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pitviperofdoom · 9 months

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Jongerry prompt: reunion after one thought the other was dead?

Tim wasn’t sure what to make of the guy.

They met in an awkward almost-collision at the institute’s front door, Tim rearing back in surprise, the other flinching away from the sudden movement. He was lanky, and probably would’ve been tall without the permanent slouch to his spine. His hair was a dull shade of mousy brown, and looked like it had been hacked short with kitchen scissors. His clothes hung loose and ill-fitting on his body. He looked like he hadn’t slept in weeks.

Tim took a wild guess. “Here to make a statement?” he asked.

The man grimaced. “Maybe later.”

“I’d make it quick if I were you,” Tim chuckled, holding the door open for him. “Jon was in a good mood before lunch, and those don’t tend to last long.”

Halfway through the door, the man froze. “Who?”

“Jon Sims, the head archivist,” Tim said carefully. “He’s the one who takes statements, so…”

“Oh.” The man’s face was blank. “He’s… that’s… down in the archives, yeah?”

“I can show you how to get there?” Tim offered. Whatever statement this guy had, it must have been rough.

"Sure, thanks," the guy said distractedly.

In spite of the accepted offer, the guy quickly pulled ahead, and Tim found himself trailing behind as the scruffy stranger led the way to the basement stairs. Before long, he was jogging to keep up.

That was why, when the man suddenly stopped at the top of the steps, Tim crashed straight into his back.

"Hey, what did you—"

A hand closed tight around his arm, stopping him from shouldering past. The man had gone still, staring intently down the steps. There was nothing to see except the bottom of the stairs, and the mouth of the hallway that led to the archives.

"Smell that?"

Confused, Tim sniffed. At first all he could smell was dust and old paper, but then, beneath it, as if carried on a draft, came a familiar musty, wet stench.

"Damn worms," He muttered. "We've had a bit of an infestation—dunno if you saw them on your way in—"

"I'm gonna need you to shut up and go back outside," the man interrupted. "Maybe pull the fire alarm on your way out, get everyone out of the building."

"Excuse me?" Tim demanded. The man was already releasing him and moving on, so Tim grabbed him before he could make it two more steps. "Hey, what the hell are you—"

"Listen." The man turned, deftly winching his arm out of Tim’s grip. "I have had a very long day. I was hoping it would end with a long shower, a change of clothes, and a minimum twenty-minute hug from someone who means the world to me. Instead, there's something very nasty down there that I need to deal with. Kindly piss off."

Tim's blood ran cold. "You—you mean Prentiss is—" He stopped. He had a million questions, but maybe just this once they could wait. "My friends are down there."

The man spared a moment to look, if possible, even more exhausted than before. "Great. Fine. Stay close and don't fuck me."

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Tim's head swam with the gas. His body felt strangely detached as he heaved the fire extinguisher against the wall, again and again until he felt the plasterboard give way. His strange companion drew back as if preparing to do a run-up, and Tim hurled himself into the space and finally broke through.

His first view into the dimly lit storage room was of three familiar faces with varying levels of shock, alarm, and growing relief.

"Hey, guys!" Tim gasped out.

Sasha was already struggling to her feet; Tim was about to go in for a hug when he was roughly shoved out of the way. A gas canister landed on the floor with a heavy thunk as the stranger lurched his way past Tim.

A strangled cry broke the shocked silence, and it took Tim a moment to realize it had come from Jon. His friend was sitting on the floor, propped up against a stack of boxes, one leg wrapped in bloodstained bandages. He stared at the man in blank, silent shock.

The stranger moved as if to lunge, but stopped when Jon held up a shaking hand.

"Wait." Jon's voice broke. He was fumbling something out of his pocket, wincing when the movement jarred his leg. "Wait, just—"

"Mmhm," the man said in a strangled voice, fidgeting but staying where he was.

Jon finally wrestled his wallet out of his pocket, ripped it open, and pulled out a photo—a Polaroid? His eyes flickered between it and the man standing over him.

The wallet fell to the floor. With a sudden burst of energy, Jon heaved himself upright, and managed to stand for all of a second before his leg gave out and sent him pitching forward. The man caught him before he could fall and yanked him into a hug.

"What the fuck, Gerry," Jon choked out.

Sasha was eyeballing Tim frantically, but all Tim could do was shrug back.

"I'm sorry," the man—Gerry—mumbled, face buried in the side of Jon's neck.

"I thought—she told me that you—" Jon stared blankly over Gerry's shoulder, looking at the others without seeing them. "Where have you been?"

"Couple of hunters picked up our trail in the woods in Pennsylvania," Gerry answered. "We split up. They caught me. Didn't kill me, just… didn't let me leave either. Sorry I didn't contact you right when I escaped, I just—I was afraid I'd get your hopes up and get killed on the way home."

In the silence that followed, Martin let out a strangled "Um."

Jon jumped, and his teary eyes focused back on them. "Oh. Right. Er." He tried to pull back, without much success since Gerry was the only thing keeping him upright. "E-everyone, this is Gerry."

"You just finished telling us he was dead," said Sasha.

"Yes, well." Jon managed a watery smile. "I've been wrong before."

"We had a moment about it."

"Right." Without warning, Gerry reached down and swung Jon up into his arms in a bridal carry, ignoring Jon's squawk of protest. "Let's go. We can talk later—and we will be talking later—"

"Gerry!"

"Seriously, I turn around and you're fighting the Corruption with fire extinguishers, and you're the bloody Archivist."

"Put me down, you absolute—"

"No, you've got holes in your leg." Gerry shouldered past Tim and stepped back into the tunnel, carrying a disgruntled Jon with little apparent effort. "You three coming, or what?"

#the magnus archives #jongerry #gerard keay #tim stoker #jonathan sims #fanfiction #tales from the pit

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bellysoupset · 1 month

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it’s @lisupanddown - laughing at myself because I thought that was only part one! It didn’t feel too long at all, it was perfect. Ignore me saying I can’t wait for part two, unless you want to write a bit with Wendy coming later to comfort Vin. But no worries if not. It was sooo good. Just really flowed well. I could feel Vin’s misery and determination to hide it.

Honestly I just can't help myself, I needed to add some tiny Wendy/Vin sweetness to close the deal.

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Vince groaned as he felt something cold press to his face. He was no longer warm and comfy, cuddled up by Luke, and his head was throbbing so much he felt sick.

"Little sip," someone held the back of his head, pushing him up just a bit and then a bottle met his lips and some water pushed back the horrible taste in his mouth.

Vince drank greedily, he hadn't realized how parched he was. He let out a whine as the bottle was pulled back and he fell back against the pillow, "Luke- More..."

"Later," Wendy's voice interrupted him and Vince snapped his eyes open, before letting out a loud groan.

Wendy was leaning over him, with a soft, concerned smile on. She still wore the necklace he had given her and her hair was still all dolled up, but she no longer had any make up and was wearing what he thought was pajamas. A Mickey Mouse hoodie.

"Noo," he whined, rolling away, "what are you doing here? You're not supposed to be here..." Vince curled up and then heard a scoff, Wendy's small hand coming to cup his chin and forcing him to look at her.

"Quit that," she glared at him. Today her eyes, normally a dark almost hazel green, were very light. Probably due to the smeared kajal surrounding them, "Luke said it was one hell of a flu."

"Was?" Vince scoffed, pushing himself up on the bed, "he'll probably gonna have to burn these sheets."

His girlfriend let out a cackle, a hand rushing to cover her mouth and Vince smiled fondly at her, letting his head hit the headboard.

The bedroom door was open and he could hear soft voices down the hall. Luke and Bell's house was so tiny that if Vince paid enough attention he probably could make out exactly what they were saying in the kitchen.

"I'm sorry I didn't realize you were sick," Wendy sighed, scooting up on the bed and grabbing a humid washcloth, running it over his face, "I was so in my head-"

"Did you have fun?" Vince interrupted her, kissing the inside of her wrist when she brought her hand to wipe at his prickly cheek. Wendy nodded, blushing, and Vin let out a happy sigh, "then it's fine."

"It's not-"

"Wendy," he sighed, "I wanted you to have fun. You deserved it," Vince let out a little groan as his stomach rolled again, realizing the water he had pushed in it. He grimaced, trying to focus on anything but the queasiness, "what time is it?"

"Around nine," Wendy watched him intently, still looking a little sheepish and almost embarrassed, “party ended at 1 AM, but Jon, Babs and Bell came to my place and we were drinking until almost 3, I think…”

Vince grinned at the mental image of drunk Jonah in the middle of the girls, “you’re not hungover?” he asked with a yawn, pushing a strand of hair behind Wendy’s ear and she shook her head no, while Bella’s voice interrupted.

“Only because she kept passing her drinks to Jon,” Bell said, leaning against the doorway of the bedroom, her arms crossed to her chest. Unlike Wendy, who looked like she was a kid coming back from Disneyland, Bella looked like she was a 12 year old boy pretending to be a rapper, with a huge tank top from Luke draping on her frame, a sports bra peeking out, and basketball shorts. Vince chuckled at the sight of her.

“You were?”

“No, I wasn’t,” Wendy lied, her cheeks turning pink and Bella rolled her eyes.

“How are you, big guy?” Bella yawned, resting her head against the door, “burial or cremation?”

“Bella!” Wendy cried out, while Vince’s smile only grew and he let his eyes slip closed for a second, basking in the lighthearted atmosphere.

“Burial, I’m catholic, remember?”

Bell snorted at his response and Wendy let out a huff, leaning in to kiss his forehead, “let’s go home?”

Vince frowned, opening his eyes. He didn’t want to overstay his welcome at Luke and Bell’s, but then again, might as well quarantine him there, no?

As if hearing his arguments, Wendy shook her head, “I don’t care,” she glared at him, “let’s go home. Please? As my birthday gift?”

Vince wrinkled his nose, “that’s one hell of a gift, a sick man in your house,” he scoffed, then played with her necklace, “and I gave you one already.”

“I feel like I deserve at least three,” Wendy smiled, squeezing his hand, “c’mon, it’s not fair only Luke got to cuddle with my boyfriend.”

#this is just fluff and nothing else #vince monacelli #mywriting #sickfic

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cookeybg · 2 months

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Unexpected Cohabitation a JonDami fic

So....my chapters seem to be getting longer. I apologize, but I can't stop myself. Here's chapter 3!

Title: Unexpected Cohabitation

Main Characters: Jonathan Kent and Damian Wayne (some of the others show up too, the list is too long)

Eventual relationship: Jonathan Kent/Damian Wayne (my fave)

Stuff to know: No capes, reverse robins, high school AU, no smut, no Brucie Wayne, I know nothing about sports but it will show up, (aaand I think that's it, will add more if it comes up)

[In case you missed it Chapter 1 , Chapter 2]

Part 1 - Chapter 3

Jon had been distracted. The morning had started out hectic. First, Conner had taken forever to get ready and they had to run to the subway in order to get to school on time. Then, it had turned out that he had been placed in the wrong math class so he had to go into the school office and have it changed to proper math class, lucky his schedule stayed the same. Even luckier he now got to see Jay twice everyday, not including club activities every Monday. What had really been the cherry on top was when Jay stopped him after class to give his phone number. Lunch had been full of memes and texts and exasperated glances from Kathy. So, Jon was distracted when he stumbled on what felt like a tree root, his phone flying into the air and him landing on his hands and knees on the dirt floor. Miraculously his glasses stayed on his face if not a bit askew.

“Ow.” Someone groaned behind him. “Sorry!” Jon scrambled up and turned around. His wide blue eyes met glaring green ones. “Tt.” Damian tsked removing Jon’s phone from atop his head. “Do you make it a habit to throw your things at others?” “What? No!” Jon reached out snatching his phone back. “It was an accident!” Damian stared at him unimpressed passing him by without further comment. Jon could feel the heat of embarrassment heating his neck and face. He gripped his phone and cursed his decision on taking the short cut to his art class. He took a deep breath and continued on his way, Damian Wayne was long gone.

Walking into his art class Jon sat across the table from Jay, who waved and smiled at Jon when he entered but was now talking to the girl sitting next him. Jon kept his hands busy by pulling out his art pencils and sketch book he had bought the day before on his way home from school. Jon took discreet glances towards Jay wore a light blue hoodie, it made his pink hair standout and it made him look warm and fluffy. Jon wanted to hug him. “Hello everyone!” Ms. Worle clapped her hands, getting the whole class’s attention. “I have great news today! After many attempts, I was finally able to convince my favorite prodigy to become my T.A.” She clapped her hands again, looking at the door, her white curly hair bouncing in excitement. A loud chatter filled the classroom when Damian Wayne stepped through the door. He glanced around the room, his green gaze locked onto Jon’s blue. The embarrassment from early crawled up Jon’s neck and he quickly looked away. Damian, clearly deciding to pay him no further attention looked back at Ms. Worle, his expression softening. “Ms. Worle, I wouldn’t call myself a prodigy.” Damian said. “Nonsense, please humor this old lady.” Ms. Worle waved away Damian’s words. “You are certainly not old.” Jon wanted to gag, all Damian had to do was kiss the back of the teacher’s hand and the whole charade would be complete. Jon noticed that Jay sat up in interest a small “No way,” escaping his mouth. Jon bit his lip not liking the attention Jay was giving the Wayne. Jay’s sparkling eyes locked unto Jon a wide excited smile graced his face. Jon could feel heat burning his ears, Jay had such a cute smile.

