#Want. What do you want Jon? What do you WANT?

[scattered-dreamers]

Yes!! “Where you go, I go—that’s the deal.”

That’s exactly the concept my fix-it is based on.

But Jon died first. This new Martin is extremely similar to S1 Martin, but not at the same time, because canonically, he and Jon haven’t even met yet.

Jon embeds himself in Martin’s life and gets him to hang out with Tim, Sasha, Gerry, and himself outside work hours and Jon is so taken with Martin and Martin is pretty much: “No, stop. You don’t know me. Stop talking like you do.”

And Jon is reminded that this Martin isn’t his Martin—reminded by both his anxiety ridden brain and by Martin himself.

And Jon—not wanting to lose anybody—tries to cling to everyone and they all form a sort of polycule. But Martin is still trying to pull away from Jon.

Like Martin is fine with Gerry. [Probably because they share similar (mommy) issues.] And Gerry is kind of the only one he’s okay with.

Jon has issues because he keeps holding onto his Martin and has more than one panic attack about his Martin being somewhere else. The only thing that calms him down is thinking “You’re being ridiculous. Martin is at peace.”

The panic attacks usually start because he remembers leaving Martin by himself after Jon himself died and he SPIRALS bad. Gerry is the one who pulls him out of it—he did the first time he witnessed it and he’ll keep doing so.

But that’s what my whole fic stems from: “Where you go, I’ll go.” And they didn’t. Martin is still elsewhere, apart from Jon, and Jon is reminded by this frequently and he will probably always be reminded of this. He’ll do or say something that his Martin would have chuckled at or say one of their inside jokes or something and Martin will look at him and go “What are you talking about?”

And that’s the kicker, that’s the tragedy. “Where you go, I’ll go.” Except they didn’t. Not even in death.

[Mind you, I’m still in season 4 and I was drawing off the fact that Jon died and he misses his friends and GASP!! He has his friends back now. MUST CLING, especially Martin. I love you. I’m sorry. But if I’m writing Jon canonically correct where Martin is concerned, I’m going to lean into the whole concept more with how he interacts with everyone, especially Martin.]

nothing personal but this kind of comment rlly exemplifies to me a disconnect between canon and popular fanon jmart characterization because they almost literally had this conversation in canon - except, their lines are swapped!

jon, for all his scared grouchiness, is a secret romantic, while martin, for all his forced optimism, is at his core a pragmatist

[puppetwoman17]

Let’s talk about what aging would do to Billy’s perception of how he’s acting toward other heroes when he’s taking care of them(yes this is dad Marvel I’m feeding yall today).

When Billy was younger, he just wanted to help. Of course, that doesn’t alter anyone’s perception of Cap as a dad figure, but Billy wasn’t actively trying to take care OF them. All he’s doing is trying to be a helping hand. Someone to listen to others when they just need a good vent.

In his perspective, all he’s doing is being a good friend. Not a mentor, or an older brother, or anything akin to that. Of course, that doesn’t make a difference for younger heroes(or, heroes who perceive themselves as younger than Cap). Or even for some of his League coworkers. Because all of that care is coming from someone who they don’t really know the age of.

He could be in his thirties, or he could be thousands of years old, or he could even be just eleven, manifesting out of pure magic, and with that wisdom.

It’s only as Billy grows older, I’m thinking somewhere between high school junior-college freshman, that he actively starts thinking of himself as that mentor figure. Or, he starts thinking of what he DOES to heroes as being a mentor/older brother figure.

And once he feels more comfortable leaning into that, that’s when he starts reciprocating the affection given to him. I’m talking him saying “I’m proud of you” with that fatherly tone. Him deciding to give hugs instead of others always having to ask(ofc he asks first, our boy cares about consent). And yes, him going as a substitute for parent teacher conferences.

For Billy, it’s always been about being a better parental figure than the many adults who let him down. It’s about learning the dos from his parents and the don’ts from Ebenezer.

Now all the “best dad/brother” mugs make so much sense. Raven following him sometimes. Clark asking for advice on how to handle Jon and rekindle things with Kon. Tbh he feels kind of stupid for not realizing how people thought of him sooner.

Of course, this only amplifies his refusal to reveal his identity. Sheesh, he was gonna introduce himself on Christmas, but what would they all think now?

It’s a complicated thought process of “They deserve to know if I have such an important place in their lives” and “but what if I lose all that respect and relationship?” and “but that would be selfish of me to want to keep that.”

The thought that they might still accept and love him never crosses his mind because no matter how self aware he gets, Billy will always be clueless when it comes to how people perceive him(aka yes, Billy, you are lovable—No, Billy, no one is using you for money, you don’t have that).

[thestrangepoet]

The Furrcinating Adventures of Champion, the Archives Cat | The Magnus Archives Fanfiction | Ch 4/?

Based on @ultramarinaa’s Cat!Martin AU 

CONTENT WARNINGS: None

DISCLAIMER: As per usual, this is an unedited first draft that I haven’t proofread. Forgive any typos and roughness around the edges – I tend not to go back over fanfics, as they’re just a bit of fun writing for me. (I am a full-time professional writer, and if I start telling myself I need to edit and proofread my fanfics, it’ll cease being fun for me.)

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Martin – no, Champion, for that was who he was now – crept through the institute, his ears flat against his head. 

How long had he been technically missing for now? At least a week, if not more. And no one had notified the police. Not Jon, not Tim, not Sasha. Not his own mother, despite the fact Martin would call her almost daily to check in on her. Not his neighbours nor his…well. He didn’t have any friends outside the institute. 

He didn’t have any friends inside the institute either, it seemed. 

Champion padded past the grand oak reception desk in the front lobby. Almost immediately, his paws left the ground, which drew a purr of surprise from him, his little blue eyes growing wide.

“Oh, Champion! You came to visit me, did you?” 

Rosie, Elias’ assistant, gathered Champion into her arms, her thin, angular face all smiles and framed with bouncing red curls. Everyone’s face was all smiles when Champion arrived. Champion, who did nothing at all to actually help the institute. He couldn’t read properly like this. He couldn’t research, staying up all hours of the night to finish reports. He couldn’t go investigate leads across the country, nor pitch theories for statements. He couldn’t even make a cup of tea like this. 

Martin could do all those things. And not once had he been given a genuine smile in return, not a single sparkle in someone’s eye to say they were actually happy to see him. But as Champion? 

All he had to do was walk on by. 

The first few days, that attention had overjoyed Martin. All he’d ever wanted. But now, it stung, jabbing him in the chest and reminding him that all this fuss wasn’t for him. Not really. 

That people liked him better as a useless cat than a man who tried too hard and apologised for existing. 

“Oh dear, little guy, why the sad ears?” Rosie continued, sitting down and depositing Champion onto the immaculate desk in front of her. “Was Jonathan a meanie to you? Do you want Rosie to accidentally misplace his expenses form this month?” She scratched behind Champion’s ear with a perfectly manicured nail, but he couldn’t even muster a false purr in response. 

Everyone liked him better as a cat. Hell, maybe he was better at being a cat? 

Maybe he should just…stay a cat. Let Martin Blackwood become just another missing person, lost behind a veil of barely asked questions. 

Something stirred under his skin at that thought, like a cold fog rippling through his blood, sending all his fur on end. Champion jolted in shock; all too easily, he had forgotten what he wrestled with here. Sure, being turned into a cat sounded silly enough, but the architect of all this had been a Leitner book. 

Something fed upon his lonely thoughts, caring not for the jovial packaging they came in. 

Champion, now dealing with an alarming amount of adrenaline, leapt from Rosie’s desk and scampered away. He dashed through the corridors, paw pads skidding on the hardwood flooring, his tiny heart hammering away. 

Something fed upon his lonely thoughts…

He practically slid across the Research Department, not stopping even when one of the researchers reached for a bag of cat treats. 

Something fed upon his lonely thoughts! What if it could see him or hear him or—

He bounded through the austere, silent library, not sure what he was running from or if anything was even truly chasing him. But instinct tore through his limbs, too aware now of the sense of some unspeakable shadow prowling after him and delighting in his isolation. 

When the panic finally subsided, Champion had to take a moment to look around the room he’d bolted into. The room loomed around him, gloomy save for one desk light working hard to chase it all away. 

His desk light. 

Champion padded through the archival assistants’ office, wandering past Tim’s empty desk and Sasha’s neglected chair. Was Tim at the station, weaving a story as to why they hadn’t reported their colleague missing sooner? Was Sasha in Elias’ office, distracting him from the whole affair? 

He hopped up onto his old chair at his own desk. He hadn’t been here since the day he’d read that damned book in the first place. Jon’s office took the place of his regular workspace, either curled up on Jon’s lap or snoozing under the radiator. 

Being a cat, admittedly, had been a lot more comfortable than being Martin Blackwood. The temptation to remain like this had, he realised, not been entirely out of spite and anger of the others not being too fussed about Martin’s disappearance. 

It had come from Martin’s own disregard for Martin’s disappearance. Like this, he couldn’t annoy people. He didn’t have to worry about messing up conversations or making a fool of himself. He could stay away from people in that way, yet reap all the benefits of getting affection and having his company be greeted with a smile. 

But…he also couldn’t offer Jon a cup of tea and get to see that momentary lessening of his scowl, the only time his frown eased up in the office. The silly little bloom of pride Martin got at being able to coax that out of him with a nice cup of tea – a silent victory, proof he’d done something right.

He couldn’t sneak out five minutes early for lunch with Tim on a Thursday, because they both loved Thursday special at the German kebab shop three blocks away and wanted to avoid the lunch rush queues.

He couldn’t buy a lemon and poppyseed muffin on a Monday to drop off at Rosie’s desk before she got in, earning him first dibs when she baked her amazing Malteser brownies during charity bake sales at work. She pretended she didn’t know Martin brought her breakfast every Monday, when he knew she ran late for work because she had to drop her father off at the physio, but somehow, a hearty slice of brownie would be wrapped in a napkin in the fridge with his name on it all the same. 

He couldn’t go to the little tea room five minutes from his house every Saturday and Wednesday, order the same cup of Earl Grey and the same ham-and-cheese toastie, and beam as the owner called him his favourite and most reliable customer.  

Maybe…Maybe Martin Blackwood did get noticed after all. Little nods, little appreciations. Maybe…that was enough? 

The cold retreated from his fluffy legs, though it didn’t fully subside. It loosened its grip on his tiny heart, but it didn’t uncoil. 

He had to completely undo this, Champion – no, Martin decided. He had to find the answer. And the best place to start had to be the book itself. 

Martin jumped down from his chair, flattening himself on the floor to scoot under the bookcase where he had bashed the book out of sight weeks before. 

A few cobwebs…a pen he’d lost months ago…some paper clips…a scrunched up ball of paper that stole all of Martin’s attention for five minutes or more as he bapped it between his paws in delight…but no book. 

Wriggling his way back out from under the furniture, he looked left and right. Where was it? 

Martin headed out of the archival assistants’ office and made his way towards Jon’s. Had Jon returned to the office to retrieve the book? Martin hadn’t noticed him doing so, nor had the book shown up on Jon’s desk lately. Given that desk doubled as one of Martin’s many napping spots, he was sure he would have spotted it if it had. 

Unless…he’d picked it up recently. Tim had just told Jon that there was no sign of Martin at all at his flat. Tim had done something incredibly important in that conversation, Martin realised in horror. 

He’d given Jon a mystery to unravel. He’d sparked his curiosity and given him a challenge – could he find Martin before a professional? 

Oh no. 

Martin scampered into Jon’s office at full speed, miaowing in a vain attempt to yell Jon’s name. But the room was empty. 

Panting, his head whipped this way and that. Where was he? It was 4:12pm – not a time that Jon would take a smoke break he thought no one knew about, nor a time he’d go for a tea or try to heavily hint for Martin to make one. He was always at his desk. Where was—

“Mrrrrowww…”

Martin blinked, his ears twitching. That…hadn’t come from him. “Miaow?”

A horrified pause stretched out across the office. And then, that same, low rumble of a miaow, sorrowful and irritated. 

“Mrrrrrooooowwww…”

Plucking up his courage, Martin followed the sound, his fur already sticking up on end. He tip-toed around the leg of Jon’s desk, already suspecting what had happened, yet praying it hadn’t.

There, beside Jon’s chair, was The Ninth Life, open on the last few pages. And on top of the book was the saddest, skinniest, scabbiest-looking black cat that Martin had ever seen in his life. Flecks of grey mottled his fur, which was missing in great clumps all over. Most of his right ear was missing, leaving a ragged edge in its wake. His eyes were far too big for his head, a brilliant green that somehow didn’t complement his black fur. Worst of all, the cat was sitting with its hind legs in front of it, as though determined to sit like a person. 

The black cat looked at Martin. 

Martin looked at the black cat. 

It scowled at him. Somehow, despite everything, the cat managed to scowl at him. 

The cat knew who he was, Martin realised. He knew he was Martin. 

…Jon? Is that you? Martin wondered, pacing slowly over to the scabby cat. He just wanted to get close enough to sniff him, to confirm that this was Jon and—

Bap! 

A paw plonked down squarely on Martin’s head, followed by a warning hiss. 

Bap! Bap bap bap! 

Yes, Martin realised, as he lay down on his front and tried to cover the top of his head with his own paws to shield himself. 

The scruffy cat before him was definitely Jonathan Sims.

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Jaiania held her breath as she walked past Josh and his twin brother Jon. She kept her head down, hoping they didn’t notice her walking by them. She absolutely did not want to have a conversation with either of them - especially Josh -. After their failed relationship and trainwreck of a breakup, she would rather play in traffic than have a conversation with him. 

She almost made it past them without being noticed. “Damn girl you just gon walk right past us.” That was Jon. Jaiania forced a smile on her face and turned around to face them. 

“Oh, hey.” She said, keeping her eyes on Jon. “Didn’t see you there.” She shrugged when he gave her a ‘yeah right’ look. Josh crossed his arms over his chest and rolled his eyes when he realized that she was trying her hardest to not look in his direction. 

