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Male ♂ Jessica Rabbit/Cartoon!Reader - Laugh it Up!
(Jessica - Jesse)

Story is dedicated to ~! Thank you again for all your help!

(Okay, so my head canon is that male!Jessica is voiced by Michael Buble. So I keep using his songs in my story. XD)

"Have I told you Lately that I Love You?" (by Michael Buble) ---> www.youtube.com/watch?v=mm7V62…

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Jesse had quite enough of this broad that had been clinging to him like a cat out of bath water. He had only been dealing with her as long as he had because she literally would not leave him alone. She reeked the scent of alcohol and there is not telling how many drinks she's actually had since she's been with Jesse. He tried playing along with the fake laughter and the forced boring conversation. He really tried to stay cordial but it was becoming to be too much for even him to deal with. Enough was enough, when she began trying to loosen up more of his buttons to reveal his whole bare chest to her. He shoved her off his lap before she could do her little deed to him. "I think you've had a little too much," He remarked to her with an irritable look. The blonde only hiccuped and giggled while trying to speak but it came out completely incomprehensible.

Jesse scoffed with the roll of his blue eyes and left her alone barely sitting straight on her chair. She tried reaching out for him, she even tried standing up but she only collapsed when she stumbled over herself. Jesse really didn't care about her dilemma, he would much rather be spending time with (Y/n) right now. Speaking of which, you were just over at the bar with your head down and Andre was standing there with a concerned expression. Jesse noticed this and quickly went over to see what was going on with you. "(Y/n)?" He brought up as he looked down at you who was sound asleep at the bar counter. Andre in seconds was over at your side and trying to lift you up to put your arm around his shoulder. "What's going on?" He asked in concern.

Andre looked at Jesse as he tried to pry you up from your sleeping position on the stool. "(Y/n) had a little bit too much to drink, I'm afraid. I kept telling her to hold off a little but she didn't listen to me." Andre was quick to say as he kept trying to pull you up without dropping you. Jesse looked unsettled at the state you were in before glancing back at Andre.

"Why didn't you stop her?"

"I tried, I really did, but the gal just kept persisting. If you know me, Jesse, I have such a hard time saying no to pretty girls." Andre said, while he finally got you standing enough to the point he could drag you away. Jesse felt annoyed at Andre for over serving you, if what he was saying was actually true in the first place. He tried to come over and help get yourself on your feet but Andre resisted. "Don't worry about, (Y/n), Jesse. I'm going to go take her home. She'll never make it working like this." Andre insisted as he began walking away with you being drug along basically unconscious. Jesse watched you worrisomely and then sent Andre a glare.

"Pretty girl or not, Andre. Your job is to make sure you don't over serve people! You shouldn't be giving (Y/n) drinks on the job, anyways! I find it hard to believe she would be drinking on the job in the first place."

Andre looked irritated by Jesse's distrust and scowled, "Alright, alright, so I offered her a couple drinks. It was my fault! She was just stressing about her job and I felt bad for her. I royally screwed up, okay? Now, I'm going to go take (Y/n) home! Cya, Jesse!" Jesse crossed his arms and glared Andre as he carefully walked you out of the club. Jesse felt a twinge of suspicion with Andre but mostly anger for letting that happen to you. Jesse watched Andre and you until you were completely out of the building. With a loud scoff, Jesse stormed to go back to his changing room while fuming at the fact Andre could have possibly put you in harm's way. Jesse hadn't admitted it but he truly did care about you and your wellbeing. He just hoped that Andre could at least be competent enough to get you home safely.

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You would have had rather woke up with a hangover rather than hanging over something. And surely, there you were hanging over something that looked to be a vat of some kind of strange unearthly looking substance. You broke from your bleary stupor rather quickly when you noticed you were hanging upside down with your feet tied to a crane. You gasped loudly and immediately began screaming as you struggled from your hold that was only keeping you held down by your feet. You wobbled back and forth but made no real accomplishment in getting of your predicament. "HELP ME!" You cried in fear of the position you were held in. You could hardly remember how you even found yourself here to begin with. All you remember was drinking from that purple bottle and Andre's menacing smirk. Speaking of Andre, where in the world was he!?

"Nobody is going to help you, chicky! So you can stop all that cawing! Cuz, nobody's comin!" The voice of none other than Andre Peacock himself said as he strolled up towards the edge of the vat to look up at you. You stared down at him with wide frightened eyes. You didn't understand what was going on!

