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shelbygun · 1 month

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silent work

pairing: jonathan crane x fem!reader

summary: it was impossible for you to stay still in his lap

warnings: cockwarming, smut, dom!jonathan, reader is a little needy

a/n: i just need to be on jon's lap, now (pss, it's my first fic, so sorry for the spelling mistakes, english is not my first language!)

When Jonathan works, you must be silent. He would put you on his lap, with his cock inside you while his eyes ran over papers, and you must not make even the slightest noise, otherwise he would punish you. It’s simple.

You never disobey that rule of silence, you are always with your pretty little mouth closed, your face hidden in his neck. Sometimes you even managed to fall asleep.

But today you didn't feel so obedient.

You were bored of listening to the papers pass through Jonathan's fingers, the unbearable typing of his computer. He was analyzing some records of his recent patients, that meant you had to be quiet and still, not disturbing.

But boredom was killing you, and it didn't help to feel the veins of his cock throbbing against your walls, making the desire to move increase more and more.

You glanced at Jonathan's face, who was too focused on what was written on the papers, and something crossed your mind.

"If I move a little, he won't notice."

Then, unable to hold on any longer, your hips began to move very carefully, trying not to raise suspicions and to be as sneaky as possible.

You felt a sense of relief when you were able to move and have his cock finally act inside you in a more pleasurable way.

The slight circles that your hips traced on Jonathan's lap were increasing in speed without you realizing it, but he did.

"Stay still, I'm not done yet. " He murmured quietly, holding your waist to make you stop.

You complained. "Please, Jonny..."

"No. I said stay still."

You pouted, burying your face in his neck and giving an annoyed huff. You had been like this for about an hour or even two and you still couldn't move, it was totally unfair.

About five minutes passed and you couldn't take it anymore, you had to move and end this otherwise you would go crazy.

No matter what Jonathan was going to say, you started moving again. You let out a low moan, feeling like that light friction was a gift from God.

"Don't. Move." Jonathan growled.

You let out an annoyed whine, pouting. "J-just allow me a little, Jonny... I feel very full..."

He sighed, putting the paperwork aside and focusing on you. "I said no. Stay still now." He demanded, grabbing your hips tightly, stopping your movements. "You're behaving very badly, fucking slut."

"P-please! Just a little more..." You pleaded, looking at him with your puppy eyes. You felt needy, your little pussy was begging for more.

Jonathan looked at you thoughtfully, deciding what to do. Then he looked down at the union of the two of you and at the incomplete work on the table.

"Fine, I let you. Just be quick." he finally said, sighing and making enough room for you to finish what you were starting.

Green light to continue.

You were actually moving now, putting your hands on his shoulders to make it easier. The little jumps you did made you moan like a dumb whore. It was all so relieving for you.

"Keep going, little slut. I want to see you cum." He murmured quietly, amused by how you moved so quickly, wanting to reach your orgasm. "Such a silly girl, huh? Always in need of cock..."

You moaned at his words, which encouraged you to go faster and reach your goal. You felt his hands on your hips, helping you with the jumps.

“O-oh, fuck…” you let a light whimper, biting your lips. You felt your legs trembling, your pussy squeezing his cock and that knot in your stomach was about to explode.

With one last moan you cum, panting softly. The mess you made oozed from your lips, staining Jonathan's pants white. You felt dizzy, but your face had a relieved smile.

You let your head fall onto his shoulder, regulating your breathing. You still had his cock inside you, and you will continue like that until he finishes his work, while you feel your sticky liquid.

"Such a little slut, always in need of Daddy's cock..."

#cillian x fem!reader #jonathan crane #cillian murphy #jonathan crane x reader #jonathan crane x you #smut #cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy x y/n #batman trilogy #batman begins

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rapz-rites · 10 months

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Oh Baby Pt 2

Can Reader fix the situation caused by misunderstanding and miscommunication

A/N: Sorry this took so long, but it’s done. Enjoy 😉

Word Count: 1.7k+

Warnings: cursing, misunderstanding, hurt feelings

Part 1

“So she's cheating on me?” Anyone could hear the pain in his voice, even Jon did.

Jon suddenly let go of you, and turned to look at Damian. He could see the pain written all over his face. Even though mind reading wasn’t a Kryptonian power, he knew what he was thinking: that you were cheating on him with him.

You were confused. You moved over to see what Jon was looking at. That's when you saw Damian with his brothers. Now he was looking at you.

“Oh no.”

You could tell what he was thinking.

‘My girlfriend and best friend went behind my back’

Gosh you so stupid. How could you have missed this.

You started walking towards him. But after your first step, he turned and walked away. Your heart broke knowing that this was just a misunderstanding from a lack of communication.

“I think you should give him some space,” Dick said, stepping in front of you. He was blocking you so you wouldn’t see which way Damian was headed. Stupid 6 foot tall man.

“No. I have to talk to him.” You went to move around him but he blocked your way again. He gave you a look; leave him alone for now.

“Fine.” You said dropping your shoulders in defeat. You walk towards your car and get in.

“So what are you going to do now?” Asked Jon.

“I’m going to the manor to talk to Damian.” You were determined to talk to him. Though you planned on telling him everything, he has to know now.

You dropped Layla home then headed to the manor.

“Do you think they’ll let us in?”

Why was he asking such a ridiculous question? It didn’t matter to you if they let you in or not. You were going to talk to Damian whether he liked it or not.

On your way to the manor, you had Jon drive as you wrote a short letter to Damian explaining everything. You put the letter in an envelope with sonogram pictures. Once you sealed the letter you put it in the brown bag with the muffins.

Reaching the manor, you and Jon walk up the stairs to the door. You knock waiting for some to answer.

“Hello Miss Y/N” says Alfred as he answers the door. “Master Damian is currently not taking any visitors.”

You can tell he’s trying to be polite. Damian probably told him not to let you in.

“It’s ok Alfred. I just have to drop something off,” you say stepping the manor.

“Anyways I know there’s no stopping you. Also, congratulations. You’ll be great.”

“Thank you Alfie- ” You turned to look at Jon.

“I swear it wasn’t me” Jon puts his hands up in surrender.

“I can assure you the Kent boy didn’t tell me anything. It’s a common saying that expecting mothers glow, and you, Miss Y/N, are glowing.” You smile at the butler and make your way to Damian, bag in hand.

Jon said he was going to try and talk to Damian’s brothers. Try to smooth things out. You wished him luck; he was going to need tons of it.

Stopping in front of his bedroom door, you knock. After a moment you don’t hear anything. As you’re about to knock again the door opens.

It’s your boyfriend. He changed from his casual clothes to his lounge/sleepwear. He looks tired, like he was just sleeping. You can tell from his messy hair and his eyes, cold and lifeless. The first time you woke up from a nap with Damian, you were put off how dead his eyes were when he woke up.

“What do you want?” He says after giving you a once over. Suddenly all your confidence disappeared from your body.

“I wanted to talk to you, and I got you something.” You say shyly. It’s like you were a schoolgirl talking to her crush for the first time.

He opened the door wider to let you in. He took the bag you handed him without looking at it.

As he walked to his bed he dropped the bag on his desk without a second thought. He sat on the edge of his bed, staring at you blankly.

“What did you want to talk about?” He said coldly. He’s never talked to you like this before. No emotion, nothing. He wasn’t even looking at you, he was looking at the floor.

You knelt down before him. He still didn’t make eye contact with you.

“About earlier- ” you couldn’t even start before Damian stopped you.

“Don’t bother,” he said blandly.

You put your hands on his cheeks, forcing you to look at him.

“Please believe me. I could never love Jon the way I love you. Please.” You were practically begging at this point. He held your wrist. Pulling your wrists away from him, he looked you in your eyes.

“Please go.” You could tell he meant it, wanted it. With that you left and headed home. Even though you told Jon not to, he still followed you home to make sure you were okay.

Later that night, everyone was unwinding after patrol. Surprisingly, Bruce let everyone off early. Everyone had changed into casual or lounge clothing, but stayed in the Cave.

“Master Damian, this is for you. I believe it's the muffins from that cafe you like so much,” Alfred said, handing Damian the paper bag ()on a platter of course.

“I don't want it.” Damian didn't even look at the bag. He continued “If it’s from Y/N i don't want anything to do with it.”

Damn.

“Can I have them?” Jason asked. Damian didn’t care, so he just let Jason have it.

As Jason was opening the bag he noticed the envelope.

“Hey Demon Spawn. There’s a letter for you.”

“Throw it away. I don’t care.”

Unfortunately for Damian, Jason doesn’t listen to him majority of the time. Jason opened the letter and read its contents. After looking over it, he mentally debated how he would go about it. He could (1) make a small scene like “Hey Bruce, you’re about to be a grandpa, and not by the man slut Dick” or “The Demon Spawn is going to have demon spawns. So would they be demon spawn^2?” or (2) shove the letter in Damian’s face and force him to read it. Knowing how Damian felt he went with option 3, putting the ultrasound in his face because he would ignore the letter.

As soon as Damian processed the ultrasound in front of him, he grabbed the letter and rushed out of the Cave.

“What’s up with him?” Tim questioned.

“You’ll find out soon enough” Jason responded with a smirk. He turned his head to see a tired Tim. “Damn man, you look like shit, go to bed.”

“Whatever,” Tim rolled his eyes. He knew Jason was right, but he wanted to finish what he was doing before turning in.

Damian was knocking on your door. He hoped you were awake. He couldn’t believe the mistake he had made, not listening to you. It was his mother and grandfather.

‘Always expect betrayal. Trust none’ they would say to him. Even though his father and siblings taught him to have faith in people deep down he still had his grandfather's teachings engraved in him.

Damian wasn’t surprised when he saw Jon open the door. On his way over, he quickly read the letter you wrote. You explained everything to him, from finding out about your pregnancy to Jon and Layla helping you plan how you were going to tell him. Before Jon could even get a word out, Damian spoke up.

“I apologize. I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions before getting all my facts. I should’ve known that you or Y/N would never betray me like that.”

Jon was shocked to say the least. Jon smiled at his best friend and pulled him into a hug. Damian didn't entirely reject or reciprocate the hug, he just wanted to get to you.

“Go to her. He needs you more than ever now” Jon said before leaving your place.

Damian made his way inside your apartment until he reached your bedroom door. It was halfway open, but he still knocked.

“Come in,” you said. You knew it was Damian. You had a feeling it was him when you heard the door. Damian entered your room. He was a bit awkward, but that was expected. As you opened your mouth, Damian spoke before you.

“I'm sorry, Beloved. I’m so sorry. I know there’s no excuse for my behavior, but I hope you can forgive me because I want to be there for you and the baby.” Damian was kneeling holding your hands, practically begging at this point.

You don’t when your eyes start tearing up, but next thing you knew a tear was running down your cheek.

“Did I make you cry? Please don’t cry. I'll do anything to make it up to you, I promise.”

“I forgive you, you big dummy” you said pulling Damian up into a hug. You didn’t realize until after a few moments that you pulled him down onto your bed. You both moved to get into a more comfortable cuddling position.

“I’m sorry I didn't tell you sooner,” you started. “I just needed time to myself to get my thoughts and feelings together.”

“That’s understandable,” said Damian. He was rubbing circles on your lower back. You were slowly drifted off to sleep. The events of today drained you.

“Bruce is going to flip when we tell him, isn't he?” you chuckled.

“Most likely. At least my mother will most likely be pleased that we ‘sired’ an heir” he says back.

You couldn’t help but let out a small giggle.

“Please don’t tell me she's going to try and have the baby climb a mountain at age 5, or swim from coast to coast when they're born?”

Damian couldn’t help but laugh. He didn’t want to correct you, but the first time he attempted to climb a mountain he was 4, but successfully accomplished it on his second try.

“I'll see what I can do. Maybe she can wait until they’re 10” you lightly slapped his chest.

After a few moments, Damian notices your heart rate and breathing slowed down, indicating you were asleep.

“I will love you and the baby, always and forever. Even in my death, you two will be the most important people to me.” Damian kisses the top of your head before falling asleep.

I am done. This took a while but I finished it. 😁

Should I make short blurbs for this series. I was thinking of blurbs for after, not necessarily new parts but little sequels. Like a blurb of the reader giving birth and one of the babies first everything. Like that. If you’re into it lmk and I’ll do it

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whatdoeseverybodywant · 3 months

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All Falls Down - Chapter 7

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“Hi baby,” Shanté said as she pulled herself up off the ground. “You miss me?”

