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megalony · 6 months

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Worst Nightmare

It's taken me a lot longer than it should, but this is finally a Jonah Hauer-King imagine. It's partly based on a request so I hope everyone likes it, comments are always amazing on my Jonah fics, enjoy.

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Summary: (Y/n) is head over heels for her brother's best friend, Jonah. Who happens to be a big flirt with her. And when a pool party goes wrong, he's there to save the day, more specifically, save her.

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"I don't know about this," (Y/n) rubbed her hands up and down her arms that were crossed over her chest as if for protection.

This didn't feel like such a good idea now that they were here. She wanted to go home. She wanted to turn around and head back and just leave her brother here, this was more his scene than hers anyway.

But it was as if he could sense the unease rattling through her because he slung his arm around her shoulders, reeled her into his side like he was pulling her under his wing, and smiled. Tyler wasn't letting her leave that easily, she had been invited here too and there was no reason for her to turn and leave before they had even gone inside. He wasn't letting his little sister chicken out of having a good time today.

"Come on, you'll have fun I'll make sure of it." Tyler didn't give her room to argue, he pulled her along and into the house ahead of them.

One of his friends was throwing a pool party since the day was blistering hot and the sky was as blue as the ocean it reflected. (Y/n) didn't know many of her brother's friends very well but they knew of her and always extended an invitation her way. It felt rude not to come along until she was standing on the doorstep, regretting every decision she ever made.

She let herself shrink into Tyler's side as they passed through the house towards the kitchen where most of the noise and hustle was coming from.

"Alright, I will get us something safe to drink, you wait here."

He was gone before (Y/n) could plead to tag along with him like his little shadow that all his friends knew her to be since she had been young. It was hard to get (Y/n) to do stuff on her own so Tyler always went along with her. He never used to enjoy her company until she grew up a bit more and then they started to get along much better. Now, he actually invited her out with him and enjoyed tagging along with her when she needed some support.

(Y/n) kept her nails punctured into her upper arms and her elbows pushed down into her stomach to try and relieve some of the nervous tension that started to rattle through her.

This was a bad idea. This was a-

"I was hoping you'd be here," The sultry voice that murmured into her ear made a shiver course down (Y/n)'s spine right to her toes.

She could feel goosebumps flooding over her skin when a tall, lean chest cosied up to her back and a pair of arms planted down on the counter in front of her, caging her in. She took a second to try and take a deep breath before moving. Her eyes trailed along the bare arms caged around her, following the rigid, tensed muscles and the veins popping to the surface from the heat.

Her body was slow and cautious when she turned in his arms until her back was resting uncomfortably against the counter and her eyes had something new to stare at.

His chest filled her view for a few seconds until she could find the courage to trail her gaze up further and look into those dark green eyes that haunted her in her sleep.

He looked different.

It wasn't just because all he was wearing was a pair of shorts; Jonah had been to (Y/n)'s home so many times growing up that she had seen him running round in just his pants and socks more times than she would care to admit. He looked older today. (Y/n) had seen him just a few weeks ago and she was always talking to him on the phone, they had talked only three days ago. But hearing his voice and actually seeing him were two completely different things.

He'd had his hair cut, his curls were trimmed down to short strands that were just starting to crimp up and he was starting to grow a beard. (Y/n) was so used to his boyish looks that seeing him look more his age was a startling difference. But it was something that made her chest flutter and she knew why.

"Why, have you missed me?" She could barely speak when he was this close and when he grinned and leaned closer, (Y/n) knew there was a high chance she might pass out.

"I've missed that pretty face, three weeks is a long time, honey." With his height, Jonah had to flex his arms and lean down so he was almost level with her eyes that could barely keep focus on him. He smiled curiously, watching her gaze flick from his head, down to his chin and then loop over his chest before she tried to meet his gaze again.

He knew she had a thing for the chain around his neck.

"Tyler brought me along, he didn't say you would be here,"

(Y/n) wouldn't have put up a fight if she knew Jonah was going to be here. She would go anywhere her brother asked if he told her his best friend would also be there.

Jonah was a flirt. He wasn't exactly a tease with her, at least not until recently, but he was always trying out his pick up lines on her or blowing her kisses or calling her pet names. He used to do it to wind Tyler up. Tyler didn't like his friends 'messing' with his little sister and it always annoyed him when Jonah gave (Y/n) attention and teased her.

Something inside (Y/n) told her that Jonah was doing it for her more than to wind up her brother, that deep down, he actually liked her the way she had fallen so hard and fast for him.

(Y/n) loved everything about Jonah, from his endearing personality to his flirtatious remarks and his winning smile. She loved the sound of his voice and the songs he let her listen to before anyone else. She loved the way he stuck up for his friends, and for her, and how he would do absolutely anything to make her smile.

"I turned up last minute… figured if Tyler was here, he'd bring you and then I'd get to see my best girl."

"Best girl, but not your only girl?" She didn't know what made her bold enough to try and taunt him back but the moment she did, Jonah's smile turned into a smirk.

She audibly gasped when his hands moved from the counter to grab her hips suddenly and tightly. He took two steps closer so their chests were merged together and she could feel the heat radiating off of him. Oh God, what was he doing to her? He knew what effect he had on her, he had to.

"You're the only one for me,"

His lips were hot and wet against her forehead and his fingers squeezed her hips through her shorts before his touch was gone and he added two feet of space between them. (Y/n) thought for a moment that he was playing a game with her, that he was teasing or taunting her again, but she realised he moved because Tyler was coming back.

"Mate, you made it! Brilliant," Tyler handed a glass of juice over to (Y/n) and thankfully didn't notice the slight shake in her system.

(Y/n) had never acted on her feelings for Jonah or mentioned them to him because she didn't know how Tyler would react. It wouldn't be fair for her to tell Jonah in case he didn't feel the same or they tried to date and it didn't work. It would ruin his friendship with Tyler and make things awkward and that wasn't fair.

And Jonah wouldn't do or say anything to (Y/n) yet, not until he had talked to Tyler because his best friend had warned him away from his little sister, just like he had everyone else. But Tyler never thought Jonah saw something more to (Y/n), he thought Jonah saw her as a sibling, but he saw her as something much different, much more important.

"Let's head out into the sunshine,"

(Y/n) let her brother lead them through the sea of people and towards the open patio doors but she tilted her head back when she felt a hand on her hip. All Jonah did was raise a brow and smile before his eyes darted back to look in front of them.

He was playing with fire.

Both Jonah's hands found themselves on (Y/n)'s hips and he swerved her left and right, helping her dodge people passing them by. And when they came to a stop near some chairs, he squeezed her hips before his touch was gone and he moved round to sit with Tyler.

(Y/n) sat down on one of the plastic chairs and shuffled it a bit further back, away from the water.

She kept her eyes on Jonah for a while as he sat and grabbed a bottle of beer. He spread his legs out and leaned his elbows on his knees, hunching over with his hands between his parted legs and something about his look made him seem so butch and tense and it was thrilling.

When the conversation shifted and (Y/n) zoned out of it, she looked down at what she was wearing and slung her bag from her shoulder. She had worn her swimsuit for a reason; that reason being to get a tan in the sun.

(Y/n) didn't swim, not since an incident at the beach when she was little, on holiday with Tyler and their parents. Water didn't agree with (Y/n) anymore and even a bath made her feel uneasy. The most she would do was sit on the edge of the pool and dangle her legs in the water, that was as close as (Y/n) got. But she wanted to look the part and try to fit in with everyone else who was walking around in their trunks and bathing suits.