“Jon!” Jay whispered excitedly, leaning forward as far as he could and covering the side of his mouth in an attempt at secrecy. “This is huge! Damian is going to our T.A.!” “I don’t see the big deal…” Jon frowned. Jay looked at him in surprised, he opened his mouth to say something else but Ms. Worle cut him off. “Now, Now, let’s all settle.” Ms. Worle’s face was slightly flushed. “You will be sketching the person sitting across from you and Damian will be assisting all those who need help.” “Try not to make my forehead too big.” Jay teased. “Try not to make my ears too big and we have a deal.” Laughed Jon. It was hard drawing Jay. Every time he looked up at him his heart would race and sometimes their eyes would meet and the butterflies in Jon’s stomach would take flight. It was distracting and difficult to not let his day dreams wander. It didn’t help that Jon wasn’t a very good artist to begin with and kept erasing the same eye he had been trying to draw for the last eight minutes. “Tt.” Jon’s shoulders tensed. When he turned, his nose nearly collided with a brown jaw. He took in a breath of surprise and caught a whiff of something sweet and earthy. Damian’s eyes locked onto his and Jon pulled away slightly, heart pounding in his chest. “May I?” Damian glanced at Jon’s hand. Jon nodded stiffly and watched as Damian’s elegant fingers plucked the pencil out of Jon’s grip, his fingers lightly grazing his. “You need guide lines on the face if you want to make everything symmetrical.” Damian spoke lowly. Jon had to lean in a bit to hear him clearly due to his loud classmates. Jon watched as Damian lightly drew a couple of horizontal lines and a vertical line down the middle. He then started drawing the outline for the second eye. “Drawing is just a series of shapes. Look at Jay’s eyes,” Damian gestured towards Jay and Jon could see that Jay was keenly paying attention to the both of them, “draw a circle for the iris and then fill in the detail like the curve of his eyelid and notice the delicate sweep of his brow.” Damian’s eyes were intense as he pointed out aspects of Jay’s face. Jay fidgeted but did not look away a blush darkened his cheeks and his lips were parted in awe. Jon gripped the table trying not to show any jealousy. “Nothing is a straight line; his soft wavy hair, his lips and the curve of his chin.” Damian paused waiting for Jon’s understanding. “Thanks.” Jon said sulkily. Damian placed the pencil on the sketchbook and moved on. Jon’s back and side prickled uncomfortably in Damian’s absence. Damian helped a couple of girls, they turned red and chattered amongst themselves after he left them. But Jon was paying attention to them, he watched Jay stare after Damian his face slightly red and his gaze determined. Did Jay like that jerk? Was Jon going to lose Jay to Damian? Jon grimaced and looked down at his sketch. Damian’s pencil marks looked light and easily erased. The parts he had drawn as guides looked better than the dark lines Jon had drawn and markedly improved the sketch itself. He sighed and did his best to follow what he had been taught.

After class Jay sidled next to Jon looking behind them at Damian who was speaking with Ms. Worle. He nudged Jon’s shoulder with his own as they left the classroom and Jon got butterflies in his tummy from Jay’s proximity. “You are so lucky that Damian helped you!” Jay tried to whisper but failed. “Yeah, I guess.” Jon tried not to roll his eyes. “He must be pretty good at drawing.” “Pretty good at-“ Jay laughed. “Jon. Damian has won awards for his art.” “So, he’s like actually talented?” Jon asked. Jay stared at him and stopped to type something on his phone. Once he found what he was looking for he showed Jon an article from the Gotham Gazette complete with a picture of a painting. Jay clicked on the picture so that Jon could see it zoomed in. “He won this prestigious art award last year and donated the winnings to charity, since you know, he doesn’t need the money.” Jon took the phone and looked at the painting. It displayed a desert oasis, the palm trees swaying in the breeze seemed to come to life. The sand colored buildings contrasted beautifully with a bright blue sky and green vegetation. In the distance a storm brewed making the birds take flight. The ground closer to the buildings was slightly tinted in a rust colored red. It was beautiful but it somehow made Jon feel as if danger was just around the corner despite the tranquility of the scene. The plaque next to the painting said it was an oil on canvas, titled “Home.” “But, he’s the baseball captain.” Jon said dumfounded. “He’s also been winning art awards since he was a kid. He’s won so many he’s probably lost count.” “How can he be good at so many things? Isn’t he the top of his grade?” “It’s awful, isn’t it?” Jay said smirking. “I can’t wait to interview him!” Jon watched as Jay waved and left him behind. What if his fears were true? If Jay didn’t like Damian now he certainly would after he interviewed him. Kathy was right, Jon needed to confess, ASAP!

I hope you enjoyed! The next chapter is going to be my favorite so I hope you're as excited as I am. XD

#damian wayne #damian al ghul #jon kent #jonathan samuel kent #damian and jon #jondami #high school au #no capes au #supersons #fanfic #fanfiction #first time writing #be gentle #hope you enjoy

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maturemenoftvandfilms · 11 months

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The Senator from Montana

CHAPTER ELEVEN: The Best Of Montana

Featuring Sen. Jon Tester

My name is Russell Teague and my companion Sam Morgan are Montana's ambassadors for the Young Gay Montanians program, and we've the trek all the way to DC to share our essays and ideas about helping gay montanians. Both Sam and I had a thing for older men so we decided to take up our senior senator from Montana, Jon Tester's open invitation to stop by his office for any Montanans visiting the nation's capital. I really hoped we would hit it off, even though I knew nothing would happen, I was still getting randy just in anticipation. Finally, after meeting his receptionist, there he was with a warm smile on his face and a strong handshake.

Damn, he sexy man for his age, not fitting the modern profile of the Senate, sporting a flat-top haircut, big bellied (which I didn't mind on a man), six feet tall and pushing 300+ pounds. My cock twitched immediately as we sat in his office and made the usual “how was the trip?” type of conversation before talking about our program. During our discussion, his eyes would often meet mine. I began to notice his entrancing eyes, and I would find myself admiring his 66-year-old figure. His ill fitting suit, scuffed black boots, his callused, seven-fingered hands, his a direct manner, the way he addressed us with our last names and his repeatedly swearing, all I found oddly appealing.

During our conversation, we talked about everything from school to life in general. He told us about his 1,800-acre organic farm that he and his wife, Sharla, work together. With that being said, I suspected he might be interested when he said he had always had a strong fancy for men, but had kept that side of his nature fairly latent until he got to D. C. and he was now discovering the delight of good M2M friendships and sex. After admitting that, our conversation turned into how Sam and I would satisfy him if I got him into my bed.

Sen. Tester flashes a big grin, and without missing a beat, asked, "Have you two ever done two guys before?"

Both of us simultaneously answered, "Yes."

All of us were getting interested and I could feel my juices building as I blurted, "Are you interested?"

"Yes, as long as we all have fun. And kept it between us."

A feral smile arose on me as we anxiously agreed and stood up in front of the senator. Both of were semi hard as Sen. Tester locked eyes onto the slight of the bulges in our pants. Sam had a lovely fairly thick 7” cut cock, while mine just scrapes by at 8” slim and uncut.

"Oh, I guess I'm in fucking trouble now, seeing I have the two of you to deal with..." Sen. Tester said as I dropped to my knees in front of him.

Sen. Tester spread his legs as I began rubbing up and down his thighs while Sam removed his tie followed by unbuttoned his shirt to reveal his chest and ample belly. Both of us started to explore the senator's body with our hands, rubbing and caressing every part of him. Sam was lightly caressing the flesh of his man tits while I grinned up at the two of them, raking my hands along the upper slopes of Jon's thighs as he parted his legs even more. On the next pass I unbuckled his belt followed by reaching down and pulling off his boots. Jon ran his hands through my hair as I grabbed the legs of his pants and began to pull them off. Jon put his hands on the arms of the chair and lifted up so I could get them all the way off.

Noticing his beefy calves on his smooth legs, I ran my hands over them, enjoying every curve before pushing my face into Jon's boxer shorts and began massaging his cock with his mouth through the shorts. He shuddered in pleasure as I took in his musky smell. Sam was enjoying himself too, nipping at the lobe and ran the tip of his tongue along the crease of the senator's ear. Both of us heard the senator let out a deep breath and when he released it, it was followed up by a long, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Sam moved to the other side and gave his neck and ear the same treatment as his hands circled around Jon's thick body and closed around his firm, pert tits. He used his fingertips to tease and tug at his stiffening nipples. And the more Sam nibbled at his flesh and teased his tits, cause Jon's legs drifted even further apart, offering his ultimate treasure for me to feast upon. I was encouraged when I felt him shiver and release a long groan, "Ohhhhhhhhhh yesssssssss, suck my fucking cock!"

Quickly, I put my fingers in his shorts and slowly slid them off his legs as I kissed Jon's tubby tummy. I was rewarded with a pretty decent cock. It was about 6 inches, thick, veiny and most importantly, hard. I lowered my head and inhaled Jon's intoxicating scent before licking it from the bottom of his shaft to the tip as he shuddered in pleasure. Then I put my mouth over his throbbing cock and began to suck the senator off. I could feel the veins on his cock as my lips glided up and down. His salty precum hit my tongue and I looked up at him.

Jon let out a gasp, but it was cut off as he and Sam's lips met. It was a gentle kiss at first as they relished in the heat of their mouths on each other. Sam's hands clapped down harder on Jon's heaving chest and his lips parted. His tongue moved past his and met his tongue in her mouth. Jon returned Sam's kiss with the same intensity. He arched his back and released another groan as my hands slid beneath him and clutched at his ass so I could take him deeper.

Sam immediately resumed playing with the senator's nipples as I bobbed up and down Jon's cock. I was spurred on by his louder, more vocal sounds escaping from his throat. The smell of musk and sex filled my senses and it was intoxicating. His hands gripped my shoulders as if he wanted me to stop, but I wanted it. I wanted his cum. I wanted his satisfaction. He thrusted his hip as he could no longer hold it in anymore.

Suddenly Jon grabbed me by the hair and fired his load down my throat and with his loud groan I had finished him off. I doubled my efforts as I continued sucking his cock and drank down all he could expel. Jon couldn't take it any longer and he pushed my head as hard as he could; breaking the vacuum I had created.

"Give a guy a chance to recuperate, I'm game, but I need a tiny break." He groaned.

Sam chuckled and said, "I want some of that Russ."

"Wait a fucking minute or two. I'm not letting anyone get back down there until I get some feeling back in my legs! Holy Fuck Teague, that was fucking fantastic, truly fantastic." Jon said shaking his head as he tried sitting up.

"My pleasure, senator!" I said as I the few drops of cum that escape my mouth.

"If the two of you are adamant about continuing this, I'd much rather do it somewhere more private. I'm not a person who likes to put on a show; heaven knows you two already did."

After getting dressed, we made our way separately to Sen. Tester's Capitol Hill townhouse he rents for "meetings" like this when his wife is in D.C.. By the time we got to Jon’s townhouse, he was ready and waiting. Once in, I made the first move, leaning in to kiss him.

"Maybe we should take this to the bedroom." Jon said as he led us to his bed room.

Jon's burly body was too resisting, so I kissed again. Quickly, he started unbuttoning my shirt, unzipping my pants, and basically tearing my clothes off as he moved his tongue around inside my mouth. As my clothes fell to the floor, I pulled his pants down, unleashing his mammoth dick and balls. It was at full staff as Sam and I admired it. And just as I was about to get my hands on it, Sen. Tester quickly sat on the bed, drew my erect cock towards him. He smiled when he felt my cock twitch in his fist before taking a a deep breath and parting his lips, wrapped them around the huge head and locked his lips tightly around my quivering shaft.

"Oh Sen. Tester..." I moaned as , Jon grabbed hold of my ass and clutching at it in his callus hands, pulled me towards him, taking him deeper into his mouth.

Jon wiggled his lips until they were pressing against my nut sack before gagging and pulling back quickly. I saw the excitement course through him as he bobbed up and down my cock. He looked up, saw the amazement on our faces and winked at us as he resumed focusing on me. I couldn't believe how lucky I was to have him milk me.

But I was being selfish, so I finally pulled my cock out of his mouth and turned his face to Sam's cock. He fed his cock to Jon, forcing his throat down deep on his cock. This married man was a ferocious cock hound. He couldn’t get enough of sucking cock as he went back and forth sucking our cocks.

Ready to take things to the next level, I took control and told Sen. Tester to get up on the bed on all fours, anticipating a cock up his ass. I quickly kneeled on the bed behind him with his ass up for me to reach. He stiffened when he suddenly felt my tongue tickling his puckered hole.

"Fuck, boy." He said as I began probing the senator's asshole.

I stiffened my tongue and dipped in and out of his hole over and over again, making sure to get it properly lubricated. I was lucky my cock was still coated with Sen. Tester's saliva as I wasn't about to wait any longer than I have to fuck him. Feeling me getting into position behind him, Sen. Tester began swaying his ass from side to side in anticipation of getting fucked. It was like he was a matador waving his flag at me before I grabbed a hold of his wide hips and charged into him; spearing Jon with his one stiff horn. He was tight, but Jon was so wet, I slid in easily. I pulled back and forward a few times and as I did, I felt him relax and it slid in all the way to my swollen nuts.

Sen. Tester rolled his head from side to side. He'd been fucked before, but having my cock turned him on even more. His mouth dropped open as he drew in as much air into his lungs as possible. Then Jon straighten up his arms; allowing the incredible sensation of my cock to slide in and out of his supercharged ass.

"Get that fucking cock over here. I need you in my mouth while Teague finishes off in me."

Sam quickly position his crotch just before the senator's hanging head. Jon grabbed hold of his shaft in his fist, holding it at the base. He examined it and his mouth began to water, anticipating it in his mouth and throat as I picked up the pace. Just seeing what was about to occur, turned me on even more. I loved spitroasting a guy; having him nailed from both ends. I thrust into Jon harder, sending my swollen nuts slapping over and over again against his swollen hole.

As Jon closed his lips around my cock, he let out a groan, finally having both of our cocks in him at the same time. Sam to fuck the senator's mouth as he watched me fuck him from behind. I could tell he was impressed with the senator as he watched his big, lush body take both cocks in him at the same time. He caressed his cheek before saying, "You are one hellava cock sucker Sen. Tester."

"You can say that again. I nearly lost it a couple times, but now, this, having him as he sucks you, I'm not gonna last long." I said as I slapped his ass lightly.