"A-Andre! W-what are you talking about!? What's going on!?"

"Isn't it obvious? You're hanging over a vat of my boss's special concoction, but don't worry, pretty. It isn't just for you! We have a whole bunch of other Toons we want to take a little dip too!" He started laughing maniacally as you hung there staring down at him in disbelief.

"Andre! W-why?!"

Andre crossed his arms and began circling around the vat as he spoke, "Oh, it's nothing personal, (Y/n). Boss wants what he wants and that's for you no good Toons to be erased from existence… Forever."

You furrowed your brows and wish you could get free but you were as helplessly as a kitten from where you were strung up. "But you're a Toon too! J-just what is that stuff!?"

Andre paused from walking around the vat to glare up at you in annoyance, "Yeah, so what if I am?! I don't care as long as I'm getting paid, and let me tell you (Y/n). I'm getting paid big bucks to be doing this! Way more than that stingy asshole Mr. Boarton ever coughed up. The way I'm going, I'm going to be rich!" He grinned and his peacock tail feathers flared behind him. He went back to laughing for a moment before leaning against the crane that was keeping you held up in the air. "I shouldn't really let out the secret. I'm sure the boss would love to inform you what your hanging over but since I'm too excited. I gotta' tell you! That vat you're hanging over is a lovely mixture of turpentine, acetone, and benzene! This little fusion makes up for a little thing boss likes to call DIP. All you have to do is, well, take a dip and buh-bye!"

"You can't do that too me! Please, you can't! I don't want to die! Don't kill me!" You cried out in desperation, which only seemed to successfully make Andre cruelly smirk up at you.

"We won't… as long as you cooperate." A sudden cold and calculating voice spoke out, which made Andre and you turn your gaze over to a man that just walked inside the abandoned factory you were all in. He wore all black and had a black hat and dark circular glasses that completely shielded his eyes. All in all, he looked like a stereotypical villain out of a movie, which meant bad news for you. You cast a glare over at him and shouted out with some obvious fear,

"Who are you!? What do you want with me!?"

The man's tightly pursed lips rose into an unsettling smirk that made shivers go down your spine. He kept walking closer and closer with his cane in hand until he was standing beside Andre and looking up at you. He extended the end of his cane out and tapped you, making you swing back and forth. You grumbled and felt majorly paranoid that the rope that was holding you would snap and let you fall into the chemical vat full of DIP. "They call me Judge Doom. You are (Y/n) (L/n). A small meager little Toon girl whose got her head stuck up in the clouds, dreaming of the could be's and what ifs'. What I want with you is simple but I need your full cooperation to get what I want done." He told you as he folded his hands over his cane as he stared up at you.

"I'll never do anything for you, you villainous cad!"

Judge Doom clicked his tongue and gestured for Andre to work the crane. You watched in horror as Andre smirks wider and begins to operate the crane so that it is lowering you closer towards the vat of DIP. You instantly begin fidgeting and panicking as you come closer and closer to the deadly liquid that would erase you as a cartoon forever. "D-Don't!" You wailed as a small strand of your (h/l) (h/c) hair touched the DIP substance and burnt away into nothingness. Doom held his hand up to stop Andre from going and further with the crane, in which he obeyed right off the bat with some disappointment. "Please! Don't kill me! W-what do you want me to do!? I'm just a simple Toon! I-I don't have much money!"

"Money is not what I want, brat. What I want it much simpler than that. I want every Toon to be vanquished from existence! And you're going to help me start off." Judge Doom said as he waved off the idea of money being part of this wicked game. Instead, he wanted something much more sinister, and that was innocent cartoon lives. You gasped and harshly glared him, every part of you wished you could jump down and and beat the man down with a spiked hammer, old cartoon fashioned. Still, you were incapable of doing anything but hang there and listen to his evil schemes and what he had in store for you.

"I won't lay a hand on a single Toon!"

"You won't have too. That's why we have DIP to do those honorable favors. Now either you willingly cooperate with me or I'll just let Mr. Peacock let you have the drop. So what'll it be, Miss. (L/n)? Oh, and before you decide, let me also fill you in that your little flame Jesse's life is on the line too. If you don't accept to help me, I will erase him too." The whole game changed from there. The second he mentioned Jesse's name, you felt your heart twist and turn inside violently. You literally felt yourself get sick from the hand you had just been dealt. Either you killed a bunch of Toons for Judge Doom and saved yourself and Jesse or you both died and the Toons might still be in trouble. You lowered your head and stared down at your reflection in the DIP. You felt tears wanted to weld up in your eyes as you tried to decide what to do. Images of Jesse flashed across your mind and you couldn't take it. Doom stood there for a minute of you staring down in silence before getting impatient with you. "Decide now or I'll let Mr. Peacock decide for you."