This is awkward she thought as she rocked back on her heels before pointing in the direction she was walking. 

“I gotta go. Nice seeing you though,” She said to Jon, still ignoring Joshua’s presence. 

She hurried down the hallway feeling their eyes on her. 

Jon turned to his brother once she rounded the corner. “Look at what you did,” He said, smacking Josh on his chest. Josh rolled his eyes. 

“I ain't do shit. Come on, we gotta get ready.”  Josh did not want to hear that bullshit. He was in the wrong just as much as she was but since everyone loved Jaiania he took all the blame. 

Jaiaina groaned as she saw Jon and Josh walking her way a couple of hours later. This must be my lucky day, two times in one night, she thought bitterly. She could normally avoid Jon and Josh but they seemed to be everywhere she was today.

“Congratulations guys.” She said referring to the Smackdown tag team titles they had just won from Chad Gable and Jason Jordan. 

“Thank you, Jai,” Jon said, trying to give her a sweaty hug. She pretended to throw up and moved away from him. “Is your arm okay tho? That rinpost spot looked pretty rough.” 

“I’m totally fine.” Jaiaina lied. “Looked way worse than it actually was.” She said, smiling at him. 

“Yeet!” He said, making Jaiaina roll her eyes. “We goin’ out to celebrate our big win tonight, you in?”  

Jaiaina let her eyes cut over to Josh who thankfully wasn’t looking at her. “Uh. I can’t. I have plans already.” That got Josh’s attention. He looked up from his phone and squinted his eyes at her. He wasn't normally one for gossip but he had heard some things about Jaiaina and another one of their co-workers recently. 

“So the rumors are true huh?” He said with a scoff. “You move on fast.” Jaiaina cut her eyes back over to him and glared. 

“Excuse me?” She asked, crossing her arms over her chest. 

Josh sucked his teeth and narrowed his eyes at her. “You heard me.” 

Jon let his eyes ping pong between the two of them. He knew he needed to stop them before they became explosive. “Uce, come on. It ain’t worth it. ” Jon said trying to pull his brother along but Josh wasn’t budging. “Josh, stop. Let’s go Uce” 

“Yeah, I think that's a good idea,” Jaiaina said as she rolled her eyes and turned to walk away from them.  6 months of silence and the first thing he said to her is something about some bullshit ass rumors?! Pathetic 

“And then he had the nerve to talk about me moving on too fast,” Jaiaina said to Trinity and Carmella as they sat in the VIP section of a club. “I mean, he broke up with me. What does he care if I moved on or not.” She said as she downed another shot. Carmelle and Trinity shared a look but didn’t say anything.  “And what fucking rumors?!” She turned to her best friends. “Yall heard rumors about me?” She let out a scoff and rolled her eyes when they both nodded. 

“Yeah, but we obviously don't believe it,”  Carmella said. 

“What's the rumor though?” 

Carmella shrugged and sipped her drink. “Something about you and AJ” 

Jaiaina's eyes widened. “AJ STYLES?!” She asked louder than necessary. “Ew, what the fuck. Where did that fucking come from?”

 Carmella sighed. “Okay, here's what I know. Apparently, someone saw you and him  leaving a hotel room together a couple of weeks ago.”

 Jaiaina scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Do these people know that he’s married and I would never do that to Wendy or his children?” She sighed. “And Josh knows that Allen was my mentor during my time in TNA.” 

“Girl you know how Josh is. He’s being an ass because he misses you.” Trinity said and Jaiaina rolled her eyes.  

“Yeah well, he shouldn’t believe rumors about me.” 

“And you miss him too, right?” Trinity questioned. 

Jaiania rolled her eyes. “Of course I miss him, I never said I didn’t.”

“ Do you still love him?” 

Jaiaian took another sip of her drink before answering. “Yes I still love him, but it is extremely obvious that he never did. We break up and the first thing he does is go fuck on one of our coworkers? That’s foul. Now every time I walk past that hoe she got a fucking smirk on her face that I wanna smack off. ” 

Trinity and Carmella found themselves nodding along with Jaiaina’s statement. It was an extremely foul thing for Josh to do. 

“I still don’t know what possessed him to do that. “ 

“I do.” Jaiaina rolled her eyes. “He been wanting to fuck Dasha. Surprised he didn’t do it  while we were dating.” 

Trinity rolled her eyes at her friend. “Josh may have been an asshole but we all know he wouldn’t cheat on you.”��

Jaiaina hummed as she took a sip of her drink. She then eyed her friend. “Shouldn’t you be out celebrating with your husband?” 

“Oh, about that.” 

Jai narrowed her eyes at Trinity before letting out a gasp. “You didn’t !” 

“I’m sorry! I know we already planned this girl's night and I didn’t wanna flake on y'all.” 

Jai scoffed and turned towards Carmella who was already looking at her with guilty eyes. 

“I invited  Corey too.” 

Jaiaina had to stop herself from throwing a temper tantrum. “You guys” she whined. “Girls night mean just girls.” She pouted. 

Trinity and Carmella burst into laughter. “We’re sorry! But look, we can have a girl's night once we go back to Florida. Just us.” 

“Fine,” Jaiaina said, still pouting. Just as she was about to take another sip of her drink, Jon, Josh and… Dasha fucking Jackson. Jaiaina scoffed and adverted her eyes from the couple. 

“I’m sorry,” Trin whispered as stood and greeted her husband and Corey purposely ignoring Josh and Dasha. Carmella did the same and Jaiania couldn’t have been more grateful for her friends. 

Don’t let it get to you, Don’t let it get to you. She repeated in her head as Dasha made a point of showing she was Josh’s girl now by placing a kiss on his lips. Once Dasha looked in her direction, Jaiaina stood from her seat and walked over to the bar. The drama was something she did not need nor want tonight. 

She let out a heavy sigh as she leaned against the bar. She had successfully gone months without being in the same space as Josh because it hurt. It hurt to look at him and not be with him. She said some foul things the day they broke up and so did he, but she never expected him to literally go and fuck another woman THE SAME NIGHT. 

“C’mon, you too pretty to be frowning.” Jaiaina had to stop herself from swinging on the slimeball that just slithered his way next to her. She turned her head to the side to face him and he smiled thinking he got her attention. She cringed at the food he had stuck in his teeth. 

“Thank you,” She said referring to the compliment. “But, uh no thanks.” She said referring to his advances. The bartender set down her rum punch, Jaiaina grabbed the drink and tried to walk away but the guy grabbed her arm. 

“Don’t be fucking rude.” He scoffed. “You didn’t even ask me my name.” 

“That’s cause I don’t wanna know your name!” She said, trying to pull her arm out of his grasp. Just from how tight his grip was, she knew she was going to have a bruise. “Let go of me!” 

“Don’t be such a bitch!” He spat at her, Just as Jai was lifting her knee to hit him in his balls, he was forcefully grabbed, which caused him to release her arm. 

“The fuck is you doin’?!”  

Jaiaina let out a gasp as Josh pushed the slimeball down to the ground. By now, more than half of the bar had turned their attention to them. “Don’t put ya’ fucking hands on her like that. Fuck is wrong witchu?!” 

Slimy McSlimerson tried to kick his feet at Josh but Josh sidestepped them and then kicked slimeball in his face, knocking him onto his back. Slimy let out a groan as he started to hold his now broken nose. 

“You alright?” The bartender asked coming around the bar and taking Jai’s arm in his hands, inspecting it. “You want me to call the cops?” 

Josh gently pulled Jaiaina away from the bartender, making him drop her arm. Jaiaina’s eyebrows furrowed together as Josh wrapped his arm around her and pulled her closer, tucking her into his side.  “Nah, we good,” Josh said eyeing Slimy on the ground. Josh was tempted to knock Slimy’s teeth down his throat but decided against it as he led Jai out of the club and into the night's cool air. 

Jaiaina said nothing as she let Josh lead her outside. She momentarily allowed herself to lean into his familiar touch before remembering their current situation. “I’m fine now.” She said, taking another step away from him. “You can go back into the bar.” 

“And leave you out here?” He asked. “Bab–Jaiaina, you shaking.” 

“Okay, so send Trin or Mella out here. Go back inside.”  Josh sucked bus teeth and pulled off his black bomber jacket he was wearing and handed it to her. 

“Just take the damn jacket Jai” 

“I don’t want your damn jacket, Joshua. And I damn sure didn’t need your help back there. I had it.”

Josh scoffed and grabbed her arm, making them both look down at the purple bruise that was forming. “Yeah okay.” He snorted. He hated that she was so stubborn. “You can hate me all you want Jaiaina. But if you gon’ wait out here in the damn cold, take the damn jacket.” 

Jaiaina huffed and snatched the jacket out of his hands. “Happy?” She asked with a sarcastic smile and she slid her arms into the jacket. 

“Very.” Just as he said that the side door to the bar opened and her group of friends and Dasha spilled out. Dasha eyed the jacket and then narrowed her eyes at Josh, who was still looking at Jaiaina. 

“Girl! Are you okay?!” Trinity cried out as she and Leah rushed over to their best friend. Jai broke eye contact with Josh and turned her head towards her friends. 

“I’m fine. Just some weirdo who doesn’t understand the meaning of No.”  

Trinity, being the emotional drunk wrapped her arms around Jai’s head and pulled her down, so Jai’s head was resting on her breast. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t there to help you friend.” She whispered as a few tears slipped down her face. Jon and Josh sucked their teeth. 

“Man, Trin get off her.” Jai let out a soft laugh as Jon pulled Trinity away from her. 

“Did I ruin the mood? Or can we go back in?” Jaiaina asked. 

“Hell no! You didn’t ruin the mood! C’mon!” Leah said as she grabbed Trinity’s and Jaiaina’s hands and started to lead them inside. 

“Actually. I’m not in the party spirit anymore… We’re gonna head back to the hotel. Dasha said as she walked over to Josh. Jaiaina hated the way her heart tightened in her chest. Jaiaina watched as Dasha slipped her hand into Josh’s, her fingers curling around his in that intimate, effortless way that people who were in love did. 

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay for a bit longer?” Josh asked, his voice soft but laced with that familiar warmth Jaiaina had once loved.

Dasha's hand tightened around his. “I’m sure. Come on, let’s go.” There was a finality to her words that Jaiaina couldn’t ignore.

Jaiaina’s chest tightened. It shouldn’t hurt this much. It shouldn’t hurt at all.

She and Josh had broken up for a reason—no matter how hard it had been. She told herself she was over it. Jaiaina forced herself to look away from the couple. 

“I think I'm gonna head back too. I forgot I have an early flight to Birmingham in the morning.” 

Birmingham? Josh arched his eyebrow at the mention of Birmingham. He knew there was only one reason why she was going there, which meant she lied to Jon earlier when he asked about her arm. 

Trinity and Leah shot her playful glares, but their smiles quickly softened into teasing hugs. After making Jaiaina promise to hang out once all three of them were in Florida, Jon, Trin, Leah and Corey walked back inside the bar. 

Jaiaina stood there awkwardly. She pulled her phone out of her clutch and ordered an Uber. She could feel Josh and Dasha’s eyes on her. 

“Oh, your jacket,” Dasha said as their Uber pulled up. 

“She can keep it. It’s cold as hell out here Baby.” Baby.. just hearing that Josh had a nickname for Dasha made Jaiaina sick to her stomach.  

“It’s fine..” Jaiaina trailed off as she took the jack off and handed it back to Josh. “I should have brought out my own coat.” 

“Yeah, you should have.” Dasha scoffed and snatched the jacket out of Jai’s hands. 

Be the bigger person Jaiaina thought, don’t beat this bitch’s ass. 

“C’mon man, you ain't have to snatch it,” Josh muttered as he walked towards the Uber. Dasha rolled her eyes and stomped after him. 

“Well, why did you give her your jacket? Could have let the hoe freeze for all I care.” 

Jaiaina gritted her teeth as the door to the Uber slammed shut and they drove away. She closed her eyes and tried to remember the deep breathing exercises her therapist told her to do. Forcing herself to take slow, deliberate breaths in and out. In through the nose, out through the mouth...

It didn’t work. Not this time.

Dasha was so lucky that Jaiaina actually enjoyed her job, cause Jai would have BEEN beat her ass by now. 

Jaiaina’s head had barely hit the pillow before three sharp, rhythmic knocks echoed through the room. Her stomach twisted into knots at the sound of the knocks. 

There was only one person in the whole world that knew three was her safe number. Sighing, she threw the covers off of her, grabbed her pink Versace robe, and opened the door.

“Why did you lie to twin earlier?” Jaiaina blinked. 

What?” she scoffed, a quick laugh escaping her. “What are you talking about?”

“Earlier, Jon asked about your arm. You said you were fine but you not. Why you going to Birmingham in the morning.” 

“What I have going on in my life doesn’t concern you anymore Joshua,” Jaiaina said firmly, trying to shut down the conversation before it could go any further.

“Don’t do that.” He muttered, his eyes never leaving hers. “Don’t act like you weren’t a major part of my life.” 

“I was. Not anymore Joshua. Go back to Dasha and leave me alone.” 

Josh’s jaw tightened as he took a deep breath trying to compose himself. “Look, I know –” 

“No,” Jaiaina said as she started to shake her head. “I’m not doing this with you.” Josh looked confused as she started to close the door in his face, at the last second, he put his foot in between the door and the fame. Jaiaine huffed as he easily overpowered her and gently pushed her away from the door. 

She stomped over to the bed and threw herself down on it, while Josh shut the door behind her and went to sit in the armchair that was placed between the bed and the window. 

“Josh, it's been six months since we last talked. Let’s just go back to that.” 

“I don’t want to. I fucking miss you Jaiaina.” 

Jaiaina laughed making Josh scoff. 

“The hell so funny?” 

“YOU!” She exclaimed as she jumped from the bed and pointed at him. “You think you can just come swoop in like some type of Superman after what you did?! Fuck off, Joshua!” 

“Jai, I know I said some fucked up shit but -” 

“Said?! No nigga. It's about what you did!” She cut him off.  “The fact that you fucked that bitch the same night we broke up was foul as hell Joshua!” 