“Are you out of your fucking mind?” Josh seethed, stepping into Shanté’s personal space. “How did you get my address?! My fucking kids are here Shanté” Shanté shrugged and reached up to cup his face but he smacked her hand away,

“Look, I know you said you don’t want to see me nomore, but that was just her talking right?” She stepped closer to him. “She’s making you stop talking to me.” Josh inhaled a deep breath through his nostrils and took a step back from her.

“Shantê you gotta go, you trippin’ forreal.” Jon had stepped in between his brother and Shanté after successfully getting his nephews in the house. She sucked her teeth and mushed his face away from her which set off Trinity who had just come back outside.

“Oh bitch you done fucked up now.” Trinity stormed towards Shanté and shoved her to the ground before getting on top of her and landing some pouches before Jon pulled her off of Shanté. Kiyana, who had come back outside also ran over and got a couple of hits on Shanté too before also being pulled off her by Josh.

“You stupid bitch!” Kiyana yelled out as she was being carried into the house. “Don’t bring ya’ dumbass to my fucking house anymore!” Shanté pulled herself off of the ground and all but ran to her rental car and sped away from the house.

Josh slammed the door behind him once he got Kiyana inside.

“I want you gone.” She seethed, pointing a finger in his face. “Pack your shit and get the fuck out!.”

“Kiy-” He tried to cut her off but he stopped once he saw the look on her face.

“That bitch came to my fucking house Joshua! Our fucking kids are here!” Josh watched as Kiyana paced around the living room. Jon and Trin had taken all of the boys upstairs and he was very grateful for that because they did not need to see their mom this angry.

“I don’t know how she got our address, Key. You know I would never put you or our boys in danger.” Kiyana rolled her eyes. “I’m being serious, Key.” She shook her head with a slight chuckle.

“None of this would be happening if you would’ve just kept your dick in your pants. Like you really looked at that woman and said ‘yeah imma cheat on my wife with her’ “ She said, mocking his voice.

“I’m sorry.” He didn’t know what else to say. He was sorry and If he could go back 4 months ago and walk away from Shanté he would. “We had a good session with Dr. Ander-”

“Fuck Dr. Anderson!” She shouted. “That woman came to my house. Any thought of working on our relationship is dead.” She gave him one more menacing glare before making her way up the stairs and slamming the bedroom door.

It felt like Josh was having an episode of Déjà vu as he knocked on the bedroom door to let Kiyana know he was heading to the airport and would be back home in a couple of days. It was like they were back at square one, she had locked him out of the bedroom again and was back to ignoring him and only talking to him when the boys were around.

He knew as soon as he entered the arena for Monday Night Raw he needed to put Shanté in her place. Her showing up to his house was completely out of line and quite frankly, she got what she deserved.

Josh groaned as he entered the men’s shared locker room and saw Joe standing there talking to a group of NIL new hires that had been asked to come to RAW

“Good afternoon to you too, Uce.” Joe said with a smirk on his face as he dismissed the group of young hopefuls.

“Why you here Joe?” Josh grunted as he plopped down on the nearest chair. He sighed and rubbed his forehead, waiting for Joe’s response.

“Working, just like you.” Joe snickered at the look that Josh threw his way. “I’m not supposed to be here or somethin’” ? Josh sighed again and decided to ignore Joe. They both snapped their heads towards the door when someone started to bang on it.

“Josh! I know you're in there!” More banging “Come out here and talk to me!” Joe smirked and raised an eyebrow.

“You might wanna go handle that Uce.”

“Man, shut the fuck up.” Josh glared over at Joe before standing up and going into the hallway to talk to Shanté.

“You gotta chill, forreal. You makin’ yourself look stupid as hell.” It was at that moment , Josh realized he didn’t know what he saw in Shanté. She was being a bog pain in the ass ever since he told her that he didn’t want to see her anymore.

“You just stood there the other day and let that bitch put her hands on me.” Shanté whined.

“Whoa, watch your fucking mouth.” Josh glared over at her “You came to our fucking house, where our kids were and you expected my wife to not do anything to you?” Shanté rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest.

“So now that's your wife?” Shanté scoffed, “I coulda swore a couple of weeks ago you was pillow talkin’ to me about wanting a divorce and being with me. But now you claiming her as your wife.” Shanté scoffed again and rolled her eyes.

Joe’s eyes widened as he listened to Shanté and Josh’s conversation. You fucking dummy, Joe thought. A divorce? From Kiyana? Joe knew it wasn’t just sex between the two of them, not with the way Shanté was acting. Ain't no woman go act that way if it was just sex. Joe smirked as he got an idea in his head and pulled out his phone to call Kiyana.

👀

don't give up on me yet y'all

i promise all the good stuff is coming, i just need to get Joe, Kiyana and Josh in the same room for all the good shit to start.

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unmotivatedwrit3r · 4 months

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Cloudy Christmastime

damian wayne x reader x jonathan kent

(A/N): Before anyone protests, I headcanon the Wayne family as celebrating both Jewish holidays like Yom Kippur and Hanukkah as well as Christmas and Easter because yes, Bruce is ethnically Jewish (though may have done Christmas as well) but Dick/Jason/Tim/Steph would have likely celebrated Christmas. So they do both.

Anyway, this is a christmas gift for @glorified-red and literally the 5th take on this fic bc they first said Hallmark movie, then damijon hallmark movie, then whump. And then it took me three tries to get something I was close to happy with so I hope you enjoy. This ended up being a mix of domestic fluff and h/c.

warnings: sensory overload

wc: ~2600

“Tell me again why Santa doesn’t bring us gifts if he’s real. Like our dads have met him. And he still doesn’t bring us presents,” Jon lamented from the couch, bundled up in four blankets.

From your spot on the floor by the tree, you looked up, an eyebrow raised in amusement. “Because we’re not kids anymore? And how do you know Santa ever brought us gifts?”

“Perhaps,” Damian added, passing Jon a cup of hot chocolate. He placed a second cup on the coffee table and lifted one to his lips. “He only brought gifts to people to make a point. I never received any from him as a child but father has gotten many over the years.”

Jon listed to the side, head landing on Damian’s shoulder. “I think that’s worse.”

For the first time in a while, Jon felt Damian’s huff of laughter more than he heard it. Your small chuckle was similarly inaudible. Jon hated solar flaring. Not only was it a pain to deal with for the day and change—one could argue he got either lucky or really unlucky by solar flaring the morning of Christmas Eve—but it always threw his senses out of whack as they trickled back in. And, with the gray skies of Gotham’s winter, Jon was expecting it to be even weirder than usual. It was worth it though, to him, in order to spend the day itself with his partners. It was enough that the Kent family Christmas Eve was ruined by Lex Luthor. He wasn’t going to let his Christmas day be ruined too.

“I’m sorry, mi sol,” you offered with a shrug and a smile. Jon met your grin with his own. A full-body shiver wracked his frame. Your gaze turned concerned. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” Jon agreed, “Just chilly.” Damian’s arm wrapped further around Jon, pulling their sides flush against each other. Jon maneuvered the blankets away to soak in his warmth.

“Ameli, we can turn the heat up,” Damian offered.

“Nope,” Jon argued, nuzzling into Damian’s neck. “This is good.” Damian’s resulting huff of air teased at the hair on the top of Jon’s head.

“Mi luna?” You asked from the floor. Damian turned to look at you. Jon followed, eyes traveling over the mound of presents arranged under the tree. There was a pile around the back of the tree against the wall for Damian’s family (Jon still needed to give Dick his gift from the Hanukkah celebration a couple weeks ago. The blue dreidel paper was obvious against the sea of brown, red, and green wrapping paper.), and a smaller one for yours. The empty gap left behind after the Kent Christmas was already filled in with a large box Jon was like ninety percent sure was a new easel for Damian. You ordered it, not him, but Jon couldn’t think of anything else on any of your lists that was even close to that size. “Can you hand me that please?” You gestured to a precarious stack on the coffee table.

Damian acquiesced, passing over a teetering pile of vaguely book-shaped items. Who those were for was anyone’s guess. Jon was grateful Alfred had helped you and him pay for some of the gifts for Damian. Looking at the gift tags, it otherwise would have been horribly uneven. And Damian himself wouldn’t have minded, Jon knew, but you and him would have been upset about it anyway. He deserves the world, your rohi. Damian pulled out his phone and snapped a picture of you, still arranging presents under the tree. He showed it quickly to Jon before texting it to him immediately.

“This look okay?” You asked, peeking out from behind the tree. Jon looked it over. He wasn’t sure what he was looking for exactly, but he also wasn’t exactly the reigning opinion on artistic presentation.

“It looks fine, hayati” Damian said, eyes still trained on his phone. You narrowed your eyes at him.

“You didn't even look.”

Damian turned to look at you. “Because I knew it looked fine, beloved.” His eyes scanned the presents. “And it does.”

You shook your head at him, exasperated, before conceding and sitting heavily on the couch. Scooching in, you nearly pressed up against Jon’s other side.

“Come closer,” He whined, untangling a hand from the blankets to grab yours. “You’re warm.”

Jon could feel the look exchanged over his head.

“I’m not that warm,” you argued even as you grabbed the TV remote from the coffee table and arranged the blankets so that you could fit underneath. “You’re just cold.”

Jon shrugged. The hand that wasn’t holding yours reached underneath Damian’s shirt and he swore, grabbing Jon’s wrist to keep its chill away. Another look passed over Jon’s head. He wondered sometimes if the two of you were aware he knew what you were doing and just didn’t care. Probably.

“Are you sure you’re okay, amorcito?” You asked. Jon shrugged.

“It’s cold outside and I’m human but otherwise yeah. I have you two,” he added smugly. Damian’s playful shoulder hit came at the same time as your muttered “sap.” Jon grinned. “So because I’m sick—sort of—I get to pick the movie. And we’re watching Santa Claus is Coming to Town.” Despite the protests on both sides, the movie was playing before Damian could even get up to turn the lights off. To the side of the couch, the lights on the Christmas tree bathed the room in a soft white glow.

Jon awoke to a cold bed. On a good day, he’d wake with the sun—or whenever it wormed its way through the bedroom’s black out curtains—or to an international emergency. Okay, not that the emergency was good, just that he was feeling good enough to know it was happening. On a bad day, all bets were off. Jon stuck his hand out of the covers, searching blindly for his phone. After a moment of finding nothing but the wood of the end table, the scratchiness of the sheets was unignorable and he gave up, flinging back the covers to get out of bed. Hanging over the side of the dresser was a dark red sweatshirt. Jon grabbed it and tugged it on, rubbing his arms to get the lingering echo of the sheets off his skin. His off kilter super hearing zeroed in on the crooning of Michael Bublé before zooming back out into the general background noise coming from the kitchen. Jon winced, squaring his shoulders. That was a bad sign. But it was Christmas; he’d be fine.

A quick squint at his phone told Jon that it was just after noon. No wonder the bed was cold. Jon shivered, then grabbed a pair of your fuzzy socks before opening the bedroom door.

The smell of cinnamon and chocolate coming from the kitchen was pleasant rather than unbearable. Jon let himself breathe it in as he approached quietly. He didn’t even notice you behind him—though that was often true of an average day—before there were arms around his waist and a head on his shoulder. He let himself lean back into the warmth of you.

“Merry Christmas, mi amor. How are you feeling?” you inquired. Hot breath ghosted across his neck. Jon shrugged.

“Fine. Excited for today.” He spun around to face you, eyes taking in your christmas pj pants and sweater with a Robin logo. Over your shoulder, Jon could see flashes of blue, likely Damian’s nightwing sweatshirt. “Merry Christmas,” he added, tucking his nose into the spot just underneath your ear for just a moment. No matter what his super senses were like, he took comfort in the smell of the two of you. A hand weaved through his hair, a kiss pressed to the top of his head. Jon pulled back just enough to give you a peck on the lips before being spun around into a kiss from Damian.

“Merry Christmas, my heart,” Jon muttered, pressing a second lingering kiss to Damian’s jawline. A steady heartbeat pulsed under his fingers, wrapped around Damian’s wrist.

“Good morning,” Damian said, wrapping an arm around Jon to keep him close. Jon blindly reached out and a second calloused hand found his. A second warm body curled around him. He missed your heartbeats’ song in his ears, but Damian’s pounding steadily under his ear and yours fluttering underneath his fingertips was good enough for right then. “Are you alright?” Damian continued. “It’s late.” His voice was echoey underneath Jon’s ear and Jon flinched instinctively. The two of you reacted immediately, pulling back.

“Jon?” you asked, voice laced with concern.

“Yeah,” he managed. “I’m mostly good. About as expected, you know?” Jon offered up a smile. By the looks on your faces, it didn’t do as much reassurance as he’d hoped. “I’m sorry I slept so late.”