Hearing this, Jon spread his legs out wide and arched his spine, trying to make me grind over and over against his aching ass. The three of us created a passion circuit without any means for it to escape; it just grew stronger and hotter. I thought I was the luckiest man alive as Sen. Tester buck his hips, meeting my urgent thrusts while sucking on Sam's cock even harder.

"Oh you fucking bastard! Yes, just like that! Ahhhhhh Fuckkkkkkkk! Fuck me, fuck me hard, I need you to fill my ass with your cum!" Jon growled out after tearing his mouth off Sam's cock.

I lost it, hearing the senator say what he did, especially knowing what a powerful man he was. I lost it and began bathing his ass with my hot cum as I clutched at his ample hips.

Just then, the dam gave way and a strong orgasm ripped through Jon, causing him to release his load beneath him. It also caused him to doubled his efforts on Sam. Tightened fist and opening his mouth, he swallowed all that was visible above his fist. Sam threw back his head as I wasn't the only one turned on by the senator's obscene vocals. He was so close and watching me fill him with my load and watching Jon lose it, so did he. He grabbed hold of his head and pushed it downward as he began to send blast after blast of his hot cum down his throat and into his belly.

Jon began to cough and gag as he pulled away and was rewarded with a face full of hot cum. It clung to his cheek and ran across his and down his neck. Sen. Tester was now having both of us cumming on and in him at the same time. My thrusts begin to weaken as I shivered from the aftermath of one of my greatest day, sexually, I've ever experienced.

#The Senator from Montana #Jon Tester #tester fan fiction #Tester Fiction #american politician #politician #The Best Of Montana

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In which Martin gets to be supernaturally strong because it causes gay panic in the office.

"Martin, aren't you hot?" Jon raised his brow. They were all stuck at a mandatory summer festival for the institute. He motions to Martin wearing long pants and a sweater.

Martin rubs the back of his neck. "I mean, yeah, but I don't think... uh..."

Tim pats his back, making him jump. "Nobody is going to judge you, Martin. If they do, they will have to deal with me."

"And me." Sasha smirks.

Martin smiles softly as his face burns red. "I uh ok..." He squirres off to a bathroom with his bag.

Jon sighs. "If he wears a binder, I don't see the problem." He motions to his own binder.

"Jon dysphoria is different for everyone." Sasha hums. "But I don't think Martin is Trans.... ah, I think he said his friends are coming by as well."

Jon rolls his eyes. "I know that, but he shouldn't risk heat stroke. However, that would get him out of this mandatory fun."

Tim waves Jon off. "Oh, come on, Jonny boy, it's going to be fun."

"Don't call me that." Jon scowls.

Martin returns in shorts and a tank top, he looked as they imagined chubby, but oddly solid. He rubs the back of his neck and chuckles nervously. "I was using it as an excuse to not participate." He was covered in freckles and tattoos.

"Did not take you for the tattoo type, Martin." Tim chuckles. "You've got nice ink."

"Oh, thank you, Tim." Martin smiles softly. "I'm covered in them."

Jon looked unimpressed. "We can see that." He goes to say something else but is interrupted by a shout.

"HEY MARTIN!" A short man with black hair and a prominent scar from being struck from lightning on his face that travels down to his shoulder and arms and chest. His shirt is boldly read.'Got struck by lightning, and all I got was this shirt (and trauma).' he was wearing bright blue shorts that said 'behold this asshole' on the back.

A taller man in a tank top was next to him, his shirt read 'Death Adores Me'. In bright pink barbie letters. He was wearing matching shorts to the shorter man. He had green eyes and blonde hair and sharp features. His body looked like it was carved out of stone.

Tim wolf whistles and the smaller man huffs.

"He's mine." The shorter man huffs.

"Mike relaxed, would ya?" The blonde man chuckles. "You must be Tim it's nice to meet you." He holds a hand out, and Tim noticed he was wearing gloves and that was odd.

Martin smiles and gasps. "Ah, right, that's Oliver, and that's Mike... why are you wearing that shirt?"

Mike chuckles. "It was a gift."

"It was a joke." Oliver rolls his eyes and smiles.

Tim chuckles. "I like it."

"Don't encourage him." Oliver sighs. "Anyway wanna join us for some games? I heard there's some strength tests."

Jon raised his brow. "No thanks."

Tim pulls Jon into a half hug. "What he meant to say was yes, of course! Oh, this will be fun."

"I'll be the best." Sasha winks.

Martin nods. "Yeah, sure, it will be fun."

......

Elias was holding a cane up pointing to a sign. "Ah, hello, there wasn't to test your strength?"

"Simon told me you lost a bet. I didn't think it would be in your favor." Mike raised his brow.

"Aha, that's quite funny." Elias smiles. "I am merely running a booth. This is supposed to be a fun day for everyone."

Mike exchanges looks with Oliver, then to a gruff muscular man in swim trunks and nothing else with his arms crossed on a seat for a dunk tank. Before he could speak Tim moves up front.

"Hey, double boss man! What game you got?" Tim smiles, pulling Martin up front.

Elias hums and smiles. "Oh, a simple test of strength. Just use the mallet to try to hit the bell on top." He knew it was rigged, and it was fun watching people get annoyed. He really wanted to run a fortune teller tent, but he did lose a bet, and he is a man of his word.

Tim went first and barely made it a quarter of the way up.

"Oh, how unfortunate. Better luck next time, Timothy." Elias chuckles.

Sasha goes next she gets about the same. "Ah, wow, I didn't think the hammer would be so heavy."

Elias hums. "Good work, Miss Sasha, but not quite there. Remember, any employee who rings the bell gets two weeks paid vacation."

Tim huffs crossing his arms. "Now you mention that."

Jon refuses the mallet. "I'm not one for brute force."

"That's a given boss man." Tim rolls his eyes.

"What do you get if you don't work here?" Oliver steps up grabbing the hammer.

"Ah, there's a commutative cash prize for non employees Oliver. Of course, it cost 5 quid to play. You are always welcome to try." Elias hums.

"Let me guess if nobody wins it all goes to the institute." Mike rolls his eyes at the nod.

Oliver takes out a five and places it in the overflowing jar. "Ok, I'll give it my best." He takes a step back and hits it full force, only getting three quarters up. "Oof, that's harder then it looks."

Tim whistles. "Alright, Adonis."

Olive chuckles handing the mallet over to Martin. "Don't break it."

Martin huffs. "That was one time, and the mallet was wooden, and it was an accident."

Elias raised his brow and smiled. "Alright alright boys play nice. Go ahead, Martin." He quirked his brow higher when Mike and Oliver pulled Tim and Sasha back to where Jon was watching.

Martin steps back and holds the mallet up.

Elias suddenly felt way too close.

The mallet slams down hard with a loud crack it shatters on impact, and the bell is deafening as that cracks in two from the impact.

Martin dusts off the wooden shards and jumps back as the bell falls in front of him. His face was red from embarrassment, and eyes stared at him in astonishment. "Ah shoot.... sorry, sir. I didn't mean to break it."

Elias was speechless, and he could see Peter staring at the scene with the same slack jaw expression.

#tma #the magnus archives #strong martin rights #martin blackwood

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biggestsimponhere · 2 years

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Can you do Robin Buckley with smut prompt 4 please?

Well that’s one way to deal with trauma - Robin Buckley x reader, I don’t write smut a lot so I’m unsure how good this will be also, Robin is a LESBIAN so all Robin fics are explicitly a FEMALE reader :) BTW I also never know what pov to write in so it might sound a little weird

It’s been a few hours since we got out of the upside down. Steve drove us to his house a while ago. Stopping to pick up take out on the way. It’s dark out but all the lights are on in the house. I don’t think any of us really want to be in the dark. Steve set us all up in the guest bedrooms. Robin and I in one, Jon and nance in the other and Eddie on his own.

“Robs?, are you okay?” I asked coming to sit beside her. “Do you get nightmares?” She asked leaning against me. “Nightmares about what? What happened?” I said wrapping my arm around her shoulder. She nodded and leaned into my chest. “Yeah I do” I said quietly, “what are yours about?”. She leans down until she’s laying on my lap. “Losing you mostly, losing Steve, losing the fight” she answers. I lean down and kiss her forehead. “You will never lose me or Steve, and we’re gonna win” I say calmly, “do you want me to go get Steve?”

“No don’t leave” she said leaning up to pull me down. Her lips met mine in a slow kiss. I moved lower to deepen the kiss while pulling her up onto my lap. “Y/n?” She said moving to kiss my neck. I hummed in response, “Can you like, fuck the sad out of me?” She asked grinding down on me. “You want that baby?” I asked moving my hand to pull her shorts off. She nodded dumbly reaching to help pull off her shorts. I rubbed my fingers along her panties. “This all for me love?” I asked nuzzling my nose into her neck. “Yes for you, only you” she babbles. “Move up love, sit on my face” I said shifting down so I was laying. “Are you sure?” Robin asked looking nervous.

“Of course I’m sure, now please sit on my face” I said wrapping my hand around her thighs. I pulled her over my face and began lapping at her folds. She moaned, reaching down to thread her fingers through my hair. She tugged a little causing me to moan into her. Nothing could be heard in the room except her slick sounds and little whimpers. “M-more please” she whined. I reached up and rubbed her entrance. I slid one finger in her slowly. She moaned, moving to grip my hair tighter. I slid another finger in her, looking up to gauge her reaction. “A-another please, please, please” she moaned above me.

“Of course baby” I said sliding a third finger in. I continued to pump my fingers in and out of her, before curling searching for that one spot inside of her. I moved back up towards her clit sucking on it. Soon after she came into my mouth. She moved down off my face settling on my hips. I stopped to catch my breath as she kissed at my neck. “I- I wanna help you too” she said moving down to suck on my hip. “Okay baby go right ahead” I said as she continued to kiss her way down my legs. Stopping to suck on my thigh. I bucked my hips up a little and she moved to push them down.

“Baby, love of my life, please” I said bucking my hips up again. “Patience love” she said moving in to lick a strip up my folds. She moved her arm over my hips to hold me down as she continued to lap at my clit. She moved her hand up to slide a finger in me. “More please” I asked pushing up into her hand as best as I could. “We’ll get there love but since you asked so nicely” she slid another finger in before pumping them in and out. I moaned out as she leaned back down to suck on my clit. “You think you can take more” she asked rubbing another finger around my entrance.

“Yes god yes please” I practically screamed. “Shhh as much as I’d love to hear the pretty sounds you’re making, we are still in dingus’ house so I need you to be quiet” she said moving her other hand to cover my mouth. I tilted my head enough to catch her fingers and suck them into my mouth. She moaned against me, before sliding another finger inside of me. I moaned around her fingers, squeezing my eyes shut. She pulled her fingers back out of my mouth, while she moved to kiss me. I kissed back as hard as I could as I came around her fingers. She pulled her fingers out, moving to suck them clean. “Taste so sweet baby” she said as she leaned down to kiss my forehead. “Come on we have to go take a shower then we can sleep” she said standing up and tugging on my arms.

We walked into the bathroom that was attached to the room. We quickly took out shower so we could head out to bed. “Come on lovely, let’s sleep” I said pulling her into me. We fell asleep pretty fast after that and soon the yellow light of morning was filtering through the blinds. We got up and changed before heading downstairs. We were met with the sight of the group in the kitchen and Steve cooking pancakes. I took out two glasses filling them with orange juice before handing one to robs. I moved to take a sip when nance said “sounds like you two had fun last night” I nearly chocked on my orange juice as robs laughed. “Yeah, yeah okay, at least I get some” I said moving to wrap my hands around Robin.

PS: I’m sorry this took so long 😭✋

#robin buckley x reader #robin buckley x you #robin buckley #robin buckley smut #steve harrington #eddie munson #Jonathan Byers #Nancy wheeler

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artemiseamoon · 2 years

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Cherry Blossoms in Chicago

Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto x f reader | The Bear masterlist

Week 20 @writer-wednesday

Words: 1,162

Warnings: brief mention of stress and his brothers death

An: it’s happening! I though I would start with Michael cause you know, Jon. But here we are! It’s blue eyes over here first.

It’s been four months since you reunited with Carmen. He was quiet in school, shy, he didn't really have any friends and he stayed to himself. You weren’t the most extroverted person in the world, and the two of you eventually bonded over senior year.

But there was only so much you knew about Carmen, you only got so close. When you left college, you and Carmen didn’t keep in touch. He wasn’t the best communicator and anytime you tried to reach out to him, he took a long time to reply or didn’t reply at all.

Any hope for you and Carmen reconnecting finally died when he moved away, and you didn’t see him again for a long time. Though, his accomplishments outside of Chicago were a big deal, especially in the culinary world. The lack of communication from him didn’t sour how proud of him you felt, you hoped he was proud of himself too.

Over this time, you lived your life, graduated college and had boyfriends. Your crush on Carmen made its way to the back of your mind as you moved through your life without him. You didn’t think about it again until he came back home, after Michael's death to run resturaunt.

Carmen was in town for two months before you visited and ordered some food. You could tell he was stressed, tired, overwhelmed. Still, at the sight of you, Carmen’s brilliant blue eyes lit up. You could tell in that moment, your short lived-friendship stayed with him too.

From there, you would visit a few times. Carmen never really had time to talk and didn't seem to live a life outside of the restaurant. You didn’t have your first real conversation with him until the both of you ended up on the same train one morning.

When Carmen sat next to you, you initiated a conversion. You led most of it, Carmen still didn't say much, just like he did in high school, but he was slightly more relaxed and seemed happy to sit next to you. He listened closely to everything you said.

Carmen didn’t want to talk about himself, and even when you asked how he was doing, he said fine and ran his fingers through his wild hair. You didn’t push the topic any further.

Over the next few months, you and Carmen continued to have little interactions like this. Though they never lasted more than 10 minutes. Whenever you came into the restaurant, Carmen gave you something for free. Or something he made for you.

Carmen may not have been the best communicator, but he did it best though food, you could feel all the love and attention to detail he put into it.