You looked back up at Doom who looked so calm and collected as he stared you down like prey to be hunted. You sighed heavily as a single tear fell down you face and dripped down into the DIP vat. "What do I have to do?" You asked glumly.

"Ha! I knew she couldn't resist." Andre commented mockingly but was shushed by Doom. The foreboding man took a step towards you until he was almost leaning over the DIP vat so he could stare up into your (e/c) eyes.

"Really, you don't have to do so much. Like I said it is quite simple. All you have to do is keep hanging around for now. I will want you to do me a small little service. I just need you to record a little message for me. Say the words I want you to say. Say anything else and I will have you dipped along with that Jesse boy. Understood?" You gulped and were feeling more nervous than you had ever felt before. Your concerns were all geared towards Jesse. You hoped wherever he was that he was safe from harm unlike you. You worried that this message would be something terrible. You didn't know what to expect but you weren't expecting anything satisfying. "I repeat myself. Do you understand?" Doom pressed on with a hint of annoyance.

You kept your head lowered as you gradually nodded, "Yes…"

"Good, Mr. Peacock will hold the cue cards. I just want you to read what it says and exactly what it says. I will be recording your message for your precious Jesse."

"Jesse!? What does he have to do with any of this!? You leave him out of this, you cruel monster!" You shouted in hysterics and began lunging at him from the rope but it only managing to swing you back and forth again. He watched you with indifference as you swayed back and forth.

"Jesse has much to do with my plans. With both of your voices at my disposal. I will reach my goal. Now it is time to record the message, child. Mr. Peacock! Go and get the cue card!. I will get the recorder." With that said, Doom swished his long black trench coat behind him and fled away to get the recorder like he said. Andre jumped down from the crane's operations and sent you a sickening sweet smile.

"See you later, pretty."

"Shut up…"

He chuckled in amusement at your words and soon also left the large factory room. Leaving you alone held backwards over a vat of deadly chemicals, and only held by a single rope until they got back. Even though your life was in immediate danger all you could worry about was Jesse and what Doom had in store for him and you.

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The next day rolled on by and Jesse was looking all over the Ink and Paint Club for you or even Andre. He found no one he was looking for other than Mr. Boarton who was hoping you just decided to get up and quit instead of him needing to fire you. 'That's odd… (Y/n) never misses work. Maybe, the poor thing stayed home from a real bad hangover from drinking so much… Still, it seems like she would at least let someone know about it.' Jesse thought to himself perplexed on your whereabouts. He was sitting backstage in his dressing room and staring at the mirror as he pondered where else to look for you. It seemed more believable if it had just been you who was missing but Andre too was no where to be found.

Jesse pouted his lips in a frown as he stared at the mirror and visualized your pretty face in the reflection. "My goodness, look what you've done to me, my darling. I can't get you off my mind and I don't even mind," Jesse whispered to himself, while shaking his head. He knew that unlike any other lady that he's come across, you were different. You had the simplistic way to make him laugh that others didn't. A quality in a woman that he has always adored and cherished. It was the natural way you did things that made you special to him. He found you most funny when you tried not to be so funny at all. Jesse made a soft sad smile as he pictured your smiling face, smiling back at him so gorgeously. He sighed and felt a yearning to hold you close and even bring his lips to your own. It was true that he, Jesse, had fallen for a certain Toon who stole his heart from the day you both met. Now he just wished he knew where you simply were. The unknowing was driving him mad.

If only, he was aware of the next phone call he was about to get. After a couple minutes, Jesse was prepping himself to make sure he looked presentable for his next performance. He wasn't expecting his red corded phone to start ringing when it did. Usually, nobody ever called him on the phone, they usually came to him personally if they wanted something. Being curious as the who could be calling him on the dusty old thing. He made a small smile and picked up the phone, placing it to his ear and mouth. "Hello, this is the Ink and Paint Club. This is Jesse speaking, what can I do for you?"

