#jojo donovan

[leoswritingcorner]

🍄!

foraging for mushrooms and other treasures in the forest nearby. you’re friends with all the woodland critters. you collect trinkets along the forest path and fill your wicker basket. the cool earth beneath your feet. the sound of a babbling brook beckons you. you make offerings to the forest fairies. 

Jojo is gentle with her touch and the lizard even seems to lean up to her fingertip for another pet. Across the other side of the creek Henri pats the dirt off another honey mushroom and tosses it into the woven wicker basket that was brimming with berries and other mushrooms he could identify in his handy Scout’s book as edible. They began their journey in the mid morning, venturing out hand in hand to spend the day exploring what hidden secrets Lunaville had to offer.

“Henri, wait!” Jojo’s alarmed voice rings over the babbling water. The eight year old stops mid-step, he sees his friend pointing to a circle of mushrooms and his eyes widen with realization. Jojo is by his side, as she skillfully jumps from rock to rock across the creek. “You could’ve been a goner.” She sighs, relieved she saved her best friend from a certain fairy doom.

“Merci,” Henri nods. Her jaw moves from one side to another in thought. “Maybe we should leave them a gift?” He asks her. Jojo perks up at the idea, and reaches into her pocket. The glint of the shiny rock catches in the sunlight. It was one of many they found further in the forest. Carefully they move around the circle and toss the shiny rock in. It sinks in the damp moss, as if their gift had been accepted happily.

Jojo claps her hands clean. “Would you save me if the fairies caught me?” She asks suddenly. Henri looks at the ring, and if he didn’t know any better, he would say that the rock seemed to have sink further. 

“Yeah. Or we could both join them!” Henri replies. Jojo giggles, and they continue their journey, enjoying the warmth of the sun as it made its way higher into the noon sky.

[leoswritingcorner]

JONRI STAR TREK AU

YES, thank YOU

Jojo breathes in and closes her eyes. She counts to ten in English and in Ekani. Her nerves tingle, ringing through her body and she wants to punch something. Very hard.

“You’re growling,” Henri’s voice chimes. Jojo’s eyes fly open and her friend is leaning down, grinning easily at her. “Nervous, huh?” He asks, moving to sit next to her on the bench. 

Jojo sighs, leaning back “I failed. I failed the exam,” She says miserably, looking up to the sky above. “I’ll never get into Starfleet and my mom and dad will think I’m a failure of a child.”

Henri quirks a brow, “How do you know that?” He asks. “We just took the exam. All the mock ones we’ve taken you aced them,” he points out, poking her cheek, gently tapping one of her scar markings. Jojo swats his hand away with a huff.

“This is the real deal!” Jojo says, throwing up her hands. “What if I blew it? Really, Henri be serious. That exam is no walk in the park. My mom is gonna be so disappointed.” 

“I doubt that,” Henri shakes his head. “But okay, let’s amuse this failure scenario...” 

“What will I do?” Jojo questions, looking at him. Henri thinks for a moment, before sighing deeply and takes her hand. Jojo doesn’t hesistate in lacing their fingers and waits for his reply.

“We call up our uncles and become space degenerates.” Henri replies simply. Jojo pauses, and her lips twitch, fighting back a smile. Finally, she lets herself laugh. 

[leoswritingcorner]

it’s st. patrick’s day which makes it jojo’s birthday! i was gonna write something but i’m exhausted so have headcanons instead 

it’s jojo’s tenth birthday party and lucky is freaking out cause her first baby has hit double digits

clyde and lucky decide to make it an Event

they deck out the whole ranch and invite everyone

it’s unicorn themed. so lots of pastel colors, balloons, just everything. some horses even wear comfy cones that make them look like their unicorns

lucky cries every five minutes about jojo being 10 so she can’t blow up any balloons, so vivi takes over

only she starts crying too remembering how henri just turned ten as well

their husbands take over

jamie insists on baking the cake. she flies out to colorado just for jojo’s party and brings her boys. 