She stood up from the chair and slowly pulled up her thin cotton shirt and placed it down on the floor beneath the chair next to her bag. She shimmied her shorts down her legs and kicked them beneath the chair but when she raised her head, she caught someone staring.

The look in Jonah's eyes was almost dark and he had stopped talking mid-sentence, tightening his hand around his beer bottle when he noticed what (Y/n) was doing.

His eyes followed her hands that pulled at her bra so it covered her cleavage a bit better. The two piece was baby blue and white stripes in vertical lines and it was small enough to show Jonah a lot more of her skin than he was used to.

He looked back in front of him at Tyler but his eyes couldn’t help but look back over at (Y/n) until he couldn’t bring it in himself to look away from her when her attire started to distract him. The swimsuit (Y/n) was wearing showed off her curves as well as her legs and the way her arms were hugging her frame showed she was shy but that only made his heart beat faster. She looked so delicate, so lovely like that.

She made the music and all the voices drown out into background static and drew in his full attention.

And there was something about the way she pulled a book out from her bag that made him grin and chuckle to himself. Of course she would want to sunbathe with a book. She wouldn't want to sit and engage everyone else in conversation or listen or dance along with the music that was blasting out. As long as the boys were close by, (Y/n) would be fine with her book in hand.

"You look lovely, by the way."

Lifting her eyes, (Y/n) let her gaze settle on Jonah who was suddenly sat in the seat next to her which he shuffled closer until their bare knees bumped together.

"Thank you," She kept her thumb pinned on her page while her other hand moved to brush her hair behind her ear. "You look handsome yourself,"

"Hm, do I indeed? So, I was thinking-"

His hand reached out to hold her knee and (Y/n) let herself sit up a bit straighter as if it would calm down her furious heart and help her concentrate. What was he pondering? What was he about to ask her? If the look in his eyes and the way he was biting down on his lower lip was anything to go by, (Y/n) guessed it would be something good.

“Jonah, come on we’re gonna do a drinks challenge then we can jump in the pool.” Tyler ticked his head to the side and waved his hand towards his friend, begging him to come and join them. (Y/n) hadn't even realised her brother had moved back near the patio until his voice broke her from her thoughts.

"I guess the thought will wait a while, honey." His eyes darted to check Tyler wasn't looking before he leaned over and pecked (Y/n)'s temple. No one else would pay any attention to the little token of affection but Tyler might. It was a good job he wasn't looking.

(Y/n) let her eyes follow Jonah for a while and she put her book down to watch him and three other guys- including Tyler- mess around with a ping pong challenge that involved downing some shots. They were going to be drunk by the end of the afternoon and (Y/n) was going to be responsible for getting her brother back home in one piece, and probably Jonah too.

When Jonah downed his first shot and sent a wink in her direction, (Y/n) finally let her gaze fall back to her book, although she wasn't in the mood for reading. All she wanted to do was think and find out what Jonah had been ready to ask her. She wanted to know what his thought had been about.

One chapter was all (Y/n) could manage to consume before she was rereading the same line over and over again and it burned into her mind making her furious. She should be able to read a book that captured her attention, but one guy was stealing her mind away from her and consuming every thought she had.

She put the book back in her bag and leaned forward in her chair, wondering what to do with herself.

Maybe it would be worth a trip into the kitchen to see what other drinks they had available here. The juice Tyler had picked was crap and diluted, and (Y/n) would be able to walk past the guys, specifically Jonah, to get to the kitchen.

She kicked off her shoes and padded around the edge of the vast pool that was frightening even to look at. There was no shallow end, just endless depths on either side verging from left to right. It was a death trap to her.

Jonah's eyes were on her the moment she moved from her chair and she could feel his gaze clinging to her every move. (Y/n) tried not to let her breathing run away without her and control the way her heart was thudding harshly in her chest the closer she got to the ping pong table. But she barely got close to Jonah before he was reaching out for her.

She thought he was going to take her hand or ruffle her hair or do some little trick to wind her up and then smile at her with that coy grin that let him get away with murder. (Y/n) wasn't expecting Jonah's arm to reel around her waist and tug her into his chest. He pulled her back into his chest and leaned his chin over her shoulder while she turned to jelly in his hands, just waiting for him to move and mould her however he wanted.

"Come here, give me some good luck."

His left arm stayed curved around her bare waist and (Y/n) swallowed down a groan when his fingertips started to graze up and down her side, tickling her. While his right hand moved to grab the ping pong ball which he bounced expertly into the cup on the opposite end of the table.

A round of cheering exploded from the people gathered round but all (Y/n) could hear was Jonah's deep chuckle in her ear and the feel of his lips hovering over her skin.

"Thank you," He murmured whilst pressing a delicate peck to the side of her head before he let her go.

She didn't want to move but it would be rude to try and stay wrapped up in his arms when people were watching and her brother was close by downing his drink. So (Y/n) nodded silently and smiled up at him before she ventured into the kitchen on wobbling legs.

What was he doing to her?

She could feel his eyes on her the moment she walked back out onto the patio with a different drink in hand, still non-alcoholic as she was driving them home later. (Y/n) smiled to herself when Jonah's gaze lingered on her and she knew if her brother wasn't looking, Jonah would have reached out towards her to touch her somewhere, somehow.

She was only a few feet away from her chair when a voice stopped her in her tracks and brought her out of her thoughts.

"Fancy a dip?"

It was Jamie, one of the guys Tyler was friends with. (Y/n) didn't know him very well but she knew enough to know that Jonah didn't like him and if he didn't like Jamie, (Y/n) was going to be very wary of him. Jonah liked everybody, he was a kind soul, a warm-hearted person that people were always magnetised to. It took a lot for Jonah to dislike someone so anyone he didn't get along with, (Y/n) took note and stayed cautious.

When he pointed to the pool behind her, (Y/n) tried to smile and shook her head. No way was she going in there.

"I'm good, thanks,"

"Waiting for J to join you?" He motioned over towards Jonah and the rest of the guys who were still messing around and joking loud enough for (Y/n) to hear their cackles of laughter. It didn't matter if Jonah was in the pool or not, she wouldn't join them. She might sit on the edge and let her legs fall in the water if Jonah beckoned her over, but that was it.

"I don't wanna swim yet," (Y/n) kept her arms close to her chest, obscuring his scrutinising gaze over her while she tried to walk past him.

"Oh come on, just a little dip with me? I'm not that bad, am I?"

A gasp flew past her lips when his hands moved out to grab her hips and he pulled her closer until the cup in her hand spilled over them both and ice cold coke fizzed and stuck to both their chests. (Y/n) dropped the cup but the plastic didn't make much of an echo against the floor with the music booming around the garden. And nobody was paying enough attention to see that she was panicked and fighting him to get off her.

His fingertips were calloused and grabby on her hips and he held her far too tight considering he barely knew her more than to just say hello to in passing. And (Y/n) could smell the beer on his breath when he leaned closer like he was either going to tell her a secret or kiss her, both of which were unappealing.

"Get off-"

"Join me for a little paddle, won't you?"

His fingertips were bruising her sides and his arms were strong, yanking her back into him when she fought to get him off. The only thing (Y/n) could think to say was 'fuck off' which she tried to shout loud enough for someone, anyone, to hear and help get the message through to Jamie. She wanted help.

Frowning, Jonah set down the drink in his hand and snapped his head to look out across the garden. He knew that distant voice, he knew that pitch and the worry that came along with it.