Feeling hopeful and energized by the start of a beautiful Spring, you decide to get Carmen out of the restaurant for a couple of hours. You wanted to see the cherry blossoms in the park for a few days now and figure it could be a nice thing to do with Carmen. A peaceful chill activity that could bring him out of his ball of stress, perfectionism and anxiety.

A few days ago you saw the sign that the place was closed for renovations, so if there was any time to successfully get him away, it would be now. When you show up, he's inside with the crew and lets you in. You follow him back to his office.

“Hey. You're hungry, want some food?” He asked.

“Not yet but I’m here for you.”

“For me?”

“Yeah, you.”

His blue eyes remain locked on yours as he tries to figure out what you mean by that.

“Take the apron off, we’re going out.”

“I can’t. I have too much to do.”

“The place is closed. Right?”

“Right. And we're doing renovations. I have to be here.”

“Carmen, you practically live in this place. You can take an hour or two. Trust me. It will be worth it. Maybe grab some food to go.”

Carmen grins, “what are you planning?”

“It’s a surprise. Come on, apron.” You point at it. Looking past him, you see Sydney walking by.

Sydney smiles at you and mouths, “please. Take him. He needs this.”

You chuckle to yourself and point at the apron again. Carmen shakes his head, he’s still not sure about this. But he eventually takes off the apron. You take it and put it on his desk.

“Good. Now, how about we take two sandwiches and some drinks.”

Carmen laughs, “okay. Okay.” He leads the way out of the office.

The relaxed walk through the park is just as calming as you dreamed it would be. At first, Carmen was still tense, but as you walked, you noticed him relax little by little. You even stopped to smell the flowers, which he refused to do at first, then gave in.

“Nice right, see.” You grinned at him.

One of the cherry blossom flowers falls off. Carmen catches it and awkwardly offers it to you. You take it and tuck it in behind your ear.

“Guess that one was for you. '' He slides his hands in his pocket as he observes you.

“Thank you tree,” you start walking again, he falls in step with you. Your eyes drift to his arms. His biceps were distracting. In his left hand he holds the bag with your sandwiches and two soft drinks.

“How about this spot?” You point to a bench under one of the trees. Carmen answers with a nod and you both take a seat.

He uses the space between you to set the food and drinks out, using the bag as a barrier between the food and the bench. As he does this, his hair falls into his face.

“This is nice. Thank you.” He said, his eyes still cast downward.

“My pleasure.” You wait for him to look up, he doesn’t yet.

“Um,” he glances up and runs his hand over his mouth, “we’re having family style dinner later, if you want to come.” He breaks eye contact. “You could uh, bring your guy, if you want.”

“I don’t have a guy, not anymore.” Carmen’s beautiful blue eyes dart back to yours. “It's done, mutual clean break. No drama. It just wasn't…the connection wasn't there.”

“Shit. damn, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be...It’s a good thing.” You pause, Carmen stares at you. “I feel fine.”

“Okay. Family dinner then?” The flower falls away from your ear where you tucked it, Carmen catches it. After a moment of hesitation, he places it back.

You smile warmly at him, “I’ll be there.”

Carmen smiles shyly. His eyes land on your outfit as he hands you a drink. “You look nice.”

“Thanks. It's gorgeous out today, figured why not wear my favorite outfit.”

“It looks good.” his eyes continue to burn into you and that school girl crush of yours grows tenfold. Carmen looks away and hands you a sandwich. “Let’s eat.”

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Temporary Escape - Part 3

A/N: I've added Part 1 and 2 to my fanfic links here. As always, this was written far too long ago - Mox is Dean for that reason. Blah blah blah.

Itatics = flashbacks.

Let's do this.

Seth Rollins/OC/Roman Reigns/Dean Ambrose (Jon Moxley)

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The bed is empty when I finally stir. I stretch out, my body warm and sated from the previous night. I listen carefully and hear the soft clatter of pans coming from the kitchen at the far end of the apartment. I sit, rubbing my eyes and then stretching. Casting a look around the room, I can only see my bra on the floor.

I lean back against the pillows and the smell of Seth wraps around me. I close my eyes and I can see him across the bar laughing as he raises his beer, my eyes unable to tear away as I watch his Adam’s Apple bob as he swallows. In the cab, his arm sneaking around my shoulders, pulling me close, pressing a kiss to my forehead before I turned my face up to his and we barely came up for air until the driver coughed loudly. In his apartment, sat on the couch watching him make coffee that we never touched. Still on the couch, Seth hovering over me for a split second before he kissed me and his fingers plucked at my shirt, my jeans, letting him remove each item and relishing in how he seems to know my body despite this being the first time he’s ever touched me in this way.

My thighs tense at the memory of his hands easing them apart, his mouth on my stomach at first, then between my legs. Said memories are still occupying my mind as I get out of bed and see his shirt lying there invitingly. I tug it on and it comes to just below my ass. I give myself a cursory once-over in the mirror, clawing at my dark hair to make it do something. anything and then deciding to just go with the natural just-fucked look.

Out of the bedroom, I can hear the murmur of the TV, a low laugh erupting and then the louder sound of a pan hissing and the smell of eggs hits my nostrils. I make my way towards the sounds, rounding the corner of the short hallway into the open plan living and kitchen space.

“Seth?” I call out and then stop as I feel a presence to my left. Glancing over I feel myself redden. Two guys are sat on the couch, staring back at me with matching smirks.

“You must be Maddy,” says the bigger of the two, his dark hair pulled back into a low knot.

I nod. “And you are?”

“Roman.”

“Dean,” says the other, fair with dirty blonde hair. “Seth,” he calls out. “Kinda rude for you to leave your girl in bed on her lonesome.”

Seth emerges from the kitchen area just out sight. “What is rude is you two turning up unannounced,” he scowls at the couch but when he turns to me he smiles warmly. “I was just about to come and check on you. Sorry about these two.”

“It’s cool, look I’ll go,” I gesture in the direction of the door and then lower my voice. “It’s just er… I’m kinda missing my clothes.”

He grins sheepishly at my current attire and then looks around the room. “Fellas, you happen to move anything from the couch when you took up residence?”

Roman nods towards the floor by his feet and I see my jeans in pile and pray my underwear is somewhere within. I’m about to move to collect them, when Seth catches hold of my wrist.

“Don’t leave. These two dumbasses can leave instead.”

“We just got here,” Dean whines.

“Honestly, it’s cool,” I say to Seth.

“It’s not cool, it ain’t my style,” he replies, his fingers slipping through mine. “I was kinda hoping we could hang out a bit more today.” He looks at me, eyes wide and hopeful.

“Here’s an idea,” Dean pipes up again. “How about Maddy goes and puts some more clothes on so that she’s not risking indecent exposure, Seth cooks us all breakfast and we,” he gestures to Roman. “We give Maddy the real deal on our guy here.”

Seth scowls, but I cock my head to the side. “I mean, I get to see more of you, food and get some shit on you… Sounds pretty perfect to me.”

“I like her,” Roman laughs as he stands to scoop up my jeans and hand them over to me. Seth already has a fair advantage height-wise on me but Roman is a few inches taller and accompanied with his breadth, it’s intimidating to say the least. But my mind quickly moves onto more important matters because as Roman moves, I spy a sliver of pink peeking from just under the couch cushion. I wonder for a split second if I can grab them without anyone realising, but I’m not exactly stealth and anyway, it’s too late for any other ideas; Roman turns back to the couch and pauses for a second.

“You wanna do the honours?” he asks as he looks back over his shoulder at my reddening face.

“Yeah,” I mutter as I brush past him, crouching to salvage as much of my modesty as possible and tug my underwear free. “I’ll er…” I gesture back in the direction of the bedroom and hastily retreat.

I lean against the closed door and shut my eyes, my face still burning. I am not easily embarrassed but I defy any girl stood in the guy she’s just fucked t-shirt and nothing else, meeting his friends, correction, co-workers and having to fish her underwear out from the couch where said guy she’s just fucked stripped her off and went down on her for the first time, not to feel absolutely mortified.

I hear a laugh echo down the hall and groan inwardly at the thought of going back out there for round two. I debate just pulling on my clothes and making an Irish exit but just as I pull away from the door, there’s a soft knock.

“Maddy?” Seth pushes the door open slowly. “I just wanted to apologise.”

I wave him away, fighting to keep up the appearance of being that cool girl who is always just getting into these hilariously humiliating situations.

“I should have moved your clothes back in here when I got up, but they turned up before I had the chance and…” He trails off. “Shit excuse really.”

“Seth, it’s fine. What happened can’t be changed. Just lesson learnt I guess. Keep all removal of clothing to the bedroom.” Underwear firmly back in its rightful place, I pull up my jeans. I’m just about to pull the tshirt off when I feel his arms circle me.

“Aw but where’s the fun in that?” he murmurs against my ear, his fingers scooping back my hair so his lips can press light kisses on my neck.

“Seth…”

“What?” He turns me in his arms, his eyes wide again, turning on the charm that got me into this situation in the first place. “They’ll be gone the minute their plates are cleared. Trust me. I think they’re only buddies with me because I feed them anyway. And then we’ll be alone…” He cocks an eyebrow.

“I…”

“I can make it up to you.”

I chew my lip. “Yeah? How?”

He grins and leans closer, his teeth nipping at my earlobe as he tells me exactly how.

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Present Day

“Same again?” Seth stands, pointing at my almost empty glass. I hesitate for a second and then look up and nod. “Gin and tonic, right?”

“Right.”

Dean and Roman grunt in agreement at another beer each and a silence falls over us as Seth heads towards the bar. A silence that seems to carry on for a beat or two too long. I reach for my glass, fiddling with the straw for a second before slowly sipping the last dregs of my drink as I wrack my brain for other avenues of small talk to venture down. Anything to avoid the elephant in the room.

“I'm surprised this hasn't happened sooner," Dean breaks the silence.

"I guess," I shrug. It's true. But what's also true is that I remember the various hotel chains that were frequently used by their employer and actively avoid them as best I can.

"And then us three are meeting up for old times and guess who we bump into."

I look up sharply, my heart pounding. Dean at least has the good grace to look embarrassed.

"Shit. I didn't mean…"

"Well done," Roman rolls his eyes at his friend.

"Excuse me for trying to break the awkward silence." Dean shoots back. "Sorry," He says to me. "Genuinely didn't mean anything by it."

"I know, it's fine," I reassure but inside I'm anything but. I look over to the bar but Seth had clearly ordered the drinks and then disappeared out to take a call or head to the bathroom.

"I swear, it's never been talked about until now," Roman tells me.

"Although," Dean starts to say and then stops abruptly.

I see Roman shoot him a look of warning and despite my better judgement, I take the risk. "Although what?"

Dean glances over at the bar and comes to the same conclusion as me. Turning to me, he scrapes a hand over his face, but as he's about to open his mouth, Roman groans in despair. “Just ‘cause you’re all loved up, doesn’t make you an expert on whatever shit went down between Maddy and Seth.”

“No shit went down,” I clarify hastily. “We just…” The words hang in the air. I know what happened. I just stopped being available. “Nothing was said.”

“Exactly,” Dean says. “You both said nothing, did nothing and what happened? You both called it quits without ever saying a word about anything to each other.”

“It wasn’t that serious. It never was between us.”

Roman scoffs. “Uh-huh. Y’all together for two years and it wasn’t serious. You and him are as bad as each other.”

"It wasn't," I insist. "We hung out when we could, it was casual. What happened was because we were just that, casual, easy breezy."

"Bullshit," Dean mutters.

"It ran its course, that's all," I say firmly. "His schedule ramped up, my dad started to deteriorate… We both had other priorities. Anyway, why are you even bringing this up? It was almost 10 years ago, it’s water under the bridge.”

Roman raises an eyebrow. "Right. All under the bridge yeah?"

"It is."

He shakes his head with a laugh. "Fine. Believe what you want but if it is all water under the bridge, why did Seth want to throw fists on your behalf? Why did you look like a deer in headlights when this idiot put his foot in his mouth? And why did you and Seth give each other a look when you realised you both were single?"

"There was no look," I mutter.

"Whatever. All we're suggesting is that clearly you never talked so maybe you both should. Talk about what happened and the whys and the hows and all the shit in between. And then you either truly call it quits or…” he drifts off as Seth re-enters the room and heads to the bar to collect our drinks.

“Or what?” I murmur. Seth is still out of earshot. But only just.

“I think you know,” is the reply.

I’m sure I do. But even after all these years, I can’t see how there is a way back from the line that was crossed.

---

It’s hard to determine what the catalyst was. That’s a lie - there was a clear catalyst but that was the ignition that lit the spark that had lingered for a while.

Shortly after Seth and I first met, he was called up to the main roster, along with Dean and Roman. With that came an intense travel schedule that only brought him back into town every few weeks, if that. We were casual - he’d call when he was heading back and we’d meet up for a beer, maybe dinner and inevitably end up back at his place or mine. And despite the fact that we both referred to it as casual, slowly but surely, the weeks apart started to fill up with texts and then calls. Without realising it we suddenly couldn’t go 24 hours without some sort of conversation.

Then one day, he invited me to come on the road - just for a short stretch between a taping and a handful of live shows before heading back to Florida. To this day, I have no idea if he’d run the idea past the other two, but they both graciously accepted me into the fold and seemed happy enough that there was an extra person to split the driving with and never complained when I showed up again for another stretch a month later. Or the month after that. Soon I was making regular guest appearances on the schedule.

We lived in close quarters - regardless of how big a car, it still felt small with three larger-than-average guys filling it out. Hotel rooms were shared to keep costs down and evenly split between who had to share and who got a hotel room to themselves each night. Dean and Roman would make a show of eye-rolling and joke about needing extra earplugs whenever they were stuck with me and Seth.

It was fun. And I enjoyed their company. There were plenty of times when I drove and chatted shit with Dean whilst the other two dozed in the back, or when Roman would be the one up front and we’d be remembering holidays as kids with our respective families in various parts of Florida. And then there were also times when I’d wake up in the backseat and find my feet propped up on someone’s lap or if we’d been done dirty by the car hire, slumped against a thick shoulder that only had a 1 in 3 chance of belonging to Seth.

