hey jacks thanks for taking this

The Pastas but with kids

Slenderman: no thank you -teleports away-

Jeff: uhhh….hey there….omg I can’t -kills kid-

Ben: -is playing Mario Kart with the kid-

Jane: - best mom 2017-

Laughing Jack: hey kid you want some candy -insert devil laugh-

Masky: -thinking “Omg what do I do it’s looking at me oh god”- Just take the crayons and paper and go away

Hoodie: -best dad ever-

Toby: hEY kID WAnnA PLAY tAG?!?!? OKAY I’M IT -the small child runs as fast as they can away from the maniac who’s about to trample them-

Clockwork: hey kid you want to play hide and seek? I’ll count! One, two, three -kid hides far away from clockwork-…four, bye bye little bug!

Eyeless Jack- here just take my 10 dollars and go away.

New Old Captain

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Lardo was hunched over her laptop working on a write up for her final art project and Ford was across the table from her, finalizing room assignments for the boys’ upcoming (and final) roadie, when the front door opened and a voice called out, “Hello?”

“Jack?” Lardo scrambled out of her chair and into the front hallway. Ford leaned over to save Lardo’s document, then slowly followed after her. She didn’t think she had met anyone on the team named Jack, but who else would be coming to the Haus? She ran through a mental roster of the team, but didn’t come up with anything.

She found Lardo wrapped up in what looked like the world’s comfiest hug with a man who had to be a foot taller than her, and if he wasn’t some sort of athlete, Ford would eat her rooming assignments. His arms, good lord.

“Who’s this, Ris?” He asked, catching sight of Ford.

“Ford, our new manager,” Lardo’s voice was muffled into his chest. “Ford, this is Jack. You should have told someone you were coming, Ransom and Holster made an extra practice today and everyone else is at the rink.”

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This one’s based loosely LOOSELY (sorry @sparcck​ XD) on this follower milestone prompt.

“Hey Kenny- good series eh? Your guys played hard……………….Listen. We should talk. I’ll text you?”

(and then they exchange numbers and Jack texts to ask if he can call and he does and idk maybe it goes something like this:)

(WOW THIS GOT LONG SORRY THIS TURNED INTO LIKE. A  giant hypothetical STREAM OF CONSCIOUS THING. UNDER THE CUT. Idk don’t look at me. I’m just guessing.)
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Being Jason's Girlfriend and like a Sister to Damian Headcanons

Prompt: Headcannon of Damian being really close (like in a sister way) to Jason’s girlfriend and them fighting for her attention


Dating Jason and Damian looking to you as a big sister would include:

> Jason was a great boyfriend, and with him came his family of vigilantes - Damian taking a liking to you in particular. You were basically his big sister and he treated you as such.

> Damian stopping by your apartment at random times and even during patrol.
“Hey (y/n)!”
“Morning, there’s hot chocolate on the side if you want it.”
“It’s 2am. I’m fine thank you.”
“Oh really? It’s got marshmallows and cream. Plus I made it and not Jay.”
“I suppose it’d be a shame to waste it.”

> Having the Batmobile parked outside of your home and Damian arguing that no one will mind. Jason threatening to jack the wheels if he does it again.

> The boys fighting over who gets your attention, Damian usually winning but you’d make it up to Jason on the rare occasions you get to spend alone. Supporting Jason 100% and he knows that despite insecurities and Damian being argumentative.

> Whenever Jason leans in to kiss you Damian manages to interfere somehow if he’s in the area.
Your boyfriend sighs before speaking, as this happens far too often for his liking.
“Are you kidding me?”
Jason knows better than to kiss you in front of anyone that age so he picks you up and takes you to another room much to Damian’s displeasure.

> Damian mostly using the window since Jason often refuses to let him in.

> Damian always taking your side in arguments with Jason, numerous threats have been made which have lead to you covering Damian’s mouth.
“Those words should not come from someone as young as you Dami!”
“And you thought I was bad (y/n).”
“You can shut it as well Red.”

> Damian acting like an overprotective big brother and actually being kinda scary, though Jason usually finds the whole ordeal amusing.

> “Jason get away from my sister!”
“I introduced you to (y/n), and they’re my girlfriend demon spawn!”

> If anyone hits on you with Damian around he’s willing to fight them.
“I apologise but this young woman is dating my… brother so back off before I -!”
“Todd may be an insufferable human being but I know he loves you and will protect you at all costs. He’s worth more than this jerk.”

> They can agree on a few things despite their consistent bickering.
“Todd, where is (l/n)?”
“Y'know I’m not actually sure…”
“Oh, (y/n) is in the infirmary -” Barbara claimed strolling into the room.
“Woah is she alright?!”
“What the hell happened?! How could you let her get hurt?”
“Is it serious? Can we help?” Came all at once before the red head could even finish her explanation.
“Jason, Damian - (y/n) bumped into some furniture so it’s nothing serious.”
“Are you sure Babs?”
“I’d say Gordon knows what she’s doing Todd.”

Modern TSOA Headcanons
  • After getting into a fight with his neighbor, Patroclus is sent to a boarding school.
  • This is where he first meets Achilles, the son of Headmaster Peleus
  • He doesn’t like Achilles at first. Patroclus thinks that he’s too in over his head.
  • He blames this on the fact that everybody constantly showers him in affection.
  • Everybody except this one teacher.
  • His name is Chiron, and he treats the students equally. That’s why Patroclus likes him.
  • Also he’s more of a hands-on teacher rather than a lecture one. Which is good, since Patroclus has a hard time paying attention to lectures.
  • His perspective on Achilles changes when he ditches History class one day
  • Achilles finds him lounging in the mess hall, munching on a fig
  • Much to Pat’s surprise, Achilles covers for him, and even shows him this neat trick which involves juggling figs.
  • From that point on, Achilles and Patroclus are officially bros™
  • Achilles requests his Dad to tweak Patroclus’ class schedule so that they share all their classes together
  • They totally go through a “bro™”stage
  • “Hey, Pat, do you think an undercut would suit me?”
  • “idk, bro, your hair is pretty cool when it’s long”
  • “hmmm alright, alright, thanks bro.”
  • “Anytime, bro.”
  • It takes some time for them to come to terms with their feelings and admit to themselves that they don’t want to be just bros.
  • Patroclus makes the first move.
  • They’re in Achilles’ room. It’s way past curfew and they’re watching Brokeback Mountain on Achilles’ laptop.
  • It’s in the heat of the moment, really. As Jack and Ennis kiss, Patroclus leans in and kisses Achilles too.
  • It takes about a five seconds for him to register what he just did and he quickly pulls away.
  • He expects Achilles to be disgusted, but he’s surprised when he realizes that Achilles is blushing.
  • Their relationship develops from there
  • It isn’t obvious at first, they still act normally.
  • Then as time goes by, they begin holding hands in public. Every now and then, Achilles throws his arm around Patroclus’ shoulders.
  • After a year, they disgust everybody with their constant displays of PDA
  • Peleus doesn’t really mind that Achilles is gay and in a relationship. As long as it doesn’t affect his grades, he’s chill with it
  • But Thetis
  • Oh boy, that’s another thing.
  • Thetis isn’t mad about the fact that Achilles is gay.
  • She hates the fact that he chose to go for Patroclus.
  • “He was sent here because of disciplinary issues! What if his rowdiness rubs off on you???”
  • “MOM his disciplinary record here is spotless ??”
  • They hang out a lot with the older kids
  • Even if some of them Agammemnon are douchebags
  • “Ughh if you two are gonna make out then go do it somewhere else! Some of us have a hard time eating lunch while watching you guys shove your tongues into each other’s throats!”
  • “Aw, come on, Agammemnon! Let the kids do what they want!
  • “Shut up, Odysseus! They’re almost as bad as you whenever you talk about Penelope!”
  • Achilles is in the track team and specializes in Javelin Throwing
  • Patroclus often helps out at the clinic
  • They have a rival school that’s just a couple of blocks away.
  • During one of the “friendly tournaments”, they meet a girl from that school called Briseis
  • She and Patroclus hit it off immediately
  • Achilles is highkey jealous
  • There’s this Student Athlete from that school that rivals Achilles’ track record
  • His name is Hector.
  • Achilles refuses to challenge him directly since he begrudgingly respects the guy and bc he knows that he could wipe the floor with hector’s ass anytime
  • But then, during another friendly tournament, Hector accidentally elbows Patroclus in the ribs because of the tightly-packed wave of students
  • “Oh my God, I am so sor-”
  • Inevitably, Achilles beats Hector.

Just, an AU where everybody is alive and happy and nobody has to die pls 

UPDATE: I made some modern Briseis headcanons as a companion piece to this! Check them out here !

(Note: All real nhl teams are populated by fake fictional people in this fic.

Also note: I’m sorry this is disjuncted, I just needed to bang this out.

Triple note: yes this is a pride and prejudice au. 

edit: Part 1

“Brah, brah!” Shitty burst into Jack’s apartment. Jack was sitting next to his counter with a protein shake and smiling down at his phone dopily. “You gotta listen to me.” 

“The emergency key is for emergencies, Shits.” Jack sent a smiling emoji to the other person and received a string of unintelligible emojis in return. It was adorable. 

“There are two emergencies today,” Shitty said. “No, strike that, make it three. So the first emergency is that I wanted to see you.” 

“You can’t keep using that excuse to burst into my apartment whenever you feel like it.”

“Shhh,” Shitty put his hand over Jack’s mouth. “Just let me love you.”

“The second emergency is that I finally ran Chad Wickham out of Providence and I wanted to celebrate that with you,” Shitty plopped a bag of booze and snacks onto the counter.