“Don’t apologize,” Damian argued. “There is no reason to.”

“Yeah, I guess,” Jon sighed.

“How are you feeling about breakfast, mi sol?” You asked, tangling your fingers with his.

“Sounds good,” Jon agreed.

“Oh yeah I should definitely send Dick a text to thank him. And also say Merry Christmas,” Jon said, flopping down on the couch after breakfast. With his partners looking happy, Christmas music in the background, and a breakfast of vegan pancakes in his stomach, Jon could almost forget about the buzzing under his skin.

“Tt,” Damian scoffed. “He would have swapped with me anyway. Gordon and Father are both working tonight so it was pointless for him to have the evening off.”

Jon shrugged. “Still, doesn’t hurt to say thanks.”

“Say hi from me too,” you yelled over the running kitchen sink. After a moment more, the water shut off and Jon released a silent sigh at the absence of an irritating bit of noise. He was lucky the x-ray vision hadn’t started acting up. Not only was that like the antithesis of Christmas presents (his mom kept presents out of the house or in a lead box until morning for that very reason), but it was also a huge pain and the hardest to hide. Screwy touch and hearing was more than enough. Dishware clanked around in the kitchen as Damian sat beside Jon on the couch.

“No change?” He asked, reaching for a Nightwing mug of cider on the coffee table.

Jon shrugged. “Nope, nothing yet.” Damian narrowed his eyes and Jon attempted to start coming up with excuses. At the very least, he could probably get Damian to leave it alone until after gifts. Less so if you noticed too and started teaming up on him.

“Ready for presents?” You asked, sitting down on the other side of Damian. You raised the untouched Superman mug to your lips, eyes scanning over Jon.

“Yes!” Jon butt in before you could say anything. “Let’s do it.”

You and Damian exchanged a look. On the floor below, the elevator dinged, releasing a family with a horde of kids. “Okay,” you conceded, standing to grab the first load of presents.

In the apartment directly underneath, the front door squealed open. A load of presents was slammed down on the floor beside him. Three kids squealed “gramma!” in unison. Jon’s hoodie was all of the sudden suffocating him.

Jon jumped up and yanked the sweatshirt over his head, pawing the sleeves off before yanking his socks off too. He didn’t care where they ended up. His hands went up to press against his ears. Stumbling over his own feet, Jon meandered backwards until his back slammed into a wall and then slid down, knees up and head with ears still covered in between them. Sounds zoomed in and out. All of the sudden, he could hear Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer playing eight floors down, then A Christmas Carol on someone’s TV across the street. Focus! Jon yelled at himself through all the noise. One steady beat came into focus, then another.

Until there was a soft item brushing his feet, Jon didn’t realize he had company. A steady beat pulsed in his ears, too loud even for its familiarity. He pulled the blanket close. Something plastic nudged his shoulder and Jon grabbed it instinctively, slamming special-made headphones over his ears. The sounds faded down into something manageable. Jon took a deep breath. And then another. He didn’t need to hear to know that the two of you were there. When he reached out tentatively with his sense of smell, the usual wave of cinnamon-vanilla-brown sugar-clove and somethings just the two of you tempered by pine and peppermint was comforting rather than overwhelming. Jon let it wash over him, clutching the soft weighted blanket to his chest.

When he cracked his eyes open, two blurs blinked into focus as his partners, leaning against the back of the couch and hands linked. Damian’s head rested on your shoulder, one of your hands tangled in his hair. Jon noticed as soon as Damian saw he was up. He almost slammed his head into your chin as he shot up and Jon huffed a laugh.

“Ameli?” Damian asked. Your eyes locked onto Jon’s.

“You guys shouldn’t sit on the floor,” Jon responded. “It’s bad for your backs.”

You offered Jon a hand, ignoring his remark completely. Jon’s chest ached. If you weren’t willing to banter, he’d scared you. “How are you feeling?”

Jon took the hand and stood, adjusting the headphones so they stayed on his head. He tossed the blanket over his shoulder and reached his other hand out towards Damian before tugging the both of you up and towards the couch.

“I’m okay,” Jon reassured you, sitting down on the couch. “I promise.” When neither of you moved, he tugged you both down on top of him, interrupting the bat-assessment written all over Damian’s face.

“Promise like this morning?” Damian argued. Jon winced.

“Okay, yeah maybe I shouldn’t have—”

“Been a self-sacrificial dumbass as if we don’t a) know you and b) want you to talk to us?” You cut in. Jon could read the hurt underneath the anger clear as day. His fingers brushed over two sets of knuckles, one scarred from years of fighting without protective gear, the other dry from the winter air.

“I know. I just wanted today to be a good day, you know? We never get uninterrupted holidays.” Jon resisted the urge to pull his hands away from yours and curl into himself. The two burning gazes on him were ones of love and concern, though, not judgment.

“And for some reason you think accommodating you makes the day worse, why?” Damian asked. Jon didn’t have an answer.

“We love you, Jon. Eres nuestro pareja. We picked ‘partners’ for a reason, yeah?” You squeezed his hand in yours.

“Yeah,” he agreed, head dropping to your shoulder. Silence was heavy in the room for a moment.

“You choose what we do next,” Damian stated, tugging the blacket from its bundled blob to instead cover you and Jon.

Jon moved from your shoulder to halfway on top of Damian, tugging you on top of him. “You guys are going to squish me in between you while we watch a movie and then we can do presents?”

You shot him a wicked smile. Jon shrieked as Damian pulled him bodily half on top of him along the couch, cut off when you landed nearly on top of Jon.

“Good?” You asked. Jon let himself sink into Damian, arms coming up to wrap around your waist.

“Yeah,” he said. “Good.”

Damian grabbed the remote. “We’re not watching Elf.”

Jon stuck his tongue out at him.

#damian wayne x reader #damian wayne x reader x jonathan kent #damian wayne x reader x jon kent #jon kent x reader #damian wayne x gender neutral reader #damian wayne #jonathan kent #jon kent x gender neutral reader #emerson writes sometimes

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stevie-petey · 1 month

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HIHIHIHII can i please request a blurb where bug jon steve and nancy have a sleepover or having fun together? and maybe the kids can be included?

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH AND UR WORK UGH MAKES ME WANNA CRY 😭🎀

of course ! n thank you for the compliment omg

enjoy <3

"dude, what if jonathan had become your brother or something?" mike asks dustin with disgust in his voice as he watches you and jonathan help arrange the picnic blanket. nancy helps steve with the platters of food you had so carefully prepared. it's the first day of spring and youd been adamant that you, all the teens, and the party have a small picnic in the park to get some fresh air.

"dude!" dustin hits his shoulder, entirely unamused. "dont remind me about that, it was a close call."

"at least he isnt dating your sister now." mike groans.

max slides next to him on the park bench. "who is dating who again?"

"nancy is with jonathan and y/n has some weird thing with steve going on." lucas explains, but even he doesnt quite understand a lot of it still, and he frowns. "although, for a while there we thought jonathan and y/n would get married while nancy was with steve."

"they were not going to get married." dustin shrieks, absolutely horrified by that idea.

"im confused." now max is the one that frowns. "so jonathan and y/n werent dating?"

"yes." dustin and mike say, while lucas and will say, "no."

"that wasnt an answer." el points out, slightly confused yet content to listen to the conversation.

maxs frown deepens, now completely confused about the relationships between all the teens. "none of you are helping."

suddenly you appear, steve following close behind, and you flick dustins ear. "if you guys are done gossiping about our love lives, im about to lay the cake out."

"ow!" your brother rubs his now sore ear. "whyd you flick me?"

"you were the closest." you shrug at him before glancing at max. "and to answer your question: no, i never dated jonathan."

"allegedly," steve whispers, winking at the kids, which causes them to laugh. when you turn to glare at him, he quickly shuts his mouth and gulps. "sorry?"

you roll your eyes at him and point towards the cake still in his car. "grab the dessert before i throw something at you."

"yes maam," he sighs, ducking his head down as he hurries over to the car to retrieve the cake.

the kids laugh again, this time at steves expense, and nancy and jonathan now join. when notice the laughter, nancy looks around and tries to understand what shes missed. "did something happen?"

dustin opens his mouth, but you quickly cover it in fear of what he may say. "nope, nothing. now, lets all just grab our food-"

a scream, followed by a thud of two bodies colliding, interrupts you.

everyone turns towards the source of the sound and find steve and jonathan, covered in cake, sprawled on the ground.

immediately the kids lose their minds laughing, dustin practically falls off of the bench as he hunches over in laughter. meanwhile, you and nancy rush over to the teens in concern yet slight amusement.

you stand over steve and jonathan, a smirk on your face. they look so fucking pathetic covered in cake. "now, boys. what did your mothers say about playing with your food?"

"not funny," jonathan grumbles, wiping cream out of his eyes before angrily pointing at steve. "someone decided to trip over a tree branch and take the other down with him."

"was it you?" nancy asks innocently, a glint in her eyes. you giggle at her quip while jonathan closes his eyes and sighs.

steve gives everyone a thumbs up, though its hard to tell due to his finger covered in a thick layer of cake. he sees this, thinks for a moment, and then brings his thumb to his mouth. "mmm, not bad, y/n. this a new recipe?"

you and nancy groan in unison while the kids all look at one another in varying states of disbelief. mike looks disappointed, dustin is ashamed, el is still giggling, and lucas just puts his face in his hands.

"seriously, im expected to believe that y/n saw something in those two?" max says out loud to no one in particular.

"nancy, too." mike sighs, now even more disappointed.

dustin drops his head down onto the picnic table and sighs as well. "i dont wanna talk about it."

#ask #anon #m speaks #come home blurb #m’s writing #set in between seasons 2 and 3 !#steve n jon vs a cake: failed

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every-aj-needs-an-angel · 11 months

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Some softish wedding vibes for the lovely @flowercrowngods sorry this took all day

The wedding was beautiful. A cosy little affair in the forest surrounding the Byers-Hopper cabin, just The Party and their immediate family. The guests had a myriad of mismatched chairs decorated with pretty tulle bows, the aisle strewn with wildflower petals collected by the kids, fairy lights strung from the trees casting a warm glow over the dusk ceremony.

The older teens of the party had been on decorating duty and they’d done a great job, even if Steve did say so himself.

Joyce looked stunning in her simple, lace summer gown, Hop beaming and wiping tears from his eyes as Jon walked his mum down the aisle.

Claudia sobbed loudly, Dustin tutting but handing her tissues, shhing her every now and again, making everyone hide a smile behind their hands when she'd wailed "it's just so beautifulllllll!"

Murray had officiated, dressed in ceremonial robes and actually on his best behaviour for a change. Will was Joyce's man of honour, El was Hop's best woman, Steve had never seen either of them look more radiant.

Steve had been roped into dress shopping by El and Max because although she was doing much better, Max's eyesight wasn't what it once was and Steve was apparently the only one with any fashion sense. He was glad he'd gone with them because the three of them had had so much fun, both girls had picked beautiful dresses without really needing his help at all, not that it stopped him smiling to himself as they spun happily in front of the floor length mirror, letting the skirts flow around them, or from taking them both for new records and ice cream, that Dustin had thrown a two hour fit for missing out on.

Then somehow the mum's had talked him into taking all the boys to hire tuxedos, not that he'd minded but Eddie had tagged along when he heard from Dustin that it was going to be a fun road trip with new records and ice cream, and seeing him spin out of the dressing room, all high on life from being with the kids and out of Hawkins, his hair tied up in a messy bun had taken Steve's breath away. Luckily he'd managed to cover it up with a laugh when Dustin had popped out next dressed in a white tux, strutting around because he thought he looked like Elvis.

So they all looked gorgeous and it was all just very sweet and picturesque and romantic.

Although Steve could've done without Mike snarking in his ear at every opportunity, snapping his name like his nanny used to when he was misbehaving, except Steve wasn't doing anything wrong. In fact the first time he'd been told off he'd been up a ladder hanging lights, the second time he'd only walked out the cabin, now dressed in his suit, trying and failing to get his tie perfect. The third time he'd been stuffing cake in his mouth in a rush because his and Max's song had just come on but he was torn between moving and eating, so he'd sloppily thrown the cake in his mouth, frosting pouring out the edges of his lips. Steve didn't get his reaction, yeah it was a little gross but Max was laughing so who cared.

So as soon as the song ended and El came back to dance with Max, Steve grabbed Mike by the collar and dragged him into the cabin.

"Okay, what's your problem? You've been at me all day!" Steve demanded to know, hands on his hips.

