#of course hes ignoring jons plans

[madlittlecriminal]

OMG I loved the cockwarming blurb 😩 Could i make a request for Scarecrow? Jon is super focused on paperwork in his office at home. Of course it's better to be safe than sorry, but reading over the same documents for a third time is getting to be boring, and it's stressing him out. As a distraction, you start stripping, massaging shoulders, kissing his neck. Anything to get his attention. you end up riding Crane's thigh as a hail mary, which DOES get his attention... 🥴

Pay Attention ↦ Jonathan Crane × Female!Reader

not gonna lie, i got hot thinking about this...lol but thank you! im glad you loved it! :D

Warnings: smut, thigh riding, soft dom!jonathan (i think? he sounded a bit more dom than i actually planned), dirty talk, praise

Jonathan was officially bored of reading the same document over. He's read it three times already and the words were starting to blur together. "Jonathan?" He heard you ask softly from his office door. "Hmm?" You sighed and rolled your eyes at his response. "Are you okay? You've staring at that document for the past 30 minutes." You tilt your head to the side just to be met with another "hmm." If there was one thing you hated was being ignored. "Are you ignoring me, Jonathan?" He didn't say anything as he played with his pen while reading the document. You took a deep breath and took your shirt off, hoping it would grab his attention.

You were met with his eyes still glued to the paper.

You took off your sweatpants, tilting your head to the side as you got closer to him since he still wasn't looking at you.

You walked up behind him and started massaging his shoulders. He didn't protest as it did release some tension he felt. "Aren't you tired?" He didn't respond as he took a deep breath, enjoying you massaging his shoulders.

You huffed out a breath as he did, so you began kissing his neck, hoping it'll get a reaction out of him, but no. He sat there as if nothing was happening when usually, he'd go insane when you'd kiss his neck. You nodded, removing your hands from his shoulders and undoing your bra and removing your panties.

"Jonathan?"

"Hmm?"

You moved his desk chair lightly before sitting on his thigh. "What are you-" Jonathan quickly stopped talking when he was met with your naked figure on his thigh. "Oh now I have your attention!" He gulped, shaking his head and going back to the paperwork. You slightly grinded on his thigh, causing him to gasp. You were wet, but not as wet as he knew could get. "Baby," your eyes met his and he gave you a smirk. "What are you doing?" You shrug, grinding against his thigh again. "Are you having fun?" You nodded as you bit your lip. He put the document and the pen down, leaning back in his chair watching you grind yourself on his thigh.

"You look so pretty when you do that, you know that don't you darling?" You let out a small giggle, making him bite his lip. "You need help, don't you my needy girl?" You nodded. His lips met yours, kissing you passionately as he rested his hands on your hips. You returned the passion of the kiss, your fingers tangled into his hair.

He guided you to move on his thigh as his hands never left your hips. He broke the kiss, biting his lip as he looked at you with hooded eyes. "God, you're beautiful. Keep going, baby and don't stop until you come on my thigh." You moaned softly, grinding against his thigh a little harder, causing him to groan. He knew you needed more pleasure, so he smirked before he started bouncing his leg, making you gasp. "Oh fuck!" He hummed in pleasure. "That's it, darling. You're such a good girl for me." You moaned as he leaned over and began kissing your neck while he continued to bounce his leg with his hands still on your hips.

You tugged on his hair as you continued to grind on his thigh, moaning his name. Your wetness soaked through his slacks, making him groan at how wet you now were. "Such a good girl for me. I can feel you dripping on my thigh, darling." From his dirty talk, the praising, the vibrations from his leg and his hands on your hips, you couldn't take it anymore. The knot in your stomach snapped, causing you to let go of his hair, gripping the back of the chair as you came on his thigh.

He stopped his leg bounce and looked at you with a smile. "Hey," you snickered at his single word, catching your breath as your head rested on his shoulder. "Hey," he planted a kiss on your forehead after you responded. "Do you think you have energy for another?" He fixed your position before getting up with you in his arms before placing you on the desk. With a nod, you look on the desk and push the paperwork to the side. "Don't wanna ruin the paperwork do we?"

"Fuck the paperwork."

#jonathan crane x reader #jonathan crane #jonathan crane x you #jonathan crane x y/n #jonathan crane smut #smut #x reader #dc universe #asks #ask #anonymous #anon asks #scarecrow #scarecrow x reader #scarecrow x you #scarecrow x y/n #anonymous asks

[jaybirdstab]

The family groupchat when Tim announced he was dating Bernard.

Tim: family

Tim: I have an announcement

Bruce: Aren’t you in class?

Dick: aren’t you in a meeting?

Bruce: …

Tim: guysssssss listennnnnnn

Bruce: We’re listening, Tim.

Tim: alright, family,

Tim: I am now in a relationship

Tim: I have grown up

Steph: congrats dude!

Steph: I’m so proud of my ex boyfriend rn 🥲

Jason: lol nice Timmy

Damian: who would date you???

Damian: like genuinely, who is willing to deal with your issues???

Tim: like genuinely, fuck you Dames

Bruce: I may not always like Kon-El, but if you like him, I’m alright with the relationship.

Dick: finally man, your crush on Kon was like so obvious

Dick: were you trying to hide it?

Dick: me and Wally have a bet on it

Jason: who asked who out??

Jason: did you grow the balls to do it? Or did Kon do it?

Steph: brb planning the wedding with Cass

Cass: 👍🏽

Damian: of course it’s Jon’s brother

Tim: wat

Babs: we’re complimenting you on getting a step closer to not dying alone surrounded by files of cold cases

Tim: I’m not dating Kon

Bruce: excuse me?

Jason: ya know,,, for someone who was so “I don’t really like Kon” you seem a little disappointed

Tim: I’m dating Bernard from school

Dick: …

Dick: what’s his vigilante name?

Tim: civilian.

Jason: his name is civilian?

Tim: No.

Tim: he is a civilian

Duke: you’re dating a civilian????

Tim: oh, now you respond!

Duke: i been reading the chat

Bruce: Tim, are you sure you want to date a civilian?

Bruce: It’s difficult.

Bruce: I’ve dated a few civilians before.

Dick: ARe we gonna ignore how we’re civilianphobic??

Jason: lol what

#family gc #jason todd #tim drake #dick grayson #damian wayne #cassandra cain #stephanie brown #duke thomas #bruce wayne #batfam #idk man #bernard dowd #he’s mentioned #timbern #timber #dc #batfamily

[moonflowerdamie]

ok so i just watched volume 2. gonna tell you guys my thoughts because WHAT THE FUCK.

⚠️STRANGER THINGS V2 SPOILERS!!!!!⚠️

seriously. what. the fuck. did i just watch.

i have so many thoughts about ep 8 and 9 so i’m gonna try and condense them into lil sections for y’all so. here goes.

•brenner’s death•

-we were supposed to find it…sad? the death of the man who kidnapped and abused children for his own gain? yeah, nice fucking try duffers, with the ‘sad emotional music’. honestly i’m glad the fucker’s dead. one of the only good things to come out of vol 2.

•will and mike•

-i now understand why the duffers waited until after pride month to release the new eps because wtf??? they’ve built it up that will’s in love with mike the whole season (the whole damn show) and then he just…doesn’t say anything? sure he had that monologue where we all know he was talking about himself and not el but. he didn’t even come out to mike? or anybody for that matter. sure, the scene with jonathan is undeniable that jonny boy knows and accepts him and it was a really sweet scene, but it felt like a cop out. will didn’t ever actually confirm anything. fucking bullshit. william byers get behind me, i’ll protect you from the duffers this time.

•stancy•

-fuck ME i hated this storyline. i fucking HATED it. i’ve already spoken on here about why steve and nancy should never be romantic again, and the fact that the duffers tried to push that arc was bad enough but. also. did you guys clock how ooc steve was because of it??? like, he just starts spouting shit about wanting six kids and a perfect life to nancy, who just NEARLY DIED, and then does it again in the woods when robin runs off alone—completely ignoring her well-being and safety in favour of trying it on with nancy again. that’s so not the steve we know. the steve we know and love would never let robin run off alone, and he certainly wouldn’t be basically ambushing a girl with his fucking life plans that make no fucking sense. and if that all wasn’t bad enough, THE WHOLE PLOTLINE WAS IRRELEVANT ANYWAY. they don’t get together because nancy’s still with jonathan and it never gets addressed again. fucking idiotic storyline.

•jancy•

-ok so can we all agree that this ship has run its course? like, don’t get me wrong, they’ve been cute the past few seasons, and i wouldn’t hate it if they were endgame, but. come on. jonathan is STILL LYING TO HER about college, their plans clearly don’t align anymore and they just want different things in life. and i get it, it’s cute that the actors are dating in real life, but that shouldn’t be the only thing holding the ship together. i just think the duffers have made it clear throughout the season, then with that ending scene in vol 2 when jon and nancy are repairing hop’s cabin, that these two are going to inevitably part ways.

•jopper•

-one of the saving graces of these eps. they FINALLY kissed and it was sweet and cute and perfectly built up, in my opinion. joyce and hopper stay one of the best ships in the show.

•max•

-is she alive? is she dead? WHO KNOWS???!!? honestly the HORROR the duffers have put me through with her this season. it was fucking brutal having to watch her bones snap like that. i was honestly shaking, like holy shit. and then she died, and then she didn’t? hmm? what did el do that saved her? what consequences will that have??? so many unanswered questions. but, i will say this: sadie sink deserves a fucking emmy.

•ronance/vickie x robin•

-i am so beyond pissed at the duffers brothers for the shit they pulled with robin in these 2 eps. like, vickie’s not in the season except for one two minute scene in ep 1 and then they bring her back for the last ep? and yeah, her and robin could be cute i guess, but it felt so shoehorned in. like they clearly just shoved that scene in at the last minute to fill a diversity quota and makes me fucking ANGRY. the opportunity was there for robin to have a fully fleshed-out, meaningful, poignant romance with nancy. they’ve been together all season, they’ve grown closer, understood each other, looked out for each other. hell, i even thought the duffers might go there with that scene where robin grabs nancy’s hand outside the creel house. but no. because why give us an actually good wlw relationship when you can shove it to the side and give us absolutely crumbs of representation? bullshit.

