-Heaven, Kenny appreciates you coming to visit.”
Even without speaking to each other, the rest of the boys shared Jimmy’s sentiment. Tweek let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding when Token suddenly pointed at the TV.
“Hey! This is my favorite episode! This is the one with Purple Racer and the Power Stone! Everyone shut up!” He waved his hand at them all, leaning forward with his chin in his palm.
At that, the topic was dropped.
~~~~~~
On Saturday evening, Tweek was on cloud nine as he headed towards the graveyard.
The movie was so good! He had to tell Kenny all about it. Kenny wouldn’t mind spoilers, would he? Even if he did, Kenny had to hear about everything that happened with Craig and his friends.
Token had actually invited Tweek over to play basketball at his house with him and Clyde on Wednesday! Jimmy even wanted to try out some jokes on Tweek before his next show.
Kenny would be so proud that Tweek was making other friends; he was certain he would be!
As he neared, the sound of sobbing came to his ears.
Kenny sat on his headstone, knees pulled up to his chest, as he cried into his hands.
“Kenny?” Tweek raised his hand before dropping it. “What’s wrong?”
Kenny’s head shot up. His lips quivered as he stared at Tweek for an uncomfortably long time.
“What’s the matter?” Tweek tried again. “Are you alright?”
“No! I’m not alright,” Kenny wailed, hiding his face in his hands again. “It’s not fair! God’s being mean to me again!”
“What?”
Kenny slowly lowered himself off the headstone, rubbing his eye with the heel of his palm even though he didn’t have any tears. “Tweek, do you remember a month or two ago, when you told me you were gay? I never told you my secret.”
Tweek had completely forgotten about that. Kenny said it wasn’t as good as Tweek’s secret, but whatever it was, it was important enough to make him cry.
“What’s your secret?”
Kenny shuffled side to side a moment before sighing. He gestured to his headstone. “Read it and tell me what’s wrong with it.”
Tweek furrowed his brow as he realized he’d never once read Kenny’s headstone in full. At most, he had only read Kenny’s name when he bonked his head against it. Every other time, Kenny either sat right in front of his stone or let his legs cover it.
Stooping down, Tweek ran his fingers along the carved letters as he read.
“‘Kenneth ‘Kenny’ McCormick, rest well sweet angel in the arms of God, Free of pain and sickness. March twenty-second to J...’” Tweek trailed off. He looked up at Kenny with a frown. “‘June eight.’ Kenny, why does it say you died in June? And the year is from nearly seven years ago!”
“You think you're a weirdo and a freak, Tweek? You’re as average as white bread compared to me.” Kenny laughed, dry and bitterly. “That’s my secret, Tweek: I can’t stay dead. I don’t know why or how to stop it. I’ve never stayed dead, not any of the tens of times I’ve died before.”
A new batch of sobs escaped his throat. “I thought for sure it would stick this time, Tweek. It hurt so much more to die than ever before. It felt different. I wanted it to be different. I didn’t want to come back.”
Tweek scrambled to his feet. “That’s impossible. If you died before, I know I would remember it.”
“No, you wouldn’t. No one does. That’s what makes it so hard.” Kenny sniffled. “I die, I come back, and everyone acts as if I just ran away or was kicked out or whatever. I fucking hate it! I’m just the poor, dirty kid who can’t stay dead. I’m the freak, Tweek. I’m the weirdo. You’re just a kid with a tic. A normal kid.”
“Kenny...” Tweek wasn’t sure what to say.
“I’m going to come back to life soon. I can feel it. I’m going to come back and...and—and you won’t remember all the time we have together,” Kenny cried. “I want you to remember. It’s not fair I’m going to lose you like this! Not when I just...” His sobs overtook anything else he had to say.
Tweek took a step forward when he noticed that Kenny’s feet had disappeared. His legs were already fading away when Tweek stomped his foot to gain Kenny’s attention.
“I won’t forget! I promise I won’t!” Tweek announced. “We’ll hang out at Tweak Bros and go play basketball with Token and sing silly German songs and everything! I swear I won’t forget!”
“I’d like that, but,” Kenny’s stomach disappeared as Kenny forced a smile, “yes, you will. Everyone does.”
“I won’t,” Tweek repeated, his voice shaking with his own sobs. “I can’t forget everything you’ve done to help me. I’ll remember, Kenny. I will.”
Now his shoulders were gone.
Kenny chuckled with a shake of the head. “I really hope you do.”
“I won’t let you really be the one that got away! I won’t!” Tweek exclaimed, his vision blurred, but by the time he took a shaking step forward, the ghost of Kenny McCormick was gone.
~~~~~~
Kenny felt like shit. Normally he felt bad after coming back from the dead, all tired and cold with his limbs aching, but today was worse. Today he felt tired, cold, and achy along with a heavy dread that clung to his heart.
He didn’t want to get up. He didn’t want to go out and find his friends at the park or even pull the covers off of his living body. He wanted to stay and melt into the torn mattress and stop existing. The only reason he got up was when he heard a small gasp from the door and say Karen staring at him.
For a moment, he’d hoped that maybe she was surprised to see him alive and his curse was broken.
But instead the shock faded quickly from her eyes and she told Kenny it was time for breakfast.
His mom hugged him when he came into the living room. She squeezed him so tight, it hurt to breathe before placing a kiss on his forehead.
“Oh, Kenny, I love you so much. My precious, darlin’ little man.” His mom whispered into his hair. She still smelled like cigarettes and beer and the cheap perfume his dad bought for her on Mother’s Day every year.
Even in his bleak mindset, he had to admit he missed that smell.
“I, uh, I love you, too, Mom,” Kenny replied. It felt so strange to feel the vibration from his voice when he spoke.
“What are you doin’, woman?” His dad asked from the table. “Let the boy go. He ain’t dyin'.”
She reluctantly released him but patted Kenny’s head before standing up.
“Mommy, can I have a hug, too, please?” Karen asked, tugging at her shirt hem.
“Well, of course, you can, sweet pea.” Their mom stooped down to hug her and Kenny made a beeline for the table before he could be pulled into another hug.
His dad turned the page in his newspaper. “Sleep well, Kenny? You seemed sick yesterday. That cough and all.”
Could he have trouble breathing, if he didn’t have breath?
Kenny shrugged. Before he could answer, Kevin walked in. To Kenny’s surprise, he looked presentable, dressed up and cleaned. He even had his hair slicked back.
“The fuck you look so fancy for?” Kenny asked as Kevin slid into a chair.
Kevin looked at him, furrowing his brow, a moment, as if he were trying to figure out just what was wrong with his little brother, before shaking it off.
“It’s Sunday? Church? Did you cough your brains out last night, dingus?” Kevin rolled his eyes.
Karen picked up her faded plush doll and headed towards the table. “Kevin’s trying to get that pretty girl to hold hands with him, remember, Kenny? The one with the blond curls,” Karen held up her doll, nodding at the doll’s faded yellow hair, “who made Kevin blush last weekend?”
“I didn’t blush!” Kevin snapped, face red. “I ain’t dressed up for her either. I just...wanna look nice for church.” He didn’t look at Kenny or Karen as he said that. With a smile, their mom patted Kevin’s back
“Well, even if you ain't, I’m sure that girl will like you anyway,” Their mom told him as she set a plate of flat pancakes in front of him before moving to deliver the rest of the family breakfast.
“And if she don’t, just lay on that Old McCormick Charm,” their dad shut the newspaper. “Works on the ladies every time.” He patted their mom’s hip as she passed, and she giggled, kissing his temple.
Karen picked up her pancake with her fingers and began to pull it apart. “Is that how come I was able to make so many girl friends?”
Kenny smiled to himself, pleased that Tweek hadn’t been pulling his chain when he said Karen was happy. Actually, all his family seemed to be happy. His parents were getting along. Kevin was trying to get himself a girl. Karen had a bunch of friends.
Kenny hoped it would last now that he was back.
After their dad quickly ended the conversation about the Old McCormick Charm, the family ate breakfast, normal as Kenny could remember. He was gone for nearly half a year and no one remembered.
His stomach churned. Kenny pushed away his half-finished plate.
“Can I skip church today?” He asked, faking a cough into his fist. “I still feel a little bit sick.”
Admittedly, he didn’t want to go anywhere near the church. Months in that blasted graveyard, listening to the distant sermons or watching tear filled funerals were Father Maxie said the same words over and over to grieving families had worn him out on going to church for a while.
His mom reached over and touched his forehead. “Ya don’t feel hot, but since you were sick yesterday, I guess that’ll be alright. I’ll wrap up your plate. You can eat the rest later.”
Kenny nodded and pushed himself away from the table. After wishing Kevin good luck in getting his girl, Kenny lumbered back to his bed and flopped down. He curled into a ball and forced himself to sleep.
When he woke up, the house was quiet. Kenny looked around his room. His stuff had been moved around and there were several boxes labeled ‘clothes’ and ‘toys’ stacked in the corner. He knew he should probably get to unpacking those and setting his life back up, but Kenny suddenly felt claustrophobic and trapped in his house, in a room that hadn’t been his in months.
Throwing off the covers, Kenny shoved his shoes on his feet and hurried out the door to let his feet take him wherever they wanted to go.
~~~~~~
After twenty minutes of wandering, Kenny found himself standing outside of Tweak Bro’s. His stomach churned. Should he go in and see if Tweek remembered him? Did he even want to know? Maybe he should put it off until school Monday and go find Stan, Kyle, and Cartman.
Kenny shook himself.
No. If he didn’t do this now, it would eat at him all day.
With a shaking hand, he reached out and gave the door a firm tug.
It was locked.
Of course, Tweak Bro’s wasn’t open on Sundays.
Shaking his head, Kenny sat on the bench out front. A cold wind bit his exposed face and Kenny nearly yelped. It had been so long since he had felt the physical cold like that.
Kenny readjusted his hood. He didn’t want to head home. He didn’t want to talk to his friends.
He didn’t know what he wanted, so he sat and brooded on the bench for half an hour.
Several people passed, each giving him that same look Kevin did, trying to figure out what was wrong with him and why he looked so out of place. Each time he noticed someone staring, Kenny flipped them off and glared. He didn’t particularly want to be reminded of his status as a freak.
Finally, Kenny forced himself to his feet. His legs were asleep with pins and needles. The sensation was just as annoying as he remembered.
Telling himself to go home, Kenny shoved his hands deep in his parka and began towards his house. As he stopped at the crosswalk, the sound of hurried footsteps came from behind him. He turned around, ready to side step out of the way, just as someone tackled him to his bottom.
“Kenny! Kenny, you’re alive!” Tweek sobbed into Kenny’s shoulder. He squeezed him tighter. “I went to your grave after church and you weren’t there anymore! I thought I might have--errr!--dreamed the whole thing!”
Kenny blinked before turning his head to look at Tweek’s shock of blond hair.
“You remember? You remember me being a ghost?” Kenny whispered, afraid that if he spoke too loudly, this blessed illusion would break into a million pieces.
Tweek pulled back but kept his hands on Kenny’s shoulders. “Yes! I remember! I promised I wouldn’t forget, and I didn’t!” He grinned at him, and Kenny’s heart skipped a beat. A feeling that made his head rush from the experience of it.
Tears blurred Kenny’s vision. He couldn’t believe this. Someone remembered! Someone he really cared about remembered.
Kenny didn’t care how this happened: if this was God making up for the curse or Tweek hitting his head against his headstone did it. It didn’t matter. He’d never felt so elated in his life.
Kenny wrapped his arms around Tweek and hugged him so tightly, he was surprised he didn’t hear the cracking of bones.