“Shits, I’m not eating that junk,” Jack said, still looking down at his phone. “Anyway, Eric left some pie and pastries we can eat if you have to celebrate this.”

“That’s the third emergency, brah.” Shitty said seriously. “That bro is bad news. You gotta ditch him.”

Jack’s phone buzzed twice. 

Eric: Omg Shitty is there? Tell him hello from me! 

Eric: I left some banana pie in the fridge for him tell him to help himself!!! UuU

The two of them looked down at the text. 

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A little something for @alphacrone​ who wanted to read some Friendship!Jack and Bitty.  A restless night at the Haus leads to an impromptu visit to the local bowling alley.

“Just trust me on this one, Jack,” Bitty said out of the side of his mouth as he reached for a bowling ball.

Jack nodded, then turned toward Shitty.

“Yeah, sure.  I’m in,” Jack said as he handed Shitty a twenty dollar bill. 

“Lord, that’s kind of steep for me right now,” Bitty said hemming and hawing. “Well, at least it’ll be fun.”

“I feel bad taking your money, Bitty,” Shitty said as he took two crumpled tens. “But not too bad!”

Bitty looked at the balls, and decided on a neon green 12 pound ball.  

“How hard can it be?” he asked Shitty as he lifted the ball and held it to his chest.

Jack smirked, and sat down as he entered everyone’s name into the automatic scorer.  

Lardo and Shitty had been restless at the Haus that evening, and their restlessness began to spread to the rest of the team.  Even with midterms quickly approaching, no one else had any real inclination of actually doing work.

“It’s Friday night.  We’re young and alive… let’s do something. Anything for fuck’s sake,” Shitty moaned as he dramatically spread himself across the kitchen table and sighed.  

Lardo sat on the counter looking through her Instagram feed while Bitty frosted some cupcakes, and frowned upon seeing Shitty plastered on the table.

“Can you please get your stank ass head off my kitchen table?  We eat there, you know.”

“Stank ass head.  Good one, Bittle,” Jack snorted as he also sat at the table, doodling some hockey plays in the margin of his history book.

Lardo jumped off the counter and shoved her phone in front of Shitty’s face.  

“Look!  An online coupon for free pizza with a paid game at Strikers.  Get up, peeps.  We’re going bowling.”

Shitty immediately sat up and threw his fist into the air.

“Yes! A little ten pin, m’lady and gents?”

“Bowling?” Bitty said with a slight moue.

Jack stood up and said, “I could bowl.  You don’t bowl, Bittle?”

Bitty shrugged and put down the last cupcake.  “Fine… let’s go bowling, I guess.”

“Thank god, I was just about to pass out of boredom,” Lardo said as she grabbed the Haus keys from the glass bowl on the kitchen counter.

“Let’s go, kiddles.  And bring those cupcakes,” Shitty said as he followed Lardo outside.

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Jack and Mark’s Demons

Alright, Dark and Anti theory time!

(Just giving you a heads up, it’s a bit long so thank you in advance if you take your time to read this!)

So, we all know about Antisepticeye and Darkiplier, right? (well, obviously ahah). Ok I’ve been thinking. What if @therealjacksepticeye and @markiplier sold their souls to demons for the fame and subs?

So it’d be like “hey so I sell you my soul and in exchange you make me YouTube famous and give me a lot of subs, how bout dah” and the demons would be like “yeah man, I gotcha, but in exchange you’ll let me take over your body once in a while, and no one would even notice because I would act the same way as you, it’s just that I can have a little freedom every now and then” and Jack and Mark would agree on those terms.

So, that’s what happened. They made the contract, gained their subs and fame and in exchange they would let the demons take their body occasionally as we can see on some of Jack’s videos such as Split personalities| reading your comments #47, and I think it’s safe to say kill or be killed| undertale #9  (and other undertale videos) when Jack did Flowey’s voice, or Mark’s videos such as Don’t Blink and don’t move, amongst others. 

Obviously, the demons did an amazing job at pretending to be Mark and Jack as we all caught on that something wasn’t right. In fear of being exposed, they shut out their demons and carried on with their normal lives. After all they already had a good fan base so even if the demons abandoned them, they could carry on gaining subs just by themselves, without supernatural help. 

This, obviously wasn’t well thought by Jack and Mark. If there’s one thing I know from basic knowledge and research and the Supernatural series (pfft) is that, if you mess with the supernatural, you’re fucked. These two shut out the demons they made a contract with. Obviously that pissed them off. After all the things they did for Jack and Mark, after all the subs and fame, this is how they treat them? That’s not fair! So, they started working on ways to get back at them for betraying them. They both worked towards a simple goal. Hurt their humans in the worst way possible for them.

For Jack, losing his voice, the thing that makes him stand out the most from other youtubers, would be the worst thing that could happen to him. Not being able to talk would be torture (and we all know Jack loves to ramble, he can pull a 20 minutes’ video out of his ass just by talking about pineapple pizza!), and he would lose his subs and fame and everything he worked on. So what did Anti do? He sliced Jack’s throat. He took Jack’s voice away so he could take over his body again. Maybe that’s one of the reasons why Anti’s voice is so glitchy now. In the past, you could understand him just fine (in the split personalities video and the undertale videos), but now you can’t understand him that well and that’s because he ruined jack’s most valuable thing about himself, even if it was temporary, or a symbolic thing. But the wound is open now and Anti can take over Jack’s body more easily again. Another proof? Jack got sick after is Pax panel 2017. What happened in his panel? Anti made an appearance. What was the most affected thing when jack got sick after that? His voice.

For Mark, hurting the ones he loves the most would be the worst thing ever. We all know how Mark is so caring about his fans, you can see that every time he cries for us, those tears are real. And Dark knows it. He knows we’re his weakness. At first, he tried to hurt Mark, as we can see on the video Relax. But I have the feeling Mark is one of those people who would rather be the one to get hurt to protect the other person. So Dark decided it would be useless to hurt Mark. Specially since he already hurts and tortures himself every time he does something like the ice bath challenge ahahah, I can just picture Dark facepalming while watching Mark doing these kinds of videos. anyway, Dark decided to wait for the perfect opportunity to strike back. The perfect opportunity to finally be able to hurt the ones Mark loves. And when did that happen? On valentine’s day. The day you spend with someone you really care about. It was the perfect timing to attack. And that’s what Dark did. Not only would he get to hurt and mentally torture us but he would get to do the same things to Mark. Dark threatened usI can specially take you to the places where you don’t want to go”/ “THERE’S NOTHING YOU OR HE CAN DO TO STOP ME!”/ you’re never, ever going to escape me, and mentally tortured us by

1)      Putting us on a loop every time we chose the “Exit” option, which would drive us crazy since we were the only ones aware of the fact that this was a never-ending loop of either watching Mark dig the floor with a damn spoon  -____- or us being attacked by the crazy cook every time we wanted to escape;

2)      Making us choose which Mark to kill and the fear of killing the wrong one (I don’t know about you guys but when it came to the time of choosing which Mark to kill, it gave me anxiety xD)

And as for Mark, not only was he tortured as well, by watching us go through all that, he was also killed and more than once! Killed and brought back to life multiple times can’t be good for you.

The reason Anti and Dark had different approaches to Jack and Mark was because they’re different types of demons. Different types of demons for different types of people. 

This was Antisepticeye and Darkiplier’s way of showing Jack and Mark they can’t back down on a deal made with demons.

Now that we know about their existence, ţ̶̜̫̝̽h̴̟̱̳̬͒̌̈͛͑̅͘ȩ̷͕̘͕̦̋͋̐̉͛r̵͉̭͂e̶͕̮̘̍͐́͒͑̆̊'̸̼͎̋̽̊̀̾̉̅ͅŝ̵̛̹͕̻̳̰̂ ̷͔͇̱̜̣̉ͅͅn̷̛̹̺̆̇́ȯ̷͖́̋̚͠ ̶̢̡̰̤̘̮̋̽̓̉p̶̛͕͉̯͙̈́̌ö̸̤̺́͑͊̈́̓̕͜i̴̗͚̦̥̳͍̋̓̽͊͊̓͠n̶̡̢̢͈̹̹̿̅̑͝ṱ̵̛͕̳͎̾̌͘ ̸̢͉̳̫̣̜͇̐͗̏̆́̌͠i̴̢̩̙̣̫̽͊̕n̷̙̞̄̏̀͑͘̕ ̷̡̗͖͔͍̿̆̉͗̾̈́h̵̳̹̻̜͇̿i̴̲͙͒̓̈́͑̒͂d̸̜̰͎̟͆̄͑͌͘͜i̴̡̖͙͔̞̲̋n̶̡͍̮̘̮͛́͠ͅg̷͚͈̓̇̆̊̎̚ ̸̥̥̼̒̾̉͆͂̍å̴͚͓͘n̶͓̆ͅỷ̶͔̱̄̉̃m̶̘͐̒̅̂͑͝o̴̡̻̖̹̬͌ŗ̶͍̜̭́̒̿́̄̚ȅ̷̠̥̜̬͚̺̘̓͆̆̄̈.̸̛̙̩̝̫̺̈́̌͆͑̎͆͜.

(jokes aside, we all know Jack and Mark gained their subs and fame for their talent and kindness because they’re genuinely amazing people)

edit: it looks like part of my theory looks like this specific theory that is absolutely amazing as well, but I don’t want it to look like I’ve stole it from the person who wrote it so I’m crediting them. if you haven’t read it, I suggest you do because it’s really good! @fandombandomrandom42 I just want to apologise again for making you think I stole this idea from your theory without crediting you :/

Beer and Snuggles

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The fluffiest fluff
Word Count: 698

A/N: I literally just woke up from this dream because apparently I’m having Jack feels. To my subconscious - well done, sir.