•eddie’s death•

-tbh i was expecting him to die, and so i wasn’t shocked but. it felt very anticlimactic. like, the whole focus was on him dying a hero—but then he didn’t technically save anyone? he just…died? for seemingly no reason? and yeah, dustin’s reaction BROKE me, but like then nobody else ever mentions it? not even steve, robin or nancy, who have been with him the whole season. it just all felt so rushed. joe quinn, you did a great job man, and you deserved better writing.

•elmax•

-is it just me or did every one of max and el’s scenes together feel very…romantic? like, yeah they’re best friends who haven’t seen each other in a while, but all of their interactions were framed and built up to seem almost like lover’s reuniting? like they’re touching each other’s faces constantly when they first see each other again, max is looking at el’s lips, max’s ‘death’ involved el crying over her just as much as lucas. and when el visited her in the hospital everyone like made way for her as if she’s the most important person to max. am i going crazy here??? someone tell me they get what i’m trying to say. anyway, another saving grace of the season, elmax remains superior.

•the ending•

-i actually think the ending was pretty cool. like it sets up a vastly different, darker and more epic final season. we actually saw the battle with the upside down and vecna having disastrous effects on hawkins. and i thought the return of the mind flayer actually was kinda cool, and the way everything was explained was pretty good. but, after these 2 eps, i’m not sure i trust the duffer brothers with another season. well. we’ll see what happens i guess.

overall, volume 2 was a let-down. ooc characters, messily wrapped up plot lines, shoved in, shitty representation. it all felt rushed and like the duffers kinda gave up halfway through. highlights of the eps include: the jopper kiss, elmax, robin grabbing nancy’s hand when she was scared, hopper beheading a demogorgan, eddie playing guitar, erica kicking that one guy in the balls and natalia dyer, noah schnapp, caleb mclaughlin, millie bobby brown and sadie sink’s acting.

what did you guys think?

#honestly i’m so disappointed #stranger things volume 2 #stranger things spoilers #stranger things s4 #stranger things #jopper #ronance #elmax #robin buckley #steve harrington #max mayfield #nancy wheeler #jonathan byers #will byers #mike wheeler #byler s4 #byler

[sadlybeans]

ok but now i need to write down these! (disclaimer: this is a compilation of things i’ve seen + a couple of mine, so you probably know a lot of them already)

✨Batdad headcanons✨

So we all know the classical ‘wouldn’t notice if some other random kid started living in his house’ thing, right? I personally think it’s true to some point. Like, he would notice there’s a new kid he definitely did not bring into the house, BUT he immediately (and mostly correctly) assumes said kid is here because their life sucks otherwise so he pretends not to see. (Bc like, come on, the Wayne family is anything but functional so if this is an improvement, what was their life like before they came?)

He doesn’t really care what the kids do with his money??? If they come up to him and ask “Hey B! Can I have a million bucks?” he would pull out his phone and wire them 2 million without question. The only one who has absolutely zero trust and must say explicitly what he wants is Damian, for obvious reasons.

He says he doesn’t have favourites but everyone knows he does. Cass, of course, and Jason (Do you seriously think he could carry guns with little issue if he didn’t have favourite son privileges?).

In reality, he’s absolute shit at handing out punishment/scolding the kids. He does try, to his credit, but they know how to manipulate their way out of it or bend the rules to their favour.

He tried his best not to swear in front of them as they grew up (still doesn’t swear at all in their presence), but at some point he just gave up on scolding them for it. So while on patrol, he’ll just sigh every time Jason screams “motherfucker!” into the comms, but back in the mansion may god help them if Alfred hears them.

Ever since Dick was a kid he started carrying snacks with him on patrol. Nowadays he needs to be prepared and carry all the specific varieties they like. (He forgot Dick’s mini cereal bags once and he still can’t hear the end of it).

I personally think he would let the public think all the kids are his bio kids. Gotham thinks he’s just really an idiot when it comes to birth control, because surely all those black haired, blue eyed children are his. (The only ones whose parentage is truly questioned are Duke and Damian, but as he grows up Damian looks more and more like Bruce so the speculation dies down).

As a follow up, at first people tried to claim they were pregnant with his kid, but actually it was the Wayne children who shut it down by unsubtly implying all of them were planned and wanted, not accidents. (Which is technically true…)

He may be give Tired Dad energy 90% of the time, but there’s a reason all his kids are insane, reckless, diabolical little terrors. They learnt to be THAT overdramatic from him.

Like, come on. Bruce “I dress as a bat to beat up clowns” Wayne, a responsible and sensible adult?

HA.

He’s always excited to receive AND give gifts to his family. Half the time he just receives drawings of bats, exactly one sock with a silly pattern, or a cheap scented candle from the dollar store but you can bet your ass he treasures every last one of them.

Because of how much he spoils his own kids, he cannot be left unsupervised with anyone else’s children. (Too many times has this warning been ignored— Wally’s still salty that Barry dragged him back home. Jon has his own bedroom in the mansion)

He may have difficulties with accepting he has emotions but he loves all his kids just the same and he never regrets becoming a dad, even if do drive him mad sometimes.

#batman #batfam headcanons #batfam #batdad #bruce wayne #bruce wayne is a good parent

[multific]

His Queen

Jon Snow x Reader

Warnings: murder, blood, witchcraft

Summary: As a last attempt to defeat Jon Snow, the Kings and Lords gather for a meeting, during the meeting an idea comes up in order to defeat Snow. 

A/N: This story doesn't follow the story of the series/books.

“The King in the North has started to reach our borders. He is a threat to us.”

The Kings and Lords looked between one another. 

"Jon Snow is nothing but a bastard. We can crush him easily." said one.

"I think you forget that the last party you sent to kill him, he easily defeated." replied another.

Everyone began to murmur between themselves when a Lord came up with the idea.

"Let us kill his wife. He holds her so near and dear if he was to lose her, he would surely crumble." everyone stayed quiet.

"His wife... is a witch. My men had seen her, while she is a beauty, she holds powers, powers not even a dragon could win against."

"I will send my men, my best, to kill her. We will come up with a plan which for sure will work. Witch or not."

"Didn't someone try to poison her before?" another King spoke up as a Lord nodded.

"Yes, she drank the poison and wasn't even phased by it. I'm telling you all, it is a bad idea to go after her."

But of course, no one listened.

Ten men were sent for Jon Snow's wife.

At the time they didn't know, but none would return.

---

Mornings like these were always your absolute favourites. With your husband still in bed next to you, you played with the ends of his hair.

You smiled to yourself as he moved just a little in his sleep.

Soon, Jon woke up as he moved to lay on his back, you moved to his chest as he let out a soft sigh. The fur now pooled around his waist as your hand ran up his chest.

"Good morning." you said with a soft voice, not quite ready to get up just yet.

"Morning, My Goddess." you smirked as his fingers began to roam your naked back.

He never opened his eyes as you just kept staring at him.

"Our Kingdom is growing, this will come with many enemies." you said.

"More than what we already have?" came his reply with a yawn.

"If they only knew that the King of the North is this lazy. It is almost mid-morning and you still refuse to wake."

"It is my wife's fault. She kept me up all night." you smiled as he finally opened his eyes, looking at you with nothing but pure love and admiration. "What's wrong?" he asked, suddenly his eyes filled with worry upon seeing your expression.

"The wind came with bad news, people are brewing a plan against you."

"You and your powers, My Love... what is the worry this time? A coupe? To kill me? A trap for my armies?"

"Men had been sent to kill me. I can deal with them, once know who they are. Please, Jon, much like before, we act as we don't know."

"Of course," he nodded. "As always, oblivious. Do you know how many?" you shook your head, no.

"I hope, I pray to the Goddess that one day we won't face such dangers. That our children won't have to grow up in fear." you said as Jon sat up, you followed suit, holding the fur to your chest.

He smiled.

"You always speak of children, I like it when you do that. It gives me hope, a reason to fight for a future."

You smiled right back before kissing him.

Oh, yes, mornings like these were your favourites.

---

Staying away from Jon was something you didn't really like to do.

You prefer to stay with him at all times but you understood that he had duties and so did you.

You looked after the young wolves and cared for the pups who were left without a mother after the war. 

The feeling of dread didn't leave you.

Ever since you woke up, you had this feeling, and you knew better than to ignore your instincts.

Your life was in danger as always but now, you won't be merciful.

Last time, it was during your wedding when they tried to poison you. You drank the wine without a problem but the taste of iron never left your mouth. You chose not to speak, Jon only was told years after.

You decided not to tell him because you feared his reaction.

But now, after the wars, after the many lost lives, you were ready for anything.

Their first try came while you were taking your daily bath. One dared to barge in with a sword, trying to kill you. But the man's fate wasn't fortunate.

When Jon heard the news that you have been attacked he was furious. But the scene he saw when he entered the bath wasn't what he expected.

The man now laid, with his head by his lifeless body, his blood filled the bath which you still occupied.

"I'm almost done." you said with the calmest tone Jon had ever heard.

There was something about you, in a bath of blood that just turned Jon on beyond belief. He had seen you covered in blood before, but somehow, this was different.

That night as you two got ready for bed and he finally joined you, you just said "There are more of them." which made Jon nod, he knew you would take care of yourself, but he will also have to look out for himself. 

The second and the third man wanted to take no chances. One watched by the door while the other ran into the library to kill you.

But when everything inside went quiet the other man also emerged from the door and was met with the same fate. 

Both dead, surrounded by symbols drawn with their own blood. It scared the servants, even some knights found themselves to be scared by the drawings. 

But not Jon, never Jon.

He simply entered the room and kiss you on the lips.

Seven men were left. All of which decided to catch you at night. First, they found out that the King was occupied and they all hurried to your chambers.

But instead of meeting with a sleeping Queen, you have been waiting for them. The door locked behind them and only their screams were heard in the night. 

No one dared to approach the chambers. No one dared to open the door.

Jon arrived again, seeing the blood seeping out from behind the door, he opened it and saw a scene that almost made him throw up.

All bodies were kneeling around you in a circle. Kneeling, holding their own heads in their hands as you sat in the middle of them, he wasn't sure if you were praying.