this of course triggers something primal in the kids when they all get together and suddenly are up to No Good

lucy arrives with fireworks, cause she Knows her niece. but the firecrackers disappear. 

lucas is not being a good influence at this party, like, at all. kinda tells the kids “maybe you shouldn’t do that...or well it could be kick ass if you did maybe” 

he gives jojo her first guitar and she LOVES it

rylee is dozes off on the couch so she can not be held accountable by association for whatever lucas does.

cherry is not able to make it, but she still facetimes and jojo is ecstatic to see her aunt cherry and they geek a bit for a while. 

somehow a firecracker ends up in the cake, and it explodes. chunks of cake everywhere.

this is all before the party even starts

also it starts to storm

the parents and aunts and uncles are over it by this point. lucky figures “NO this is still my baby’s party” and they move the party inside and just have a blast playing games, music, eating, and watching movies

then isaac shows up with all the Awesome gifts the kids forget everything

hbd jojo!!!

[leoswritingcorner]

eventually Clyde takes the job of coaching football at sp high. Jojo joins the team her sophomore year, and earns the nickname “sweet pea” namely because she’s a sweetie but also to dupe the rival time into a false sense of security. they think it’s funny until this 5’4 girl rams and tackles them into next week. Clyde is a very proud dad/coach

[leoswritingcorner]

summer vibin’ - pt 2

another summer inspired drabble! inspired by an actual taco truck that sits across from a tattoo place and a fireworks tent in my neighborhood. also this song. this time ft clucky, crucy, and jojo

“I think I should get another tattoo.”

Lucky rolls her eyes, and decides to ignore her husband’s comment. She plucks a jalapeno out of the remainder of the nacho supreme, and pops it into her mouth. Clyde eyes the tattoo and piercing parlor just across from them, then glances to Lucky. “I’m thinking Godzilla.” He says and rubs a hand over his strong chest. “Right here.”

“I can guarantee ya I wouldn’t make love to ya ever again.” Lucky replies easily. 

Clyde pouts, but then quickly whistles. “Jojo! Not too far!” He calls out. The three-year old perks up at her father’s voice. Dropping the stick in her hand, she darts back for her parents. Clyde grins, easily lifting her up onto the picnic table. 

“Where’s Aunt Lucy and Unca Craig?” She asks, her voice is squeaky and eager. July 4th was only three days away, and her aunt and uncle were visiting for the weekend. Uncle Craig had made a special promise to pick fireworks with her. Big ones.

“They’ll be here soon, baby-star.” Lucky says, pushing the plate of nachos aside. Jojo sighs dramatically and drops her head on Clyde’s shoulder. She looks over almost longingly to the giant tent not to far off. Banners declaring ‘real fireworks!’ and ‘buy three, get one free!’ hung on the sides.

“Do you want another taco?” Clyde asks, motioning to the food truck called ‘Taco Amigo’ sat parked across the road. Jojo thinks for a moment, but pauses at the sight of a car coming to a stop and two very familiar figures climbing out.

“Aunt Lucy! Unca Craig!” Jojo calls out happily. She jumps off the bench, and takes off.

Lucy smiles widely, kneeling down with arms wide open. Jojo zooms by, jumping into Craig’s arms instead. 

“That’s bull crap” Lucy huffs, standing. Lucky stands, wrapping her arms around Lucy in a long and tight hug.

“Ugh, Charms. My insiiides.” Lucy complains, returning the hug just as tightly. 

Lucky laughs. “I can’t help it, I missed ya.” She says. Clyde and Craig share their own mini reunion with a few quick punches and a ‘your mom’ joke, followed by another punch. Lucy sighs, steering her friend toward the fireworks tent. 

“I missed you too, Charms. Is this still South Park?” She asks, looking around, squinting her eyes a bit. It was one of those rare days, where not a single cloud loomed in the distance and over the mountains. The sun shone freely, and warmed the air.

“I mean, there’s a taco food truck set up close to a fireworks stand and tattoo parlor.” Lucky responds with a shrug. 