Jesse didn't get a response right away which slightly confused him. It sounded a bit scratchy at first before suddenly the voice of Andre replied. "Hello, Jesse." He started off saying in way that sounded slightly unemotional from his usual go-lucky demeanor.

Jesse quirked a red eyebrow and began twirling the ends of the cord of the phone around his finger as he talked, "Andre? Is that you? What are you doing calling me? Shouldn't you be at the club? … Do you know where (Y/n) is?" Jesse started a stream of questions that were left unanswered. Andre stayed silent for a moment before speaking up again in that newfound eerie way of his.

"Jesse… I'm not at the club nor is (Y/n). She won't be coming back, actually-" Jesse cut in right after that with rushed hurried speaking.

"What do you mean she's not coming back?"

"I mean, what I say. She's not coming back unless you do me a small favor. If you can do this then you will understand everything that is going on and (Y/n) will be safe, but if you don't I can't guarantee anything."

Jesse's blue eyes widen with horror, "She's not safe!? I don't understand! Where is she, Andre!?" He bristled, as he was becoming more and more concerned for your wellbeing by the second. Andre sighed heavily in annoyance and replied back,

"She's safe for now. Come to down to 1917 Knotting Hill Blvd and find the closest red phone booth. There you will find out what you want to know but you better go alone. If anyone is seen with you the bets off." Jesse was about to protest but the line cuts off and Jesse is let alone with a million more questions rushing through his mind. He immediately stands up and rushes over to get his long beige overcoat and then quickly speeds out of his dressing room. He passes Mr. Boarton who starts yelling out his name but he ignores as he leaves him in the dust. Jesse's focus was on only one thing and that was you. Rushing past the gorilla bouncer of the club, he went out into the hazy afternoon streets and went to go find his car to go drive to to specified location that Andre had disclosed to him.

When Jesse found his car, he drove mildly past the speed limit to get to the location. His mind was a blur of what kind of situation you could be in. Jesse reached down into his glove compartment in his car as he drove and pulled out a 357 magnum revolver that he kept for special occasions like this one. He hid it inside his overcoat's pocket and pushed the pedal to the metal. It seemed like he was driving in a dreamworld that was slowed down, until he finally came upon the road and stopped when he saw a lone phone booth that was on the shady empty street. Jesse took a deep breath and with a frown lingering on his lips, he got out of his sleek red car and began making his way over to the phone booth. Stepping inside, he didn't see anything abnormal until he heard something that got his attention.

"J-Jesse? Jesse is that you?" A voice called out from the phone that was unhooked off the receiver and hanging down. It was your voice! Jesse took the phone and put his to ear.

"(Y/n)! Are you alright, darling? Where are you?"

"I.. I- … I'm sorry, I can't disclose that information just yet. Listen first, please. I am currently being held for ransom by - … I'm sorry, I can't tell you. But I need your help, Jesse! The person holding me says that only you can save me. If you don't come they are going to kill me. I-I'm so sorry, Jesse, but I need you to come to the old abandoned shipping factory that is nearby your location. Please, come save me. You're my last hope!"

"(Y/n)! Stay on the phone-" Jesse cursed to himself as the phone line cut off and he was left to do only one thing. He had to go and save you from this madman that had you held for ransom. Jesse threw the phone down and rushed out of the phone booth. He got back into his car and began looking around for an old shipping factory that looked abandoned. It took him a few minutes but he was able to spot one that was surely it since it was the only shipping factory he could find close to the phone booth's location. Getting back out of his car, Jesse kept his one right hand down in his pocket and on his revolver just in case. He went up to the large doors of the factory and went to open the latch that was unlocked. He could tell they were expecting him.

'Just hold on, (Y/n). I won't let you down.' Jesse thought to himself as he walked through the dusty and broken down factory until he came upon double doors that led to the main floor. Somehow, he had a feeling you would be passed these doors. Jesse's eyes flickered with determination as he opened the doors and slipped on inside and was brought to horror at the sight. There you were above held up backwards from a crane and rope that was tied around your feet. You were hanging just barely above a vat of something that bubbled, hissed, and looked terribly dangerous.

"Good to see you could make it." The cold calculating voice of Judge Doom welcomed as he pulled a lever that suddenly triggered a mechanism that locked all the doors in the factory. Jesse gasped and glanced back at the doors and then over at Judge Doom and Andre who was off to the side by the crane. "I see you just couldn't quite help yourself. I knew you'd come as long as we used your one true weakness." Doom said, as he gestured over to you. You appeared aghast by what Doom had said as you glanced over at Jesse who was looking troubled.