Mike spluttered and grouched incoherently, something about Eddie, him being a person, which was just perplexingly obvious. And for someone who'd had a lot to say all day, he suddenly wasn't saying anything, but Steve knew if he just waited Mike out, he'd eventually get his thoughts out in a coherent sentence. Except Will came dashing into the cabin, eye's lighting up when they landed on Mike, grabbing him by the wrist and dragging him back out into the party, before he ever had a chance.

Steve sighed rejoining the reception, mingling and chatting and trying not to be too obvious as he watched Eddie, maybe he'd said something to Mike, maybe he'd noticed the way Steve hadn't really been able to keep his eyes to himself, since, well since forever really but he'd definitely been more consciously aware of his lingering gazes since he'd woken up in the hospital with a joke and a groan, and they'd only become more incessant since he'd first seen him in that damn tux. Christ, Steve get a hold of yourself!

He just hopes he wasn't making Eddie uncomfortable, he didn't think he was because every time Eddie glanced over, it was always with a big smile, the one that started soft but grew until his dimples were showing when Steve smiled back, so he was almost sure that probably wasn't it, surely he'd look away like Robin did when men letched over her.

The next time Mike snapped at him, he was only dancing with Robin, not closely and certainly not well. Dancing In The Moonlight by King Harvest was playing, it was a song they all knew and loved and listened to whenever they all hung out. Robin had dragged him to his feet, just as he'd sat down with Wayne to chat about next weekend's game, and forced him to dance, waggling his arms around and doing all the silly moves until he couldn't help but join in.

Steve's eyes immediately snapped to Eddie, who was sitting by the edge of the makeshift dance floor, looking more miserable than Steve had ever seen him, even when he was a wanted man and on the run. Steve handed Robin to Mike, who protested about being forced to dance, but Robin had had a few glasses of wine and didn't seem too fussed about who she was dancing with, so long as she had a dance partner.

Wayne had his arm slung over the back of Eddie's chair but Eddie was slouched forward head in his hands forlornly watching everyone dance instead of joining like he usually would. Wayne and Steve shared a smile as he headed towards them, Wayne jumping up with a mumbled excuse, disappearing over to the buffet table to chat with Claudia.

Steve loved how he never needed words with Wayne, it was like he could read Steve like a book, had since their first meeting in Eddie's hospital room, he'd just given Steve a hard stare and for a second he thought he was about to get a smack or at least thrown out but Wayne had just given him a soft smile and pulled out another uncomfortable plastic chair for Steve to sit with him at Eddie's bedside.

They'd been fast friends, bonding over stories of Eddie, sports and an adoration of cheese of all things. Wayne even called him son, like he did with Eddie but that was probably just because there hadn't been a weekend since Eddie left the hospital, where Steve hadn't been at their new government bought apartment, screaming at the tv or the radio with Wayne, Eddie huffing and rolling his eyes and bemoaning that he was being forced to put up with two sports fanatics.

But Steve quickly learned the easiest way to settle Eddie was through his stomach, staying after the game to make fresh pizza or four cheese gnocchi or manicotti, from recipes he'd stolen from an old trunk in his attic, watching with pride as both Munson's wolfed down his food, was the easiest way to make Eddie beam at him.

Eddie hadn't noticed Steve coming over, didn't even perceive his presence until there was nothing but a pair of legs directly in his eyeline, forcing Eddie to look up at him.

"Hi," Steve said tentatively, Eddie's smile settling quickly back into place but not quite meeting his eyes.

"Stevie," Eddie greeted, aiming for normality but just the fact that he hadn't drawn out the e gave him away, "nice moves," he teased, sounding a bit too grouchy to be playful.

Steve adored that about their dynamic, the playful mocking, the poking and tickling and doing whatever they could to make the other bite back or laugh hysterically or both but it felt less like their playful banter and more like a defense mechanism, like maybe Eddie was mad with him.

And maybe it was something about the soft warm lighting or the giant strawberry moon peering down on them or the fact that they were at a wedding but something felt bigger, heavier but at the same time incredibly delicate like one wrong move could destroy them both.

"Dance with me," Steve murmured instead of teasing him back, holding his hand out for Eddie to take. Eddie furrowed his brows and blinked owlishly at him, Steve couldn't help thinking he looked adorable but if he let his introspection go on too long, he'd be lost for the night. Steve wafted his hand impatiently, trying to snap Eddie into the present but he only blinked slowly at his outstretched hand too.

"Aren't you dancing with Robin?" Eddie eventually asked hesitantly, which confused the living bejesus out of Steve because surely he couldn't mean…

Steve shook his head vigorously trying to send that mental image back to the pits of hell where it belonged, glancing purposefully over to the dance floor, he could see Robin'd got her arms around Nancy's neck blushing deeply as she babbled constantly. He knew she hadn't quite been able to look at Nancy the same way since they'd visited Creel together but Nancy had her arms securely around Robin's waist, listening intently and grinning and maybe, just maybe…

"I think she's content with her new partner," Steve mumbled, knowing full well that Eddie knew Robin almost as closely as he did, knew that Eddie could see what he saw and that whatever he was doing was some kind of avoidance technique, "dance with me."

They'd danced before, alone and in front of the party, there was no reason for Eddie to be nervous, didn't stop him looking anxiously around Steve's legs at the dancefloor, "There's people," Eddie muttered dejectedly.

Steve glanced over his shoulder and then back to Eddie, with a confused frown, "You mean all the people who love and care about us?" he asked affectionately.

Eddie snorted and huffed, "You," he corrected shortly.

Steve's brows furrowed deeply, "Huh?"

Eddie sighed, rolling his eyes, "All the people who care about you," he clarified grumpily.

Oh no, he's gone down the rabbit hole.

Steve sighed heavily, "Okay, that's not even close to the truth, but for the sake of not arguing, if they care about me, they have to care about you," he informed him.

Eddie sniggered, "Why, you gonna beat 'em up if they don't?" Eddie tried to tease but it came out too flat.

"No," Steve sighed, hooking his finger under Eddie's chin and forcing him to look at him, "anyone who doesn't care about you, doesn't get to care about me. These people are my family but if it came down to a choice of them or you, I'd pick you every time," Steve admitted sincerely.

Eddie's breath hitched but he didn't say anything, looked like he might cry if he did.

Steve decided it was time to just use his trump card, "Dance with me. Please."

And just like that Eddie jumped to his feet dragging Steve onto the dancefloor, because Eddie never denied Steve anything when he said please, not that Eddie ever denied him anything really but it was like a little button that overpowered all Eddie's apprehension and theatrics.

"Can I stay with you please?"

"C'mon Eddie, up, Owens says it'll be good for you to go for a little walk. No? Please?"

"Could you just keep talking until I fall asleep please?"

"Can you pick Dustin up tonight please?"

"Could you bring milk when you come over please?"

"What's wrong Eds? Talk to me, please."

They got situated just as the song changed to a much slower one, At Last by Etta James. Appropriate, Steve thought gleefully. Eddie just stood there, a little shell-shocked and unsure but not running away so Steve gently took his hands and put them on his waist, circling his own around Eddie's neck, except Eddie had his arms perfectly straight keeping a space between them.

"What're you doing?" Steve asked, fond amusement in his voice, it wasn't like they'd never been close before.

"Leaving room for Jesus," Eddie replied, Steve recognised it as an autopilot response, Eddie long lost to his mind, but Steve couldn't help it, the bubble of laughter just burst right out of him. Sometimes Eddie was just inadvertently funny and when Steve laughed he'd stand there like he was replaying the conversation until Eddie was laughing too at his own comment but Eddie's face crumbled, trying to pull away but Steve just held on tighter.

"Hey, no, Eds. I wasn't laughing at you, just maybe we're a bit old for Jesus to need to dance with us. C'mere," Steve said, pulling Eddie closer, wrapping his arms more tightly around him, swaying slowly to the music.

The look in Eddie's eyes as they listened to the song told Steve all he needed to know about why Eddie had been avoiding him, why he was only looking his way when he thought Steve wasn't looking, why he was being so evasive, how he'd managed to spiral so far that he thought he and Robin, ugh, Steve can't even think it.

Even Mike's snapping made a whole lot more sense, "Stop messing with Eddie," boy really needs to learn to stop grumbling, "he's a person, he has feelings!" Mike could see Eddie pining and had taken it on himself to try to stop Steve doing whatever mundane task that had Eddie yearning.

It was probably the sweetest thing Steve had ever seen Mike do for someone who wasn't El or Will, even if it pissed Steve off that he'd always be a cad in Mike's eyes, that he just assumed that Steve was a bad guy (when he's done nothing but throw himself in front of him and his friends time and again to protect them) that he was purposefully leading Eddie on, being intentionally enticing just to hurt him.

Not that it mattered what Mike thought, he could only hope that it was all his biases and not that Eddie hadn't been venting to the kids, all that mattered was that that wasn't what Eddie thought of him.

The whole atmosphere of the night had changed, everyone had slowed and quietened, couples solely focused on the person in their arms. But Steve felt the ground under his feet change, drew from Captain Steve the guy who'd thrown the first punch at Billy to protect his kids, felt Sir Steve crawl up his throat, the Knight who'd gone into battle against an all-powerful beast and brought his comrades out of the pits of hell because he'd seen now, seen clearly for the first time in god knows how long and he couldn't just go back to pretending, not without giving this is best shot. And thank god for Etta James because she was going to help him, because he could do this, he could be brave and fight for what he wanted for a change.

He had a horrible singing voice but Eddie already knew that, told him so often and in many imaginative ways.

"I found a dream that I could speak to, a dream that I can call my own," he sang quietly, trying to copy Wayne's looking into your soul look, trying to let Eddie see that his feelings are reciprocated, classing it as a win when Eddie grins, blushing deeply and mushes his face into Steve's neck.

"I've found a thrill to press my cheek to, a thrill that I've never known," he continued, nuzzling further into Eddie's neck because now he was this close it was like he couldn't get close enough.

"You smiled," Steve murmured against his skin, unable to wipe the lovesick smile off of his face. He and Eddie had always been close but they both knew this was different.

Originally it started with helping him limp around when he'd refuse to use his crutches, then when Wayne had to go back to work Steve started staying the night so Eddie could sleep without having to worry about waking up alone after a nightmare, he'd only spent the first few hours on the sofa before Eddie woke up screaming, sweaty and shaking, Steve hadn't even thought about it just clambered in behind Eddie pulling him flush against him, shhing him and running his fingers through his hair to get it out of his face, he didn't bother with the sofa again after that, they just shared Eddie's bed, soothing both their nightmares with the others presence.

But they've had time and distance from their trauma since then, most of them have been to therapy and they're all doing better, they can sleep in their own houses, in their own beds, they can all actually sleep for eight hours and wake up well rested. But he and Eddie stayed as close as ever, it's rare that they're never not touching, if Eddie's tired he'll attach himself to Steve like a backpack. They hug, they hold hands, Eddie even kissed him on the cheek one time, Steve's pretty sure it was an accident but he'd been so busy trying to hide the blush that'd sprung to his cheeks to really read the situation, maybe if he had they might've got here sooner because looking back Steve's not really sure how he missed all the signs, Eddie sits in his lap on movie nights for god sake.

"You smiled," Steve sang, pulling back to look at Eddie, to look at the adorable endeared grin and the pretty blush he can't hide because his hair's all tied up, still neat as a pin, showing just how much hairspray Claudia had used to hold it in place.

"And then the spell was cast," he crooned, because it was, from all the way back in school when Eddie would taunt the other jocks but there was never any bite in it when it came to Steve, his teasing came with a smile he never saw directed at anyone else, and he still remembers how it would make him preen a little and how he'd always feel a little peppier for the rest of the day.

But it felt like magic when they met for real, not the king and the jester but Steve and Eddie, battling the unknown side by side, Eddie smiling real smiles, teeth and dimples, all for Steve, because of Steve. And then of course he'd just had to be the hero and Steve had swore at him the whole way to the hospital because he'd been so mad but after days at his bedside, the first time he woke up and smiled at Steve, he knew from that moment on he was done for.

He'd just never thought they could have this, never dreamed Eddie would feel the same way so he buried that feeling deep down, enjoyed his friendship, relished being someone Eddie could rely on, being his confidant and still even when Eddie said "don't punch me but…" Steve had been too scared to rock the boat, didn't want to lose what they had because just because Eddie was interested in men didn't mean he was interested in him.

Who'd've thought Mike Wheeler would've been the one to make Steve see what was right on the end of his nose.