Inside the tent, Jojo is pointing the the largest displays of fireworks, tugging on both her dad’s and Craig’s shirts, giving her best puppy eyes to them. Lucy picks up a few packs of sparklers. “Remember when the guys had the bright idea to make fake IDs to buy fireworks?” She asks.

“Yep.” Lucky nods. “Then nearly set fire to the forest at Stark’s.” She adds. 

Lucy laughs. “That was a fun Fourth of July.” She says. “I’m just glad we learned damage control.”

“Somewhat.” Lucky sighs, seeing Clyde cave in and buy the enormous bundle. Craig giving Jojo a sly high-five. “We just gotta keep a fire extinguisher on hand. Maybe two.”

Lucy nods in agreement. “Three, just to be safe.”

[leoswritingcorner]

baby pile

clucky family fluff!

It’s Vi who arrives first at their bedside. Her whimpers waking Clyde up in a jolt and startled snort. He blinks away the sleep from his eyes and scoops the anxious three year old into his arms.

“Storm scary.” Vi hiccups. Her round cheeks are wet with tears and Clyde feels her trembling against his chest. It’s then that he finally notices the flashing lightning outside with hard thunder crashing soon after.

He smiled tiredly and presses a kiss to her head. “It’ll be okay, princess.” He murmurs as he lays down. Vi keeps herself against his chest, her fingers gripping tight to his shirt. 

It only takes a few minutes for Clyde to soothe Vi into a light sleep by humming her favorite songs, and rubbing her small back, and it only takes a few seconds for him to follow as well.

“Mommy.”

Lucky’s eyes flutter before they open to see Bear’s face inches away. His blue eyes wide in the bright glare of lightning. Lucky says nothing and scoots back enough for him to crawl into bed. Bear doesn’t hesitate, snuggling right against her side.

“Is it bad?” He asks in a nervous whisper. Lucky keeps her eyes shut, shaking her head.

“No, Cubbybear.” She hums. “I kept an eye on it earlier, no potential for anythin’ too severe. Just thunder, lightinin’ and rain.” She assures, her fingers brush into his hair, moving in tender strokes. Bear closes his eyes and tries to drown out the storm. Being close to his mom and hearing her talk about how it would pass over them and the thought of all the mud puddles there’d be tomorrow helped lull him to sleep.

There’s careful tugging at the quilt and a quiet argument. Both Clyde and Lucky open their eyes in time to see Jojo’s head duck under the covers and two lumps waddle their way up the. 

Clark pokes his head out. He says nothing but wraps his arms around Lucky’s and curls up. Jojo instantly finds her place in the open space beside her father when Clyde opens an arm to her.

Over their children’s heads Clyde and Lucky smile to each other. Knowing full well they’d wake up to black and blues from kicking legs and jabbing elbows, maybe even find a foot in their face. But it’s nothing they haven’t dealt with before, and would always be happy to do again.

It takes a while for the storm to pass by. But not long at all for them all to have a peaceful sleep. 

[leoswritingcorner]

all dogs go to heaven

just some clyde comforting jojo when rhett finally passed onto the rainbow bridge. also some clucky.

his heart breaks with each tear she cries. he can only brush each one away and replace them with a kiss.

“but why?” she hiccups. “daddy, why?” she hides her small face into his chest. clyde rubs a hand over his daughter’s back. he takes a moment to think, before he tries to answer.

“baby star...” clyde starts, he trails off, sighing. “he was called to go home.” he finally says. jojo pauses, lifting her watery eyes to him. he can clearly see the confusion in them.

“what?” she squeaks. “but he was home, here with us!”

clyde nods. “yes, he was. we were his home on earth.” he says with a slight shrug. “but there’s a big, like really big, home up in the sky, too.” he explains, watching her reaction as he spoke. “like uh...”

“like heaven?” jojo sniffs, wiping her eyes with the sleeve of her sweater. 

clyde snaps and nods his head with a smile. “exactly like that. but for dogs. it’s got...” he tilts his head. “lots of treats and old, smelly shoes for him to chew on.”

at that, jojo giggles weakly, a hint of a sob there. “like yours?” she asks. clyde huffs teasingly.