Tweek remembered! Tweek, this boy who came and sat with him day after day for months just because Kenny asked him to; this sweet, kind-hearted boy that let Kenny help with his homework and shared the latest gossip and checked on Karen and brought him a present on his birthday; this boy that Kenny had slowly but surely developed quite the crush on, he remembered.
“Thank you. Thank you. Thank you!” Kenny swallowed down the lump forming in his throat. “I don’t know how I can ever make it up to you, Tweek.”
“Well, you can not freak out when I, um, say what I have to say.” Tweek gently pushed Kenny away. He took a breath and continued, “Kenny, I have a confession. I promised God if I ever saw you alive again, I’d say this. I hope this won’t make anything weird. I, argh, I like you--like a lot, a lot. More than a friend.”
Kenny blinked. For a moment, he thought he was going to die from happiness after less than a day back.
“I like you, too--like a lot, a lot,” Kenny replied instantly, nearly stumbling over his words in his rush to say them.
Tweek’s face went beet red. He scrambled to his feet, wiping the dirt from his jeans, then held out his hand to Kenny. Kenny let himself be hauled up, but he wasn’t going to let go of Tweek’s hand.
No matter what happened, he wasn’t going to let himself be the one that got away ever again.
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AN: Thank you all for all the support. This pair is has a fun dynamic to play with x3c
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PENELOPE 2.0
Original title: Penelope 2.0. Tutto accade per una ragione.
Prompt: what if Luke would be Derek’ friend, and the last asking him to help after Penelope is shot?
Warning: slight A.U., 3x9, song-fic.
Genre: action, thriller, comedy, romantic, friendship.
Characters: Penelope Garcia, Luke Alvez, Derek, Phil Brooks, Jason Clark Battle.
Pairing: Garvez.
Note: oneshot 36 in Garvez collection.
Legend: 👓🎲🎵.
Song mentioned: Each tear, Mary J. Blige feat Tiziano Ferro.
GARVEZ STORIES
PENELOPE 2.0
Everything happens for a reason. This she had told me when I asked her if she believed in luck or coincidences. I still had to figure out why a magnificent person like her had been forced to experience so much suffering.
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I look at the bullets one last time, then take off my goggles and look around. A man greets me, and I also walk to meet him. -Hey, Alvez, I need a favor.- he says directly. Derek Morgan is not one of those people who love to lose time, to make many unnecessary turns; he gets to the point directly. This is one of the things I like about him. I nod to make him continue. – It’s about my best friend, do you remember? I told you about her. Penelope.- I look at him squinting, wondering what the hell could have happened. Of course, I remember it. He always talked about her every time we met. It was as if somehow, I knew her too.
-Who, the oracle of the BAU?- just one of the thousand nicknames that it had been given to her. But he doesn’t smile, his expression remains serious and grave. -What happened?- we walk outside.
-It happened that someone shot her, Luke. To the heart.- he is quickly to point out. I feel my mouth open wide, but I don’t make a sound. -It’s a miracle that she is still alive.- sigh of relief. -I promised her I would protect her, and I failed. Tomorrow they will resign her from the hospital, but it is she who doesn’t want to stay there and I will not be able to stay close to her. There's another emergency at home, my mother, a mess, it's all a mess. Why do trouble always come arm in arm?- a rhetorical question. But he still hasn’t finished. -You are the best I trust. Can you keep an eye on her for me? Only until my team takes the bastard.- I let the information penetrate consciously into my mind.
-Do you know who it was?- I ask. It seemed to me that she was always at Quantico, in the office, and therefore theoretically safe.
-Yes, he's a man who asked her out and only at the end of the appointment, he shot her. We have a name, but it is certainly false. James Colby Baylor- I nod. This doesn’t tell me anything. Although, considering that the goal was that she didn’t survive to go around saying how her killer was called... it could also be the real one.
-You think he'll try again?- just routine questions. It's hard to stop being an agent or a policeman when you've been it for a while.
-Yes, I'm sure. That guy wants her dead, Alvez. I still don’t know why, but I'll find out.- I wouldn’t want to find myself in place of that man at the time. Morgan's anger is scary, because it only transpires from the eyes. And I've seen some bad things since I'm a federal. -So, are you in?- he holds out his hand.
I hold it in mine. -Yeah, I’m in.-
I'm still dubious, as I wait for Penelope to arrive outside the hospital. Morgan told me that there was no need to warn her and that for someone like her, Maxie's presence wouldn’t be a problem. That she was an animalist and would have been happy. Otherwise, I'll have to call Phil and ask him to help me. I look around. I saw her in photography, but people are often very different in person. Especially if someone shots you. At one point I see a blonde girl supported by a nurse. She sees me too. I approach. -Penelope Garcia? I'm Luke Alvez. Morgan sends me.- her eyes flicker behind the glasses. The hair is collected in two very infant braids. She wears a red sweater under a black and white flowered jacket and dark trousers. Certainly, she is very different from what I had seen in the picture, but not in negative. She seems truer than with those sequins, shabby low-cut dresses and heels that make Morgan so crazy.
The nurse looks at me and then takes her leave. -Derek hadn’t told me that his friend would be so attractive.- says Penelope mischievously. Although I should have waited for it, because I had heard so much about her effect jokes, it left me displaced. I blush.
-I hope you don’t mind, but I brought Maxie with me.- I hasten to change the subject. -He's a better bodyguard than I am.- I smile, giving him a light caress, scanning the woman's reaction to my announcement.
-I have no doubt!- she replies, holding out a hand to make the dog smell. Maxie licks it and then tries to jump on her. I’m able to stop him and scold him, but she tells me to not do it. -He didn’t want to hurt me, right, honey?- she caresses him and he moans as I've never seen him do. My big scary dog, the best to find bombs in Iraq, has turned into a poodle.
-My car is here.- she nods and leans on Maxie, who seems happy to help her, walking slowly, much more than usual. I realize then that I should probably take care of her. -Wait, slow down, hang on me.- with some embarrassment, she puts her arm around my shoulders. There are only a few steps to do. Then I help her to sit in the car and then I get in Maxie behind. I drive in silence, not knowing what to talk about. Derek gave me the address. I park and accompany her to the entrance, with the dog on a leash. I certainly didn’t expect such an apartment. It is also difficult to describe. Everywhere there are things. Little stuff of any kind. Statuettes of animals, puppets of all kinds and fashion, some ethnic. The dominant color is pink. There is a purple bed. I'm without words, but I hope I don’t seem too upset and that she will not be offended.
-I'm sorry, I don’t have a guest room.- she says, hanging her jacket. I notice that she makes a little grimace of pain when she moves her left arm.
-There is no problem, I will sleep on the couch.- the latter is dappled and covered with fuchsia and purple cushions. But I've been in much worse places.
-I'm going to get some blankets and a pillow for you.- I catch her, taking her gently.
-Don’t bother. You shouldn’t make any effort, you're convalescent.- she nods and I let her go.
-You're right a friend of Morgan, you talk like him. He doesn’t want to let me do anything!- she complains but with affectionate tone, her eyes shine and she smiles. -They are in that closet there.- strange thing, her "room" can’t really be defined as such, because all the walls are missing. One can understand the bed area only by the presence of the latter, a bedside table and the wardrobe. I find the necessary and the support on the sofa. Max tries to lie on it. I'm about to block him, but she reads my mind. -Leave him do it. Some dog hair is not a tragedy, and he will be more comfortable up here, will not you, honey?- the animal wags his tail satisfied, placing his huge snout on her knees and looking at her with the eyes of love. Morgan wasn’t joking, with the story that she was an animalist.
-Anyway, Derek is right.- I return to the living room and she rolls her eyes. -He only wants your own good. That you to get better.- I sit in the space left by Maxie. Penelope nods.
-I know, but ... I'm not used to ... this.- she indicates with her arms everything it's around her. -Doing nothing. I'm bored.- now she looks like a child. Those braids certainly don’t help. I wonder how old she is. More than thirty? I can’t hold back a laugh seeing her snort. Then I hear a strange noise, like a rumble. I take some time to understand that this is her stomach. -Did not you have dinner yet?- it's nine o'clock and the question is plausible.
She shakes her head, swinging the braids. -No, and you?- I do the same without obviously long blond hair to accompany the movement.
-No, I didn’t really think about bringing me anything.- and I don’t add that this is the first time happens such a thing since I've done this job. Ok, usually it was about being under cover or hidden in inaccessible places or spending hours in the car, so an escort wasn’t comfortable, it was absolutely necessary. But it is still a strange forgetfulness, for one who is considered the best of his session. -I brought food for Max, but not for me.- I admit, spreading my arms. Penelope seems to appreciate that I put the dog first.
She smiles and it is a beautiful smile, which reminds me of my mother's. I try not to stare her too much. -If you want, we can order something from the Indian that's nearby. If you want, I mean...- I'm not a profiler, I've never followed any psychology course that would help me how to read people. But Penelope seems extremely simple to decipher. The keyword it’s seems. She says an idea and then takes over the uncertainty of being too precipitous. Who knows if she had done it with that James too?
-Yes, that's fine with me.- I reassure her. She nods, takes a laptop that I hadn’t noticed on the table, was so camouflaged in the midst of all that stuff and type quickly. -Hey, Penelope, you're a vegetarian, are not you?- I'm not the type who can easily converse with people just met, not even for work, except when I'm under-covering and I have to play a part. And I usually try to keep the two worlds separate. But with her it seems impossible to me and this is not just any case.
-Yes, Morgan told you so?- everything leads back to him. I make a sign of denial. -How did you understand it, then?- she looks at me with suspicious look.
-I don’t know, intuition.- I shrug, with a modest attitude. Maxie barks, softly, as if to protest. Maybe he's hungry too.
-You are sure you're not a profiler?- she asks, and I notice the corners of her eyes darting. She is kidding me. It's a nice feeling, new and strange, but I feel all the muscles of the body relax. Needless to say, it had never happened to me before in the working hours.
-Sure.- I say with a tone of voice that I don’t recognize. -I'm a federal, but from another department. And an army ranger.- I try not to look like someone attached to the titles. -I have just returned from a mission in Iraq.- I find myself telling it, without knowing why. Penelope seems surprised and opens her eyes, hearing the name of that country.
-Wow.- she exclaims without enthusiasm. She looks me straight in the eye. I like women who have the courage to support the look of their interlocutor.
-Yeah.- I nod. War is never a pleasant subject. And talking about it in this sort of pink temple with stuffed dolls instead of statues... it seems out of place.
-How did you meet Morgan?- Penelope is as good as me to change the subject by pretending nothing. I give Maxie a caress and he looks at me as if to say why I still have not given him his food. I stand up, going towards my backpack.
-At the polygon.- I start to explain, while I extract a small box of food and a bowl. I hear the dog behind me jump off the couch to run towards the goal. -We were always the last two to go home.- I remember perfectly the first day. We made the owner pissed off, because nobody wanted to surrender to the other. I've never fired so many bullets like that night. At home, in my head I had still hear the noise. In the end we were thrown out at the same time. The challenge is over in a tie.
-And how long?- I look for and find a bin where to throw the aluminum box, then I reach her. She put her legs in place of Maxie and holds her knees with her hands.
-I don’t know.- I try to mentally calculate. -They will be... at least three years.- Penelope nods. I understand easy far that she would like to ask me more, but she doesn’t want to seem stressful, rather than nosy. It is her job to dig into secrets and even private matters of the people. Being curious is an advantage. -Instead, you met at work.- it's not a question.
For a second a shadow passes in her eyes. -Yes.- she says, but it's as if I partly know she's lying. -Did he talk about me or did you hear any rumors about it? Or both?- again she looks at me in that strange way, as if I were under the lens of a microscope. I pretend it's nothing of that.