"Who are you, really!? And what do you want with us?" Jesse remarked snappily as he glared Doom and Andre.

"My name is Judge Doom. I'm glad to see we can get straight to the point. What I want from you will ultimately save your little friend hanging up there above my vat of DIP that will erase any Toon just by mere touch." Doom explained, which made Jesse's eyes broaden in shock. "If you cooperate with me. This shall be quite easy on the both of us. Now for what I want you to do. In order to save (Y/n) from being dipped. I want you simply to do what you do best."

"And what's that?" Jesse asked unsurely.

"Sing…"

"Sing?" Jesse repeated as he furrowed his brows in confusion. You too were confused by what Judge Doom was getting at. Andre snickered and rubbed his hands together.

"I like this part!" He said with wicked glee as Doom continued to explain.

"Yes, sing. I want you to gather the largest Toon filled bar you can possibly manage. I want you to sing like a siren to bring them where I want them. To their final resting places..."

"This is my favorite part!" Andre interrupted again and cringed when Doom swung his cane at him to shut up. He shut up though his ego looked a little bruised. Judge Doom cleared his throat and continued,

"At the end of your performance. I will activate the sprinkler system in the bar that will be contaminated with DIP. Then all the Toons will vanquished and erased for good."

Jesse gasped and brought his gloved hands to his mouth in absolute bewilderment. "But if you did that, everyone, including myself would die!"

"That's the point, child. Unfortunately, you will meet your end, but at least Miss. (L/n) will be safe. I'll keep her nice and sheltered in a place in the bar I have the sprinklers shut off. So we can watch the grand show without your precious (Y/n) melting away on you. You can die a heroic death or you can die now with Miss. (L/n) like a coward. Pick your poison." Doom said while Andre was laughing like a maniac at the fact that Jesse had to basically choose which foot to shoot first. It was totally unfair, all in all. The only one up side to the performance would be that you would be safe, but then that would mean a whole bar packed of cartoons would suffer their DIP-illed fate, including himself.

"This isn't fair! Jesse doesn't get to live either way!" You shouted at the top of your lungs in protest.

"Decisions are hard to make aren't they?" Doom mocked and kept staring intently at Jesse who was staring over at you with sad eyes. He couldn't have you die. It was true what Judge Doom had done. He had picked at his true one and only weakness and that was you. Jesse mouthed to you, "I'm sorry" before turning his eyes to look back at Doom. "So what'll be?"

Jesse stood firm and with pursed lips and his head held high, he said, "I'll do it."

"Good choice," He complimented before turning to look at Andre who was smirking cockily to himself. "I want you to escort Jesse out and keep an eye on him until he has the place packed. I want it done by tomorrow. I want all Toons, no humans. Now go." Andre gladly leapt forward and sped over to Jesse's side with a grin. Jesse stood there with a heavy-set glare left on Andre as he stood next to him. You could only watch pitifully from afar as Andre took Jesse out. Jesse sent you one last look that pained your heart. He was giving up his life for you. He was doing this to save you even if it ended up massacring a whole club filled with innocent Toons. He was doing this all for you…

Tears streamed down your face as you watched Jesse leave. Judge Doom turned back to you and eyed you with a frown. "The Toon Patrol will keep an eye on you for now. You just remain… hanging around." Judge Doom chuckled darkly to himself as he went to leave the room. Instantly, this "Toon Patrol" as they were called come running inside. Their was five weasels all very different looking from each other and they didn't look like the friendliest bunch. "Well, well, we get to have fun with a hottie for awhile. This'll be fun." The one that was dressed the best in a white tux and white fedora said. "Name's Smarty! Let me introduce you to Greasy, Wheezy, Stupid, and Psycho! We're the ones gonna keep you hanging in place until boss needs ya' again," He said while gesturing to the other four weasels. They all seemed to fit their namesake well from first impressions alone. Oh boy, this was going to be just wonderful…

"Charmed…" You grumbled sarcastically as you eyed down at the Toon Patrol with obvious annoyance.

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The next day, Jesse was able to rack in a full house full of Toons at the Paint and Ink Club. It made Jesse feel horrible for what he was forced to do but he would do anything if that meant to save you from your own demise. Perhaps, he had grown too attached himself, what he was doing didn't seem right no matter which we he put it. He just had to pick the better evil and this was it. Jesse watched everyone with the unfamiliar feeling of anxiousness overcome him. He felt anxious for all of them because he knew all of them and himself would be erased after his performance.