“yeah yeah, exactly like mine.” clyde says, tickling her side light. “and rhett was old, very old and very tired. i think he stayed as long as he could to make sure you were safe, too. but it was time for him to go home.” he adds, more softly this time. he brushes away a wavy curl of her hair from her face. 

at that, jojo stays quiet. her eyes looking to the empty spot before the fireplace where rhett should’ve been napping. tears gather in her eyes but she nods.

“he isn’t lonely up there?” she asks, turning to look back at clyde. he shakes his head.

“nah, doggy heaven is fun. i bet he’s got a bunch of other dogs to play with.” clyde assures her. “tacos he can eat.”

jojo smiles a bit. “daddy, doggies can’t eat tacos!”

“in doggy heaven they can!” clyde argues. jojo slumps against her dad and looks up to him.

“does mommy know he’s up in doggy heaven?” she asks softly. clyde goes to reply, but the sound of the screen door shutting catches both their attention. 

lucky takes off her hat, wandering over to her husband and daughter. there’s a broken look on her face, but she smiles the best she can. “i do now.” she answers for him. clyde opens his arm, letting lucky fall against him on the couch. her head rests on his shoulder. “what else do ya think is in doggy heaven, baby star?” lucky asks.

jojo ponders a moment before she beams. “a giant toilet!” she proclaims. “a-and they can all drink in it and a cannon that shoots a lotta squeaky toys and tennis balls for rhett to chase!” she continues on. soon the tears are gone from her eyes and she excitedly says she was going to draw a bunch of pictures of rhett in doggy heaven.

jojo darts off upstairs to her room, and lucky lets out a shaky sigh. “you always know what to say to her.” 

clyde looks to her. “is there anything i can say to you?” he asks, his thumb gently stroking over the curve of her cheek. lucky shakes her head. 

“no. right now, i just want ya to hold onto me, sugar. it’s a lot more than words can do” she replies. clyde gently tugs her onto his lap, and lets her rest against him. he feels her relax, and soon, her tears stop too.

[leoswritingcorner]

a small father’s day thing, sorta continuing from this cause i am THAT nerd

Clyde can barely get a word out before Clark shoves a cupcake against his mouth. Behind him, Jojo is gripping onto his shoulders, bouncing on the back of the chair. 

“Daddy!” She whines with a huff. “Bear is wasting all the frosting!” She points to her little brother. She was right. Across the table, Bear scoops another giant spoonful of purple frosting, shoving it into his mouth.

Clyde wipes frosting from his own mouth, gently catching Clark’s hand as he goes to feed him another cupcake. “Daddy’s had enough, Clarky.” He says, before turning his head to look at his daughter. “I know, I’m going to get-” the rest of his words fall into a wheeze when Jojo nearly falls, her arms latching around his neck to balance herself.

“You hurting daddy!” Bear yells. “Stop!” 

Clark climbs up onto Clyde’s lap as Jojo drops her hold, and presses the cupcake to his mouth again. “Eat, daddy! They’re yummy!” He smiles. Clyde feels frosting practically going up his nose. 

“Hey! I have an idea.” Clyde starts “Why don’t we share all this with mommy? Luuuuucks!” He calls.

Lucky appears in the door way, gently cradling Vi in her arms. “Havin’ fun y’all?” She asks, looking to each of her children before smirking in her husband’s direction. “With your daddy on Father’s Day?”

The looks Clyde gave her could have been more menacing if it hadn’t been for the mess of frosting on his face. “Why don’t you join us?” He asks hopefully. Bear comes over, climbing up onto Clyde’s lap to join his brother as Jojo hops back onto the chair, patting her father’s head. 

Lucky shakes her head. “Nuh uh. The kids wanna make cupcakes with you for Father’s Day, who am I to get between that?” She asks. 

“Is this payback for Mother’s-”

“Yes.”