"Darling?" he asked, knowing better than to cross any lines. Knowing the powers you were often playing with.

You looked at him, familiar eyes staring at him as he knelt down to your eye level.

"Let's go to bed in another room." he suggested and you agreed. 

Of course, your loving husband avenged the attacks against you.

In his eyes, no matter if you were never injured, he saw these attacks as an attack on him, because they were.

And Jon never took lightly to harm against you. He would never stop at anything when it came to you. Even if he wasn't king. 

Jon Snow would never let anyone take you from him, you were his.

His Love.

His Wife.

His Queen.

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[doubleslashkarma]

One thing that I've noticed is how TMP has taken TMA staff and sort of flipped them in their heads. We're no longer in a situation where everyone is oblivious, where the people under management are innocent. We're in a situation where everyone knows more than they're letting on, and it's only by a lack of communication between them that we (the audience) don't have way more of the big picture.

At the top of the ladder is Lena, of course. And now, as of episode 7, Gwen is "in," whatever that means, not even mentioning whatever dirt she had on Lena or what she thought she was getting into.

Colin knows the computers are watching and listening, and probably has at least an inkling that the text-to-speech voices aren't just fucked up redundancies. His little maniacal speech at the end of episode 1 proves that he's determined to get to the bottom of whatever is haunting him.

Sam is hiding and lying about whatever happened at the Magnus Insititue, and very pointedly not answering any questions on why he took this job or what he plans on doing here. He is clearly not being honest in his intentions.

There's whatever the fuck is going on with Celia- her constant references to TMA and the way she asks all the questions those of us with meta knowledge would be asking. The way she recognizes Chester's voice. How does she know? WHAT does she know?

And of course Alice, who's been working there the longest, who is strangely insistent that Sam not listen to any of the TTS statements, who begs him to not think about the stories past punchhing them into the system. I refuse to believe she's as totally ignorant as she pretends.

It's interesting because Jon, Martin, Sasha, Tim - they were all innocent, they were all figuring it out as they went along. None of them had knowledge about the supernatural they were hiding from the others, at least not at the beginning. It' a neat subversal of the original dynamic.

#the magnus protocol #the magnus protocol spoilers #<only there bc of reference to 007 #tmagp

[saintmagx]

I Knew you were Trouble❤️‍🔥

Part 3

Pairing: Jimmy Uso x reader

AN: if you would like tagged let me know 💖 Trinity is still with WWE. No specific timeline

⚠️ Warnings: 18+ , swearing, violence (this is the WWE after all) slight smut, infidelity, jealous Jimmy, bad writing, cringe story telling, the Usos (because they are a warning in themselves) ⚠️

JIMMY IS SO FINE LIKE 😭🤤 HELP!!!! Also is anyone else just loving how much fun he’s having on Smackdown right now????? YEEET 🤪 NO YEET 😐

The hustle and bustle of the gorilla can be a bit much for some people but not me, it strangely helps me get in the zone, ready to become my onscreen persona and throw yn out the window. Hunter confirmed the timeline for myself and trinity to win the tag team titles - five weeks away at Summerslam. Trin was still determined to get us an in ring team name and had enlisted Beverly the seamstress to start working on matching outfits - I love her but when she sets her mind to something - nothing and I mean nothing stands in her way.

Tonight I had a singles match against Liv Morgan, a simple one on one match with a clean win for me. Waiting for my cue the Uso’s come through the curtain after finishing their match. Josh greets me with his huge infectious smile and warm embrace, Jon on the other hand greets me with his signature fiery stare.

“Good luck out there yn. The crowd is on fire tonight!”

Josh walks away leaving me standing with Jon once more.

“We need to stop meeting like this.” Jon says with a smirk

“Ah yes, however it is hard when we work at the same place and are friends with the same people, the likelihood of us continually bumping into each other is pretty high.” Proud of my self for my reply I look at him smiling awaiting his response.

“Ya know, for a pretty girl you have a pretty smartass mouth. I sure hope you ain’t all talk and can back up that mouth babygirl.” He gives me a final once over and heads over to Josh who is standing chatting to his cousin Joe.

Focus yn, focus.

“Yn, you’ve missed your cue, get out there NOW.”

Shit. I don’t need distractions right now, I need to prove to Hunter and everyone backstage that i deserve to be here and I deserve these titles.

My match against Liv went to plan, we only had a 7 minute slot so it was quick and effective.

Trin

Hey so a few of us are heading to dinner before you guys have to be back on the road for the European tour. You in?

Yn

Of course girl, lemme get ready and I’ll meet you at the car 💗

Trin

I’ve already left the arena, but Jon and Josh are still there, tag along with them and I’ll see you at dinner 💕

Great. The more I try to keep away from Jon the more fate keeps throwing us together.

The car ride to the restaurant was pretty normal actually. Jon and Josh were in the front talking tactics from their match and goofing off. Me on the other hand was a simple bystander to this, it was nice. The bond the boys have is special, really warms the heart.

“Earth to yn!”

Josh snaps me out of my thoughts

“Sorry, um what were you saying?”

“Damn, not even paying attention to me huh.”

“Oh shush Josh, I’m tired.” I say laughing, I wouldn’t tell them that the real reason I was preoccupied was because I was in awe of them and their bond, those boys don’t need bigger heads.

With Josh fake falling out with me, I turn my attention to Jon.

“Can you tell me what he said?”

“Please?” I beg batting my eyelids, being a little flirtatious always gave me the upper hand, but with Jon it was dangerous territory I was entering.

Looking at me from the mirror he licks his lips.

“Sorry yn! Ain’t no way I ain’t siding with my bro.”

“That’s right uce. Day ones!”

Josh turns to me with a smug ass look on his face. Rolling my eyes I turn my attention to my phone ignoring them both.

Sighing I question “how am I going to manage myself with you two double teaming me.”

Jon’s eyes dart to the mirror with a playful glint in his eyes.

“Im sure you’ll be able to take us.” His eyes revert back to the road as we pull up to the restaurant.

Fluttering. Everywhere. That’s the only way I can describe it. There wasn’t a part in my body left that hadn’t been effected by Jon and his words. When I said double teaming me I hadn’t meant anything by it other than then ganging up on me but now, all I can think about is both their hands on me, Josh attacking my neck, Jon all over my breasts sucking and caressing them.

“You’ve been pretty quiet tonight, what’s up?” Trin enquires.

Truth is I’ve been distracted, Jon’s words in the car, watching Jon interact with Trin like a normal husband and wife, the feeling of jealousy and shame washing over me.

“I’m just tired honestly, plus I’ve still got so much to do before I leave for Europe tomorrow.”

“And moody, was all pissy with me in the car earlier, right Jon?”

“She sure was.”

I look at the twins and flip them off making the everyone at the table laugh lightening the mood. I hate how one man has effect me so much. And I know it’s only going to get worse once we kick of the European tour. No wife and me close by for 7 whole days - it has disaster written all over it.

Sorry it’s kinda short, felt like this was a good place to end! Anyhooo

Tagged: @southerngirl41 @missfamilyjeweles @jeyusos-girl @christinabae @jeyusosgirl @raya-hunter01 @harlem11680 @theogsamoanqueen @harmshake

#wwe fanfiction #wwe #fatu #jimmy uso fanfiction #jimmy uso smut #jimmy uso x reader #wwe x you #wwe x reader #wwe smut #jonathan fatu

[pluckyredhead]

I've been meaning to ask for a while, since you've read so much more Supers books than me, but what are your thoughts on Kon being retconned as Clark and Lex's lab grown love child? Asides from that one mind-controlled-into-shaving-his-head incident, did that ever factor into anything again? Is it even still canon? If it were up to you would you keep it and try to do something interesting with it or just sweep it under the rug and pretend it was never true?

I think it would be a great retcon if they ever did anything with it aside from one (1) incredibly stupid story.

Because the thing is, originally Kon's human donor was Paul Westfield, and genuinely, who the fuck cares about Paul Westfield? He was only relevant for, like, a year. He's a footnote at best.

But Lex? There's so much potential there:

How does Clark feel about it? Does he trust Kon less? Does he feel guilty about that? Does he defend him to people (Batman) who would question him?

What are Lex's plans? You can't tell me he would sic Kon on other heroes once and give up. Lex always plays the long game. He has to have other Machiavellian schemes. What if Kon gets the clone plague again and Lex has the cure? What if he built in a vulnerability other than kryptonite? Most interestingly, what if Lex cares?

And of course, most importantly, how does Kon feel about it? We've seen him ignoring it and then moping about it. And I think it was his Adventure Comics run where we saw him tracking his own behavior to see if he was more like Superman or Lex. But what if a story really interrogated the fact that Kon is a very different person than Clark? (Especially in light of Jon, Clark's mini-me.) Kon likes money; Lex is a billionaire. Kon loves attention; Lex is functionally a supervillain because he's jealous that people like Superman more. Kon is a sweet boy but he's not a shining paragon of virtue. Is that because of Lex's genes? Is everything good about Kon simply Superman's genes? Is Kon is own person with free will that exists beyond picking a donor to emulate? Is a clone a person at all? Let's get into it, DC!

If it was up to me, I would write two stories about it:

First is the story where Kon and Lex actually develop a relationship. Kon and Clark has never been close, and Kon has rarely had a stable home or consistent parental figures (Rex was untrustworthy, Dubbilex got written out a lot, Guardian died and came back as a child, Pa died, Ma lived but Kon died and then got retconned into another dimension...). Kon is primed to fall for lovebombing, especially if Lex is doing one of his regular "no, really, I'm Redemption Arc-ing for real this time!" routines. Especially right now with a trillion Supers Clark likes better hanging around Metropolis, and Lex swearing he's going to be Good...what if he stopped trying to convince Clark, and started trying to convince Kon? What if he spent time with him, and listened to him, and took his side against Clark, and let's be real, probably spent money like water on him? And what if Lex, despite himself, discovered that...he actually cared about his clone son?

Of course, Lex's self-interest would eventually win out. We see this over and over again, where he sacrifices his relationships on the altar of his ambition, where he just can't quite love anyone else as much as he loves being evil. And yes, Kon ends the story hurt, but also with another reminder that validation needs to come from within and not from a billionaire who wants something from you, even if he is your other dad.