The bunker was quiet. Dean had got bored hours ago and headed out to a bar with the parting line ‘Thanks for babysitting, Sammy,’ as he clapped his little brother on the back.

Sam hadn’t really moved all night. He was sat in the big armchair, glasses on with a big, dusty lore book open on his knee.

You eyed him from the couch wondering how on Earth he could find that entertaining.

Your laptop lay on the table in front of you.

‘I’m gonna put some Netflix on,’ you said finally, the quiet numbing your brain.

Sam didn’t look up, just shrugged. Apparently whatever he was reading about was very engaging.

Jack entered the room with three beer bottles in his hand.

You couldn’t help but smile whenever Jack was nearby. He reminded you so much of Castiel.

And he was sweet and kind-hearted and always trying to make you all happy. You wished the boys would appreciate him a bit more.

‘I brought beer?’ He said more as a question, handing one to Sam.

Sam looked up then, taking it from him and smiling.

‘Thanks, Jack.’

‘You’re my hero, Jack,’ you said as he placed yours down on the table.

His smile was wide. You patted the couch next to you.

‘Wanna watch something funny?’

‘Ok,’ Jack said as he sat down next to you.

You pressed play, grabbed your beer and slouched back.

Jack glanced sideways at you and followed suit, slouching down.

You both laughed.

‘Hey, it’s actually really bad for your back,’ you said. ‘You should probably sit up.’

Jack just raised his eyebrows at you.

‘I know, I know. Do as I say, not as I do.’ He didn’t move.

‘It’s actually comfortable.’

‘Ok,’ you said grabbing some cushions. ‘Here.’

You pushed one under his back. You lingered as you pulled your arm back again, the warmth of him against you comforting.

You held your hand on the small of his back.

‘Hey Jack,’ you said, deliberately keeping your voice low. ‘We should snuggle.’ You felt yourself blush as you said it.

Jack gave you one of those lovely slanted smiles.

‘That sounds nice,’ he murmured, matching your tone.

You shuffled closer to him and rested your head on his chest. Jack slowly brought his arm up to rest on your back.

You breathed him in and allowed yourself to melt a little into him. He smelt of Sam’s cologne that he had borrowed and the washing powder Dean insisted you always bought.

You wrapped your free arm around his waist.

‘Am I doing it right?’ He asked.

You glanced over at Sam and met his eyes. He raised his eyebrows in warning.

You didn’t care.

‘Yeah, you’re nailing it,’ you said into Jack’s chest.

A few minutes passed, and you shuffled a little, both getting comfortable.

Jack stroked his hand across your back.

‘I can hear your heartbeat,’ he said. ‘It’s really fast. Are you ok?’

You laughed. ‘Yeah, Jack. I’m ok.’

‘She’s happy,’ Sam pitched in. ‘Perhaps a little too happy.’

You didn’t look at him this time.

‘Happy is good,’ Jack concluded.

You realised that jack wasn’t watching the screen. He was glancing sideways at you.

You shuffled closer, holding your hand on his chest. Now your face was only and inch away from his.

You could feel the heat of his breath and see the glistening of his lips.

Sam cleared his throat.

You both turned to look at him and he raised his eyebrows again. ‘Come on,’ he warned.

You sighed heavily, but didn’t move.

‘Did I do something wrong?’ Jack frowned.

‘No, Jack. It’s just Sam being a boring old fart.’

Sam only gave an exasperated sigh in response.

You brought your lips to Jack’s ear and covered yourself with your hand.

‘I’ll have to teach you about kissing another time,’ you whispered, then giggled.

Jack smiled. ‘I like the sound of that,’ he said, forgetting to whisper.

Sam sighed even louder now, running his hand through his hair and shaking his head.

You ignored him and nuzzled further into the warmth of Jack’s chest.

‘I like snuggling,’ Jack declared with a big grin on his face.


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This prompt was sent to me sooooo long ago by @legojacques. Thank you for your patience! I hope it was worth the wait!

Note: This is an AU where Bitty and Jack have a heart-to-heart after the events of epikegster, and then the rest of year 2 goes on to happen as it does in canon. Pre-relationship friendship, ftw! Also, ridiculous flight itinerary ftw lol

This was not how Bitty’s winter break was supposed to start. He never should have used that cheap airfare website. At the time he booked it, the Boston to Montréal, Montréal to Atlanta itinerary did not seem so bad. Weird, yes, but not bad.

Getting to travel the first leg of his trip with Jack did not hurt either. Bitty could not help but snicker as Jack struggled to hide his surprise at the cookies stashed in his carry-on. “Yes. I packed an entire batch of cookies for this flight. I know it’s only an hour and fifteen minutes, but… playing hockey burns a lot of calories, so we gotta eat lots of small meals.”

The employee raised an eyebrow. “Is a batch of chocolate chip cookies the best meal choice?”

“They’re not your grandmother’s chocolate chip cookies–” Bitty stopped himself. “Actually, they are my MooMaw’s basic recipe, but with a healthier twist.”


“They have more protein.” Bitty grinned when Jack made a soft “hah” laugh. It was good to see him smile after the events of epikegster. This was shaping up to be a good day.

The day went south just as their flight was arriving up north. The pilot announced over the speaker that a storm was starting up, and that the landing would be rocky. Jack stared out Bitty’s window intently with a soft frown on his face. 

Bitty tried to keep his composure, but the first big jolt of turbulence elicited a quiet yelp from the back of his throat. “Sorry, so embarrassing…” He blushed and shyly looked over at Jack.

Jack was rigid and pressed as far back in his seat as possible, his eyes closed. He was taking slow, deep breaths, but his exhales were a bit shakey.

“Jack? Are you okay?”

“I'm fine,” Jack snapped before he could correct himself. “Sorry, just…”

“It’s okay.”

“Hey… Bittle?” Jack asked with his eyes still closed. 

“Yes, Jack?”

“Could you… No, nevermind. It’s stupid.”

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Au where ransom is a falconer, tentatively making this part of the bakery au

“You’ve always insisted that the Falconers were the best looking team in the NHL, haven’t you, Tater?” Casey asked, camera and microphone to Taters face. “If I ask who the most handsome guy on the team is can I trust you not to point to yourself?”

Its a puff piece, just something cute to put up on Falcs tv. Tater laughs and places a hand on Casey’s head; she doesnt mind it and he likes messing up her silky locks.

“Of course Im most handsome!”

“Well you know, today TMZ released a list of 20 most beautiful hockey players and can you guess who was number 3?”

“Me?” Tater asked, laughing.

“Better luck next time, it was Jack!”

Tater raised an eyebrow. “Jack? Who else is on list?”

“No one on the team, Im afraid.”

Tater looked into the camera seriously. “What meaning is this? How come list so wrong? HEY ZIMMBONI COME OVER HERE. Actually lets go to Zimmboni, he still in Nate’s office.”

Tater led the crew down to the nutritionists office, where Jack was taking notes.

“Hey Zimmboni, you know you number three most beautiful hockey player?”

Jack looked at the camera. “Uh. Thanks for voting for me.”

“No!” Tater stated. “You pretty handsome but you know who is most handsome?”

“You?” Jack guessed.

“Ransom most handsome, why everyone sleeping with him?” Tater said. (“Sleeping on him,” jack corrected).

“Who’s sleeping with me again?” Ransom walked by at the moment, and found himself pulled into a side arm hug by Tater.

“Look at this man!” Tater boomed. “Has super cheekbones and super lips! Most handsome man! And he super smart too!”

Ransom blushed, caught between Tater, Jack, and the camera crew.

“Haha, can’t fight against that Zimmerass though, am I right?” He said.

Casey giggled. “I think Jack has that covered.”

Tater shook his head. “We not talk about ass, why you two so crass about this? I talk about face, look at Ransom being beautiful!”

Ransom blushed. “Well I can’t say I’m ugly, I’m alright.”

“Who make top twenty beautiful list in TMZ?” Tater asked. “Why they not include Justin Oluransi? He can be movie star!”

“Haha, thanks Tater,” Ransom said, staring at Tater in adoration. It wasn’t caught on camera, as the crew was focused on Jack’s amused reaction.

The interview went on, and Jack was left alone to take notes while Ransom left to head to his conditioning session.

He smiled and a pep entered his steps as he remembered the way Tater slung his arm around his shoulder and declared him the most gorgeous man on earth, and definitely in the NHL.

I wrote a thing:

The apartment is far too quiet when Justin finally gets home.

Adam always makes it home first, when they work on the same day, and he’s usually in the kitchen making dinner, or singing along to something in the living room, or perched precariously on the table in the front hall, waiting to tell Justin all about his day.

All of the lights are still off, and Justin heads blindly in the direction of the living room, brow furrowed in a mix of confusion and worry.

He lets out a breath of relief when he sees Adam’s head poking over the back of the couch.

Justin flips on the floor lamp just past the doorway and walks around the couch.

Adam doesn’t move. He’s pulled his feet up onto the couch, and is hunched over his emergency pint of ice cream, glaring at the opposite wall silently. He has a blanket wrapped around his shoulders, but he’s still wearing his dress pants and button up shirt.

His suit jacket is on the floor in front of Justin, and Justin picks it up, placing it over the back of the couch before settling himself down on the middle cushion, close enough that he’ll be able to touch Adam if Adam wants, but far enough to maintain a bit of space in case he doesn’t.