-Well, it's hard not to know who you are. Your fame precedes you. The legendary Penelope Garcia, the oracle of BAU.- I use an exaggerated tone as TV announcer. -Derek Morgan baby girl.- I add with less emphasis. Penelope blushes and then bursts out laughing. She is forced to stop, because her chest hurts.
-You know, he could kill you for saying it.- I decide to stay in the game.
-I don’t doubt it.- I give her a slight smile. For a moment we are silently watching Maxie scrutinize the empty bowl, as if hoping it will fill itself up again.
-Do you have any film preferences?- she asks, standing up and walking in the direction of a piece of furniture. She turns to me.
-No, choose you too. I'm a guest, here. I don’t want to make my presence weigh.- it would have been easier to patrol the area by a car, parked right at the entrance of her apartment building, but Derek insisted that I have to take care of her as he would do it, from within and very close and begged me to keep an eye on her for other reasons.
-What you say!- she grabs a VHS and discards it, takes another one, looks at the back, then returns to take the first one. -You are not a guest, you have been kindly forced to be my bodyguard.- the tone is ironic, but also a bit bitter. -Sure you had better things to do, than pay attention to me... like... staying with your girlfriend?- the look and the voice are innocent.
-No, I'm single.- no reaction from her. -And I guess you are, otherwise your boyfriend must be a really little jealous guy.- I add, I don’t know the reason, as a joke. But it fails me. Perhaps, Penelope is not the only curious one here. She is generous, however, and gives a light and brief laugh.
-Yes, I'm sentimentally free.- she sighs, a small grimace that tries to dissemble. -I had an important and complicated story, a bit of years ago... it was enough. Right now, I'm fine by myself.- I wonder what kind of relationship it was. She doesn’t seem to me the kind of girl who would suffer abuse in silence, she is not as fragile as her house would leave thinking. But there is a lot of suffering, in the way she talks about it. -And then, did you see what happened to me, for trying to get back on track?- she tries to joke about her attempted murder, but it's bad, I can see. And it is normal that this is so. I'm about to say something, but someone is ringing at the door. -Oh, the food has arrived!- she exclaims, standing up too quickly. -Ouch!- she falls down like a sack of potatoes, holding her side and breathing in a labored way.
-Stay sitting there, I'll go. We can’t know who is, have you not thought for a moment that it could be him?- no need to make names and even my question is useless, because the answer is obvious. She shakes her head, the lost look of a puppy that is lost and no longer finds his way home, while the clouds announce a storm. This is how most of the films with dogs are started. -Maxie, stay with Penelope.- the dog obeys, putting himself in a position of defense next to her.
-You think he can really ring the bell like...?- she asks, as I approach the door slowly, the gun hidden behind my back. I nod.
-Yes. You have no idea what kinds there are around. Don’t move.- I whisper and I signal her to be silent. I look at the peephole. He really looks like the guy of the Indian restaurant. He wears a compatible uniform, has a bag in his hand and above all is very young. I put the gun in the holster and she is behind me. I move slowly so as not to frighten her. -It’s all ok.- I say. I open the door.
-Take the money.- Penelope's hand puts the money into mine and I give it to the boy.
-Thank you sir. Good evening, Miss Garcia.- he glances at her mischievously, leaving me dazed. I lock the door and turn around as if I were hoping for an explanation.
-Can we eat now?- she says instead, going to sit on the sofa and makes starting the movie she has chosen. He’s not just that into you. Weird choice. I've heard about it and, I admit it, I've already seen it. With another girl, in a different situation than this. -You would rather prefer an action, but a comedy is better right now. Even just jolting on the sofa is... torture, for my body. And this doesn’t make laugh nor cry too much.- I can really see her looking at those tearful films and consuming lots of handkerchiefs. When we finish eating, I don’t have time to get up first, she precedes me and goes to throw everything. We exchange a long look. I scold her and challeng her. Maxie has decided that the hairy carpet next to the bed is also convenient. We're about halfway through the film when I feel something push me and I understand it's her feet. -Sorry.- she says immediately, but doesn’t pull away them. -It hurts my back atrociously.- she takes them a few millimeters away.
-You don’t have to apologize. You're at your house, Penelope. You can do whatever you want.- she nods, stretching out better. Her socks decorated with thousand kittens snatch me a smile. Are those coated with plastic imprints to allow you to walk well even without shoes. But then, she changes expression.
So, I focus on the film. I'm a boy, it's true, and it was quite obvious that it was going to end like this, but that the protagonist would end up just with that cynical boy who would take away all the romantic dreams... well, I always found it perfect. Perhaps it make me think about myself. I am so caught up and I don’t notice that she has fallen asleep until the end credits appear. I watch her rest. The braids are no longer perfectly in order. The glasses are likely to be broken. I extend a hand to take them off, then I think about it, then I finally do it. She doesn’t wake up. I support them on the table, and I continue to look at her. Her face is serene, and yes, she looks like a child's. I don’t think it's so uncomfortable, so I don’t wake her up.
I don’t realize that I have collapsed in my turn, unworthy of someone who had been able to stay awake even more than forty-eight hours in a row, but it must have been that way, because we both jumped, hearing a familiar noise, and, sadly, also for Penelope. The detonation of a gunshot. And then another. She opens her eyes wide, terrified. -What was it, Luke?- she hopes I have an alternative explanation, but there isn’t. The phone vibrates in the pocket. Maxie growls in his silent, almost inaudible, as disquieting as Morgan's anger.
-Alvez.- I say. -It's okay.- Penelope grabs my arm, her nails digging in my flesh. I stand up anyway. And she does not give up. The dog puts himself between us.
-What was it?- she asks in a shriek that dies in the bud.
-I'm going to see.- I look at the street behind the curtain. The car is parked in the same place. I grab the phone again. -It's me. Can you handle everything? Perfect.- I hang up and come back to her. She sighs. Lying, especially to those who don’t deserve it, like Penelope, is never easy for me. But this is my job, and it is better that she doesn’t know the truth. -There's nothing.- I start, sitting on the couch. -Or he was afraid, or it wasn’t him.- or someone made him run away, but I don’t say this out loud.
Penelope doesn’t seem convinced, but not because she doesn’t believe me. -This is not living.- she only says, then gets up and goes to the bed. She pulls curtains, purple, which I had obviously not noticed, and here she has obtained her privacy. I stay as a jerk staring in that direction, maybe it's really too much time that I don’t... socialize in a normal way with a woman. I look at the silhouette of Penelope as she undresses. She removes the sweater first, I also notice the moan of pain that emits when she raises her arm. Then another sweater. So, the pants. I look away as she also pulls off the bra. I swallow and immediately meet Maxie's eyes, which seems to want to blame me, but I don’t know whether to have looked at something forbidden or for not to have gone to the end.
The next morning, I wake up with a scent I'm not used to. But I can still recognize its aroma. Coffee. And something else. I blink a few times, so I stand up and see that the curtains are open, and she is not in her bed. I look forward to the time clock. It is seven twenty-five. I don’t know why, but I didn’t think she would wake up so early. I head to the kitchen and she is there at the stove.
-Didn’t we decide you would not have to make any more efforts?- I ask. Penelope jumps and turns slowly in my direction. -If you should miss even one point, Morgan will take it with me, do you know this?- she nods, but understands that I'm (partly) joking. She sits down and makes me sign to imitate her. Only then known that someone has preceded me. Maxie is already lying at her feet and looks at her as if he could convince her to give him some of those cookies that the vet says are forbidden.
-It is not that preparing breakfast is then a big effort.- she says in her defend. -I don’t know what you were used to eat, there's milk, coffee, biscuits, if you want I can make a toast...- I stop her by placing my hand on hers, unknowingly. But the gesture succeeds in its intent. I smile at her to make her understand that anything will be fine. -Did you sleep well?- she asks, stirring her cup of milk and not looking at me.
-Yes, I'm used to worse places.- she raises the head and our eyes meet. That strange shade again. Perhaps she imagined what they could be. It doesn’t take much imagination. -And you?- she shrugs.
-Enough.- Maxie puts a paw on her knee, attracting her full attention. He looks at her in an irresistible way and she reciprocates him, starting a competition that seems infinite. I feel something melt even inside of me. I've never met a woman like her. Morgan and even all the rumors were right.
-So...- bad debut. -What do you plan to do today?- for a while she doesn’t answer, she takes the time to fix the table, then sighs and shrugs, or at least tries. Again, a sharp stabbing grimaces her in the face.
-I don’t know, I'm not used to...- she says, then changes her mind. -Usually at this time I'm already in front of my babies.- she notices my eyes open wide to the last word she said and is quick to point out. -I call in this way my computers.- something not so bizarre for an IT specialist of her level. For a moment I imagined that she was already a mother and seeing how she behaves with Maxie I wouldn’t have been surprised, but... I thought I felt like a sting in my neck. I don’t analyze it.
-You?- it's a really weird situation. On one hand I think I've known her for years and it's not so crazy the fact that I’m having breakfast in her kitchen after sleeping on her couch and involuntarily glimpsing her while she undressed and I watched her sleep a few inches from me and... enough, Luke, you're going on a dangerous road.
-I run, usually. In a wood near here.- suddenly cross her gaze seems above my possibilities. -With Maxie.- I add and the dog barks, which he never does, except in case of danger, having been trained for this purpose. He is also an exception, since most dogs that participate in such programs are females. They are more available to learn the discipline and evaluate situations. They would never let themselves be distracted from work because of a beautiful dog in heat, a ball or... who knows what else. Maxie and I are very much alike.
-Uh, it doesn’t surprise me.- again that mischievous tone. Maybe she's imagining me in a sweaty shirt and shorts, that is exactly the uniform I use, but I couldn’t tell her anything, thinking of what I did. -And how come you didn’t go today?- and yet, in some strange way, her mischievousness coexists with this childlike naivete. On the contrary, the two reinforce each other.
-Because my job is to protect you until your team will not get the bastard that hurted you.- just one epithet to realize that the story is, in a short time, had becomed personal. Ok, I've never endured violence against women, as it should be for any normal human being. But the fact that someone took advantage of a woman like Penelope, who tried to kill her... seems to me a sacrilege. -I'll never letting you out of my sight.- I add, making my position worse. She nods, then gets up and, in spite of my reproaches, starts to wash the dishes. I go behind her without saying anything. But I know that she feels the weight of my gaze on her.
She turns her head slightly while rinsing a cup. -Uh, Luke, if we were in a spy story and I was another kind of woman, I could even believe that you were flirting with me...- for a few seconds our eyes remain chained, then Penelope returns to focus on the sink.
-I don’t...- she interrupts me as well as close the tap blocking the flow of water.
The low look. The bitter tone. -I know, I was joking. I would never think of something like that.- I don’t know if I should feel relieved or worry even more. However, before I have time to protest, her phone rings. Actually, I don’t know if I would have been able to carry on this conversation. Morgan has always called her with adjectives such as her goddess, princess, splendor, darling, baby and at least a couple of times he called her sexy. From what I was talking about, I thought she was convinced of it too. But maybe it's not like that, or, again perhaps, the fact that she was attacked by the man she'd gone out with for dinner may have damaged her self-esteem. -JJ?- a colleague and a friend. The tone changes, it becomes bright and quite cheerful. But I think she's forcing a bit. -OK, it's good. Yes, all right.- she doesn’t mention the gunshots we've heard. -I know. Bye!- she sighs, softly. -They haven’t identified him yet.- she sits down on the couch badly, but this time no moan of pain. -On the other hand I was replaced.- she crosses the arms and bites her lips.
-Hey, you know it's just temporary change.- I think I took Morgan's advice a little too literally. My hand ends up on hers and brushes her knee. She raises her eyes on me and I withdraw it. -No IT can be as skilled as you.- but what is this conviction based on, if I've never seen her at work? The doubts are quieted when they are rewarded by a slight smile.