His skin started to pale and his body tensed when he narrowed his eyes and realised who was stood with (Y/n)- or rather grabbing at (Y/n).

Who did Jamie think he was to start grabbing her like that? What the Hell was he doing? He got far too bold when he'd had even just one drink and Jonah did not like the way he acted around any of his girl friends and Jonah hated his attitude. He was smug and rude and careless and an overall idiot, but it made Jonah's blood boil to see him anywhere near (Y/n); his girl.

"Jamie back off!" His voice boomed across the garden and caused all eyes to divert his way instead of over at (Y/n) where the problem was.

Jonah slammed his bottle down on the table so hard the plastic cups toppled and shook but he paid them no mind. His hands clenched into fists at his sides and he stormed around the table, aiming for (Y/n) but he couldn't get close enough in time. His heart stopped in his chest when he watched Jamie smirk in such a cruel, evil way with malicious intent hiding behind his eyes.

He pushed her.

His hands which had previously been grabbing at her hips and very close to pulling at her bikini switched to clench around her upper arms before he gave (Y/n) a very harsh, violent shove. He put all of his weight into his arms and forced her back so hard and fast that she had no time to do anything but scream before the water engulfed her.

"Fuck!" Jonah’s feet skidded against the tiles like the rubber screeching on a tyre as he pushed people out the way so he could bolt closer to the pool. His desperate shouts reached (Y/n)'s mind before the water was pumping through her ears and the gurgling chlorine and bubbles overwhelmed every one of her senses.

She couldn't open her eyes. The moment her feet left the floor and her body started to tilt, (Y/n) snapped her eyes closed as fast as she could and coiled her arms to her chest like she was about to fall into a coffin. Her eyes burned from the chlorine, it felt like she had cried all of her tears into the pool and her eyes were sore and broken even though they were closed as tightly as possible.

The water clawed its way up her nose and burned the back of her throat and the few bubbles that managed to get into her lungs felt like stones setting in her body. It was invading her at every possible angle, weighing her down and pulling at her like arms wrapping around her, dragging her down towards the bottom of the pool. Water loved her, it always had and it loved her so much it wanted to keep her in its depths forever.

As if a switch had gone off in her mind, (Y/n) kicked her legs out wildly and started to flap her arms like a bird in the sky. It was like trying to drive a submarine, her body wasn't going the way she wanted it to because she didn't know what she was doing. She wanted to go up but the water was saying no.

She can't swim. She can't swim.

That was the only thought Jonah could process in his mind before his arms stretched out and he dived into the pool two seconds after her.

The stark cold water shocked his system and sent his limbs shaking as his lungs froze and tensed at the sudden change in temperature. It took a second for his eyes to adjust to the chlorine and to see anything but a haze of baby blue and streaks of white. But once his eyes adjusted, he was frantic. Jonah’s arms waded through the water as his knees came up to his stomach and his eyes scanned round for (Y/n).

When his eyes landed on her he rolled forward like he was doing a flip in the water before he propelled himself down just a few more feet before he reached her. His hands hastily grabbed at her forearms that he was sure had been moving when he dived in but now they were still and motionless. He wanted to shake her but he didn't have the time.

He curved himself closer until he was pressed up behind her and he could hook his arm securely around her waist, keeping her pinned behind his elbow so they were merged together.

Once he broke through the surface of the water, Jonah tilted backwards and pulled (Y/n) up to keep her above the surface. He shook his head to rid the water from his hair, eyes and ears before his eyes darted around the pool. There was a crowd, the exact opposite of what he wanted and needed right now and he noticed the music was still playing, at least a handful of people didn't realise there was a situation going on here.

It took a second for Jonah to reach the edge of the pool and when he did, he clamped his left elbow down on the side and pushed his legs up to lift him and (Y/n) higher. He bent his wrist at an odd angle to push (Y/n) up enough to shuffle her onto the ground so he could wrench himself up and crawl on his knees to be beside her again.

Water surrounded them in a puddle that slowly started leaking back into the pool and every inch of him was cascading with water like he was a block of ice melting in the midday sun.

"(Y/n)? Come on honey. Shit!"

Jonah rubbed his thumb over (Y/n)’s cheek and nudged her chin before he growled like an animal. He shifted her so she was lying on her side facing away from him and firmly but rather roughly hit the base of his hand between her shoulder blades. Trying to force the water up and out of her lungs because it was clear she had inhaled it. She wasn’t used to being under the water and she couldn’t hold her breath for that long either.

"You gotta breathe now honey," He moved her head so her chin was tilted down onto her chest so when she did cough up the water, she didn’t swallow or choke on it again. After a quick circular rubbing motion on her back, he went back to hitting her back to try and get her breathing just as he heard Tyler begin to yell.

"What the fuck is going on?!"

A sigh of utter relief left his lips when the water started to push and splutter down (Y/n)'s lips and chin, causing Jonah to hang his head and breathe deep. His hands planted down on the concrete either side of her head and he hovered over her, not caring about the droplets of water falling down onto her. All he cared about was that she was breathing.

"Honey… hey, hey calm down. Breathe for me, deep breath in… and out, like me."

He tried to labour and slow his breaths so she could start to copy him, her chest was repeatedly convulsing and quaking as she couldn’t take in a proper breath. And he leaned his weight onto his right hand so his left hand could rub slow circles on her back to make sure her lungs were starting up properly again.

“There we go.” Jonah whispered quietly with a relieved smile on his wet lips. He slowly and gently took (Y/n)’s weight and helped her to sit up before he sat back on his heels and wiped the water off his face.

A burst of violent trembling set in (Y/n)'s body and she barely managed to move her arms out in front of her. She didn't think, she couldn't think, she couldn't do anything other than grab at Jonah's arm that had been resting on his lap. She coiled his arm into her chest and let her weight fall forward until she was leaning against his chest.

The combination of his burning skin mixed with the cold water dripping off him was an enticing mix that had (Y/n) shivering for a whole other reason. She nuzzled her face into his chest and dug her fingertips into his bicep as she felt his other arm curve around her back.

He pulled her closer and tilted his head down to press his damp lips against her wet hair that now smelt of chlorine.

"Why was she in the pool?" Tyler hit his hand out against Jonah's shoulder to gain his attention as he leaned forward on his knees, looking between his best friend and his sister. He had gone inside for two minutes to get a drink and came back outside to shouting and to find his sister had been at the bottom of the pool when she couldn't even swim.

(Y/n) could feel how her brother's question lit a spark inside Jonah, as if he had forgotten all about why she was in the pool. Too focused on diving in after her and getting her back out to remember why she was there in the first place.

"Jonah-"

She couldn't say anything and her hands that were tightly clamped down on his bicep didn't do anything to stop him from ripping away from her. His hand squeezed her hip and he pressed a rush kiss to her temple before he stood up and turned towards the cause of all of this.

Jamie. Within seconds, Jonah had his fingers dug into Jamie's shoulders and ran him backwards until he was jammed up into the fence. Splinters poked into his back and his feet barely managed to stay on the floor with the force Jonah knocked him back with and he barely had time to groan.

"You bastard," Jonah sneered the words at him and rammed him into the fence again to get his full attention. "Why would you do that to her, hm? Who gave you permission to touch her like that or shove her into the fucking pool because I sure as Hell didn't."

"It was a joke-"

"I'm not laughing. Or did you miss the part where I had to stop her from drowning?"

Jonah had never liked Jamie's sense of humour or his cynical ways and this just proved he had been right about him all along. No way was Jonah letting Jamie anywhere near (Y/n) after this little stunt. He didn't know where Jamie got the nerve or the impression that he could grab any girl he wanted and try to hurt her and throwing her in the pool meant he deserved some kind of punishment.