“Hey,” he says quietly.

Adam doesn’t say anything, instead shoving a spoonful of vanilla and cookie dough into his mouth.

“Rough day?” Justin continues.

Adam shrugs, keeping his gaze firmly on the opposite wall.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Justin offers.

“No,” Adam says, as though  that question had been particularly stupid.

“Okay,” Justin says, shrugging and ducking his head to hide his fond smile.

Grouchy-Adam is kind of adorable, but Grouchy-Adam definitely does not appreciate having that pointed out.

“Can I sit with you?” Justin asks.

Sometimes Adam finds cuddling helpful; other times he needs to be alone, and will come find Justin whenever he’s ready.

This time, Adam shrugs again, and lifts a corner of his blanket.

Justin stops trying to hide his smile as he shifts to settle himself under Adam’s arm, pressed up against his side.

Adam wraps his arm tightly around Justin’s shoulders, bringing the blanket with him. It’s too small to adequately cover them both, but Justin figures it’s more for comfort than warmth at this point.

“Want to watch something?” Justin asks.

Adam shrugs again, jostling Justin’s head where it’s resting against his shoulder, and Justin wiggles out from under his arm to go grab Adam’s laptop from the bedroom. He impulsively grabs a pair of sweatpants and an old, worn t-shirt as well, then heads back out.

“Do you want to get changed?” Justin asks, “I’ll order something for dinner.”

Adam nods, face still pulled downward into a frown, but he’s glaring slightly less so Justin will count it as a win.

He passes over the change of clothes, and gets the laptop set up, sending off an order for pizza, then pulling up a random episode of 30 Rock.

Adam settles down next to him just as he’s pressing play, and leans his head on Justin’s shoulder, picking his ice cream back up.

“You’re not going to have any room for pizza,” Justin test-chirps him, half-holding his breath while he waits for a response.

Adam snorts something that could be considered a precursor to a laugh and Justin relaxes.

“I’m a giant,” Adam grumbles, “I can eat as much as I want.”

“You’re only two inches bigger than me,” Justin points out.

“And those two inches are entirely ice cream.” Adam shoots back.

“As a medical professional, I’m going to have to disagree,” Justin says.

“Well as an ice cream professional, I think I’m the authority here,” Adam says, eating another spoonful for good measure.

Justin is about to respond, but suddenly there’s a spoon shoved in his face and he has no choice but to join Adam in ruining their dinner.

Being grown ups sucks, like, most of the time, but being able to eat ice cream for dinner definitely helps.

“Does this mean I’m going to grow two inches?” Justin asks, stealing another bite that Adam definitely intended for himself.

“In your dreams,” Adam huffs.

They settle into comfortable silence, only broken by the arrival of the pizza, which they still manage to eat most of.

By the time they head to bed, overly full, and still wrapped around each other in their blanket, Adam seems nearly back to normal.

“Hey,” Adam says, as they crawl into bed, getting their limbs tangled in the most comfortable way possible, “Thanks.”

“Any time,” Justin tells him.

Adam falls asleep with a tiny, almost invisible smile.


Important notes about the thing:
1) I feel like we, as a fandom do not do enough with the fact that Holster is canonically the most giant grump on the face of the Earth. (Except for maybe Jack, but that argument was never resolved to my satisfaction)
2) No, this has no plot. I didn’t even try, tbh.
3) This could kind of take place in the nebulous future where they live together and somehow got together and Ransom still refers to himself as a medical professional (whether or not he is one)
3) I had more things to say before I got home. I may remember them later and add them in.

Nicholas: Nice work.

Jack, without thinking: Good. Thanks, Dad.

[An extended pause.]

Jack: Why is everyone staring at me.

Merida: You just called North, Dad. You said “Thanks Dad”.

Jack: What? No I didn’t, I said “Thanks Man”.

Nicholas: Do you see me as a father figure, Frost?

Jack, flustered: No! If anything I see you as a bother figure!

Hiccup: Hey! Show your father some respect!

Jack, still flustered: I didn’t call him Dad!

Nicholas: No, no no no no, Jack, I take it as a compliment.

Rapunzel: It’s not a big deal! I called Flynn “Dad” once, and he’s my fiancé.

Jack: Guys! Jump on that! Rapunzel has psycho-sexual issues!

Merida: Old news! But you calling North “Daddy”?

Jack: Hey. “Daddy” is not on the table here.

Pitch: But… You did call him “Dad”, dude. 

Jack: You shut up. You’ve done nothing but lie since you got here.

Pitch: Alright, alright. I was lying about the hold up. But the Dad thing? That happened.

Jack, loudly: Aha!

Nicholas: I believe you…

Jack: Thank you.

Nicholas: …Son.

Jack: *Sighs*

Nicholas: You want to talk about it later over a… Game of catch?

Jack, quietly, with his voice cracking: I’d like that.

The One With The Basketball Game - Daniel Seavey Imagine

Requested: Not really (I’ll explain in the A/N)

Summary: When Daniel ignores you for an entire day at school, you resort to sitting next to Jack at the basketball game and this angers Daniel.

Word count: 2381 (Omg I don’t know how it got this long lol)

A/N: Okay, so this imagine is actually a dream that Ava (@avanunez13) had. I offered to write it for her bc its the best thing ever! Thanks Ava for letting me write this for you, I had so much fun! I hope I did your dream the justice it deserves! Also guys, I’m so sorry for being inactive for a little while, I’m in my last couple of months of my final year in high school so its pretty hectic for me right now. I hope you guys can forgive me! Xx

You maneuvered your way through crowds of students in the school hall as you tried to find Daniel and Jack. You were fairly short so it was hard for you to see where they were when students were blocking your view from every angle. After minutes of scanning the crowded hall, you gave up on trying to find them before class and went to your locker to grab your books out instead.

You zigzagged through the maze of students to your locker and placed your code in to unlock it. Not a moment later you heard Jack call out your name from across the hall, the volume of it making you jump instantly. He made his way over to your locker, gracing you with the breathtaking smile he wore very rarely, and leaned against the locker next to yours.

“Hey, Y/N! You excited for the game after school?” He asked eagerly. You knew how much of a basketball fanatic he was, he literally never stopped talking about it. Being his best friend for three years meant that you knew the names of just about every player in the NBA league.

Grinning, you nodded your head. You’d been looking forward to this game for almost the entire week now and you couldn’t wait for school to finish. Plus, it was another excuse to spend some more time with Daniel. This year Daniel had become a part of your friendship group and one of your closest friends, having nearly every class with him meant that you spent most of your day together, but lately you found yourself wondering if you felt something more for him. If you weren’t daydreaming about him in the class one class that you didn’t have with him, you were spending every waking second in his presence. Everything he said or did seemed to be so perfect. He was so perfect. 

“I’m so pumped for the game,” You responded excitedly, slamming your locker shut. You leant against your locker and sighed, school was probably going to drag on today.

“We better get there early this time because I want front row seats! You and Daniel better not be late today,” Jack reminded, raising an eyebrow at you. You and Daniel were always late to these kinds of events. 

“I don’t want front row seats! I almost got hit in the head last time we sat there, remember?!” You groaned, thinking back to last year’s basketball game when the ball went flying towards you and missed you by only a centimetre. 

Jack doubles up in laughter at the recalled memory. “Because you’re supposed to catch it if it comes your way, or at least duck!”

“Shut up!” You laugh, smiling at the memory you two shared. It may have been traumatic for you but it was a good story to tell.

You turned your head and scanned around mindlessly, the trace of a smile still on your lips. Your eyes landed on Daniel, who was standing not so far away, already staring at you and Jack with an unreadable expression on his face. Before you even had the chance to call him over, Daniel stormed off, leaving you utterly confused. Jack, still consumed by laughter, didn’t notice Daniel’s weird behaviour.

You decided he might’ve had a bad morning or something and brushed it off, you’d see him in class anyway. You and Jack talked for a bit longer until the bell rang for the start of the day, ending your small catch up session. You parted, exchanging quick smiles and goodbyes, before you headed to class.

Entering the class, your eyes skimmed over to your usual spot at the back of the room, expecting to see Daniel sitting there. The two of you sat next to each other in every class you had together, you were basically attached at the hip. Instead, your eyes found the seat next to yours empty and Daniel sitting close to the front with another girl. Why was he sitting there? What was his problem today?

You tried not to let your mixed feelings show as you passed the two of them and sat down at your table in the back. You were so confused by his sudden behaviour and even more hurt that he’d chosen to avoid you for some reason. You wouldn’t admit it but jealousy boiled at the pit of your stomach, simmering at the surface of your heart. What had you done to deserve this?

The lessons went by excruciatingly slowly without Daniel there to entertain you. He refused to sit next to you in the rest of your classes that day, moving to sit next to someone else each time. He avoided you at lunch, choosing to share a table with another group. Your group, including Jack, must’ve seen how upset you were as they chose not to bring attention to the empty chair next to you. You’d had trouble keeping the tears at bay for the entire day and it felt like there was a constant lump in your throat. By the last bell rang, ending the school day, you were just about ready to cry.

You had no idea what you did to deserve this treatment from Daniel and it was eating away at you, constantly lurking in the back of your mind. You needed answers. You followed the rest of the students out of the class and searched for Daniel in the crowd. His tall figure stood out from every one else, catching your attention. You jogged a little to catch up to Daniel, dodging people in your way.

“Daniel!” You called out to him.