-Thanks, charcoal curls, you're very kind.- it's my turn to open wide eyes and stare her. Charcoal curls? There is something extremely sexy about those few words. They make me think of clear fingers wrapped in my hair, while a moan coming out of a mouth that whispers my name...
-Uh, you’re welcome.- I try to focus on anything else.
-Morgan didn’t tell you about my mania to give everyone nicknames?- I nod. Of course, he had done it. I remember perfectly the way he smiled when he told me that she called him chocolate thunder or statue of a god carved in dark chocolate. -If it bothers you...- insecurity comes back. I hasten to denial.
-No, it's just...- I hold out my arms. -I'm not used to it, but it sounds good. I like it.- my total sincerity is rewarded by another smile, this time much more felt and extremely sweet, because it also involves the eyes. I find myself smiling too. -So... what do we do?- I'd be able to stare at her all the time, but I don’t know how it could end. Maybe I should call Phil and talk to him about this situation, and he could take my place. I trust him as a brother.
But Penelope has another idea. -Do you play videogames?-
I thought I was back a kid. I couldn’t convince her to rest completely, she insisted on preparing both dinner and lunch and I could only supervise to make sure she didn’t strain her arm too much or give signs of fatigue. Then, suddenly, Penelope gets up from the sofa with a determined look on her face. -I'm tired of having the smell of a hospital on me. I absolutely have to take a bath.- two thoughts chase each other parallel in my mind, until they coincide. First, fortunately, the concern. And then... forget it.
-Are you sure that it's the case?- I didn't even get up, so much has already made a decision and nothing will make her change her mind.
-Yes, after what happened I need to feel good, and so instead...- she slightly widens the arms, as long as the pain allows. -My mood is dependent on the state of my body and my hair and currently...- she shakes her head. -I'm a woman, I don’t think you can understand.- she's probably right. I stand up, simultaneously declaring the surrender.
-Ok, but you have to make me sure that I can feel that you are well.- on this I can’t accept compromises. I place my arms folded, trying to look as inflexible and authoritative as possible. Of course. it is difficult when you have in front of a girl with blonde braids, glasses almost bigger than her, huge brown eyes and so much lower than me. I've never seen her with her famous kilometric heels because they're not recommended for healing.
-Okay, daddy.- she chooses to play together both the card of the child and the sexy one and the effect is... luckily she disappears behind the bathroom door, the only real room that can be said to be separate from the rest of the house. I throw myself back on the sofa and start flipping through an old book that I carry with me from a lot of missions and yet I can never finish. Soon, however, my concentration is attracted like a magnet by a celestial sound. Penelope is singing.
I want you to remember… In each tear, there's a lesson, (there's a lesson)… Makes you wiser than before (wiser)… Makes you stronger than you know (stronger)… And each tear (each tear) brings you closer to your dreams… No mistake, no heartbreak… Can take away what you're meant to be…
I don’t know if she has chosen this song on purpose, because the theme is profoundly apt. About the first part I don’t understand much, because I get completely lost listening to the only melody of her voice. I don’t think I've ever heard something like that... I 'm not even used to not having words. Yes, I've never been a big talker, but when I need, I know what to say and instead now... I feel completely lost.
We can't change the things… That we done that's in the past… But fighting won't get us anyway… So if you want, here's my hand… Every night there is one thing I do, I bow my head and I pray for you (pray for you)… And the last thing that I want… Is for you to fall apart… Your future will be clearer… I want you to remember…
I should tell, these things, to her. What am I saying? Morgan should tell her, he is her best friend and I think something more. He worries too much, is too involved, when he talks about her or with her... what is this feeling of puncture, again?
In each tear there's a lesson, (there's a lesson)… Makes you wiser than before (wiser)… Makes you stronger than you know (stronger)… And each tear (each tear)… Brings you closer to your dreams… No mistake, no heartbreak… Can take away what you're meant to be…
The flowing water doesn’t bother at all, doesn’t clash, indeed, it is a perfect background. In her voice I feel all the pain she feels, not only physical, but above all emotional and I realize that I would like to be with her to embrace and console her, to tell her what she is singing.
You're much more than a struggle that you go trough… From nine till five I open things so let it go … You' re not a victim… You're more like a winner… And you're not defeat … You're more like a queen… In each tear… There's a lesson… Makes you wiser than before… Makes you stronger than you know (stronger than you know)… And each tear (in each tear)…Brings you closer to your dreams… No mistake, no heartbreak… Can take away what your meant to be…
She gives me only that song, then nothing more. I hold out my ear to listen to every kind of noise and let my imagination run wild. At least with myself, it is useless to deny anything. There is something (more than something) that attracts me, in her. The rubbing of the sponge on the skin. Bottle caps definitely shampoo and conditioner, that open and close. A different kind of symphony that fills about half an hour. Then that too ceases. Nothing is heard anymore. I try to call her once, trying not to sound too alarmed. -Penelope?- silence. I let it go just a second and I went to the bathroom door. -Penelope?- one more attempt before I let the panic win. -Penelope?- that's enough. -Penelope, I'm going in, I swear I will not looking, but I have to go in.- what's the use of warning who surely can’t hear me? I turn the handle and disobey what I told her, because I can’t save her blindly. I immediately notice two things: she has fainted, her head out of the water, fortunately; and the foam completely covers her body, from the clavicles down. I put a finger on her neck, yes, there is a beat. Before calling an ambulance, I try some techniques learned at the first aid course. I caress her cheek, calling her and holding her head up so she can breathe properly.
She opens her eyes suddenly, a terrified expression on her face, then her eyelids fall back and this time she lifts them more calmly. She coughs. -God, what... what happened?- she doesn’t look at me. I don’t know if she is more worried about the fact that I saw her almost naked or because of her health.
-You fainted.- I explained. -And I had to go in, but I didn’t see anything.- she seems slightly reassured.
-Fortunately, I love the foam!- she even ventures a joke, which costs her another cough. I realize that I held my breath while I waited for her to recover, because my lungs hurt when I start breathing normally again.
-You can get up alone?- she can’t think of staying there. It's better if it's far from water, if the crisis should happen again... I don’t want to think about it.
-I must, no wonder.- the tone of voice is weak, tired. -For my feminine dignity.- I almost laugh, but luckily I can hold myself back. The brain returns to full function.
-Listen, we can do this: I lift you from the arms, without looking, then I'll take your bathrobe, you wear it and then I lift you again to go out...- why do I feel a dip in my heart while I visualize the scene? Penelope doesn’t seem very convinced. -Or we can stay here, like this, until tomorrow and beyond.- she seems to seriously consider the option. -But the foam will soon start to fade.- I remember her. She gives up.
-Ok.- she says only.
-Ok?- I repeat. I want to make sure she's ready. She nods softly and her wet hair ends up in my face. I settle them and even though she keeps staring at me while I'm doing it, this time she doesn’t turn back. I get a pink bathrobe, fuchsia to be precise, which in another situation would have ripped a smile or a giggle from me. -I'm removing the stapper.- I hear the pop that confirms that she did, and I close my eyes after placing both hands on her arms, under the armpits to be precise, as per standard regulation in case of rescue. I try to keep my fingers as far as possible from her breasts, a very difficult undertaking, because I already understood that... she has a beautiful package. I lift it until I realize that she is in a standing position, even if her weight is strongly unbalanced towards me. -Hold onto me, I don’t care if you will wet my clothes.- and Penelope does it, just barely, while with my hands free I open the bathrobe and holding her in front of it as a sort of safety shield, finally I open my eyes helping her to put her arms through it. I realize that she holds back more moans of pain.
-Closed.- she says only. I look at the bathtub almost completely empty. I pick her up, as men do in the movies with brides on the wedding day and I settle her on the couch. The robe lifts up a little, leaving a leg uncovered. It's nothing, but I'm forced to swallow. -My... my... hair...- she hasn’t recovered much and Maxie runs to lick her face, but Penelope seems not to notice. I go back to the bathroom and take the first towel that I find, I raise her head and wrap as best I can the blond hair that looks brown for the water.
-I think it's better if I dry them, you have to be careful to move the arm...- she doesn’t even try to protest and this means that she was really having a second crisis, while I pulled her out of the water. She sits down without my help. -You feel bad when you lift it, don’t you?- here's a glimpse of the real Garcia.
-What are you, even a doctor?- I shake my head.
-No, but I had direct experience. My sister.- I add. Every trace of the desire to joke fades from her face.
-Oh, wow.- I appreciate that she didn’t say the generic phrase I'm sorry. -And how is she now?- I smile.
-Well, thank you for asking.- she nods. I saw the hair dryer while I was looking for the towel, so I'm going to get it and start. Needless to say, I've never done such a thing, I'm not even used to using this thing, because having never had the hair long more than just a few centimeters, I've never used it. For those twenty minutes only the buzz of the hair dryer is heard, and I have the opportunity to reflect too much. I can’t get rid of a thought that I've, since I seen her fainted in the tub, covered only with soap bubbles. How would it have ended up if Morgan had been in my place? Would he be able to keep his attraction at bay? I don’t think it's just flirting, as he says. But it's not even the kind that takes advantage of women... ouch, heck again that sting, and yet I haven’t seen a single insect. And always in the same place, in the middle of the back.
When I turn it off, I admire the cascade of golden hair in front of me. -So, would you have ever thought of adding hairstylist to your cv?- she seems to have recovered. She laughs, infecting me instantly. -Luke, seriously. You're doing too much for me. You should have just made sure someone didn’t kill me...- she adds. I'm about to protest when we both hear a shot. I signal her to keep quiet. -Have... have you heard?- obviously she doesn’t obey, but at least whispers. I go to the window.
-Oh, shit.- I run away. I seem to see someone hurt behind the car. What if it was Phil? I come back to her, which trembles literally like a leaf shaken by the wind that is close to detach itself from the branch. -Listen to me.- I force her to concentrate on my voice. -Are you capable of shooting?- naturally, she shakes her head.
-No, I don’t… believe in guns.- someone could grasp the ironic side of this story. Another rumble. -Luke!- she moans, her fingernail is digging in the flesh of my hand.
-Take it.- I give her my gun. It looks even bigger in her hands. -You have to make an exception.- Penelope swallows.
-Where are you going?- she has already understood everything. She is not a damsel in distress, but a super computer genius and a federal agent surrounded by profilers.
-I had to go and see what happened, but I'll be back soon.- with a nod of my head, I call Maxie. The dog rushes and without saying anything, puts himself in a defensive position in front of her, wrapped in a fuchsia bathrobe, barefoot, with her hair still swollen without being combed. And that black gun to conclude.
-No, please, stay here! It's dangerous!- she puts the weapon on an armrest and grabs my arm with all the strength she has. I have no time to be moved.
-I know, I'm here for this, remember?- I say a little too loud. She pulls off.
-I don’t want you to die because of me. Be careful.- she gives up. I nod. Time continues to flow, inexorable.
-Everything will be fine.- I hope it is the truth. -Stay hidden behind, and if you see the door open and the person who enters doesn’t say my name... shoot.- she just looks me in the eye. -Be careful with the recoil, try to balance the weight as much as possible.- I absolutely have to go. But she is so terrified that I find myself making a gesture that I would never have expected, not before these two days, at least. I lean over her and lay a kiss on the hair that a few minutes ago I was quietly drying.
I close the door slowly and I go down the stairs bent in a defensive position and at the same time ready to attack. The ears stretched to pick up every little noise or change. I try not to think that Phil could be seriously hurt or dead. It doesn’t help anyone this kind of reflections. I kick off the door and scrutinize the street. Nothing suspicious, just the car, whose red and blue lights blind me. I walk around the car and finally I see him. -Phil, hey, brother.- he is awake and holds his leg, from which blood comes out.