"And here we are in heaven," Steve trilled, resting his forehead against Eddie's trying to calm his heart before it beats right out of his chest, because there's butterflies taking flight and Steve's never in his life been nervous about a kiss but this one feels monumental and he can feel it coming and he wants it now and he also wants to wait and let this moment last forever.

"For you are mine," Eddie crooned, sounding more like a question. And as much as Steve always melts whenever Eddie sings, the fact that Eddie's still questioning his intentions, after he declared that Eddie's the most important person in his life, after what they're currently doing, just makes Steve realise how long Eddie's been his, how blind they've both been, how they've both been so wrapped up in what they can't have neither of them noticed it was right there for the taking.

Steve beams at him, let's Eddie see the way he makes him feel, the way he's always made him feel, nods like he's agreeing to a marriage proposal, deliriously happy and tear streaked.

"At last," Etta sings into the moonlit evening, as the boys seal their promise with a kiss.

#i apologise in advance for all the tense changes and terrible grammar if i proof read this again it'll end up in the bin #idek how to tag this #steddie #steve x eddie #platonic stobin #steve is wayne's pre-son-in-law #steve being an amazing big brother to el and max because they're his favourites. shh don't tell dustin. i joke ofc he loves them all #background jopper #background pre ronance #steve harrington #eddie munson #wayne munson #the party #aj writes #i promise i'll go back to working on my vegas au now

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catofoldstones · 2 months

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hi i'm still here :) those things about fandom denying theorizing about jonsa just bothered me heavily since fans accepted almost every theory under the sun but hypothetical j0nsa is where they draw the line they accepted curtain of light theory and 3 heads of the dragons saving the world for years before a hypothetical cousin marriage/bethrodal that ties a lot of plot threads and themes together and resolves so much of the missing plot pieces from the show, i might not personally like it cause of the incest implications but im also consistent with hating all jon's incest ships and still keeping an open mind about j0nerys and j0nsa on a storytelling basis but j0nsa is a theory that intrigued me so much because it did make sense from the drafts,the fact that sansa will end up at winterfell with the vale army by the time jon wakes up and changes into who knows what (again fans straight up ignoring which stark is actually the closest to winterfell will never not make me laugh) to the many gothic literature and historical references george takes to especially the ashford theory thats so unavoidable i call fans extremely blind for being this in denial that it might happen as a plot point and since aegon is most likely going to be busy with dorne/cersei/dany or euron and most likely die in the south (rip son) i highly doubt sansa will tie into his plot unless thats the last targ suitor she's supposed to be betrothed with and again its kinda a big nothing theory to me cause sansa going south would be repetitive and its already been debunked with the AFFC draft leaks unless aegon wants a claim to the north which again im pretty sure he'll be engaged to arianne for martell points and allyship (also her being engaged to a secret fake bastard heir was already done with joffrey and it being completely reversed with j0n feels more complete as an end point to that theory/arc there's no way george would pass that up).

i also don't think this is all jon and sansa have to offer as characters,its what bothers me with other ship fans as well i like them as separate characters and i also feel like looking at the story, if it were to happen i don't believe it would be a fairytale romance or ending or be anytype of normal relationship, i might even be completely wrong and j0nsa might never come up (also feel like george would be wary of doing this now when media literacy is at an all time low but fandom toxicity is high as the heavens), both sansa and jon fandom theories have been through a rollercoster over the years im just happy that fans finally have theories that actually makes sense storytelling wise and not something for wish fulfillment but bias still runs amok in the fandom unfortunately and it still clouds a lot of convo about the characters and plot theories

sorry for rambling in your inbox again

Hello :3 nice to see you again

anon can I call you soulmate anon because every sentiment you’ve portrayed here is exactly what I believe too! I like jonsa too because it’s v compelling and it has good evidence to back it up, but I’m really iffed up because of the incest too. Well not because I’m a pearl-clutching puritan but because it’s not fair to Sansa tbh, as a teenaged girl in a deeply patriarchal society. If she’s the girl in grey who runs away to Jon for protection, it’ll not be as a friend who’s seeing another friend after a long time, it’ll be because she wants protection from her brother. Then comes in the question of her claim to Winterfell. If she marries Jon to smooth out the inheritance crisis, the North would still belong to Jon & not Sansa. They will not be equal in that marriage or as the lord and lady of Winterfell. However, there are far, far too many indications of a jonsa match, textually and subtextually, which I am right there with you anon, are so compelling! It would only be a blind man to not see them. And the fandom collectively vehemently denying jonsa is v funny to me because it sounds so much like

“Do you believe women are humans?”

“Yes”

“Do you believe women should have the same rights as men?”

“Yes, absolutely!”

“So you are a feminist.”

“Eww, no.”

Like, the text is glaringly pointing at something with air raid sirens and neon red lights, but what could it mean, hmm 🤔 Like c’mon guys my cat could figure out what’s going on at this point.

Though, I do believe that the Ashford Targaryen suitor could be Aegon VI for Sansa. While a lot of people believe that Aegon will marry/betrothe Arianne for that Dorne support but that doesn’t make sense to me because

1. It’s like Sansa would marry into the Tully family for support to take back the North

2. The Dornish are already burning to avenge Elia

3. Arianne is the heir to Dorne in her own right (and has had major plot around that), marrying the next King of the 7 kingdoms hardly makes sense for her.

BUT Aegon & Arianne’s plots are barreling towards each other and they very well might just get married to secure another plot point that I cannot think of right now. And I know that Aegon is doomed and Arianne survives (George, pls or else 🔪🔪) so that’s another reason why Aegon & Sansa can’t happen. And Jon being the Targeryen suitor holds so much more literary weight than a rando who has never had an impact on her or her emotions or her plot (apart from your brilliant points). Also, no I am not debating the “Dunk disturbed the Ashford Tourney so Sxn/dxr is the one for Sansa” because we’ve debated to death that even being granted the title of Maid does not mean anything like a betrothal in Westerosi society or has negative consequences (r + l & that whole war it started). Also, just because Dunk got in the middle of the Tourney does not mean that he got the girl in the end. Hope that helps. Moreover, Dunk’s asoiaf corollary is Brienne not sxn/dxr, so by their logic, briensa ftw!!!!!!!!!!

Anon, the way everyone ignored the affc outline just because it showed something the Sansa fandom had been (rightly) theorising for years now has me rolling on the floor 😂 the denial, the denial is so strong with these people, even the “neutrals”. Don’t even get me started on the BNFs. If something like this were leaked about xrya or dxny, it would have been front page news that breaks the asoiaf fandom containment lol.

Stark closest to Winterfell and takes north! C’mon now anon, don’t give these people a heart attack.

Yes well, there have been one too many people in this fandom (as is common in any other fandom *cough* jxnxryas *cough*) to reduce the characters to the ship but the block button is my lord and saviour. Shipping is so that we can bring out the best (or the worst) character traits in the people we’re shipping, not to water down the said character traits.

There’s a chance that jonsa doesn’t happen in the books or happens just in the subtext or whatever, and I’ll be fine with that as long as the stories for both Jon and Sansa have satisfying and empathetic progression. Though I would terribly like for it to happen just to dunk on the haters and the BNFs and the “skeptics” lol. I am trying to be a better person these days, but pettiness is my second daughter 🤪 and to add to this point, if jonsa doesn’t happen, that still won’t erase the heavy foreshadowing we’ve been seeing in the text till now. If some other ship had the Ashford theory, the Byronic connection, JONnel Stark marrying a girl named xrya or an ancestor Sansa Stark marrying a -whoever- in their lineage, the plot satisfaction, the narrative parallels, the textual connection, it would be considered canon by now. But no, since it’s Jon x Sansa and that is still somehow a pretty strong contender for breaking all your ships, they will close their eyes and call it a crack ship. Baby a crack ship is me and Oscar Isaac or Sasuke and Taylor Swift. But if Sasuke and Taylor had all of this evidence, it would, once again, be considered canon. Sigh, just take your Sansa hatred elsewhere man, we’re not in 2006 anymore.

Dude, I found older forums/metas a while back and there is nowhere that Sansa was mentioned w/o sxn/dxr. Sxn/sxn was just a given. It was canon, it was always going to happen and that’s just so reductive tbh. I’m v v grateful that the meta and fandom spaces (maybe just a small corner but that is enough for me) have evolved so much through the years otherwise I would get beaten here every day. It’s still toxic as hell though, with the level of trash metas that will give early asoiaf fandom a run for its money and at one point you just want to scream- you all realise that these are books, right? and we’re the readers! you’re not dxny or jon or tyrion or even fleabottom ragpickers! none of this is real 😭 i should not be coming here, armoured and with a sword, to defend my fav characters, i should be having fun here and exchanging stupid ideas 😭 but asoiaf fandom remains asoiaf fandom however well the ways of hating may have changed.

But please, always ramble in my ask box anon. I love reading your thoughts and it gives me a chance to ramble as well :)

#soulmate anon #anon asks t #jonsa #anti sansan #the rambling option is open to everyone btw #long post #don’t look

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arrowverse-next-gen · 2 months

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I'll Never Let You Go

It's the third time. The third time Wes and Jon tried to say 'i do', and things turned into a disaster again.

The first time was Lex Luthor dropping the bomb (figuratively) on Superman and Jon that he had cloned Clark, and was hiding the kid below a kryptonite bomb (literally), for fun. That of course put the wedding off. And to be honest, Wes was glad that time. Everything felt too showy. Star City's mayor and IT Goddess' foster son set to marry into Metropolis reporting dynasty.

The second time they almost got hitched, they got all the way to the alter before a time worm ate half of Central City... He's blaming that one on Barry Allen.

And now here they are. It was supposed to be a small gathering just friends and family. But of course nothing can go right for them.

He's sitting in the bunker as Q finishes up the sutures on his right shoulder. He's telling him how to apply the balm to take care of it, and Wes should listen, otherwise he'll be left with one hell of a scar. But he can't seem to focus on anything.

Not when the image of Adrian was burned into his mind, kryptonite arrow knocked in place aiming for Jon and Lanie. His family.

The man had destroyed the city, killed his mother, and tried time and again to hurt the only people who had been willing to take him in, and now he threatened the family Wes had built for himself.

Without thinking he stepped in the way, taking the arrow straight into his shoulder. Lanie screamed, Jon reached for him but was pulled back by the other supers. It took Clark, Mon-El, Kara, and Allie to hold him still. And Wes broke watching. The one thing that could keep them apart his father used against them. And it felt like darkness across his heart.

"That's all of it," Q said as he pressed the bandage in place. "But I still want you to come in to the clinic next week for a follow up."

"Thanks doc," he quipped, trying to press a smile to his face. It's how he dealt with things when Adrian came into it. But Q's gaze told him he wasn't quite done.

"As someone with a psychotic father figure," he started but Wes cut him off.

"Don't okay," he sighed. "We can trauma bond later, but right now I can't okay?"

"That's fair."

He needed to talk to Jon, apologize for all that happened. Wes needed him to know that if this was too much, if he needed time to process Adrian being back, they could postpone again. As much as that thought broke his heart.

As if he sensed Wes' thoughts, Jon came over to them, the nervousness radiating off him in waves

"All good?" He asked, and while the question was directed at Quincy, Wes could tell Jon was talking mostly to him.

"Clear of kryptonite," Q replied. "Ronnie and HD took it off site to analyze the composite and see if we can figure out how zombie Chase got a hold of it."

"Zombie Chase?" Wes raised a brow.

Q shrugged. "Seemed shorter than recently resurrected evil dad." He looked between the two of them. " I'm gonna go go see if anyone else needs patched up."

Wes wished he hadn't left so abruptly, wanting to find a way to ease into the conversation he desperately didn't want to have with Jon. It's like he could feel the ground beneath him start to crumble. He wanted to reach out, to hold on to the life he'd been trying to build, even for just a second longer.

"I'm sorry--" "I wanna talk..."

Their words mixed and tangled together and Wes felt like his heart would crack.

"Wait?" Jon looked at him perplexed. "Why are you apologizing?"

"Because my father shot at you with the only thing on this planet that could kill you."

Jon shook his head leaning in until their foreheads pressed together. Wes breathed in the scent of hay and the aftershave Jon had been wearing since they met all those years ago. Before Wes knew he'd fall so hard for the Smallville farm boy that he felt the earth would implode on itself if anyone tried to hurt him.

"You stepped in the way," it sounded accusatory.

"He was gonna kill you."

"And he *almost* killed you," Jon pleaded. His lips dusting a kiss on Wes' cheek .

"I had to protect you and Lanie," he replied. "You two are everything to me."

The longest of silences passed before Jon spoke. "Marry me."

