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quaranmine · 1 year

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the here and now

After dying in Limited Life, Joel wakes up in his bed on Empires. Except he isn't alone when he does.

Words: 2312; Joel and Jimmy centric.

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Joel wakes up thrashing, sitting straight up in his bed. It feels like breaking the surface after nearly drowning, lungs burning and filled with a desperation to live. He gasps for air, and finding it available in acceptable quantities, breathes it in greedily.

It’s okay. He’s okay. He’s awake now. He’s awake now? Why is he awake? Where is he?

His skin feels hot and clammy to the touch. His head is fuzzy and heavy. His rest was not restful. He feels like he has a fever that has just broken, or is about to break. Some sweat runs down the side of his face, and it’s warm.

It takes him a moment to get his bearings, but Joel is actually well-accustomed to this feeling. He just isn’t red anymore, that’s all. Joel has been red enough times and for long enough periods of time to be intimately familiar with the feeling. And everybody wakes up like this, in the end. There is always an end, and even when you don’t remember it, there is always a bed to wake up in afterwards.

Being dragged from red and dead back into the world of the living is like being yanked out of a bloody haze and splayed onto the ground. He’s still shaking.

Joel blinks and takes in his surroundings. The room is mostly dim, but there’s a dusky slice of light coming in from partially ajar window shutters. He can see little bits of dust hanging in the air, almost like little sparkles in the golden sunbeam.

He isn’t in the Bad Boys base. He’s not on top of the burned out and flooded mansion, or in his submarine, or alone and exposed on the rocks of spawn. Instead, he’s in a room he recognizes well, surrounded by massive pillars of regally carved quartz. The room is filled with marble and stone with intricate carved detail. It’s massively oversized too–fit for a god, and nothing less.

So. He’s home.

So. That was the end for him, after all.

He exhales slowly, letting his breathing steady out. The extra minute of thinking has graced him with a little more clarity. The desperation and madness he felt upon waking up–the desperation and madness of before, of ticking clocks and red names–is trickling away, slipping through his fingers like sand from an hourglass. He doesn’t feel the blood rushing in his ears anymore. He just feels tired.

Something catches Joel’s attention suddenly, though. He’s not actually alone in this room. There, leaned up against one of the walls and sitting on a marble windowsill is the sheriff himself.

Jimmy is here.

Joel’s first thought is that Jimmy looks small. Well, that’s a given. He is small. He is a small little toy-sized man. Jimmy’s feet are so far off the floor that Joel wonders how he even managed to climb up onto the windowsill in the first place. After all, Stratos is sized for a god.

But the thing about Jimmy is this: his presence is always large. When Jimmy enters a room, he is noticeable. He has bravado, and a healthy dose of unearned swagger, and certainly too much ego, but he nonetheless cannot be ignored. He’ll trip over his own shoelaces and then claim to be the most agile person on the server thirty seconds later, and his easy confidence makes you think he might actually believe that.

Sometimes, though, Jimmy fills a room with better things. He is often loud when he is agitated or indignant, but he is especially so when he is excited. His happy shouts liven up the atmosphere and his laughter fills a room. Jimmy is a presence unto himself, and somehow a magnetizing one. He’s easy to tease and somehow impossible to hate, even at his worst. Joel can never tell him that, though, or he’d be even more insufferable than he already is.

But today Jimmy seems quiet and small.

It looks like he might even be asleep. His head is tilted to the side, resting against the wall. Like he was trying to stay awake but drifted off.

Joel swings his feet around and over the side of the bed, standing up quietly. He takes a step forward, but the room is large, empty, and full of polished stone, so his footsteps are louder than anticipated. Jimmy stirs at the noise, and suddenly sits straight upright. He always did react to the slightest of sounds, even when you thought he was otherwise oblivious.

Jimmy startles upon seeing him. “Joel!” he yelps. “You’re–you’re here.”

“Hello, Sheriff,” Joel says. “Were you actually watching me sleep? That’s so weird.”

“No! I wasn’t watching you sleep!” Jimmy cries indignantly. The energy in his voice peaks at Joel’s jab, and all is familiar for a moment, before Jimmy suddenly gets somber again and his voice swings low once more. “I was…I was watching your bed, actually. You weren’t in it before.”

“That’s not any less weird,” Joel decides, but what he can’t admit is that he gets it. Joel was gone. He was in another server, another plane of existence. He was a different Joel. He wasn’t God Joel of Stratos over there. And then he died for good and when he respawned he woke up on his home server, just like Jimmy did. And…Jimmy knew that would happen.

It’s weird, but it’s no less weird than the way the Bad Boys slept in beds pushed up next to each other out under the stars, or the way they woke up in the mornings accidentally snuggled together.

What comfort did Jimmy take in Joel’s empty bed? Comfort in seeing every minute that he lived longer? What disappointment greeted him when he woke up to see Joel was back so soon?

Jimmy looks concerned and gives Joel a once-over. “Why are you here?” he asks. His voice is earnest, urgently pressing him to answer.

“Why aren’t you in Tumble Town?” Joel asks instead.

“No, you don’t get it, you don’t get what I’m saying,” he pushes, and stands up on the windowsill from his sitting position so he can look Joel in the eyes from across the room. “I’m asking you why you’re here.”

“I get it, Jim,” Joel says softly. “I got it the first time.”

“But you didn’t answer my question,” Jimmy demands. “Why are you here?”

“Why are you here?” Joel says. “Before everyone else?”

“You know why I’m here first,” Jimmy says bitterly. “I’m always here first. It was inescapable. But it wasn’t for you, you were supposed to live longer!”

“It didn’t have to be inescapable,” Joel whispers. “You could have lived.”

“I never live.”

“You could have,” Joel insists, and he crosses the room in a few long steps to look at Jimmy more closely. “I was going to sacrifice myself for you, you know. I was going to give you my time so that you wouldn’t be the first to die. It didn’t have to be like this.”

“But it did,” Jimmy says. He drags his eyes away from Joel’s. “And it was like this. Because it is always like this.”

“I was going to sacrifice myself for you,” Joel repeats, nearly at a whisper. “And you went and died anyway.”

“I didn’t–I didn’t ask you to do that,” Jimmy says.

“It didn’t bother you with Scott or Bdubs. You took their time happily. Why couldn’t it be me?”

“They aren’t the Bad Boys,” Jimmy says. “They aren’t you or Grian.”

“It should have been me because we’re the Bad Boys,” Joel says sharply. “That’s what we do, we look out for each other. I was going to give you time. God, I wish I gave you time. I shouldn’t have waited.”

“It wouldn’t have mattered,” Jimmy says miserably. “You couldn’t have saved me.”

“Ugh!” Joel throws up his hands. “You’re so–you’re so blimmin’ annoying! You’re impossible! Why do you keep acting like you wanted to die? Why do you keep arguing with me?”

“I didn’t want to die!” Jimmy cries. “I never do! But wanting to live isn’t enough in those games. You didn’t need to die instead of me, Joel. There was never a chance of winning if I was there, but I thought that maybe since I had gone…”

“Well, a fat lot of good that did me,” Joel snaps, gestures dramatically, “because as you can see, I’m dead anyway!"

“You were too reckless,” Jimmy says. “You were supposed to live.”

“Reckless? Coming from you?”

Jimmy flinches a little, and clenches and unclenches a fist. “I tried,” he says, words clipped.

“That’s what makes it worse, Jim.” Joel laughs, but it’s strangled. It’s cutting, and it sounds a lot more like the way God Joel of Stratos used to harass the Sheriff of Tumble Town, and not like a friend.

“I don’t need your pity and I didn’t need your time,” Jimmy snaps.

“It wasn’t out of pity, Jimmy,” Joel says. He runs a hand through his hair. “Maybe someone actually cares about ya a little, you know. For once.”

Jimmy doesn’t speak.

Joel shakes his head. “And I know you would have taken my time. Don’t pretend like you wouldn’t have. I know what you felt ‘cause I felt it too before I died. That panic just takes over and…yeah. You would have accepted my bloody time!”

Jimmy looks down. “I thought you and Grian would have lasted longer once you stopped having to worry about me.”

What Joel doesn’t say is that he was never going to have lasted without Jimmy. It was his plan from the start–play recklessly, lose a lot of time, and then donate the rest to Jim, thereby breaking the cycle and making Joel die first. He never planned to live a long time. Live fast and die young, yeah?

And without Jimmy, well–well Joel hardly remembers most of it, in truth. He went a little mad, maybe. He remembers Grian withdrawing a bit. He remembers bloodshed and TNT minecarts and the high adrenaline of battle. He remembers the desperation of the final minutes on the clock, how it felt like he was clawing for scraps that might let him hang on a few moments longer. And he remembers thinking that maybe he could have delayed this fate for Jimmy, just a little longer, if he’d only died earlier.

But for the life of him he doesn’t remember a single thing about his thought processes from then. There’s only Jimmy’s death, and then a haze of actions he can’t quite rationalize. Probably because none of them mattered at all anymore. He should have been dead by then, anyway. He was never supposed to watch any of the Bad Boys die before him.

“Jimmy,” Joel says quietly. “How long did you plan to wait on me?”

“The whole time, I guess,” Jimmy says. “I was hoping it would be a while.”

“That could have been more than a week. You were gonna watch an empty bed for days?”

“The longer the better,” Jimmy mutters. He’s embarrassed now, cheeks flushed pink and eyes averted from Joel’s. “Is Grian–because Empires isn’t his home server, so I can’t just check–”

“Grian was still alive,” Joel confirms. “At least he was when I died.”

He told me not to leave him alone. But Joel had left Grian alone, in spirit at least, from the moment Jimmy died. And Grian had known it, because he had already been making arrangements for a new alliance afterwards.

Joel wanted to feel betrayed about that, but all he felt was emptiness right now. He's so tired. He's too tired to care about it anymore.

“Do you think he has a chance?”

“He had a lot of time,” Joel says. “I think he’ll be fine.”

“He could win it for the Bad Boys,” Jimmy says.

“Since we couldn’t, you mean?”

Jimmy chuckles a little and ducks his head. “Well, I think expecting me to win for the Bad Boys was a little much.”

“Ugh,” Joel says. “I didn’t even want you to win, I just wanted you to not be out first.”

“I’m sorry.”

Joel rolls his eyes. “You’re fine.”

“You didn’t really do much better did you?” Jimmy says. “Like, I seriously thought it would take longer for you to get here.”

“You’re so rude, Timmy,” Joel says. He pauses for a moment to think. The name of the game is inevitability. Jimmy could have received more time, but he still would have died. Joel just wouldn’t have been around to see it. “There’s really no point though, is there?” he says after a moment. “To doing better, I mean. Dying just means we get to leave and come home faster.”

“It never seems like that though,” Jimmy says. “When you’re actually in the game, I mean. It feels like winning is everything.”

“So here’s to not winning, then.”

Joel raises an invisible glass. Jimmy returns the gesture.

“Here’s to not winning.”

Joel turns toward the door, takes one step, and then pivots back around to Jimmy once more. “Actually, uh, do you want to go to the tavern with me, the one in Sanctuary? El Caldero de Colores? We could get a real drink and maybe some food that isn’t bread for once.”

“Hey, what was wrong with bread?” Jimmy says indignantly. “Joel, get back here. Tell me what’s wrong with bread!”

Joel’s already halfway out the door, but he calls back over his shoulder. “Are you coming, or do you need help getting off that windowsill? Unfortunately, Stratos doesn’t make step stools, but I’m sure I could find something that works.”

“I hate you,” Jimmy calls back.

“We’re not in our hater arc anymore Jim, can’t you read the sign I made for Tumble Town? Or do your schools not teach reading out there?”

“Yeah, whatever,” Jimmy grumbles. “We’re best buds.”

#smallishbeans #jimmy solidarity #limited life smp #lilsmp #trafficblr #empires smp #empires s2 #limited life #solidaritygaming #quara fanfic #traffic series #this came to me at like midnight last night and now i present it to you 24 hours later at midnight once again:#limited life spoilers

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onboardsorasora · 2 months

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omg deaged daniel has my heart:(( he’ll feel so much more comfortable I bet once he gets to talk to his mom:((((

he does!! ok this is literally spiralling lmao!

De-Aged Daniel | De-Aged Daniel Pt2 | Part 4

Max watched as Little Daniel watched him through his lashes as he made his calls. His sticky red ring pop was always close to his lips and Max could see how stained his tongue already was.

“Do you like ring pops?” Max asked kindly, Little Daniel makes eye contact for a moment before looking at Max’s shoulder again and nods. “I like them too, I love the green flavour.”

“‘Shell likes the green one.” Little Daniel offered softly.

“All the more red ones for you!” Max smiled when Little Daniel grinned.

“Ok so I ordered the pizza, would you like to play with the cats while I make another phonecall?”

“Your phone’s weird like the one’s in the movies.” Little Daniel mumbled. And Max figured that must be true, an iphone wasn’t exactly the current tech in 1994.

“It is, I’m still learning it too. May I lift you up Daniel?”

Little Daniel nodded softly and Max lifted him onto his hip. He walked the few steps into the living room and placed the boy gently on the couch. Jimmy was the first to be curious. Little Daniel looked at him dubiously before reaching his hand out slowly to pet the cat.

Max watched them out of the corner of his eyes while he scrolled through his contacts. Grace picked up after three rings, and Max hoped it wasn’t very late in Perth.

“Max, lovely to hear from you!” Grace’s voice was a balm, Max felt completely out of his depth.

“Hey Grace, unfortunately this isn’t a social call.”

“What’s happened?” Her voice was immediately tense and Max kicked himself, he could have handled that better.

“Nothing terrible. I’m gonna show you.” After hearing her noise of agreement he changed the call to a facetime. She looked at him with worried brown eyes, Max flipped the camera to show Little Daniel stiltedly petting Jimmy’s head. His ring pop clutched tightly in his other fist.

“Oh.” Her gasp was sharp. Max watched her eyes grow soft and yearning.

“Blake said he’s been stressed lately, it happened not twenty minutes ago.”

“So its temporary then.” She spoke to herself, eyes still staring at the little boy who was her miniature in every way. “He likes the show Lamb Chops, and The Wiggles. Don’t let him choose the pizza, he likes the pictures but he doesn’t like the peppers or olives. He’ll eat pepperoni or hawaiian.”

Max groaned because Little Daniel absolutely chose the pizza and there were all sorts of peppers and olives.

“Do you still have the epi pen?” She asked quietly.