"What are you, her keeper? She's fine, she didn't drown."

"What I am to her is none of your concern, but what I am to you, is your worst fucking nightmare." With a swift move, Jonah brought his knee up until it rocketed into Jamie's groan and sent him down on his knees with a scream.

He would have done more, Jonah would have lifted him back up and punched him or even threw him in the pool for a taste of his own medicine. But he didn't. He stopped short when a pair of soaking wet, trembling arms wrapped around his torso and a delicate chin perched in the crook of his elbow, stopping him from leaning down to grab Jamie who was still writhing in agony.

"I'm okay, d-don't waste your energy on him, please?" (Y/n) could feel his muscles tensing and his arm twitching against her chest with the urge to lunge down and grab Jamie, but he relented and stood up straight. He would leave matters as they were, but only because she had asked him to.

Jonah turned his arm that was within (Y/n)'s grip and took one of her hands in his, holding as tight as possible while his other hand cupped the back of her head so he could kiss her temple.

When he started to walk away, (Y/n) followed at his side and kept up with his long strides while his arm stayed in her grasp.

The look on his face was furious, (Y/n) had never seen him look so dark and dangerous before. His eyes were almost black, his lips were snarling and his jaw was tightly locked. It made everyone move out of his way the moment he got close and he didn't care that he was leaving a water trail behind them, he wanted out of this whole situation.

"Jonah, it's alright-"

"No it's not!" (Y/n) stumbled back a step and froze in the corner of the empty kitchen they had been walking through. "He hurt you, that's not okay-"

"But you got me out, you stopped him,"

"You wanna know why?"

His free hand cupped her jaw, tilted her head up towards him and his lips smothered hers in less than a second. He swallowed her shocked gasp and any breath she tried to take. He devoured her lips like they were something sacred he had been searching for his entire life. She could feel his teeth nipping at her lip and his tongue pushed to explore her mouth while his fingers dug into her chin lovingly and possessively.

"That's why. I want you to be mine."

#jonah hauer king imagine #jonah x reader #jonah imagine #jonah hauer king #imagine

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thermodynamic-comedian · 27 days

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jonah magnus is a massive britney spears fan and if martin hadn't distracted him during the unknowing he would've been up in his office, watching everything go down, listening to circus.

#his music taste consists britney spears and some really fucked up shit that isn't even spotify and you have no idea how he found it #and nothing else.#also this is funnier if you know my interpretation of how he looks #just imagine the most boring plain guy ever. the personification of paperwork. no earrings no colorful suits nothing.#most average 30-40 year old man in the world.#but he's a massive britney spears fan #tma #the magnus archives #tma headcanons #tma shitpost #tma spoilers #tma s3 #jonah magnus #elias bouchard #martin blackwood

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mrkanman · 5 months

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Luke 10:19

#angel hare #angel gabby #kant art #cw blood #cw christianity #cw decapitation #please imagine that i drew a second piece of jonah killing his dad. KILL!!!!!#anyway good series i enjoyed it

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cpunkhobie · 11 months

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Challenged myself to order all my black n white* rise comics in chronological order and it was kinda heartwarming reading through these all back to back. this is just the general order they all go in in my head cause idk if y'all can guess which is when based on context clues lol

*not all of them are black n white but its just like the vibe of this weird canon-divergent mini comic thing I got going on

#jonah with a pen #they're all mostly stand alone anyway I'd just imagine that some take place at different parts of the show than others #rottmnt #rise tag #rottmnt fanart #rottmnt comic

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vonlipvig · 10 months

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my recurring nightmare

#jonah ryan #greg hirsch #veep #succession #can you imagine that. disgusting brothers indeed. put them in a paper shredder NOW.#ive been thinking about this meme all day and laughing my ass off i had to do it dkjfhdk #WAIT EDIT FKJGH totally missed the typo dfhkjf

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backtothefanfiction · 5 months

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In Your Boss’s Office | Peter Parker Imagine

Summary: When your boyfriend comes to take you home after a late night at the office, he sees an opportunity to send your boss mad.

Warnings: smut, P in V, semi public sex, office sex, cum swallowing, oral (female receiving), dirty talk

Word Count: 2.1K

A/N: Okay so I have been trying to get this one finished for a while. This was supposed to be day 5 of Kinktober but we all know that went off the rails. I was gonna turn it into kink til Christmas but that isn’t gonna work out either. So this is me saying that the kink list is getting thrown out the window completely, but I will still write some of the stories as prompts and short imagines as there were a couple I was looking forward to but no idea when they’ll go up. Anyway, this was one of the ideas I was really looking forward to writing so I hope you enjoy!

You had been the only one in the office for at least an hour and a half, despite your boss leaving nearly 3 hours prior. It was dark outside, you were tired, you were missing your man but you knew that if you didn’t get this list for Jameson completed now, you’d all be really behind tomorrow.

There was a sudden ding as the elevator stopped on your floor. Given the time you fully expected it to be the janitor, coming by to give things a clean and empty the waste paper baskets, but you were surprised at the sight of your boyfriend walking towards your desk.

“Hey, what are you doing here?”

“What am I doing here?” he asked, “I think the real question is what are you still doing here?”

You had met Peter around 6 months ago now, when you had first taken on the job as J. Jonah Jameson’s assistant after the last one quit on him. He had expected you to also follow suit, he wasn’t exactly known for being the nicest boss after all; but you gave as good as you got and the head of the Daily Bugle admired that. Peter was a freelance photographer, stopping by every now and again with a new batch of photos of Spider-man that always made your boss both froth at the mouth and get literal dollar signs in his eyes.

“What time is it?” you asked, but you already knew.

“It’s time to log off.” he softly chastised and encouraged you.

“Uhh, Pete, I really need to get this done.”

“Fine. You have until I finish putting these photos on his lordship’s desk.” He said, pulling out a manilla envelope full of new pictures of Spiderman.

“Peter, you can’t go in there.” you tried to interject as he began to reach for the door handle to the office.

“Just watch me.” He said, turning the knob, pushing the door open and going in.

“Peter.” you chastise as you get up to follow him and make sure he wasn’t going to touch anything he shouldn’t.

When you got in the room he was already sat behind the desk, lounging back in the large leather swivel chair, swaying side to side. “You know, I see why he likes this office so much now.” he says as his eyes glance over pieces of paper on the desk.

“Come on.” you try to encourage him, “We shouldn’t be in here.”

“Make me.” he challenges with a smirk on his face. You really don’t want to find out what that smirk means, you just want to finish your list of tasks and go home but he does look good sitting behind the desk. His eyes are watching your legs closely as you hesitate in the doorway, shifting from one foot to the other in tiny motions. He leans forward placing both of his hands on the desk. “Close the door.” He instructs and you do. “Now come over here.” Your brain knows it’s a bad idea but you do.

He moves the chair back slightly as his hand reaches out to guide you round the back of the desk with him. When you are close enough he turns you and backs you into the desk. You hesitate at first but with further encouragement by his hands and the wicked look in his eye, you sit yourself on top of the desk. He hums slightly as his hands rest on your knees, pulling them open, then using his grip on them, pulls the wheelie chair closer to the desk, leaving you nowhere else to go.

“Peter, what are you doing?” You ask with a shaky breath as he starts to run his hands up your thighs and under your skirt.

“You work too hard for little reward.” He says as his fingertips reach to hook beneath the waistband of your underwear.