He looked behind him in search of the voice that called him. His eyes landed you and the moment you looked into them, you felt a sting to the heart. He rolled his eyes at you and quickened his pace, another shot to the heart. The tears were now threatening to spill but you were not going to let him get away this time, you needed to know why he was acting this way.

You quickened your pace too, in order to keep up with him. “Daniel, what’s your problem? Have I done something wrong?” You managed to choke out.

“Can you just leave me alone, Y/N? Why don’t you go bother Jack instead, okay?” He snapped at you.  

His words felt like a kick to the stomach, knocking the breath out of you as you stopped in your tracks. You stood there in the middle of the hall, completely flabbergasted by the turn of events. Why was he being like this? 

Your heart urged for the tears to spill but you refused to shed them. You hated people seeing you cry. You swallowed the giant lump in your throat and turned around the other way, keeping your head down so no one could see your glossy eyes. You broke out in a run, trying to find the nearest bathroom before you completely broke down. Through blurry eyes, you found one, pushing the door open and shuffling to into a stall. Locking the door behind you, you sat down on the toilet seat, where you could finally let everything out that you’ve been holding in all day.

Silent tears streamed down your face as you stared at the dull blue stall door in front of you. The fact that you had no idea as to why Daniel was being so cruel to you drove you absolutely insane. You were never going to forgive him for this. You were done with whatever friendship you had with him, whatever feelings you held for him.

You grabbed phone out of your pocket, ready to delete him off of your contacts, when you noticed the time. You were already twenty minutes late to the game! All this time spent whining over Daniel made you forget about the game. Jack was going to kill you.

You wiped your tear-stained face with the sleeve of your jumper and headed out of the stall. Thankfully, no one was in the bathroom as you splashed some water on your face to freshen up. Hopefully no one notices that you’ve just been crying for the last half hour.

You quickly made your way to the gym where you saw the game had already begun and was in full swing. You walked over to the bleachers with your head down and tried looking for Jack. He was sitting in one of the last rows, looking at the game intently, an empty seat next to him that was saved for you. 

You were just about to head up to sit next to him when you noticed Daniel sitting a few rows away from him. He had an empty spot next to him too. For a moment you were tempted to go and sit there, and demand answers from him. You wanted to resolve this so badly but you had spent way too long fawning over him and you were not going to put in anymore effort. If he wanted to talk to you again, he’d have to apologise.

You made your way up to sit next to Jack, earning another dirty glare from Daniel as you went past. This time, it hurt less. You plonked down next to Jack and sighed, fixing your gaze onto the court.

“Where have you been, Y/N?! I was waiting for like fifteen minutes at the doors! So thanks to you, we’re now sitting in the second last row!” Jack huffed, turning to you. He glanced at you for a moment, not taking long to realise that you’ve been crying. “Hey, what’s wrong?” He said softly.

You moved your gaze onto Jack and you instantly regretted it. The worry in his eyes made you want to cry all over again. “I-I… Daniel… He…” Was all you could get out before your voice cracked.

Jack placed his arm around you and pulled you into a side hug. You rested your head on his shoulder in comfort. At least you had Jack in your life to be there for you. You didn’t know what you’d do without him.

Out of the corner of your eye you noticed Daniel staring at the two of you in disgust. Jack must’ve seen it too because he whispered in your ear, “Forget him.”

You’d be lying if you said you were paying attention to the basketball game, because the truth was that you were obsessing over Daniel. No matter how many times you told yourself to let it go, to move on, your mind kept slipping into the dream that is Daniel. By the time the game ended, all you wanted to do was go home and sleep your misery away. You bid Jack goodbye and decided to walk home for a change.

You weren’t even a hundred metres from the school when an arm grabbed you and pulled you behind a tree. You let out a high-pitched scream as your heart beat out of your chest, only to find out your supposed ‘kidnapper’ was actually Daniel.You snatched your arm from his grip, completely appalled by the nerve he had to even breath the same air as you right now. You were absolutely livid.

“Leave me alone, Daniel! I really don’t feel like talking to you!” You sneered. 

“I messed up.” Daniel ran a hand through his hair and sighed.

“Yeah, you did,” You scoffed. “That’s why you need to leave me alone.”

“Just hear me out, please,” Daniel begged you with pleading eyes. 

You could not believe the nerve he had right now. After all this time spent thinking about why he was treating you so badly today, you weren’t even sure if you wanted to know the answer after all. He had hurt you countless times throughout the day and reliving those moments again didn’t seem that appealing.

“Do you know how it felt to have one of my best friends treat me like complete crap and having no idea why they were doing it?! It hurt, okay?! It hurt, Daniel!” You cried out, the tears making their return. 

“I know, I know… I-I’m sorry,” He muttered, clearly ashamed by his actions. “I don’t know what got into me today.”

“What, so that’s supposed to make up for your behaviour towards me? Daniel, ‘not knowing what got into you’ doesn’t cut it.”

“I just… I don’t know how to put it into words…”

You could tell he wanted to saw something but was struggling to get it out. You felt your chest tighten at the sight of him absolutely speechless, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to do anything to break the awkward silence. 

“I just-I just hated it, you know?” He finally managed to get out.

“You hated what?” You furrowed your brows. Daniel’s broken riddles were starting to irritate you to say the least, and all you wanted to do was just go home and forget this day ever happened.

“Seeing you and him,” He huffed, shoving his slender hands into his pockets.

You gave Daniel a confused look, urging him to explain himself.

“I hate seeing you and Jack. I hate how he makes you happy and how you’re always laughing around him. I hate it. I want to be the one to make you smile in that way and to make you cry from laughter. I want that to be me.” His words seemed rushed and unplanned but heavy with meaning all the same.

Your mouth formed an ‘o’ shape as you came to the realisation that he was jealous of Jack. You felt the butterflies kicking in and a knot form in your stomach. Was Daniel implying that he liked you?

You didn’t have to wait long to find out as Daniel pushed his lips onto yours, connecting the two of you in a way that you’d only been able to dream of until now. Chest against chest and arms wrapped around each other, you shared a long-awaited kiss. All those times thinking about this moment didn’t compare to the euphoric feeling you got when he moulded his lips against yours. He was your missing puzzle piece.

You two finally broke away, smiling to yourselves as you struggled to regain your breathes. Daniel looked down at you and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, as if unsure if you were real or not.

“Do you know how long I’ve been waiting to do that?” He laughed.

Video Greetings (Cal Request)