-He is… ran… towards there.- he puts first the safety of the person he has to protect. -I don’t think that this time he will come back.- he is able even to smile. -I have already call the ambulance.- I look towards Penelope’ apartment and Phil notices it. -Tell me, Luke…- just a slight grimace. -She is so nice?- I blush and I prefer to concentrate on his wound. Luckily, it’s not the femoral artery, if it was so, he would be just dead bled out. -Go to her, I can handle this on my own.- I know that I shouldn’t, but fortunately I listened to it. I’m just started to climb the stairs when I hear the ambulance siren and I sigh for relief. A second after I see a dark shadow and one later a bullet brushes my ear. I can barely see him but I shoot in my turn, he does the same and also me. It seems to me that I can hear a female scream, but maybe it’s just my imagination. He still walk, towards her, but then I understand his strategy. From a window he throws himself on the terrace of the next building and I see him running away. I run in the direction of Penelope, slow down and open the door.
-It's me, Luke.- I say, and she is there, trembling, with the gun dangling. I grab it and put it in a safe place, on the table, but she doesn’t stop vibrating. Silent tears flow down her cheeks. She is still wearing the fuchsia bathrobe. Could she be more vulnerable than this way? Maxie growls in the direction of the window. I make another step and Penelope hugs me; I don’t send her away, but I hold her tight, not too much to hurt, but enough to make her feel that I am there.
-Why he want to kill me?- she sobs. -I didn’t do anything.- a hand on the head, I stroke her hair. She puts the head on my chest. Perhaps the beating of my heart is a reassuring sound for her.
-I have no idea.- I whisper in a calm tone. -But your team will find out.- I hope so. A siren blow, stronger than the others makes her jump. -No, no, don’t get agitated, they are the rescuers.- she pulls off, wiping with the palms of the hands the last salty drops.
-Who was hurt?- the moment of the truth has arrived. I sigh.
-There was another man on guard, outside the building. He is my best friend. His name is Phil.- she takes it quite well, at least the fact that she wasn't aware of such a detail about her own safety.
She covers her mouth with the hands. -Is it very serious?- her only concern is this. I feel a lump in my throat.
-No, Penolope, he will be fine. And it's not your fault.- I add, reading her mind. -Ok?- silence means consent. -You think that you can get dressed alone?- the idea of having to help her do this too is tempting and terrifying at the same time.
-I think I will be able.- she replies, perhaps sensing what I'm thinking. She disappears behind the purple curtains and this time I don’t even look in passing. A few minutes later she emerges wrapped in a dog-themed pajamas. I notice that she is not wearing a bra. My conscience tries in vain to bring me back to reason. -Did they let you know something about your friend?- she asks, sitting some distance away from me.
-Yes, everything is ok, as I told you.- she still looks at me in a strange way. -I am not lying to you, Penelope, believe me.- I raise my hands. -You don’t know me, but look at my eyes.- I don’t know where came from this last sentence. She only does it for a second, then withdraws, as if frightened.
-I can’t. They are so deep...- yet, after a few seconds, her eyes are chained to mine again and we stay like that, looking at each other for a time that seems endless. She is the first to give up. -You really don’t have a girlfriend?- she says so softly that I almost hear it.
-Yeah.- I confirm. -Is it so hard to believe?- she nods and restores eye contact.
-A lot.- she answers with such frank sincerity to displace me. -Now you don’t want to tell me you're not used to hearing people say you're beautiful...- that little bit of malice again. I smile, thanking her in this way of the implicit compliment and then shake my head.
-In the places where I've been lately, beauty matters nothing.- but Penelope misunderstands.
-I'm sorry, I didn’t want to seem superficial...- she moves away a little more.
-You didn’t seemed it.- before I can stop it, my hand starts to caress her. -I'm not a profiler, but I think I understand how you really are. And superficial is not an adjective I would use for you.- she nods and decides to end the discussion here. She taps twice the couch calling Maxie and the dog hurries to reach her. She caresses him and he kisses her with such sweetness and affection that makes me feel a third wheels.
The next day it's a ringtone that is unknown to me that wake me up. I'm really started to losing it. -It's Morgan.- I hear her scream. I look at the purple transparent curtains. -I'll show you a good morning, hot staff.- I listen her giggle. -Yup. No.- of course it's strange to be able to take advantage of only one half of a conversation. -Luke sent him away.- I straighten up the antennas when I hearing my name. -You couldn’t have made a better choice.- another giggle. -I love you too.- again that sting in the back, like a shock. -Greeting for me my mother-in-law and my sisters-in-law.- final laugh. I'm afraid I've figured out what the cause of these pinches is, but I don’t want to say it not even in my mind. A second later comes out in the open. -What's there?- she looks at me now.
-Nothing.- I answer, shrugging.
-No, you're thinking of something, charcoal curls.- she says. The nickname get a smug grimace from me. I sit up and she is positioned not far away, less than last night. -You don’t want to shake a poor girl with a weak heart...- she plays the winning card.
-Ok. I give up.- I raise my arms. -It's just... you and Derek have never tried to go out together?- I had to ask her, I needed to know. Truth can hurt, but you can also overcome it. Uncertainty deludes you and deceived you in an infinite circle. -If I didn’t know that you are just friends...- I miss the words. -It's not just for nicknames.- I'm able to specify.
Penelope leans better on the back. -You are not the first to ask. It is true, ours is an atypical friendship, but there is nothing more.- but a shadow passes into her eyes as she says it.
-That seemed to me a miss pick.- I put off her protests. -I know, it's not my business, but you're in love with him. I can tell.- jealousy, that sting is called jealousy.
-No.- she continues to deny. -It's true- she admits -I've been.- I've never appreciated the use of verb tense as now. -I think you're the first living being I’m telling it.- her gaze poses on Maxie. -At first, I thought there might be something behind those jokes, but it was just in my head. He sees me as a friend and he certainly doesn’t need me, to have a woman. All very different from me.- again a topic that she seems not to want to deal with. My eyes escape.
-Do you mean superficial and brainless?- I try to get at least a half smile from her.
-No, I mean models, tall and thin.- what I feared.
-Penelope...- she shakes her head violently and I can’t tell if she's about to cry.
-Now don’t start saying film quotes like "true beauty is in the heart" or "in the eyes of the beholder". Please. I don’t feel ugly or inferior to those women, I am simply aware of not falling into the category of interest of those like Morgan or you.- I can’t stay silent after being put in the middle.
-Me?- why do I need to hear another compliment? She already said she found me attractive.
-You're very similar to him.- she says simply. -Physically and mentally.- sometimes a conjunction can change your life. -Now, I'm sorry but I'm going to rest. I'm not hungry.- she gets up but I grab her wrist gently. She keeps giving me her back.
-Penelope, wait.- she doesn’t move a millimeter.
-Call me Garcia, like everyone else. The fact that you use my name almost makes it seem that you care about me.- I get up in my turn and force her to turn around. I take her face in my hands but I will never know what I would do, because, as the last time, we hear a shot that looks like the detonation of a gun. There is no one outside, Phil is in the hospital and since his presence was "abusive", not authorized, like mine, he wasn’t replaced. This time I jump with her.
-Stay close to Maxie. I'm going to see what it was.- in the middle of the day. This means that he is desperate, this is a hail mary. He wants to bet everything.
-No, don’t do it, I have a bad feeling...- this time she seems less scared, almost... resigned. I shake my head. Maxie rushes and cowers by her side.
-Nothing will happen to me, ok?- self-conviction helps a lot. She swallows. -Come on.- I put in her hands the same weapon as yesterday. -I’ll see you soon.- a promise that I intend to keep. I look out of the peephole. Desert. I keep the gun hidden, I wouldn’t want to terrorize some neighbor of Penelope. I descend the stairs immersed in doubts. Possible that he really tried to hit her in the sunlight? It means that he is also willing to die or... Shit. As I realize it, I hear a scream, definitely feminine and I recognize the tone.
-No!- I run, grinding three steps at a time and again I'm in front of the door of her apartment. I hear a male voice mumble something. It was a fucking trap. Penelope is crying, so she should be alive, but for how long? He wanted to lure me out to be able to act undisturbed. I open the door with a kick. I point the weapon on him, but the one of the asshole is in the direction of the woman's head, kneeling with Maxie in her lap.
-Son of a bitch.- I can’t help myself. I loved, I love that dog madly. He didn’t deserve to die like that. I can’t shoot him. I have to stay lucid. I would like to kill him with my own hands. That one turns but doesn’t lose sight on his main objective. I notice that Penelope's lip is bleeding and has a bad sign under the eye. The broken glasses on the ground next to the dog. I clench my fists. -What did you do to her, piece of shit?- I don’t think I've ever said so many bad words like today. The asshole laughs.
-Hey, buddy, don’t take it too personal. I'm not one who beats women, but this bitch doesn’t want to die... she has messed up my life. She deserved a lesson.- I can no longer hold myself back and I get to him. He didn’t expect it, we both lose the gun. Mine ends at the feet of Penelope, who doesn’t seem to be able to move. I catch a lot of kicks in the stomach, but I do the same and at the end he is KO. I grab the handcuffs and control that he still breathes. Yes, unfortunately his existence will still weigh on the shoulders of taxpayers. I reach the blonde and put my hands on her face, as I did just before this mess.
-Pen, hey, how are you, did he hurt you?- all the questions come out together. I look better at the swelling and the rest of the signs. He must have used the butt of the gun, that bastard.
-It doesn’t matter, now... you have to call the rescue for Maxie.- even in this moment her priority is always those around her. Can you fall in love in three or four days? I never believed in lightning strikes. Maybe I should stop asking these things and just... live the moment. I lean over the dog and feel the heartbeat. I caress him, touching his leg. Maxie slowly opens his eyes and moans.
-He just fainted, he'll be fine, we'll all be fine.- she doesn’t believe me. -Really, he's not dying.- She nods and then look at my arm.
-But you're bleeding!- I look at a series of cuts, some deeper than others, caused by the bastard's soles. I can’t and I’m not able to say otherwise.
-Really? We are a nice couple.- Maxie whine while I sit on the ground and wrap both in a hug. Just a nice picture. We stay like this until the arrival of her team. All worried but happy that this story has ended.
I let a few days pass so as not to look like a crazy maniac and I got Morgan's go-ahead. After all, it's his fault that I ended up in this mess. Will he necessarily have to be a witness to the marriage, but for which one of us two? Seriously, I tremble as I open the door of her hospital room. I have flowers with me. She notices me immediately.
-Luke!- we smile at each other.
-Pen, are you better?- the diminutive escapes me again, but she doesn’t seem bothered.
-Mmm, let's say that the morphine helps.- I approach a little more and put the bouquet on the bedside table.
-I'm here to tell you that Maxie is fine. He will recover.- extreme joy on her face. -And I have only a few cracked ribs, nothing serious.- she doesn’t seem to agree, but she doesn’t protest.
-Thank you for warning me.- we both know that I could have delegate the task to anyone. Even to Derek. My job ended when I put the handcuffs on the bastard, real name Jason Clark Battle, deputy sheriff with the killer hero syndrome. In the end, Penelope's team had solved the mystery. Her extreme generosity had made her end in his sights. The bastard was convinced that she was tracking him, because she had drawn attention to many of the unsolved cases of which he was the author. But let's forget him, it's just a nothingness.