The downside to all of this was getting attached. Too attached.

“I’ll miss you,” I murmur, not for the first time.

He glances up from packing and gives me a soft smile. “I know. I’ll miss you too.”

I pluck at the bedcovers. It’s late morning but I’m refusing to move. The bed is still warm from our earlier antics, the sheets still smell of him, all him. I flop back onto the pillows and watch him move about the bedroom, grabbing clothes from the clean pile, retrieving socks from the dresser.

“But you’re coming out next week,” he reminds me. “We’re looking forward to having someone else to share the driving with.”

“Oh I see how this works,” I grumble with a smile. “Is that all I’m worth to you three?”

He grins. “We’ll pay you back.”

“Oh really?” I cock an eyebrow.

“Well,” his grin turns to a smirk. “I will anyway.”

I giggle as he heads into the closet to dig out a baseball cap or three. There’s the familiar rustling and then something lands in my lap. I look down curiously. “What the...”

“Dean picked them up last week. What do you think?”

I eye up the mask, taking in the black and white teeth that growl up at me. “Where exactly did he pick them up?”

“I thought it was best not to ask...” he chuckles as he heads back to the suitcase with a bundle of shirts. “They’re kinda cool though.”

I pick up the mask for a closer look. “I guess. Kinda creepy though. You guys are intimidating enough with all black gear.”

“Intimidating, huh?” he raises an eyebrow.

I roll my eyes. “For those who only see you on-screen. I am fully aware what big softies you all really are.”

“I would pay good money to see you say that to Dean.”

“I’ll ruffle his hair at the same time for good measure,” I laugh, fumbling with the clasp at the back of the mask. Loosening it just enough, I slip it over my face and adjust it around my jaw and nose.

His eyes flicker up and he chuckles. “I’ve never seen someone look so adorable in a skull mask.” I scowl and his laughter increases. “You look like an angry puppy.”

I tug the mask from my head. “Fine, Mr Intimidating. Show me how it’s done.”

He takes the mask from me with a smirk. “My pleasure.”

I watch as he adjusts the clasp before pushing his hair back behind his ears. Slowly, he eases the mask into position and I’m almost un-nerved by the spark that flares in the pit of my stomach. He stares down at me, his expression completely altered by the fanged teeth. His eyes are unblinking, turning dark as he holds my gaze. He takes a step towards the bed, his biceps twitching as he flexes and I can’t help the shiver that runs down my spine or the way I automatically bite my lip, my thighs tensing under the sheets. His eyes flicker down and when he looks back up, I can almost see the knowing smirk that’s forming beneath the mask.

He’s at the edge of the bed, towering over me. His hair is still slightly damp from his shower and a few strands hang loose, framing his eyes and the fanged mask. He cocks his head to one side before he rests a knee on the bed, the mattress giving way under the added weight. My legs instinctively widen and he raises an eyebrow in response before he lowers himself further and starts to crawl up and over me. My hands reach for him, but he’s too quick and he captures them with ease. He pushes my arms above my head as he holds my gaze and the sheets slip as my body is stretched, my bare breasts rising to press against his chest.

His face nuzzles against my neck and my cheek, the material of the mask scratching my skin but doing little to hide the heaviness of his breath and the murmur of sweet nothings as his hips grind slowly and steadily against me. A moan escapes me and I feel him shift above me, one hand gripping both my wrists as the other moves elsewhere. There’s a soft snap and then his mouth, hot and firm, is on mine, his fingers brushing over my cheek, down my throat until his hand cups my breast, his thumb flicking over my nipple.

Somewhere, a phone rings. It takes both of us a few seconds to realise it’s the phone next to the bed. His phone to be exact. He growls against my mouth at the interruption but doesn’t move off me as he reaches for the phone.

“Yeah?”

I can hear the muffled voice of Dean asking if he’s left yet.

“Just gotta deal with something first,” he replies, raising an eyebrow at me. I giggle, biting my lip as his hips grind once again and I can feel the heat of his dick through his sweatpants and the sheets.

A knowing chuckle echoes down the line accompanied by a quip that I don’t quite catch. Whatever was said is ignored.

“I’ll be there in an hour.” He hangs up, the phone sliding to the floor as he leans down and re-captures my lips for a second before he trails down my neck, my breasts and finally settles between my thighs.

A week later I flew out to meet them for another trip on the road.

A week after that, everything was fucked.

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The next update will be long. 10k words long to be exact. Thoughts on whether that's too much? Happy to split it if that would make it easier..

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yay💞 trans ryan not!fic time. obligatory disclaimer this is not meant 2 be speculative at ALL or representative of all trans experiences etc etc its just for funzies hokay. i am crazy. but i am free

we'll do transguy ryan first. in my mind the timeline is that he starts seriously learning ab queerness sometime in high school, super burying himself online + in books all the time. tries to be a tomboy, butch, but it just doesnt rly work. so he tells spencer one summer, hey, i think im a guy. goes through senior year knowing but not telling anyone else, except for maybe a couple more friends, spencers mom. buys new clothes and keeps his hair short and his head down til the summer after graduation; doesnt even tell brendon hes trans once brendon joins the band, brendons just like alright cool youre a guy with a girly voice whatev. he does come out to him soon enough since they get pretty close but for the most part fully intends on keeping stealth, esp as the band gets bigger, bigger, and it seriously turns into a ticket outta there.

he doesnt manage to start taking t until around mid 2006 and the costumes + makeup help a lot a lot in dealing w heavy dysphoria+general discomfort around that time and with being perceived ssooo much so fast. he got top surgery around 07 and cabin era was yes in part to make a new album but also he spent it recovering. he was able to mellow out a lot in 07/08 in big part thanks to finally being comfortable in his own body. yay💖 idk if he'd ever come out publicly or stay stealth forever. maybe? anyway

tgirl ryan is a different story entirely. it starts sort of the same - finding blogs & books about queerness about halfway through high school, and it all resonates way too deep, too much. instead of coming out, she refuses to think about it and refuses to talk about it and refuses to let comments from the public, from the press, from her friends and bandmates and pete about could be pretty for a girl, and are you sure youre not gay? get to her. again, the makeup & the costumes are solace. bending and experimenting and maybe, sometimes, seeing herself in the mirror, and still being able to snap back into place: say see, dont worry, its just for show. and she doesnt really mean to ever let it slip but its 2007, theyre supposed to be making a new album but it sort of feels like theyre making a new -- something else entirely, and, well, theyre doing a lot of drugs. she asks, do you think im a girl? sort of vaguely, the ceiling is spinning and everyones quiet, too quiet, she almost thinks none of them are there and shes gonna sit up to see shes alone in her room, until jon says: i dont know, i think thats up to you. she sits up, and everyones looking at her. not judging; mostly just curious, confused.

ryan tells them, yes, she likes her name. it can be a girls name, right? she already chose it once. so they still call her ryan but they start calling her her in private, because, she says, hell no, shes not coming out to everyone. not any time soon, at least.

things are way easier, way more comfortable, just like that, for a while. being out to even just a select few is a big weight off; its easy enough to tune out everyone else. but as time goes on it becomes more and more obvious, its definitely not sustainable for the long term.

so the band falls apart. so its just her and jon. they do a couple shows and the venues are way smaller, the attention is dying down, and thats when she tells him, okay, i want to come out.

its just one interview, she tries to keep it lowkey, telling everyone in her immediate circle first and telling them yes, yes, please, call me a woman in public. dont make me do all the work.

so thats how it happens. its not easy, by any means, but she starts estrogen and lets her hair grow out and curl, smiles hard when jon refers to her easily, correctly on stage, in front of everyone, and so maybe its all worth it; to be comfortable like this, in her own skin. and maybe it pays off in ways she didnt even think of, too -- someone in the audience, one night, passing up a trans flag for her to put on the mic stand.

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Hello! I've decided I wanted to give writting a fic with multiple chapters a try, so here's chapter one! This one is a post episode 200 fix-it (sorta), but instead of time travel it's just spooky dream stuff.

Summary: Martin's been having strange dreams recently, usually involving the man he's seen in the Institute's library.

This Isn't Our First Time Around

Chapter One -- Dreams and a Rough Morning

The mug was hot in his hand. He fidgeting nervously with the handle while staring at the closed door. He could feel eyes on the back of his head.

He knew Tim and Sasha were watching him. He could feel their judgmental gazes every time he went to bring Jon a mug of tea, or tried to get him to go home at a reasonable hour, or simply tried to talk to the man.

"What is it, Marto?" Tim called from his desk in a slightly mocking tone, "scared he'll yell at you 'bout being a murderer again - ow - hey!"

Tim's annoyance was cut off by Sasha swiftly kicking him in the shin under their desks and giving him a glare.

Deciding that he'd rather speak to Jon than listen to Tim's angry rambling about Martin daring to show any sympathy towards the 'spooky boss 2.0', Martin grabbed and twisted the door handle.

Jon's office was a mess. It often was, but now the stacks of papers and tossed-aside tape recorders felt somehow threatening.

"Hey, knock-knock," Martin called, not yet daring to step fully into the cramped office.

Jon startled at the noise and glared at Martin for the interruption. His hair was a mess, and he looked absolutely exhausted, but he was still dressed in a button-up shirt and a sweater vest, as he almost always was. His face was still dotted with scars and a few scabs from the stubborn wounds refusing to fully heal.

"Ah, Martin," he said, seeming to try and hide the folder he'd been rummaging through under his arms.

Martin lifted the mug in his hands and explained uselessly, "Brought you some tea."

He slid into the room, shutting the door behind him, and took a few steps forward to place the mug on the desk. Jon eyed the mug suspiciously.

Martin honestly wasn't there to snoop at whatever work Jon was doing, but he couldn't help seeing the CCTV footage that was pulled up on Jon's laptop and his frantic notes covering the page his notebook was open to.

Jon's gaze had shifted from the mug to Martin. He was eyeing him, now.

"Did you need anything else?" Jon's voice was sharp, but it was tired. It was sad and regretful, yet still full of fear.

"I just - I... no, I guess not," Martin gave up on his words.

Martin turned and left the room, preparing to have to face Tim once again.

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Martin's eyes opened slowly and heavily. He felt a strange guilt bubbling in his chest, though he did not know what he was guilty for.

It was another one of those dreams. He'd been having them recently. Dreams where he worked down in the archives of the Magnus Institute rather than the library.

Those dreams always felt oddly real, but they were getting stranger and stranger recently. They often included Tim and Sasha (two people he was sure he'd never met before), and that rather pretty man he'd see every now and then in the library (Jon, his dreams apparently named him).

He promptly tried to forget the dream and the uncomfortable feeling it gave him, and he went about getting ready for the day.

Unfortunately, he'd somehow managed to oversleep again, and by the time he reached the station, he missed his usual tube.

It was no big deal. He'd still get to work on time. This just meant he'd have to skip his routine of stopping at that cute café near the Institute for tea before heading into work.

Except, once he stepped onto the tube, a familiar person caught his eye.

It was him! The man he'd see in the library! The man from his dreams! Though, seeing him in reality, he was much more put together than his dream-self.

His hair was neatly brushed (it was long for what one would call short hair, but it only barely passed his ears), and he wore a nice, dark-green, patterned button-up, but it was not nearly as formal as 'dream-Jon's'.

He was pretty. Very pretty. Martin was only slightly embarrassed that him being pretty was part of the reason he'd been staring. But, mostly, he was staring because of how closely he resembled dream-Jon.

Martin had never been great with visualizing or remembering people's faces. And, he'd never been nearly close enough to this man to see his face in great detail before now. But his dream had managed to be so accurate (minus the scars).

It was odd. But so was a lot of things, so Martin did his best to ignore it, even though he did continue to steal several glances of the man.

Eventually, the man's eyes darted in Martin's direction. Their eyes locked. Martin tried to look away, tried to break the awkward eye contact, but he couldn't.

It was as if nothing else was there. As if there was nothing to look at except the large brown eyes locked on his own.

Suddenly, the other man's gaze went slightly vacant, as if he was no longer looking at Martin, but rather, through him.

The vacant looked flashed to horror for only a second before he was once again looking at Martin. He scowled, though the scowl held a bit of confusion and fear, then huffed and pointedly stared at the floor.

Martin, suddenly embarrassed, having been caught staring, also decided that looking at the dirty floor of the tube was better than continuing to make the poor man uncomfortable.

***

Jon was not having a very good morning.

He might even go as far as to say that he was having a terrible morning.

Sleep had been... difficult lately. Trying to sleep was nearly impossible as he felt as though he was constantly being watched. And his dreams were strange.

Jon had always dreamed. His dreams were always very vivid. This, of course, meant he'd had his fair share of nightmares (especially involving spiders), but the dreams he'd been having recently were even stranger than the typical ones his brain managed to create.

They were short, often only lasting what felt like a few minutes. But they were awful. Either painful or terrifying, it seemed.

Once, he'd dreamt that he felt as though he were falling for an eternity, despite the fact that he was sitting perfectly still in a chair. Another dream involved grabbing a woman's hand, only for pain to shoot through his arm and body, heat melting into the nerves of his hand. He'd woken up screaming both those times.

Last night's dreams involved throbbing pain in his leg, dark tunnels, and too many worms. Tim was there, and he'd opened a trap door leading to a room filled with the terrible wriggling creatures and a woman covered in holes. And she screamed a horrible scream of a thousand voices as worms lunged at Jon and Tim.

And then he was back in his bed, sweating and shaking. His leg still faintly hurt, and he could feel the worms crawling over every inch of his skin, waiting to burrow into his flesh.

Usually he woke up at 5:30. It was 4 in the morning, according to his phone, and he was certain there was no way he was going to fall asleep again. So, begrudgingly, he pulled himself out of bed and turned on a cold shower to hopefully rinse the feeling of thousands of flesh-eating larva off of him.