You had no idea what you were about to watch. This was just a link on a tweet with a specific time to skip to in whatever video this would be. Usually, you ignored these. They were stupid videos that you had no real interest in watching. But the excitement from everyone replying to this certain person’s tweet made you curious to click.
As the video began, you found that it was a guy you knew as JJ from general YouTube meetings but the other two were unknown to you. Soon, you could name them as Callux and Calfreezy. The video was smash or pass which you had seen going round on YouTube quite a bit recently. Part of you, because of their easy comedy and outgoing personalities, made you want to watch the whole video. So, curled up in bed with a laptop on your lap, you decided to watch.
But, as you reached roughly halfway through the video, you found that your name was mentioned.
“Bro, funniest female YouTuber hands down” Lux, as they called him, said instantly.
“Oh for sure” JJ responds, “And I’ve met her a couple times and she’s proper nice”
“Definite smash” Cal, who you had to admit was quite cute, says, “She’s basically wife material”
“Oh shit” JJ chuckles, “Cal’s got a crush”
“Wait she’s going to that event on Monday” Lux reminds him.
Today was Monday. The event was a ton of YouTubers meeting and essentially having a party in the night after usually meeting some fans beforehand and having a big YouTube meal full of themed food.
“Well, she’s gonna get linked this video” JJ grins to the camera.
“Fucks sake” Cal grumbles, a hint of red washing his pale cheeks.
You find yourself smiling at the tall dirty-blonde haired boy and suddenly feel a sense of nerves creeping in for later. You would be leaving in 2 hours. It started at 7 and you’d sort of spent the majority of your day already editing and watching videos in bed. Time to get prepared.
A shower, a change of clothes and a small amount of makeup for photos later… You were ready to go with an Uber waiting for you outside. Just be yourself. If you met him, he’d be the nervous one. If you didn’t, you’d meet one day…
The venue was already fairly busy and you were lucky enough to bump into some of your fans outside before going in.
“Aww I love your top!” You smile to one of the waiting girls wearing some of your merch.
“Thank you so much” She grins, overwhelmed tears in her eyes.
“Aww no don’t cry!” You chuckle, engulfing her in a hug, “You’ll ruin your mascara”
She laughs and holds out her phone for you to take a few photos with her.
“I’m so sorry, I’m gonna have to go but thank you so much for coming” You nod, giving her a final hug before waving goodbye and being led inside by your manager.
You recognized some people here already and were instantly welcomed by Joe, Jack and Josh.
“Hey guys” You greet them, giving them a welcoming hug.
“Well, looks like you’re the talk of the town at the minute” Jack laughs.
“Oh shut up Mr 1 million subscribers, congratulations” You grin, giving him a big hug.
“Come on, did you watch JJ’s video?” Josh raises his brows.
“Oh god” You laugh.
“Hands down, married by next year” Joe states and you hit his arm jokingly.
You roll your eyes and continue talking to them for a while before you’re all called to your seats.
Being a YouTube event, nobody’s really put into places so you sit with the boys and are soon joined by the rest of them- Oli, Caspar, Conor and Mikey.
From the corner of your eye you notice the sidemen boys who you had always been friends with. They were the loudest as usual and amongst them sat Cal, Lux and Sarah. A blush crept onto your cheeks.
“(Y/n)?” Oli raises his brows, “Do you want a drink?”
“Yeah, sure thank you,” You shake from your daze.
“Like I said, married by next year” Joe mutters from beside you.
~~~Time Skip~~~
The party was already in full swing by the time you walked in after having to take a call.
You walked through the crowds of people until you bumped into JJ and his friend.
“Hey (y/n)” JJ grins, giving you a hug, “How are you?”
“I’m good thank you” You smile, “What about you?”
“Yeah I’m great” He nods, “Oh shit right, (y/n) this is Simon, Simon this is (y/n)”
“Yeah I’ve watched some of your stuff, you’re really good”
“Ahh well thank you so much” You reply to the tall boy, shaking his hand in greeting.
“To be honest, I think I know enough about you already” Simon laughs before noticing your confused face, “Cal talks about you all the time”
You roll your eyes at him and try to avoid the topic.
“Come on, I need to introduce you guys” JJ urges.
“No fuck off” You shake your head.
“At least come over and say hello to the rest of the boys” Simon suggests.
You think about it for a moment before following behind the guys to where the rest of the sidemen were all sat in a booth.
“Ayy its Mrs Freezy” The bearded one of the group laughs.
“No no no Josh” The one you had met before and knew as Vik shakes his head, “Its Mrs Airey”
“Talk of the devil” Simon grins, turning you around to face Cal.
“Hi” He mumbles, not clearly audible over the loud noise.
“We’ll leave you to it” JJ comments, clasping your shoulder before heading off with all of the reluctant boys.
“Good to finally meet you” You say. What a stupid statement. You’d only known who he was since this morning.
“Yeah you too” He nods, “Sorry about the video” He mentions, scratching the back of his neck.
“I don’t see why its due an apology” You respond, “I saw it as a compliment”
“Oh, okay” He chuckles, “So, how about a drink?”
“Sure” You smile, “I can get them”
“No don’t be ridiculous” Cal shakes his head, “I think I owe it to you after causing all of this hype on your Twitter and everything”
“My Twitter?” You frown, having not checked much social media after you watched the video. You’d assumed the boys were only talking about the video.
“Looks like I have a lot of explaining to do” He smiles sheepishly.

Reunited - Two

A/N: This is a Jensen x Reader series. I’m choosing to call it an AU, because there will be a few inconsistencies here. For the sake of this fic, Jensen is single and he grew up in Austin. Thank you to my awesome beta @thorne93, and also to @melonshino for letting me test the story out on her, You guys all rock…

Characters: Reader, Jensen, Readers mom.

Warnings: Alcohol, Language, awkward situation.  

Wordcount: 2210

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Originally posted by frozen-delight

“So, Jensen, how have you been? I see that life in Hollywood has treated you well,” your mom questioned as you pulled the salad out of the fridge and put it on the table.

“Hollywood is great, but you know me, I’m a Texas boy,” Jensen answered.

You were about to get some glasses for the lemonade when your mother asked Jensen if there was a special someone in his life, and you decided that if you were gonna get through this lunch you would need something stronger than lemonade. You pulled out three wine glasses and got a bottle of white wine from the fridge.

“A little early for wine don’t you think?” your mom asked, sending you a stern look.

“Special occasion, right?” you responded, putting the bottle on the table. “I have lemonade if you prefer that.”

Your mom rolled her eyes at you when you filled your glass almost to the rim as you joined them at the table. You tried your best to ignore the both of them, eating and drinking as the two of them chatted.

Jensen told you about this show he was working on, Supernatural, and that they had just been picked up for a fourth season. You had heard about the show, Rose was a huge fan, but you had avoided everything that had Jensen in it, and after about two year’s, Rose had stopped nagging you to watch it. It was one thing to break up with someone, but when that someone suddenly showed up everywhere, on TV, in magazines and all over the internet, it was much harder to get over them. Every time you saw his stupidly handsome face you were reminded of the heartbreak, so you had decided to try and avoid him altogether. Bang up job there (YN). You zoned out, poking at your food as your mind started playing the memories from way back when. It wasn’t until your name came up that you snapped back to the present.

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Tama Tonga NSFW Alphabet

Originally posted by frentique

Because he’s a shithead. I still love him though

This was inspired by @roman-reigns-princess and @running-ropes (I can’t seem to tag that blog though)

Tag List: 

@sammiielli @geektastic1100 @fuckyeahtamatonga @theelitevillian @wwesavedme @dorkyvillain @imaginarydreamz @imnobodiesbitch @kazuchika @spot-of-bother  @edgeoffire @tvrnbvckle @wrasslesmut @wwesmutdonedirtcheap @wwesmutandstuff @lavitabella87 @sailoralderaan @lexis-the-stick-figure @leakees @leelakoiwolff @balorsomega @baleesi @balthazarstardis @spine-buster @nahmooste

A: (Aftercare - what they’re like after sex)

He’s a total cuddlebug. After he’s got a chance to come down from the high a bit, he’ll (gently, of course), pull out then go get a washcloth to wipe you off then make sure you’re okay (he’ll do so by asking repeatedly if you’re alright.) He’ll also wrap his arms around you and pull you close so you can rest your head on his chest. Some nights, though, he’ll probably fall asleep right after.

B: (Body Part - their favorite part and their favorite part on their partner’s body)

He actually loves his entire body. Man doesn’t spend 5 days a week in the gym for nothing. His favorite part on you is your legs. You might hate them but he loves them, especially when they’re wrapped around his waist in bed.

C: (Cum)

He loves seeing his cum on you, especially on your tits and stomach. He also loves to cum inside you (only if you let him - the rest of the time, he’ll wear a condom (safety first, kiddos!)) He really, really likes seeing your cum on his fingers and if he gets you really excited, it gets in his beard - that drives him crazy in the best way.

D: (Dirty Little Secret)

He would never admit this out loud and if you tell anyone, he’ll be pissed, but he would totally be down for a three way between you, him, and Finn. Hell, he’d probably get off watching Finn fuck you.

E: (Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

This wild Tongan is definitely experienced. Remember when he first got to Japan and was pretty much partying all night, every night? He wasn’t just drinking and having a good time with Karl and the Good Brothers of the Club, if you know what I mean. 

F: (Favorite Position)

He looooveeesss doggy style. Mostly so he can smack your ass and pull your hair while he’s fucking you from behind. He also loves you on top so he can grip your waist as you ride him.

G: (Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc))

He’s kinda silly at times - I mean, have you seen his comedy matches? He’ll have your sides splitting with laughter at times. Other times, he’s rough and dominant but he’ll always make sure you get off first.

H: (Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.))

His hair may be a bit wild and fluffy when it’s dry (hey, curly hair is a bitch at times - I speak from experience) and he keeps his beard trimmed. He also shaves everything else.

I:  Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

There are some nights when all he wants to do is “take it slow just as fast as he can” (thank you, Sam Hunt for that lyric) and he’s very romantic and intimate with you. Other nights, he’s ready to rumble and that means being a little rough and dominant with you, so don’t wear anything you’re gonna have to replace later.

J: Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He’s the type that will jack off if he absolutely has to (meaning if you’re not around or can’t answer the phone when he’s in Japan), but most of the time he’s fine if he doesn’t do it.

K:  Kink (One or more of their kinks)

As mentioned earlier, he would be down for a three way but won’t act on it. But he does love seeing you tied to his bed with a blindfold on. Definitely is into spanking, especially if you decide to be a brat in bed. If you tell him yes, he’ll also choke you a little - not enough to make it unbearable, but enough to make it good. He’s also the type that will edge you while in public; just enough so that you’re raring to go as soon you get some alone time.

L:  Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Heh heh. He loves fucking you in his bed but his favorite place to do it is in the living room - the danger of someone walking in at any moment is enough to turn him on. He, and don’t tell his brother this, actually fucked you in his brother’s bed once and he giggles like a maniac sometimes when he thinks about it.