“Woah!” He called out, jumping to his feet. “I ain't do no shit like that. Fuck is you talking about.” 

Jaiaina let out a humorless laugh. “Yeah okay.” She said mockingly with a roll of her eyes. “The bitch already told anybody who would listen. The same night you walked out of our hotel room, you went to her! And you fucked her.” Jaiaina couldn’t hold it back anymore, the tears that threatened to spill since the bar came flowing down her face.

"Jai, I swear to you, that's ain’t what happened," Josh said, his voice low and urgent. He took a step towards her, but Jaiaina backed away, shaking her head.

“Don’t Joshua. Just leave.” 

“Hell no. I’m not going anywhere. I lost you once, I’m not doing It again.” 

Jaiaina childishly covered her ears. “I’m not listening to any of the bullshit you are spewing tonight Joshua!” She uncovered her ears and narrowed her eyes at Josh. “Okay let's just say, you didn’t have sex with her the same night. You’re still with her now! And don’t deny it, I heard you call her baby.” When Josh didn’t deny it, Jaiaina felt her heart break even more. “Please just go. Go back to your girlfriend and go back to ignoring me.” She whispered as she lowered her eyes to the ground. 

Jaiaina heard him sniffle but she didn’t lift her head to look at him. “I never wanted to hurt you Jai.” Jaiaina didn’t say anything back, she didn’t have anything to say. She was exhausted. She just wanted to go to sleep and forget all about Josh by the morning. 

Josh sighed and started walking towards the door, the silence between them was too much. It was suffocating. He wanted to fix it. He wanted to make things right. But he didn’t know how. With one last glance at Jaiaina, he turned and walked out the door. 

As soon as the door shut, Jaiaina broke down, she covered her mouth with her hand to try and hide her sobs. Outside, Josh leaned against the closed door, his forehead pressed against the cool wood. He could hear Jaiaina's muffled cries through the thin barrier, and each sob felt like a knife twisting in his gut. He wanted nothing more than to burst back in, to take her in his arms and explain everything. But he knew she wouldn't listen, not now.

April 18th 2017

Birmingham, Alabama

Jaiaina knew it was stupid to go through this surgery alone, but WWE provided the best doctors so she knew she was in good hands. 

Waking up from surgery was a feeling she would never get used to. She let out a groan at the dull ache in her right shoulder and immediately she heard someone shh her and place a straw at her lips. The comforting sensation of the water helped clear some of the haze, but as she blinked her eyes open, the shock of who was sitting next to her hit her like a ton of bricks.

“I gotchu, relax.” 

“What are you doing here?” She whispered,  her voice scratchy and weak from the anesthesia.

“Making sure you alright and not alone.” 

“Josh please –” 

He shushed her again. “I broke whatever I had with Dasha off. Imma be truthful and say that yeah, I got with her to fuck with you after I heard the rumor about you and AJ but, I did not have sex with her that same night. To be honest, I never had sex with her, I haven’t had sex with anybody since you.” 

Jaiaina’s jaw dropped open. She didn’t know how to respond to that. She had spent the past six months hating Josh because she thought he was a slimy asshole. She didn’t know how to feel right now. 

“Josh I-”  She started, 

“I’m not asking you to forgive me, Jaiaina,” Josh continued, his voice soft but firm. “Not right away. Aight? I know I messed up, and I know it’s not gonna be easy. But I’m willing to work this out, but only if you want to.”

Jaiaina stared into his eyes, no matter how hard she tried she would never get rid of the love she had for this man. It was a big relief to finally hear the truth about the night that they broke up but he still hurt her by ignoring her for six months. 

“Please.” He whispered. “I always seen you in my life. Always seen you as the mother of my kids. Just give me one more chance.” 

Jaiaina’s breath caught in her throat. This was the most vulnerable she had ever seen him in the three years they had dated. 

“Okay,” She whispered, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. “But I swear on everything I love, this is your LAST chance.” 

Josh's face lit up with a mixture of relief and hope. He gently took Jaiaina's hand, careful not to disturb the IV line. “I promise you, I won't mess this up again. I love you too damn much.” 

Jaiaina stared at him for a second before a small smile came across her face. “I love you too.” 

Authors Note: I'm sorry if this sucked 😮‍💨😫

I've had this halfway written for about a year and just decided to say fuck it and finish it. I really do hope you all enjoy it! ❤️

Side Note:

Jaiaina had torn rotator cuff.

Josh definitely bribed and threatened an intern to tell him what was wrong with Jaiaina LOL!

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[andrewsleftarmband]

Foxes Walk Out Songs

Ive seen this done a couple times and wanted to do it myself!! Slight modern au cuz I’m too lazy to find period accurate songs.

Dan Wilds

The Greatest by Sia

I think she’d choose this one to sort of hype herself up, and hype her team.

The pre chorus repeat of “I won’t give up” is just so Dan to me and I think she’d agree.

Matt Boyd

My guy Matt is definitely charging into the court to the raucous melody of

Turn Down For What by DJ Snake and Lil Jon

My guy is picking the hypest song he can think of and he’s gonna get that crowd GOING

Renee Walker

Sunday Best by Surfaces

Idk I think Renee would want something upbeat and happy

This song is so Renee coded like “feeling blessed, never stressed” is definitely a sticker she’d have on her water bottle

Allison Reynolds

Allison is 100% picking a hot girl bop and a half

And that song is On My Mama by Victoria Monet

I think she’d pick this song obviously for the hot girl vibes but also as another fuck you to her parents. “They say she get it from her mama, imma say you fucking right”

Nicky Hemmick

Now Nicky is picking an iconic gay anthem to strut out to in the most flamboyant way he can

And that song is I’m Coming Out by Diana Ross

I think he’d find the literal interpretation funny, but also he’s definitely the type to shout from the rooftops that he’s gay and this is a way to do that

Aaron 100% rolled his eyes when nicky picked this one

Aaron Minyard

Okay here’s how this went (I read a fic where something similar happened I’m just changing the circumstances lol)

I think Aaron would just avoid choosing something for lack of caring

And I think Nicky would decide to choose for him

But when Nicky suggests Man in the Mirror by Michael Jackson, he almost immediately shuts the idea down

But then he sees a little quirk of andrews eyebrow betraying a hint of amusement

And he chooses Man in the Mirror

One could laugh at it, but one could also get depressed by looking too closely at “I’m asking him to change his ways”

But I’m choosing to laugh

Neil Josten

This one was hard, I went through a couple options before landing on what I think would be funniest while being something he might actually pick

I don’t think Neil would know what to pick so I think Andrew would just show him a bunch of songs until he picked one

And I think he would eventually land on Centuries by Fall Out Boy

For one thing Andrew def listens to the emo trinity

For another I think the song has Neil’s fuck you im going to win energy that he brings to the court

One could look more closely at Neil “I’m finally a real person” Josten picking a song saying “you will remember me”

I love it

Andrew Minyard

This was actually the hardest

Because I don’t think Andrew would actually care enough to participate

But I can also see him using it as an opportunity to be a little shit

So I think he’d look wymack directly in the eye and choose Crazy Train by Ozzy Osbourne

Just to watch him sigh and put a hand to his forehead in exasperation

And I think the rest of the team would find it funny

Anyways, lmk what you think or if I’m like way off the mark here.

[cellsshapedlikestars]

I'm obsessed with people doing Jonsa romcom AUs but giving Jon the role of the female protagonist. Like your post about the Jonsa princess diaries AU where Jon is Mia. Now i'm imagining like a Jonsa Twilight AU where Jon is Bella. Loner depressed newbie falling in love with the gorgeous but distant redhead. The Starks being weirdo vampires who just go to high school all the time. The Targs being the weirdo Italian vampires who want to steal the gifted ones. Jon's special power being >>unreadable<<. Single parent chief of police Lyanna Snow. I guess the werewolves would be... the wildlings? Or maybe the Starks are the wolves and Jonella chooses them over the vampires lmaoooo sorry I got too excited about this, I was going to give more examples of other rom coms. I love how you can kind of insert that ship into any piece of media and it still works

look what you made me do anon

[syndrossi]

Ah, re-read Ned I and I really like the voice you gave him. It feels right -- a Lord's voice, full of the tangled logic or figuring out what's going on and making decisions, but also soft and gentle with two very scared children.

I wonder how he and Daemon will get along when Daemon eventually arrives, especially considering Ned just asked Daemon's sons to call him 'father'.

I did debate with myself just how "sharp" Ned would be reasoning about the twins' possible origins, and their implications, but the thing with Ned is that he's not stupid. His flaw is more that he assumes others will play by the rules and although he's willing to entertain suspicions about people, like Baelish, once they "prove" themselves to him, he tends to trust them. I also feel like he's uniquely poorly equipped to deal with Lannisters, because he's all order and honor, and they are pure, rulebreaking chaos. (Jaime attacking his men, Cersei tearing up Robert's final decree, Joffrey's bloodthirst for his head, Tyrion's...everything.)

Given Jon's Targaryen ties, I'm willing to bet he's kept himself reasonably apprised of all things Targaryen. He doesn't have spies of his own, but he knows the Rhaella's surviving children fled to Essos. He's aware of the Golden Company, since they're well known sellswords. He knows what happened to the Blackfyres, and that they use Targaryen names. So he is capable of putting the pieces together enough to come up with a fairly reasonable explanation for who the twins are.

But the whys and hows and the full dangers of claiming them to be his bastards (which, on the surface, seems to protect Jon) don't entirely occur to him in the way they might to others. Or they do on some level, but he also doesn't want to doom two children, much less some of Jon's only surviving Targaryen kin, to death.

(I just realized that by Ned's theory, the twins would be Jon's little uncles. How cute!)

As to Daemon's reaction...well. He's a bit more secure about being the twins' father after two years, but given Ned's bond with Jon, and how familiar he is with him, and how natural it seems for Jon to defer to him, and the clear affection, let's just say that some of his insecurities are going to come roaring back as righteous anger. Hopefully someone quickly explains to him that Ned claiming that his sons are his bastards was a means of protecting them...

[gothamite-rambler]

Jon and Damian being best friends (and better friends than their father)

Jon and Damian were in the middle of a heated Fortnite match, battling against other online players when one player, Ballbuster335, started trash-talking them after a loss.

Ballbuster335: Y’all are trash! I swear.

Damian (clarifying): We lost because of you.

Ballbuster335: I told Superboy9000 to cover! He messed up! Damn, he’s such trash, dude! TRASH!

Jon lowered his head, a look of defeat on his face. Damian set his controller down and pulled out his phone, quickly searching for information on Ballbuster335.

Jon (softly): I’m sorry—

Damian (calmly): Ballbuster335, Sunnyvale Avenue, New Jersey, Jared Davis. You work at a Dollar Tree. I won’t hesitate to drive over and put my foot up your ass if you don’t apologize and log off.

The irate player fell silent, while snickers from the other players could be heard in the background.

Damian: What’s wrong, Jared? Upset that your failed NFT business left you broke? Cursing out middle schoolers after joining our party? Lost a game due to your own mistakes, or are you just scared that I will find you? I saw your internet history, too.

Jared remained speechless, an audible gulp echoing in the chat.

Damian: Why’d you stop talking? Is it because you live close by? Or because if you keep attacking my friend, I’ll find you and deal with you? Insult me all you want, but if you mess with Jon, you're messing with the wrong person. Log off, or I can get there really fast.

A log-out ping sounded as Jared exited without offering an apology, but Jon wasn’t complaining.

Damian: Such a shame. Well, would everyone else like to continue?

The other gamers nodded in agreement, eager to keep playing. Jon smiled and playfully nudged Damian with his arm. Damian shrugged with a grin.

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Jon: What’s one nice thing you can say about me?

Damian: You’re st... I mean, you are funny and make me smile.

Jon (eyes lighting up): You think I’m funny?

Damian (sighing): I hate to admit it, but you are.

Jon: And I give the best hugs!

Damian: I never said th—

Jon enveloped Damian in a tight hug. Damian sighed having expected this, but patted his friend’s arm with a smile.

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After a successful mission, Damian carried Jon in his arms as they made their way back to Jon’s house.

Jon (arms wrapped around Damian's shoulders): Ain’t this something, pal? You’re carrying me like a true friend would.

Damian (exhausted): Yep, remind me why I’m carrying you again?

Jon: My healing factor isn't as good as my dad's.

Damian (stating the obvious): Okay, but you have one.

Jon: Yeah, but... you’re really strong.

Damian (mulling it over and accepting): That’s a fact, but I’m dropping you when I can guarantee we’re safe.

Jon: When will that be?

Damian (as they enter a cul-de-sac): Drop.

Jon was unceremoniously dropped on the ground, and Damian stepped over him, heading toward Jon's family home.

Damian: Get up.

Jon scrambled to his feet and ran over to Damian, placing his arm on his shoulder as they chatted about what to do for the rest of the night.

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While shopping, Jon spotted a Monster High shirt and, intrigued by its cool design, picked it off the rack.

Jon (smiling): I like this shirt, but I don’t think I can afford it.

Damian swiftly yanked off the shirt tag and headed to the front counter to pay without another word.

Jon (trying to stop him): Damian, wait! Stop buying me stuff. We’ve been over this.

Damian (paying for the item): I told you, my friend language is gifting things. I don’t expect anything in return either. It’s just how I operate. Let it happen.

Jon: But won’t your dad be mad you’re using his money?

Damian: Considering he’s insanely rich and my mom is too... I don’t think he’ll notice I borrowed his credit card for the day. He lets me take it anyway. Buying clothes and necessities for my friend is just a bonus. You're a necessity I need to finance.

Jon: Aww, that’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever said to me.

Damian: I do have a way with words.

The cashier, who had listened to the entire exchange, widened her eyes in surprise as she handed Damian his receipt.

Cashier: Christ, my friends usually beg me for money and you're doing this? Kid, you're lucky.

Damian: He is, thank you. Jon, you want anything else?