(And maybe Clark is reminded that he has failed Kon. Again. Ahem.)

The second story I would write is the one where Lex goes to jail and Kon somehow inherits Lexcorp and many billions of dollars and is cartoonishly irresponsible with all of it. Lex gets out of jail and there's a giraffe in his office and all of his doomsday devices are full of Zesti Cola.

But yeah, instead DC does nothing with it. Literally a few months ago they had Clark and Kon and Lex all having a conversation about a villain Lex created and gave TTK to - so like, talking explicitly about how Lex created Kon, too - and aside from Kon being mildly snide, that was it. That was it! DC WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS. WHAT IS THE POINT OF SETTING UP SOMETHING SO JUICY AND THEN LEAVING THAT JUICE UNSQUOZE.

#kon el #superboy #lex luthor #superman #clark kent #meta

[theonevoice]

Rumination n. 6 - It was all Jim's fault

Well, not all his fault. He walked right into a 6000yo situation of unspoken "do I... would you... could we...", but I think, since he fills the role of comic relief, we are not fully taking into account his impact on the whole ineffable miscommunication mess.

Because he is not just a plot device, he is a character that pushes Aziraphale and Crowley to act in unplanned ways and - most of all - brings some of their worldview biases and traumas out of their dark corners. And I am increasingly convinced that his presence plays a major role in the final breakup, acting as a catalyst for their millennia-long misalignment of hopes and fears.

Sure, he is there to make us smile and Jon Hamm is a joy to watch (I cannot get to his line in ep 1, when Aziraphale tells him that he can see that he's naked, and he goes "Oh! Well, what do you know? Ahahah!" without burst out laughing, even after countless rewatches), but that humor is mainly for us viewers to detect. From Aziraphale's and Crowley's point of view, he doesn't appear as funny as he does to us. For them, he is a source of worry and danger, and I would argue that he is also an incarnation of different desires. And that's the point.

Let's consider for a moment Aziraphale's perspective. He sees his former boss, "most holy archangel" Gabriel, pop up one day at the bookshop, reduced to the mental capacity of a smart dog, vaguely aware that someone was planning to do "something terrible" to him. It is a terrifying spectacle to behold. It's not just the mere danger of having one of the most powerful entities in the universe, possibly still in posess of all his powers, acting like a child. It's the terror of witnessing what Heaven can do to your identity and your mind: imagine Aziraphale - book-lover, diary-writer, Antichrist-locator Aziraphale with the capacity, as per the book, to solve math problems that only people with Nobel prizes could master - trying to process the idea that his former boss doesn't know the alphabet anymore. The idea that he could be reduced to that degree of utter ignorance and unawareness if Heaven decided that their truce is over.

At the same time, what Aziraphale sees is that, once stripped of all the layers of Heaven's legalism, Gabriel is legitimately a great guy. 

We all love Muriel to death, of course, but the more I watch s2 the more I believe that Jim is the most similar "angel" to Aziraphale out of all the ones we see. He is jovial (think at whatever that cheeck squishing thing is that he does during the ball), he is enthusiastic (think at his reaction at his first sip of hot chocolate, and also his genuine "hurray! Let the bookselling commence!"). He is affectionate and open about it ("You're funny, I love you"). He is caring (sure he was struggling to read the room during the demon attack, but still in that moment of danger he has the altruism of thinking to ask if anyone wants hot chocolate, and hot chocolate is the symbol of comfort for him, it's the first thing Aziraphale offers to him to make him feel at ease in the bookshop and the thing that Crowley brings him to soothe his angst after the memory conversation). He is helpful or at least he wants to be (rearranging the books in an order that, if you think about it, follows the criterion of medieval manuscripts illuminators, who usually embellished only the first letter of the first sentence on a page, which makes sense as a frame of reference for an angel whose only experience of books probably goes back to some old Bibles). He is generous and brave (giving himself up without a second thought when he realises that Shax is threatening Aziraphale and all the others because of him). 

As Jim, memory-wiped Gabriel is both Aziraphale's worst fear and his deepest hope: that after all Heaven is the side of good, that all the cruelty and the callousness and the total blindness to the value of life on Earth is just a mishap, that if you scrape off the absurd obsession with World Ending Great Plans you will find underneath a form of good that is pure and gentle. I think Jim, way more than the Metatron and his shitty offer-threat, is the main thing that brings Aziraphale back on the mission of fixing Heaven, "making a difference," not for the greater cosmic good, but to create a safe place for him and Crowley. So they can be safe together.

But something similar happens from Crowley's point of view. He also sees Gabriel as the concrete manifestation of both his worst fear and his deepest desire. The former Supreme Archangel renews the momentarily forgotten awareness of what Heaven and Hell can do to you if you cross them: destroy you either by throwing you into hellfire or holy water, or now by hanging the threat of the Book of Life above your head. Force you to live in a constant state of danger, pressing you against the possibility of your non-existence, making you feel like you have a loaded gun constantly placed against your skull and no magic trick to avoid the bullet.

At the same time, just as Aziraphale, what Crowley sees is that, if you are determined and lucky or maybe just inconsiderate, you can get away from Heaven and live your happy thoughtless life on Earth. Think of how bitter he is when he confronts Jim in ep5, calling him Gabriel and "Oh, yeah yeah, no no no. You're Jim now. Got everything just the way you want it?" I think here Crowley is projecting his desire to be "on the lam having a wonderful time and never be seen again." Sure, everyone is after him and they had to perform a joined miracle to hide him, but let's not forget that Crowley was not doing it to save Gabriel, he was doing it to keep Aziraphale safe. From his point of view, Gabriel did it: he run off, cut ties with Heaven, settled in his little neat new identity, cared and protected, not a thought in his head. And yes, Crowley is painfully aware of how awful it is to have your memory erased - I don't think he would consider it an acceptable price to pay for freedom. But still, Gabriel did what he would like to do. And it does not help that memory-wiped Gabriel presents specifically to Crowley some aspects of his personality in which he can recognize himself. He is curious and asks questions (think of the gravity conversation), and even more important he is ready to dispute the answers that are given to him ("but they don't stay where I put them"). He hears the plan about Nina and Maggie that Aziraphale didn't listen to, and afterwards asks Crowley how it went. He is insightful in his own instinctive way (when he tells Crowley "you're really nice" he's not just saying "you are nice a lot" but also "in reality you are nice", he's seeing through Crowley's rough mannerism even if just seconds before he was angrily shouting at him). He has lost his memory, which by now I think most of us agree it's what also happened to Crowley, at least partially ("I know, looking at where the furniture isn't"). And then, the final nail on the mirror-coffin: Gabriel run away from Heaven for his love. They run off together.

Having Jim right there, in front of his very eyes, I think it's the thing that pushes Crowley back to his old plan of running off together with Aziraphale: he is the living prove that it can be done, further confirmed by his final departure with Beelzebub. Of course, for a brief moment both sides of the metaphisical universe where hunting him down, which is not desirable. But Gabriel was the Supreme Archangel after all, it's only fair that they're looking for him. They are but a former bullied angel and a former already-replaced demon, maybe Heaven and Hell would not mobilised their hosts for them. They could be finally safe together.

So, when you put everything together, I think that what happened at the end of ep6 has more to do with Gabriel and how his presence affected them during the season, than it has to do with the Metatron, or even with the Nina-Maggie foil. It is Jim that pushed a wedge into the thin crack that had always been there, separating what each of them sees as the best way to be safe together.

#good omens #good omens 2 #go2 #crowley #aziraphale #good omens thoughts #go2 spoilers #good omens 2 spoilers #jimbriel #supreme archangel gabriel #the final fifteen #good omens meta

[late-to-the-magnus-archives]

One Six Zero

Jonah knew what he'd chosen to do.

He also knew he hadn't been chosen.

Spoilers to MAG 160. It's my 160th fic, after all.

AO3

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2018, 18th October

Apologies for the deception, but I wanted to make sure you started reading, so I thought it best not to announce myself. 

For a moment, it is my voice, coming from his lips.

I’m assuming you’re alone; you always did prefer to read your statements in private. I wouldn’t try too hard to stop reading; there’s every likelihood you’ll just hurt yourself. So just listen. 

Of course, like all the good advice I’ve given him over the years, he doesn’t listen.

Jon. Jon, Jon, Jon… why do you resist?

You were born for this.

Born for it, even more than I—I chose my god, and though I have teased you about making your own choices, I know the difference. I chose. You were chosen. 

Statement of Jonah Magnus regarding Jonathan Sims, The Archivist. 

My name on his lips… my true, real name. Ah!

Ah.

I grip the arms of my seat, here in the Panopticon, in this dessicated but indwelt temple. Jon. You could have been here with me, were you more wise; I, of course, will still receive the Watcher’s Crown, but that is beside the point.

It will be so much harder for you out there, in the world that we have made.

Why does a man seek to destroy the world? 

I didn’t lie. No. Not here, not in my moment of triumph. Yet hearing these words— for immortality and power, to ensure your own happiness —sobers me a bit. Yes, yes, I shall be king of a ruined world, and yes, yes, I shall never die, and those are key.

But those aren’t truly the reason, are they?

Deep down, Jon, Jon, I know you understand me. I know you feel my rage, though you do not know it is mine for it echoes yours too well. Why does a man seek to destroy the world, Jon?

Because it hates him, and so he must hate it back.

I believe there are far more people in this world that would take that bargain than you would ever guess. And I have beaten all of them. 

The truth comes out there, I suppose. I beat them because they deserved it. Because they hated me; because many still would, if they knew the body I’d taken, knew this sex was not mine by birth, as if any of them have the right to judge me. Ignorant, infantile, puerile little creatures, slithering through their days with puny fears and cheap desires, never knowing the true glory of being seen, never understanding how good it is to know.

To know everything. Every thought, every emotion. Every hidden little secret, tucked away in the nooks and crannies of the wretched human spirit.

I’ll not bore you with details of my bodies and failures through those intervening years. Suffice to say I kept busy, both planning my own next attempt, and doing my best to stymie those others who tried versions of their own. 