***

On his commute to work, he saw a man on the tube. He felt oddly familiar, oddly important, though Jon wasn't sure why. He tried to ignore the feeling, but when he looked back over, the man was looking back at him.

They locked eyes, and as Jon studied the man's face, his stomach suddenly dropped, and his heart raced.

Worms. He could suddenly see a jar of worms being slammed onto a wooden desk by the man. He was very clearly distressed and shaking, and the worms wriggled and pulsed inside the jar.

Then, the image was gone. It had only flashed before him for a second, but it was so vivid.

Jon was back to staring at the man, who now seemed slightly concerned. Jon was shaking. He glared at nothing as he turned his head to look at anything but the man.

What was wrong with him? Was he hallucinating? What was up with all the worms?

Jon refused to look anywhere but at his shoes for the rest of the ride. Unfortunately, as he stepped off the tube, the man seemed to follow, though also seemed to be consciously staying a good distance away from Jon.

Jon's heart rate picked up again as he swiftly walked to the Institute, hoping the man wasn't following him.

He made it inside and climbed the stairs, opening the door to the research department. Tim sat at his desk and was chatting with Sasha, who sat perched on the corner of the desk holding a document, most liking on some new strange item that'd been transferred to Artifact Storage.

Jon was slowly getting closer to Tim over time, who'd introduced him to Sasha. They were close enough that Jon considered them his friends, going out for drinks every few weeks and chatting during the work day.

"Hey there, Jonny-boy!" Tim called when Jon came to sit at his desk opposite to Tim's.

"Morning, Tim," Jon mumbled, decided that he was not in the mood to entertain Tim by grumbling about being called 'Jonny-boy' again.

"You alright?" Sasha asked, sliding off the desk.

"Fine, fine," Jon waved his hand dismively, "just another odd dream, is all. You were in this one again, Tim."

Tim's face lit up, and he clapped his hands together while saying, "Ooo, what happened in this one? What did I do?"

"Opened a door," Jon stated flatly, then made a face while finishing, "and we got eaten by worms."

Sasha grimaced a bit at that, then asked, "What about me? Was I there?"

"I think you were meant to be?" Jon shrugged. "You and someone else. You were supposed to be there, but we'd lost you at some point. Probably in the tunnels."

"This one had spooky tunnels, too?" Tim interjected. "Wonder what all the dreams mean."

"They're probably just stress dreams," Jon sighed, then pulled some papers from his bag and placed them on his desk. "Lord knows I've had plenty of those," he muttered and turned on his computer.

#This Isn't Our First Time Around au #title from the song past lives because that song gave me the idea for this entire fic #massive spoilers for all of tma #jonathan sims #martin k blackwood #timothy stoker #sasha james #tma jmart #just a lil bit #fanfic #the magnus archives #tma fanfic #au fanfiction #dream au #dreams

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16 - Lion Finally Loved

The Lion's Bride

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"Urgh no - I can't do this without him, Sansa. I - I need Jaime!" I screamed through harsh contractions as she wipes my sweaty forehead with a cloth. The war had gone on throughout my whole pregnancy but luckily Tywin didn't send Sansa off to be married herself. Tyrion used his words to convince him that I would need help since my husband was off in battle and may never come back to me. She tries reassuring me as I groaned through my teeth. "Yes you can. You are my older sister and you've always been as strong as any man. You can do this, Juliet." Sucking a lump in my throat I started pushing which lasted for hours. The moon could be seen in the sky when a baby's cry finally filled the room that the midwife wrapped in a blanket until a ruckus was heard outside by the guards causing me to hug my infant to my chest ordering my sister. "Hand me my sword, now!"

Sansa picked it up nearly falling over because of the unknown weight she's not used to having. Wrapping my right hand around the handle I aim the blade towards the door with Sansa standing behind me even though I'm laying in the large bed of our chambers. The Red Keep is the most secure place in King's Landing so who could get past the loads of Kingsguard. The chambers door gets kicked open and a figure covered in mud collapsed at the foot of the bed. After that a woman dressed as a knight and I gasped with heavy tears seeing my twin and our mother standing beside her in the doorway. "Robb...mother...who is that?" I point the tip of my sword to the stranger on the ground until Robb bent down lifting the man up to sit on the foot of the bed, my eyes squint seeing tired green eyes. "Jaime.." I sniffed through tears feeling the infant in my arms squirm making me finally look down seeing its a girl with hair like me and bright green eyes like her father.

"Is she mine...ours Y/n?' Jaime choked out with a raw throat starting to reach forward with his muddy left hand instead of his right causing me to see it's just a stubble of where it used to be. Slowly nodding my head I reached forward with my right hand taking his left hand in mine, glancing up to my twin brother for answers while our mother opened the door reuniting with Sansa and Arya who had cut her hair short looking like a boy. Still carrying her sword that Jon had given her so long ago. "Mother had let him go to trade for you and Sansa but then I remembered how he would mumble sweet things about you in his sleep. Shortly after he left I decided to save him after this man named Lock cut off his hand. I may not like completely little sis, but if he makes you happy then I can't really fight it." Robb's gaze shifts down to Jaime in a threatening tone as if he was king.

"I kept up my end of the deal now you do the same, Lannister." Jaime pushed his long mud covered hair from his eyes addressing my brother. "Go to my father and Tyrion. Explain the terms and the truth of Joffrey, the North is yours young wolf." My mother stepped up as maids entered the room to help Jaime change out his dirty clothing. "So have you thought of a name for this little one?" Staring down to the small girl I feel my heart sore at everything that happened to get to this point, to get to hold something as small in my arms. "Elizabeth Joanna Lannister. The middle name in honor of Jaime's mother." Foosteps reentered the room where Tyrion and Jaime appeared with light smiles on their faces. I wave them over where they can see the small girl but when I looked to my husband I can see he is holding other emotions in as he held his first born in his arms.

The next morning I toss the covers aside stumbling a little when I get up from the bed most likely against the midwives orders but I need to talk with my husband. Sansa and Arya are watching little Elizabeth for us but he hasn't really said a word since his sudden return. Wrapping the blanket around myself I softly called out to him as he sits by the open window starting down at his missing hand. "Jaime!" He doesn't look up at all instead just shakes his head mumbling under his breath, he cut his long hair and has started growing a stubble on his chin. "Go away, Juliet. You can't possibly love a man with one hand so just - take our daughter and leave her for the North." Dropping on my knees before him I tilt his head up forcing him to look at me directly, tears slipping from his eyes hurts me. "There's no way in seven hells I'm doing anything like that. Jaime, I love you too. I've wanted to tell you for awhile it was just with the war and everything - but that doesn't matter now. I love you, that's what matters okay." His green eyes pour into mine feeling him shiver when I cup his face in my hands leaning forward and kissing him after so long.

"Juli you - you love me?" Jaime breaths out crying through a small smile moving his left hand to grip my forearm to see if I am real I suppose. Nodding my head slowly I rest my forehead against his whispering. "Yes, yes, I love you. I'll say it however may times I have to until you believe it. Jaime I know you're afraid no one will love you but I will. Our marriage was arranged and I was forced to become your Lion Bride but I wouldn't trade it for the world." He buries his face in the crook of my neck wrapping his arms around my waist. I throw my arms around his neck whispering in his ear. "I'll go wherever you want, Jaime. My heart shall follow you anywhere." He pulls away pressing his lips down onto mine mumbling in between deep kisses making my cheeks flush red. "I know you just gave birth but I was thinking we should have more kids. Didn't you're father always say wolves run in packs, my wolf...because I think Lion's do the same." Pulling him to his feet we crawl underneath the covers spending the rest of the day cuddling in each other arms. "Wolves and Lion's are united now and always. Don't worry my husband our story has just begun....one of our boys should be named Ned though." I smirked against his chest seeing him smirk as well drawing me in for a night of kissing that took my breath away.

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So readers this is the end. Weird way to end it I know, but I just felt it would be better if Robb lived and returned her husband to her. Anyway thank you all for reading and please check out my other stories :)

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TMA One-Shot!

While I toil over my TMA longfic, I threw together one of the softest smut pieces I've written. First TMA fic up on ao3 let's gooooo

Takes place post-canon, Jon/Martin, trans Jon, a bit angsty but mostly fluff. (non-sexual kink) Check out ao3 for full tags!

The subway car isn't that full for a Friday night in Glasgow, but Jon still feels the eyes.

He pulls anxiously at his shirt, feeling the odd rub of the cotton against the layer of latex underneath. It's easier to get dressed at home than at the club, with how long it takes to get into the damn gimp suit, but it means taking the SPT all the way to the club already sweating in the unbreathable layers. The terror that someone will know beats through him: an awkward, thrilling paranoia that feeds his patron as much as it discomfits him.

Jon adjusts his shirt cuff for the umpteenth time, stopping only when Martin's fingers press gently over his.

"No one can see," Martin murmurs. He smiles, soft encouragement and glittering enjoyment all at once. It's alright for him, of course–he's wearing a normal t-shirt and trousers under his leather jacket, and he won't change much even at their destination.

Of course, Jon looks normal on the surface, too– button-down shirt, slacks, collar buttoned to hide the latex that comes up to his neck–but surely people can just tell, by the way he's sitting or the sweat beading down his face or–

Martin picks up his hand and kisses the tips of his fingers. Jon winces at the almost inaudible squeak of the latex, and then again at the subtle glances they receive for their innocent PDA.

"We could–" Martin begins, in a gentle tone of voice Jon knows all too well. We could go back. It's okay if it's too much for you. You're dealing with so much. You're just a sad little wet sack of a man who can't handle being in crowds. Okay, so Martin never says that last bit, but Jon certainly feels it every time he has to cut their dates short, or calls Martin to pick him up from errands that should be simple. He shakes his head.

"No, it's fine," he says, his voice steady and dry and not at all betraying how fast his heart is beating. "I'm just warm."

Martin raises his eyebrows but doesn't speak his disbelief, which Jon is grateful for. He's not trying to be convincing to Martin, anyway. He's convincing the other people on the subway who might be watching, who might be wondering, who seem to care only for their own business but who could be subtly judging him, and–

It's their stop. Jon doesn't stand until the doors are squeaking and other people are standing. He can feel the sweat pooling, awful, under his hair on the back of his neck and soaking through his collar. He ignores Martin's offered hand because he just needs to get out of the station, and away from all of these eyes.

If he takes Martin's hand they'll look, and they'll wonder, and they'll guess because why would the two of them be getting off here if not for the club two streets down? Why would two men who seem to have nothing in common, one in leather, for godssake, be so physically close unless–?

Jon gulps down the cool night air as soon as they emerge from the escalator. It's not exactly fresh, but it seems like there's more of it, at least. The breeze doesn't penetrate the latex, but it at least cools his face.

"Hey," Martin says, taking his elbow. Jon lets him, this time. "Are you alright?"

Jon nods. It's doing something to him–the anxiety, the pressure of being noticed, the relief of escape, all bound up in the tightness of latex against his skin. He takes a few breaths, as deep as he can make them. His head swims. Martin smiles again.

"Already, hm?" he says, and he sounds pleased and amused.

Jon nods, and then says, "yes," because he needs to make sure he can still speak. He can. It's a bit of a relief. Martin's smile doesn't widen, exactly, but there's a change in it nonetheless. Jon suppresses a shiver.

"Come on, then," Martin invites, and Jon catches up to him with another thrill of fear that's a lot closer to excitement.

There's a couple people queuing outside the nondescript door that leads into the club, but Martin flashes a membership card and they're waved in. Jon volunteers, sometimes–it was an easier welcome to the club than play–and Martin has started to, as well. As expected, Martin is already friendlier with the staff than Jon is.

Jon had teased him about it–an avatar of the Lonely, making easy friends–until Martin pointed out that he'd been friendly with the Institute staff, too, and that hadn't stopped him from being marked. Furthermore, Martin said, if Jon was jealous enough to be making comments he could put some effort into actually making friends instead of complaining–and unfortunately that was too close to the truth for Jon to have any properly sniping comebacks.

Now, there's an instant comfort that comes from entering the dim-lit club. A reception desk blocks entrance to the narrow hallway that funnels guests to the lockers and playrooms, but already Jon is feeling more conspicuous for the button-down than the latex underneath. He refused to dress up the first time he agreed to come with Martin, and spent the whole time feeling obvious and painfully vanilla. There's a satisfying anonymity in the black latex, skintight though it is.

They make awkward small talk with the receptionist–another volunteer, like most of the "staff"--before finally being ushered back to the lockers. Jon strips off his street clothes with relief and tucks them away, while Martin simply takes off his shirt under the jacket and changes to shorts instead of trousers. He unzips his duffel and hands Jon a folded, latex hood.

"Are you sure about this?" he asks, his brown eyes warm and solemn. Jon takes the hood. He can feel his heartbeat in his fingertips.

"I'm sure," he says. He wants to put it on right away. He wants to leave.

"Your hands are shaking," Martin observes.

"So they are."

"If you want to wait–"

"Martin."

"Okay, okay! Just checking!" Martin raises his hands in surrender. "Gloves, too?"

Jon nods. His palms are sweating, which will make putting the fingerless gloves on a pain, but just thinking about it makes him feel lightheaded with want.

"Okay," Martin says, and his voice has taken on the breathy, excited quality that tells Jon that yes, that feeling is an altered state of awareness. He's already slipping under, and Martin can tell. "Let's go over things. You won't be able to see with the hood on, but you'll be able to talk."

Jon nods, forces himself to speak.

"Right," he says.

"You'll be able to hear me, but it'll be muffled. If I need to get your attention, I'll tap three times on your arm, like this." Martin demonstrates with two fingers, each tap firm and deliberate. Jon closes his eyes automatically, as if it will feel different if he can't see. The air feels much thicker, all of a sudden.

"Got it," he says. It's the right thing to say, and he feels a small sense of satisfaction that he knows this. He can't make mistakes in this conversation; or at least he has no urge to say any of the wrong things.