Jon: Um... I’m good—

Cashier: Dude, there’s a sale, and your friend just said he’ll buy you anything! Pick out a couple more shirts at least. I don’t mean to interject, but this kid seems awesome.

Damian (smiling): Jon, listen to the nice saleswoman.

Jon sighed, smiling as he relented.

Jon: Fine, but I’m picking out something for you as well.

Damian nodded, following Jon to the shirts section of the store, ready for more shopping adventures together.

[agentrouka-blog]

In one of your posts you talk about how wall imagery is used to describe Sansa’s boundaries (her “wall of courtesy” which deflects Tyrion, an unwanted lover foisted upon her by her situation as a captive in KL). The post also mentioned how Ygritte cried after scaling the wall from fear (the wall again deflecting an unwanted lover foisted upon Jon as a captive of the FF) . So clearly there’s some associations being made between those two and wall imagery. It got me thinking, isn’t there a moment in the books where Jon thinks that Sansa’s eyes would tear up at the sight of the wall in wonder, contrasting Ygritte’s reaction? 👀

(my wall of ice tag) (I'm not sure which post you specifically refer to, so I just linked to the tag.)

That quote by Jon is actually not referring to the Wall, but happens quite a bit beyond the Wall near Craster's Keep, where the landscape has been transformed overnight as the rain-soaked surroundings have frozen.

The pale pink light of dawn sparkled on branch and leaf and stone. Every blade of grass was carved from emerald, every drip of water turned to diamond. Flowers and mushrooms alike wore coats of glass. Even the mud puddles had a bright brown sheen. Through the shimmering greenery, the black tents of his brothers were encased in a fine glaze of ice. So there is magic beyond the Wall after all. He found himself thinking of his sisters, perhaps because he'd dreamed of them last night. Sansa would call this an enchantment, and tears would fill her eyes at the wonder of it, but Arya would run out laughing and shouting, wanting to touch it all. (ACOK, Jon III)

While the quote doesn't create a direct contrast between Sansa and Ygritte, it creates a beautiful comparison between Sansa and Jon. One sees "magic", and the other would see "an enchantment". It's GRRM showing us how their aesthetic and romantic sensibilities match pretty well and that Jon actually knows and appreciates this about Sansa. Consider his utterly poetic language here. And we know that Jon is correct in his assessment of Sansa, because we see her respond in this way to other scenes of natural beauty, during the cloud castle scenes and the snowy garden in the Eyrie where she will proceed to build her snow castle. Both of which happen in the dawn light, as well.

Furthermore, the scene is a direct answer to a moment in the previous book:

The little man gestured up at the Wall with a gnarled black walking stick. "As I was saying … why is it that when one man builds a wall, the next man immediately needs to know what's on the other side?" He cocked his head and looked at Jon with his curious mismatched eyes. "You do want to know what's on the other side, don't you?" "It's nothing special," Jon said. He wanted to ride with Benjen Stark on his rangings, deep into the mysteries of the haunted forest, wanted to fight Mance Rayder's wildlings and ward the realm against the Others, but it was better not to speak of the things you wanted. "The rangers say it's just woods and mountains and frozen lakes, with lots of snow and ice." (AGOT, Jon III)

Ironically, this conversation is between Jon and the man who will be Sansa's forced husband and contemplate what's on the other side of her wall of icy politeness.

Tyrion never makes it past the ice wall, either one. Jon discovers magic there, that reminds him of Sansa.

[jbaileyfansite]

GQ Magazine Interview (2024)

It’s about four hours before the Los Angeles premiere of Wicked, and the actor Jonathan Bailey, who’s playing the male lead Fiyero in the feverishly-anticipated movie musical, is busy… playing Lego?

“I’m currently constructing,” he tells me, “the Atlantic Ocean of a globe, which I'm building as I travel around the globe [for Wicked].”

In a sunny Santa Monica hotel, in the middle of a whirlwind international promo tour for Wicked—director Jon M. Chu’s screen adaptation of the megahit Broadway musical, starring Ariana Grande and Cynthia Erivo—the award-winning star of Bridgerton and Fellow Travelers says that playing with Lego has become one of the things helping him stay centered. “Lego’s 18+ Adult level, that's what gets me going these days,” he says.

It is, after all, a high-stakes moment for Bailey. Fan expectations for Wicked are sky-high, and every detail of the project’s rollout has been the subject of intense scrutiny.

Even Bailey’s seemingly innocuous decision to wear shorts to a photocall for Wicked in Australia made waves, and photos of Bailey in black pleated shorts and a sheer black long-sleeved polo by Giuliva Heritage quickly went viral—the gams seen ‘round the world.

“The idea of a very relaxed, elevated day look is something I've always enjoyed,” Bailey tells me, about the fit. “And of course, in Sydney and down under, we should be showing down under.”

“It's funny,” he continues. “Sometimes, you feel like what you decide to wear chooses you. The waist, the cut of the trouser, the pleat, and the waist—it made me feel very elegant.”

When the photos spread on social media, comments sections buzzed with people wondering about Bailey’s leg workout. Inquiring minds want to know: how does the Winkie prince get those legs?

“Well, they should be dancing from a very young age,” he says, laughing. “It's encouraging your sons to dance and do ballet. I played rugby growing up as well, and I play a lot of tennis now. I did ballet for a good few years, and I think the way that the body responds to that and gymnastics, I think, that's the key… Lots of handstands and deep squats.”

Another moment on the press tour that’s already gone viral is a video where Bailey talks about a small travel mishap during pre-production, in which every part of his Fiyero costume wound up stuck in airport limbo—except the footwear. "There's an amazing photo,” Bailey teases in the clip, “that no one's ever gonna see of me, in nothing but my boots, which sort of felt right for Fiyero somehow.”

When I bring it up, he reiterates firmly: “Never to be seen.” But maybe, I propose, that photo finally makes an appearance in a future museum retrospective on his career, the kind London’s Victoria and Albert Museum does for Britain’s most iconic performers? “Literally, let's not get ahead of ourselves,” he says, laughing. “There'll be maybe some shed in the Cotswolds that will be some sort of weird relic to my former career. Maybe it will be laminated there.”

It’s been exciting to watch Bailey’s red-carpet evolution in the last few years. Early in his career, the actor mainly stuck to more traditionally buttoned-up suit-and-tie looks. But recently, there’s a newfound confidence and playfulness to his red carpet style, a willingness to flip some red carpet traditions—and a frisky inclination to show off that body.

Part of that confidence has to do with just how fit the actor is. “I probably am in the best shape I've ever been,” he says. But it goes deeper than that: “I honestly think it reflects a confidence in identity, in one's self,” he says. “You realize how important it is just to be completely yourself.”

“Jonny is a whimsical, mischievous delight, so we try to show that through his sartorial choices,” says Emma Jade Morrison, his stylist. “He is joyful and cheeky, with an old soul, so I love to modernize classic shapes through colors, materials and saucy bits of skin.”

For the Los Angeles premiere of Wicked last night, Bailey once again turned heads in an exciting ensemble—this time, in custom Versace, in a slinky, body-caressing chainmail shirt paired with immaculately white trousers, ruby-red slippers and a poppy boutonniere. (The cherry on top? A mischievous tuft of chest hair peeking out from that Versace shirt.)

“It was Donatella’s idea to allow me to wear the chain mail, the iconic Versace chain mail,” he says. “It's so part of the Versace DNA, and I wanted that DNA pumping around my veins tonight. It's a beautiful thing to wear.”

Bailey, who calls himself “obsessed” with the ‘90s, remembers the iconic image of Kate Moss in a Versace chainmail dress from 1999. “The thing that I remember is the way that it clings to the form of the body. It feels sculptural and sexy,” he says. “All I can see is the way she moved, [the way it] caressed every nook and curve and cranny… I'm excited to be celebrating nooks and crannies tonight.”

“From my moodboard, Donatella and her team honed in on two images of Errol Flynn and Cary Grant and put their iconic Versace twist on them,” Jade Morrison tells me. “We kept the shapes classic and the shirt a bit slouchy to stay true to Jonny’s style. There is literally no material as sexy as Versace chainmail and using chainmail felt like a princely nod to the Winkie Prince.”

“We loved the red slippers with the poppy—as Dorothy says, there’s no place like home, especially since the LA premiere was the weekend before Remembrance Day in the U.K.,” Morrison continues. “Versace also made us a Winkie Prince bomber—a perfect ode to varsity jackets of the 1930s and something that Fiyero would absolutely wear himself.”

“That's the thing about Wicked, and that's the thing about Oz,” Bailey adds. “It's like visually and thematically so inspiring to so many generations that when you work with creators like Donatella, and you work with fashion houses who have so much to say and [we have] so much respect [for] and so much in archive that we feel so nostalgic about these fashion pieces, it's like everyone just goes off like fireworks. And you come up with something incredible.”

Last time Bailey and I spoke, we were doing a mini pub crawl through Manhattan’s West Village with his Fellow Travelers co-star Matt Bomer last year, to talk about their work on the acclaimed series. During that interview, Bailey talked about the tricky balance he had to strike in order to shoot Wicked, Bridgerton and Fellow Travelers simultaneously. Now, with the benefit of hindsight, he sees how the projects inadvertently informed each other—and emboldened him as an actor.

“I just look back on Fellow Travelers with such fond memories,” he tells me now. “The confidence in telling that story, I think, is actually present throughout Fiyero. Wicked is so about identity. The resonance of the themes is even louder I think on film... Playing Tim [on Fellow Travelers] just beforehand allowed me to sort of maybe expand the part in a way that I wouldn't have done otherwise.”

At Wicked’s Sydney premiere last week, Bailey experienced a full circle moment that left him in tears. “I sat with my sister, who’s based in Sydney, and had my two nieces watching it for the first time in front of an audience. And I felt a volcanic sense of emotion,” he says.

“Me and my sister went to the back and had a pint and we both just had a good cry. What Jon Chu has achieved in this film is exactly the sort of cinematic experience, that my whole entire family loved [when I was] growing up, and it's what inspired me in the first place to want to [become an actor].”

At 36, Bailey is a veteran of the stage and the screen—he’s stolen scenes in Phoebe Waller-Bridge’s acclaimed pre-Fleabag series Crashing, held his own with Patti LuPone in a revival of Stephen Sondheim’s Company, and broken hearts in his award-winning turn on Fellow Travelers. But he’s hardly jaded and still finds himself overcome with emotion during various career milestones. “The wonder hasn't left me,” he says.

It’s that same wonder he hopes to impart to young viewers watcing Wicked. “The idea that some lads somewhere might turn to their mom and dad and go, ‘I really want to dance’? That's what it's all about.”

“And also,” he says, with a laugh, “they'll get bloody good legs in the process.”

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[fxckn-sxck-fr]

Hii!! Just a thought, would any of the yanderes baby trap a particularly difficult reader?

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐂 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘-𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆…

!!! GN reader, children (lmao), manipulation, coercion into parenting, delusions, slight threats, impregnation mention (it’s not the reader, though), obligatory Tim Drake warning, mentions of possible harm to children.

I’m assuming you just mean the comic book yanderes. Let’s see!

I kept the actual baby-acquisition vague. Could be one or both of y’all’s biological kid, could be adopted, could be kidnapped. Who knows! I also gave them ratings on how they would be as a father, cuz why not.

Bruce Wayne: Yes. Absolutely. This is Bruce we’re talking about. You know, the guy who’s never beating the empty-nester allegations? As long as you’re with him, you’re bound to end up with a kid one way or another. Whether he set out to baby trap you or ended up with a child by chance, he is for sure going to hold it over your head. This kid is going to have both of their parents in their life, biological or not. It’s like a new kid spawns in the manor every time you get even a little bit rebellious. (7/10 father; still has his issues, but he’s learned from his past mistakes.)

Bucky Barnes: Okay, I don’t think he’d initially see himself as a family man. Just never crossed his mind, given his life as the Winter Solider. If he did end up with a kid, it would definitely be by accident. But when that happens, he’ll start to give it a little more thought. The idea of a family… it sounds so domestic; so normal. Uh-oh. Instant baby fever. Now he wants even more kids, and he’ll acquire them by any means necessary. Doesn’t manipulate you with any children, but you may feel obligated to stick around; the Winter Soldier does NOT seem like the type to be good at parenting. (5/10 father; doesn’t know what he’s doing, but he’s at least enthusiastic.)

Clark Kent: This man wants the classic nuclear family life. While he wouldn’t set out to baby-trap you, it will inadvertently happen with his desire for children. He wants to be tackled by at least 3 kids every time he comes home! And if he’s already had Jon, I can see him making it his mission to find the perfect spouse; that’s how he finds you!! Oh, you’re not good with kids? Doesn’t matter. This man is delusional as fuck. It’s not like he sees you for who you are, anyway. Keep in mind that he’s projecting an idealized version of a spouse onto you. (10/10 father; amazing with kids and is willing to pull your weight when you’re being difficult.)

Dick Grayson: If it comes down to it, he will. Any form of manipulation is fair game, and hey… he’s always dreamed of starting a family of his own one day. Even if you’re not big on kids, he’s willing to play the long game to try and get you to change your mind. And if you never do? Welp. That’s too bad. You’re still gonna end up with a child somehow (Dick’s got plenty of ways to make sure of that). When he finally gets what he wants, he’s for sure using the “think of our kid(s)” card any chance he gets. (9/10 father; he’s a family man at heart, and everyone around him thinks it was only a matter of time.)

Hal Jordan: A bit iffy on starting a family. He doesn’t hate kids, he just isn’t sure if he’s ready. However, as soon as he realizes a child in your life could make you more compliant, he quickly starts to sing a different tune. Now he’s all for having kids!! He’d be obsessed with the power it gives, every interaction between you two having that subtle warning of, “try and escape me now.” Papa-Bear Hal is not a force to be reckoned with. You may find yourself not liking the consequences of trying to break up this happy little family. (8/10 father; there’s a bit of a learning curve for him, but he’ll eventually fall into the groove of it.)