How he wonders! I see him through borrowed eyes, listen to his voice—to your voice, Jon, a voice I have always liked—and again, I wish you could have been here at the end of it all.

Such a fool. A delightful, easily-led fool.

I know you were confused. My dear Jon, so neurodivergent —a term relatively new, but meaning the same thing as changeling, really. You felt things when you talked to me. You felt our singularity—and yes, I use that word correctly—for we are that point at which change becomes uncontrollable and irreversible, affecting all of civilization. 

You felt it when we spoke, away from Daisy or Basira or Tim. Felt that small and quiet place where only you and I stood, and only you and I shared experience, you and I traded feelings. Where only you and I speak this particular language. Not everyone can be a true cleric for the Eye; it is a dumb master, but both keen and gloriously cruel.

And it chose you. It chose you, over me.

For this… that’s all right. I don’t have to be marked by them all. You do.

The only way to ensure I did not suffer the tribulations of what I believed to be an inevitable transformation was to bring it about myself. So what began as an experiment soon became a race. 

I didn’t have to be terrorized by everybody. I didn’t have to be seen by every firebug and fortuneteller. But you did, didn’t you? It will be worth it. I will receive my crown, and see all; you will be… the conduit, and everyone will see you in their dreams.

Jon. Jon. Jon. If you had been here, you could have watched, too, with me.

You are a living chronicle of terror. 

I have no pity left to give you. The world stripped mine before menarche.

I watch you in my place of power. Watch you trembling, shaking; sweating heavily, rocking back and forth as if to physically hurl yourself away from the statement in your hands, but your face, Jon… your face! Eyes dilated and unblinking, lips pulled back as if in lust, dark cheeks flushed, hair (still too long for office-work, but I never gave you trouble over it) sticking to your forehead.

Jon. You are beautiful. In the way a strange, mutated frog is beautiful: unique, precious, and meant to be dissected.

I would have done, if you’d been with me here. You would have loved it here. Exposed, revealed to the Eye in ways you could never yet dream.

Oh, well. You preferred good cows.

For all your glory… your beauty, your foolish weirdness, your stubborn loveliness… you’ve made your choice, and so have I.

(And so has the Eye, but we will not think about that now.)

But it left me a gift: for sat in that watchtower, I could see everything I turned my mind to. 

Martin is coming. I see him, Jon; he’s smiling at the sky, and he’s taking pictures of cows on his phone for you. He loves you, you know. With all your flaws.

I comprehend him because I’ve observed him, but I don’t really understand. If you were mine, I’d burn those flaws away. But no, not him, not bumbling deceitful Martin, who smiles his way into your heart and has every intention of putting up with all your—

You are prepared. 

It’s time!

You are ready. 

Yes! Yes! My heart leaps! My own eyes fill, and tingles of raw adrenaline race through my every limb!

You are marked. The power of the Ceaseless Watcher flows through you, and the time of our victory is here. 

I laugh (or sob), with no one to witness, the echoes dying with only the Eye to see.

Don’t worry, John. You’ll get used to it here, in the world that we have made. 

Yes! Jon, it’s time! It’s time! Don’t you see? This will be so beautiful!

Now. Repeat after me. 

I raise my face to the darkness of my tower, my seat rising, the tower shaking, the Panopticon wrenching through the soil of central London like a phallus through virgin flesh, and the irony of this tears more laughter from me even as I expand, change, stretch, rise into the air, and it all

Come to us in your wholeness. 

floods

Come to us in your perfection. 

tears

Bring all that is fear and all that is terror and all that is the awful dread that crawls and chokes 

not the crown, I

and blinds and falls and twists and leaves and hides and weaves and burns 

Jon, it’s not the Crown, it

and hunts and rips and bleeds and dies! 

I am become the Pupil of the Eye and I am lost.

Come to us. I… OPEN… THE DOOR! 

And I think

(Barely, my thoughts rise as I rise with my tower and together we pierce the world) 

I think

this

Crown was

(Jon is screaming, and he does not see how beautiful he is with the crown atop his head) 

meant for…

(Jon) 

for you.

Jon!

The world changes, rips, spills its guts into the water of reality and muddies it, impossible to ever be made clean again. I rise. I see. All.

Bliss. Floating. Smearing. All things, every heart, every fear. All of it, too much.

Jon… you should have…

(he is still still screaming) 

Come to me. You still can.

(chosen he was chosen this was meant for him)

I wish you could come to me. We are meant to torment one another for all time. We—

(the crown magnificent and terrible and shining with the light of his new eyes) 

You will come to me.

Look at the sky, Martin. Look at the sky. It’s looking back. 

I am looking back. Jon. I wait for you in the heart of the new world we have made. I wait.

Together, we will see it all.

#tma spoilers #mag 160 #tma #tma fic #magnus archives fic #elias bouchard #jonah magnus #jonathan sims #jonah magnus/jonathan sims if you squint #trans jonah magnus

[findafight]

tbh i think ppl that genuinely think steve dragged her there kind of take nancy's behavior at the party in the best light/take nancy at her word bc,,,, we see nancy excited for the party to the point of spending time making a costume and encouraging jonathan to come only for her to start lashing out at steve right after they get there. like i always felt so bad for him when tommy and billy start harassing him and nancy literally rolls her eyes and just stalks off only to start heavily drinking specifically to spite steve given what she says about how she's just acting normal like he wanted (also that smug look she sends him right after continuing to drink). idk the way nancy starts acting out (this makes her sound like a 5 y/o throwing a tantrum but,,,, if the shoe fits) could make it seem as if she's been forced to do something against her will when taken out of context but in context she's literally just acting like a huge asshole to her boyfriend bc she's upset about something she hasn't even told him about. i get upset when i think about it too much bc ppl focus way more on the bullshit scene (for obvious reasons) but nancy really was treating steve like shit that whole night.

yeah like. Owens talks about "the anniversary effect", and I think that's hitting Nancy hard, and so she's lashing out! She's a teenager and she doesn't know how to handle her grief and her desire for justice. That's fine and she deserves to yell and cry about it. But she also isn't communicating what she actually needs from Steve because I don't think she really realized it until she saw the redhead in the library. And dropping that on him and kind of freaking out about it at school wasn't really the most appropriate place to have a deep discussion on what to do. (idk why people view this as steve just flat out refusing to talk about it ever, it's clear to me he's nervous about it because they're at school and he doesn't want to be overheard and doesn't want to risk the government hurting them/their families)

We see Steve do his best to support Nancy by going to the dinners with the Hollands, and also encouraging her to go to the party, after we have been shown Nancy talking about it and inviting Jonathan and excited for it. He is engaging her with something she was looking forward to. idk why people view this as steve just flat out refusing to talk about it ever, it's clear to me he's nervous about it because they're at school and he doesn't want to be overheard and doesn't want to risk the government hurting them/their families. Yeah maybe if she had asked him to come with her on the plan to entrap Owens he would have said no, but at least he would have known where she was at and what she was thinking, instead of the sudden one-off talk they had in the library.

I guess if people only watched tina's party and not anything that came before they could see nancy as completely correct and that steve was pretending while she didn't want to (instead of mostly pretending with Steve and having had one freak out about it in a place that people could overhear) and that he dragged her there. But it's astounding that people can watch Nancy smile and give the flyer to Jon and still say Steve was a bad boyfriend for taking her.

She is definitely drinking vindictively in the scene, even though for all Steve knows Nancy genuinely wanted to go and have fun at the party. He's trying to get her to slow down and idk I've seen some takes as this showing Steve is controlling but legitimately what the fuck else are you going to do when you see someone you care about (friend/partner/whatever) ignoring you and being kind of an ass and drinking way too much while obviously upset about something. Of course he would encourage her to slow down!

He doesn't know what's wrong because Nancy actually has a habit of not talking or communicating to her boyfriend what is upsetting her. Nancy is so over pretending but she has only barely broached that with Steve. He did try to shut it down, but I don't remember him saying he was unwilling to talk about it, just that it was a bad idea, and that Nancy was coming with this "tear the lab down" thing from nowhere.

Part of the problem is that Nancy had feelings for Jonathan and didn't know what to do about that, and so decided that actually, everything was Steve's fault, because he wanted to be normal, he wanted to go to the party and have fun, he wanted to date and be in love, when, to drunk Nancy's mind, she wanted none of that. (even though we are shown that that isn't true) So she's going to drink and she's going to have fun and she's not even in love. (idk it depends on the day for me if nancy was faking the whole time or did, at some point, fall in love with him and then out of love.) The whole party scene is a mess for Stancy and poor Steve has no idea why his girlfriend is drinking too much and suddenly acting like they're fighting when there's no reason to. and then he gets yelled at and told she's pretending to love him.

#findaanswers #Anonymous #nancy wheeler #steve harrington #stranger things #st2 #stranger things meta #sort of? #also to not that the narrative of the show not allowing nancy to be wrong enforces the view that steve fucked up worse than we see he did #like its this weird thing where we're shown one thing and told another by the reactions of all the characters its so weird

[cult-of-the-eye]

MAG 83 woop woop!!

JONNY BOY

ooh first proper statement in a while

Wait he took some statements with him??

Georgie is actually so right. I love her so much. He really needed some good fucking advice in his life from someone he hasn't thought might've killed someone before

I COULD BE ON DRUGS HAHAAAAAA NO YOU SMALL LOSER BOY

Why did he even jump to that conclusion?? I wasn't thinking ah yes drugs and I don't think a normal person reacting to this situation would immediately jump to drugs maybe insanity yes but not drugs

Universal autistic experience, having someone you're close to say that they know you "get obsessive about stuff"

YES GEORGIE!!!!! SHES THE ONLY ONE NOT FUCKING ENABLING HIM!!! HE DOESNT NEED THE STATEMENTS

oh shit is this the start of him depending on the statements??

Oh shit I guess not being able to go back to his flat makes him homeless

Oh right someone dropped the statement through the letter box

SHIT SOMEONE DROPPED IT THROUGH THE LETTER BOX

SOMEONE KNOWS WHERE HE IS

AND IS GIVING HIM STATEMENTS???