Wes shifted to meet Jon's eyes. His love looked as if nothing could shake his resolve.

"Kinda been tryna do that for a few months now, if you hadn't noticed?"

He shook his dark locks. "Not a month from now when we rebook a venue. Not after we pick beef or chicken or new flowers. Now. Right here, right now. Everyone I need to be there is right here. So I don't want to wait. I wanna be with you forever Wes, so let's get married."

So in the end they weren't wearing pristine tuxes, and Lanie's hair wasn't in a braid crown atop her head. They didn't have speeches or rehearsed vows, but what they did have was even more special.

They had Oliver do the ceremony and shared a hostess cupcake that Lanie insisted on the biggest bite of. And they laughed when the cream filling covered the bridge of her nose.

It wasn't grand or spectacular. But in the end, it turns out, they didn't need all those things. Not when the end result was the three of them finally being the family they had always longed for.

#arrow next gen #arrow next gen fic #wes chase #jon kent #with a dash of #q lance #lanie chase #oliver queen

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Notes: Previously...

So... Yeah. This was supposed to be a Christmas thing from the poll... I am so sorry. I got writer's block again, the end of the year was insane... Anyway.

Thank you for the love and patience. I hope you enjoy this.

Also, I am aware that Will and Baelish are played by the same actor, but we'll all pretend it's not the case XD

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Chapter 7

Arthur was downright chipper the next morning as he walked down the keep’s hallways. He’d left his chamber early, because he wasn’t convinced his wife wouldn’t smother him with a pillow.

Although he didn’t think that was much Sansa’s style.

She looked more like the type to poison his mead.

That was progress the night before, right? She’d allowed him a kiss -a damn good one, if he could say so -and she’d enjoyed it.

She had, right?

For a moment, the night before, he’d feared he’d pushed her too far. And when she’d said he could just do whatever he wanted…

Arthur had no illusions about how women were treated. He grew up in a brothel, he knew better than anyone how men considered women property at best, and objects at worst.

He’d grown up seeing strangers coming in and slapping the women around, all the while the owner of the house did nothing.

As soon as he was strong enough, Arthur killed the owner and took over the house. It wasn’t only a brothel after that, even though it was what most people thought it was. Many people and many products passed through there.

However, the women’s safety was Arthur’s top priority. There were no more slaps, no more violence. There was a choice.

The fact that Sansa believed she didn’t have one with him gutted him.

He’d been fun and lighthearted so far, because he thought it was just a case of him having to charm his wife and redo the mistakes of their wedding night.

The fact that Sansa was more than ready to just lay down and think of the North while he did whatever he wanted to her made his stomach churn.

Arthur had never been that kind of man, but his wife thought he might be.

And now he wondered if this was exclusively his fault -for the mess he’d done on their wedding night- or if there was something else.

“Morning, lads.” He grumbled as he entered the hall and found his men -his friends -around the table.

Losing Back Lack had been a fucking hard. He’d almost quit the whole thing just then.

However, Jon Snow hadn’t let him give up. While everyone else was fighting for that fucking ugly throne, Jon had kept only one thing in his mind: the Others. Jon didn’t care for crown or country, not when they could all die soon.

He’d only kept going because he believed in Snow, even if he believed in nothing else at that point.

Three years of war had been difficult, to say the least. However, Kay had also been right: this wasn’t a competition, and Sansa had certainly faced her own challenges.

The question then was… How bad had it been?

“I need a word with you, Goose Fat.”

The man gave him a look. Arthur guessed the nickname had worn thin after a while. “Yes?”

He cleared his throat. He trusted those men with his life, but he wasn’t sure if he should be discussing his wife in front of all of them. So Arthur indicated a corner of the hall with his head.

Bill said nothing as he got up and followed him.

When they took Camelot back from his uncle, Arthur left Bill there to receive Sansa and take care of things while he was out.

Bill had been there for a long time, enough that he’d know if something had happened.

“Yes?” Bill asked again.

“I know you have sent me letters and kept me posted on most things…” Arthur sighed. “But I need to ask you a question.”

Bill arched an eyebrow. “About?”

“My wife.”

Bill frowned. “What about Lady Pendragon?”

“I was away for a long time…” Bill’s frown got even deeper. “And Sansa was without protection, and she is very beautiful…”

“Arthur…”

“Has anyone tried to take advantage of her while I was away?”

It was clearly not what Bill had been expecting. “For fuck’s sake.” He let out a long sigh. “I thought you were about to suggest your wife had been improper. Then I would have to hit you.”

That actually made Arthur smirk. “Oh, you were about to defend her honor.” He was amused.

“Lady Pendragon is a singular woman.” Bill said. “She is resilient, hard-working and smart, but also extremely kind. She is a good one.”

“It never crossed my mind that Sansa might have found a lover while I was away.” Arthur assured him, quite seriously. “My concern is whether someone came along who did not care about her opinion on the subject.”

Bill sighed. “I had promised her not to tell you this unless you asked me.”

“What?” Arthur demanded.

“Remember when I wrote you a letter, telling you about an execution?”

“Petyr Baelish?”

“Yes.” Bill confirmed.

Arthur did remember this. Bill had told him about Arya Stark coming out of nowhere and appearing in Camelot, and how she and Sansa executed a man by the name of Petyr Baelish for treason.

The details were unclear to him at the time, since he knew very little about the man, but Will had explained to him it had something to do with Sansa’s parents.

“So what exactly have you been hiding from me?” He arched an eyebrow.

“I did not hide anything.” Will, slippery as always, was quick to say. “I told you the truth, but one aspect of it I did conceal, because Lady Pendragon asked me to.”

Arthur snorted. “Out with it.”

“That Baelish… He was interested in her.” Will admitted.

“Excuse me?” Arthur crossed his arms.

“It was something really… Wrong. He was looking for Cat Stark’s shadow in Sansa.”

Arthur’s nose crinkled in disgust. “Did she know?”

“He came to Camelot as soon as she did.” Will said. “And at first I think she really thought he was trying to help, but it soon became clear he was not.”

“Did he do anything to her?” Arthur demanded.

“Not that I know of.” Will said. “I did have everyone here keeping an eye on him, and nobody reported anything. I had guards posted in front of Lady Pendragon’s chambers while he was around. As far as I know, what he did do was trying to poison her against you, her sister and anyone that came in between him and her.”

Arthur rubbed her temples. “Why did she ask you not to tell me about that part?”

“Well…” Will scratched his chin. “It was around that time when you were all marching up to Winterfell to fight against the walkers. Remember? We offered to let people camp here and you said no?”

Arthur had to think about that one for a minute. After all that time, many events started to get jumbled in his head. Honestly, he had no idea of dates or details for any of the many battles he’d fought since that mess started.

He finally nodded. “Yes, I remember. Snow convinced Queen Daenerys to fight the white walkers. We did not stop here because it did not make sense. We would have to go out of our way, and it was simpler to just keep going.”

Will hummed. “It was not how your wife saw it.”

“What do you mean?”

“She offered shelter, she offered to come to you and you said no.” Will arched an eyebrow. “Can you guess what she understood from that?”

Arthur groaned. “I did not mean it like that.”

“You two did not know each other.” Will’s tone was devoid of judgment. “And you did not correspond for the whole time you were away. Lady Pendragon had no way of knowing you or your motives, so… She chose to believe you did not care.”

“Fuck.” Arthur grunted.

“And since you did not care, you did not need to know, since it was settled.” Will concluded. “At least… That was what she told me.”

Arthur groaned once again. “Being married is difficult.”

Will snorted. “You have not seen anything yet, lad.” He eyed Arthur. “Have you tried talking to your wife?”

“No, never crossed my mind.” Arthur replied dryly. “Sansa is… Guarded.”

Will put a hand on Arthur’s shoulder. “Arthur, I have seen you entering this very room with your arms wide open and tell your uncle to ‘fuck off’. You are not scared of your wife now, are you?”

“Of course not.”

Arthur wasn’t afraid of Sansa. He was afraid she’d never give him a chance, and his bluff from earlier might be true: he’d fall in love like an idiot and she wouldn’t meet him halfway.

#madame baggio #crackship #crossover #gifs not mine #crossover pairings #au #game of thrones #sansa stark #king arthur legend of the sword #arthur pendragon #sansa x arthur #lady of all she touches

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About Dany's resurrection: what about kl's burning? Do you think it would still be fair to the character to live with this crime? I mean there's no way HBO is going to erase or justify what happened since it was the plot they defended the most so it doesn't seem fair to me for Dany to be involved again in this story since they destroyed who she really was even before she was killed

Fair question anon.

Honestly, at this point, I wouldn't even mind if it was something they just entirely glossed over and pretended never happened and Dany was like, "Oh yeah, that was wrong, I'm sorry I snapped, I feel bad, okay, moving on!"

Because all I really want is Dany back, acting like her selfless self, and getting a happy ending. I don't care how they do it.

But, if they did try to have some sort of explanation for it that absolved Dany entirely, they could do so in a number of ways. It is fantasy after all.

Because of the shit ending, I am incredibly fond of the "Bran was the villain the whole time" theory. This video edit is INCREDIBLE and so well done (tw Dany's death scene) and honestly, aside from everyone's eyes turning white, this is essentially what happened anyway.

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But there are other ways to do it, if they didn't want to throw the blame on Bran (don't know why they wouldn't consider it though seeing as how most people hated the idea of 3-eyed-raven!Bran becoming king).

Like I said, it's fantasy, so there could have been some non-Bran related mind-control going on. Maybe it was even the Red Priests and after Dany is resurrected by them to continue doing their bidding, Jon has to save her from them. Another powerful warg other than Bran could have mind-controlled Dany and that's the Big Bad of the series that they now have to defeat, and when Dany is resurrected, she'll be the only one who knows and the roles are reversed, with her trying to convince people of the new threat, as Jon did with the White Walkers.

One I would find immensely entertaining is if they alluded to mind-control but never actually named it and referred to it as some "dark presence" or something and it's actually a cheeky writer's Easter egg and the "dark presence" was Dave and Dan's shit writing. 😆

But yeah, as long as they wouldn't bring her back only to make her the Big Bad again as like, the Night Queen or something, I don't fucking care. (And let's face it, Emilia would never agree to that anyway, she's been through enough). As long as well get Dany back and a happy ending, they can do whatever they like.

#Daenerys Targaryen #Daenerys Defense Squad #Daenerys Deserved Better #anonymous #alex answers #Jon Snow Spin off #game of thrones #emilia clarke #kit harington #jonerys #predictions

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Heyyyyy could i get unsub!micphet with 14,21,39,54 and optional 41

Ooh, fun! I've never done that dynamic, so sorry if it's not great!

14 - Sadism/Masochism, 21 - Orgasm control/edging, 39 - Intoxication/Drugged, 54 - Obsessive/Possessive sex, (bonus) 41 - Latex/Gloves

14 - Sadism/Masochism

"Jon," Mick commands, snapping his fingers and pointing to the ground in front of the chair he sits in.

A small part of Prophet almost wants to roll his eyes and refuse, just to be a brat, but a larger, less rebellious, part of his mind screams a reminder that Mick hasn't had this much time for him in several months and Prophet really wants to get railed today.

"Don't make me ask again, pet," Mick demands again, snapping his fingers twice more.

Prophet immediately goes and slides to his knees at Mick's feet. Mick hums, lifting a hand and stroking long fingers over the hair on Prophet's head. "Good," he says. He takes his hand back and puts it in front of Prophet's chest like he's offering his hand for Prophet to take. Prophet knows better than that though.

With a long, anticipatory sigh, Prophet puts his wrist in Mick's hand and relaxes, trying to keep still. As expected, Mick takes the last drag of his cigarette and sighs, the smoke slowly escaping from between the sniper's lips. Then, Mick pulls Prophet closer with his grip on the elder's wrist and presses the stub of the cigarette to the back of Prophet's arm.

The pain burns. Of course it does, it's a cigarette, and the pain radiates up Prophet's arm, settling nice and neat in his wrist and fingers. Prophet goes from soft to hard and heavy in a matter of seconds. He gasps, hand curling into a loose fist as Mick takes the cigarette away.

"I have to take care of the girl's body now," Mick says as he stands from the chair he sits in. "But I'll be back tonight. I'll fuck you if you've been good. You won't like it if you aren't."

Prophet swallows around a suddenly dry throat and nods. "Yes, sir," he rasps.

"You want the ring and plug?" Mick asks expectantly.

Prophet nods, biting back a pleading whine. "Yes, sir."

Mick smirks. Prophet feels a thrill shoot up his spine.

