Leo Valdez One-shots/imagines

"Chicken nibblets!"

"Mother fuck."
Leo made quiet an entrence, by not only dropping the tray of snacks, but also with the...ehem..choice words.
You and Leo are preparing for your parents yearly stay at your house. Usually you wouldn't go all out but this year was different. You parents hadn't met Leo yet {he always seemed to find a way out of it} and you were hoping he would make a good impression.
"Leo, you better watch your language around my family. They can be a little... up tight so no cussing." you say pointing an accusing finger at him as he cleaned up the mess.
"What? I don't cuss that much." Just as he said that, he stubbed his toe on the door frame to the kitchen. You can imagine what happened next.
"Mother of the shitting shitter fuck." his toe had began bleeding, though he was overreacting.
"Clam down there, sailer. I'll go get you a band-aid." And you left to find the band-aids.
~three hours later~
[In the sponge-bob voice thingy]

You had managed to clean up and felt pretty good about the cleanliness of your house. You stood at the kitchen door, looking out over the whole living room. Everything seemed to be in order. Only one thing left....
You turn around and walk back into the kitchen, finding Leo sitting at the dining room table.
"How's your toe feeling?" You ask, sitting in the chair next to him.
"Better..." He mumbles. You roll your eyes and turn to face him.
"Okay now about your cussing habit. We really need to work on it if you are going to make a good impression. Lets start with replacing them with other words like, fudge, crap, heck and so on."
He just nodded.
"Okay. so like, instead of 'What the fuck?' you can say 'What the fudge?'. and feel free to get creative."
"Alright." he looked a little hesitant.
"Okay now you try."
" So you want me to say stuff like 'Oh my heavens to bettie'?" He asked teasingly.
"Yeah pretty much."
"Okay I can do that no problem." he waved it off like 'I got this' but You still weren't sure. You guessed you would just have to trust him.
~
'Ding dong'
You jump up from the living-room couch and run to the door. As soon as you open it, you receive plenty of hugs and a few kisses on the checks from your mom and dad.
Your mom is a sweet little lady, with fiery red, short hair and green eyes. Her purple sweater made her eyes a brighter green that usual.
Your dad is a tall man with thick arms and rough worn hands. His bald head shines in the lighting almost blinding. He has hazel eyes that shine, almost as much as his hairless head.
"How have you been!? we haven't seen you in so long! Speaking of long, look at her hair, Zack! oh so long and BEAUTIFUL!!" While you mom is throwing a fit and petting your head, your dad shook his head and continued looking around your house.
"Your house looks good (y/n). But I thought you wouldn't do your chores unless I grew hair." Your dad laughed at his own joke and you just rolled your eyes. See when you where little, you and your dad had a lot of 'discussions' (cough*arguments*cough) about you and chores.
He had been standing over the washer, placing the towels and delicates into it. That's when he started scolding you.
"You know, one day your gonna need to know how to do this on your own. I'm just here to teach you these things so that when you have your own family you can look after them and me and your mother won't have to- are you even listening!?"
You hadn't been, because you had heard it before. You shake your head yes anyways.
"ARE YOU EVER GOING TO TAKE RESPONSIBILITY TO AT LEAST DO WHAT I ASK?!" he was yelling, and it scared you, but didn't show it.
"I will when you grow hair." you retort.
Not the best insult ever but hey, you where scared the few times your dad yelled or screamed at you.
Your dad found this hilarious and never let it go.
Just then Leo entered the room, oblivious to the fact that my parents were here. So of course he jumped when my mom yelled," So this is who we've been hearin' so much about!"
"Fudgin' Chicken nibblets!" He screamed and jumped leaving the rest of us laughing.
He made his way to us, his cheeks red.
Once he was standing next to me I whispered,"I didn't mean that creative."
"Better than what I would have said before."he said back.
"I believe I just found you a new nick-name. I'm never gonna let this go chicken nibblet."
"Oh come on."he whisper groaned.
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This one was weird.... I'm not sure I like it...