“Peter!” You interject, trying to push him away but he holds you still.

“Come on, don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it.” He teases. “He’ll never know.”

“Yes he will.” You try to hold strong, but his fingers are drawing lazy circles on your thighs that are relaxing you and wearing you down.

“But isn’t that more fun. He won’t know it was us, he’ll just come in tomorrow and he’ll know something is off but he won’t be able to put his finger on it.”

“Pete… Pete.” You try to say but your resolve is fading with his touch and when he tries again to pull your underwear down, you don’t stop him.

“Just relax okay. I’ve got you.” He said as he pulled you closer to the end of the desk. “So pretty.” He cooed as he looked up at you.

He pushed your legs up, your feet resting on the arms of the large swivel chair he sat in, as he leant forward, his tongue teasing at your clit, making you squirm. His hands held tighter to your hips, holding you in place as he began to lick through your folds.

“For someone who was putting up a lot of protest, you seem to be awfully wet for me.” He teased with raised eyebrows as his fingers moved to circle at your entrance before slipping inside, his fingers working you open.

“Uhhh, Peter.” You began to pant, as the movement of his fingers pulls tiny whimpers from between your lips.

You watch as his other hand begins to fumble with his belt, the sound of the metal clinking sending another wave of arousal through you. He undoes the button and zipper of his jeans, palming his length through his boxers.

Normally Peter would spend ages going down on you, making you cum and soaking his fingers with your slick before he even thought about fucking you, but you didn’t have time. Although it was late and no one else was in the office, the janitor could come up to this floor and walk in at any minute and Peter knew it was taking a lot for you to go through with this without pushing his luck.

“Come here baby.” He said, pulling his length out of his boxers and sliding the chair back slightly.

You happily moved to straddle his thighs. You slowly lowered yourself down on his length. You were so close and he was so deep in this position. It didn’t leave much room for movement, just subtle gyrating, your clit rubbing against the small patch of exposed skin between his jeans and shirt.

It made you so sensitive, your head nuzzling into his neck as you quietly whined and moaned.

“You naughty little thing. See I knew this was what you needed.” Peter said as he slowly thrusted his hips up inside you. It wasn’t his preferred pace but he knew you loved it. To be close to him. To have his cock rubbing against the most sensitive parts of you. To feel every little twitch you made around him. It was intimate. “You gonna come for me?” He asked. He could read your body like a book and knew from just the pitch of your moans alone you were close. “Come on baby. Cum for me.” He encouraged as he guided your hips up and down on his length harder and harder. “Cum for me baby and then I can turn you around and fuck you right over his desk. How does that sound?” You could only moan in response. His words always brought you closer to the edge. “Yeah?” He cooed. “Does that sound good for you? Come on baby. Come on… there it is.” He said as you began to shudder around him, your body collapsing against his chest. “That’s my girl.” He said, but he didn’t give you a moment of rest.

Just as promised he picked you up as he stood, before dropping your feet to the floor. He turned you around, his hand pushing firmly against your back, getting you to bend over your boss’s desk in front of you.

Your face and chest were pushed onto the desk top as Peter took your arms, folding them behind your back and holding them firmly in place with a single hand as he lined himself back up to your entrance with his other.

You let out a loud gasp as he slammed his hips into your ass as he bottomed out inside you. “Oh baby, you look so pretty like this.” He said as he began to snap his hips faster.

You almost completely forgot where you were as the feeling of his cock spearing you open sent shockwaves of pleasure to your core. Your gasps and moans grew louder and louder as you felt yet another climax quickly building inside you. “Fuck, FUCK! Oh my god! Peter.”

“Mmm baby, I love it when you say my name like that.” You could feel his thrusts growing sloppier. You knew he was close, only holding himself together so he could make you cum one last time.

He shifted you both back slightly between thrusts so he could reach his hand around between your legs and started rubbing quick circles around your clit, bringing you to your climax faster. He watched as you screwed up your eyes, your mouth hanging open in a silent oh for just a moment before your orgasm hit and you began to shudder around him once more, your voice finally ringing out into the air of the office.

“That’s it baby.” He said as he removed his hand from between your legs.

You felt him pump one, two, three more times before the removed himself from you, pulling you up off the desk with one arm and encouraging you to turn around and get on your knees in front of him, his other hand pumping his length.

You knelt before him, opening your mouth wide, sticking your tongue out waiting for him to cum. You closed your eyes in anticipation just in case as you listened to him grunt. Then you felt the tip of his cock on the flat of your tongue and his cum burst into your mouth. You shaped your tongue around his length trying to contain as much of it in your mouth as you could.

As you felt him still you opened your eyes to look up at him, giving his length and slit a lick for good measure and he twitched away from you at the sensitivity, You didn’t look away from his eyes as you swallowed his salty cum with a closed lipped smile.

“Fuck, your gorgeous.” He said as he took your face in his hands and bent over to kiss your lips. “Now come on. Pick your panties up off the floor, it’s time to go home.”

You didn’t argue with him. You both put yourselves back together before you left the office. You quickly closed down your computer and you left hand in hand.

When you went back to work the next day your boss’s face was a picture. You watched him closely when he came in. Stepping into his office, you hot on his heels with his morning coffee and a notepad ready to take down his orders for the morning, you saw him pause. His brow furrowed as he looked around the room.

“Everything okay sir?” You dutifully asked.

“Huh?! Yeah!” He suddenly barked not wanting to seem vulnerable. “Yeah.” He looked down at the papers on his desk confused again until he saw the Manila envelope. “When did these get here?” He asked as he sat himself down in his chair and began opening up the photos and scanning through them.

“Uh I think Mr Parker dropped them off last night.” You feigned innocence.

“Really?” Your boss pondered. He suddenly looked up at you as if finally remembering who you were and where he was. “Right. I want Anderson up here stat. I need him in here brainstorming headlines with me to get these out on the front page first thing!” He shouted at you, his hand slamming the photos on the desk as he leaned back and kicked his feet up.

“Yes, sir.”

“And make sure you get finance to send Parker over his money.” He commanded as he picked the photos back up and started looking through them again.

“Is that everything sir?”

“What!? Yes! Of course! Now get out of here!” He barked and you quickly hurried from the room.

As you sat back at your desk you smiled to yourself. Peter had been right, although he knew something was up, your boss didn’t have a clue what had really taken place in his office the night before.

#peter parker x reader #peter parker #andrew!peter parker #peter parker imagine #spider-man #andrew!peter x reader #tasm!peter parker #tasm peter parker x reader #j jonah jameson #Peter Parker smut #late kinktober

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jhkfan123 · 3 months

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𝑁𝐴𝑉𝐼𝐺𝐴𝑇𝐼𝛰𝑁

JHKFAN123

requests open! (and encouraged)

jhkfan123 sign: aquarius minor 🥂🌷🎀

currently writing for: tom blyth, coriolanus snow

i do write:

fem!reader character/actor x reader romance fluff angst one shots full length series(s)

i do not write:

heavy smut (a tiny bit is ok) polyamory pedophillia male!reader

masterlist below!

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ENCHANTED - TOM BLYTH

preface & chapter 1

chapter 2

chapter 3

chapter 4

chapter 5

chapter 6

chapter 7

chapter 8

chapter 9

chapter 10

chapter 11

chapter 12

story complete

CORIOLANUS SNOW

money, power glory

you're losing me

scandal

million dollar man

don't forget me (like the others)

after last night

big shot

dress

phantom

more coming soon!