Jaime Reyes: Nope. The thought of having kids makes him sick to his stomach. He knows there’s something wrong with him… god only knows what would happen to his kids. The what if’s would drive him insane, easily trumping the possible gains of baby-trapping you. Sure, it might be a bit tempting — and he’ll admit, a small part of him wishes he could one day be a father — but not only would he feel extremely guilty, he also knows that it’s a bad fucking idea. Hopefully, he can continue to ignore Khaji Da’s own thoughts on the matter. It doesn’t matter how important “continuing the Reyes legacy” is, he’s not taking that risk. (6/10 father; despite his fits of spiraling paranoia, he needs to give himself a little more credit).

Peter Parker: Honestly, it’s a toss up. He’s got his concerns with being a father, but thinking about it makes him all giddy inside. I think this would be another case of accidental baby-trapping. He didn’t set out to do it, but hey… if it works, it works. Any “but what about our kid(s)” that he throws at you is by no means intentional manipulation; he’s just genuinely worried what would happen if you left. Then again, I can also see him slightly doing it. As soon as he realizes it works, he’ll keep it in mind. A thing he’ll tuck away for later and only use when absolutely needed. (9/10 father; loves his kid(s) and would do anything for them).

Remy LeBeau: Yeah, probably. As long as he’s in a position where he can have a kid or two, he’ll go for it. Remy secretly longs for a family (though he’ll never admit it), and if starting one means earning your compliance? Well, shit… that’s just killing two birds with one stone! But again, this depends on if he’s in a position where kids are viable. Should he still have some unfinished business to attend to, he’s not gonna be dumb enough to have kids. Growing up in the Thieves Guild taught him a thing or two about why that’s a bad idea. Otherwise, you are not immune to a sudden baby-acquisition by yours truly. (7/10 father; he gives chill baby daddy vibes who tries his best to be there for his kids.)

Scott Summers: Oh, yeah. It’s guaranteed to happen. This man is committed to having a semi-normal life, no matter how unrealistic that may seem. He wants a family. He wants you to be obedient. He wants a sense of normalcy, goddamnit. Y’all are having a kid whether you want one or not. And he leans heavily towards having a biological kid. If you don’t have the means to get pregnant — or fight tooth and nail against the idea — he’s 100% impregnating someone else and stealing their baby. Yes, it’s a crazy idea. Yes, he’s willing to go that far. Don’t test him. He’ll yell and shout at you about how you need to be there for this fucking kid, even if it’s not yours. It’s in your best interest if you comply. (6/10 father; he’s chronically fighting against the absent father allegations and MIGHT be winning… results are still pending.)

Steve Roger: Poor guy wants to settle down so bad. Yes, he’d baby-trap you, but I can see him feeling guilty for it. He knows it’s wrong, and it would especially weigh down on him if you didn’t even want kids in the first place. But he wants a family so bad. He can’t help it!! And as big of a piece of shit he may feel afterwards, he’ll do what’s necessary to make you behave. You need to be here for your kids! If a little bit of manipulation makes you stay, then so be it. He’s surprisingly good at guilt-tripping, making a good case with the image he has to uphold as Captain America. What would people think if they learned he was a single father? What assumptions would they make about you if you left him? Society might not be all that kind to you. It’s best to just stay. (8/10 father; can get a little busy, but he’s definitely there when it matters the most.)

Tim Drake: Not a fan of kids. There might be a chance of him coming up with a baby-trapping scheme during one of his weird fits, but let’s hope he snaps out of it before it’s too late. Do NOT let bro be a father. On the off-chance that he does acquire a kid… pray. And I mean PRAY. His version of baby-trapping ranges from “but this kid needs you” to “I will fucking kill this kid if you leave.” A situation like this means you have to familiarize yourself with Tim’s mood swings. Be compliant at first, then when he starts to second-guess himself, try to gently coax him into giving this child a better home. Hopefully, that poor kid will survive everything unscathed. Tim wouldn’t know what to do with himself if something bad happened to them. (0/10 father; he’d actually do an alright job when he’s mentally stable, but I think everyone — including Tim himself — would agree that he’d do more harm than good raising a kid.)

Wally West: Yup. No hesitation. As soon as the thought crosses his mind, he will get to scheming immediately. His goal would be to make it seem like a natural evolution, even if you’re not keen on the idea of kids. Wally is such a master at masking his manipulation, to the point where it’s unclear if he’s actually baby-trapping you or not, and by the time you’ve realize it… welp… too late. Arguing with him is absolutely frustrating, cuz Wally West does not argue; he smooth talks until makes you feel like an idiot. Wanna know how cruel he is? Those kids will grow up to be accomplices in his manipulation, whether they know it or not. No one can put a stop to his fuckery. (9/10 parent; turns out to be a phenomenal father, I just have to take a point off simply because raising your kids to be just as manipulative as him probably isn’t good.)

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Heart of the Great Wolf

A Small Bundle's Flash Forward

Pairing: Jon Snow x F!Baratheon!Reader, Robb Stark x F!Baratheon!Reader (One Sided)

Length: 13.5k

Warnings: angst/hurt comfort, allusions to postpartum depression, distressed crying infant, fears of child neglect, insecurities and anxiety, modern!au

Notes: Just a little flash forward to hint at the future to come of our little modern au. Previous Chapter Here. Series Masterlist Here

You should’ve been able to handle it. Catelyn said she’d only be gone a few short hours, you needed to be able to handle it. It wasn’t as if this was your second day as a mother, just the second on your own.

Jons leave had run dry, he used up his off time as much as he could but he had a duty. He could no longer put off going back to work, and he was needed at his station at the Wall more then he was needed here, and nothing he could do here would help them there. He was always very hands on, and you didn’t want to ruin that by making him think you couldn’t handle this. Besides, you were still staying in the main Stark house, and Catelyn had taken time off herself for the first two days to help you now since Jon was gone.

But, there was one hangup. Just for part of the afternoon today, she had an appointment she couldn’t miss that would take a few hours. It would be fine. Until it wasn’t. Until you started feeling overwhelmed and very alone and little Eddard picked up on it. And it started to effect him. Slowly that built between you both in the late morning when Catelyn was leaving but you hid it enough to swallow down and say you would be fine. When you saw the car disappear down the road and now there was no one anywhere on the vastness of the Stark property but you, did it kick in.

The crying, the trying to figure out what little Eddard wants only to try everything and none of it worked. You felt that burn in your face in an unpleasant manner and it only grew and grew until you felt yourself starting to shake at the need to let it all out.

But, not even an hour had passed. You had two, likely three to go before Catelyn got back. You were still alone.

Presently you stood in the kitchen, little Eddard in his cozy carrier sitting high up on the smaller table tucked away for more casual, small meals but you were entirely faced away from him. Your palms braced against the counter top near the sink as your eyes were squeezed shut. Shaking where they kept you upright, as did your legs, your lungs begun to burn as you failed to hold it all back.

He just wouldn’t stop crying, and you didn’t understand why. You didn’t know what he needed, what was wrong, and nothing even slightly calmed him down for the past twenty minutes. Before you could stop it, a sob came from your lips as the tears behind your closed eyes fell down your cheeks regardless of what you wanted. For almost a month, Jon had always been with you. Both of you could figure it out together.

Catelyn helped yesterday when she saw you were feeling overwhelmed, but today you were alone with the baby for the first time and it only proved something too scary to have thought about before hand. But now, stood over the sink as tears fell and you no longer felt the ability to hold back each cry that accompanied them, you felt that fear rise up your throat with each sob. You weren’t good at this.

You were a terrible mother. Almost a month and the first time you were left alone you failed him, and now you couldn’t even loath yourself in silence as the constant reminder behind you was that you weren’t good enough to be the mother to Jons child. He deserved better, he deserved someone who didn’t let his son cry and cry because you were too stupid to know what he wanted.

A hand shot up trying to cover your mouth, as if there was even anybody around to hear you. But the strength it took to even hold it up as you shook was too much, dropping it down to the counter once more before moving with it. Your head hanging as you propped up by your elbows, your hands wrapping up and covering your head as if hiding from danger but it was just you failing to hide from the world.

The harder you begun to cry, so did the baby. You could hear him getting more distressed and each rise in volume did your heart hurt. You didn’t know what to do, and your poor baby boy must hate you for it, for not knowing what he needs the way Jon always does. Half turning your body to look at little Eddard, you only felt a new wave of tears fall even if you didn’t have new sobs to accompany. His little arms were free from his swaddle like he had been fussing for minutes to flail them around and you knew that was making it even worse.

A stuttering inhale came before you tried wiping the tears away only for more to fall, and eventually you stopped trying. Pushing up to your feet properly, you walked gently over to him, a smile failing to sit convincingly on your face as you reached a hand down to sit on his front, but it didn’t do anything. Not even your voice helped, as cracked and strained as it sounded like more cries were sitting just beyond the horizon. “I know, I’m sorry.”

Reaching down, he fussed with you the whole time as you tried to swaddle him once more. It took twice as long as it normally did and three times as long then when Jon was here to do it with you. His little face continued to sit scrunched up with cries as you had to stop yourself from being too overwhelmed. The sound almost wasn’t the issue anymore, he was so loud and you felt numb to his volume, it was the crying that did it. The upset, the need for his mother to help him when she wasn’t good enough to do so.

Wrapping him properly again, you picked the carrier itself up and moved back into the main living room where you spent much of your day yesterday as well. Everything sat out for the baby around but the only company you might’ve seen today, had disappeared too. The direwolves were downstairs. The sounds too much and they needed quiet to nap and so they left as well, not that you blamed them.

Sitting it down, you picked him up from the carrier, blanket around him to hide from the cool air even by the coziness of the fireplace nearby. Holding him close, you started trying to rock him, but it didn’t help. He just kept crying, and you couldn’t stop the tears from falling. Each time you thought you were finished, your eyes stung and watered all over again.

Perhaps another half hour passed, your voice strained from crying to murmur soothing words which fell on deaf ears to little Eddard and your heart hurt. You had seen your phone light up multiple times now, and you could only guess it was Jon trying to either message you or maybe call you if he had the chance, but even if you could check, you didn’t want too. You didn’t know how to lie to him and say everything was fine, and if he wanted to hear your voice, it would be impossible to do so without giving away the baby was crying to the point it was making you cry.

He was to be gone until tomorrow afternoon, almost a full fourty eight hours was demanded of him when he returned. Him needing to arrive and go north of the Wall almost right away. It clearly hurt him to leave. Very early yesterday morning he had to head out, waking you up with a guilt. He wanted to let you sleep, but he also didn’t want to just leave you on your own after three weeks of spending every day together raising the baby. You had whispered a sleepy promise you would be fine, wanting him to go with a confidence that it would be alright and you’d send him any updates and photos or videos so he didn’t feel left out.

But he hadn’t gotten anything today beyond your reply to his good morning message. You didn’t want to lie and had no good photos to take that wouldn’t give away how badly you were doing. So instead, you let your phone screen turn black once more. Trying to ignore the blinking blue light reminding you to check your messages as you rocked little Eddard in your arms. Your voice no longer trying to calm him down, you ran out of things to say or things to try and now you both were alone in the house falling apart and it was your fault.

The sounds were so loud that you didn’t hear it. Not the sound of a car in the distance, nor it parking outside or even the front door opening and closing. You heard none of it because all you could hear was your sons cries, it now broaching almost fourty five minutes straight you had failed to do what he needed. Whatever it was.

He called your name, but clearly you didn’t hear him until you sensed someone behind you. Half turning, you thought you’d see Catelyn but instead it was a surprise, if you had the energy to feel that emotion. Robb stood a few feet as if he was about to reach out to you, but caught your gaze and the sight suddenly made sense to him. The baby crying loud and endlessly, and you were clearly crying and had been for a while as your eyes turned red and everything about your face looked like it was going to fall apart.

Turning back, you felt a wave of embarrassment that you had been caught being such a bad mother. You assumed Robb was about to judge you for it, a scold of what you were doing wrong when he didn’t do any of that. Coming close behind you, Robb let his hands run firmly down your upper arms back and forth, his warm voice leaning more to your ear to start easy and calm you down if nothing else, saying your name. “My mother?”

Shaking your head, you barley could get out, “At an appointment.”

You still hadn’t looked at him, but Robb stepped closer. “Looks like you two have been at this for a while now.” A far more audible cry left you, only making the baby more upset in turn. Robb shushing you instantly, turning you to the room properly. Your feet felt like they moved on their own as he moved you towards one of the couches. “Sit down for me, at least.” Kneeling in front of you as you sat cradling the crying baby, Robb looked like he felt a pain at the sight but remained calm much like Catelyn had done for you yesterday. His eyes matched hers and it was clear who Robb inherited such a calm side to him from when it came down to it. “How long has he been like this?” Answering almost an hour at that point, he then asked next how long you had been like this and the answer was rather close.

Pulling the fabric around little Eddards head back a bit, he got a better look at his nephew with a softer look on his face. Reaching down to run a thumb along his cheek before skipping upwards to cup yours, making you look properly at him.

Firmly he found his voice, “I think it’s possible that he’s crying this much because you’re crying.” Trying to stammer out that he was upset before, he only smiled a bit knowingly. “That’s because you were upset too, love.” Your brows furrowed, but Robb kept his calm despite the crying being right at his level. “When we trained the direwolves, it was like they mimicked us. If we trained them well, they listened to us. If we weren’t firm, then they ran amok like Nymeria or Shaggydog.”

That got barley half a laugh out of you, knowing how accurate that seemed to reflect on Arya and Rickon both.

Robb let his hand move from your cheek to the side of your neck a bit more of a steady place to keep your attention on him. “You’ve done everything that he might actually need, yeah?” Waiting for you to nod, he tilted his head. “Alright, then, that only leaves one option. We only can calm him down, by calming you down.”

Your brows furrowed, but he leaned forward more to your space to ensure you heard him as he continued. “Stay here, try to breathe. I’ll get you something to eat, and we’ll go from there.” Robb didn’t move until you nodded, leaning up to press a kiss to the top of your head before running a hand over the top of little Eddards head and walking to the kitchen just out of sight.