M:  Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

You, basically. He loves seeing you in anything, everything and nothing. When you’re at the gym and you’ve got those black yoga pants on, when you’ve got a little red dress on for a night out, that yellow polka dot bikini at the beach, just his tshirt (that’s his absolute favorite thing to see you in, especially when you’re wearing absolutely nothing underneath), and of course, when you’re naked in his bed.

N: NO  (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He’s not going to be overly rough with you and certainly won’t degrade you in any manner - his mother (and pretty much his entire family) would kill him; so he won’t leave any bruises and stuff on you - quite a few hickeys though if the mood strikes.

O:  Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He loves receiving, but he really, really, really likes giving. It’s like his third favorite thing to do to you in bed. He’s super skilled at it, as well - all that time in Japan has certainly taught him a few things.

P:  Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Both. He’s into the slow and sensual route some nights, and definitely up for a rough and tumble session.

Q:  Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He is down for a quickie or two. There was that one time in the locker room in Japan when he was supposed to be painting his face - his brother couldn’t look either of you in the eye for like three weeks after that.

R:  Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Again, the quickie in his locker room that one time. Most of the time, if he’s feeling particularly devious (he’s not named the Bad Boy for nothing, after all), he’ll get you going in public and then when you two are alone, all bets are off.

S:  Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Boy, oh boy, does Tama have stamina. He can definitely go quite a few rounds and during his cool down periods, his time is spent with either his head between your legs or his fingers between them while he’s making out with you.

T:  Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t own any for himself but he does have quite a few for when you come over. He likes using them on you, particularly a nice little vibrator when you’re tied up in his bed. Most of the time, he prefers using his hands and mouth on you.

U:  Unfair (how much they like to tease)

This motherfucker is a total fucking tease at times. When you two are on a date, he can’t help himself. He’ll slip his hand under your dress and tease you til you’re wet. When you’re just hanging out with his friends, he loves having you sit on his lap so he can grind against your ass a bit. When you’re in bed, he’ll tease you relentlessly til you’re begging for it.

V:  Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’s got a dirty mouth and when he’s getting close to climaxing, he’ll for sure let out a string of “fuck’s.” Most of the time, though, he’s talking dirty and telling you how beautiful you are. On the slow nights, he’ll ask if you’re alright a lot.

W:  Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He loves waking up next to you in the mornings. The feel of you in his arms makes him feel a little tingly inside. He also adores taking you out dancing or watching you do anything - he’s a total sucker for you.

X:  X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

If those tight pants or those Sleefs he wore last year for G1 don’t tell you anything, idk then, bub. He’s a pretty good size - not too big and not too small, definitely not average though.

Y:  Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Boy got a sex drive like no other. When he gets home from Japan, he is allllll over you for days at a time. He’s got a decent cool down period, but once that time is up, he’s ready to go.

Z:  ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He tries to wait until you fall asleep before doing so himself, but if he’s just home from Japan, he’ll probably pass out right after. Same if he’s in the rough and tumble mode.

More to the story J.A

Pairing: Jack Avery x reader

Warnings: Bullying, swearing, violence (to do with bullying), mention  let me know if you see any others

Based off a cry not to cry video i saw a while ago.

Summary: He gets partnered with the girl who is coated with rumors and bullied. He thought he knew netter than to fall for her but we all know these one to the story than watch we choose to see.

The whispering thought she couldn’t hear them. But she could. The eyes thought she couldn’t feel them as they burned holes into the back of her as she walked. But she could. The words thought they hurt her as they carried along the waves to her. But they didn’t. She knew better. She knew she did the right thing. Even if they didn’t know the full story. She made sure to protect him. She’d rather they talked about her than him. He didn’t deserve it. So she kept his secret. She took the shit. The bullying. The abuse. And never once did she tell. But he found out. He learnt her secret. And she was scared. What is he going to do to her little boy?



 "Like every boy has seen her naked"

“I heard she slept around a lot when she was younger”

“She’s a fucking hoe, of course I wouldn’t near her”

“I’d tap that, I bet she’d fuck anyone”

The words hurt but she was used to it now. She didn’t have much longer before she graduated, so she held on, ignoring the abuse people gave her. She headed to her science class, it wasn’t long until she could go home to her boy, her world.

“Y/n” Your professor called as you took a seat. He had just finished going through the register.

“Here” You called taking a seat at the back of the class away from prying eye. But that didn’t stop them prying.

“Alright class, today we’re going to be working in pairs” The class instantly began eyeing up their friends, your grunted knowing you were going to be alone again. No one wanted to work with a skank. “No, you do not get to choose your partner, I am going to be pairing you” This caught your breath, No! you’d rather work on your own, everyone judges you, you’d rather then judged you from a distance. Your professor began calling names pairing them up with people when finally.

“Mr Avery” He called looking at the curly haired boy. “You’ll be working with miss y/l/n” To say you were scared was an understatement. He was one of the most popular boys in the school, although he never acted it. He got up from his seat, carrying his things with him and sitting besides you. You waited for the comment. And waited…. and waited….


Where was the abuse? Did he not know? Why hadn’t he said anything? Was he planning something? Your mind raced, sickening you. Say something you screamed. Only it was in your head.

“I’m Jack” He finally spoke turning to face you. A smile placed upon his lips as he spoke. But still no abuse.

“I’m… I’m y/n” You replied wary. Your attention brought back to your professor when he began to explain the project.

“Your job is to work with your partner to build something that demonstrates the transfer of electrons" He explained. “You will have to work together otherwise you will NOT pass” He added. I glanced to the boy, who i now know as Jack, he gave me a warm smile.

“So how are we going to do this?” He asked. He was so sweet to you, it made you a little nervous. You kept expecting some form of abuse from him, to be hit on in some creepy way or something. But it never came. It only made you more anxious. “Do you want to meet at a library? My house is a little busy and loud” He explained. I closed my eyes, taking in a deep breath before opening them.

“Could… could… you… eh” I paused, he was so sweet, i didn’t want to tell him, but i had to, he probably already knew. “Could we do it, the project, at mine?” You finally blurted out.

“Sure” He smiled. If only he knew.

A few days later.

“Shhhh” You were so stressed, he had fallen ill and you had Jack coming over for the first time to work on the project. Your mother was always working and refused to take in the baby. She knew you had. She supported you even though she disagreed. He was in such distress it broke your heart. That when the door rung signalling that Jack was here. You put him down heading to the door.

“Hey” Jack smiled only his smile vanished when he heard the distressed cries of your little boy. Concern laced his beautiful features as he saw the state of you.

“Hey” You smiled weakly, stepping aside for him to come in. “please mind the mess, I’ve just been so busy-”

“It’s fine, honestly, is there anything i can do to help?” He asked as he entered.

“Unless your good with children or want to clean” You joked as you rushed towards your distressed little boy. “Aw babes” You picked up the crying baby, embracing him tightly as you bounced him in your arms trying to calm him down. Jack could see how stressed you were. It broke his heart.

“Hey, give him here” He offered holding his arms out. You gladly let him take him. It didn’t take him long before he was sound asleep in Jack’s arms.

“Thank you” You whispered as you run a hand frustratedly through your already messy hair. “He hasn’t stopped” You added.

“How old is he?” He asked quietly.

“Three tomorrow” You replied.

“Your brother is cute” He smiled. Your heart shattered. If he only knew.

“He’s not my brother” You explained hardly loud enough to hear.

“Oh” Was all he replied. You waited for the vile comments, the harsh words. “How old where you when you had him?” He asked. Your eyes fluttered open.

“I- I was 15” A tear slipped from your eyes.

“Y/n, can i ask for the truth?” You looked at him confused. He still held your little boy sweetly in his arms.

“I found him” You whispered. “He was abandoned. My mother didn’t- couldn’t have him” You corrected “She’s always so busy with work, that i- i took him in.” You explained. You wiped the tears from your eyes as you looked at him sleeping in Jack’s arms. “I’ve never told anyone. I’ve let them assume”

“Why?” He asked confused.

“I’d rather them talk about me than him”

“That’s really brave of you” He smiled softly as he rocked the sleeping child in his arms. “He’s a beautiful baby by the way” He added grinning wildly at the sleeping baby cuddled to his chest.

“Thank you” You whispered.


“Being understanding. So many people give me hell, it’s been so difficult managing school work, home life and little Leo” You smiled beginning to clean up the room.

“It’s called being a decent human being. Everyone has their own story” He smiled, placing Leo onto the settee making sure to put cushions besides him so he wouldn’t fall off. He placed the blanket and began to help you clean up.

“You don’t have to help, I’ll stop now to work on the project” You tried to argue

“Fuck the project” He whispered “You need some rest, i can do the project myself. So how about I help you clean up and you can take a nap while Leo sleeps. I’ll brain storm ideas and get together a plan”


“Y/n, please” He pleaded sweetly.

“Thank you”

But he’s all mine and I’ll love him - Older!DAMIAN WAYNE X READER

Can you do prompts 6 and 11 with Damian, please? Also I’m really excited for upcoming work! Good luck :)
- 6. “Are you even happy?”
- 11. “Am I even enough?”

hey hey i love your wally piece and i was wondering if you could do 23 with either dick or damian? thanks!
- 23. “We’re not Rose and Jack, we’re more like fucking Sid and fucking Nancy”

I think I took too deep this one, might be the saddest thing on earth


The team had comeback from a mission that left Y/N, Raven and Aqualad protecting the tower while Robin, Beast Boy, Starfire and Kid Flash left for a three months undercover mission. Y/N is the team’s hacker and watcher, taking control over the fights from the outside while both of them kept the city safe. But again, the three of them never were too much of talking so now with the room crowded again with a welcome reunion after months in silence it was difficult.
She didn’t know many details about the undercover, but Wally said it was one of the roughest they ever had been. Being someone else for months was dangerous enough to change the real person from the inside. Though he seemed okay, she saw Kori flinch a bit when they jumped to hug her and Beast was definitly faking his smile as he was surrounded by his friends. And of course, there was Damian.

Y/N felt her heart stop for a minute as he walks in the room with his bag. The tall boy is tired and more pale than she remembered. He doesn’t even glance a look at her direction, he just walks straight to the elevator going to his room. Y/N feels the pity look of her friends over her and a hand over her shoulder