“I do.”

“Good. You may need it.”

“Pistachios, hazelnuts, peanuts. I remember.” Max smiled.

Grace made that ‘oh honey’ face that Daniel sometimes did when he thought Max was going to be in over his head a little. “Some kinds of grass, milk, ice cream, air fresheners, may make him puke–”

“How did you let him move to Italy on his own??” Max laughed when Grace snorted. He had no idea Daniel had been allergic to so many things.

“He grew out of most of it. And he was very convincing.” She smiled, before biting her lip. “Can I talk to him?”

“Of course!” Max crossed the room quickly and flipped the camera back to the front facing one. “Daniel, I have someone who would like to speak with you, is this ok?”

Little Daniel looked up from where Jimmy was trying to climb onto his small lap and nodded softly. Max sat beside him and brought his phone to Daniel’s face.

“Mum!” Little Daniel screamed, scaring Jimmy a little. He scooted forward on the couch to get closer to the phone, Max brought to phone to him. “That's my Mummy!”

“Danny my baby, are you being good for Max?”

Little Daniel gasped, his mouth dropping open. He nodded quickly, his head bobbled like a toy. “Uh huh! Mum are you coming to get me?”

Grace sniffled and covered her mouth with a palm. “Soon my baby. It’ll take a little bit so be good for Max ok? He’ll take care of you until we get there.”

“Ok! I promise!” Little Daniel chirped, he nodded again like a bobble head.

“That’s my baby. I love you Danny Wanny.”

“I love you more Mummy Wummy!” Little Daniel grinned and looked up at Max when the screen when dark. Max bit his lip, not expecting the cute aggression that took hold of him.

“Do you want to watch The Wiggles?” Max asked instead, smiling with Little Daniel nodded happily.

#answered #anonymous #de aged daniel #maxiel

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magicalrocketships · 9 months

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uh oh! you said the secret phrase "baby max" and now my thoughts are consumed once again by your de-aged max au!!! how are he and daniel doing? 🥺 any tidbits to share?

You sent me this last night and I have been RE-CONSUMED by baby Max for a whole 24 hours now, this is fine and I am fine. Anyway, I realised I'd forgotten about Max's cats so this is Adventures in Cat Saving.

(Hopefully this link shows the stuff I've already posted in chronological order. But anyway, this bit follows directly on from this part.)

Max has been seven years old for a whole 24 hours before Daniel remembers that Max has cats.

This results in an adventure that requires Max — in his brand new Pikachu trainers and his Pokemon hoodie and shorts — to stand in the hallway outside his grown-up apartment while Daniel attempts to negotiate with a Go Small locksmith who's answered an extremely expensive call-out to come and break into Max's apartment. Max clutches his new flag book and Pikachu toy in one hand and holds Daniel's hand very tightly with the other.

Daniel does not say that if grown-up Max had in any way communicated his Go Small plans to Daniel, maybe — just maybe — Daniel could have something like a spare set of fucking keys or the code to Max's auto-locking door so he wouldn't have to complete nine thousand forms and submit a handful of different IDs to the locksmith just so he can break into Max's own flat to find his ridiculously expensive cats.

But anyway, after an extremely infuriating 45 minutes where an increasingly bored baby Max tugs on his hand and wants to go back to Daniel's as Daniel is forced to submit a paper trail as long as his arm, the locksmith finally sets to work and lets them inside.

Daniel hasn't ever been in Max's flat without Max before. Baby Max doesn't count; he doesn't remember living here and doesn't remember his cats. But the door is closed behind them and baby Max is pressed along the side of him, Pikachu tucked under his arm, flag book clutched in his other hand.

"Let's find your cats, Maxy-Max," Daniel says as cheerfully as he can manage. Max is uncertain and quiet, shy and not looking in the slightest like being in his own place is going to kickstart him back to being grown-up. "And also your keys, so we don't have to go through this again."

Max just looks up at him, silent and wide-eyed, and doesn't say anything.

"Grown-up you has two cats," Daniel explains, again. "They might be hiding. Are you good at hiding, Max?"

Max nods, but does not let go of Daniel's hand.

"Right," Daniel says, ignoring the pull of something sharp and painful in his chest at Max's silent shyness. "Cats. Let's find the cats." Max has one of those fancy food dispensers that gives out food at pre-set times, so neither of the cats are hungry, which is good for Daniel's general worry levels. Again, something that could have been avoided if Max had talked to him about any of this, but whatever. When Max comes back, Daniel is going to have fucking words. Maybe.

Neither of the cats want to come close to him, with one of them standing on top of one of the multiple freezers in Max's home gym, and the other giving him a sweeping look of disdain from the top of the wardrobe in Max's bedroom. But at least he can make baby Max laugh. This is probably because Daniel is attempting to undo the fastening on a two storey backpack cat carrier, stand on a chair, and capture a cat that has absolutely zero desire to be a) caught or b) petted.

"Come on, Jimmy or Sassy," Daniel says, coaxingly. "Come hang out with us in my flat for a bit."

Jimmy or Sassy looks at him with aloof, expensive indifference.

Daniel looks down. Max is sat on the floor, arm around Pikachu, with a cat in his lap. He's petting the cat gently, in between their ears, and is looking up at Daniel with such wonder and hopeless delight that Daniel can feel things moving around in his chest cavity just to let his heart expand.

"My cat?" Max asks.

"Your cat," Daniel agrees. Maybe Baby Max smells the same as grown-up Max. Max being a not-so secret cat person has never rated particularly highly on Daniel's Max-scale before this, but he's changed his mind. He gets down off his chair, crouches down to pet Jimmy or Sassy, and strokes his fingers through baby Max's hair.

Max beams up at him. Something shifts a little in the way Daniel's heart beats.

Maybe it won't ever change back.

Maybe he doesn't want it to.

Max tucks his hand into Daniel's.

It is an exercise in frustration, trying to get both cats into the carrier. After half an hour, when Daniel has been scratched more times than he would like, Max has been scratched three times and cried twice, he's about ready to give in, but both cats are in the backpack like a little travelling cat hotel, he's got a bag with cat litter and — luckily — two brand new, boxed litter trays, Max is clinging to his hand, and he's kicking a box down the hallway with a selection of cat toys, the food dispenser, and six packs of cat food in it.

"Jimmy or Sassy is doing a poo," Max tells him in delight, just as Daniel's trying to boot a box of cat paraphernalia into the lift.

"That's nice," Daniel says. It is not nice. He is not cleaning that up, he's leaving it for Max when he's grown-up again. If Max shows up tonight, after all this, Daniel is going to be mad. And sort of sad, if he's honest, about losing this quiet, tiny version of Max Verstappen, all decked-out in his Pokemon clothes with his stuffed Pikachu and his flag book and his serious little face.

Max makes a face which shows exactly what he thinks about cat poo. Daniel makes a face back, which makes Max laugh. It's something Daniel hasn't heard enough in the last 24 hours. This quiet, serious, stubborn kid. He's fucking adorable.

Later on, when Max has kneed Daniel in the kidneys and kicked him in the thigh trying to get comfortable in his lap, and Pikachu is getting in the way of everything, and Jimmy or Sassy is trying to get in on the action too, while the other Jimmy or Sassy is watching from the other side of Daniel's living room — honestly, Daniel is making grown-up Max put fucking names on their fucking collars — Max opens his flag book and asks Daniel which is his flag.

"I've got two," Daniel says, to Max's wide-eyed amazement. "And so do you, baby. Do you want to learn about them?"

"Yes please," Max says, and Daniel wraps his arm around Max's shoulder, and turns the pages to show him Belgium. Max curls closer, and lets him.

In the morning, Max is still seven, the cats are still causing chaos, and Daniel's been up twice in the middle of the night to change Max's sheets.

Max, Pikachu held tightly in one hand, the hem of Daniel's t-shirt clutched in his other, trails Daniel from room to room.

Daniel thinks: Shit. We're in it now.

He slips his hand into Max's, and holds on.

Thank you to Em @powerful-owl for helping me with sentences this morning and to Ashley for doing me a read-through just now.

Carries on in this part here!

#my fic #de-aged maxiel #baby max #fic that i wrote

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safetycar-restart · 5 months

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Getting feelings over Max releasing a little Lion named Jimmy as merch. It makes me think about how maybe its based off of little!Max’s favorite plushie. And how maybe little!Max wants to give you one too, and he’s all shy about giving you the present but also a little proud bc it was his idea? And look its here now?? Huhu. All your littles just give me all the feels 😭😭

Also the D/S au lestappen idea of having the same professional dom in Monaco tho. 👀👀👀 Like, how do they find about each other? Did they run into each other when one was leaving/arriving? Maybe after it at first they’re kinda awkward around each other? And then maybe if they’re at like a triple header and haven’t seen their dom in like 3 weeks, they kinda commiserate with each other over how much they miss them???

Aw okay yes I love both of these ideas so much!! I'm so happy you guys are enjoying all the littles content! And yeah I'm also loving this lestappen idea, so I'm gonna tag it with 'D/S AU - lestappen' so that we can group all the content about it because I would LOVE to discuss it more and develop it further. I'm gonna discuss each of these ideas a little bit and then I can always expand on them in future asks if you guys would like :))

LITTLE!MAX:

Jimmy the lion!!! Max is so so proud of him!! Of course max was absolutely terrified of releasing it as merch, and his management certainly looked at him like he'd gone insane when he first suggested it. But he wanted to do it so badly.

I almost think it's a way for max to accept his little space into his every day life? For so long he denied that aspect of himself, refused to acknowledge it until he couldnt stop a drop. He wouldn't prepare for it at all, never allowing himself to buy plushies or toys or cute jammies for his little self.

But now that he's grown to accept that side of him and actually allows himself to think about it and prepare for it and plan for it? He lets himself look over his schedule and allocate time just to regress and be cared for.

He's come so far and he just... he wants a way to represent his little self in his merch and in how people see him. The lion plushie is absolutely perfect for that and while his fans are a little confused when it gets announced, they absolutely LOVE it.

And oh my god of course he must give you one!! He's so nervous for that, so nervous to give you something like that because it's so so special to him. He waits until he's regressed, wrapping the present nicely in his adult headspace and leaving it with his toys for him to get when he regresses.

You're so shocked when little max crawls into your lap later and shyly hands you a gift, making you promise you won't laugh before you open it. And of course you love it!!! You give both your maxy and your new jimmy a forehead kiss, promising maxy that you'll take good care of your new plushie.

D/S AU - LESTAPPEN:

I love the idea that they run into each other outside of the building? So maybe you're a professional dom in Monaco known for being exclusive and private, so much so that you have your own studio that you use for scenes. This means that there's no way either of them could have been there for something different when they run into each other.

Max is exiting your studio, a small smile on his face and zero tension in his body because he's just finished his scene with you and he feels so good. What max loves about you is how you always give your subs as much aftercare as possible, allowing them to cuddle with you for hours until they're ready to leave.

On that day, max stayed even longer than usual so that when he left, Charles was already there waiting for his scene. Charles, conversely, was all stress and nervous energy. He needed this scene so bad, needed to be taken into subspace and made to feel whole again.

They're in shock when they run into each other, neither of them knowing what to say now that they knew. Even though both of them had official team doms to use an emergency, those doms couldnt raise a candle to you.

"You too?" max asks, surprised. Charles just nodded and headed inside, not being in the right headspace at all to think about the fact that max also scened with you.

Charles doesn't mention this to you when the scene starts, and he and max don't acknowledge it for weeks until it's the third race in a triple header and neither of them have been back to Monaco since before the triple header began.

Charles goes to max to complain about how much he misses you because he knows Max would understand. Anyone else he tells would just tell him to use the Ferrari team dom if he needs to be taken down, but no thats not what he needs. He needs you, and he knows max will understand.

Max does understand, and they end up talking about how good of a dom you are and how much they miss you. After that, they talk about it more and more.

I also think they'd start to talk about how much they both hate the idea of you domming other people? They know you're a professional dom and so of course you have other clients and neither of them have any right to be upset about that. But well... even though they're submissive they're both also possessive of you. They both want you with them all the time and their skin crawls when they think of how they're all alone missing you and you're busy domming other clients.

Interestingly, neither of them seem to mind that you dom the other though...

#little!driver/rider #little!max #mv #d/s au #D/S AU - Lestappen #poly!max/charles #sub!max #sub!charles #cl #gn!reader

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aalyssah · 10 months

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In The Way

Pairing: Jey Uso x Wife!Reader

Warnings: Fluff/Smut. Nothing serious.

Word Count: 1,151

Summary: When Jey comes back home after weeks of not seeing each other, y'all want to have some 'fun time', but your son ruins it after a nightmare.

A/N: I didn't know who the write this honestly, but luckily Jey was on my mind. Hope You Enjoy!

You finished up putting the last dish in the dishwasher before letting out a sigh.

You looked in the living room, seeing your son watching TV on the couch, his head dropping every couple of seconds. You walked over, picking up his toy cars off the floor. "Kai, it's time for bed."

Kai opens his eyes quickly, sitting up. "No mommy, I'm not tired." You chuckled, picking him up in your arms. "Yeah, yeah, let me tuck you in, okay?" Kai, too tired to fight, accepted, resting his head on your shoulder.

You walked to his bedroom and pulled his blanket back. "What book do you want me to read? We have The 3 Little Pigs, If You Give A Mouse A Cookie, and maybe even-" Your sentence was cut off by Kai's yelling. "Daddy!" You turned around to see Jey standing at the door with a smile on his face.

Kai got out of his bed and rushed to Jey's side. A smile formed on your face, seeing your son and his dad reunite after weeks of being away from each other. "Hey little man, how have you been? Causing Mommy trouble?"

Kai laughed at his teasing. "I'll tuck him in, baby. Go wash up." Without a complaint, you got up, making your way to the bathroom. You took a quick shower before laying on the bed, looking up at the ceiling. Jey stood at the doorway, watching you.

"Hard week?" You nodded your head. "Yeah, he kept asking about you. Asking when you were coming home and why can't we go see Roman and Solo." Jey put his bags down in the corner, before walking to you.

"I missed you." Jey said, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you in a kiss. "I missed you too." You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

It's not easy being at home with a 5 year old all by yourself for weeks and weeks on end. Especially since Jey started the storyline with him and Jimmy against Roman and Solo. It's the most interesting thing happening with WWE right now.