A little better you could hear him rummaging around, at least it was another sound in the house but the crying. You felt hollow and painful in your chest still, but not quite as in need to cry as before. You weren’t sure if little Eddard quieted down yet, but maybe you were holding him a bit more confidently and comfortingly, as even through his cries, did he turn his little body more to hide in your front.

Only gone for about ten minutes, but it felt a lifetime waiting for him to come back.

Looking up wide eyed at him, you held the baby a bit tighter not knowing what you were supposed to do here, as if suddenly all senses had left you now that you had the time to think and feel. Sitting the plate on the small coffee table in front of you, Robb sat beside you. Closer then he normally would, but as if he sensed you might have needed something to comfort you, and chose close space to do so.

Holding his arms out, you looked over to him in a question when he nodded down to the baby, still crying. “Can’t eat if you’re holding him, now can you?” Trying to interject, he shook his head, leaning forward as he begun to place his hands around the crying bundle with a more gentle murmur. “Not the first time I’ve ever held a crying baby.”

Nodding, you slowly let him help you transfer the baby in his arms, watching for a moment as he instantly looked down with a furrowed brow. Almost confused for a moment as to how he was so calm, but the crying just didn’t bother him. Just as he had with you, gentle shushes came from him down to the baby, small mutterings to him of nothing trying to ease his tension before meeting your gaze. A pointed expression on his face and you read the intentions right away of what he was telling you.

Carefully picking up the plate you sat it on your lap, gently starting to eat what he had made you. Only getting through a few hard to swallow bites as you felt your head clear once more enough to feel embarrassed. The tears still streaked down your face, how you, your hair, everything of you looked a complete mess, and he always so well put together. Slowly your head dropped, trying to get at least half way through as your eyes only glanced occasionally to the baby still crying, but not quite as loudly.

“Causing your mother enough trouble today, are you?” Glancing back once more, you watched Robb easily talk to little Eddard as if nothing was wrong. “She hasn’t gone through enough? I know, you’re upset that she’s upset.” A smirk sat across his lips as he looked to you with a knowing playful expression, “Both stubborn, you two are.” It barley got even a partial smile out of you for half of a second, but at least it was something.

By the time you finished, you moved to stand only to have Robb stop you. “Robb I can-”

Cutting you off, he nodded for you to put the plate down as he turned more towards you to hand you the baby instead. “You stay here, I’ll do this.” Trying to protest once more, he heard none of it. Leaving you alone in the living room once more with the baby, the tears wanted to start again. He was still upset and crying but maybe, it was a bit better. Not as deafening to listen too, but your eyes remained trapped on his little face feeling heartbroken that you got him to this point.

Once more you didn’t hear Robb return until he was again knelt in front of you, muttering your name. Looking up at him, your face scrunched a bit trying to hold back, but it was obvious in your voice how teetering on the edge you still were. “I don’t know how to handle this.” Asking what, your answer came out a bit short as if he should’ve known already. “How to be a mother.”

“You’re doing just fine if you ask me.”

Looking up at him with something in your eyes, you felt yourself get frustrated. “Robb, look at me. My own sons been crying for gods know how long because I don’t know how to even comfort him. I didn’t even last an hour when your mother left before I screwed everything up.” Asking lowly if you told Jon about feeling like this, you shook your head as you felt your eyes sting more. “I can’t. He’s busy, he won’t be home until tomorrow and if I tell him anything I’ll just be upsetting him.”

Reaching up to cup your cheek again, Robb took more of a low tone with an edge trying to remain somewhat stern. “Love, he’ll want to know your struggling.”

You wouldn’t have said it if you weren’t in such a state, but you did. “I don’t want him to know what a disappointment I am without him.” Robbs face fell into what was clearly something hurt of his own, trying to say you weren’t only to suddenly jerk away from his touch. “He’s been gone for over a day and I can’t even handle that alone.”

Not pushing your boundaries, he didn’t reach out again but he stayed within your sights very clearly. “Well, you were fine yesterday with my mother, and when the rest of us came home. And now I’m here. So you’re not alone.” Wishing you’d look at him, you knew he wanted to be comforting as you continued to try and only watch the still upset baby in your arms. “You’ve been a mother less then a month, it’s alright you’re not perfect.”

Barley shrugging you, kept looking down at the baby who had seemed to lighten up just the slightest more, as if having someone around eased your mind and thus eased his. “I don’t want to disappoint him.” Robb only could ask who, when really he knew the answer. “Jon, Eddard...I don’t know, both of them. I don’t want either of them to think I’m a bad mother.”

“The only one who thinks that is you.” Muttering your name, you finally peeled your eyes back up at him and the bright blue in his own were nothing but serious. “You know if you told Jon what was wrong, he’d want to rush back home that second. He wouldn’t worry about if you were good at it or not, he’d only worry that you two are okay. But, if you don’t want to tell him, then you have me for the rest of it.”

Pushing up onto his feet before Robb once again sat down next to you, letting a hand slide across your shoulders to pull the side of your head to rest against his. “You have work-”

“I told father I’ll be working from home today. My mother told me you weren’t doing so well on your own yesterday, and she has to go back to work soon and I didn’t think you were ready to be left alone this suddenly.” Looking over at him he let the hand on the side of your head drop to sit more by your neck, his thumb running along what of your skin he could find soothingly. You wanted to tell him he didn’t have too, but you had a feeling that Robb would shut down that conversation before it could gain any traction.

Muttering somewhat quietly, you hadn’t yet realized he heard your more quiet tone over what would’ve been harder to hear if the baby was still as loud as before. “You did enough to help me before.”

Robb though, only laughed. “That was when you were pregnant. Now you’re not, and I’m helping you and the baby. Two very different situations.” You only rolled your eyes a little, hearing him chuckle once more. That was when he brought your attention to it. “See? How already he’s calming down?”

Your brows narrowed, looking down to the baby only to realize he indeed had begun to quiet down, and for once a genuine smile with a little laugh came from you. Which in turn, only eased little Eddards upsets more. “Hey, sweet boy.” Running a thumb over his cheek, he made a louder sound that was more of a babble like a word of his own, making you grin more. “Tired ourselves out, I think we both did.” Another small noise as you ran your thumb back and forth over his small cheek as soon there was just quiet in the room.

Robb never moved as you both watched the baby slowly drift. His eyes closing over and over before finally slipping shut properly and soon a deep sleep followed. Your eyes closed long enough for a sigh to leave you, a wave of relief washing through your veins as Robb stood up.

Motioning for you to hand him the baby, he clearly meant to tuck him away in his cradle when you whispered in more of a sudden panic. “What if it wakes him up?” Meaning when you let him go.

But, Robb only have a comforting answer. “Then we sit here until he falls asleep again.”

You were honest with yourself in saying that you watched him in his cradle for almost another twenty minutes. Robb had told you that while he settles, he was going to change out of his work clothes and have a shower and he’d be right back. You nodded, but didn’t move and still hadn’t. Your elbows propped up on your knees as your hands were clasped together in front of your lips trying to watch the baby for every little breath or movement should he wake again, but he slept soundly. By the time you could hear footsteps descending from the upstairs, you too heard the pattering of paws.

Greywind having sensed Robb was back, came up from the basement and spotted you. Always the calm one, the grey wolf approached. Looking at the baby first almost making sure he was alright before coming over to you. Watching closely with his golden eyes before sitting in front of you. His ears drooping a little as if a sign that he wanted you to pet him, which a smile broke out as you happily obliged. Leaning forward more, Greywind took it as a sign to more invade your space but always in a respectful manner he did.

It felt a bit calming. Whenever Jon went north of the Wall, Ghost always went with him and you had felt yourself missing the presence of the goofy direwolf. Greywind was calmer though, not overstaying his welcome in attention, but then climbed up onto the couch. Travelling somewhat behind you so he could lay out in the space on your other side, his face clear to watch both you and the baby.

Only looking up as Robb came downstairs much more casually dressed. A grin on his face came easily too, “Someone finally decided to make their presence known.”

Looking over to the wolf again, you shrugged a shoulder with a calmer voice, but still weak from before. “I think all the crying upset him.” Robb came close, running a hand over his ears and fur for a moment as he commented it was a good thing Nymeria and Shaggydog were normally outside during the middle of the day.

You could agree. Lady and Summer were more well behaved when on their own. Nymeria and Shaggydog were wild and too unruly to be around the baby all alone and were happy to traverse the wolfswood until Arya and Rickon returned home and could wrangle them up more with purpose. But Greywind was fine wherever he was, and laid next to you as Robb was knelt down to pet him. Looking up to you once more, his gaze softened at seeing how still on edge and clearly upset you were. “Have you said anything to Jon yet?”

Shaking your head, he muttered your name as your hands wrung together before crossing over your stomach and looking away. “He’ll know somethings wrong if I say anything.”

“Chances are he knows somethings wrong already.” Asking how he knew, Robb looked at your phone with a slight amusement. “He’s called seven times, and left twenty messages.” You normally would rush over in a panic at ignoring him, or fearing something was wrong, but you just wanted to curl in on yourself more. Robb called your name once, then twice before speaking anyways. “You can’t just make him worry about you two this way.”

Your voice was so meek that it sounded nothing like you. “I don’t know what to say.”

Sighing, he grabbed his phone as he stood up. Pacing further into the room as he easily unlocked it, “I’ll say something.” Standing in an instant, you tried reaching for it, but Robb was simply taller and stronger then you as he held you at bay with one hand and held it behind his back in the other. “I know what to say to put him at ease, love. Your goal is to make him more calm, not less.”

You crossed your arms again as your brows furrowed, but let him type uninterrupted before sitting it down on the table before suddenly moving your own phone further away from you as well. Coming up he ran both hands down your upper arms again with a more warm and calming expression. “When do you need to feed the baby next?”

Thinking about it, you glanced down at his calm slumbering face, almost not recognizing him now that he wasn’t upset and crying. “Whenever he wakes up probably. Maybe an hour or two if he stays asleep?”

Looking back up, Robb nodded in thought. “Good, enough time for you to shower.” Your head jolted back in slight question as he elaborated. “Doesn’t have to be long, but the hot water might make you feel better, then you should probably nap a little more too. I know you didn’t sleep much last night either.” You didn’t bother asking how he knew that, just dropped your head in a nod.

Turning you by your arms, Robb pushed you towards the upstairs before you stopped. Grabbing onto his forearms with a worry, “What if-” Stronger then you, he only made you let go and pushed you once more to the stairs.

A reassurance on his tone, “I can handle if if he needs anything between now and then, go shower, feel slightly better.”

He was right. You felt a little better. The shower in the main bathroom of the Stark’s second floor was magnificent. The room was huge, a luxurious tub where the porcelain was tucked into a bit of the marble flooring carved up to fit it inside, but a separate standing shower with enough room for multiple people. Meaning you were always free to relax a bit. Their shower head was soothing as strange as it felt to say.

But it was one that was wide as it was large, tall in the air, taller then any of you as it poured out like it was recreating rainfall. A smaller one could be turned on to use much more liberally at one’s normal height and move it about, but rarely did you feel compelled to do so when you used this. You kept it on a gentle setting, and not too hot. Just warm and light as if showering in the actual rain outdoors.

You used Jons soap on purpose. Just a small thing to maybe maybe you feel a bit closer to him, and hopefully that little Eddard recognized the scent too and maybe it helped him as well. Everything just fell apart the moment Jon was gone, and as relieved as you were that Robb showed up when he did, you still felt embarrassed that you needed that help at all.

The worry that Jon was out beyond the Wall, talking to the free folk about the baby and you being a mother and whatever kind things you knew he’d say were just untrue if only he could peek behind the curtain. You needed Catelyn to help you yesterday, you couldn’t last an hour without her today before Robb had to come home and fix things. You were useless.

Yes the tears stopped, and you felt more fresh, but you couldn’t say you felt good. Wrapping the towel around you, you walked over to the counter where Robb had clearly sat fresh clothes out for you, hoping that might help as well. The same sort of things, comfortable and twice as large of a sweater as you needed, but something in your worst moments you could hide within its warmth to soothe you alone.

Deciding to properly take the moment, too did you comb out your hair to something appropriate before braiding it loosely, then brushing your teeth. Just enough to feel like a person again, if just in the small details. Stepping out into the second floor hall, you still heard no crying. The faint sound of typing, against the more prominent fireplace, as if Robb had added to it in your absence.

Pausing before you moved to the stairs, you looked over to Jons room. It was his old one, you two had now been staying in. As if peering somewhere you shouldn’t, you pushed the door open only enough to slip through. It was untouched from the morning Jon left. You hadn’t actually slept in here last night, too upset to sleep alone with just the baby in there and not Jon, giving the excuse when Ned came down first in the morning that you simply woke up early and came downstairs. He looked as if he didn’t believe you, but so early in the morning he simply asked what you wanted for breakfast instead, already pulling things out to make you something.

As if all the Stark men lately could tell what a mess you were, they all in their own ways seemed to return right back to coddling you, just like they did when you were still pregnant. Not that you rejected it, no doubt he could tell you were missing Jon and wanted to do something nice for you to cheer you up, just like Robb did the moment he walked in on the disaster.

Coming up to the bed, you still could see sitting out the sweater of his you had worn that morning before getting dressed. Sitting it out neatly, you had meant to put it away but little Eddard had stirred awake and distracted you and you simply hadn’t been in here since. Picking it up gently, you didn’t even think twice.

Almost like a child with a stuffed animal you held it close to your chest. For three weeks since the baby had been born, Jon was with you every single day. Every issue you had, you two tackled it together. He hadn’t left your side since he brought you two home from the hospital, and the first time he leaves it’s for days and he has little chance to communicate.

Not willing to let the tears come back, you lifted his sweater to your face. Still the slightest trace of a scent unique to only Jon hit you, just more of a comfort the similar way the smell of his soap gave you. Putting it back, your hand lingered against the fabric before slipping back out and closing the door behind you. By the time you made your way down the stairs, you could see Robb much more casual.