When Jesse caught eye of you, Andre, the Toon Patrol, and Judge Doom in a corner of the room that hadn't been booby-trapped. His eyes settled mostly on you and he felt so many emotions go through him. You were sitting at a table with them and being forced to keep quiet since Doom kept a squirt gun full of DIP that he had pointed at you from under the table if you tried anything funny. Jesse sighed heavily and wished he could change the outcome of this situation but there was nothing he could do, except sing. Jesse stood on stage behind the red curtains until they were drawn open. When the music started playing and his heart started pounding inside his chest, he began to sing the song "Have I Told You Lately That I Love You" (by Michael Buble).

Jesse walked down the stage as he sang and his eyes always remained on you as he sung. You felt your heart clench from within as he sang with such a passionate sorrowful voice. A voice that knew this would be it's last time speaking. Tears spilled down your face silently as you watched him stand there still on the stage singing to his heart's whim. Doom stared at Jesse with a blank expression while Andre was rolling his eyes at the fact Jesse was singing a romantic melody for his last song. You didn't care what they thought though, the song was truly heartwarming even during this time it seemed like the world was crashing down. You swore from the lyrics he was singing that he was trying to confess to you that he loved you. You sighed and watched as he walked over towards you as he was singing. Doom gave him a warning look but Jesse ignored him. You smiled at Jesse as you reached into your pocket and pulled out a five dollar bill and kissed it. It left a red lipstick print on the bill that you held in your hand. Jesse walked up to the table and leaned forward on it and came face to face with you. Your faces were inches apart for a prolonged amount of time until Jesse grabbed the bill and leaned back away. You died to kiss those lips just even once.

Jesse pocketed the bill into his sequin red tail suit until he finally walked back on stage and was coming to the end of his song. You couldn't let Jesse die! It just couldn't happen! You could notice Smarty was already at the lever and ready to pull the fire sprinklers on. You squirmed in your seat and couldn't take it anymore. You had to think of something! Thinking fast, you leaned in and whispered the funniest joke you could possibly think off on the top of your mind over to Doom. His eyes widen when he heard the joke and he suddenly got really tense as if he were trying to stifle laughter. You took this time to jump up and rush over towards Smarty and the lever. "EVERYONE GET OUT! THERE'S A FIRE!" You screamed at the top of your lungs to get everyone to listen and run for it.

"Oh, no you don't, ya stupid little broad!" Smarty tried nabbing you but you out of pure instinct kicked him where it hurt. This triggered the laughter of the rest of the Toon Patrol which made them fall on the ground laughing hysterically. You went and pulled down the fire alarm instead of the sprinklers which made the alarms start to go off. All the Toons in the room went into a frenzy as the fire alarms were blaring in everyone's ears. Jesse looked shocked by what was happening and upon seeing you taking action, he grinned.

"You get em' tiger!" Jesse exclaimed, as he watched you from on the stage trying to usher out all the Toons out of the club as fast as possible. Judge Doom was still trying to stifle his laughter from the joke you told him, while Andre tried running over to stop you. You yelped when he grabbed onto your hair and yanked you over to him. Jesse gasped and glared Andre and soon began racing off the stage to protect you from Andre. "Let go of her!" Jesse yelled as he took out his revolver that he still had with him and hit Andre over the head with the butt of it. Andre shrilled like a true peacock and went falling to the floor with literal stars circling around his head. "How's that for the butt of a joke?" Jesse teased with a smirk over to you as he eyed down at Andre who now had a large lump on his head and was unconscious. You laughed and high-fived Jesse. You noticed that the Toon Patrol had laughed so hard they were literally laughing to death. Judge Doom was finally containing himself and he suddenly stood up in an outrage once all the innocent cartoons were out of the building.

Doom charged up and towards you and Jesse. Jesse glared Doom and took a step in front of you as he took his revolver and pointed it in Doom's direction. "Come and closer and I'll shoot!"

"You wouldn't dare."