Jey gently pulled you down on the bed, his hands coming to the end of your shorts, and pulling them down your legs. Jey placed kisses on your neck, your hands coming to his short curly hair, tugging and scratching at his scalp.

Jey looked at you amused to see you had no panties. "Woah, no panties? You were planning this weren't you?" You gave him a flirtatious smile. "Maybe I did, maybe I didn't. Who knows if it would've been you to see what's underneath?"

Jey growled under his breath, using his finger to tease around your clit. He tsked, shaking his head. "Wet already, and I barely did anything." A blush came on to your cheeks as you turned away, hiding your face from his view.

"No, no, don't get all shy on me and hide your face." Jey forced you to look at him as he pushed a finger in, groaning as your cunt swallowed his finger. He leaned down on his stomach, licking at your folds, taking in your juices. "God, I missed this." Jey said, continuing to lap at your folds.

The sucking and slurping noises were dirty coming from his mouth. He was eating your pussy like a starved man. Your legs began to shake slightly as you felt your end coming near. "J-jey, I'm gonna cum." Jey only hummed, sending small vibrations through your body, making it harder for you.

"Jey, stop, I'm gonna cum!" This time he ignored you, his tongue flicking your clit while his finger pushed in and out of you. You had to forcibly pull him away from your cunt, smiling when you saw the pout form on his face, and his lips glistening from your juices and his spit.

"You're so pussy drunk." Jey shrugged his shoulders, pulling his sweatpants and boxers down. "Well, when it's your pussy, of course I am." Jey quickly crawled up to you, settling between your legs in a missionary position.

You reached your hand down to jerk at his throbbing cock, but he pulled back. "No it's okay, I need to be inside you right now." He guided his cock to your entrance, slowly rubbing his tip up and down your slit.

The moment he pushed in, you both moaned in sync, freezing for a moment. Jey looked down at you with so much adoration and lust in his eyes. "I love you." Your hands intertwined together. "I love you too, but please fuck me."Jey complied, thrusting gently in you, groaning at the grip you had on his cock.

It's been almost 2 weeks since you've seen him and almost 3 since y'all had sex. Jey hooked his hands under your thighs, pulling them over his shoulders. You bit down on your lip to cover the screams that threatened to fall from your mouth.

He had you practically folded in half, and was hitting deeper than before. "Fuck, feel's s'good Jey." You praised, nails clawing at his back. "Yeah, you like that?" You 'mhmed' attempting to meet his thrusts. With him pounding in you, hitting deeper than ever, and you trying to meet his thrusts, it was no surprise that you both were close.

"Shit, I'm gonna cum, Y/n. I'm gonna cum." Jey mumbled in your neck, increasing his pace. The loud wet clapping sounds could probably be heard by the next door neighbor, but you don't care. Just as it was getting good, a knock at the door stopped you both.

"Mommy, Daddy, can I come in?" You and Jey scrambled away from each other, you picking up the nightgown from the floor, and Jey grabbing his boxer. Kai knows better than to enter a room without knocking and good thing you taught him. "Come in!"

Kai opened the door with his Teddy Bear in hand. "Awe, baby, what's wrong?" Kai walked over to you with tears pooling his eyes. "I had a bad dream." You picked him up and put him on the bed. "You wanna sleep with Mommy and Daddy tonight?"

You could see Jey in the background, shaking his head ‘No.’ "Please?" You couldn't deny your baby. You pulled the blanket back, inviting him in. "Alright, but no hogging all the blanket!" Kai giggled, getting comfortable in the bed. "Comfy?" Kai nodded his head, snuggling in your chest. "Go to sleep, love. We'll be here when you wake up, I promise."

And within less than 5 minutes, Kai was sound asleep. "Cockblock." You heard Jey grumble. "Don't say that about our son!" Jey had a frown on his face. "It's true. He was in the way. I was about to cum." You gave him a death glare. "Shut up and go to sleep."

You and Jey fell asleep, cuddling Kai from both sides.

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lambsouvlaki · 5 months

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Happy holidays! Can we get some Jay Andy and Sophie Christmas fluff pleaswe? Maybe all of them doing a family date at a Christmas tree farm or decorating their tree? I love your dad fics on such a personal level hehe

Thanks!

Thanks for the fun request, anon! I really enjoyed this one, I hope you like it.

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Andy strolled back into the living room, sweeping up one of Sophie’s plush toys from the ground on her way to Jason, who was standing in front of the Christmas tree with his hands on his hips. He was in fluffy socks, cargo pants, and a hideous festive sweater. He assessed the magnificent tree like a worthy foe.

Andy was more interested in the plush. It was a gangly elf in a green jerkin and pixie boots, red hat, and a little yellow belt and collar. Sophie had clumsily scribbled a domino mask over the eyes in marker.

“What was it like working for Santa?” Andy asked seriously.

“Hm?”

She showed him the toy.

Jason cackled.

“For Christmas, little Jimmy, you get Justice,” he said in his best Dark Knight rumble.

“Holy milk and cookies, Batman!”

“Damian will hate that so much, remind me to take a photo later,” he said, then turned back to the tree.

She watched him detangle one of the tinsel ropes and rearrange it to his standards. He was taking this very seriously.

Christmas back when they were just dating was never this big an affair. That first year she placed his present on the kitchen bench beneath a single pine cone. He got her a better antivirus for her laptop. Neither thought anything of it.

But they weren’t just going out now. Not just two friends who fell in love, two dorks who hid their faces in each other’s shoulders on bad days, and giggled themselves to sleep over stupid jokes. He wasn’t just the guy who got her pregnant, either.

She watched Jason pout over the exact placement of a bauble.

That was her family now.

Weird.

She put elf robin down and slowly attached herself to his side. He put his arm around her shoulders, holding her in place, while still focusing on the tree.

It was a real beauty.

She couldn’t get the time off work to go down to the farm to pick it, so Jason and Sophie went alone. The two-year-old only kind of knew what was going on but was very excited to be going on an important mission with her current favourite person.

Andy pretended she wasn’t disappointed at missing out. She didn’t even know why she cared, the idea had never been very interesting before.

They brought back a massive douglas fir that made the most of the apartment’s high ceilings. She was gobsmacked at the size and laughed at the sight of Jason in a Santa hat hauling it out of the freight elevator. Sophie cheered and stamped her feet with excitement. Decorating it took half the day and Sophie drifted off to sleep on his shoulder halfway through.

Jason started undoing the tinsel again.

“What’s going on, babe?” Andy asked.

“Not enough gold on this side,” he replied. “And that line of red baubles is too uniform. And there’s not enough tinsel.”

She looked around. There was tinsel everywhere. They were going to be vacuuming up sparkly bits well into January.

“And the star’s too small,” he muttered.

“Jay.”

“Hm?”

“Why are you obsessing over Christmas decorations?”

He blinked. “I am not.”

“I’ve seen you defuse bombs with less focus.”

He huffed a breath. “It’s my first Christmas home with you two. I want it to be special. Sophie deserves–” He ducked his head. “She deserves a good dad.”

Andy leaned her head against his shoulder. “And a good mom.”

He scoffed. “Which she has.”

“I burned the gingerbread men. You’re making me look bad.”

He scoffed again, looking away now. He rubbed the back of his neck. “I guess I’m being silly, huh?” he said.

She frowned and wished she hadn’t joked. She hadn’t realised how important it was to him. She wrapped her arms around his waist.

“You know,” she said, haltingly, “I don’t really… have any good memories of family Christmases.”

He looked down at her, his brow lowered. “Oh.”

It was her turn to look away. “I’m enjoying making these ones with you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He wrapped his arms around her. She rested her face on his chest. He put his chin on top of her head.

“You’re doing great, Jay. I don’t think Soph’s ever been this excited before.”

He let out a gusty breath, and his shoulders relaxed. “Thanks, baby. I just… I want to do right by you. Both of you.”

“I know.”

He kissed her forehead.

“Where is the little nugget, anyway?” she asked.

He lifted a branch with his foot.

A toddler wrapped in tinsel squealed and retreated further beneath the tree.

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rhodesrider · 1 year

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Getting Along

Y/N x Bloodline & Nicole (OC) x Judgement Day

Warnings: Fluff here and there, affirmation names, affirmation praise, poly relationships, sights of stimming and regression

Words: I stopped count I’m sorry-

“I HAVE TO WHAT?!” Y/N yelled in the lounge giving evil eyes at Paul as he explained the issue going on tonight. “P-please miss it’s only for the time being, our tribal chief-“ “Yea I have a few words for my tribal chief.” She said in a mocking tone and grabbed her phone FaceTiming Roman immediately. Paul wipes the sweat off his head and the twins just sat there annoyed along with solo who rubbed his temples.

Roman answered knowing it was Y/N. “My decision is final princess. Just be on the playing field for now.” “But daddy I don’t wanna work with the has been goths…” she pouted and shed a tear seeing if that could work. “And Nicole is weird!” She added in. “Baby, we have an issue we need to solve. Be nice and play along, if not I’ll have a word with you about your manners again.” He said in a strict tone. She groaned and looked at the camera nodding. “Good girl. Play nice and let’s just just finish this little issue.” He gave her a small air kiss and hung up. As soon as she was outta Roman’s sight she screamed in anger. She walked back in the lounge room heated but knowing she was gonna have to just deal with it.

They were walking up to the stage, and Y/N was given instructions to stay in the back with Nicole. Nicole was being coddled by Rhea fixing her hair some as she was playing on her Nintendo switch. As Y/N watched, Nicole didn’t look up from her screen, she received a kiss from everyone in the group, but she hugged Dominik. “Your charger is in the bag munchkin!” Rhea called out and waited by the ramp entrance with the others. Y/N was on the other side trying to avoid talking to her. They both have the same roles, but Y/N sees her as a lap dog. Nicole doesn’t wrestle or isn’t in any events, unlike Y/N who won titles and opportunities. Y/N is more than what Nicole is, that’s why she knows they won’t get along. The bloodline walked up and Y/N kissed all three men and gave a mocking middle finger to Paul. “Baby.” Jey shot a look. “I’m sorry I’m sorry.” She smirked. As they went to the ring, Y/N directed her attention to the tv. Nicole was still on her switch, chewing on a Oreo teething necklace. “…Can you chew quieter please?” Y/N said a bit annoyed at the squeaks from the biting toy. Nicole looked up and nodded, she just stopped chewing all together and just played her game in silence.

Nicole looked up at Y/N, a bit shy but she doesn’t really have many friends but JD. And they really don’t count she’s their girlfriend. She was in Y/N’s shoes, in a poly relationship with four people that just want her. There’s times were it gets overwhelming but it has its perks a lot. “So…um…you do anything fun around here?” Nicole asked low, Y/N looked at her and just looked back at the screen. “Ok…um do you like video games?” Y/N said nothing. Nicole’s was about to give up hope until she heard a small yes. “…I have a switch lite…” Y/N really didn’t wanna talk to her but when it’s video gaming she’s a sucker for it. She plays online with Roman and the guys all the time. “…And a Ps5…” She smirked looking at her. “I just have my Switch, I like Nintendo games.” Y/N sighed going over and sitting by Nicole and keeping distance. But soon talking about Pokémon and Animal Crossing. Y/N learned a lot about Nicole, games and music, learning they have some social issues. “So when it gets too loud, you cover your ears with your headphones?” She nodded and put them over her head. “They muffle a lot of noise, Finny got em for me.” She blushed talking about on for her boyfriends. Y/N was hesitant but showed her anxiety ring. Telling her Jimmy got it for her to help her chill on her skin scratching.

After the promo and match, the guys came back tired. “Munchkin!” Rhea called. Nicole looked back telling them she’s on the way seeing them head to their lounge. “Since we might see each other more, here!” Nicole reached in her bag and gave Y/N a indi game she recommended. Y/N smiled and took the offer trading her a game as well. Her Pokémon game. “Since you skipped Arceus.” She smirked. Nicole smiled and hugged her which made JD gasp a little. Hearing a slight faint Dominik “She never hugs anyone else…” that was in shock. Y/N waved bye to her new friend and Nicole waved back getting hoisted by Damien and getting a piggy back ride giggling. The twins watched the whole scene and was so happy for Y/N making a new friend. “Hey so you made friends with the lap dog-“ Jey teased but soon felt a sharp punch to his arm. “She’s not a lap dog! Don’t call her that!” She growled and Jey apologized quick. “I’m just happy you getting more friends then just us.” Jimmy smirked hugging her. Y/N looked down at the Indi game “Cult of the Lamb” and smiled. “Yea…I’m happy too.”

Rhea and the crew were getting their stuff in the van to head to the hotel room. “Munchkin, I’m guessing you made a new friend?” Rhea didn’t hear anything but heard pokemon sounds coming from in the van. “I’m gonna take that as a yes mami.” Dominik smirked and got in the back too, watching her play. Rhea smiled warmly happy she was being more verbal now, but there’s still more work to be done. She’s just glad there’s progress.

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canarydarity · 1 year

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Tango hadn’t quite yet wrapped his mind around the fact that he was here. Having done it now three times before didn’t make starting over any easier, didn’t make the game any less terrifying. He tried not to let his eyes stray to the timer perpetually counting down in the corner of his vision, but it didn’t matter—each beat of his heart was a second, and his pulse was keeping time even if he was trying not to.

Tango thrust the shovel back into the ground, the dirt on their island moist and clumpy instead of crumbling and dry, and resolutely ignored the reminder that this game—like all the others—would likely end with him fertilizing this very ground. He wasn’t really expecting to win. Tango had no idea why it was that he was here.

“Oh, it’s Joel!” Etho called from the other end of their small patch of land, and the call sounded like a warning. At first, Tango was thinking about how you almost wouldn’t believe the two had been soulmates last time, but as he thought about it, he changed his mind; what is a soulmate but he who knows and understands you best of all? If Etho’s call was a warning, it was because he knew Joel demanded one.

He hadn’t looked up, but the waves made by Etho’s boat washed further up the shore toward the ground Tango was terraforming, and he shuffled a step or two to the side in distaste. He hated the water; it always made him feel…extinguished.

“I can’t believe you’ve replaced me with a cow, Etho!”

Tango snorted. No offense to Joel, but he could. It was probably more telling of Etho though than his spurned ex-soulmate.

Tango pulled his shovel out of the ground, tossing its contents off to the side. He primed to dig into the ground again.

“Hey guys, are you setting up here, by the way?”

He stopped. Tango knew that voice—he spent weeks obtaining fluency in its passive anxiety, in the undertones of worry about doing something wrong.