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because i liked a boy

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cult-of-the-eye · 21 days

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the most insane fic idea came to me hear me out, it's the 19th century, jon is at oxford and he is living life as normally as he can get, only occasionally getting splitting headaches and visions of other people's trauma. he gets kidnapped by a strange man who preaches about apocalypses, chosen ones and eyes. oh and he also might be in love with him. cue the most toxic, one-sided jonelias to ever have been seen

#i could literally imagine it #like jon behind bars #in some dingy prison cell #elias is some fancy scholar #elias comes down every day to ask jon if he's feeling better #jon spits at him #etc etc #i want this fic to be injected into my veins oh my god #tma #the magnus archives #jonathan sims #elias bouchard #jonelias #jonah magnus #tma au #tma fic #fic ideas

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therealmsdelulu · 8 months

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Thirst Tweets pt 2!

Summary: Reader and Jonah return to Buzzfeed to read more despicable tweets.

Warnings: Sexual humour, implied 'cheating' but Y/N is the girlfriend and the fans don't know.

"I'm Y/N Y/L/N," you say smiling brightly at the camera before shifting your gaze to Jonah.

"And I'm Jonah Hauer King," he said smiling at the camera before returning your gaze.

"And today we're back with buzzfeed because we didn't learn the first time. " you joke.

"I think you should go first," Jonah suggested.

"Sure, why not," you shrugged and reached into the bucket. "Y/N is so mommy she could solve all my mommy issues."

"Y/N, a mommy? Not a good idea," Jonah joked and you playfully smacked him,

"I would love and cherish all my children," you claimed and Jonah reached into the bucket and grabbed a slip of paper.

"The feminine urge to be railed by Jonah Hauer King," Jonah read as more of a question than a statement and you nodded discretely at the camera.

"What does that mean," Jonah asked laughing nervously.

"Don't worry about it," you said digging into the bucket. "Y/N Y/L/N is so mfing bae. It should be a crime to be that damn fine."

"It should be a crime," you joked and Jonah playfully rolled his eyes.

"Jonah's girlfriend is one strong mfing soldier. Cause if my bf was costars with Y/N's fine ass I would've had to get out of the picture," you read another tweet.

"Jonah's girlfriend is a lovely individual and she's super gorg," you said to the camera and Jonah smiled at you knowingly.

"Mhm. I second that. I love my girlfriend," Jonah added on and you playfully rolled your eyes.

"Moving on," you said and Jonah grabbed a tweet.

"Jonah Hauer King please come explore my wild uncharted waters," he read clearly confused and you burst out into laughter knowing what it meant immediately.

"What does that mean, what do any of these mean?" He asked looking at you laughing nervously.

"Don't worry about it," you said picking up another tweet, "There's no way someone as fine as Prince Eric was walking around that island fucking single," You read smiling.

"Not anymore, he's cuffed guys," you reminded the camera.

"Cuffed? Like jail?" Jonah looked at you for answers.

"I swear my grandma knows more gen-z vocab than you do," you joked.

"Y/N Y/L/N is the literal embodiment of beauty," you read. "Thank you, love," you smiled widely at the camera and Jonah smiled at you as well admiring you not so subtlety.

Jonah pulled a tweet out of the bucket and read it, "Jonah Hauer King, I can't sing but I can put my mouth to other uses,"

You laughed loudly and covered your mouth and Jonah shook his head in laughter actually understanding that one.

"I think this should be the last time we do this," Jonah suggested.

"I agree," you said but dug into the bucket anyway. "Y/N Y/L/N is definitely a top," you nodded and winked at the camera and Jonah raised his eyebrows knowing that statement wasn't true.

"And here's the last one," Jonah said way too happily, "Y/N Y/L/N can like, stick her tongue down my throat and i would not be upset,"

"Time and Date and I'm on it," you joked to the camera and Jonah gagged.

"Anyways," he said scoffing, "That's the last of them, finally."

"The last time we'll be in these dreaded seats,"

"Comment down below if me and Jonah should start a yt channel," you said half joking.

"Please don't give her ideas-"

A/N:Do give me ideas don't listen to Jonah 🙄

#jonah hauer king x reader #jonah hauer king #jonah hauer king x y/n #jonah hauer king fanfiction #jonah imagine #jonah hauer king imagine #jonah hauer king fluff #jonah hauer king fics #thirst tweets #fanfic

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megalony · 8 months

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Hidden Truths- Part 3

This is the next part of my Jonah Hauer-King series, sorry its taken me so long to get round to this part. I hope you all like it, feedback is always lovely.

@jonahhauer-kingg @melaninjoys @luna2034 @mystiqueprincess @fangirl-tothemax @musicistheway @wandamaximoffbae @notagreekgal28

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Summary: Jonah's wife is a well kept secret from the rest of the world, they like their privacy and anonymity. Especially with a baby on the way. But their privacy is threatened when a stalker starts to invade Jonah's private life.

Enjoy.

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"Come home! Now!" Jonah was taken back by her high pitched voice and by how each word was spluttered between ragged breaths like she had been running a mile. Or panicking. He pressed his finger to his free ear and took a few steps away from everyone to try and concentrate but he could already feel the way his heart was jumping out of his chest. "Baby calm down, tell me what's going on. Are you alright, are you in labour?" That was the first thing on his mind. Jonah had a sneaking suspicion that whenever (Y/n) went into labour, he wouldn't be there. It would be just their luck that he was out running an errand or doing something promotional like this and (Y/n)'s waters would break without him there. He wanted to be there for every second, he didn't want to miss anything or have it start and him be miles away, racing back to her. "Jonah please come home… I- I think someone's trying to break in the house."

He couldn't even pull into his own driveway. Two police cars had wedged into Jonah's parking spot in the drive and an ambulance was parked out front. Was this a good sign or a very bad one? If the police were here it meant they could control the situation and stop whoever had decided to break into his house. But Jonah needed to know if the ambulance was here for a reason or just a precaution.

With his car wedged as close to the drive as possible, Jonah scrambled out and bolted down the driveway.

He had never driven so fast and carelessly in his life.

By the time Jonah had ran the situation past his manager and got to his car, the phone line went dead and he had no more communication with (Y/n). All he knew was that she had gotten upstairs and tried to baracade herself in their room. He didn't know what happened after that and he had been praying all the way home that this wouldn't be as serious as his gut told him it was.

Someone had broken into his home, sure, but maybe they were just trying to put the frightners on them. Maybe they were going to play a game and scare (Y/n) then leave.

That was the simple explination with no injuries or trauma or chaotic events. That was what Jonah was praying for.

As soon as the line went dead, Jonah called the police. He couldn't risk ringing (Y/n) and having the person in the house hear her phone and find out where she was. It was already on file that someone was stalking the couple so as soon as Jonah reeled off his name, address and situation, it was a high priority.

His feet curved and stumbled beneath him as he bolted through the front door that was wide open and almost knocked down an officer in the process.

"Is this your husband?"

"Jonah!"

He couldn't breathe. He felt like a deer caught in the headlights, unsure where to look, what to do or how to keep himself standing upright when he wanted to flop down to his knees and faint.

There she was, his girl, his wife, his one and only, sat on the stairs surrounded by two police officers and two paramedics.

As soon as her eyes latched onto him she was nodding her head and crying, gasping for breath from relief and shock.

Jonah bypassed the officers who let him through and the moment (Y/n) was within reach, he grabbed her. His arms wrapped around her upper back and shoulders and his fingers tangled in her hair like she had come back from the dead to visit him. His lips buried in her hair to kiss her head and he inhaled her scent, trying to stop the lightheaded feeling from overtaking his system.