Fucking Elias I bet, who else would it be??? he was like yah I know where Jon is but I'm not gonna tell you to daisy and he's creepy enough to fucking send statements through the mail so there

Ok I'm sorry what was my man doing in those four days??? Sitting there rocking and muttering to himself staring at a fucking piece of paper?? Hmm?? Not fucking sleeping???

Investigating MY ASS what INVESTIGATION do you plan to do holed up in your ex gfs house???

Ah fuck he needs it

When does it stop becoming paranoia and start becoming an addiction?

YEAH GEORGIE YOU SHOULDNT BE KEEN ON WEIRD STALKERS KNOWING YOUR ADDRESS YOU'RE ABSOLUTELY CORRECT AND THE ONLY SANE PERSON IN THIS WHOLE PODCAST (apart from Joshua Gillespie and Karolina gorka my loves)

AHHH HE DIDNT EVEN GET THROUGH HEAD HES JUST GOOD OLD JONATHAN SIMS NOW

He doesn't have any of that pomp and fancy pants titles anymore, it's just the fucking paranoia and realisation that it's not just a normal job, he can't ignore it anymore

It's funny how it finally sinks in how it's not just a normal job when he gets fired from it

Ok just did a quick google fanton isn't a real department store that's a good start

Haha yeah customer service people deserve medals

Omg of course the tma transcripts write Halloween as Hallowe'en that's so tma of them

Oh fuck stranger alert

Oh shit is that Nikola??? As in everyone on Tumblr talks about her Nikola???

Her condition?? Why does it sound like they're describing her as a fucking werewolf??

Ok this is fucking creepy I actually fucking despise mannequins I don't think I'm gonna enjoy these stranger statements

FUCK I HATE CLOWNS

AHHHHHHHHH

Ooh she's smart she goes in with 999 dialled love that for her

oh FUCK that shhh was terrifying

Oh god Lana was killed???

Blood in a single neat line across her lips???

Uckinf SHITBALLS

Jesus fucking christ

I BET HIS ASS MISSES THOSE "EXPERT" ASSISTANTS

FUCKING BREEKON AND HOPE???

Circuses, skin, not quite real - the STRANGER

It seems like now he sort of knows what's going on, he's catching on really quickly, he's categorising things and using what he knows which is good it's steps in a positive direction

I guess he doesn't want another axe table fiasco

The taxidermy shop oh yeah the guy who was like yeah this is paranormal and creepy as fuck but he's not committing tax fraud so it's fine loved that guy

Elias probably sent it

Oh shit he doesn't know Elias knows where he is

SHIT IT WAS HAND DELIVERED

God poor Georgie, she's housing his pitiful ex boyfriend who lost his weirdo job and is going insane and bringing the weirdness to her life

What was he looking into??? Like Not-Them stuff??

"I've got work to do." Fucking famous last words

Jonathon "workaholic" Sims strikes again

Although I guess it's not workaholic when it's threatening your whole life

I guess it's just...surviving

#That was thrilling #it really hammered in my fear of mannequins #I'd actually be terrified alone in a department store at night when it's dark #even without the paranormal shit #i was gonna work on my fic which i am determined to finish #but i decided listening to an episode would help with the migraine #it did #but its back #anyway #happy halloweve you crazy people!!! #tma #the magnus archives #jonathan sims #martin k blackwood #tim stoker #sasha james #georgie barker #jarchivist #elias bouchard #mag 83 #the stranger #not them #breekon and hope #the circus #cult listens to tma

[im-the-queen-of-stardust]

What really gets me about today's @a-mag-a-day episode is that if what Anabelle claims is true (and it's the Web, I never trust them to tell the truth), Jon has been manipulated all his life.

MAG 160 already was a gut punch, because every step Jon took, every attempt to do something good like saving Daisy and Martin, was just another checked mark on Jonah's to do list. So bad enough that during his entire time at the institute his life used to further the terrible plan of some Victorian prick, but at least Jonah explicitly said that it was just Jon's own rotten luck. Could've been anyone.

But now the Web says they chose the most likely candidate and shaped his whole life to fit what they needed for their plan. Jon's whole fucking life not a single choice mattered*, because the literal embodiment of humanity's fear of being manipulated railroaded his life to end at this exact point. It's like a shitty RPG where you get the illusion of choice but the ending stays the same, no matter what you do. It's exactly like Annabelle said in 147:

Free will is simply ignorance. It’s just the name we give to the fact that no one can ever really see everything that controls them.

And it pisses me off, because later in that statement she claims this:

So I thought perhaps I should leave a little something to reassure you that, yes, your actions and choices have all been your own.

Have they been controlled? No more than gravity controls you when you walk, or hunger controls you when you choose your meal. There are certainly new forces, new instincts and desires, that shape your actions; perhaps you’re unprepared for them.

But if you choose to believe in a free will, then yes: All you have done has been of your own free will. They have all been your choices.

Because free will is bullshit if you take away the other options. It's bullshit if you manipulate the gravity around someone to push them a certain direction.

And I'm a bit sad that we never really got the chance to see the repercussions of this revelation. Because what does that knowledge do to a person? That ultimately invisible strings have been pupeteering you all your life to make just the right choices?

Jon said he has never felt more powerless than when Daisy took him to the woods to kill him. Well, what's more powerless than to look back at your life and realise the power to decide over your own fate has never been truly there?

Idk, something about Jon being manipulated by both Jonah and the Mother of Puppets. But Jonah was just a man, using Jon for a few years, and the Web is an eldritch force looming over his whole life.

*of course not every single choice. It mattered that he chose to trust his friends. It mattered that he chose to love Martin. But in the end none of that changed the ultimate outcome.

#this got longer than intended #i could just write whole essays about jon #i hope im not wrong about the whole we see no real repercussions of this because i didn't explicitly check #i just dont remember it happening in the last episodes #jonathan sims #tma #the magnus archives #tma spoilers #i guess #the magnus archives spoilers #mag 197

[lolitastories]

BLACK AND BLOOD

Y/N L/N is the daughter of the Great Khal Drogo although she was raised by the king of the unknown lands. After finding out he died she travels and finds the one who caused his death. Along this adventure she meets the mother of dragons. Jon Snow. Night walkers. We will see if she really has the Dothraki blood flowing through her veins.

Chapter 1:

“Do you trust her this much?” My eyes are still on Daenery. Eyeing every expression on her face. Evey movement and twitch she may do. Of course I don’t trust her much. She was the reason Khal was dead. The only reason my people and I are here is because I am fulfilling his last command, to place the little queen on her throne. I could have taken the Dothaki back home and I could have gone to Omnis, the unknown lands. “We are fighting for her but what do we get in return?” My older sister kept talking as my older brother scolded her to shut up. I wanted to get up and storm off. She was right in one thing. We are fighting for her. But what we get in return is accomplishment. No Dothraki has traveled across the narrow sea. No girl has led Dothrakis before I took over. Back home we had trouble with rogue Dothrakis wanting to take over our lands. My brother was supposed to take over and join our people but that wasn’t enough when they rebelled again. My father, the king of Omnis, told us to back off. After Khal died the Rogues took over planning to overthrow us but I didn’t let that happen. The loyal followers of Drogo helped me take over and in the process save Daenerys. Now we follow her but haven’t pledged allegiance to her.

“If you want to travel back I will have no say in it sister. I know we are in risky lands, fighting a war that has nothing to do with us but Drogo made a promised and as his kids we will make that promise a reality”

“He abandoned us as kids. Why should we owe him any type of loyalty? Just because he showed interest in us 2 years before his death?” My brother wasn’t the one to forget or forgive. In my heart I know what he is feeling but he also would be lying if those two years weren’t enough for him to build a relationship with Khal.

“I extend the same propisiation to you brother, you may leave at any point you wish to. I will not stop you” His eyes moved from my position to the crowd. When I decided to join the mother of dragons in this journey I gave them the option to stay. In reality I would have felt much better if one of them stayed behind. To protect our lands.The room falls silent as the throne room opens. Daenerys is sitting on the throne. Walking in, Tyrion and Missadei make their way to stand beside Daenerys. The 2 men being escorted by my people stop walking. They look around with caution, wise of them to do so. One man has dark curly hair. Dark eyes that give all his emotions aways, yet his cold face is stone. The other one stands beside him. He was an older man, a certain authority is present.

“You stand in the presence of Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen, rightful heir to the Iron Throne, rightful Queen of the Andals and the First Men, Protector of the Seven Kingdoms, the Mother of Dragons, the Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, The Unburnt, The Breaker of Chains” I couldn’t help but smirk. I feel the tension to my sides but I ignore the two.

“Khaleesi'' My sister scoffts. “She didn’t earn the name just for being Khal's wife for some time” Joia had strong ideas. My people consider her Khaleesi in honor of Khal, which I respect. I will not fight for a position that has no power over mine.

“Why can’t you be more like Grisill, he seems to take a very much interest in our Khaleesi '' I turn to my brother who only shruggs keeping his eyes on the two strangers. They look at eachother unsure on what to say.

“This is Jon Snow” The older man introduces himself. “He’s King in the North” Jon, King in the North. Heard about him on the way to Dragonstone. I thought he would be less stupid then to come all the way from his ice to some cliffs.

“Thank you for traveling so far, My Lords. I hope the seas weren't too rough.” My eyes move to the floor. They always did in situations like these. My father never bothered to correct it as I have spent all my years telling him I would never be part of his console. My sister would marry off to some guy and move away. My brother was destined to take Khals place and I would travel the lands until I got bored and the youngest one, the one child of his, would succeed him.

“The winds were kind, Your Grace.” His voice was low and rough. Maybe the change of weather didn’t help?

“Apologies. I have a Flea Bottom accent, I know. But Jon Snow is King in the North, Your Grace. He's not a lord.” I couldn’t help but smirk. We didn’t have titles such as lords, knights, or commanders. We had ranks of power but called eachother by name, unless referring to the high family.

“Forgive me?”

“Your Grace, this is Ser Davos Seaworth” Tyrion spoke. Seaworth. Davos Seaworth. What a funny name.