He had no trouble finding Jimmy; Tango simply looked up and he was there, one hand in his pocket, the other scratching the back of his neck like he did when he was feeling unsure. His face was scrunched in a kind of wince and his eyes shifty, but this too was not unusual for him. The familiarity hit Tango like a truck—no, that wasn’t enough. What hit harder than a truck?

He hadn’t seen Jimmy since…

Since when? Since they’d watched Scar get eaten by zombies? Since they got separated in the commotion of having succeeded in leveling the playing field of green names and changing targets? Since whatever last brush of shoulders or arms or hands occurred before he fell to his knees, alone, on the doorstep of the boat Joel and Etho argued over now only a few feet away?

“Cause…we’re the bad boys and we were gonna set up here.” Jimmy finished awkwardly, trying to sound firm and falling flat; the phrase came off like it was said by a kid who was threatening you with a toy sword but acting like he could use it to deal you some good damage.

Tango raised an eyebrow; it took him only a second later to realize that he was smiling (he wondered when that had started). Bad boys, huh? One guess as to where that name came from—but Tango couldn’t let his gaze stray from Jimmy to lay eyes on Joel; he heard him and Etho bickering in the background, but it breached not a thought in Tango’s mind.

He wanted to laugh, or—no, he wanted to play scared; he wanted to double over and fake being in pain like anyone should do when pretend stabbed by a kid playing with things he couldn’t understand.

But Joel was still yelling and Etho was still taunting, and the division between this little island and the hill across the water was clear. Tango dropped his shovel and wiped his hands off on his pants so he didn’t do anything stupider.

Skizz and Impulse giggled and laughed about Jimmy’s claims, but Jimmy seemed none the wiser; stopping to place a furnace and quickly cook some steak; glancing over his shoulder, glancing at those on the island, glancing at Joel. These games always made him jumpy, Tango knew that.

Tango hadn’t looked away, which was how he knew Jimmy’s gaze didn’t land on him once.

It was Etho that caught his attention at last. “No! Don’t you dare…”

Tango scrambled up the slant he was working on to see Etho on the other side rowing away, cow in tow, and Joel smirking on the edge of the sand, arrow notched. There was not a second more of observation before he let it fly and it made its mark.

Tango whined at the loss; of course, Joel had no way of knowing just how hard a time they’d been having with their bovine friends, but even if he had, he’d likely just have laughed.

“YES!” he heard Joel scream, jumping around in the sand; a sore-winner he definitely was.

Tango was already skidding down the side of their island and into the water when Joel shouted again, “Jimmy, run!”

He heard his soulmates cry of “wait wait wait!” but wasted no glance backward as he climbed up onto the mainland, shaking water out of his hair as he did; steam evaporated off of him as droplets flew.

“Hey!” Tango shouted after Joel, though he clearly only had eyes for antagonizing Etho. “that took us 30 minutes to find!”

Tango was knocked over from behind before he got the chance to see if he’d managed to get through to Joel at all (this was probably for the best, as he definitely hadn’t). He felt the fine gravel of the sand dig into his palms where he caught himself, but he barely registered the tick of damage from the shove and subsequent collapse; not like he felt it from the realization of who it had come from.

Eyes wide and blinking like he couldn’t believe what it was he’d done either, there was Jimmy, only a few feet away. His chest heaved from the running, but he was otherwise still, half turned towards where Tango kneeled on the ground, half turned towards where Joel was running off into the woods.

Neither of them looked away. Tango felt his health regenerate, but he didn’t think he believed it. Sure, he was at full hearts, but then why did he feel like the sand beneath him was shifting and making space for his burial; had Grian coded in some sort of quicksand?

Tango used their hesitation to process the fact that this hit hadn’t harmed them both; he knew logically that it shouldn’t have, but the experience was something else entirely; the feeling somewhat akin to grief.

“C'mon, Jimmy,” fell out of the trees to which Jimmy’s back was turned, and Tango watched him tense as the sound reached them both. Also behind him and to their right was Etho climbing out of his boat, feet touching down on the shore, path ahead pre-determined.

Jimmy broke their eye contact only to close his eyes, and when he opened them again he swallowed and said “sorry, rancher,” feet beginning to backpedal. It was quiet enough that Tango could believe it just for him, and that implication of not wanting anyone else to hear shoveled the last of the dirt on Tango’s corpse, surely, it had to. Jimmy didn’t turn away—not until he stumbled and absolutely had to, not being able to risk the danger of walking backwards anymore.

Tango rubbed his hands on his pants, feeling the sand and stray pebbles peel themselves from the indents they’d created in his palms upon impact, scrambling to his feet to follow. He bent only to scoop up a rock on his way.

Even just inside the first row of trees, the forest was a different place entirely. The beach fell away, but the scene change didn’t do anything to turn the tide of their circumstances. Tango stopped just behind Etho, caught up just in time to hear:

“Everything precious you have in this series, Joel, it’ll be taken from you, you understand?”

Joel didn’t look concerned. He was still smirking, still playing up the part of the bitter ex (and seemingly getting too much enjoyment out of it, for Tango's liking). It was just like Joel to enjoy the breakup more than the relationship.

Jimmy was further away, half behind Joel and resolutely avoiding looking in Tango’s direction; he was always hiding behind things he was taller than. Tango remembered when Jimmy’s go-to source of cover used to be him.

Joel just rolled his eyes, a scoff his only response. He placed both hands on Jimmy and pushed, jumpstarting him into moving. Tango somehow managed to resist the urge to narrow his eyes further. He dropped the rock he was holding—he felt stupid for grabbing it now; it wasn’t like he was going to throw it; it wasn’t like he was capable.

Bad boys they’d said; the Jimmy that Tango remembered had been kind. Maybe he had to rework his definition of a soulmate; he didn’t think he wanted to.

Etho turned too, having done what he’d intended. Tango felt more so than saw Etho pat him on the shoulder as he passed. He didn’t need to look at his timer to know that not even 3 minutes had passed.

“Yeah, I’m with you, Etho,” he said—but he was still staring off into the trees. He watched until Joel and Jimmy had woven too far into them to be visible anymore, but Jimmy didn’t turn back once.

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theemporium · 8 months

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based on a request sent in from @afterg1ows! thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

“You’re cheating.”

“Schatz—”

“Stop cheating!”

“I’m not cheating!”

“That’s it, we are switching controllers.”

Max gave you a pointed look, though despite the annoyance he was trying to portray, his amusement was slipping through as he tried to bite back his grin. “For the third time?”

Your eyes narrowed on the tv screen before shifting to the boy. “You’re purposely sabotaging me.”

Max let out a snort. “Just admit you’re shit at the game, Trouble.”

“I am not!” You insisted as you turned to face him again. “You’re fucking with me!”

“I am not doing anything,” Max stated simply.

“I don’t believe you, give me your controller,” you grumbled as you crawled over to his side of the couch.

When you had suggested a lazy day, Max was all up for it. There weren’t many days where he had the luxury of just sitting in the house and doing absolutely nothing. Usually he was in and out of meetings, or running errands, or training in some way.

But it was the middle of winter break, it was three weeks until Christmas and there was nothing Max had to do today other than enjoy a day in with his girlfriend.

And it had started off well with cooking a slight cheat meal together for breakfast and taking a small walk to the pet store nearby to buy Jimmy and Sassy a few toys. But then you came back and insisted you wanted to be lazy for the day, and you casually suggested playing on his gaming console.

Little did Max realise that you would have a competitive streak that rivalled his own, but the skill set of a toddler when it came to a majority of the games.

Especially Mario Kart.

Now, after god knows how many rounds of him thrashing you, you were starting to get angsty and bitter. And Max couldn’t help but find it hilarious.

The second you were close enough, Max wound his arm around your waist and hauled you onto his lap so you were sitting between his legs. Your back was pressed against his chest, and his arms were locking you in place as he leaned down to perch his chin on your shoulder.

“Stop being stubborn, Trouble, and let me just teach you,” he murmured into your ear, his own controller tossed to the side as he placed his hands over yours.

“It’s not about teaching, it’s about you cheating,” you muttered.

Max snorted. “Whatever you say, baby, but the puppy dog eyes aren’t gonna do shit to distract me on the next round. So, you gonna let me teach you or not?”

There was a pause. “Fine.”

“That’s my girl,” he murmured as leaned down to press a kiss to the corner of your lips. “You’re gonna be beating my ass in no time.”

You grinned. “Hell fucking yeah I am, Verstappen.”

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arthropod-concoctions · 1 year

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“Pix? What are you digging around in MY empire for?” Jimmy asked, hand hovering over his sword.

“Oh, hey Jimmy! Look, I can explain. My peers told me there was evidence of there being remains of an ancient civilisation, just below-”

“Jimmy?” Statue-Joel hadn't managed to successfully exit the hole in the ground, but he peeked over the edge the second he heard Jimmy's voice. Jimmy looked over, and caught his eye.

There was dead silence for a few seconds as the two stared at each other. Oh great, Pixl thought. Arguing with Joel is not going to make him less mad at me-

Then Jimmy burst out laughing.

“What- what's happened here? Why are you so small? Pix, did you do this?” Smiling, Jimmy walked towards the hole Joel was still stuck in, and broke some surrounding sandstone to help Joel get out. Sure enough, standing on level height, Jimmy was a good several inches taller than the statue.

“Who's a small toy now, huh? HUH?”

Strangely enough, Joel didn't seem at all inclined to mock Jimmy back; he just looked at him, as if he was seeing a ghost. “Where did you run off to, Jimmy?”

“Huh? I was just stopping by the Eversea to get some more gunpowder. Why do you care about that?” Jimmy asked, then shrugged. “Whatever. I don't care. The point is, little man, that...” Jimmy continued his tirade against statue-Joel, who still seemed too stunned to retort. This would be the perfect time for Pixl to bail out of this situation, he realised. He turned around, preparing to leave...

Only to walk directly into the real Joel.

“Did someone mention a little toy man? Are you talking about yourself again, Jimmy?” real-Joel asked, with a mean grin. Jimmy spun around immediately, then looked between real-Joel and statue-Joel.

“No... I thought- Pix, what did you do? Why are there two of them!?”

“Oh, did you make a statue of me? That's nice.” Real-Joel crouched down and tapped against statue-Joel's cheek. Strangely enough, the latter didn't react at all- he just turned to Jimmy. “Two of what?”

“Two of- of you, Joel. You're here, but so is the dumb giant-” Jimmy hesitated for a moment, disgust visible on his face- “the god over there.”

An expression flashed across statue-Joel's face for a moment. “God? What are you talking about? Don't be ridiculous, Jimmy. Gods aren't real.”

“EXCUSE ME?” Joel's voice boomed, accompanied by the sound of thunder in the distance. “That is VERY offensive, I'll have you know! You'll pay for that!”

Statue-Joel still didn't react. This just made real-Joel even angrier; he pulled back his foot and prepared to kick the statue. “No, wait!” Pixl shouted, but it was too late; Joel's foot hit the statue square in the stomach-

And bounced backwards, not moving him even an inch. Real-Joel yelped in pain and grabbed his foot; Jimmy bent over laughing, and statue-Joel just looked at Pixl in confusion.

“Forget this! I'm going to Stratos, where real gods live! Goodbye, toys!” Joel took off flying, leaving the three of them in various states of confusion.

“Oh my gosh. That was amazing. 'gods arent real'- I've gotta use that one sometime,” Jimmy said, wiping tears of laughter from the corner of his eye. “You're much better than the other Joel.”

“...What just happened? Are you two okay?”

“We're fine! I should be asking you, you're the one who just got kicked...” Jimmy trailed off. “Wait... could you actually not see him?” Statue-Joel just minimally shook his head in response. He seemed overwhelmed.

Jimmy stammered for a few seconds, then shook his head and said: “You know what? Don't even worry about it. I've decided, that guy is fake, you're the real Joel in my eyes.” He walked over to the statue and hit him on the shoulder affectionately-

and Joel suddenly wrapped his arms around him in a hug. He pushed his head into Jimmy's shoulder, and- started to cry? Jimmy hesitated, but after a second hugged him back, and patted Joel reassuringly on the back as his shoulders began to shake.

“Well... i'll leave you two to it. Goodbye!” Pix said, gathered up his supplies, and flew off. Well this was quite the afternoon... He'd have to go back and talk to the new Joel later. For now, he was just happy to get out of this mess unharmed.

(ch 1 | ch 2 | ch 4)

#arthropod writes #empires fic #smallishbeans #solidaritygaming #empires s1 joel #empires s2 jimmy #pixlriffs #empires smp #and thats part 3!#i wrote this before the crossover when joel and jimmy were still enemies i just didn't post it yet #unsure if i'll continue after this #mirror mesa

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shiningstarlight101 · 10 months

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Some fun times the origin randomiser has done poetic or funny things (so far)

-gem dying in the nether and becoming a blaze

-sausage who had a nether type origin becoming a phoenix (gotta keep that fire theme)

-sparrow going into a machine and becoming one

-jimmy getting a tiny lil guy for an origin (for people who havent watched empires s2, it was a common joke that jimmy was a toy and really small)

-scar thinking he was a human for his first origin when he wasn't, dying and then actually becoming one

-pearl mentioning multiple times about missing being a copper golum and just becoming one again

#mcyt #mcytblr #new life #new life smp #nlsmp #nlsmp jimmy #nlsmp sparrow #nlsmp gem #nlsmp sausage #nlsmp scar #nlsmp pearl

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3000-200-grains-of-salt · 4 months

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strangler fig (beat the pulse into your shoes)

{ hurt/comfort, fluff, sensory overloads, apologies, forgiveness, hugs, crying } { jimmy | solidarity & joel | smallishbeans }

[read on ao3!] [read the previous part (recommended)]

After being a toy for so long, everything is too much for Jimmy. Even living in his own body. Joel helps. tw// Graphic descriptions of Panic attacks, Sensory overloads, and Choking sensations/Inability to breathe

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"...Jimmy?" Jim's vision swam as his head rose from darkness, trying to comprehend where, who, and what he was. And, more importantly, why his head was caving in on itself.

"....immy? ...ot breathing, you're...!" Someone's words faded in and out. "...okay?"

What happened? Who...?

Reality hit him like a firework.

"..im? I don... oh shi...!" Jim could piece together the alarm in a voice as tears dripped from his eyes.