21 - Orgasm control/edging

Prophet was in prison for a while, during which his wife divorced him. Granted, Prophet's sex life wasn't that great to start with, but he wasn't expecting this to feel so good.

Mick takes his hand away again, and a choked noise falls from Prophet's mouth. The sniper smirks and backs away.

Prophet twists in his bonds, pushing into and pulling away from the vibrations currently buzzing against his prostate. He whines lowly.

Mick laughs softly. "Come on, Jon," he says softly. "Give us a show."

Prophet glances over to the hetero couple tied to the radiator, getting steam burns because the radiator isn't off. He moans, head thrown back to the ceiling as the. Ibrations get more intense. Fuck, he's in for a long night.

Mick's always more intense while his victim's are captured.

39 - Intoxication/Drugged

Mick's high tonight. He's shot up because, of course, he has. Now, he wants to fuck Prophet.

"C'mon, Jon, just a little shagging. Not gonna hurt anyone."

Yes it will, because in the process of shooting up, Mick had forgotten he had an audience of one. A man Prophet would very much like to leave. Prophet's never been good at saying no to Mick, especially not now that they're in the killing business together.

Mick chuckles wildly, reaching up and grabbing Prophet by the back of the neck and pulling him down. Prophet's lips smash against his, a messy clicking of teeth and press of tongue, and Prophet quickly gets with the program and melts.

Mick's hands fumble with the buttons on Prophet's shirt and with a short rip, Prophet is bare chested in front of Mick and panting for air. Prophet's blood rushes south as Mick pulls back and starts nipping at Prophet's nipples instead. Mick takes one hand and trails it down to Prophet's pants, somehow undoing his belt and yanking down his zipper. Then Mick's hand shoves the jeans out of the way and exposes Prophet's red and rapidly swelling cock to the cool air. Prophet's whimpers around a startled swallow.

Mick smirks. He strokes Prophet's cock quickly, nipping and sucking on the older man's nipples, keeping him still with a hand on Prophet's neck. Prophet couldn't hold out if wanted to. He comes long and hard all over Mick's clothes.

"Dirty boy," Mick laughs. "On your knees."

Prophet doesn't hesitate to comply, sinking down on shaking legs, mind still couded from the lightning strikes sparking up his spine. "Yes, sir," he says softly.

Mick's pupils are large and black when he laughs again and rips off his belt and pants.

54 - Obsessive/Possessive sex

"Mine," Prophet growls, stabbing the knife into the girl's corpse. "He's mine!"

"Yeah?" asks a long-familiar voice. A hand curls around the back of Prophet's neck, pressing down until Prophet's face down and holding his weight on his arms. The woman's blank, lifeless eyes stare up at Prophet's. Despite all his time thinking that he'd hate the sight of the dead, the fact that he's on all fours over a corpse just turns him on.

Mick kneels down behind Prophet and smooths his hands up Prophet's leg, down his back. "Jealous, love?" Mick asks knowingly. "Hate that she got to put her hands on me? That she knows what this dick feels like?"

Prophet swallows hard as Mick hooks his fingers in the older's belt loops and draws down the pants slowly. "Yes," he whispers, not trusting his voice.

Mick laughs softly. "Look what you've done, pretty boy," he murmurs. "You've killed her for taking what wasn't hers. You did that."

Prophet's blood rushes south. "Mine," he pants as Mick rucks up his shirt and kisses his spine, all the way down to his tail, then down the curve of Prophet's ass, then to his empty, quivering hole.

"Stay still, pet." Mick shoves his tongue inside Prophet's hole. Prophet gasps and comes untouched, spilling his load right onto the corpse's body.

(Bonus)

41 - Latex/Gloves

"Mm," Mick says, watching Prophet's hand on his cock. "Love the way you look in those gloves, pet. Go on, use that other hand. Stretch me."

Prophet's dick gives a valiant effort to rise, but is stopped by the cage once more. He whimpers. "Yes, sir."

Mick chuckles. "You'll get your, pet. In time."

Thank you! @math-cade

#criminal minds #criminal minds suspect behavior #ask #are we mutuals?#math cade #thanks math!#nsft #ask game #writing prompts #smut prompts #mad writes #mick rawson #jonathan simms #mick rawson/johnathan simms #micphet

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late-to-the-magnus-archives · 9 months

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Choices - a TMA x Malevolent crossover series, taking place in the Dark World

The Dark World can be very dangerous. One dark night, hiding from predatory crows, Jon and Martin—and John and Arthur—have an important talk.

A Malevolent x TMA crossover. Part of the Just a Little Sidequest series.

Okay, I've started a new AU, and it's thanks to @captaincravatthecapricious. We are now following the adventures of John, Arthur, Jon, and Martin in the Dark World as they try not to be tormented by The Horrors… and try to find Faroe. Yes, this is Jasper's fault. Enjoy.

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QPR John & Arthur.

This is taking place in the Dark World, so understand, they are all dead - but they are also together, and that's what matters.

You don't have to see anybody die.

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“Hey, Jon?” Martin’s voice was quiet, though that was likely pointless; the pecking thrushcrows on the roof definitely knew they were there.

“Yes?” said Jon; his eyes (all of them) moved constantly, studying what dug relentlessly at their dwelling, what made the nightmare sounds.

Martin shifted. He knew it was silly to hide under the blanket; it wouldn’t stop even a normal crow from pecking him, never mind one of these things. It still felt better. “We need to eat. We can be injured. I got a sunburn, preparing the place for these birds. I… I’m sorry. I know you’re busy.”

“It’s all right, Martin.” Jon’s voice was doubled, deepened, echoing the way it did when he was keeping an eye (ha-ha) on too much. “Ask your question.”

Martin shifted again. He thought Jon was lovely like this (so esoteric, so removed) and suspected it meant he was a little messed up in the head, but that was the least of his worries. “Those birds could kill us.”

“Strip the flesh from us,” Jon corrected, no emotion in his voices now. “Stain their beaks with our blood. Steal whatever they can peel off our forms and fly away to make gristly nests.”

Martin had heard all this before. Jon had been very clear when he’d gotten his vision, shouting instructions across the Chasm. It still turned his stomach. “Then what’s the difference between life and death, anyway, if we can just die again?”

Jon came back into himself. He turned toward Martin, extra eyes closing, green glow fading, and all the strange, inhuman polish disappeared as he turned toward his love.

Then it was just Jon. His softness, his gentle eyes, all for Martin. “We can’t die again,” he said. “We can be reduced to shredded veins like spaghetti in this place, but we can’t die again. There’s no escape. That’s the difference.”

Martin touched Jon’s cheek, swallowing hard. The birds banged on the roof and the walls, almost as if trying to make such sound as to panic their prey into running. “So we can suffer?”

“We can suffer. But we don’t have to.”

“Are there safe places in this Dark World?” said Martin.

“Yes. But so far away, Martin. So far. It’s going to take us months to get there when we finally decide to leave.”

Martin sighed, cheeks puffing out. “So it’s about staying healthy until we can go.”

“Yes. Preparing. It’s why sometimes I insist on legal tender instead of goods when we’re bartering.”

“Do we age?”

“Only if we believe we should,” said Jon.

Martin swallowed. “I don’t know how to not do that?”

“I’ll do it for you.” Jon drew him near. He was the smaller man, slight, significantly lighter; but that didn’t matter now. “I won’t let any harm come to you.”

“Forever is a long time,” Martin said.

“When you’re done here, we’ll go elsewhere. All the worlds end here; all their histories and peoples, arts and sciences and foods. We will never run out of things to see. I just want to be sure….”

“Sure of what?”

The beaks were like cruel rain all around them, startling, uneven.

“I want to be sure we have… options. That they can’t separate us, or force us into some… eternal menial job, or worse.”

“So all of that sounds horrible,” Martin said softly. “What you’re saying is you want to lean into this god thing that Kayne guy keeps telling you you are.”

Jon fell silent.

Martin kissed him. “I don’t care, you know. Whatever weirdness is going on. It’s you I love, and you are very much still you.”

“Warts and all?” Jon’s smile was weak.

“Warts and all.” Martin’s smile faded. “Do you think he’s right?”

Jon sighed. “I don’t know. I can’t see myself. Apparently causing the apocalypse, killing your maker, and then dying by your lover’s hand isn’t the usual method of obtaining, but I seem to have hit some kind of metaphysical lottery.”

Some angry thrushcrow banged the boards nailed around their windows. Martin jumped. “Lucky us.”

“We are. We’re together. We have a leg up, thanks to whatever is going on. We’re going to be all right.”

“What about our neighbors?”

Tha answer came at once. “So will they. Whatever that John is… he’s growing. From what they’ve said, I don’t think he could do that back on Earth; it was too separated from magical folderol. But here? He’s absorbing it like… like…” Jon hesitated. “The… Hulk and gamma radiation?”

Martin laughed. “Gods, I love you. I accept your ridiculous analogy.”

Jon harrumphed. “It wasn’t that terrible. anyway. It’s only a matter of time before he’s back to full godhood—and whatever he is is significantly more impressive than whatever I am.”

“I disagree.” Another kiss. “John can go hang.”

They both chuckled, a sweet sound under the cawing like frustrated screams. “Be nice.”

“Never again,” said Martin loftily, then sobered. “And Arthur?”

Jon laughed softly. “I almost pity anything that might come after him once John’s come into himself.” He sighed a little. “That will be such a sight to see.”

“Sounds like we need to stick near them so you can.”

“I’d like to.” Jon snuggled closer.

“So would I.” Martin didn’t know how he’d do this without Jon. He also knew he wouldn’t have to. “I know this, though: I see all I really need right now.”

Jon wrapped around him. They shared air, and quiet kisses, and eventually fell asleep to the sound of rhythmic, futile pecking on the roof.

Arthur lay in their bed, windows boarded, room secure, but the pecking and cawing of the thrushcrows on the roof pinged at his nerves, making him tense as one of those boards.

It was still wrong, hearing the things the Archivist had described, and not even being able to peek. It was still unfair, that whatever death meant gave him back the strength of his youth, but not his sight.

“Hey, John?” Arthur’s voice was tight.

What? said John, whose attention was split, who gripped Arthur’s sleep-shirt in a tight fist as though to keep him from being carried away.

Arthur’s jaw clenched. He knew he’d only see the ceiling of this bedroom in this tiny, two-story house, and not the crows that wanted to eat them—but he still resented the darkness tonight. “Did you know about these things last time you were here?”

Yes. John always had a particular tone about the Dark World from before they’d met. It was so grim.

“Did you hide from them?”

No. They got me. Along with so many other things.

“Got you?” said Arthur, voice jumping an octave.

The thrushcrows’ calls and sharp attacks grew wilder, briefly like a hailstorm, and Arthur gasped.

You’re all right. They can’t get in. They can’t get you. John’s hand left the shirt and gripped Arthur’s hand, tight.

“What did they do to you?”

Exactly what the Archivist said. Strip your flesh. Leave you shrieking and wishing you could die.

“You went through all of that,” whispered Arthur.

That was the least of it. You’d heal then and… it would start again. Like I told you—we can’t die again.

Arthur swallows. “You had a body.”

Of… some kind. I’m sorry, Arthur—I’ve forgotten. I don’t remember how to do that, or even if I can anymore.

“I don’t care.” Arthur placed his hand over John’s. “I’ve got one for both of us. However it works.”

We’re responsible for however it works, but I don’t remember how to change that.

“You remembered how to taste through my tongue, but not how to give my eyes back.” Low.

Yes.

He wasn’t trying to blame Kayne anymore. They both knew this was somehow because of Arthur. Because of something in his head or heart. Their physical forms were created from their own perception.

But thinking of that made him think of Kayne’s final offer.

The last thing Arthur heard before being killed.

There, there, don’t cry! It’s almost over.

No! No! I’m not ready!

Shhhh-shh-shh. You’ve entertained me, Artie. I’m inclined to give you a choice. You don’t want to throw that away.

(John, shouting, but Arthur couldn’t make out what he said.)

Wh… what choice?

Arthur had never faced anything as inevitable as Kayne. So cruel. That choice…

We’ll find her someday, Arthur, John said, because he knew by now that’s where Arthur went when quiet.

Arthur swallowed repeatedly; the pecking and glass-sharp calls of thrushcrows pierced him the way Kayne’s fingers had in the end, in that final, dying moment. “I don’t regret my choice.” But he did.

Yes, you do.

Yes, he did. “No, I don’t. Fuck you.”

He made you choose between us. I…. I can never pay you back for what you did for me. Now, John’s voice was tight. We will find her. I know what this cost you.

“No, you fucking don’t,” Arthur snapped between clenched teeth.