-Yes, here, there would be another thing...- it is easier to shoot than to face a woman. Phil would laugh at me if he knew. -When you have completely recover...- I imagine Morgan's metaphorical push. -Would you like to go on a date with me?-
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#MyParentsAreLosers - Batmom x Batfam
I couldn’t bring myself to write a “depressed Batmom” story today, and I really wanna write it well and all so...here’s a silly thing for you, to “wait” for an actual story. Warning : it’s stupid and not greatly written, probably a bit of a mess (I wrote that in three days, with 5 minutes available each day to do it so yeah...messy) This was requested (anonymously), a story about the Batboys introducing Batmom and Bruce to Instagram and Snapchat, but I can’t find the original message anymore so...Here, if you read this anon’, I hope you’ll like it :-) (I hope all of you guys will like it) :
You can find my masterlist here : @ella-ravenwood-archives
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It’s Alfred who discovered it.
He read it in the Gotham Daily (neither you nor Bruce ever had time to read any newspapers, besides, both of you were getting a bit tired about the fact that almost every “news” was about you and him...).
As he was reading the article, for the first time in years, Alfred let it go. Thanks God he was alone in the house that day, as he bursted out in a loud and ridiculous laughter !
It made him laugh for hours, in fact (Damian and Tim coming home from school ruining his fun), and oh he had to tell you guys but...his majordome ways kept him from plainly coming to you and outright telling you.
At first, he tried to leave the actual article in places you could see it.
On the kitchen counter, for example, while you took your breakfast...But you never paid attention to anything before your third cup of coffee, even if it was right there in front of you, and by then Bruce would have joined you and you and him would be too focused on each other to realize that this damn article was on the kitchen counter !! AND OH MY GOD COULD YOU STOP KISSING AND LOOK AT THIS DAMN PIECE OF PAPER RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU ?! But it was too late, your kids were coming in and your focus would slightly shift from Bruce to them, the article would fall into the Oblivion as you just completely ignored it while doing your traditional conversation with your family. It was an old routine Alfred knew by heart.
He tried to put it in the bathroom, and found it soaked and teared...It was something, really, how you and Bruce could be so observant sometimes, and yet so blind some others.
He also tried the bed, laying it on your pillow where he’d be sure you’d find it...But the day he did that, Bruce came home early from patrol and you rushed upstairs rather fast and...Alfred found the sticky and...oh he’d rather not think about it, and just imagined that you guys were very sweaty when sleeping and...Let’s just never mention that episode ever again.
He put it on the computer in the Batcave, and found it, days later, under Bruce’s seat. How did it got there ? He had no idea, but what was sure is that the greatest detective in the World, the Goddamn Batman, didn’t notice that stupid piece of paper RIGHT ON HIS KEYBOARD !
His last resort was the library, where you spend most of your free times when the boys and Bruce weren’t around...He placarded it everywhere, putting it in every single books you were most likely to read that day and...What did you do ? Enter the damn library reading something already, so of course you didn’t pay attention to any of the articles, and you even used a few articles as bookmarks...Oh dear...
Alfred decided that it was time to stop trying to be subtle (though he could admit that his poor attempts at making you read this particular newspaper articles weren’t really “subtle”).
He gave up one morning, after three weeks of trying to make you guys read that damn article, and just shoved it in your face, right in front of the cup of coffee you were about to drink, so that you just HAD to read it.
“The children of the Wayne households post a series of pictures of their parents, and it goes viral” was the title of it.
What ?
It was early in the morning, and it took you a while before starting to understand what was happening.
To understand that your sons apparently kept posting pictures on the internet, of you and Bruce, with the caption (or “hashtag” as they called it) : #MyParentsAreLoosers, followed by the sentence “But I still love them”.
And oh the pictures they took...When did they even took those ?!
The articles only had three pictures to illustrate their words, and it was enough for you to feel overly embarrassed and mortified.
One picture was you and Bruce making out on the couch, clearly about to fall as the movements caught by the camera showed it rather well. The caption read : “#MyParentsAreLoosers but I still love them. They fell right after this picture, and thanks God stopped being gross when they spotted me.” with a little face vomiting at the end of it (later they’d tell you it’s called an “emoji”). It was apparently from Dick’s account and why would he take pictures of it if it was grossing him out ? You remember that day, that damn kid came in the living room super fast and scared you and Bruce, which propped the both of you to fall off the couch...Was it done on purpose ?!
The second picture was of some of your dance moves and...When the Hell did was this taken ? You remember when it was, after a charity happening at Wayne Manor, after they should have been ALL IN BED. You and Bruce, a bit inebriated, stayed behind and reenacted that Mia and Vincent Vega scene from Pulp Fiction...It showed Bruce in mid-movement as he was making some silly “boogie moves”, and you doing the famous “I’m diving” dance move and...oh God it looked utterly ridiculous. The caption read : “#MyParentsAreLosers, but I still love them. Staying past their bed times to dance like idiots...Yup, sounds about right”, and was posted by Tim.
The third and last picture was taken by Damian with the caption : “#MyParentsAreLosers, but I still love them. #Goodmemories though I suck at selfies” and was a picture taken right at the right moment, while you and Bruce were laughing your asses off. A little part of your son’s head was in frame, right under your neck, and...Actually this one wasn’t that bad.
Still, reading this article made you blush more and more and when Bruce entered the kitchen, you shoved it in his face just like Alfred did, while the butler was looking at the both of you obviously very amused.
Bruce started to read the article automatically, without really registering what he was reading until...Wait ? What ? “The four Wayne boys, the most famous children in Gotham City, are trending in the World with their #MyParentsAreLosers ! In a matter of months they achieved an insane amount of followers and became the most subscribed instagram accounts ever ! Besides their hilarious post about their famous parents, they also post selfies of themselves that got also quite a lot of likes. And comments, often talking about...”
-WHAT ?!
Bruce’s reaction makes you jump but...you understand. What indeed ?
That’s when your sons enter the kitchen and, just by looking at the two of you, and at Alfred smirking face...They know they’re in trouble.
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Because they added “but I still love them” to their ridiculous “#MyParentsAreLosers” thing, you forgave them faster. Bruce was a bit harder to, as he hated when paparazzis posted pictures of him and you without their consent so, his own sons ? He almost felt like it was a betrayal but you laughing at him for being so dramatic soothed him.
You were right. Besides, they did add “but I still love them” (even Jason and Damian, who really weren’t the cheesy type), and that was cute.
You “forced them” to show them their accounts and...after mocking them for posting pictures of their abs and muscles (”who’s the real loser uh ?”), you looked at all the pictures they posted that the article was talking about.
It really was a serie, as there were many MANY pictures. Some of them were adorable (you and Bruce asleep in each other’s arms for example), some others really embarrassing (you and Bruce asleep in each other’s arms...mouth open and drooling).
You glared at them as they were snickering at you and your husbands while you were scrolling through all the pictures. They knew you wouldn’t really do anything to them because in a way, you thought this was hilarious but...oh they were wrong.
You weren’t going to do anything bad, oh no. You were just going to attack them on one of their biggest flaw : their pride. You had a plan. And you knew Bruce would follow.
-So...Who started it ?
His three little brothers had no remorse ratting him out, and Dick looked at you with a very fake sorry look that made you smile.
-Alright then...Dickie, you’re the one that’s gonna show us how this instagram and snapchat things are working.
-...Wh...What ?
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Teaching you and his father how to use instagram and snapchat wasn’t as bad as he thought it was gonna be. You both quickly understood, but really, he should have guessed...After all, you monitored the bat computer every night, and Bruce was a genius, of course you would get how silly photo apps would work ! Though there were a few...misunderstanding about Snapchat :
-Why would I want to send a picture only for a few seconds to someone ?
Bruce asked, a bit confused about how useful this thing really was. And when Dick explained :
-Well, it’s just to tell people how your day is going you know ? To show what you do and all.
Bruce became even more confused and call the app “completely pointless”, owing him a roll of the eyes from his son...who quickly stopped when he looked at you. Ok. He was showing you guys how things were working, and since he made a fool of you and your husband online, wasn’t allowed to roll his eyes at you. Alright. Gotcha.
But really, it took you just a few hours for you and him to get both applications down, and Dick left, carefree, thinking he got out of everything pretty easily. Thinking posting ridiculous pictures of his parents online was worth it and...Oh but he wasn’t ready for what you were about to do.
And so, as you learned how to use Instagram and Snapchat, phase one of your revenge plan started.
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You observed what your sons were posting about, to see what was most liked and such...
Damian seemed to be the one that cared the least about his social media...Seemed only, as you saw him refresh pages of his insta regularly to see how many likes he got. He mainly posted about his animals, selfies with them, and his brothers that he would also #MyPets (oh that boy). His selfies were always very cute, with him half-smiling and all.
Tim would post about nerdy stuffs, talking about computers and all, showing off his gears, but he would also post “ingenue” pictures of himself. Like playing guitar or looking out a window...Thinking he was so damn cool. Pictures of his abs and all were both amusing and awkward to you, and reading people’s comments ? Oh my god.
Dick would post videos of himself doing flips and such. And selfies, oh so many selfies. Mirror pics of his abs too...What was with those boys and their muscles ? You were pretty sure if Bruce did it too, he would break Instagram (he was rather muscular...but also, his chest was littered with scars so probably he shouldn’t do that to the risk of people getting suspicious).
Jason would post about his motorcycle, about trespassing in different parts of Gotham (uh) and selfies...And damn pictures of his abs. Flexing his muscle for the camera, looking all smug and all.
On all of their accounts, the pictures that seemed to have the more likes (except for the abs pics and the #MyParentsAreLosers serie) were their selfies...Interesting.
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You didn’t tell Bruce what you were about to do, because you just KNEW he would ruin it. It wasn’t mean of you, it was just that...keeping a secret for him wasn’t always easy.
You’d think that being the Batman and keeping it secret for so long would make him a master at not saying anything about secrets right ? But no. Whenever it concerned you messing around with the boys, he would let it out somehow.
He would never actually downright tell your plans but...he’d smirk when they would be around, laughing to himself and staring at them and, eventually, your boys would guess that you and him would be up to something, and diffused your prank before you could even do it.
SO you didn’t tell anything to Bruce, and kept on with your revenge.
And oh they didn’t see it coming.
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You definitely took them by surprise. How could they have guessed ?
They thought it was rather funny, how you would only post pictures of Wayne Manor’s garden, making comments about it like : “oh I love green” or some silly things like this. Or post super cheesy inspirational quote. You were such a mom. Posting about flowers and books and tea...They secretly loved it.
Bruce would post only about food and would fanboy over you, though he was far from being good at taking pictures. It was really REALLY cute really how often he posted things about you, obviously completely in love with you...Your sons particularly liked that time he posted a picture of your back, just your back, not even your neck, or arms or anything, and captioned it : “My wife is so beautiful #truebeauty”...It was so laughable and cheesy ! He only scoffed at them and said “but she is beautiful” when they pointed out that he posted only your back, and you ? Oh you could only kiss him passionately because it wasn’t often your Bruce was that cute. You knew he loved you, there wasn’t a doubt about this but...carefree moment where he could just show you and tell you he did were very rare.
You both quickly gained a lot of followers, Bruce having more than you because...Well, it was Bruce Wayne, and many people were so jealous of the fact he seemed to have eyes only for you, of the fact that it was clear he was just so damn in love with you (his most liked pictures was of you laying on him on the couch, asleep...he hash tagged it with the word “selfie” though technically it wasn’t one, as only the lower part of his body was in frame, and not an inch of his face...).
The local celebrities papers (and national too really) made articles about the famous Waynes opening Instagram and snapchats accounts too, and published ridiculous interviews of random people you didn’t even know about talking about how great it was that you were now on social medias, though it was a bit pretentious, like you were nourishing your “narcissist”...Uh. What narcissist side ? Neither of you ever posted pictures of yourselves.
Yes. People were thrilled you guys were posting but...after months of Bruce only posting about food he was getting in restaurants, or that were cooked by Alfred, and part of your body captioned “I love my wife”, and you only posting garden pictures and inspirational quotes...the hyped died down completely.