Everything hurt. Every tendon and muscle and bone so painfully obvious beneath skin held that hollow ache of growing pains in legs that many a ten year old was familiar with—except Jimmy wasn't blissfully ten anymore and the hands brushing his knuckles didn't belong to his mother and his whole body shook as... he... cried.

He was.... he was crying.

Jim blinked, fog in his eyes clearing just a little as this small, innocent fact seeped in.

He was—shockingly; obviously—crying. Hot tears carved their path across his freckles and over his lips, shed from eyes so wonderfully real. Real like their sockets, like the fibers of hair brushing his cheeks, real like the not like the plastic and wood, wool in his ears, a string around his throat wrapping tighter and tighter until he choked, and he couldn't breathe, he couldn't—

"Breathe! Jimmy, breathe! Breathe, please, I don't know how to— I— you're gonna be okay, it's okay, just— just breathe."

Now painfully aware to Jimmy was that awful choking feeling, wrapped tight around his throat and nestled within his screaming lungs, as he did not, in fact, breathe. Right. Breathing. ...He knew how to do that.

With a conscious effort, Jim sucked in a rattling breath.

Sweet air flooded his lungs, fresh and cold and rushing on its merry way through his blood. He had lungs. Void, he had lungs, and what a miracle that was. The air tasted of honey and ambrosia, intoxicating like wine, and Jim took another greedy, wonderous breath.

As Jimmy's lungs filtered through the air and his heart steadily did its job, the broken records, the cotton and stuffing slinked from his mind like a withdrawing fog.

And once his head was clear, Jim recognized his friend.

His friend, the god, (the one who cursed you) Joel. Just— just Joel for now.

Joel smiled, worry so apparent in his eyes swept away by relief. “Hey, Jimmy."

Jim smiled too, tentative between breaths, letting one quiet moment sink into his brain.

One quiet moment was all it took for Jim's world to collapse.

Suddenly, everything was too much. Every object in the room, every vibration in the air, every sound and smell and taste and texture flooded Jim's senses at once.

Silky soft sheets grated at his skin like sandpaper. Light streamed through the window and attacked him with knives to his eye sockets. Joel's frantic whispers rang like cracks of thunder popping his eardrums.

He had hands. He had fingers. He had dirt wiggled underneath his fingernails and crust in his eyes and hard calluses rough on his palms. Jimmy had arms and legs tangling together and weighing him down, he had and a neck and a torso and ribs, he had skin, ugly, gross, sticky, disgusting skin and all the parts a human should have and it was too much.

There were lungs in his chest and a stomach churning in his torso and a heart beating wildly against his ribs and every organ seemed very obvious in their displeasure. His vision spun, his stomach lurched, and his head rolled like the tossing ship he was an unfortunate passenger aboard. Human faculties worked together in perfect disarray, leading the cacophonous symphony within Jim's head.

A pulse Jimmy forgot he had pounded its rhythm in his wrists, his ankles, his neck; a waterfall agonizing him from where it was trapped inside his skin. He could feel the blood rushing in his veins, almost feeling it pour out his wrists, could feel how vulnerable the arteries were, like they were going to rip open if he touched them and spill their ichor out of his body. Cold air betrayed Jim's briefly-earned respite, he could feel it parching his throat, could feel flesh he didn’t know he had stick together dryly in his neck and set on fire.

There were muscles in his face, maddeningly obvious in a way they'd never been before, twitching and spasming like fat worms trapped beneath his skin. And he could feel them all, could feel their involuntary movements driving nails into his scalp, could practically pick out the individual bonds of fat and sinew if all he wanted wasn't to rip them out.

He wanted to scream— no, he was already screaming, and it was loud and terrible and he couldn't stop. Jimmy clamped his hands over his ears, eyes shut tightly, elbows brushing together in front of him and sending shivering fire up through his nerves. He could feel his eyelids wrinkling and folding over themselves. He could feel pulsing behind his eyes. Tears felt like lava. Light still leaked through his eyelids. His throat was infested with cacti.

There was sand in his boots and cloth on his skin, cold sweat under his arms and overwhelming weight to the skull so suddenly filled with bricks. The seams in his shirt made Jimmy want to claw his skin off; he wished only to tug off the eyelashes glued together and rip out the hair follicles from where they were embedded in his scalp. one million tiny sensations, a million miniscule jabs in his brain turned Jimmy's world into hell.

There were tears on his face and eyes in his head and pain is his muscles and he wanted it to stop.

He wanted it all to stop.

Jim didn't realize he'd yelled the last word until the comparative silence shocked his ears. His throat waved its white flag, leaving him with only shaky sobs.

"...Jimmy?" Joel whispered.

"Are you okay?" Joel's words sounded equal parts concerned, and... and hurt. Had Jim yelled at him? With a monumental effort, he cracked an eye open to glimpse Joel's eyebrows screwed up in worry, barely silhouetted in front of a window spilling fiery light into Jim's eyes.

He flinched (feeling every muscle twitch), eyes squeezed shut again (feeling that repulsive way they wrinkled). It was no use. The blinding light had already seared itself into Jim's retinas.

“…Oh." Jim could feel the bed's shift like an earthquake, its squeaky complaint assaulting his ears as Joel got off. A few moments later, there was a muffled, terrible noise of plasticky blinds lowering and closing, screeching like nails on a chalkboard.

The light pressed against Jim's eyes dimmed. It was dark enough to bear, at least.

“Is that better?" Joel's voice was even quieter than before.

Jim didn't think his vocal chords would even work. They seemed like shredded fabric in his neck, painful and useless. And still, he couldn't stifle the feeling of choking on cotton and forced lines, that thin wire cutting into his flesh, squeezing the air from his lungs and the life from his body he couldn't breathe—

Jim’s own gasping sobs pulled him back into reality, eyes thrown open and catching blurred, dim shapes from behind his folded arms. He forced air through his lungs once more, a stinging reminder that he was real, that he could breathe; even if it hurt and even if he choked on the stimuli, it was worth it. He was alive and that was worth the pain.

It was better than the pull string. Better than being a toy. Being human was worth the steady stream of panic running in his mind like a radio he couldn't turn off.

With Jim's throat being as raspy as it was, he settled for the world's tiniest, most subtle nod ever. He wasn't sure Joel even caught it until he heard his sigh of relief.

The room fell blissfully silent.

Well, almost silent. Jim could still hear redstone wires buzzing faintly in the walls, water rushing in pipes, wind whistling outside, bed creaking, floor squeaking, his heart in his chest the lungs behind his ribs air in his mouth phantom cotton between his teeth pull string around his neck lines and scripts shoved down his throat pull string wrapping tighter can't breathe he can’t—

“Is it the... um... the whole.. The whole 'having a body' thing?" Joel's voice was terrifyingly tentative. His pitiful joke couldn't hide the waver in his voice and the guilt dripping off his words.

Jim could only hesitate, and give another miniscule nod.

The silence grew between them, until Joel knelt down in front of the bed.

“Jim, you're— you're gonna be fine, okay? I just need you to focus on my voice." He spoke slowly and smoothly; with the calm of someone who'd done this before, and the waver of a man betraying he was terrified.

“Can you do that for me?" His words paused briefly to allow another tiny nod from Jim.

“Okay, okay. Y— you might be having a sensory overload, from suddenly being exposed to so much stimuli, after... um... not having that for a while.” The regret and bitterness in Joel's trailing voice hurt Jim more than his head did.

“Jimmy, you're gonna be fine, you're gonna be just fine. Just keep on breathing. In… out.”

For hours and hours it seemed, Jim just let oxygen travel into his lungs, Joel guiding his unsteady mind one breath at a time.

“Okay. Okay. Jimmy, is— would it okay if I just press my hand against yours, to help ground you?"

Instead of answering, JImmy carefully moved one finger against his head, joints catching and creaking like they were coated in rust. He— He could do this. One finger at a time, one muscle at a time.

Stiffly, slowly, Jimmy drew his hand away from his ear. He winced at the sudden rush of background noise as he painfully held his palm out. Unfamiliar tendons and muscles stretched and squirmed and made his fingers tremble, but wasn't long before Joel's hand met his, palms a steady pressure pressed against his own.

“Just focus on my hand, okay? Nothing else, just my hand."

Jimmy centered his attention to Joel's hand, memorized every detail— Patched calluses with their stories of work weaved just beneath the surface; threaded lines traced in spiral galaxies across Joel’s fingers; every crease and fold where his joints lay beneath skin; a pulse beating a steady rythm through layers of bone and tissue.

Jim basked in the warmth seeping through his cold skin, a gentle proof that he was alive. (Jim took another deep, sweet breath, just to spite fate.) The rest of the world blissfully faded away, leaving Jim with nothing but his anchor.

He wound his unsteady fingers through Joel's, fitting them through the spaces and resting on his knuckles.

Jimmy raised his head just a little, enough to see a smile light up his face.

"Hi," Joel whispered.

Jim wearily smiled back from behind his arms, giving Joel’s hand a tiny tap to say ‘hi’ back.

And through his exhaustion, Jim thought this moment was perfect.

He almost didn’t notice the guilt steadily creeping into Joel’s face, flooding his eyes with darkness.

"I caused this. I did this,” he could practically hear Joel think.

"Jimmy, I..." He sniffed.

"I am so, so sorry, Jimmy," he managed. “I— Void, what am I saying… Jimmy, I— I didn’t know—“ His voice broke. Jim let him gather himself for a moment, taking note of his wet eyes when he looked back up.

“The point is, I’ve been really fuckin’ stupid. You didn’t get a chance to hear it, but I’m so sorry, Jimmy. I’ve never— I’ve never been more sincere about anything; Jimmy, I am so, so sorry. I would have never, ever— I didn’t— I, I can’t stop thinking about what I could’ve done, what I should’ve done.”

Joel was fully crying now, tears slipping out past his defenses and causing little more than a stutter to his voice.

“I want— I wanna make it up to you, Jimmy, I really do, and— and I know that I can’t. I know I— that I could never make amends, but— I— I just— please. Y—You probably hate me, but all I’m asking for is— is a chance. I’m so, so sorry, Jimmy.”

“I just… hate myself for everything I caused. I hate myse—“

“Don’t,” Jim rasped. Joel’s face almost snapped out of his grief, although at the words or Jim's terrible, scratchy throat sounds was still up for debate. He took a shaky breath.

“Please, Joel, don’t— don't say you hate yourself. Please."

“You— you don't understand, Jimmy, I…” Joel pulled his hand away from Jim's, line of sight carving through the creases on his palms.

"God of lore," they called him, once.

"He speaks words that twist fate and spins stories with his tongue."

Void, what a story he had told— word by cruel word, bringing nothing but pain and heartbreak.

Jimmy had been to hell and back, and Joel had made it so.

“I— I hurt you.”

He had.

He had hurt Jimmy. He made him choke, had made him bleed, he made him stop bleeding, made him bitter and desparate and scared and hurt and so, so alone.

And now Jim was tired.

He wanted to make this right.

Simply, truthfully, Jim said:

“I forgive you."

Deep within Joel's heart, some carefully constructed dam shattered.

And Jimmy watched Joel, the infallible, invincible, perfect god break down in front of him. He watched his shoulders shake, saw the moment he couldn’t hold in his sobs any longer. Loud, bold Joel curled in on himself, shoulders hunched and hands not quite covering the twisted lines dug into his face and the shining tears spilling from behind them.

Jimmy watched as Joel finally collapsed from far too much grief.

He didn't know what to do. He didn't know the right words, the right comforts; didn't know how to soothe the marks left by snapping frameworks of minds. He wasn’t strong, wasn’t brave, wasn’t even ready to start healing himself.

Jim didn’t know what to do. But he knew he had to do something.

He held out his hand.

Slowly, tentatively, Joel's callused fingers brushed against his own. Jimmy's shaking fingers laced through Joel’s, telling him everything his throat wasn’t up to saying.

When his knees wobbled, Jim gently guided him to sit. He took a moment to run his thumb over Joel's knuckles, feel warmth seeping into his skin and the gentle comfort of a pulse. He looked up at the still-weeping god, his mouth a thin line of regret, eyes holding too much pain.

Jim took a breath. “When... I was..." he didn't think he could actually say it yet. It didn't really matter, though, did it- Joel knew.

“…I was only kind of concious. It— it fades in and out, I don't remember much." Jim took another pause, resting his poor vocal chords and meeting Joel's eyes.

“Jimmy, truly, I am so, so—“

“What I do remember, mostly," he continued stubbornly, “Is... well... you."

“You stayed. You— you never gave up on me, so I’m—“ his voice choked with emotion. “I’m not gonna give up on you.”

Jim could almost hear him think "But you should," through his glossy eyes tinged with hope.

"Joel, I forgive you. I'll always forgive you, Joel, all you have to do is ask. And I'll say it over and over and over again, as many times as you need to get it through that thick skull of yours."

That earned him a small laugh from Joel, though it quickly fizzled out into hicciping sobs as Jimmy spoke.

"I forgive you. I forgive you."

Jim saw the sticky guilt in Joels eyes, saw it crash against a flood of muted relief. He saw his pupils drown in confusion as he struggled for words, searching the bedspread for the answer to the question on his lips:

"Why?" he breathed, voice hitching and cracking, like the hull of a ship dashed against slick rocks in the rain.

“Joel… how…” He paused to get his words in order. “How do I even explain why? How could I ever express how wonderful you are?

“I will always forgive you, Joel. I’ll always forgive you. I’ll always give you a second chance because you deserve it.” He shakily cupped Joel’s face in his free hand, letting him lean into the touch.

“Joel, you’re so strong, all the time, maybe— maybe a little too often. You care— you care about everything, so much, you’re loud and brave and kind, and… Void, Joel, you’re amazing.” Jimmy was crying too, now, awe in his voice echoing through every corner of the room.

“I forgive you. I forgive you. I forgave you since the moment I woke up. I forgave you before you said sorry. I forgive you.”

Joel almost didn’t believe him. His eyes flicked around Jim’s face, looking for a tell, picking apart the creases and pores and trying to find some sign of lies.

“I forgive you.”

When Jim’s words finally sunk in, Joel could only press his eyes shut against the tears, and let his head fall onto Jim’s shoulder with a soft thunk.

“I’m tired, Jimmy,” he cried. Jimmy buried his head next to Joel’s.

“I’m tired too.” He let Joel stay there until his tears dried, rubbing small circles into his back and whispering that he was alright.

When an exhausted, half-asleep Joel almost fell off of the bed, Jimmy gently guided him to lay his head down. Joel scooted closer to Jimmy, arms wrapping around his torso as soon as he rested next to him.