“Don’t be mad with him… I guess he and Kory had the most intense part.”

Two days has gone by and Damian hasn’t left his room. She tries to see him over the security camera in his room but he had put a ‘DON’T DISTURB’ stick over it. She hears every now and then one of her teamates knocking on his door and placing the food there. Mostly of the times she passed through the hall and the food was still there after hours.
Y/N thinks about how many times she thought about knocking there to check on him, or just using her spare key and holding him without telling nothing. But she knew Damian better and he would be gone of the room before she was in the middle of the hallway. So she decides to talk to Kory who was still a bit off from herself, but was open to talk about it.

“You don’t have to if it’s…”
“It’s okay Y/N…” The orange woman gives a warm smile to her “I need to snap out of it”
Starfire, the woman who Y/N admired for her entire life, was now in front of her looking so fragile like a human being.
“We got separated before we landed. It would seem to suspicious if 5 people showed up in the city at the same day. We’re suposed to look for this man, Hugo. He controlled H.I.V.E after Grant Wilson’s death. But we wanted to get to know everyone around him and all his tatics before we could come up with something over them, I mean, H.I.V.E hasn’t moved in years so why start while we are away?” she sighes adjusting her posture “We used this mission also to test our undercover watch, it made us look like someone else. So Wally and Beast went to downtown and me and Damian to near the docks where we believed it would be the criminal’s spot. We found a few suspects on our first week, but you know how man are… They don’t trust you unless they have something in return.” Kori looked to her hands “They locked me and when I woke up, I saw myself again as a slave.” her voice is rough, Y/N wanted to hug her but she knew there wasn’t nobody like Y/N who could listen to her for this time. It’s a difficult thing to tell the others and if she ever mentioned to Grayson… God there wouldn’t be a a living soul in that city “I menaged to keep myself strong knowing that if anyone crossed a line with me I could burn that place down, but I coudn’t help but think about the other girls you know? I know there is so much pain in this world, I just never thought I would see right in front of me and not being able to do anything for months you know?”
Y/N’s heart was broken. She rushs to hug her friend
“Kori, you’re amazing. Every single day that you’re here it’s the day I am proud of you. After everything you’ve been through I look at you and see the most strong woman I know. We can’t save everyone from this, but you did the best you could”
The oldest gives a corner smile to the girl “Well, I did break everyone’s legs on our last day. Sent that girls back home and I feel good. I really do. But I need time”
“Of course…” you grin letting her go from your embrace
“About Damian… He was in South from where I was. From what I heard he was the biggest dealer from there, building his way up. Look Y/N, I don’t know what he did… But it broke him. He didn’t said a word the entire way over.”
You nodded to her finally knowing what to do.

Y/N opens the door seeing her long-term boyfriend sleeping. She walks over him carefully sitting across from bed messing his hair. The green eyes wide open in shock grabbing her hand roughly and she gaps
“Hey, birdboy. It’s me…” she whispers trying to calm him down. Damian finally has a clear vision of her and sits straight in the bed
“What time is it?” shaking his head and rubbing his eyes
“Late. I’m sorry I had to see you”
“Yeah. Sorry I…”
“No need” she smiles looking at his face. His eyes were not meeting hers by any point and she notices some new scars over his body. “You need some time” He finally looks at her, but his eyes are different. They have this guilt, angry and arrogance that she never saw before. At least not to her.
Damian grunts “Time?” he leaves the bed letting her sit alone. She follows him with her eyes and he goes to the bottle of whiskey that now is part of his room. This wasn’t there the last time she visited him, she thought. She also never saw Damian as a drinking type like Jason or Bruce. He puts over a glass to him turning his back to her “Time is what no one have.”
“I talked to Kori…” the girl’s voice is a little louder now to make sure he was listening “She is taking hers and I suggest you do the same”
“I am fine, Beloved.” he turns to her with the glass on his hand. The nickname he used to call her now don’t seem that familiar “Do you think some low key idiots would be able to break me?” he makes his way to her. Y/N feels deep in her core a mix of new feelings inside of her. She was scared for whatever was taking over him but at the same time, the way he looks at her was so much more intense than he ever did. It was like a hungry animal and she was his prey.
Pulling her up by her wrists that would definetly leave some marks, he kisses her hard gripping her by the hips. His breath is heavy during the kiss taking over her and his touch is more aggressive. He pushes Y/N to the bed again ripping her blouse apart leaving bites all over her body
“Damian… Wait I didn’t came… Oh god” she tries to protest but he kiss that sweet spot over her neck while his fingers where now working under her panties before she could protest. She missed him, it’s been too long. So she just let go for this time only, she could talk to him later.

Weeks goes by and Damian becomes more and more possesive over her. They barely leave the room and when they eventually do, Damian is gone for hours before return and drag Y/N to another night where they kept going until morning. Now after starring the ceiling while Damian is asleep on her arms for a few hours, she stands up putting her boyfriend’s sweater to cover her bruises (she didn’t had the exactly time to heal) but she didn’t mind. Y/N loved that man since she was 14 and now, six years later, she feels like she needed him more than food or air.
Stepping out carefully in the kitchen, she gasps when she notices Kori in the kitchen staring at her
“Jesus Koriand'r!” Y/N closes her eyes putting her hands on her chest “You scared me!”
“You look like a dead corpse.” Oh yes, the Tamaran’s ability to tell you the hard truth. Y/N doesn’t seem impress though, ignoring her and going to the fridge. As she bends over to grab something, Kori’s eyes wide over the purple and red marks on her tights. She rushes to the youngest desperate grabbing her by the shoulders “Y/N for your’s sake look at you!”
“What’s wrong with you” Y/N pushes her off the embrace
“What… What he’s doing to you…”
“Don’t you dare imply that! What I do it’s none of your business”
“How can it not? You’re my best friend” the red head looks at her almost tearing up “He’s sick, Y/N! He’s not Damian anymore and you’re just feeding on him”
“I’m doing that because I love him. I’m giving him time to tell me whatever happened”
“Time? I barely see you and in weeks you look more skinny and pale than ever before.” Y/N looks to her feet on that. She was right.
Y/N had see herself in the mirror yesterday and honestly she couldn’t recognize herself anymore. Her deep green hair is now a pale and dehydrated, her lips cut from all the love bites and her eyes so deep dark that looked like two black holes.
“I know you love him and you think you’re doing the right thing for whatever is you two are doing but… Are you even happy?
The question hits Y/N more surprisingly than she expected.

Entering in the room Y/N sees Damian Wayne laying on the bed with his glass off whisky in his hands. He doesn’t look at her but he feels her eyes on him burning. Closing the door behind her she doesn’t move for a whole minute only analyzing the man she loved.
Am I even enough?
Her question comes out more like a sigh. He stops the drinking slowly turning his deep dark eyes to her
“What are you talking about?”
“Why don’t you talk to me?” Damian’s face is unreadable. He stands his hand up so she could walk towards him and hold it. He kisses her knuckles and looks at her through his lashes
“I couldn’t live without you, Y/N L/N.” he says raspy and passionate.
And then it finally hits her. The mess that was made.
Her man, her beautiful boy with such lost eyes. The room where they had so many memories smelling like old sex and alcohool and had not see the daylight for weeks. His on going departure for hours doing god knows what and keeping her locked to himself.
She pushes her hands out of his quickly leaning against the wall with wide open eyes. She starts to shake her head and the man stands up going in her direction
“STAY AWAY FROM ME” Y/N yells leaning more closer to the wall before he reached her. Damian stops looking at her confused “Look at you, Damian! Look at us, this room… We’re not Jack and Rose, we’re Sid and fucking Nancy.” she starts to sob with hands on her face “What happened Damian? Wha-what happened?” she knees to the floor giving up her strengths between loud sobs.
Damian wakes up like it was a mess dream. He sees his girl in pieces on his floor, broken in a way he never saw anyone.
Actually, he did saw it. Himself. About a month ago in a cheap room where he was. Crying wildly on the floor, alone, screaming and punching the walls.

“I killed someone.”
His voice comes out in a breath. Y/N controlled her sobs and slowly put her head up facing him with while he was out of breath. Remembering every single detail of that night.
“I-I didn’t know. They put a knife in my hand challenging me and I thought I could get out of it. But… They were so out of themselfs that-” he stops to kneel on the floor across from her closing his eyes “The guy ran, held my hand into the knife” he looks at his own hands like it was still there “and did it before I could have a chance.”
Y/N now stares at him bursting in tears. “I try, I swear I tried to save him. Led him to a hospital but nothing worked and… I snapped out of it.”
He barely can finish his sentence before sobbing loudly than he ever did before. She rushes over him holding him tight over the shoulders, kissing his head repeatedly while he shouts 'I’m Sorry’ over and over again. She knew it wasn’t only for her, but also his family.
Wally rushes over the room scared of what was happening, but before the boy on her embrace notices, she nodds to him to leave. She held him for hours while he struggles for hours under her arms.
“My love? Love, look at me” she says holding his head near her’s “You. Are. Not. Guilty. Okay? It’ll pass.”
“I’ve- I’ve been horrible to you, look what I did to you!” he’s crying had not stopped for a single moment. It’s getting worse everytime he remembered something
“Love, look at me LOOK AT ME” shaking him by the shoulders “You’ll be okay. I’ll forgive you.” she gives away a little smile to him “Bruce and I will forgive you, but Damian, darling you need to talk to us okay?”
He looks at her and finally control his crying nodding his head.

Telling Bruce was the hardest day of their life. The moment the man entered you led him to Damian’s room, you saw shock and despair on his eyes for the first time. He sees his boy sitting on the bed completely different and it’s like he already knew. Bruce hold his son in his arm kissing his head while the other Wayne embrace him tightly
Damian was still scared to touch you, his psychiatrist said that what he did to you was to suppress the pain and keep his undercover on even after the mission. He’s been going to therapy regularly and moved back to the manor where you two slept in separated rooms. Even though every night you held him in your arms until he falled asleep, he still insisted for you to leave after that. It was important for you too.
Y/N’s support was what gave Damian Wayne strength. He couldn’t leave a day without telling sorry for the rest of his life and after almost a year of treatment, both of them felt trusty enough to love each other.

“Thank you” he whispers stroking her head on his embrace after calming down
“For what?” she puts her hands over his chest
“Where do you want me to start?” a chuckle leave her lips and he smiles over the sweet sound
“I love you baby boy” lifting her head to meet his eyes, Y/N says with a deep voice “You might think that you’re broke and hurt inside but you’re all mine and I love you.” she smiles as he gazes her eyes over him “I’ll love you baby boy. No matter what.”