"I will!" Jesse warned as he placed his finger on the trigger button. You watched in horror as Doom ignored such warnings and ran to tackle Jesse. Jesse shot out a round but was shocked when the gun only shot out a 'bang' flag. "Oh darn, I took the wrong gun..." Jesse grumbled and was taken back when Doom tackled him to the ground. You gasped and saw the hat and glasses fall off of Judge Doom, only to reveal the most horrifying sight of all. He was a Toon himself! A very hideous one at that…

"Jesse!" You screamed and ran over to try and pull Doom off of Jesse. Judge Doom kept trying to choke Jesse as he had his hands wrapped around his throat and was squeezing tightly to strangle him. "GET OFF MY MAN!" You suddenly screamed and with all your might, you shoved Doom off of Jesse. Jesse started choking up for air that he had lost from Doom strangling him. Jesse looked over at you surprised and you were blushing furiously by what you had just said. You would had dwelled more on it but you still had to deal with Doom.

"(Y/n)! I have an idea! Go over to the safe corner! Quickly!" Jesse yelled for you to go back over to the corner that hadn't been booby-trapped. You didn't know what Jesse had in mind but you did as he wanted you too. With Judge Doom on the ground and quickly recovering. Jesse ran over to the sprinkler lever and pulled it down. Jesse and you watched with wide eyes as the sprinklers went off and the DIP started pouring down onto Andre, the Toon Patrol, and most of all Judge Doom himself. They all started screaming at the top of their lungs as the DIP began erasing them from existence. Doom squealed in a high-pitched voice that sounded like a squeaky toy as tried clawing over to you with his hands. You cringed as you watched him melt away until there was nothing left but the remaining puddles of color that had been made to draw and color him in.

They all disappeared…

Jesse turned off the lever and the sprinklers stopped. You and Jesse looked over at each other with forming grins on each of your faces. "We did it!" You exclaimed and started running over to Jesse. He smiled down at you once you were standing in front of him.

"Just how did you manage to stall Doom like that? He looked like he was about to burst out into laughter."

"I told him a joke, of course! I told you I can be funny!" You beamed which made Jesse bring a hand to his mouth as he chuckled to himself.

"Why if it wasn't for your courage to stand up to them. All those Toons and myself would have had been erased. It looks like I have you to thank for saving me. You really are one of a kind, darling." Jesse took a step closer which was now dangerously close. Your (e/c) eyes widen when suddenly he reached out and cupped your cheeks and smashed his lips up against your own. Your whole world seemed to whirl around in circles as Jesse was kissing you with such passion. It took you a moment to reciprocate the kiss that was being shared with you. Jesse brought down his hands and ran them down the sides of your arms that gave you goosebumps. Once again, Jesse was perfect again. He knew how to kiss and he knew how to do it very adeptly. So you were surprised when Jesse pulled away and said, "That was my first kiss, doll."

Your eyes widen as this. You couldn't believe that was his first! It was also your first but there was no way you kissed the way he did! "I-It was mine too," You mumbled back shyly. Jesse smirked and suddenly grabbed you again, this time by the waist as he kissed you once more. You squeaked as he brought you towards him and kissed you fervidly, this time with tongues and everything. Jesse had you walking back into a wall that he had you pinned up against as he continued to ravage you with sweet kisses. You had your arms draped over his shoulders as you continued to kiss. You remained kissing each other for a good minute until you both had to let go for air. You were breathing heavily and staring right into Jesse's crystal clear blue eyes.

"Now that was your second…" Jesse whispered huskily into your ear.

You were blushing madly as he pulled away and then went to go turn away but you grabbed his hand before he could. He looked back at you questionably as you began to speak up, "Have I told you lately that I love you?" You said, while you repeated the words to the same song he had been singing on stage before you killed off the bad guys. Jesse's eyes brighten at your words and he began to smile widely.

"Have I told you lately that I love you too?" Jesse replied back, as he brought out his hand and caressed your cheek gently. You couldn't stop smiling after he said that. You shot forwards like a bullet and brought him into an embrace. He hugged you back and everything seemed to just fit together perfectly. You had Jesse and he had you.

You had a feeling this was a start of a very beautiful relationship.

♥----★----♥

A month after the incident, you and Jesse returned back to your run-of-the-mill routine job at the Paint and Ink Club. Ever since the fiasco with Judge Doom, Andre, and the Toon Patrol, you blossomed with self-confidence that had been awoken from deep within. You were now able to go on stage and bring everyone into tears of laughter just like you always dreamed of doing. Jesse continued to work as a bar singer but now he had a girlfriend that was near and dear to him more than anything else in the world.

You were Jesse's flame and no one was going to snuff it out.