A mug of coffee sat next to him, his legs up on the coffee table with his laptop in front of him as he typed away. Occasionally reaching out to run a hand either to take a sip, or pet Greywind. In his carrier, little Eddard was still sound asleep, he hadn’t yet moved. Near the other couch, on the side table sat a mug of something dark, not quite as dark as his. Your eyes tried to guess but he had spotted you, and spoiled the game. “It’s fennel.” Meeting his gaze, he nodded to the mug. “The tea, it’s fennel. My mother bought tea’s safe for when you’re breastfeeding.”

Sitting down against the soft edge of the couch, you let your feet sit tucked somewhat under you as you brought the warm liquid to your lips. Not boiling hot, just enough you could stomach it, the sensation soothing on your throat as it went down. Your voice a bit quiet, almost anticipating bad news as you asked it, “Did Jon say anything?”

Robb was calm still as he shook his head in a no. “I told him you needed some extra help while my mother was gone, and you had forgotten to look at your phone.” You took another sip fine with the answer until he added with a sly smirk, “Whether or not he believed me, we’ll both just have to wait and find out.”

Your smile as small and didn’t quite reach your eyes, but it came out soft all the same. You had a feeling he might not have been telling you the truth, knowing you’d worry again if you knew he told Jon how much you were actually struggling. Regardless, your eyes drifting to the baby, still slumbering away and from there it just reminded you already how much he looked like Jon. He had your eye colour, but everything else about little Eddard screamed Jon and it just made your heart feel a bit tighter at hoping he didn’t come home disappointed in you.

The way your muscles begun to relax however, seemed to creep up on you quickly. Muttering with a playful narrow in your eyes, “You put something in this, Stark?”

Robb laughed brightly though, not meaning it but playing along anyways. “You’re stubborn, love. Only way to force you to get some sleep.” Nodding, you finished the tea before settling more down against the couch comfortably, muttering only for a few minutes. Which didn’t last long, as you fell as deeply in need of sleep as little Eddard did. Only somewhat recognizing unconsciously, the feeling of a blanket covering you as a hand ran gently along your hair before leaving you be back to your dreamless nap.

By the time you woke, you hadn’t truly registered what of any of the conversation around you had occurred. Only that your sleeping self picked up in bits and pieces of something that you already forgot once your eyes open. A quiet but stern back and forth with who you hadn’t then realized was Robb and Catelyn.

Warnings of being careful, of Robb saying he knew what he was doing. Of Catelyn scolding him, “There’s a baby now, Robb. Things have changed.”

You hadn’t heard Robbs reply, but it was a firmness of a man who understood where he stood in this room with everyone. “I know that, mother. I’m doing all of this for her because I care, not because I expect anything.”

You hadn’t at all heard her say something along the lines of having many chances with you before now, and did not pick up on what he did, the implication that Catelyn knew his feelings for you, feelings you were unaware of, and that she had clearly thought many times Robb would one day be in Jons place with you, and that son would be his, but here he was playing it anyways.

Robb didn’t let it go on long, not wanting either the baby to wake up and get upset, or it wake you up and give you the wrong idea. But by the time your eyes slipped open, so did the fluttering eyes of little Eddard, whose cradle was facing you, thus he watched you wake up at the same time as he did.

The only indication to anyone else, was the sudden small babbling cry of the baby as he tried to reach out to you, wanting you to hold him. Pushing up on your palms, the blanket slid down to your waist as you smiled at him. “Good afternoon, my sweet boy.” Sparing no time you moved only enough to reach the cradle in your grasp without standing, and pulling the now much calmer baby in your arms as he settled rather quickly into wanting to be close to you. Running a thumb along his cheek, you smiled brightly at how much calmer he looked, and how both of you clearly felt. “Glad to see you’re feeling better.”

Leaning down, you pressed a kiss to the top of his head, only to have Robb speak up from not so far away as he leaned against one of the frames into a different part of the hallway. “I could say the same about you.” A half smile came over you, looking up at him in a doubt before turning back to the baby with your voice still a bit on the sleepy side.

“How long-”

Robb cut you off with the answer he knew you were already asking, “Two hours or so. Seemed like you both needed it.” Only barely glancing up with a small nod, you’d rather he not bring up how you hadn’t even gone to bed if it’s that he was suspecting. “He need feeding?”

You stood up right away, at least some instincts still remained with you. “I have some ready for him in the kitchen.” Pushing off the frame, Robb beckoned you to follow him there, a hand hovering just over your lower back to guide you but without making the contact. Glancing back, you almost ran into him as you started to ask for his carrier when Robb just interjected saying he could do it. Your brow raised in a doubt, more emotion in that jesting motion then you’d had in hours but he insisted. “We’ll see.’

You knew he doubted why you’d doubt him, but it made itself rather clear in not such a long amount of time. It was a fancy machine, more fancy then most. You were insistent that you did not want to feed little Eddard with formula, but Jon knew how inconvenient it might be for you to breastfeed as much as the baby would need. You had thought when he said he’d get a bottle warmer, it would be rudimentary.

Enough to function, as you knew how to warm a bottle in your preteen years of helping your mother raise Shireen. Selyse was sickly after your baby sisters birth, and you at only twelve, ended up taking a lot of her duties for her. Both you and your sister were raised on formula, only as a result of your mothers weak state after both your births, but you were insistent on doing otherwise now. Though, the machine was not the one you grew up with.

When he came home with it, you didn’t ask Jon how much it cost. You stopped trying to at that point. He had gotten many things you’d need for the baby, and you could see an insecurity in how he’d buy them. Trying to overcompensate for things when he was doing just fine, more then fine. But he was worried he’d be a terrible father. So he would buy things more then the baby, or you, needed in hopes it would somehow make up for a lacking he didn’t have.

Many of the other expecting mothers at each of the parenting classes had commented that they had never seen a to be father as invested as Jon. He asked more questions then they did, certainly more then you did. Jon didn’t miss a single one if he didn’t have to. He would help you book them around his shifts, to ensure he never missed a single class. He wanted to know what to do for every step of the way, and yet perhaps you should’ve been the one paying more attention.

Perhaps you were failing now that Jon wasn’t here, because he was carrying all of the weight for you these past weeks. You couldn’t do it on your own, because Jon was the good one, not you.

Before you could fall too deep into the thoughts, did you notice Robb fussing with more buttons then needed as his shoulders tensed. A small smirk came over you as you glanced down to the baby with a raised brow as if he understood your amusement. Though, you failed somewhat to hide that in your ask. “Having some difficulty there?”

Muttering just under his breath enough you heard him, Robb clearly was frustrated. “How could it be so complicated to warm one bottle?” Telling him to let you do it, instead getting him to put everything down on the counter as you transferred the baby into his arms, you swiftly moved without much thought behind your actions. “I’ve never seen one so hard to use.”

You mostly said it passingly, going through the motions. “It’s easy once you get used to it, it’s just fancy is all.” You thought Robb said something, but without quite catching it as you turned it on, the buzzing was enough to convince you that whatever you thought he said, you had misheard from nothing. Not realizing the look Robb had given little Eddard after he had done so, a guilt swiftly being forced off his face before the baby could take too much notice or you turned to see it.

Naturally by the time you did, you asked if he wanted you to take him back yet, but he shook his head. “I’m not even sure I’d be able to get that thing out of there.” Nodding behind you, but you just shook your head with a playful eye roll.

Turning around, you let your palms sit flat against the counter only your eyes drew right to little Eddard’s wide eyes looking up at you, a smile forming on your lips right away. Narrowing yours playfully in a smirk, it only gave a small smile and as much of a giggle as could be towards you from a newborn, your hands pushing up and off to lean down to Robbs front where the baby laid. His small hands freeing themselves from the swaddle, or trying to as you helped him do so.

Making grabbing hands towards your loose strands of hair at the side of your head, you let one hand of your own run along his cheek with a gentle touch of your knuckle. Almost forgetting for a moment someone else was even there when Robb spoke gentle as if to not startle you. “He seems much better.”

Looking up, you tried to move only to find little Eddard grabbed once more at your hair trying to convince you to not leave. Grabbing his hands with yours, you pulled them up enough to press a kiss to each tiny hand before muttering, “Let me get your bottle, silly boy.” One more kiss pressed to his forehead, you managed to move away fast enough that Robb shifted him closer enough he couldn’t reach out again. “He’s good for now at least, suppose that’s all I can ask for.”

Turning around at the sound of the warming finished, you quickly grabbed it. Robb not wasting time to shift the baby in your hands, and only grabbing the bottle long enough so you could hold him properly.

Feeding him was always easy, the baby was peaceful when he was hungry. He took his sweet time that was certain, but only because he fed slowly, not because he was fussy. In the hospital, shortly after he had been born, the nurses had asked if you wanted formula but you had hesitated. Looking up at Jon, and in your exhaustion and uncertainty, he had confidently look to her saying that you both were breastfeeding.

And a hint of pride in Jon if you weren’t mistaken when he said that neither of you needed any help in getting the baby to latch, Jon had gone into being a father knowing nearly everything possible. His lessons paid off, now it was easier, he was right. Being able to feed a bottle whenever was so much more convenient, but at least you weren’t depriving him of what you could give him from yourself just a little longer.

“I can’t thank you enough.” Peeking up from the baby, you rocked little Eddard still slightly, more a sway from side to side as the movement seemed to soothe him into feeding better. Robb muttered your name in question, but you only met his bright blue eyes for a moment before looking back down. “For helping me today. Really, I don’t know what I would’ve done without you today.”

Stepping closer, you felt a large hand warm against your neck in a comforting move. “You would’ve made it, I know you would’ve. You’re a good mother, a few rough days doesn’t change that.” Your eyes drifted only a bit in a doubt when company entered the room.

Catelyn calling your name, you looked up as she had a sympathetic look as she approached you, “I am so sorry,”

Shaking your head, you gave a small smile towards her. “You had things to do, I wasn’t going to stop you from that. Suppose as long as no one died, it turned out fine.”

You could sense her sharing a glance with Robb saying something you were not picking up on between them in agreement, before she looked down with a brighter gaze to the baby. It was odd for her, getting used to him.

The first grandchild in their family, was not hers. He was Ned’s, but he wasn’t her grandchild, not by blood. It no doubt was a suprise that Jon was the first to start a family of his own, but the rest all fell into place easily once they adjusted to the information. Catelyn however, her long standing difficulties with Jon since he was only a boy put a divide in her.

You knew she was not used to being so close with Jons son when she no doubt expected the first to come from Robb, her own child, but at the same time you were close with her since you were a girl. In ways, your time up North she was a pseudo mother figure to you, which is why she wanted to help you in the first place, but help you raise Jons child?

As long as he wasn’t around directly, she had an easier time separating that fact. She could be found interacting with him more, smiling at him more, but far less so then when Jon was around. Many nights in the Stark household, all were expected to eat dinner together at the same time, and things had been off since the baby arrived.

The time meals came around, little Eddard was always more awake and lively by then, never wanting to nap and thus you and Jon always took turns through the evening occupying him so the other could eat. Whenever it was Jons time, glances between he and Catelyn could be found exchanging tenseness and silent seething. Her eyes would flicker downwards to the baby, before back up to Jon and returning to the meal in quiet before addressing her own children instead.

Everyone knew the tension was there, it always had been. But now it was more obvious and stood out when it would occur, as Jon held a baby of his own in his arms. For the time being though, you’d accept her softer side when Jon wasn’t here because at least it was something. Proof she didn’t blame little Eddard for her strife with his father.

It never occurred to you though, that much of the afternoon which followed, while Robb was at your side was Catelyn much more acclimated to playing grandmother. Speaking to the baby with a bemused but stern tone that you heard her hundreds of times give to her own children. Presently you had been rifling through everything in one of the side rooms that had been storing things for the baby, as you realized you had a problem.

Behind you, you could hear Catelyn with little Eddard giving that tone showcasing she was much more amused by the babbling baby then she would’ve given off were Jon present. “I’m glad you think this is so funny.” The baby only babbled again which drew a smile from her as she entertained him. Glancing back with a quiet call of your name, but you didn’t turn back.

Your own frustration begun to rise, turning quick to panic as you heard another voice join. “Mother?” Robb turned into the room, brows furrowing as he looked towards you scrambling around. “What’s going on?” Catelyn must have given him an indicating look as you heard no words behind you, until Robb was a bit closer, calling your name.

Instead of responding, you pushed yourself up from the crouched position you rummaged through a cabinet in and made your way again to higher cupboards you already checked. “Come on..” That time, Robb grabbed you by your upper arm turning you to him. His face taken aback at the return of what looked like a panic, only this time it was not upset following but a guilty anxiety. Asking you specifically what was wrong, you stammered as your head pressed against your forehead before turning to look around the room again. “I thought I had more, but I don’t and now I need them-”

Grabbing you by both arms, Robb all but yanked you to look back at him. Catelyn calling his name as if to prompt him to be a bit more gentle, but sometimes both he and Jon knew that force would bring you back down faster then anything. Looking up at him with wide eyes, he at least remained calm. “Thought you had more of what?” Specifying diapers, Robb only smirked. “Is that all?” Your face dropped, explaining with an unimpressed demeanour that it was important. “Love if that’s all you need, I can go pick up some.”

Looking to the baby, you bit your lip before shaking your head as waves of that anxiety returned. “I can’t- I need them as soon-”

Cutting you off, Robb kept the simplest explication to the simplest solution to keep you on track. “That’s fine, you two come with me.” Your brows furrowed, the information not yet connecting together quiet yet. “You and the baby come with me, we buy them, and I’m fairly certain they have a changing room for things just like that there.” Looking over to Catelyn with a question in your face as if you needed someone else to assure you that the plan made sense and your mind was overthinking things again.

Nodding, she looked almost as amused at your state as Robb did. “If he’s like the rest of this family, a car ride might actually calm the little one down before he gets too upset.” No one acknowledged just how close she can to inferring with an ease how that meant Jon was part of the family in her eyes, if only by proxy through the baby, but right now, you were willing to take it.