“I’m sorry," he said after a while. No longer pained, just exhausted.

“Joel, I’ll say it again, I forgive you, I—“

“What? No, no no no no, not that. Sorry for in— interest— intro— dammit, what is it…” The sheer amount of emotional stress and turmoil that had happened today seemed to have hit Joel like a freight train. Still, he chugged onwards.

And he was about as steady as the aforementioned freight train; except maybe after its engine had been pummeled with rocks, rolled down a hill, and had its fuel replaced with tap water.

“Introspective–information–intent–intact–instead— intruding!” he slurred.

“I— I’m sorry for intruding, I'm just a bit…” he trailed off, choosing instead to make a garbled noise expressing his current state.

"...I don't know how you made that make sense."

Joel hinted at a smile and shifted his position again.

“Jimmy, Jimmy, can I… can I just stay here? For now?“ he mumbled into Jim’s shoulder.

"Joel, you're at your house."

He furrowed his brow.

"I— waaaiittt. How did..." His sentence devolved into incoherent noises.

Jimmy laughed softly, turning to tap his forehead onto Joel's.

“You, my friend, are sooooo, so tired. Too tired to speak properly, you are."

“No.”

“Yeah, you’re tired.”

Joel took a breath. "No I’m noooooooot.”

“Yes, you are.”

“ ’M not tired, I—“ A yawn broke free of his words.

“Joel, you are so tired.”

“Yeah, I am,” he quietly agreed, barely speaking above a hoarse whisper.

Jimmy pressed a kiss into the crown of Joel’s head. “Go to sleep.”

“Okay.” He shuffled around a bit more, choosing to rest his dark curls in the crook of Jimmy’s neck.

Jim noticed that Joel was quietly crying again. His face wasn’t twisted into knots this time— he just stared sleepily ahead and let the tears puddle and slide off his face.

“Joel, you okay?”

“Yeah,” he murmured. “I’m okay, Jim.” It was the truth.

“Love you.”

“Love you,” Joel whispered back, sound fading to nothing as he drifted into sleep. The tears still stuck on his face dried as his breathing slowed, and he fell fast asleep with his hand still intertwined with Jim's.

And though he was already snoring softly, head tucked under Jimmy's chin, though no one would hear him, though he know Joel was finally steady, Jim formed his mouth into a whisper.

“It's okay, Joel," he said. "I'm okay."

#seattlesaltswroiting #jimmy solidarity #jimmy solidarity fanfic #joel smallishbeans #joel smallishbeans fanfic #empires s2 #empires s2 fanfic #empires fanfic #hurt/comfort #fluff #fluff and angst

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aalyssah · 8 months

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Dying Bank Account

Pairing: Jimmy Uso x Camgirl!Reader

Warnings: Smut. Breeding Kink, Cursing, Dildo, Masterbation, Praise, and Squirting. Minors DNI 18+

Word Count: 1,485

Summary: When Jimmy and Naomi get in an argument she refuses to give him sex, making him go on a camgirl site and see you.

A/N: Unfortunately, I don't write for Jimmy that much so when I thought about this camgirl thing, I thought about him. Hope You Enjoy!

Jimmy rolled his eyes at his wife's loud voice. He was just trying to play the game, but all she wanted to do was cuddle or have sex and he wasn't in the mood.

"Come on Jimmy, touch me." Naomi's hands trailed down his basketball shorts, palming his crotch area. "Babe stop, let me play the game." Jimmy brushed her off, an annoyed groan falling from Naomi's mouth.

She began to grow impatient and annoyed. "Jimmy touch me, talk to me, look at me! All you wanna do is play that game when I'm sitting right here begging for your attention!" Jimmy ignored her, killing another player in the game. "Yessir, let's go!"

Naomi snatched the controller away from him, throwing it somewhere behind her, the loud breaking of the controller heard. "What the- are you serious Naomi?!" Jimmy stood up, ready to go for his controller, but Naomi got in the way.

“Don't you dare go for that. I'm tired of you playing the game after work. Just because I don't work at your company anymore doesn't mean you can't show me love." Jimmy let out a breath. It was the same annoying lecture he's heard dozens of times. "Baby, I'm only gonna tell you once. Get out of the way and let me play the game." Naomi's mouth fell open in shock.

Next thing Jimmy knew, her hand came fast against his cheek, a loud slap sound echoing around the home. "You're a real asshole Jimmy! Since you wanna play the game so badly, have it! Have it for the rest of the week because I'm going to my sister's house!" The door slammed loud, almost falling off its hinges.

Jimmy stood there, not sure if he should be happy or sad. It then hit him, his wife was finally out of his ear, and he could play the game. He hopped back on the couch, luckily fixing the controller before loading into another game.

It's been about a week and a half since Naomi left the house and Jimmy's been happy, but recently he's been feeling horny. He's a 30 something year old man, so is it a surprise that he’s horny? He's tried to call and text Naomi, but she's either left him on read, or rejected him.

For example, a text he sent earlier.

Jimmy: Babe, when are you gonna come home? I need you so bad.

Naomi: Jerk yourself off you asshole.

Jimmy: I miss you, please come back. I'm so needy for you right now.

Naomi: 'Read at 3:57'

He sat on his bed, ashamed of what he was about to do. He went to his google and typed 'Pornhub.com' in the address bar. It loaded, instantly showing a lot of porn videos, but that wasn't what caught his eye. It was a small tab labeled 'Camgirls.'

Curiously, he clicked on it and was met with a lot of girls doing 'mischievous' activities with many different things. Throughout all the girls it was one who caught his attention.

Y/n Y/l

He clicked on the stream and felt his cock harden at the sight. It was a girl sprawled out on a bed, legs spread wide, and pushing a dildo inside her. He took his cock out and slowly stroked himself. As he watched you shove the dildo in and out, he noticed a small text box in the corner that said.

‘I will moan the name of whoever donates the most money.’

There was a leaderboard of users of who donated, the top spot being $370. His name was John, judging by the way you were moaning. You had a large number of viewers watching almost 10k. You must be very popular. Jimmy decided to test the waters and donate $373.

You looked up at the screen, a smile spreading across your face. "I see Jimmy's in the lead. God, Jimmy, that's a hot name." You toyed with your nipples, looking dead in the camera. Jimmy groaned at the sound of his name spilling from your lips.

As soon as it was getting good, John donated $380. "Ooo, John and Jimmy fighting for my mouth?" You chuckled, a breathless moan falling from your mouth as the dildo hit deeper inside you.

Jimmy growled, clicking away on the computer, changing the amount to $400. You laughed slightly as you saw the competition between the two men. "John, are you gonna clap back against Jimmy?" In that second John donated a whopping $440. At first it seemed Jimmy wasn't gonna do anything until he donated $1200.

"Yeah, bitch better not try me." Jimmy mumbled under his breath, watching as you sat up to see the screen. "J-Jimmy with the donation of $1,200. Thank you so much, we all know who won, so sit back and enjoy the show. This one's for you Jimmy." You winked at the camera, as you laid back on the bed, continuing your pace from earlier.

Your fingers rolled your nipples in your hands. "Fuck, feels so good Jimmy, wish you were here with me right now instead of this dildo." You moaned out, slowly pulling the dildo out before pushing it in fast.

You rubbed your clit, a squeal coming from you. "God Jimmy, you got me all wet! I know your dick is probably huge." Jimmy grunted at your praise, thrusting his hips in his hand.

He used his hand to smear his pre-cum from his tip down his cock. "Oh god, I'm gonna cum soon Jimmy! I don't know how long I'm gonna last." You warned him, increasing your pace, your bracelet jingling on your wrist.

Your eyes were rolled to the back of your head as you felt yourself near the edge, your mouth opening and closing multiple times. "Are you close Jimmy?" You asked. Jimmy used one hand to type his response, not wanting to stop pleasing himself.

'Yeah.'

You bit your lip at the thought of Jimmy being close. Even though this was a random stranger, you can't help, but feel aroused at the way he fought for you to say his name and in the profile picture you could see him, his hair black and red with his arm full of tattoos.

"Gonna cum for me, huh? You gonna cum in your hand like a pathetic boy?" Jimmy nodded his head, forgetting you couldn't see him. He was so close, his hand fisting his cock while his hips forcefully thrusted. He was groaning loud, eyes opening every once in a while to see you moaning and bucking your hips up to meet the thrusts of the dildo.

"Ugh, I'm gonna cum Jimmy. I want you to cum with me. I want to taste you, god I want you to fill me up." Your little confession fell deaf on your ears as you spilled words out.

With your hand rubbing and pinching at your clit, the dildo pushing at your cervix, and the thought of Jimmy, you came fast, your body shaking, and eyes closed. You carefully kept pushing the dildo in and out, coming down from your high.

Jimmy sat there, desperately jerking his cock, it was hot, but wasn't enough. Until, you pulled the dildo out, your cum getting pushed out you, dripping on the sheets. Jimmy let out a small moan of himself.

You look so beautiful when you cum.

You pushed 3 fingers in, trying to scoop your cum out and show the camera, but you accidentally hit your cervix, the feeling of overwhelming pleasure hitting you. "Oh fuck!" You fell limp on the bed, your legs shaking as you squirted, clear liquid shooting from your pussy.

That was the last push for Jimmy. There was a wet slapping noise as his hand connected to his hips as he jerked himself off. He was fast and deep with his strokes, making sure to get everything out of him. His cum shot on his hand, on his chest, and even some in the air.

You gave yourself a minute to calm down, your chest heaving up and down. You slowly sat up, flashing a slurry smile at your viewers. "Thanks for tuning in for my live stream, especially you Jimmy, and I'll see y'all next week at the same time, same day!" You kissed the camera before shutting it off.

Jimmy relaxed on the headboard, letting himself calm down from the intense orgasm. His phone dinged, with him looking down to see a text from Naomi.

Naomi: What happened to our money?! It says we're in the negative and that over $1900 was taken out!

Jimmy stayed silent looking at the phone. He pushed his phone to the side, not wanting to deal with her.

Although he might have a dying bank account, he can't help, but feel excited to join your next stream and make you moan his name again.

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Hold My Hand: John Wick x Reader Chapter 164

warnings: none hmh masterlist

If there was a word to describe today it would be boring. Dull, mundane, uneventful, monotonous. Boring! The sky is full of fluffy gray clouds that keep hiding the sun, and what little sun does poke through doesn’t last long since the clouds swallow it back up almost instantly.

It’s just a boring day around the Wick household. John is downstairs working on some books for a client, Ronan was playing with some toys but now she’s zonked out on the floor next to Bleu while you’re lounging on the couch scrolling through all the stupid TikToks Tess has sent you this past week. Every now and then there’s a really boring day, which is fine since it’s nice to just relax, but today is beyond boring.

You get up from the couch and head downstairs to see if John is almost done working. It’s been about two hours since you’ve seen him, so it’s time to go bother him.

“Hey,” you lean against his back and press a kiss to his shoulder, “You almost done?”

“Not quite,” he says, setting his things down so he can turn to you, “Are you getting bored?”

You gape at him, “What do you mean ‘getting’? Wick, I’m beyond bored. Ronan is asleep, Tess is busy with Jimmy’s family. I have nothing to do!”

John chuckles as he pulls you between his legs, “What do you want to do?”

“I don’t know. I thought we could go to the museum or the aquarium.” you shrug as John nods, “Ro will be up in a little bit, so it would give us time to clean up and head out. It’s going to rain later too, so anything outside is obviously not going to work.”

“Right, right,” he nods, looking over at his workbench, “Well, I’m just about done with this book, so once I’m done, I’ll head up and take a shower. Does that sound good?”

You pout as you nod your head, “Yeah.”

“You miss me?”

“I do,” you whisper quietly, “You’ve been working on this book for so long.”

John nods, “Yeah, it’s a tough one. They wanted very specific things for it, but I think it’s turning out.”

You look down at the book and carefully turn it over to look at the gorgeous binding on it. The cover is adorned with gold vinyl cutouts of the characters along with the title. The client is going to be very pleased with it, and they should be since it’s taken John a long time to work on it and get it just right. John doesn’t give out anything he isn’t proud of.

“Looks gorgeous,” you smile at him, leaning in to kiss him, “I’ll be upstairs.”

“I’ll be up soon, I promise,” he says, spanking your ass as you walk away. “I love you, sweetheart.”

You smile at him over your shoulder, “I love you, pookie.”

“Maybe you should just stick to Wick.”

“Ha!” you laugh as you make your way upstairs, “Not likely.”

The idea of going to the museum was good until you remembered there was a huge exhibit there today and it was packed. John drove past and looked over at you, and you both silently agreed to head to the aquarium instead. It wasn’t too far from the museum anyway, and if you’re being honest, you’d rather go there.

John dropped you and Ronan off at the door and went to park the car, and you’re just waiting for him when some raindrops start to fall down. You step back and get under the awning, then you look out and try to find John. Ronan squeals loudly when she sees him jogging through the parking lot, and he makes it under the awning just as the rain pounds down.

You gather up your sweatshirt from the bottom of Ronan’s stroller and dab at John’s face, “You’re all wet.”

“I’m okay,” he laughs, gently taking your hands, “I’m okay, baby.”

“You’ll be cold in there,” you continue drying him off as he watches you with a small smile on his face, “What?”

John leans down and kisses you, “You’re such a mom.”

“Why? Because I don’t want you to be cold? I’m just taking care of you.”

“You’re such a nurturer. I love it. You’ve become even more nurturing since having her, and I like to see that side of you.” John smiles down at you, cupping your cheek, “My gorgeous wife.”

You playfully roll your eyes at him, “Stop.”

“Nope,” he hugs you tight and nuzzles into the crook of his neck, “I promised I’d love on you forever. I’m not stopping now.”

Leaning back, you smile at John until Ronan squeals loudly for you. You look down at her and smile, then you lean down and kiss her cheek as she laughs. She always wants to be in on the love whenever you and John are hugging.

“Oh, maybe we should grab some lunch,” John says when you walk through the doors. He gestures to the cafe and smiles, “Ro always loves the aquarium in there.”

Inside the cafe, you find a booth next to an aquarium and scoot into it before reaching for Ronan. You hold her up and smile as she looks at the fish swimming around, and John is quick to get his phone out and capture a picture of the two of you.

“I guess getting the yearly membership will be worth it.”

“I think so,” you smile as you look at Ronan’s big brown eyes wide in wonder, “Even if we didn’t have Ro, I think I’d come here a lot.”