“Forgive me, Ser Davos. I never did receive a formal education, but I could have sworn the last King in the North was Torren Stark who bent the knee to my ancestor Aegon Targaryen in exchange for his life and the lives of the northmen. Torren Stark swore fealty to House Targaryen in perpetuity. But do I have my facts wrong?”

“I wasn't there, Your Grace.” Davos responds by moving ahead a little.

“No. Of course not. But still, an oath is an oath. In perpetuity means -- what does perpetuity mean, Lord Tyrion?”

“Forever.”

“Forever. So I assume, My Lord, that you're here to bend the knee.” Such a strong way to get people to follow.

“I am not.” Such a strong way to answer a woman who has three dragons. He doesn’t seem ubothered by Daenerys' smile fading away.

“Oh. Well, that is unfortunate. You've travelled all this way to break faith with House Targaryen?”

“Break faith? Your father burned my grandfather alive. He burned my uncle alive. He would have burned the Seven Kingdoms.”

“My father was an evil man. On behalf of House Targaryen I ask your forgiveness for the crimes he committed against your family. And I ask you not to judge a daughter by the sins of her father. Our two houses were allies for centuries. Those were the best centuries the kingdom's ever known. Centuries of peace and prosperity with the Targaryens sitting on the Iron Throne and a Stark serving as Warden of the North. I am the last Targaryen, Jon Snow. Honor the pledge your ancestor made to mine. Bend the knee and I will name you Warden of the North. Together we will save this country from those who would destroy it”

“You're right. You're not guilty of your father's crime. And I'm not beholden to my ancestor's vows.”

“Then why are you here?”

“Because I need your help and you need mine.” Now that caught my attention. I look up towards him waiting to hear his words.

Did you see three dragons flying overhead when you arrived?”

“I did” He nods unbothered.

“Y/N” All eyes move towards. I only engaged with Daenerys who motioned me to move forward. I walk up a couple of steps placing myself to the right of her and left of Tyrion. “This is Y/N L/N from the unknown lands. Leader of the Dothraki and the unsullied, all of whom have sworn to kill for me” I didn’t stand by her words but I know what is the truth.

“They're hard to miss” A smirk played on my lips. She has the army. The name to take the throne. Three dragons and he still stands there like he has power. The good kind.

“But still, I need your help?”

“Not to defeat Cersei. You could storm King's Landing tomorrow and the city would fall. Hell, we almost took it and we didn't even have dragons.” That is why Davos was brought. He seems to take inconsideration the other side's needs. The King lacks those qualities.

“Almost” Tyrion speaks

“But you haven't stormed King's Landing. Why not? The only reason I can see is you don't want to kill thousands of innocent people. It's the fastest way to win the war but you won't do it. Which means at the very least you're better than Cersei.” Jon tries to take a step forward but is against it as my people flinch.

“Still, that doesn't explain why I need your help.”

“Because right now you and I and Cersei and everyone else, we're children playing at a game screaming that the rules aren't fair.” Daenerys didn’t like that. She stands walk down towards Tyrion.

“You told me you liked this man”

“ I do.”

“In the time since he's met me he's refused to call me queen, he's refused to bow and now he's calling me a child.”

“ I believe he's calling all of us children. Figure of speech”

“Your Grace, everone you know will die before winter is over if we don't defeat the enemy to the north.”

“ As far as I can see, you are the enemy to the north”

“I am not your enemy. The dead are the enemy.”

“The dead?” Her expression falls towards his words. No smile. She looks over to Tyrion who also seems confused. “Is that another figure of speech?”

“The Army of the Dead is on the march” He stops moving his direction to Tyrion. “You don’t know me well, My Lord, but do you think I am a liar or a madman?”

“No, I don't think you're either of those things.” yet the things he speaks of sounds like he is.

“The Army of the Dead is real. The White Walkers are real. The Knight King

is real. I've seen them. If they get past the wall and we're squabbling amongst ourselveswe're finished.”

“I was born at Dragonstone. Not that I can remember it.” She walks the rest of the steps down towards Jon. “We fled before Robert's assassins could find us. Robert was your father's best friend, no? I wonder if your father knew his best friend sent assassins to murder a baby girl in her crib. Not that it matters now of course. I spent my life in foreign lands. So many men have tried to kill me. I don't remember all of their names. I have been sold like a broodmare. I have been chained and betrayed, raped and defiled. Do you know what kept me standing through all those years in exile? Faith. Not in any gods. Not in myths and legends. In myself. In Daenerys Targaryen. The world hadn't seen a dragon in centuries until my children were born. The Dothraki hadn't crossed the sea. Any sea.They did for me. I was born to rule the Seven Kingdoms. And I will.”

“You'll be ruling over a graveyard if we don't defeat the Night King.”

“The war against my sister has already begun. You can't expect us to halt hostilities and join you in fighting whatever you saw beyond the wall.” Tyrion stops once he had reach both of them down the stairs.

“You don't believe him. I understand that. It sounds like nonsense. But if destiny has brough Daenerys Targaryen back to our shores, it has also made Jon Snow King in the North. You were the first to bring Dothraki to Westeros. He was the first to make allies with Wildlings and northmen. He was named Lord Commander of the Night's Watch. He was named King in the North. Not because of his birthright. He has no birthright. He's a damn bastard. All those hard son's of bitches chose him as their leader because they believe in him.” Davos says, a hint of stress in his voice.All those things you don't believe in, he faced those things. He fought those things for the good of his people. He risked his life for his people. He took a knife to the heart for his people. He gave his own-”Befor he could continue Jon cuts him off with a look. “If we don't put asside our enmities and band together we will die. And then it doesn't matter whose skeleton sits on the Iron Throne”

“ If it doesn't matter you might as well kneel. Swear your allegiance to Queen Daenerys. Help her to defeat my sister and together our armies will protect the north.” Jon shakes his head moving his eyes to the ground.

There's no time for that. There's no time for any of this. While we stand here debating –”

“It takes no time to bend the knee. Pledge your sword to her cause.” His desperation would get Tyrion hurt one day.

“And why would I do that?” His eyes directed to Daenerys now “I mean no offense, Your Grace, but I don't know you. As far as I can tell your claim to the throne rests entirely on your father's name. And my own father fought to overthrow the Mad King. The lords of the north placed their trust in me to lead them. And I will continue to do so as well as I can.”

“ That's fair. It's also fair to point out that I'm the rightful queen of the Seven Kingdoms. By declaring yourself king of the northernmost kingdom, you are in open rebellion.” My attention is set aside as Varys starts whispering in my ear. I nod making my way down to Daenerys and giving her the message. “You must forgive my manners. You will both be tired after your long journey. We'll have baths drawn for you and supper sent to your rooms.” She turns to me, “Take the to their rooms”

“Am I your prisoner?” He doesn’t move an inch

“Not yet.” With those final words Daenerys turns her back and walks towards her console. The doors close behind us. Greyworm on the lead as I stand behind the men with a couple dothrakis behind me.

“Notify every elat. Avvos zala kishi khaleesi tat tikh killed she mae remekat” I speak to the men behind me. They open the doors for Jons room and Greyworm motions Davos to follow him to his room. “Someone will be here shortly for anything you need” I gave him a smile before turning around.

“Never heard anyone from the unknown lands” I stop in my tracks turning towards him. Darn.

“Omnis” I simply replied. “We like to keep to ourselves and not both people” I shrug.

“Then what made you come across the sea to fight a war you seem not to have much intrest in?”

“It's a long story”

“Princess?” I turn around and see Varys behind me.

“Rest. You will need it” I watch Jon’s smile and with that I walk along Varys to find Daenerys.

#jon snow x y/n #jon snow smut #jon snow x reader #jon snow x oc #jon #jon snow #jon snow x you #jon snow x yn #got #game of thrones #game of thrones daenerys #Daenerys

[thelustybraavosimaid]

It always surprises (and annoys tbh) me that Jonrya is consider a crack ship on the same level of Jonsa when it's obviously something that George has thought about and been watering the seeds for. I don't think it's guaranteed to happen but the groundwork for it is obviously still there and it's crazy that people just ignore it. Them being close is always the excuse for why it won't happen as though that wasn't George's intention in his outline, and that could still be the plan

Yes.

Jonrya is not "Jonsa with another sister."

Jonrya has actual contextual evidence.

I really want someone to look at me in my (virtual) face and tell me that Jonrya is a crackship when we have:

*excessive longing. (too many to name, but my favourite is: oh my god, look at my hideous burnt hand. I really wish I could touch Arya's hair right now, but I can't, and now I'm sad [Jon II, ACoK])

*"I am her home!" (Jon XI, ADwD)

*"she is my heart!" (Jon VI, ADwD)

*comparisons between potential lovers (there are five passages I can name off the top of my head, but know that Arya does this with Gendry and Jon does it with Ygritte)

Also a friend pointed it out to me a while ago, but One-eyed Yna speaking about The Sailor's Wife wanting to search for her lover and praying to gods to get him back is pretty curious since it could very well easily apply to Jon.

"She thinks that if she finds the right god, maybe he will send the winds and blow her old love back to her," said one-eyed Yna, who had known her longest, "but I pray it never happens. Her love is dead, I could taste that in her blood. If he ever should come back to her, it will be a corpse." (Cat of the Canals, AFfC)

*"you will marry a king, Arya" + king foreshadowing for Jon + "different roads lead to the same castle" (too many passages to apply here)

*"bastards gets the swords but not the arms"

*"I want my bride back"

*THE ORIGINAL FUCKING OUTLINE, WHOSE BEATS ARE STILL IN THE FUCKING STORY

Etc!!!

There's so many seeds. Too many seeds to ignore imo. What is there for Jonsa? Jonsas see this and say "Arya is mentioned, but it's Jonsa foreshadowing in disguise," which is...fucking wild to me. Jonryas literally don't have to do that. The importance Jon and Arya have to one another is not something I have to make up.

Of course, I can't say for sure that George is going to go through with this. But for real? If he wants to take it there, he's got more than enough foreshadowing to make it happen, captain.

#asoiaf #ramble #jon snow #arya stark #needleheart #asks

[bellysoupset]

I LOVE the frenemies vibe of Jonah and Lucas so can we get something with the two of them with Jonah as the caretaker, pretty please?