You still got a steady amount of likes but...it was nothing compared to your sons’ pictures, wether it was selfies of themselves (alone, together or with friends), of their damn abs, or those famous “#MyParentsAreLosers” pictures.
Until one day, you posted your very first selfie.
Both apps almost crashed at the amount of likes you got. It was more than all your sons’ combine ! You bragged about it a bit, but this was still fine. After your first selfie you stopped for a while and they still had more followers and all...Still, if their mom was getting more instagram famous than them ? Like, they didn’t really need to be instagram famous, they were already harassed enough when going out in the streets just for being Waynes (though wearing very casual clothes always helped being incognito), but they were all very VERY competitives, and they were having a little contest about who had the most followers for a while now, and who received the most snapchat reacting to their snaps. You couldn’t win ! Their pride was challenged.
They posted even more selfies and sneaky pictures of you and Bruce after that...and you let them think you stopped with the selfies for months before...before your big attack.
************
You launched #MyKidsAreAdorkable a Sunday afternoon, your children would remember this forever.
It made the headline of every celebrities magazine the next day.
After posting your usual garden pics and other inspirational quotes that only grandma liked...You dared to do it. To challenge your boys. Only, you won before they could retaliate.
You blew the number of likes. Set a new record.
And your partner in crime ? A picture of Bruce and your boys, a bundle of cuddle, asleep on the couch in front of “Singing in the rain”. Your husband was sitting in the middle of the couch, Damian was in his lap, cuddled up against him, Jason and Dick on each sides of him, and Tim was asleep across them all. It was the cutest picture ever, but also very embarrassing for your teenagers who kept posting manly pictures of their abs and stuffs.
And from that fateful Sunday and on, you kept going.
You destroyed them on the “follower part”, and once Bruce understood your plan, he started doing the same, posting selfies with you (a favorite of everyone, the two famous Waynes together, being all lovey dovey), or sneaky pictures of the boys.
Damian and Tim fighting (”#MyKidsAreAdorkable, Baby number 3 and 4 started to fight for the last cookie, without knowing I actually ate it hours ago”)
Jason falling asleep on his motorcycle, his helmet still on (”#MyKidsAreAdorkable. Today baby number 2 fell asleep in his helmet, and I’m too afraid to move him in fear of him being startled and head butting me with that thing”).
Dick just waking up and yawning (#MyKidsAreAdorkable, baby number one being oh so attractive...ladies, he’s single, look at that handsome face”) and of course, this picture was the worst ever.
Selfies with Alfred were also a public’s favorite, because they were always so hilarious...And after popular demand, Alfred opened his own Instagram account under the pseudo of : “BetterButler”...Uh.
You and Bruce quickly became the most followed account in the World, and constantly bragged about it to your kids, until you finally thought it was enough, that they “paid” enough, and that you dug in their pride enough.
Besides, you managed to take pictures of their grumpy faces and posted them and the comments and teasing they got after that was definitely enough haha.
So you posted less and less #MyKidsAreAdorkable pictures, and they posted less and less #MyParentsAreLosers ones and...all of your instagram accounts became a sort of family album. Pictures of you guys together, still the occasional embarrassing photos but mainly all of you loving each others and...Haha who were you kidding ? Of course your accounts were mostly filled with embarrassing pictures of each others !
You guys loved them, though you’d never admit it and acted like you were vexed by them (Bruce was particularly good at that, acting like he was genuinely bothered by the very unattractive pictures of him you would post sometimes...or was he serious ? But of course he wasn’t, and when he was starting to pout like a child, you knew it was just a joke).
You all couldn’t help yourself, and it was really a competition about “who would take the most embarrassing picture ever ?” ! But there were also lots of pictures of you being a happy family. Pictures of birthdays, of smiles, of tough days turned awesome because of the support you all gave each others...
Pictures of laughter, dancing, hugging, kissing...Pictures that perfectly represented the love you all had for each others.
But still, mainly pictures with funny, sarcastic and witty caption, of something one of you would have done that was just very embarrassing (a favorite of your sons would be the one they took of the kitchen after you tried to cook that one time...it was a mess, a war zone, so awful !).
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In the end, this Instagram thing was actually pretty good. You quickly gave up Snapchat, not understanding the point either (though this dog filter ? Hilariously awesome).
It was funny, how Bruce would get jealous of the number of likes you’d get on your selfies...not because you were getting more than him, but because he didn’t like people saying you were “so damn beautiful”, only him was allowed too ! And oh how cute you thought his jealousy was (though he would always act like he wasn’t actually jealous, asking you discreetly who “that guy” was who said you were hot...as if you knew personally everyone who posted comments on your pictures...). Hell, he even tracked down a dude who once said that he would “tap that” talking about you, and hacked into his internet system, delating all his files...You thought it was very petty, but also quite cute. You always had your knight in a shining armor protecting you...Though you never needed him.
Whenever you had rude comments on your pictures, any of them, you’d just post a snarky remark back and humiliate them.
When you started to post pictures of Dick, Jason and Tim when they were younger...oh man their reactions were the best. So entertaining. Really, they started to regret ever starting that “#MyParentsAreLosers” thing, because if they never did, neither you nor Bruce (or Alfred) would be on Instagram....
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Dick Grayson would forever regret the day he introduced his parents to social medias...but at the same time, not. He would never admit it, but he LOVED seeing pictures of him and his brothers being all together, or of his parents being in love, of his surrogate grandfather thinking he was cool and...of his family in general. Whenever he felt sad, he would go on those instagram account and recall all of those happy moments forever accessible on the Internet. It was a great comfort really, in difficult moments. For him, but not only. For Jason, too. And Tim. Damian as well. And when one of them would be badly injured, for you and Bruce too. And for Alfred, too. Those pictures would be forever there, for them to see when needed...And oh sometimes, sometimes they needed it.
Besides, years later, those now dead since a long time accounts would help them remind them of how you and Bruce looked like. Once you’ll be gone, those pictures on the internet, that you posted just to get your revenge, would help them remember their mom and dad, their smiles and their love...Yes, it seemed silly at first, this all Instagram thing, but in the end, it became overly important. To all of them.
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Sorry I haven’t posted any fics for a while and came back with such a shitty one. It’s so messy, going everywhere and nowhere at the same time. Sorry. Anyway. Hum. Yes. The End.
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Colleagues Pt. 3/17 — Jason Todd x fem. reader
Y/N is struggling with this newly found information but decides to push it aside while things are going well. And maybe this Jason character isn’t as awful as he initially seemed...
Sorry this is so long! I was planning on making this two parts but I forgot to stop typing. Whoops. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy and thank you for the amazing feedback! You guys have been fantastic!
Warnings: swearing and mentions of alcohol
Word Count: 1974
Tagging: @sarcasmismyfirstlove
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17
It is sheer will and your hand supporting your chin that is at least keeping up the appearance of vitality as your professor lectures at the head of the classroom. After a quick digestion of the information discovered last night, you managed to hammer out a killer essay and get a whole 3 hours of sleep before having to wake up for your morning class.
You are trying to focus on what the professor is saying by watching their mouth but all you can hear is the conversation between you and Nick.
It was after a long shift at your old job that you came home to Nick using the kitchen for actual cooking purposes. Throwing your bag down you eyed him wearily as he gave you happy smile from behind a steaming stove.
"Hey sis! I got us a real meal; steak and mashed potatoes.”
You can't help but laugh at the absurdity of his appearance. He has his long purple hair tied up in a bun and your Batman apron tied around his body.
“What did I tell you about buying that disgusting meat at the butcher down the road?” you ask leaning over the sizzling pan cautiously expecting the worst.
“No sis. This is real steak from a real store,” his dimples flash seemingly innocent and the steak does look halfway decent. If you even liked steak.
“Nick,” you sigh grabbing at a headache forming from the thought of him getting into your cash again.
“No, Y/N, look I swear it was all my own money. I didn't take a cent from your jar in the dresser. Cross my heart,” he gestures to his heart. Mental note; move jar.
You let out a breath and look into his brown eyes full of pride. You see the little brother who would do this silly promise ritual years ago when hiding in your self-made fortresses. Before he lost his way.
Finally giving in, you cross your heart in sync with him and he laughs kissing you on the cheek. After finishing up the cooking, you manage to have a decent dinner with him even if you push around the steak so he won't notice you not eating it.
It is one of the best moments you have had with Nick since you had to move in with him after several of his stints in jail. But you can't help the question burning in the back of your head.
“Where'd you get the money, Nickie?” you ask somberly. Instead of the guilt you are expecting you see his face beam.
“I got a job,” your eyes widen at this. The boy who hasn't held a job in years can suddenly afford steak with work he has never even mentioned applying for.
“No really! I got a delivery job! It is with a Mr. Sionis and it makes enough money that you can stop worrying about me and start focusing on paying your school and I can finally start supporting Trey.”
You can't help but absorb the pure joy emanating from him. You hug him and enjoy the moment even though you know he could make all the money in the world but the mother of his child would never let him have anymore than the every other weekends he is getting. Not that you can blame her. She has a big house, nice husband and great career. Trey is a cute kid and deserves the best life possible, Even though you miss him dearly and you know it crushes Nick.
This memory still rings fresh in your head as one of the better ones even though Nick went straight back to his binging within one week of work leaving you to pick up the essentials. At least he has somehow held the job and pays for his own alcohol now. You aren't blind to the effect the job has had on your brother and now your curiosity grows knowing who his boss is and even more now that Mr. Wayne seems interested in the guy despite him supposedly being in Arkham.
You show up to your desk that night to find an invitation laying on it. Looking around you don't see anything out of the ordinary. Although, did you expect to see someone gazing above their respective cubicle laughing at a rather lame prank?
The Wayne logo is painted across the front of it and you open it to see an elegant flourish of details of a ball. It seems you are cordially invited to the annual Wayne Enterprise Ball. You can't help but feel a grin spread across your face. How very posh. You chuckle to yourself but you know you are excited at the chance of attending the most prized Gotham event.
You probably will not be the most lavish of the attendees considering your limited store options that pair nicely with your limited cash flow but hell you will feel damn beautiful. You clutch the invitation close to you before putting it into your bag unaware of the amused pair of eyes watching your reaction.
“Jason, your attention would be appreciated.”
Jason sighs and pushes himself off the window he was observing you from.
“Yeah yeah Bruce. You've got the fullest of my attention.”
The next two weeks go by fairly quickly, You managed to make it to break from school with only a couple of sleepless nights preparing for midterms. Nick hasn't had another binge since the night you found out the interesting tidbit about his new job. Troy had a great visit where we attempted to bake ending in a floury mess. All of this, plus your growing excitement for the ball tonight, has caused you to push the Sionis incident from your head for now. You really didn’t want to rock the boat while it was wading steadily for once.
Your rose red dress from a nearby thrift store illuminates your carefully illustrated makeup and your y/h/c piled on top of your head once you are ready to head to the ball. You lock the door behind you and can’t help but feel giddy.
Not only are you being handed the perfect opportunity to make fun of ridiculous people in one setting but you are being handed the perfect opportunity of meeting local newspaper hotshots who could be your road into journalism.
Your heels from a lifetime ago that you dug from deep depths of your closet may look great but are not the ideal footwear for a hike to Wayne Manor so you made sure to save up for a taxi. Not your atypical classy but better than appearing with bloody feet and being mugged 67 times on the way there.
The Wayne Manor is hard to miss even as you are a mile away. You find yourself dazzled by the vastness only seen previously by you on TV. Your taxi driver drops you off at an appropriate amount of distance so that you can walk.
You pass what you assume to be millions of dollars of jewelry and satins as you make your way towards the mansion. An older gentleman with a gentle face is checking invitations at the door.