The thrushcrows responded to his anger. Their cries rose, maybe summoning more birds, maybe just performing nightmare-multiplication, hunger splitting in two, and the banging—roof, doors, boarded windows— grew.

John did not tell him to calm down. So that was good.

Arthur gripped John’s wrist and could not keep in one single sob.

We’ll find her. We’ll figure out how to do it.

“She could be getting eaten by fucking birds. ”

No. No. Remember the wording of his choice. She’s not.

Oh, Arthur remembered.

It’s simple! I mean, you’re bleeding the fuck out, so we’re gonna keep it simple. (Those fingers dug in.) Either I drop you at one end of the Dark World, and you’ll be in a better place, and in spitting distance of Faroe… but John gets dropped at the other end, alone. In an even worse place than the first time.

(Arthur makes a sound. It might have been a sob. He knew where this was going.)

OR… I drop you together. In still a pretty bad place , but… together. Just really fucking far away from her.

Kayne, please!

Shhhh-shh-shh. The way you dealt with Larson’s kid? Fucking delicious. The way you handled Epiales’ bastard? Gods, I couldn’t have predicted any of it. You get this one choice. Thank me, Arthur.

(Arthur sobbed.)

Thank. Me.

(John shouting, words smeared.)

(Could he even live with himself if he chose—)

Waiting, Artie. Do not spurn my favor.

(Hardest words) Th… thank… (words like bricks and vomit and regret) Thank you.

Good boy. Now, choose.

And Arthur had chosen.

Those fingers in his chest—they’d hurt. So much. They didn’t hurt anymore, but even here, he could feel those new scars, five indents over his heart.

Arthur. She’s at the other side. She’s where there are cities and systems in place to handle children who died.

That makes it both better and worse. Arthur chokes another sob, but his anger is dimmed.

We keep working. We figure out your sight, and my strength, and what we can do. We prepare ourselves so we can make this journey. Then, we will fucking find your girl.

Arthur pressed John’s hand to his lips. He was shaking.

Outside, the thrushcrows suddenly flew away, enormous wings slapping the air, caws dropped in favor of eerie, airborne silence.

They spotted some poor fuck, said John. We should be safe now.

“I’d rather wait until Jon—the Archivist—says all-clear.”

Me, too. Besides, it’s like… fuck-o-clock in the morning.

Arthur snorted. “That an official time?”

Clocks don’t lie.

They had no clocks. Arthur laughed weakly. He was still leaking a little from the eyes, but he believed John.

They’d find her. Somehow. Some way.

John stroked his hair. Go to sleep. I’ll keep watch.

“I know you will.” And Arthur slept.

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NOTES:

Epiales was the Greek god of nightmares. Wild guess who that might be referencing.

#tma fic #malevolent fic #the dark world malevolent #crossover #just a little sidequest series #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #qpr #qpr john & arthur #jmart #teaholding #jonmartin #kayne malevolent #tma au #malevolent au

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Dark Virus: Chapter 4

YAY THIS FIC ISN'T DEAD I JUST HAVE BEEN TOO STRESSED OUT TO WRITE

Tw: Violence, Puppetry, a dead body is briefly mentioned, flirting? kinda? (Jon calls Compass cute and grabs her face)

The Jon tilted his head, his large grin never even twitching.

“What’s your name?” He asked. Compass stared at him, confused and scared.

“J-Jon, it’s me. You know me,” She said, trying to sit up, causing The Jon to plant his foot on her chest, pinning the smaller automaton onto the concrete floor. The Jon tilted his head to the other side, tilting it to the point where it would have broken a normal human’s neck.

“Do I? Do I? I’ve been having a hard time remembering lately,” He giggled, bending down to get closer to Compass’s face. His hand shot out quickly, grabbing her jaw and squeezing it, his thumb tracing over the compass silhouette that surrounds her left eye.

“You’re cute,” he said, squeezing her face tighter. “I’m gonna keep you,” in an instant, his hands shot from her face to her arms, yanking her to her feet and dragging her over to the table, shoving the body of the Walter Worker onto the ground, where it hit the concrete with a sickening splat. Something red began to leak out of it. Compass only saw it for a split second before The Jon pushed her head down, forcing her to lay flat.

“Stay still,'' he demanded. Terrified, Compass obeyed. The Jon’s face split back into an unnaturally wide smile.

“Good. Now, I’ll have to decide on a string color for you,” He said, before turning away to dig through a nearby box full of more of those colorful ribbons. He muttered to himself as he did.

“Purple would be nice, it would match those pretty eyes of yours. Oh, but I’ve always been a fan of the blue ones. It’s such a lovely color. How am I to choose?” he mused. Compass looked at the door. It was maybe four or five yards away. If she could keep him distracted for long enough, she could escape.

“Jon?” She croaked out. Her voice was quiet, barely a whisper, but The Jon snapped his head to her attention.

“Hm?”

“Can I pick the color please?” She asked, tilted her head to the side. She had seen GG do something similar in the past to get extra goodies from Peter. Her cute face, GG called it. It seemed to have worked, as The Jon's unsettling grin seemed to mellow down into a more natural smile.

“What color do you have in mind?” he asked, his voice turning gentle.

“What about a teal?” She asked, giving the older automaton her best GG eyes. He frowned, thinking.

“That will take a little work, but I think I can do that,” He stated. Compass didn’t have time to celebrate though, as The Jon approached her again, holding blue ribbons in his hands.

“This will have to do in the meantime,” He giggled, grabbing her wrist. “Now, just hold still…”

“NO!” The younger automaton screamed, punching him with her free hand. He fell back onto his rear end with a grunt and a bang of metal on concrete. He growled in anger, quickly rising to his feet, his movements too smooth to be mistaken for human. He stared her dead in the eyes, his anger splitting back into an uncanny grin. He waved a finger at her like a scolding parent.

“Now now, that wasn't very nice, was it? You’re Iucky I want to keep you in good condition, or else I might have done something mean,” He said, uncontrollable giggles shaking his entire frame. He leaped at her again, tackling her to the ground, trying to tie the ribbons around her wrists.

“Hold still! HOLD STILL!” He screamed, trying to pin her down. Compass kicked him in the chest, knocking him back and giving her the chance to take the upper hand. The ex-sailer took it, wrestling on top of Jon and keeping him pinned down, trying to turn him off.

“I’m sorry!” She cried, pushing away his hands as he tried to grab her and gain control again.

Their screaming and wrestling were interrupted by the heavy door opening with a rusty scream. The pair froze, looking up at the door. Compass’s eyes widened.

“Upgrade?”

#steam powered giraffe #spg #spg fanbot #the jon spg #spg au #dark virus

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whatdoeseverybodywant · 6 months

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LOVE - Chapter 4

After getting back together, Janelle finds out thats she's pregnant. Follow along with Josh and Janelle as they deal with the highs and lows of her pregnancy.

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Janelle is played by Justine Skye

Hopefully this is only 2 chapters but you know me lol it might be more.

Sequel to All I Need Is You: Read Here

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

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Janelle was now 8 months pregnant and she was loving every single minute of her pregnancy. Her dad was done with rehab and had moved into one of their guest rooms. Janelle was literally on cloud 9 and nothing could bring her down.

“It’s Josh’s mom's birthday. Do you want to come with us?’ Janelle asked her dad as she, Josh and Xavier were about to head out the door to Josh’s mom's house for her birthday party.

“No, it’s okay. I don’t want to intrude.” Josh sucked his teeth and passed her dad his shoes.

“Come uce. You family.” Janelle’s dad smiled at Josh and followed them to the car.

“You sure your mom won’t mind me being there?”

“I’m sure, now come on”

Janelle had just walked out of the bathroom when she bumped into someone. “Shit sorry.” He said as he grabbed her arms to steady her

“It’s okay.” She said as she tried to walk around him but he grabbed her arm to stop her.

“Damn you are beautiful” Janelle smiled awkwardly and thanked the man. She had never seen him at any of the family functions before. She tried to walk away again but he moved in the same direction she was trying to walk, blocking her. “What’s your name?” He asked and she narrowed her eyes a bit. Either he didn’t see that she was pregnant and wearing this big ass engagement ring or he just didn't care. “Damn you scared to talk or somethin’?” She tried to walk around him again but he gripped her arm.

“Ow, what the fuck.” She said, trying to snatch her arm away from him.

“Yo!” Josh yelled and stepped in between Janelle and the mystery man. “The fuck is you doin’ here?!”

“Ohh, this the new baby mama.” He said looking Janelle up and down, his gaze lingering on her breast.

“What.are.you.doin.here” Josh repeated, pushing Janell behind him.

“I’m here to see my nephew and I have a message from my sister.” He said pulling a folded up envelope out of his back pocket and handed it to Josh. Janelle was even more confused now. “I’ll be seeing yall” He said, giving Janelle one more lingering gaze before turning on his heels and walking away.

Josh waited until the man was out of sight before turning to Janelle. “You alright?” He asked checking her wrist and arm for bruises.

“I’m fine. Who was that?” She asked, watching as he pulled out his phone to send a text.

“Ximena’s brother.” He muttered, clenching his jaw.

“Xavi’s mom?!” Janelle said with wide eyes. “What the letter say?” Josh handed her the letter.

“I don’t even care.” He stressed. Janelle opened the letter and her mouth hung open in shock. Ximena was taking Josh to court in order to get Xavier back in her care. When she handed the letter over to Josh he bawled it up and threw it in the trash can in the bathroom. She was not taking his son away from him.

When Janelle and Josh returned to the party Trinity and Maya ran over to them.

“Are you okay?” Trinity asked the both of them. “Jon and Sefa just threw his ass out. How’d he even get in here?”

“I’m fine.” Janelle said as she looked over at Josh who was looking around the party.

“Anybody seen X?” Josh said.

“Yeah, your mom has him inside. He’s fine.” Josh nodded and looked over at his brothers when they walked over to the group.

“He said nobody invited him. Said he didn’t know it was a party and was just dropping off the envelope.” Jon said and Josh started to rub his temples. He didn’t feel like dealing with Ximena and her families bullshit.

Josh stayed on alert for the rest of the night. He made sure to keep Xavier close to him. Ximena and her family were shady ass people.

“Dad. I just wanna play with Jay.” Xavier pouted up at Josh. Josh went to tell him ‘no’ but Janelle stood up and grabbed Xavier's hand.

“It’s fine. I’ll go over there with him.” Josh tried to stop her but she just shook her head and walked Xavier over to the bouncy house.

“You gotta relax Josh. She ain’t gon come here and kidnap him.” Jon said, passing his brother a beer. “And like you said earlier. She doesn’t know where y’all live at now. So everything is gonna be fine.” Josh didn’t say anything. He just sipped his beer and watched Janelle and Xavier. He knew that Ximena and her family were about to become a huge pain in the ass.

“He’s gonna sleep in here with us?” Janelle asked as Josh was carrying a sleeping Xavier into their bedroom. Josh nodded and laid Xavier down next to Janelle. “Josh, it’s gonna be okay.” Josh sighed.

“Is it though? That’s his mom. You know how the court system is.” Janelle didn’t say anything because she knew he was right. Her mom had done the same thing and living with her mom was hell. She didn’t want the same for Xavi.

“So what are we gonna do?” Josh shrugged.

“I don’t know Nelle.” He laid down and pressed a kiss to Xavi’s head and her belly. “But I’m gonna keep the three of you safe. No matter what.”

Janelle woke up the next morning to an empty bed. She already had a bad feeling about today and she just wanted to stay in bed all day.

Xavier smiled over at her when she entered the living room. “Morning mommy.”

“Morning Xavi, where’s daddy?” He pointed towards the backyard. Josh was getting done with a phone call when Janelle walked outside.

“Thanks Paul, I'll see you next week.” Josh hung up the phone and walked over to Janelle, sitting down on the lounger with her.

“Everything okay?” Josh nodded

“Yeah, I talked to Paul. He’s letting me take the week off.” He sighed, “I’m going downtown tomorrow to talk to my lawyer to see what I can do.”

“Do you want me to come?”

“Nah. You 8 months pregnant. I need you to just stay here and relax.”

“J, come here.” She said as she scooted over so that he could lay next to her. “I know you’re scared and I don’t know what you and Ximena have been through but I’m here for you, you're not doing this alone." She felt her heartbreak as some tears slid down his cheeks.

“I don’t know what I would do If I lose him, Nelle.” She reached over and wiped away his tears.

“She just left him on my momma's porch. Didn’t say nothing to nobody. Now four years later she wants him back. I won’t let that happen.”

Thank you for reading ❤️

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