(I'm bad at prompts so feel free to ignore this part but they could be at an event to which only the two of them were invited from their friend group so Jonah is the only available one to look after Lucas. If you don't want to go the emeto way bc of Jonah's sympathy puking then Lucas could be maybe triggered by something and Jonah could calm him down?)

Anon this is you being bad at prompts? it was awesome! I hope the story lives up to it heheh

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There were certain events, that one couldn't just not go. The type of party where not going got you blacklisted to other events and ended up giving you a bad reputation, a reputation that if you had plans to ever be a hospital's director, you wouldn't want.

So Jonah was at the Cancer Research and Prevention Society's ball. Because he was definitely the type of person who should be invited to this, considering he was not yet a full doctor and had never demonstrated any interest in oncology.

Wendy had been annoyed to hell and back when he, out of all the interns had been picked for the gala. Jonah had even attempted to give her the ticket, but had been told by an overly smiley supervisor that unless Wendy suddenly had the surname Banks, she wasn't the one the council had invited.

It was ridiculous.

Jonah tugged on his butterfly tie, looking across the ballroom. There were many people here, a couple of his older teachers, some people he recognized from television, people he had never seen before... Lucas?

"I think you're lost Lucas," Jonah grabbed a champagne flute, moving to stand right next to the man, "the Free Kicks Foundation's ball is in the next Tuesday."

Lucas let out a snort, "funny, because I actually was invited to the FKF's gala and it's next month," he opened a smile, "I get invites for all the cancer charity events in the country."

"You do?" Jonah raised his eyebrows, dropping the antagonistic act, "why? No offense, but you're a history student."

"I'll have you know I'm a double major in political science and history" Lucas rolled his eyes, then completed, "it's because of mom."

Jonah cringed. He had momentarily forgotten.

"Oh."

"Yeah," Lucas swirled his champagne around the glass, "what are you doing here?"

"My surname is Banks," Jonah rolled his eyes, "well, see you around," he moved away from Luke, not waiting for his response.

Networking was easy to him, he had done it most of his life. He could be pleasant, he'd just rather not. Still Jonah found his social battery dying quickly and by the time dinner was served he was already grating his teeth with the unfunny jokes and small talk.

Lucas sat next to him, because of course he did. Except tonight Jonah found that he didn't really want Luke gone, the guy was growing on him... Like a fungus.

Jonah snorted at the thought, then noticed that Lucas wasn't talking with anyone, not even Jon himself. It was odd, Luke was a talkative person.

Dinner arrived just as the main performance started. It was a ballet, of sorts, with the dancers utilizing the long ropes of fabric that were hanging from the ceiling. Jonah raised his eyebrows, impressed.

"This is next level," he said, leaning to thump Lucas' chest. Jonah expected a reaction, but not for it to be Luke groaning and squinting his eyes.

"Atwood?" he frowned. Vaguely Jonah noticed that Lucas' dinner was untouched, "what the fuck is your problem?"

"Nothing," Lucas frowned right back.

Jonah scoffed, turning back around to watch the ballet. It was beautiful, an actual theatrical presentation, with the lights changing according to the song.

He mourned the fact he wasn't here with Wendy, she'd have loved it. Instead he was stuck with Atwood, a known hater of all things musical...

There was a scramble to his left and Jonah looked away from the presentation just in time to see Lucas shoot up, only to promptly stumble over thin air and grab on the nearest waiter to stop himself from falling. Considering Luke's sheer size, all that did was cause the waiter to nearly drop his tray, the empty glasses toppling over each other, as the poor man sank to his knees with Lucas' weight.

"What the fuck?" Jonah hissed, dinner forgotten, getting up too. The people on the tables around them were all looking this pathetic display, as if they were the next performance. On the ground, Lucas had curled up, arms resting on his knees, like a kid who was being scolded, not the grown man he was.

"Are you drunk?" Jon whispered, sharply as he too knelt down. He was ready to strangle Lucas, "really? At the fucking cancer charity-"

"Not-no..." Lucas slurred, a hand reaching in blindly and then he managed to grab Jonah's shirt and tug at it with all his force, which was a lot.

"You're hurting me," Jonah grunted, trying to free himself from Luke's iron grip, "I can't believe you- I'm so sorry," he said to the poor waiter who was just standing up. Jonah grabbed Luke's arm, then looked around to the patrons watching them, "show's over," he said bitterly, forcing his friend up from the ground.

Lucas balance seemed to be gone. He held tightly on Jonah, a hand planting on the table behind him, narrowly missing someone's onion cream. Jonah cringed, he had to get them out of there before an even bigger scene was caused.

"C'mon, idiot," Jonah wrapped an arm around Lucas' waist, "lean on me."

"Not drunk..." Lucas mumbled as they slowly made their way out of the main hall. Jonah scoffed.

"Yeah, sur-"

"Not drunk," he repeated, "head hurts."

Suddenly Jonah wished Lucas' was drunk.

"Fuck, really?" he whistled out, bracing against a wall to catch his breath. Luke was heavy, getting heavier by the seconds as he needed more and more support, "did it just hit you or did you come to the gala with a migraine already? You seemed fine when we talked earlier!"

Did he?

Lucas grimaced at his tone of voice, leaning his head back against the beautiful wall of Woobrook Estate. Jonah scowled, his friend was waxy pale and breathing measuredly through the pain, sweat starting to collect at his temple, lips turned down.

"No, it was just-" he swallowed thickly, then stopped talking.

"Just what?" Jonah pressed, catching his breath.

"Just colorful."

"So you had aura before," he concluded, once again holding Lucas and tugging him down the hallway, "and you came to a fucking gala?"

"It would've been fine," Lucas groaned, bracing against the next doorway they came across, "just... The lights."

"You're smarter than this," Jonah scoffed, then eyed Lucas suspiciously as he saw the guy swallow convulsively. "are you gonna throw up?"

"Not now," his voice was almost humorous, "I just need to go home."

"Did you drive here?" his supervisor would be pissed at him for leaving so early on.

"No, I planned to get batshit drunk at the charity gala, so I took an Uber," Lucas deadpanned, causing Jonah to glare at him.

"I'll take that as a yes."

"Obviously," his lips turned even more down and he winced, then sniffled. Much to Jonah's absolute horror, he watched as a tear ran down Lucas' eye, his whole face crumpling as more tears followed.

"Shit, Luke, don't cry..."

"I- I... fuck..." Lucas whimpered, crying even harder, pressing the heel of his hand to his eye, "I can't-"

Jonah felt useless and completely out of his element. This wasn't them. Even at their lowest, Lucas didn't sob and Jonah didn't get frantic over him.

"Shit, shit shit- Lean on me," he whispered, jumping into action. Anything to get Lucas to stop crying and scaring the shit out of him.

More sniffles and quiet sobs followed, Luke flinching with each and every sob. Finally they reached outside, the cold air hitting with full force and Lucas let out a sigh.

"I'm not crying..." he said, voice thick as he was pushing it through the knot in his throat, bending in half and planting his hands to his knees, wincing, "it's the migraine..."

Jon wasn't sure if he believed him or not, but even if the tears weren't because he was sad and because of pain... That was still pretty terrifying. He hovered, unsure if he should touch Luke's back or say anything.

"Luke-"

"Go get the car," Lucas bossed, then gagged, "Jon, go."

Understanding why Luke wanted him gone, Jonah rushed away. Not only he had zero interest in vomiting tonight, but he had to get the car.

He rushed back inside, to the front desk and grabbed both their coats and asked Lucas' car was brought around, slipping a bill in order to his own car driven to his apartment building. He could take a taxi back there from Luke's place.

When he made it back to the front garden, Lucas was sitting by the curb. Jonah cautiously avoided even glancing at the previous spot in the grass he had been on, walking ahead and throwing the jacket around his shoulder's.

"The car is here."

Lucas raised his face and Jonah's stomach dropped. He was milk white, yes, but only one side of his face was still contorted with pain, tears running out one eye, this one bloodshot and terrifying "Lucas... Your face-"

"It happens," his voice was gruff as if he had gargled with salt, "it's fine."

"It looks like you're having a stroke."

"Uhm," he was too tired to argue, wincing again, closing both eyes, "I'm not."

Jonah squinted, not liking this one bit, he crouched down before him, "squeeze my hand."

"What...?"

"Squeeze my hand," he repeated, slipping his hand in Lucas' right one, "with all your force."

"Jon... feel sick, my head- Stop..." he slurred, which only caused Jonah to feel more panicked.

"Squeeze my hand or I'll shine my phone's torch in your eye, it's your choice," Jonah said sharply. He felt as Lucas squeezed his hand back, nearly breaking his fingers and Jon winced, pulling it back quickly, "alright, now with the other hand."

"...'m gonna puke."

"Hand."

"I don't... I don't understand-" Lucas groaned, but did grab his hand with the left one, squeezing it tightly. Again, it was strong, "happy now?"

Yes, Jonah sighed in relief. He still wasn't convinced it wasn't a stroke, but this brought him some peace, "Okay, get up. Let's get you home."

Lucas didn't put up a fight with being pulled up, but he also didn't help one bit. Jon panted as he squeezed the man's tuxedo jacket, glaring at the side of his face, "help me out here, Atwood-"

"I'm sorry..." Lucas groaned, before gagging and bending in half. Jonah cursed loudly, turning his face and trying not to gag as he heard Luke heave again and again.

Thankfully he seemed to already be empty, so after some more coughing, all he managed was to spit on the ground and start shaking with the pain.

"...m'sorry," he mumbled, as Jonah steered him towards the car, "sorry-"

"Shut up," Jonah forced him inside the passenger side, grabbing the seatbelt and strapping him in, "let me see your eyes."

"I... I got sick on your shoes..."

"No, you didn't," Jonah rolled his eyes, grabbing Lucas' roughly by the chin and using his other hand to force each eye open. Equal sized pupils stared back at him and he sighed in relief.

"Told ya it'ssnot a stroke," Lucas slurred, hanging his head and resting his forehead on Jonah's shoulder, "sorry'bout your night..."

"You should be," Jon scoffed, but he couldn't bring himself to pull back just yet, gingerly resting a hand on Lucas' nape and squeezing, "let's get you home."

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