"If it's too much, I need you to let me know right away. The hood will take a couple moments to unlace, and it's better to be cautious. You don't want to panic in this. And there will be plenty of time to experiment, okay?" Martin fixes Jon with a firm look, warm brown irises taking on an iced chill like permafrost. "Don't push it, Jon. I know you."

"I won't," Jon says, and winces when Martin doubles down on his glare. "Really! I don't want to push things too far. I promise I won't–not on purpose, at least."

"Okay," Martin says grudgingly. He leans in and presses a kiss to Jon's mouth, startling him. Jon catches himself in time to kiss Martin back, and Martin responds at once, holding his head to kiss him deeper. There's a strange sterility to it, the latex keeping away Martin's body heat, but it still makes Jon feel dizzy. He lets out a shaky exhale when Martin pulls away.

"Anything else you want to go over?" Martin asks, leaning their foreheads together and keeping his hand on the back of Jon's.

It gets a bit more explicit from here-- read the rest on AO3

#ao3 fanfic #fanfic #tma #the magnus archives #do not archive #jon sims #trans jon sims #martin blackwood #jon sims x martin blackwood #writing #phyn writes

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The Senator from Montana

CHAPTER EIGHT: The The White House Meeting

Featuring President Joe Biden, Sen. Jon Tester and Sen. Joe Manchin

Senator Jon Tester along with the other senators who are involved in drafting the $1.9 trillion relief plan were invited to the White House to discuss President Joe Biden's proposed plan. Before today, Jon had never been in the Oval Office as he and the other senators waited to see the President. When President Biden came into the Oval Office looking fine in his blue suit and tie. At 79 with thinning white hair and his thin frame fit his tall body, about 6′. His shoes seemed to glide across the floor as he sat in his chair and greeted everyone.

With clock ticking, Biden was in deal-making mode to secure his agenda, cajoling and wooing the multiple constellations of lawmakers to wrap up their talks and settle on an overall price tag. Biden went around the room to determine what they could live with as a top number, declaring, “Find it,” looking at Sen. Joe Manchin, D-W.Va. in particular.

”Just work on it, give me a number.”

It’s not only Biden’s first-year presidential legacy, but his party’s political future on the line; the midterm election a little more than a year away. With Republicans in lockstep opposition to Biden’s plan, it’s up to Democrats alone to get it approved.

After the meeting ended, Sen. Tester and Sen. Manchin remained to further discuss how to motivate them to get the plan done.

"We know your secret, Mr. President." Sen. Manchin said as President Biden swallowed hard.

"You do us a favor, we'll make sure this $1.9 trillion relief plan will get done when the time comes." Sen. Manchin said as both senators rubbed their sizable bulges.

President Biden knew he had to make this work to his advantage. So he stood up, knelt down in front of the senators and reached for Sen. Manchin's zipper. This was a familiar role for Biden, who was not the most beloved or exciting candidate running for president in 2020, but it was meetings like this that got Democrats from all wings of the party to eventually rally around him.

As President Biden slipped his hand inside Sen. Manchin's pants, he found his semi-hard, 9" thick cock. President Biden looked over to Sen. Tester to see an equally thick 7" cock. Now excited, President Biden slipped Sen. Manchin's cock in his mouth and started sucking his cock wildly, giving him fast and strong suction around that beautiful thick shaft.

"He's a damn good cocksucker." Sen. Manchin said, looking down at the president before placing his free hand on the back of Biden's head and pulled his face against his crotch.

"Take it all. Show me how good you are, Mr. President."

Suddenly, Sen. Tester was standing over the president with his gorgeous rod pointing towards Biden's face. Joe continued to suck Sen. Manchin's cock until Manchin finally pulled his cock out of Biden's mouth and turned his face to Tester's cock. Quickly Biden was on it, sucking like a pro. These guys had the president! He was their whore for the afternoon.

"That's it. Suck these cocks. Get that deal done." They laughed as President Biden was on his knees, taking turns sucking and licking both of them. His tongue was working one while he stroked the other. Never letting their cocks slip from his grip.

"Maybe we should put him to work." Sen. Tester suddenly announced.

Sen. Manchin nodded and the three men repositioned themselves on the floor of the Oval Office. Sen. Tester smacked Biden's ass and told him to get on all fours. Sen. Manchin kneeled in front of the president and fed him his cock, forcing Biden's throat down deep on his long thick cock, pumping the president's mouth to his tune.

"Yea! Damn that feels good. He's much better than that whore Lindsey Graham." Manchin called back to Sen. Tester.

"Joe, I wonder if he's a better fuck than he is." Sen. Tester said as he suddenly reached around Biden and unbuckled his belt. He jerked his slacks down and then jockey shorts.

President Biden was suddenly as hot to get fucked as he could ever remember. His old asshole was twitching with anticipation of being penetrated by the senator from Montana's fat dick. And as Sen. Tester lubed up his cock, Biden started swallowing more and more of Sen. Manchin 's dick while looking up into the tall man's blue eyes. Biden deep throated his long cock, relishing the feel of his dick as it slid down his throat until his mouth was pressed against the fly of his pants.

"Damn! That feels great." Manchin called out, "Jon, he's good."

"Yea, well let's see how good his old ass can take my fat cock." Sen. Tester called out from behind Biden as he pushed the head of his thick dick against his old asshole. The President let out a moan as the senator from Montana's thick dick entered him. Then Biden's back arched as Sen. Tester drove his swollen dick deep inside the president's asshole.

"Oh, you are tight Mr. President." Tester laughed as he slid his cock in and out slowly of Biden's ass.

Sen. Manchin continued to fuck the president's mouth with his cock stiffening as he watched Tester fuck Biden from behind. Jon was a real fucker, he knew exactly how to please himself and in return give President Biden pure satisfaction. He moved Joe's ass up and down his pole, using the president's hips as handlebars to massage his cock.

"So how does he fuck?" Sen. Manchin asked.

"Like a whore." Sen. Tester answered as he banged Biden ass with hard stroke, pushing him deeper onto the cock he was sucking.

Biden was really enjoying himself at this point as he was rocking back and forth the two senator's cocks. Each sped up until they synchronized their fucking of the president's holes. The two senators were close to emptying their seed. Manchin was stiff as a board when President Biden felt him start to tighten.

"Shit, I'm cumming." Manchin called out as Biden's lips locked around his shaft and anticipated his cream. Up it came as Biden felt the vein on his shaft fill and shoot his cum down his throat.

The President swallowed as fast as Manchin was shooting, working in unison with him pumping his face. Manchin's cum was salty and thick, globs flowed in wads as he came in Biden's mouth. Manchin grabbed his shaft and squeezed up the cum that stayed in his shaft to have Biden clean him dry. Meanwhile, Sen. Tester's pumping got faster and faster. That cause the president to scream like a wild animal before cumming harder than he had ever done in his life on the floor beneath him.

The contraction of his ass on Tester's pistoning dick while he went through his orgasm brought on his own climax. Soon he was filling President Biden's ass with ropes of cum. The president was still in the throes of his own nut, but feeling the senator's seed deep with in him announced clearly to him that he was being bred.

"Today was a very special experience, and I will tell you that I'm not easily in awe of different things, but this was pretty cool.” Sen. Tester said praising President Biden's efforts after emerging from a meeting in the Oval Office.

#The Senator from Montana #The The White House Meeting #Joe Manchin #Jon Tester #fan fiction #tester fan fiction #tester fiction #Joe Biden #politician #american politician

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Chapters 2-4 (thank you for reading. Hope to update again in a week but with the holidays I'm not sure)

Chapter 2: First day at work

Looking in the mirror Steve couldn't decide if he was in hell or maybe just maybe he could make it work for him.

He decided he could make it work for him. The sailor outfit looked ridiculous but it showed off his butt so that was an upside.

Scoops Ahoy. The ice cream stand in the mall. He had applied and got the job easily. The StarCourt Mall had been a blessing to first-time workers like himself.

Looking outside he groaned at the fact that the the sun was barely coming up. It was an ungodly hour.

He got into his car and headed towards the mall.

It was summer, he should be sleeping and being lazy but no, he was heading to the mall to work an eight-hour shift every day for the next five days. Then two days off then back to a stacked schedule.

Supposedly they expected the mall to be busy all the time with people hungry for ice cream.

Everyone hired was expected to be able to work Friday - Tuesday so they rotated the workers around so you didn't always get the weekend rush.

They were also partnered up. he was partnered with a senior from Hawkins. He hadn't met them yet but so far everyone, including the manager, was younger than him.

As he drove he noticed that the pool had a sign saying they would only be open weekends. “I wonder why” Steve asked himself as he continued.

When he arrived at the mall he laid his face on the steering wheel and closed his eyes. He would be ok, he told himself, and then grabbed his jacket and headed to the employee entrance.

When he got to the door there was a girl there in the same uniform and a bike.

“Hey, would you like to keep that in my trunk so nobody thinks of taking it?” Steve asked.

The girl turned around. She had huge blue eyes and short brown hair. She just stared at him and said “my name is Robin Buckley and we had history together with Ms. Click but you probably don't remember me but no big deal. Anyways I would love that and thank you”.

They put her bike in his trunk along with a backpack he hadn't noticed before. “I'm staying with friends because my parents are aholes” Robin explained.

Steve took a deep breath and couldn't believe what was about to come out of his mouth but it did. “How would you like to stay at my place? My parents are never there and I could use a friend” Steve said.

Robin's eyes lit up and she nodded.

“So roomie if I may, why are you leaving home?” Steve asked to make conversation as soon as they were finally let into the mall and they were getting things together.

Their manager wouldn't be around much since he also managed like three other food places that supposedly had employees that needed a babysitter more than we did.

“Well I like girls and my parents think that I'm a disappointment and need to change. Well, I won't so I packed what I needed and left” Robin said with no worry at all.

“Hey, I'm sorry. I don't care who people sleep with honestly” Steve said and Robin gave him a big hug.

As the day went on Steve and Robin got to know each other better.

As the day wound down, Steve noticed Jonathan had shown up.

All Steve could think about was how the hell Jonathan knew where to find him.

He watched as Jon sat at a table. Be couldn't stop staring at his beautiful brown eyes. They were deep and lost in thought.

“Earth to Steve we have a customer and it's your age group,” Robin said laughing.

Steve shook himself out of the trance and looked through the window. It was Erica Sinclair.

Robin was never going to let him live it down that all the kids he has been helping with the whole upside-down mess have come to see him.

He went out and said “you've already had free samples Erica, no more”.

She looked at him. “I'm not here for the free samples. I'm here as a messenger for the red head my brother is infatuated with. She wants you to meet her outside by your car after work. She has some questions. Also, I want a double fudge Sundae extra everything, reds paying” she said placing a twenty dollar bill on the counter.

Steve groaned, got her change, and then went and made her the sundae as soon as she was gone he closed the stall window and collapsed into one of the chairs in the back.

Thankfully Robin read the situation and put the ice cream and everything away. She also counted the till which he was especially happy about.

Then she slid into the chair next to him and asked “what's wrong dingus”? Steve didn't much care for that nickname but he was too worn out to care.

He told her everything. He didn't mean to but he did. She listened. I mean really listened.

“Can I join? I am in the band so I know a lot about music. I could play some songs or I can just manage. Oh maybe do costumes. Please” she said with her doe eyes blinking.

He nodded. He was sure Eddie wouldn't mind. They finished up the cleaning and headed to the empty food court to gather Jonathan.

He was still sitting where Steve last saw him. Steve's chest tightened and Robin giggled.

“You like him,” she whispered. He ignored her and went over to Jonathan.

“Ready Jonathan” Steve asked. Jonathan nodded, my mom dropped me off so I will ride with you I guess” Jonathan said not mentioning Robin at all, like he already expected her. Steve nodded and they headed out.

When they got to the car they saw Max waiting for them. She had a very serious look on her face.

Steve asked Jonathan and Robin to stay back and he went to talk to Max.

Chapter 3: Reaching Out

“Do you know where Billy is?” Max asked as soon as Steve got to her.

Steve knew it was coming but played it coy remembering Eddie’s words.

“I thought you were glad he's out of your life” Steve answered knowing quite well she said it because he overheard her one day.

Max shuffled her feet. She knew what she said was wrong but he hurt her and Lucas. He never apologized. But what happened after shook her.

“I was wrong ok. I've been worried sick. My parents act like nothing's wrong.

They buy me all this shit I don't need and even offered to turn Billy's old room into a hang-out space for my friends and me with a tv to boot.

They have his stuff in garbage bags in the garage and act like he never existed. My brain is in meltdown mode with them.

Please Steve, if you know where he is tell me or at least let me know he's safe. I promise Neil or my mom will never find out” Max said crying into Steve's shirt.

Not knowing what to do Steve turned to Jonathan. He had been with The Misfits longer and would know if bringing Max would be ok.

Jonathan nodded and gave a thumbs-up. Steve turned back to Max. “I will bring you to where he is Max but you have to know he's different. He's in pain” Steve said and gently took the girls skateboard and placed it in with Robin's bike.

Max got into the backseat next to Robin while Jonathan took the passenger seat up front.

The drive to Eddie's was quiet and a mixture of anxiety, fear, and pain.

Steve thought about placing a hand on Jonathan's lap but decided against it. He really wanted to say something to Jonathan about how he was feeling but kept quiet afraid of how Jonathan or the others might react.

As they passed the swimming pool Max started to cry. “Hey what's wrong champ” Robin asked as she rubbed the crying girl's back.

“Billy was really looking forward to being a lifeguard this summer but they fired him after what happened. He loves the water and it would have been perfect for him” Max said, wiping away the tears.

No one knew what to say so Robin just kept rubbing her back as Steve drove on.

As they were approaching Wayne's mobile home Steve became unsure they should've brought the two unannounced guests but Jonathan's hand suddenly resting on his thigh relaxed him.

“It will be good for everyone,” Jonathan said softly, making Steve's body tremble in a good way.

He parked out of sight of the mobile home so he could let Eddie know what was going on before they sprung Max on Billy.