He could feel (Y/n) kissing his neck and her shaking breaths soaking into his skin and her arm that coiled around his waist so her fingers could scrape up and down his back.

Out of all the scenarios he had been imagining on his way home, this was by far the best one. Having (Y/n) conscious and relatively unharmed like this was all he could of asked for and more.

"Oh, sweetheart," Crouching down, Jonah kissed her forehead repeatedly and sighed against her skin, moving his hands to cup her face so he could press his temple against hers and look her over. He kissed her lips, wet with tears, and soaked up her quiet murmurs and broken noises, sighing when he felt her fingers scraping through his hair.

With the little effort he had left, Jonah let his weight collapse down onto the second step on the stairs. His body went down with a thud and his hands were on (Y/n) in an instant while his eyes raked her over three, four, fives times to check for injuries she might have sustained. His palms roamed across her thighs and down her legs that bumped into his before his hands roamed upwards, eventually settling on her stomach where he pressed his forehead when his vision blurred.

A paramedic was knelt on the floor pressed up against the wall to deal with (Y/n)'s right wrist. When Jonah glanced over, bile dwelled at the base of his throat. She had a wound, a cut much more than skin deep that went from her wrist halfway down her arm. Gauze and bandages were being tightly wrapped around the wound until they could get it stitched up properly in a hospital.

Tilting his head up, Jonah let his eyes rake over (Y/n)'s features while his hand moved to cup the side of her face. She was flushed and her nose and cheeks were dripping with tears, but she had no cuts or bruises anywhere else and she wasn't screaming in pain so he could guess she hadn't badly hurt herself, much to his relief.

"What happened?"

(Y/n) leaned her aching head into Jonah's touch and willed the tears to stop falling. Everything had happened so fast, (Y/n) couldn't comprehend what had actually taken place.

"She… she had a knife, she was so, emotional and angry. I got the knife off her w-when she cut me, then she tackled me to the floor to g-get it back. She heard the sirens and ran."

(Y/n) couldn't stay hiding in the bedroom when the frantic girl was banging on the door to the point she was only going to break it down. There was no point staying hidden and let her wreck the whole house, and (Y/n) couldn't climb out the window to escape, not in her pregnant state. So she opened the door and tried to get past her, she didn't see the knife until it was too late and the blade sliced open her arm like melted butter.

She didn't know where her courage came from to wrench the knife away from the girl and then in a flash, they were both on the floor and (Y/n) threw it as far as she could so neither of them got hurt.

It didn't bear thinking about what the girl would have done if the police hadn't turned up at the right time. Their sirens scared her so much that she got up and fled back the way she came in. She hadn't counted on (Y/n) ringing Jonah and him calling the police, clearly she didn't know what she was doing and didn't have any kind of master plan.

"Have you found her, did you go after her?" Jonah craned his head to look behind him. Something inside of him would just errupt if they told him they didn't know where this lunatic had gone. She couldn't be wandering the streets, free to try and come back again to finish what she started or go and hurt anyone else.

"The team have her in sight, they're about to apprehend her now." That was something good, at least.

With a sigh, Jonah eased his right arm around (Y/n)'s waist and moved his other hand back to her stomach before her perched his chin on her shoulder and kissed her neck. He felt her lean her cheek against the top of his head and the comfort she gave him was overwhelming. He had visions of coming home to find her lying in a pool of blood or screaming in agony or finding her unconscious somewhere in the house.

"I- I feel sick,"

"Take some deep breaths, in through the nose… out through the mouth."

(Y/n) leaned forward until her forehead was pressed against Jonah's bicep so she was doubled over and her hands curled around his arm, holding it tightly against her chest as if it would take away the unease she felt.

The paramedic held out a sick bag in front of her for a minute, then two, but the nausea never came. An unsettling feeling bubbled in her stomach and at the base of her throat and the deep breaths she tried to take only made her feel worse, like she was flooding her head with helium and it was soon going to explode. She could feel Jonah's hand gliding up and down her back and his other hand stayed pressed flat against her stomach, keeping her held up so she didn't fall down to the floor.

"Okay?" Jonah whispered quietly against the back of her head while he curled around her side.

"No,"

"Why, baby what's wrong?" The urgency in his voice was unmistakeable and (Y/n) felt his arms tighten around her until they were almost shaking. Why wasn't she okay? What was wrong, was she going to be sick after all? Was she about to faint?

Jonah couldn't help but dig his fingertips into her skin when he felt her start to shake against him. But when she started to quietly whimper and he felt tears soaking into his bicep, he went rigid. His eyes flitted across to look at the paramedic who tried to check her pulse, but he couldn't do much until she uncurled and told them what was wrong.

"Baby you're scaring me,"

"My water broke," A burning sob followed (Y/n)'s words and when she slowly straightened up enough for Jonah to see her tear-stained face, he looked down to see her leggings were soaked.

"Let's get you in the ambulance and to the hospital."

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Pain burned in Jonah's eyes that were fixed down on his wife. It wasn't enough to be able to hear her sobs and endure her whimpers that cut through to his heart each time. He could see the anguish on her face as plain as ever. Her eyes were scrunched up so tight they were about to burst, her lips were rolled together and her nose was crinkled up. Sweat prickled on her brow and a steady shake had set in her bones.

Her right arm was resting on a pillow and a very attentative, understanding nurse was sat next to the bed, finishing off the stitches. The mild injection she'd given (Y/n) to numb the pain wasn't taking the edge off, even cleaning the wound had made (Y/n) sob and each pull of the stitch sent her reeling.

For the last twenty minutes, Jonah had stood leaning against the bedframe with one hand deadlocked in (Y/n)'s fist and the other raking slowly through her hair to try and calm her down. But he didn't know what else he could do and watching her cry out and writhe in pain like this was slowly killing him.

When (Y/n) moved their interlocked hands and roughly pushed them into the side of her stomach, Jonah glanced up at the ceiling to try and compose himself. The contractions hadn't stopped since the ride in the ambulance and the more (Y/n) had, the more worried they both became.

"Will the doctor be round soon?" They had been promised a doctor from the moment they were brought into A&E and it had been just over half an hour now since they arrived. Jonah didn't want to wait any longer, they needed to do something.

They needed to check on their little girl and make sure she was alright and see if they could stop labour from happening. Waiting wasn't going to help, it would only make things worse.

"I'll go and see if she's free," With the last stitch done and the wound freshly cleaned, the nurse stood up, removed her gloves and left the room with a small, friendly smile.

"I- I'm not even eight months yet."

"We might not have her today, they might be able to give you an injection, like the paramedic said." The paramedic wasn't able to give (Y/n) any medication on route to the hospital but he had told them this didn't certainly mean labour. It could be false contractions or (Y/n) might be able to get some meds that would lessen the contractions and put off labour for a few days or even weeks. If they could get that medicine, they needed it now.

Leaning down, Jonah pressed his lips against her burning temple and moved his hand from her hair so his arm could wrap around her shoulders when she sat forward.

(Y/n) leaned her head into Jonah's chest and curled her right hand around his bicep, albeit shakily. She wanted to be as close as physically possible and more so, she wanted comfort and touch and anything Jonah could give that would make her feel better and take away the panic she was feeling.

"Mrs King?"

A woman who looked to be in her mid-thirties came in with a calming smile and the same nurse as before, wheeling through an ultrasound machine. All (Y/n) could do was nod and fight back a scream when her stomach tensed and electric shocks rattled down to her toes.