John nods as he looks at the tank to his right, “When I was a kid, I wanted a bedroom that was underwater, like an underwater aquarium. I wanted sharks, sting rays, sea turtles. I wanted to be able to lay in bed and just watch them swim over me.”

“Jonathan Wick, I didn’t take you for such a little sea-life nerd.”

“Well,” he laughs, rubbing his hand against the back of his neck, “I gotta keep you on your toes.”

You grin at him, “And you certainly do.”

John places his hands on the back of your arms that are around his waist, “I have to finish this stuff today.”

You pout, “Okay.”

Since you all went to the aquarium yesterday, John absolutely has to finish his books today. You’re still a little bored today since Tess won’t be home for a few more hours and to make things even worse, it’s pouring down rain.

“You can join me?”

“I can’t,” you gesture over to Ronan, “We have plans.”

John chuckles, “Without me?”

“Yeah, girl’s day.” you smile proudly, “We’re doing our hair.”

“You mean you’re doing Ronan’s hair.”

You grin, “Yup! Her hair has gotten so much longer, so I wanna try some little pig tails on her.”

John looks down at Ronan and laughs, “Baby, you’re getting your hair all pretty?”

Ronan looks up at him and cheeses so hard that her cheeks must hurt. She holds up a toy and shows it to him, and he laughs and looks back at you.

“She’s thrilled.” you laugh, then you wrap your arms around his waist again, “But we’re not thrilled that you’re busy and can’t sit up here and tell us how pretty we are.”

John laughs, “I will come up here every 15 minutes to tell my girls how pretty they are.”

“Good!” you lean up to kiss John a few times, then you watch as he walks over to give Ronan a kiss. You smile when he gets up and walks past you, touching your hip as he moves to the basement door. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he smiles, then he looks over at Ronan when she screams happily, “And I love you.”

Ronan walks over to you with a toy and reaches up, and you put her in your lap where she snuggles close to you and closes her eyes.

You inhale deeply and open your eyes, squinting them when the light from the lamp shines in your eyes. You feel the weight of something on your chest, and you look down to see Ronan’s little cheeks red and pressed against your chest, her hair stuck to her forehead with sweat. The two of you fell asleep and she runs so warm that she made you sweat too.

You sit up and cradle her in your arms before gently laying her back down on the couch. Since she’s a little warm, you grab the fan from the guest bedroom and plug it in to cool her off. She probably won’t be asleep for much longer but you want her to be cool. Smoothing down her brown hair, you smile and let out a small laugh when she scrunches her face up and stretches.

“I love you,” you whisper to her as you gently rub her back to coax her to sleep. You make sure that she’s okay, then you get up and head downstairs to see John.

“Ah, I was wondering when you were coming to see me. I assume…” he looks up and laughs, “Oh, yeah, you definitely fell asleep. Get over here.”

You lean against John’s chest and close your eyes, “I’m sleepy.”

“I see that.”

“We fell asleep,” you laugh, and he kisses your cheek, “She’s still asleep up there on the couch. Her protector is watching over her.”

John laughs, “Never leaves her side.”

You start to fall asleep leaning against John’s warm chest as his heart drums away, and he reaches down to lift you up into his lap. He holds you for a few short minutes until you finally sit up and look at him.

“Oh, you’re so sleepy,” he whispers, laughing softly, “Why are you so tired?”

You straighten up and cock up your brow, “Last night wasn’t exactly a lazy night after the aquarium.”

John starts to smirk, “I won’t apologize for that.”

“Never said I wanted you to,” you get off his lap and cup his face, “You did some fine work last night.”

“Thank you,” he smiles, his cheeks turning a little red, “You did some fantastic work.”

You grin proudly, “Oh, I know. You told me.”

“And you told me!” he laughs, pulling you back to him, “It just so happens that I’m free tonight too.”

“Oh my god!” you gasp playfully, “Me too!”

John kisses you as you both laugh, “What do you say? Our room? 9 PM?”

“It’s a date!” you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him deeply, “I better get back upstairs. She’s going to be hungry soon.”

“I’ll be up for some lunch soon too. Just gotta finish one last thing.” he says, looking over at the books on his workbench.

You cup his face and bring his gaze back to you before kissing him, “Don’t take too long.”

“I won’t,” he whispers, then he smiles as you head upstairs.

Lunch is just about done and you’re getting Ronan situated in her high-chair when you hear the doorbell ring. For a short second, you think it might be Tess, but when has she ever rung the doorbell? Literally never. She usually just lets herself in--John told her that she was more than welcome to do so since she didn’t believe you when you told her.

“Okay, here,” you give Ronan a toy and smile at her, “I know you’re hungry, but I’ll be right back.”

“I’ll be up in a minute!” John yells from the basement, and you laugh to yourself.

You make sure you look presentable and your hair isn’t all messed up, then you open the door just as the doorbell is pressed again.

“Sorry,” you smile at the woman standing on the front step, “Hi.”

She looks taken aback for a moment before she smiles, “Is Mr. Wick here?”

“Yes,” you nod, still taking her in.

The woman’s dark hair is slicked back in a perfect ponytail but the ends have gotten wet from the rain. Despite having an umbrella, she has a black rain coat on with some thigh high leather boots. Her eyes haven’t moved from off of you since you opened the door.

“You said Mr. Wick is here?” she says, and you finally notice the accent and the tattoos on her hand wrapped around the umbrella handle.

She’s someone from his past. You knew that the moment you set your eyes on her. But if she’s here looking for John, she better have a damn good reason and she’s not getting in without going through you first.

“He is,” you say, closing the door a little more, “May I ask who you are?”

The woman smiles, “Just an old friend.”

“No, I want your name.”

“Sure, that seems fair,” she smiles, reaching out to shake your hand, “My name is Akira.”

You stare her down as you shake her hand. You won’t be intimidated by her, not that she’s even probably trying to intimidate you, but still.

“I’ll go get him,” you say as you start to close the door.

“What was your name?” she says, and you close your eyes before turning back to her, “I assume you’re his wife. Y/N?”

You hold her gaze, “You seem to already know my name.”

“It’s lovely to meet you,” she smiles, and you want to scream because she’s being so damn nice and on top of it, you fucking love her accent. “I’ll just wait here.”

You close the door and exhale loudly, reaching for the basement door when John opens it. You take a step back and look up at him as he smiles at you, but it quickly fades.

He cups your face and furrows his brow, “What happened?”

“Someone is here for you,” you say quietly, and he immediately looks up at the door, “Her name is Akira.”

John furrows his brow, “Akira?”

“She said she’s an old--”

“Friend, yeah.” he nods his head and leans down to kiss your cheek, “Stay here.”

John squeezes your shoulders and walks off to the door, taking one last look at you before he steps onto the porch. You inch closer to the door in hopes of hearing them talk, but you can’t over the rain and the thick glass. You reach for the handle when the door opens, so you step back and look at John.

“Go pack a bag.” he says urgently, taking your hand and pulling you into the kitchen, “Pack a bag for you and Ro. Call Tess, tell her to pack one for her and Finn. I’ll call Jimmy and tell him what’s going on.”

“John--”

He cuts you off as he gets Ronan from her high-chair, “Go to the lake house. Pack enough stuff for at least a week. I’ll meet you out there.”

“John!”

“You might want to call your parents too, I’m not sure yet. Maybe don’t since they don’t know everything. Fuck! Why didn’t I tell them everything?” he says as he walks into the living room with you trailing behind him, “Just go there and don’t talk to anyone. Just drive straight there. If Tess isn’t home yet, just tell her to meet you there.”

“Jonathan!” you yell from the bottom of the stairs, and he finally looks at you as you start to cry, “What is going on?”

He rushes back down and takes your hand, “I need you to listen to me: you need to get out of here.”

“Why? Because she’s here? Because she showed up? It’s not like it’s the first time she’s been to New York since we’ve been together.”

“But it’s the first time she’s showed up here. I know who follows her. And if she’s here, they’re not far behind. I wasn’t the only one people wanted dead.” he says, gripping your hand tight and pulling you upstairs with him. “You have to get out of here.”

John puts Ronan on the floor of your bedroom and begins moving around to pack a bag for you. He doesn’t even have to ask what you want to pack, and even in this moment of panic, he’s packing all of your favorite clothes. He sets the bag on the bed and leaves the room for a few moments before he comes back with clothes for Ronan.

“Text Tess, baby.” he says softly, and you nod your head and pull your phone out. You shoot a quick text to her and look up to see John zipping up your bag. “This is enough for you and Ro for a week, okay? I just need to grab Bleu’s things.”

“What about you?”

John wipes away the tear on your cheek, “I’ll call you tonight. I’ll let you know what’s going on.”

“Will you be okay?”

“I will,” he says, nodding his head, “I promise. I just want you two to get out of here.”

Your chin wobbles a little as you look at him, “Are they going to hurt you?”

“I…” he inhales deeply and shakes his head once, “No. But it doesn’t mean they won’t try. And I don’t want you here if that happens. So please, take this bag, get Ronan in the car, and leave.”

“Okay,” you cry quietly while John picks up Ronan, then you walk out to the garage where your car is parked.

Ronan is now crying because she’s so hungry but you’ll have to just give her a bottle or something to tide her over until you get to the lake house. John buckles her in the back and gets Bleu in, then he closes the door and turns to you, frowning when he sees the tears on your face.

“I know you’re scared.”

“I’m worried about you,” you look up at him and start to cry, “I don’t want to lose you.”

John shakes his head, “You’re not losing me. I’m going to call you tonight, okay? Keep your phone right by you.”

You sniffle as you nod, “Okay.”

John helps you into the car and smiles softly when you look at him, “Thank you for listening to me. I know this is scary. I never wanted this for you.”

“We’re still going to be together, right?”

“Yes,” John says, pain drenching his voice, “Yes, of course. I just need you to be safe.”

“You be safe,” you whisper as you lean over to hug him, “I love you.”

“I love you more.” he cups your face and tilts your head down to kiss your forehead, “Let me know when you get to the lake house and let me know when Tess gets there.”

You look down at your phone and show John the text: packing now. at home, pick me up.

“She’s at home.” you say, and he nods. “I’ll just get her now.”

John smooths your hair back and looks deep into your eyes, “Don’t stop for anything or anyone. If you have any problems, you can call me or Aurelio. Jimmy will most likely be out there shortly too. I’m going to call him. But you call me first. Always me first.”

“I will,” you kiss him hard on the lips, leaving them there for longer than necessary, then you lean back to look at him. “I’ll see you soon?”

“Yeah,” he says, but you know he’s lying. “I love you. I love you both.”

You smile softly when he reaches back to rub the top of Ronan’s head, then you hug him and kiss him again before he shuts your door and steps back. The garage door opens behind you, and you slowly back out of the driveway, watching as he walks over and stands next to Akira. She says something to him and smiles, but he doesn’t look away from your car. You give him a small wave and he nods his head a little before he turns and walks inside with Akira behind him.

To your surprise, the car ride was not quiet--Tess talked almost the whole way. There’s no doubt that John texted her and said to keep your mind off of things. You’ve been at the lake house for about two hours now, but you’re just laying on the couch. Tess told you to go lay down while she got the kids something to eat, and Jimmy showed up about an hour after you two arrived.

“Hey…” Jimmy sits on the coffee table and rubs your shoulder, “How are you holding up?”

You sit up and shrug, “Alright, I guess. Just confused.”

“John’s past is confusing…” he chuckles, then he takes the plate Tess is handing him, “We made you something to eat.”

“Thanks.” you take it, placing it in your lap, “Have you heard from him?”

Jimmy shakes his head, “Not since he first called me.”

“What did he say when he called you?”

“That someone was there and he wanted to make sure you and Ro-Ro were safe. He wanted me to come out here and make sure nothing happened.” he says, and you frown, “I know you want to ask, but he didn’t tell me when he’d be here.”

You nod your head and take a bite of the food Tess has made you--some rice and orange chicken. You look over at Ronan as she plays with Finn on the floor, and you sigh loudly.

“I’m nervous that he’s gonna--”

“He’s not going back, Y/N.” Jimmy shakes his head when you look at him, “He’s not, he just wants his family to be safe. He doesn’t want Ro near that stuff.”

You shrug, “I could have stayed. Tess could have taken Ronan up here.”

“Y/N, he wants you safe as well,” Jimmy says, reaching for your hand when you start to cry, “He’ll be okay. He can take care of himself. From the sounds of it, they’re just there to talk.”

“Then I could have stayed! I could be with him right now.”

Jimmy sighs, “Look, John is one of the good ones, Akira is as well. But sometimes bad ones follow the good ones. He doesn’t want you near there when something happens. Akira’s not out of that world, she’s still very much in it, which means at any moment, things could go wrong. John doesn’t want you there if that happens.”

“I don’t want him there if that happens!”

“But John can handle it. He knows what to do.” Tess says, and you look at her, “Look, this might sound mean but without you there, John can fully focus on what’s happening. If you and Ro are there, you’re the first thing he’s going to protect, even if that means he gets hurt. Without you two there, John doesn’t have anything else to protect except himself. He only has himself to worry about which means his mind wouldn’t be elsewhere.”

You nod as you look down at your plate, “Yeah.”

“He said as soon as he finds something out, he’ll call. I believe him. John always keeps his word.” Jimmy pats your leg and smiles softly, “Get some food in you. I’ll let you know if I hear anything at all. Okay?”

You smile softly when Jimmy pats your cheek, “Okay.”

“I’ll be here if you need anything. You can always come to me.”

“Thanks, Jimmy.” you smile at him again and watch as him and Tess walk onto the patio. You sigh deeply and reach for your phone, placing it in your lap and praying John calls soon.

Three days have passed and you’ve only gotten one text from John saying he’s fine and he’d call soon. That was the night you left. You haven’t heard from him since. Not only are you worried, you’re also pretty pissed at him for this. He said he’d call. Yeah, he could have gotten held up, but if he didn’t, then why hasn’t he bothered to call?

Ronan is starting to get very fussy since John is MIA. She knows he’s not around and she misses him. She’s not sleeping very well and she’s just crying at the drop of a hat. She misses her dad.

“Me too, kid.” you say to Ronan when she juts her bottom lip out and cries, “I miss him too.”

You lean forward and wipe the tears off her face before handing her a toy to distract her. She’s not in the mood, so she just cries harder and flops back on the floor.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, what’s goin’ on in here?” Jimmy says as he walks in, and he looks down at Ronan, “Oh, Ro-Ro, you mad at your momma?”