“Alright, you two girls stay here. Jonathan and I will let Eddie know about the extra guests and if it's the right time. We won't be very long, ok.

If you hear or see a demo dog just hide, don't try to run” and with that Steve and Jonathan exited the car and headed toward one of the mobile homes.

“So how does Steve know so many young kids,” Robin asked looking to spark conversation.

“He has sort of become our honorary big brother. He has been there for all of us when we needed him” Max said, smiling.

“Next question, what is a demo dog and why does it sound very dangerous,” Robin asked, her voice shaking a bit this time.

Max took a deep breath and started telling the whole story as far as she understood it.

Steve and Jonathan knocked on Eddie's door. Eddie answered in jeans and a Hell Fire t-shirt. “You came back I'm so glad Steve” Eddie said giving Steve a big hug.

Jonathan got this look of jealousy and for some reason, Steve felt pleasure in this.

“Hey Eddie there's two more back in the car. My friend Robin who had to leave her parents because they were harassing her due to her sexuality and umm Max” Steve said quietly.

“Wow, that was fast Steve. Did she actually ask to come?” Eddie asked suspiciously.

“She did Eddie. I think she's feeling really guilty about everything” Jonathan said, helping Steve out.

Eddie took a deep breath and said, “I will talk to the others and Billy. If he's ready we will definitely make this happen. Just wait in the car and ill come get you”.

And with that Eddie closed the door and Steve and Jonathan went back to the car.

Robin looked pale when they got there and Steve asked “are you ok Robin”?

She nodded and replied “yup just learned about all the psycho things around here”.

Steve looked at Max who just said “she asked”.

Inside Wayne’s

“She wanted to come and see him. I think we should support it” was what Chrissy, Wayne, Patrick and Jason all agreed on.

Eddie knew it was the right thing as well but he couldn't help but feel apprehensive.

Billy, who had been sitting quietly listening, finally spoke up. “I will see Max but I don't want to be alone,” Billy said, visibly shaking.

No one could understand what he was afraid of but all that mattered was that he was and they all promised to be with him the whole time.

Eddie leaned over the couch and kissed Billy on the forehead and headed out to Steve's car.

Steve and Jonathan were leaning against the car when he got there.

He motioned for Max and Robin to join the group as well.

“Billy gave the ok but we will all be in the room. Remember no loud voices, no yelling and most of all just be civil” Eddie said and as soon as he saw everyone agreed motioned for them to follow

When they got inside Billy was still on the couch and Eddie slid in next to him kissing him on the lips.

Billy smiled, kissed Eddie back, and once his attention wasn't on Eddie he looked over, waved, and said: “hello Max”.

Chapter 4: Reconciliation

Max looked at the man on the couch. He looked like Billy but didn't.

His grip on Eddie's arm was one of a scared child in a room full of strangers.

“Billy, that's Robin. She works with Steve at the ice cream shop at the mall. She's also looking for a safe place to be herself” Eddie explained softly to Billy who nodded.

That was another thing, flooring Max. Steve was a free target in his work outfit but Billy just said “you look good in that Steve” and that was that.

Eddie motioned for Max to sit on the couch across from them while the others joined the group already at the kitchen table.

“How have you been Max,” Billy asked, not relenting his grip on Eddie's arm.

She took a deep breath and said “I've been good how have you been”?

Billy stared off into space for a bit but finally said “with everyone's help I've gotten a lot better”.

Max smiled and said, “I'm glad Billy. I was sad to hear about the job at the swim center”.

Billy nodded but said, “me too but there's always next year”.

Max sat and stared at Billy for a bit. He really was a shell of who he was.

He looked healthy but you could tell he didn't lift weights every day like he used too.

He also let his hair grow out even longer. It was in a ponytail and it actually looked really good at him.

There were also college applications on the table with Billy's name on them. All local too.

“Wayne wants me to continue school,” Billy said as he watched all of Max's movements. He was studying her as much as she was him.

Not knowing exactly what to say, Max began Looking around and she noticed the instruments. “What do you play Billy?” she asked.

“I actually sing lead,” Billy said with a hint of his old self-shining in his eyes.

She didn't know Billy could sing. “Could you sing something for us?” Max asked excitedly.

Billy looked at Eddie who grinned and got his guitar. Eddie started playing a soft melody and Billy sang along to the music.

Max was blown away. She watched as his face lit up with pride with every note he sang. He loved it. She realized it was probably a passion he was afraid to follow under Neil’s house rules.

When he finished everyone clapped and he got another kiss from Eddie.

That was another thing he must have feared at home. Neil finding about his sexuality.

Max was starting to realize that her brother was living in a hellscape. It didn't give him the right for how he treated her and the others but it damn sure explained a lot.

Glancing down again at the applications she noticed some pictures underneath. Moving the papers she saw that they were of Billy and he looked like he was beaten badly.

That's when it hit her what happened the night he was kicked out. She was at Mike's house with the others when it happened and when she asked all she got was “he is no longer welcomed here”.

He was beaten. He was thrown out like a sack of garbage. If it wasn't for Eddie he would probably have died in this weather.

“Billy, that was wonderful. I can't wait to hear more” Max said wanting to go over and give him a big hug but didn't want to scare him.

She looked at Eddie who nodded and slowly went over and wrapped her arms around her brother. The brother she had feared and hated for so long.

“I'm so sorry Maxie, I didn't mean to hurt you or anyone like I did. It will never happen again” Billy whispered to her as he wrapped his arms around her.

Max burst into tears. He hadn't used that name for a long time. It was his nickname for her in a distant past when they actually were close.

She missed that time. She missed him trying to teach her to surf and then her trying to teach him how to skateboard.

“Maxie stay?” Billy asked no one and everyone. Max looked at him.

“You want me to stay?” she asked softly.

He nodded. Eddie looked at Neil who said, “I will talk to Sheriff Hopper and see what our options are. Tonight she can stay though”.

Steve caught sight of the time and groaned. He didn't want to leave but him and Robin had another early shift in the morning.

“Hey, guys sorry to run but we have an early shift tomorrow. Maybe tomorrow after our shift we can come back and start figuring out this band thing” Steve said standing up.

Robin sighed because she didn't want to leave either but knew they should.

“Sure you'll be ok, Max,” Steve asked before heading out. She nodded, not leaving Billy's side.

Jonathan suddenly got up and asked Steve if he could come and stay with them.

“My mom would be pissed if I came in this late anyways” was Jonathan's excuse.

“Sure thing,” Steve said and looked at Robin who gave him a huge grin making Steve more and more anxious about this arrangement.

Eddie got up to walk Steve Jonathan and Robin to their car.

He saw that Wayne was on the phone, probably with Hopper. Hopefully, while he was out the conversation wouldn't go south.

Chrissy gave Eddie the “we have this” look so he wouldn't pause what he was doing.

Eddie tended to put others above himself and Chrissy had appointed herself his honorary keeper to make sure he took care of himself.

The walk to Steve’s car was nice though the biting wind did make it a tad bit uncomfortable.

“I'm glad you're coming back,” Eddie said as they walked.

“Wouldn't miss it for the world,” Steve said, smiling. He really was enjoying his newfound friends.

“I can't wait to share my musical knowledge with everyone” exclaimed Robin.

“Maybe jackets should be a necessity or heating lamps on nights like this though Steve hopefully won't park in the middle of nowhere next time” Jonathan said making everyone chuckle.

When they finally got to Steve's car Eddie hugged each of them and said with a smile, “Welcome to The Misfits

#stranger things #billy hargrove #fanfic #max mayfield #steve harrington #ao3 fanfic #harringrove #ao3 tags #eddie munson #billy deserved better #lgbtpeople #fanfiction #stranger things fanfiction

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Movies I watched this week (Year 4, week 4)

The blue caftan, my first Moroccan drama by Maryam Touzani, and another one starring Lubna Azabal ('Incendies', 'Tel aviv on fire'), this generation's Hiam Abbass. A daring topic about a closeted bisexual tailor who hires a new apprentice while his wife slowly dies. It's extremely slow, and tbh took me a few starts to get into, but eventually it won me over with its beauty, especially the metaphor of the embroidered blue caftan itself which he eventually finishes. 8/10.

*Woman Director

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“Everyone has their reasons”

First watch: Jean Renoir's The Rules of the Game, a comedy of manners about the haute bourgeoisie in Europe on the eve of World War 2. Banned nearly everywhere for two decades.

As of now, I haven't seen four from the Sight & Sound Greatest 50 films of all time list, ('Beau travail', 'Sunrise', L'Atalante' and 'Wanda'), which I plan on visiting soon.

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2 with André Dussollier:

🍿 François Ozon's latest film, The Crime is Mine, was an unexpected 1930's-style screwball comedy. A light and fluffy murder bonbon with a lesbian subplot, a feminine message of sort, and Isabelle Huppert as a faded Norma Desmond diva who used to act in the silent movies of “the great Alice Guy”! 7/10.

🍿 Truffaut's worst film, A Gorgeous Girl Like Me, was a chore to finish. No wonder I never heard about it before. An unfunny, unsexy black comedy about a an immoral, horny grifter who was arrested for murder, and the hapless sociologist who fell for her. 1/10.

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"... Evidently, an Ethiopian in the fuel supply: Seems to me I'm getting the old heave-ho..."

My Little Chickadee, a strange western spoof, with two completely subversive cynics, who really had nothing to do with each other, and yet were thrown here together in a middle of an otherwise-unfunny mix. W C Fields, a boozing, resigned con-man, and Mae West, an eye-rolling, horny sex-pot. How incredible this story 'could' have been, if it was given air to breath, filled completely with one-liners, was not censured, and stripped of all the fake moralities!

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Now that Jon Stewart is returning to 'The daily show', I discovered that he wrote and directed Irresistible 3 years ago, which came and went without fanfare. It's a mild and old-fashioned political satire about a Democratic consultant, the likes of which were done many times before. But it contained a fantastic twist at the end that made the whole thing absolutely vibrant. Rose Byrne is gorgeous as usual, and Mackenzie Davis felt to fill the moral fulcrum of the movie, and the end showed why. Don't read anything about it beforehand, if you decide to watch it. I saw it twice in the same evening. 8/10.

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Beyond the Bolex is an interesting documentary about a fascinating man, Jacques Bolsey. It is deftly told by a young director who was not aware that the unheralded inventor of the Swiss Bolex camera was her own great-grandfather. The story of this nearly forgotten pioneer is reminiscent of other giants of the arts, forgotten and now re-discovered: Hilma af Klint, Georges Méliès, Alice Guy-Blaché, Vivian Maier, each of them earned a new comprehensive biography.

(Unfortunately in my view, this one was the blandest of the five, due to the narrator's irritating intonation.)

*Woman Director

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"Stay Gold". First watch: Coppola's seminal The outsiders, the first of two coming-of-age adaptations he made of SE Hinton novels in 1983. Teenage gang members in a mid 60's Oklahoma town, born on the wrong side of the tracks, with early performances by a bunch of the "Brat pack" members, including young, red-haired Diane Lane, and cameos by Tom Waits, Melanie Griffith, and Sofia Coppola as a child looking for 15 cents. Now I'm off to see 'Rumble fish'. (Photo Above).

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An Irish Goodbye, a benign trifle about two estranged brothers, one of whom has Down Syndrome, dealing with the death of their mother. Won the 2023 Oscar for live short.

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3 re-watches:

🍿 “Sometimes you do your best work when you got a gun to your head.”

After reading the New Yorker story about $300K/week script doctor Scott Frank, I had to go back to his breakthrough Hollywood satire Get shorty. And indeed, wow, what a brilliant screenplay, economy of dialogue, elegance and balance, and a perfect cast (each of the 10 top billings stars was born to play their roles here). And so appropriate of him to place the emotional 'Touch of Evil' viewing scene at exactly the 45 minute mark, where it serves as the heart of the story. 9/10.

🍿 “This is your Rubicon. Do not cross the Rubicon!”

My second watching of Alexander Payne's absolutely charming The Holdovers (and the adaptation of the 1935 French 'Merlusse', which I saw last month too). 10/10 again for superb soundtrack and writing-directing as well as general kind-hearted wholesomeness.

I haven't seen 'American Fiction' yet, but in my opinion Paul Giamatti and Da'Vine Joy Randolph deserve to win this year's Oscars for best actors. Also that this will quickly become an American Christmas classic.

🍿 Oh, how I didn't like the heavy-handed Paths of Glory on re-watch. Yes, it exhibited a brave anti-military sentiments for Cold War 1957, but the injustice inflicted by the generals on the privates was laughably outdated. In was nice to see young Joe Terkel, in the second of his three Kubrick roles. And at least, it was the only time that Kubrick raised his own private curtain, by directing his (then-new) wife, as she closed the movie with her tearful cabaret singing. 3/10.

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The Constant Gardener, my 3rd by Fernando Meirelles (after 'City of God' and 'The two Popes'). It's an adaptation of a John le Carré's thriller about corrupt British diplomats in Kenya, a corporate conspiracy by multinational drug companies, and a love story (which is the weakest part of the whole thing).

I had a mixed reaction to this, nothing serious, won't go into it. The only lasting memory of this for me will probably be the Kothbiro leitmotif. 6/10.

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Torremolinos 73, a Spanish sex comedy from 2003. A bald, plain-looking man and his loving wife start making explicit home movies in 1973 Spain, after his career in encyclopedia sales ends, and 'become big in Scandinavia'. The premise is somehow promising, but it quickly develops into a ridiculous story about how he becomes interested in legit movies making. He ends up directing one symbolic Bergman-inspired art fart, with none other than young Mads Mikkelsen. 2/10.

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2 short shorts:

🍿 Dollar Pizza - Food porn of the highest quality makes you hungry: Now I want a slice! No judgement! 9/10.

🍿 The sheep and the flower, a real time (2 minutes) animated movie that fits in 8 kilobytes. Decent graphics, animations, direction and camera work, and the matching music… all in 8kB.

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Throw-back to the "Art project”:

Pizza Adora.

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(My complete movie list is here)

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