"Okay, your notes say you had a fall, any pain before your waters broke? Tenderness or a tightening feeling?"

"No, nothing." (Y/n) didn't even fall on her stomach when the girl tackled her down, she stumbled back, grabbed the door and fell down on her bum. Other than a jolt, her stomach hadn't been touched or hurt in any way and she felt fine before the stupid girl ruined her day. All of them would have been fine if she hadn't of done what she did.

"That's good. I'm going to do an ultrasound, check baby's heartbeat and make sure your placenta hasn't moved, then we can take it from there."

Turning her head, (Y/n) glanced up at Jonah who smiled softly before he pressed a delicate kiss to her temple. He leaned his arm on the bedframe and kept his other hand tightly joined with hers when the doctor approached (Y/n)'s other side. the doctor didn't sound too worried and she wasn't fluttering about in a panic, that had to be a good sign.

(Y/n) rolled her stomach up to her bra and leaned back but her body wouldn't relax like she wanted it to. She felt like a coil, pulled in so tightly that at any moment she was going to snap back. Not even her legs would relax, the muscles in her legs were tense and tight and pulling upwards.

She could feel Jonah's nose tickling the top of her head and brushing against her hair but she knew his eyes were trained on the monitor across from him like they were watching the moon landing.

It was like a soft drumbeat filled the silence when the doctor moved the sonogram around and the image appeared in black and white.

Jonah wanted to smile, he wanted to laugh and grin and relax because he could sense the relief in (Y/n), but all he could do was purse his lips against (Y/n)'s temple and arch his back out.

Something didn't feel right, it was like a shift in the atmosphere and the longer he listened to his baby's heartbeat, the more paranoid he felt. The noise should have calmed him down like it did (Y/n) because he knew she had a small worry that maybe there wouldn't be a heartbeat after all the scuffle and panic.

Was it supposed to be that slow? Was it just slow in comparison to his erratic heartbeat? Was he imagining things or were the doctor and nurse murmuring to themselves and looking uneasy?

"Is something wrong?" His lips barely moved away from (Y/n)'s temple but his question was audible enough.

"The umbilical cord is around baby's neck and it's causing some distress," She spoke as if it was some minor inconvenience, clearly years of practice in calming down patients, but her expression was not so controlled.

This was anything but good.

"W-what do we do then?"

"We can't put off labour or wait for labour to start, baby is already distressed and could suffocate. I'm scheduling you for an emergency C-section, now."

(Y/n)'s cry was agonising but her breathless gasps and flooding tears made Jonah's own eyes start to water. He untangled his fingers from hers and moved both arms around her chest and back, coiling her into his chest as he buried his face in her hair, trying to smother his own noises of discontent. His arms tightened around her when she leaned forward as if she was about to climb off the bed and make a break for it. He wasn't sure if she was trying to get up or whether she was just too distraught to stay sat down, either way, his hold on his wife tightened significantly.

"Shh, sweetheart, breathe with me, please." He felt her hands wrap around his arm as he pleaded with her to calm down and listen to him.

If their baby was already distressed, (Y/n) panicking wasn't going to do either of them any favours and Jonah couldn't stand to see her like this.

"T-this isn't right!"

It's not fair!

"I know baby, I know." His lips stayed moulded against her burning temple and he found himself quietly humming against her skin to try and get her to calm down with him. He could feel her nails puncturing into his arm but he paid it no mind, it was nothing compared to the aching in his heart.

"Mr King, please lay her down flat on her back. Now."

"What?"

The urgency in the doctor's voice was unnerving and it contrasted to the utter panic in Jonah's eyes when he lifted his head to look across at her. Her worried expression had changed to something stern and demanding, almost as if she was cross and for a moment, Jonah worried he had done something wrong.

"She haemorrhaging, lay her down." As quick as anything, she leaned over and swiped the pillow from behind (Y/n)'s back and urged Jonah to move her.

He barely felt himself tilting (Y/n) back until he had to press his hips into the bed frame and lean over when she wouldn't let go of his arm that she pinned across her chest. But when he managed to turn his head to the left, all the colour drained from his body. The bedding was changing from crystal white to dark rouge.

"Jonah? I don't feel good." (Y/n) gripped his arm as tightly as she could but she felt like she was going to be sick. Her stomach was twisting into knots but her pelvis was tingling and pins and needles were shooting down to her toes.

"I know, but you'll be alright soon. I promise, sweetheart, you'll be fine."

God, how he meant it.

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"Can you see her?" Everything was turning and tilting. (Y/n) felt like the room was uneven and shifting beneath her like she was on a ship sailing on rough seas. The lights were too bright, the room was too warm and the noises were deafening and igniting the headache forming behind her eyes.

But she did her best to keep her eyes open and look up at Jonah. He looked different and not just because of what he was wearing. The gown he wore went from his neck down to his knees and covered his arms right up to the tight gloves he had been strapped in. And the hair net didn't do much to make him look any more normal, he didn't look right without his curls on show. But at least she could see his face.

Every emotion had crossed his face already, he went from panic-stricken to worried, to smiling and then back to sternly frowning like he was disagreeing or even disappointed.

Right now, he just looked concerned.

Both his gloved hands were wrapped around (Y/n)'s left hand but from where he stood, he could see both (Y/n) and her stomach, hidden from her own view by the large sheet pinned up. It was like her body had been split into two halves, both of which Jonah was permitted to see, but (Y/n) wasn't. She couldn't see below her breasts.

"Not yet, sweetheart," Jonah lifted (Y/n)'s hand up and down a few times, trying to shake out the nervous energy rattling through him. He barely smiled at her before he darted his eyes back to the doctors next to him.

He didn't want to miss the moment they held his daughter.

Jonah should be the first one to hold her. They should have been sitting in a delivery room five or six weeks from now, being handed their daughter crying and wriggling and relatively stress-free. Not laid here in an operating room, waiting for doctors to wrench her free and take her away before Jonah could even cuddle her.

(Y/n) figured out the moment her daughter was separated from her; she saw the light change in Jonah's eyes and the light twitch in the corner of his lips.

She didn't look the right colour to Jonah, instead of a dusty pink he could see a pale grey complexion on his daughter like she was dead. Her tiny body was wriggling- no, shaking, and a dripping, pastel pink cord was wound tight around her; neck like a noose!

"She's here," Jonah smoothed one hand up and down (Y/n)'s arm but he couldn't break his attention away from their daughter.

He watched, something close to anguish burning in his chest as the doctor carefully unravelled the cord from her delicate neck and turned her in his hands to try and get her to breathe. Jonah was relieved more than ever not to have to witness them stick tubes down her throat her whack her on the back to get her to breathe. A fickle little whimper spluttered past her lips and her small eyes scrunched up as she began to cry.

Music to their ears.

"I want her, please…" (Y/n) couldn't see any of the doctors, the only person she could see was her husband who was now a mix of crying and smiling while he started to shake.

She wanted to see her baby, even if they wouldn't let her touch or hold her yet. (Y/n) wanted to see her face and assure herself that she was actually alright and here. And she wanted Jonah to hold her, she wanted to see their daughter in his arms so their girl knew one of her parents was watching over her while the other one couldn't. She needed to know they were here.

Jonah took a step to the side, moving more towards (Y/n)'s head so the doctor could move beside him with their little girl wriggling in a towel in his arms.

(Y/n) didn't realise how badly she was shaking until she reached her free arm over and rubbed a shaky finger across her baby's forehead. She was so soft and warm, she felt like she was made from cotton wool.

"She's perfect,"

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