“She misses her dad.”

Jimmy glances at you before he reaches down and picks up Ronan, “Well, why don’t we go catch some frogs?”

You give Jimmy an appreciative smile and sit back on the couch, staring down at your phone as he takes her outside. Her cries slowly stop until you hear her giggling. Uncle Jimmy always makes her laugh. You turn a little so you can look out the window as he carries her down to the shore with Finn and Tess following behind, and you tear up.

That should be you and John right now. You two should be taking a nice evening walk down there before sitting on the patio and eating burgers. You two should be watching the sunset, then laying on the sundeck looking at the stars.

You exhale loudly and look down at your phone. Still no messages. You perk up when you hear the sound of John’s car coming down the dirt path, and you quickly get up and rush to the door. John steps out and smiles at you, letting out a big breath when he sees you’re okay.

Without thinking, you step down and run over the uneven rocky ground to get to John, and he lifts you up and hugs you tight in his arms. He starts to walk to the porch with you in his arms, and you inhale the smell of his cologne.

“Your feet are gonna hurt. You don’t have any shoes on.” he says into the crook of your neck, “Jimmy and I planned on fixing that soon.”

You stand firmly on the porch and lean back to look at him. Since you’re on the step and he’s not, you’re eye level with him. Your eyes immediately search his face for any bruising or cuts, but he looks exactly like he did when you left him three days ago, maybe only just a little tired.

“I’m okay,” he whispers, and you cup his face, “I’m okay, baby. Everything is fine.”

You lean back to look at him, then you drop your hands to your side, “You never called me.”

“I know,” he inhales deeply and nods, “I meant to, and I should have, but…they were everywhere. I didn’t want to risk it. I didn’t want to put you in danger.”

“But this whole time you were fine, but I sat here thinking the worst. I cried myself to sleep every single night,” you say, raising your voice, “I didn’t know if my husband was gone. I didn’t know if my daughter’s dad was gone. I didn’t know! I thought I lost you!”

John looks down and nods his head, “I fucked up, I know.”

“I’m so fucking mad at you,” you whisper quietly, and he looks up at you with sorrowful eyes.

“I wanted to call. I wanted to run after your car the moment you left, but I couldn’t. These people don’t care if--” he stops talking when you push past him and start to walk away, “No, no, don’t walk away. We’re talking! Don’t do this.”

You continue walking away from him and see both Jimmy and Tess turn to see John chasing behind you. He gently grabs your arm and stops you. If you tugged your arm from his grip, you know he’d let you go, but you don’t want to, so you turn to him and meet his gaze.

“I fucked up,” he says firmly, “But you need to listen to me.”

You pull your arm from his grip and cross them over your chest, “Fine.”

“So damn stubborn,” he says under his breath, then he looks at you, “These people do not care about women and children. They’ll kill anyone. They wouldn’t care that there’s a baby in the house when they decide to light the place up. You think I want that for you? You think for a second that I was going to risk it? I’d rather you be mad at me for not calling than you be upset because our daughter was hurt or that you were hurt. I can live with you being upset at me for not calling, but I can’t live without you. Do you understand now?”

You look out at the sun shining on the lake, then you look at him, “Yes, it’s not that I don’t understand, John. It’s that you said you’d call and you didn’t.”

“You’re still not getting it…” he says, letting out a small laugh of disbelief, “I can’t fucking lose you! I can’t live without you! I would be lost. I would be worse than I’ve ever been. I’d never come back from it. I did before, but this, if I lost this…” he gestures to the two of you, “I’d be more than a broken. I’d be beyond repair because I wouldn’t have you to help put me back together. So, yes, I lied and didn’t call you but it was for your own good. It was to keep you safe.”

Inhaling deeply, you look up at him and hold his gaze before you shrug, “Okay, so maybe I’m not fully wrapping my head around how serious this is.”

“You absolutely aren’t,” he says with a small chuckle as he steps closer to you, “It is very serious.”

“Plus the whole ‘put me back together’ thing was pretty cute.” you admit, and he smiles softly. You exhale sharply and look up at him, “So, is this always going to be our life? You sending me and Ro away?”

John shakes his head a little and shrugs, “I can’t stop people from showing up. They think I’m going to come back, which I’m not. I’m done. Completely done. But this isn’t the life I wanted for you. I want you to have the best life, so I guess the main question is are you going to leave?”

You look over your shoulder and furrow your brow before looking at John, “Who are you talking to? Because I know you’re not talking to me.”

“Peach,” he says with a sigh, reaching for your hands, “I’m serious. If you want out, then--”

“Shut up! Stop saying that!” you push him a little, “Don’t talk like that! I don’t ‘want out’. I want you! I want the life that we’ve created for three years now. I don’t want to run off because someone thinks that you have information on something. John, I have waited my entire life for this, for you. You just told me that you can’t live without me.”

John swallows hard, “I can’t! But I also can’t make you stay if you don’t want to.”

“Have I ever given you the implication that I want to leave?” you ask, and he shakes his head. “John, I wanted to stay with you! I wanted to stay home and be by your side through whatever that woman was there for! There hasn’t been a single moment in our relationship where I wanted to leave. You need to wrap your head around that. I know that you don’t want me to be hurt, but I have you and I trust you. I know you wouldn’t let anything happen to me.”

The two of you look at one another for a few silent moments as Ronan’s giggles carry in the wind, and you take a step closer to John.

“We promised to go through life together, no matter what it brought us.” you turn his hand over and rub your thumb over his wedding ring, “I have no plans on running off unless you’re coming with me.”

John smiles as he leans closer, “Wherever you go, I’m following.”

You wrap your arms around John’s neck and hug him tight, taking a look at Ronan before you close your eyes. You lean back to kiss him, then you take his hands.

“There is no me without you.”

John smiles, “That was cute.”

You start to laugh, “You said some cute shit just now, I won’t lie.”

“We okay?”

“Yeah,” you nod, holding his gaze, “We’re okay. Are you?”

He nods as he looks down at himself, “Yeah, I’m fine. Nothing more than a chat.”

“For three days?” you ask, incredulously.

“Two days. I just took the rest of today to make sure everyone was gone before I got on the road.” he says, then he starts to laugh, “Plus I had to drop off those books to that client. When I couldn’t sleep the last few nights, I finally finished them.”

Looking up at him, you start to laugh, “So you’re all mine now?”

“Always.”

John takes your hand and intertwines his fingers with yours, then the two of you walk back to the house. When Ronan spots him, she squeals loudly and kicks her legs to be let down from Jimmy’s arms. He sets her down and laughs when she runs over to John, who is already kneeling down with his arms open. She wraps her arms around him as best as she can, grinning so wide that it brings tears to your eyes.

“Did you miss me?” he asks, and she juts her bottom lip out and starts to cry, big tears streaking her red face.

“Such big emotions,” you laugh, rubbing her back, “She doesn’t know how to process those quite yet.”

Ronan rests her head on John’s shoulder as she cries, and he rubs her back to calm her down while he bounces on his knees. After a few minutes, she goes completely quiet--passed out on his shoulder. He smiles proudly at you.

“I’m going to go put her down.” he says, and you follow behind him.

As John gets Ronan in her bed, you lay down and wait for him to come back out of her room. You lean up a little when her bedroom door squeaks shut, and he crawls into bed with you as you struggle to keep your eyes open.

“Tired?” he asks quietly, and you nod. He smooths your hair back and begins to scratch your scalp as you finally close your eyes. “Go to sleep.”

“Barely slept these past few days.”

John’s lips brush against your forehead, “I know, baby. Just go to sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

“Will you hold me?” you ask, and John moves to get more comfortable as you lay against his chest, “Don’t leave.”

“I won’t. I’ll be right here.”

Rubbing your eyes, you roll to your back and stretch out, sighing contently. You look up at the ceiling and blink a few times, then you look to your left and see John holding Ronan as they look out the window together. You sit up and yawn into your hand, and John looks over his shoulder and smiles at you.

“Look who decided to wake up, Ro,” he says, and you laugh sleepily as you get up and walk over to them, “My sleepy peach.”

“I was tired.”

John laughs, “I was too. I fell asleep for a little bit too.”

Ronan kicks her legs wildly, so John sets her down and watches as she runs into her room. He looks at you and cups your face, bringing your lips to his for several sweet kisses.

“Are we going to head back home now?”

Inhaling deeply, John shrugs, “I mean, we’re here. We might as well hang out for a few days.”

“Jimmy has to work and I think Tess is busy with her studio, so they can’t stay.”

“So? We’ll have the place to ourselves for a few days.”

You let out a small laugh, “If you wanted to get me alone, all you had to do was ask.”

“I’ll remember that for next time,” he says softly as he leans down to kiss you, savoring the warmth and feeling of your lips on his, “It’ll just be us three. It’ll be nice. We won’t stay long. Maybe just a day or two.”

Holding John’s gaze, you squint a little, “Is she still in New York?”

“Most likely.”

“And you don’t want us to go home until she’s gone.”

“Correct.”

You smile as you reach up to cup his face, “You’re very sweet, Wick.”

“She wanted to meet you,” he says, and you jerk your head back a little, “Well, properly meet you.”

“And you said no?”

He shakes his head, “I said it’s not really up to me whether you two meet or not. If it were, well, if I knew she wasn’t followed, then I would have been okay with you being at the house.”

“So, it’s…a little bit up to you?” you say, and John starts to laugh.

“Yeah, I guess.” he shrugs one shoulder, “But if you want to properly meet her, then I’m okay with that.”

You nod your head, “Like a dinner or something?”

“She’s staying at the hotel, so…”

The gasp that leaves your mouth shocks John, so he starts to laugh.

“Look,” you walk over to Ronan’s room to check on her, still talking as you go, “I don’t want you to go back into that world--we’ve talked about it. Done and over with, but…god, I love that hotel. I love the vibe, the atmosphere, the dress code.”

“There’s no dress code,” John laughs from the doorway, and you turn around and give him a dirty look, “Okay, well, there kind of is.”

You start to smile as you look at him, “This is…kind of embarrassing, but I like that when I walk in, everyone knows who I am and who I’m with. Isn’t that so stupid?”

“Not at all,” he smiles from across the room, “I like that everyone know you’re there with me. I like them knowing we’re together and that you’re mine. I like knowing that they know they can’t have you.”

You smile as you lift up Ronan, “Would we go to the hotel?”

“She wants to meet Ronan.”

“And you want her to?”

John looks from you to Ronan, then he nods as he looks at you again, “Yeah, I’m proud of you and her.”

“And we’d take her to the hotel?”

Letting out a big sigh, John shrugs, “I don’t know. If we go there and Winston hears…”

“He’ll be mad that we brought her.”

“He’ll want to see her,” John laughs, “She’s like his 78th grandkid.”

You start to laugh, “Papa Winston.”

The two of you look at each other for a few minutes before John walks over to you, wrapping his arms around you and Ronan.

“We’d be safe?” you ask, and John nods. “She would be safe?”

“Rules, sweetheart,” he whispers, and you tilt your head, cocking up your brow, “No one else has broken them since…”

You start to laugh, “You little rule breaker.”

“Rules aren’t fun.”

“I’ve made rules before…”

John leans closer and kisses you, “Yeah, well, you’re my wife. I have to listen you.”

“True!” you point your finger at him as you walk past, then you turn around and look at him, “Are you sure?”

“I am positive. We can enter through the back, take the backstairs up to the restaurant. I can even call Charon and let him know that we’d be coming, and he’d make sure everything was safe.” he says, and you inhale as you head, “If you’re not okay with that, she can come to our place, or we can leave Ronan with Tess.”

You shrug, “We’ve just never brought her to the hotel before. Is it safe for her to be there?”

“I would burn the world down for her and you. I would go to hell and back without second thought,” he says as he holds your gaze, walking closer to you, “The rules are even tighter than before--”

“Because of you.”

“Yes,” he chuckles, then he puts his hands on your shoulders, “But I promise nothing will happen to you or her there. Would I bring you two there otherwise?”

You sigh loudly “Well, no, but…you know.”

“You’re a mom,” he smiles and leans down to kiss your cheek, “And I’m a dad, and I am so goddamn protective of you two.”

You start to laugh, “I know! You sent me away because some people showed up!”

John smiles proudly, “Yeah!”

“Okay,” you bounce Ronan on your hip and look at her, “We’ll go meet her. How do you know her?”

“Her father was a friend,” he says, and you nod, “A really good friend. A brother.”

You frown, “And he’s not…here anymore?”

John looks down and shakes his head. He looks at you with sad brown eyes, and you walk over to him, wrapping your left arm around him. Ronan reaches up to be held by him, so you pass her over to him.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, and he nods. “He was important to you, so I understand why you want me to meet her. Did you know her before?”

“No. I knew he had a daughter later on after we went our separate ways, but I didn’t meet her until a few years ago,” he sits on the bed with Ronan in his lap, “She’s not the biggest fan of mine.”

You sit down next to him and read between the lines. Her dad is dead, she doesn’t like John, and he only met her a few years ago. Clearly this was during John’s excommunication.

“Was the last time you saw him when he…” you gesture a little, and John nods. “I’m so sorry, John. You’ve lost so many people.”

“But I gained a lot of really great ones,” he says softly, and you smile at him. He shakes his head, “Anyway, things are better now. Akira is doing her own thing, but while she’s here, she does want to meet you. She said you were…”

You squint your eyes, “I was what?”

“Very suspicious of her, and very protective of me.” he smiles, and you shrug bashfully. “She also said that her father would have wanted to meet Ronan and you.”

“Is that true?”

A smile tugs at John’s lip, “Yeah, he would have really wanted to meet you. He wanted me to have my peace. He wanted me to find a way out. He wanted me to find a purpose.”

“Ya know, it sounds like before me, you had a lot of people rooting for you.”

“No one has ever rooted for me as loudly as you do.”

You narrow your eyes, “Was that a dig at me?”

“No,” he laughs, kissing your head, “It was a compliment. My number one fan.”

“That’s me!”

Ronan’s chewing on her hands as she sits in John’s lap but she straightens her body out and whines. She’s kind of sick of this conversation now.

“Okay, okay,” John laughs, hoisting her up when he stands up from the bed, “We’ll get you some food.”

You get up and head to the stairs but John calls out to you, so you turn around.

“He would have really liked you.”

You smile softly, “Well, let’s hope his daughter will too.”

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