You hand him yours hoping not to seem too eager. He gives you a warm smile as you thank him.
“Have a fantastic night Ms. Y/L/N.” his accented voice reads your name off the invitation.
The inside continues to astonish you as you take in the riches you thought only existed in movies. You can't help but gawk at the amount of stairs. Why do rich people need so many stairs?
After grabbing a drink, you go in search of familiar faces. You greet a few of your coworkers but then your eye catches an editor for a major newspaper in Gotham. You wander over to the assorted foods and pretend to be interested in them when in actuality you are plotting the best way to introduce yourself.
“You're staring,” a voice makes you jump and drop your plate you had began filling up.
Oh there's only one person that could be.
You turn around to find a smirking Jason Todd. He cleans up nice, you mentally note. He has a crisp, obviously expensive black suit on and his hair is semi tamed back with some gel.
“Is this some weird hobby you have? Scaring the crap out of people so that they drop absolutely everything in their hands,” you bend down to grab the food but he holds out a hand and swiftly crouches and sweeps the crackers back onto the plate. He grins and offers the plate back but your only answer in return is a look of annoyance.
He shrugs and puts the plate back on the table.
“So why are you staring at Mr. Prie?” he asks and you cross your arms.
“I'm not.” he hitches an eyebrow at this obvious lie,
“Yeah ok well since you aren't you probably don't want me to introduce you to him,” he challenges you with an amused look and his hands casually shoved into his pockets,
You contemplate your options. Ignoring Jason and hopefully keeping the clumsy at a normal rate. Or meeting the man that could possibly give you the job of your dreams.
“Fine, yes I would love to meet him. Could you please introduce me?” you grumble and this seems to feed the smirk.
“On one condition,” he says.
“Listen pal I am not being blackmailed into a date-”
“One dance. That's all I ask. One dance,”
You stare at him calculatingly.
“Is this how you usually get girls?”
“I usually don't work so hard,” you blush at this which amuses him.
“Fine, you weirdo. I will dance with you but first introduce me,” you give in.
He offers his arm with a boyish grin. You roll your eyes and stroll past him towards Mr. Prie.
Jason does an impressive job of introducing you as a highly-valued employee and even compliments your character. Damn, this man can charm the pants off of anyone. Mr. Prie ends up offering you a personal tour of the paper, making you even more successful than you thought you'd be.
You manage to keep your calm professional look as you shake his hand but when you are out of earshot you punch Jason in the arm in excitement.
“A personal tour!” you rub your hand after punching a surprisingly thick mass of muscle.
Jason’s grin matches yours as you look up at him absolutely beaming.
“Thank you so much for your help,” you say genuinely.
“Hey don't use your words to thank me,” you look at him questioningly as he does an obnoxious spin and offers his hand out to you, “Use dance.”
You chuckle at his dramatic voice.
“Yeah about that, I can't dance,” all of a sudden you are pulled into the dancefloor and you collide into Jason's firm chest.
“Nonsense,” he says and you shake your head.
He looks at you sympathetically, “Here just follow my lead.” His hand wraps around your waist drawing the breath from you while his other hand clasps yours.
Placing your free hand on his shoulder, your feet follow his and after a few toe-steppings, you find yourselves falling into a natural movement.
“I am really sorry I was so rude to you the first time we met. I'm not usually like that I promise,” you say breaking the silence.
His eyes twinkle bemused.
“I think I am the one who should be apologizing. I was being a jackals.” he admits.
You nod your head. “Yeah, you're right. Forget what I said.”
He laughs a hearty sound and you can't help but enjoy the vibrations it sends through his chest.
The night is turning out way better than you expected. But it can only last but so long.
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Seven Years
Request: Can I make a request? A Jason Demers one where the whole team wants you guys to date? Thank you and I love your writing! ❤️❤️
A/N: So Demers got traded from Dallas (which is the team I know him from) and that really messed with me. I had a horrible time trying to write this, mostly because I don’t really follow the Panthers (I feel like I say this about every single team...) But it was such a lovely request. A+
This took two days. And I feel horrible about that. I blame Simba (my cat) who is an attention whore.
I was also busy most of yesterday (which is like super not normal) because I went to see the Pizzarena. It’s beautiful if anyone was wondering. Horrible name though.
Simba and I hope you like it. ❤️
Word Count: 1496
Warnings: Cursing (possibly, maybe I don’t even know anymore.)
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“How long have you known her for again?” Derek asks Jason for probably the 3rd time today.
“I don’t know, about seven years or so. Why?” Jason was seriously confused. Yesterday Petrovic was chirping at him about (Y/N) and now MacKenzie.
“Wait, so you’ve know (Y/N) for seven, SEVEN years and you haven’t made a move? Not once?” Derek waves his hands around. “Dude, you need to move it. Women don’t wait for ever and it’s been seven years already.”
“We’re just friends,” Jason says. It’s like he's a record on repeat lately. “(Y/N) doesn’t even like me like that. What’s with you guys. You've met her.”
“Exactly, we’ve met her,” Perovic says coming into the room. “And we’ve been trying to tell you, for months now, make a move. For the love of god make a move.”
“Yeah, Demers, trust us. (Y/N) is like a unicorn. You need to stake a claim before someone else does.” Luongo opens a beer. “Hell, I can’t figure out how she’s stayed on the market this long. You’re letting the entire male population down.”
Jason thought about Luongo’s words.
You hadn’t really stayed on the market, as he put it. No, you’d dated plenty in the seven years he knew you.
“How does this one look?” You asked.
“Good.” Jason replied in a bored tone.
“Jason.” You say. “You’ve said that about the last three.”
“And they all looked good. I don’t know what you want me to say (Y/N).” He got up and walked out.
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“Jason,” You try to stop crying.
“(Y/N)?” His sleepy voice is a comfort thought the phone. “What’s wrong?”
“Can you come get me?”
“What?” He’s awake now. “Come get you? Weren’t you with James?”
“Yeah,” You mumble. “He left without me.”
-
“What do you mean you’re not coming to the game?” Jason says over the phone.
“I told you.” You sigh. “Gregg thinks we spend too much time together.”
“And what do you think (Y/N)?” His voice cracks.
“I don’t know what I think, Jason.”
-
“I just don’t think he’s good for you.”
“You keep saying that, Jason, but you haven’t given me a real reason.” You snap. He’s been going on for days about how Simon isn’t good for you. But he hasn't given you a reason.
“Because.” He pleads.
“Because why?” You yell. “Give me a damn reason.”
“He’s cheating on you!” He yells. His face shows he immediately regretted his words.
“What?” You can feel the tears welling up. “You’re lying.”
“I wish I was.” He pulls you in for a hug.
-
“I got traded.” Jason said sitting down. You don’t know what to say.
“Where?” You finally say.
“Flordia.”
“I’ll start making plans.” You say immediately.
“What?” He’s surprised.
“Well, you didn’t think I’d let you go alone did you?”
…
The team didn’t let up. Not even a little. Jason couldn’t even walk into a room without someone making a comment about you or asking if he’d made his move yet.
The latest antic was courtesy of Luongo, who managed to ‘borrow’ his helmet and have Marlene ‘upgrade’ it. So now, he had a helmet with your name and hearts on it. That he had no choice but to wear because it was day one of practice…a practice that you would be at.
He was the last to leave the locker room. Today would be the day the secret would no longer be a secret. For, well just about seven years he’d been able to keep the fact that he was head over heels for you under wraps. He didn’t think he’d be able to play this one off as a joke. No, today he’d have to tell you.
Today he’d lose you too. He really didn't want to go out to the ice. The longer he delayed it, the longer he could delay the inevitable.
…
“(Y/N) this is amazing. How did you manage to get tickets to this?” Your friend asked as you made your way down the stairs.
“I told you. Jason gave me the tickets.” You shrug.
“Right…” She trails off. “Jason. The same Jason who you dream about? Who you loooovvveee?”
“Shut up.” You blush. “People can hear you.”
“What’s the worst that could happen?” She laughs.
“Well for starters, Jason could hear you.”
The boys took the ice, but you didn’t see Jason. You looked twice, three times but you couldn’t see a ’55’ on any of the helmets. You slumped in your seat.
“How long have you two been friends?” You friend asks offhandedly.
“Almost seven years.” You reply.
“Wow. And he hasn’t made a move yet?” She asks, eyes wide. “And you’ve hung around? You’ve got it bad, (Y/N).”
“You don’t have to tell me.” You sigh. “Trust me, I know. It’s pathetic.”
You give up on trying to find Jason on the ice. You took out your phone and began to scroll through your Instagram feed. A puck hitting the glass brought your attention back to what was happening on the ice.
Petrovic was skating towards you but pointing to the other side of the ice.
“Thought you should see.” He smirks and skates away.
Jason is on the ice now. You must have missed when he came out. Your friend is struggling to breathe beside you, she’s laughing so hard. He skates your way during a drill and you see it.
“The boys must be playing a joke.” You laugh it off. “They do weird shit like that all the time.”
“Have you ever stopped to think about it. Maybe they’re trying to tell you something.” You shake your head. “Look, we’ve been friends for a couple years. And I don't think I’ve ever seen anyone look at someone the way Jason does.”
“We’re-“ You begin.
“You can say you're just friends all you want. But that man looks at you like you are the stars.” She cuts you off. “So you can keep telling your self you’re ‘just friends’ until you're blue in the face, but that man is just as in love with you as you are with him.”
…
“I’m so sorry about the guys.” Jason rubs the back of his head.
“You can’t pick your teammates.” You laugh uncomfortably.
It gets quiet. The awkward quiet that makes everyone uneasy not the relaxing quiet you and Jason are used to.
Things didn’t get better. It was always just awkward when you and Jason were together. You weren’t sure what changed, but you really wanted to fix it.
To J: Hey, are you free later? I want to talk.
From J: What’s up?
To J: It’s not really a text type of conversation.
From J: I can stop by on my way home.
Within minutes your phone was blowing up.
From Mac: Hey (Y/N) take it easy on the guy, OK?
From McCann-Can: So maybe don’t crush, Daddy OK?
From Barkov: “You want to talk”?! Way to give the guy a heart attack (Y/N)!
From Petrovic (I’m your fav and you know it): So I don’t know if you know this, but telling a guy you want to talk is the worst thing. We kind of need him on D…
“(Y/N), I’m here.” Jason calls out.
“In the TV room!” You yell back. He walks in.
“So uh…before you say anything. Can I go first?” He looks nervous.
“Alright.” You agree.
“I’m going to kill them. All of them.” He mumbles and you don’t quite catch it.
“What?”
“Nothing. Look,” He takes a deep breath. “I like you. A lot. More than a friend.”
“What?” You whisper. Not sure you heard him correctly. No way did he say what you think he said.
“I uh like you, more than just as a friend. And this is awkward now so I’m just going to go.” He stands up. “I’m really going to murder them now.”
“Wait. You can’t just say something like that and then leave.” You say from your seat.
“I can’t stay.” He replies. “I need some time. I can’t be around you, not when I’m in love with you and you just think of me as a friend.”
“It’s a good thing I don’t think of you as just a friend then isn’t it.”
…
Jason and you walk hand in hand into the area the next day. It was an informal skate and as Jason put it, the guys needed to know sooner rather than later so they could stop chirping at him about making a move.
“Daddy!” A couple of the guys yelled. You still didn’t understand the nickname.
“And (Y/N)?”
“Guys he did it! He finally did it!”
“Finally!” Was heard around the room. Jason pulled you in and rested his head against yours.
“See. They’re relentless.” He mumbles.
“As long as they don’t start calling me mommy, it’s all good.” You say laughing.
“No promises.” He kisses you. “Here’s to another seven years.”
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