“I know, we’ll get you some more and you’ll feel better in no time.”

Pressing a kiss to little Eddards forehead as you descended the front steps, you and him were more wrapped up then normal for the cold. You didn’t often lately even really go outside, so much to care for the baby being needed indoors that the fresh, crisp air of autumn almost felt foreign to you. Filling your lungs as it felt nice to have the slight breeze blow against your skin and through your hair.

You were waiting for Robb as he grabbed his wallet, looking down at the baby and the cool air just giving you another wave. You missed Jon. It felt needy and pathetic to admit, he had been gone a day and a half only but you had depended on him so much these past weeks that being without him felt strange and lonely. You wondered if he missed you two. If Jon was wondering how long it would take before he was finally back, how much the baby would be thrilled to see him.

Or if he was busy, too busy to think about things. Or, if he didn’t think much of it. He had called and texted you according to Robb, but you still hadn’t looked at your phone. It even now sat on the coffee table in the main room, it only served to make you stressed. Everyone sending you messages and notifications still of congratulations for a motherhood you were worried you were terrible at. Or maybe you wondered, if Robb told him you were fine that meant Jon cared before but not now.

He loved his son, and he loved you, but as you stood there looking down to the bright eyes of his own baby, you worried that you might just be overbearing him and work was finally a break for his state of mind. He loved his duty in the Nights Watch, and being taken from that for weeks to handle you must have drove him off the wall.

Seeing Robb appear as he closed the door behind you, he only nodded towards his car. “It’s open you know.”

Only a blank expression was given back for a moment before it registered, and you shook your head in understanding. “Sorry, yes. Just..”

“Lost in thought?” You nodded, before opening the car door with one hand. As you had gotten yourself and the baby dressed warmer, Robb had taken the liberty to put the car seat in the back of his own, with you moving now right away to carefully tuck little Eddard into it. “I know, it isn’t far. I promise.” Triple checking he was strapped in as secure as possible, you leaned down, pressing a kiss to the top of his head as you felt his arms reach out to you. Grabbing them with each, holding so lightly you kissed both of them as well before tucking them close to him once more. “I’ll be right up there.” Pointing to the passenger seat, you kissed the top of his head one more time before closing the door.

Circling around, you noticed a look on Robbs face that you hadn’t quite deciphered, you reached for the car door but it was as if Robb snatched the chance first, opening it for you. A playful expression with a smirk as he rose an eyebrow to you. “My brother not show you proper manners?”

Only muttering as you moved passed to climb in, “He does. I’m just as stubborn then too.” Only snarking back as he closed it, that he was sure you were. Turning somewhat you looked back at the baby, a smile bright on you as he lit up seeing you again. A small noise as his hand reached out, did you reach yours out too while it was just too far. “Ten minutes, I promise. I’ll carry you when we get to the store, I promise.”

He was not a fan of carriers for long periods of time. Little Eddard much preferring to be held close to his mother or father, being able to snuggle into your warmth. A very high quality stroller just was sitting in the storage presently. Not being used, not any want to use it. You and Jon were happy to carry him as much as he wanted, he felt better in your arms as you both did with him there right back.

But, too you had hardly left the house since he was born. Stepping outside onto the back porch of the property once or twice, but you hadn’t even so much as gotten beyond the driveway since you had been at the hospital. It almost felt foreign. “Seat belt.” Turning from the baby to Robb with a furrowed brow, he almost looked at you as if you were the child he was speaking to. “Seat belt.”

Rolling your eyes with a lack of true meaning as you hid a smirk, you only muttered under your breath, “I almost forgot how bossy both of you are.” Asking both, you sat back more relaxed against the seat as Robb begun to pull from the driveway and make his way onto the main road out of the property. “Yourself and Jon both nag me if I don’t put my seat belt on the second I sit in the car.”

“Would you always remember if we didn’t?”

A narrow glare was given his way that Robb was pretending not to see as he focused on the road. “I’m not a complete and total loss you know.” Robb said nothing as you almost failed with a grin coming your way to be glossed over with an incredulous look. Glancing back to the baby you lowered your voice to something you knew would amuse him no matter the words. “At least you and I have each others back.”

Little Eddard just babbled in a happy noise, as you smiled more genuinely once more. Sitting back against the sea, your head lulled to the side to look out the window. The scenery moving by was all familiar but it felt a lifetime since you had seen any of it. It was dark when Jon drove you home. It was suggested you stay another night there to be sure you and the baby were alright, but truly you and Jon were itching to be home. You wanted out of the sterile environment and somewhere familiar and warm around family. So he drove you home that night, the rest of the world none the wiser that your and Jons life had changed forever, and the proof was half asleep in his back seat.

Now though, you felt a stranger to the lands. The main town just outside of Winterfell was where the busy stores and shops lived. Much more a smaller town feeling then Kings Landing, but also not the village rural feeling the fishing ports on Dragonstone were. Just a cozy feeling of Northerners, many of whom knew each other.

But now, with your life feeling so different, and a baby of your own you felt like this was your first time here. Each place new and the people unknown, but perhaps they were. Perhaps you were the new and unknown now that your life was not the same.

Autumn had fallen on the North, and the leaves everywhere were a golden sort of colour as the loose ones broke off and blew in the wind, and on all sides of the outside of the town was nothing but lush harvest for miles and miles before any would reach somewhere different with people.

Pulling into the parking lot, you almost felt hesitant to get out. The amount of people was more then you had been around in a month. It was busy and no doubt loud and bright and for a moment you felt your heart pick up. A sound called from the backseat as if little Eddard sensed your distress. Robb parked, but a hand sat across the back of your seat as he called your name.

Eyes closing, you tried to breathe slowly. Forcing your heart rate to slow as you shook your head, needing just a moment. You wouldn’t be long. Go in, get one thing, change the baby and Robb would take you home. It was strange, as if the outside and crowded had become anxious fears in your mind now. Slowly opening the door, nothing of the sight had changed but you knew you had to handle it anyways, not wanting to just stay and wait in the car and force Robb to guess.

A half smile came over you, “Let’s go.” Swiftly getting out of the car before making your way around to where the baby was tucked away. Robb watched closely at your more on edge demeanour, but didn’t bring it up. At least recognizing how little that would help you. Carefully you picked the baby up in your arms as he settled right away against you, you felt a calm come over you once more. Having him there almost seemed to calm you in a way normally Jon would be able too. That at least you had the baby here.

Turning to Robb, he beckoned you to follow with a hand guiding you through the parking lot against your lower back. The store was warmer at the least, the lights bright and the sounds much more loud including the music playing through the speakers. It was only a quick trip to the store, you told yourself. You were fine.

At least Robb didn’t stray too far. Staying right by your side, waking slower for your sake as you weren’t quite as fast as you’d be without the bundle in your arms. Watching you with curious eyes as you looked down to the baby, and moving his clothes and blanket to hide his face from onlookers just a bit more, not wanting him to be overwhelmed by so many people either. A small noise coming from him as if telling you he didn’t like it here as much as you didn’t.

“So, I was thinking.” Robbs voice pulling you a bit back into the present, as you walked through the large aisles for the right one. “My mother’s returning to work tomorrow.” You nodded with a held back grimace he no doubt had caught, the idea of that morning repeating tomorrow until Jon got home, if he got home in the afternoon at all, felt daunting to the point you already dreaded it. But Robb continued, just reminding you of the next worse thing. “And you’ll have plenty more days coming up when Jon won’t be there again.” About to interject asking him to stop, did he come to the point you hadn’t guessed he was to make. “You’ll need a second hand around. To help with the baby and to help take care of you when he’s not there. So I spoke to my father, and we agreed I would stay home the days Jon is on shift. So you have someone always there.”

Looking wide eyed up at him, you stammered a protest right away as he only tilted his head in a gentle amusement at you. “No, Robb I’d never ask you for that. I can’t keep you from getting paid-”

Robb only laughed, a few larger groups you both were about to pass through, he wrapped his arm around your back to pull your other side into him a bit more for safe keeping as he slunk through. “I’ll still be working, I just will be doing it from home.” You hesitated, not wanting him to feel like he needed to go out of his way to baby you, as you, ironically, babied a baby. “Jon doesn’t have the privilege of a job that lets him work from home. He has no choice but to go in, but I do. I can do my office work the days I’m home and help you with the baby when you need, and so that you don’t get so overwhelmed being alone again.”

Biting your lip, you looked down at little Eddard. He had barley taken his eyes off you, trying to move one hand enough so that you could run along the top of his head, you could recall that morning. The poor way his face scrunched and changed to a deeper red as he cried and cried. He was nothing of the sort here. Calm and sweet as he always was. You didn’t want anyone going more out of their way for you then the Starks already had, but you couldn’t deny that doing this without Jon was a lot harder then you realized. And you didn’t want him to leave for shifts and worry you would screw it all up alone while he wasn’t there to fix it all. He deserved better then that.

Nodding gently, Robb ran his hand up and down your upper arm. “Good. The last thing any of us want is to leave you on your own when you need help.” Pausing in his words to look down to you he nodded to a specific aisle, “This the right one?”

Affirming it was, you walked ahead of him as he let you knowing you’d recognize what you needed better then he could. Normally Jon got all this. He was perfectly content with rushing out while you and the baby were still asleep in the morning, getting anything you might need and somehow, Jon always knew exactly what to get, what kind, what brand. As if he had paid attention to everything you or the baby used in case you’d need more in a hurry, and he wanted to know all of those things before having to ask you.

It was probably why you ran out. Jon normally knew when you were running low and would get more before you could even think of bringing it up. He would’ve noticed yesterday that you were low and gone out that morning, just something else he was better at then you in this new world of parenting.

Gesturing to a specific box, “That one.” Robb pointed just to be sure as he then proceeded to grab two just in case. Asking if you needed anything else, you shook your head. “Let’s just get these now, before he starts to get uncomfortable. I don’t want him to get upset in the middle of the store, he’d be inconsolable until we got him home.”

“Lead the way then.” Robb dealt with the cashier, almost laughing at you when you went wide eyed at the check out saying you didn’t even think to bring your wallet. “You really think you’d be paying anyways?” Your mouth stayed parted open as you had no response to that. The cashier, an older woman likely around Catelyns age smiled to herself but didn’t interject. She did however, spot little Eddard with a brighter smile.

The baby though, was far to shy. Making a protesting noise as he wormed his way closer into your arms as if to hide, you leaned down a bit to mutter to him, “It’s alright, sweet boy. She’s only saying hello.” But he refused to look back at her, a tilt of your head as you returned her gaze trying to apologize.

She chuckled to herself, “No worries, lass. Some are just shyer then others. Whats his name?” Answering that it was Eddard, she tried to look at him a bit better with amusement again. As Robb finished paying, he interjected politely asking if there was anywhere to change him, as she nodded. “All the way back down the aisles, the hallway take a left and it’s right on the end.” Looking back to the baby who was still too shy to really look at her, it didn’t take you off guard as it did Robb, what she said in passing. “You be good for your mummy and daddy now, Eddard.”

You moved before Robb, did, himself stuck in place for a second too long before clearing his throat and following you as you made your way to the back. Finding the room with ease, you paused as you stepped into it, looking back about to ask if Robb was just waiting out there, but he caught on and followed you in. You seeing no reason to keep him out. You were just changing the baby, hardly anything to hide from him.

The smaller bag you had wrapped around your front and side was pulled off the second you managed to lay little Eddard out. Everything else you needed you had packed quickly, as you got to work. It wasn’t much of a two person job, but Robb hovered close by just in case. Unbeknownst to you, as Robb quickly pulled his phone out, he opened to his messages and opened the thread with Jon.

His message had been read, but Jon hadn’t responded at all. It just sat there, and Robb wasn’t so sure what it was that made Jon not care to answer it. He had replied to his brothers calls and messages on your phone with his, saying that you were struggling quite a lot on your own and that he was helping to take care of you and the baby while Jon was gone, to update him. And not even a brief notification that Jon had ever even started to type a message, let alone send one back. “He’s easier then my siblings ever were to handle.”

Looking up for a second, you let out an actual laugh. “Who knows, perhaps he’s only well behaved for his parents. Maybe he would be a pain if you changed him.” A smirk came from him as you finished up, pulling the baby back into your arms as little Eddard nearly snuggled into you right away, much more comfortable and calm. Your hand cradling the back of his head as you pressed a kiss to his forehead before muttering against him, “There we go, sweet boy. Much better.” The drive home at least, made you feel a little bit calmer as well.

“I can always make him a new one if it doesn’t fit.”

“You can’t bribe your way into being the favourite.”

“I’m not bribing anyone-”

“You just did,”

Interrupting what felt like the back and forth on either side of you for far too long did Robbs voice ring out as he walked into the room, looking stern just like Ned did but towards his two little sisters. “She’s had a long day, leave her be.” Both Arya and Sansa looked as if they were about to protest before sighing, pushing up from the couch and making their way out of the main living space as he added, “Mother needs help with dinner, go make yourselves useful.”

Sitting on couch next to you, Robb looked down the baby currently asleep in your arms. Your voice muttered quietly, “I was thinking about what you said. Helping me when Jons not here. If you are truly alright with that-” Saying he was, you looked over at him with a sternness to let you finish. His eyes lightening up realizing you weren’t again in any teasing mood. “I don’t expect you to do things for him or me, but it might help just knowing someone else is there in case things get bad again.”

A smile danced across his face, “No one wants to see you struggle with this, me included. We’re all just making sure you are okay.” Your smile was quick and not as bright, but he caught it at least. Thinking for a moment, Robb caught your gaze turn a bit sour. “What is it?”

You were quiet as you asked, but serious in all manners. “You told Jon about this afternoon.” Looking back up at him, when he only said the word what, you tilted your head at him. “Jon, you told him about what happened when you got here this afternoon. I asked you not to.”

“He deserved to know.”

“Know what?” Your voice almost raising as you looked down in worry only to find a still slumbering baby boy. Looking back to Robb, you tried to keep it back to a hissing whisper. “Knowing I couldn’t handle one full day without someone coming to my rescue? That he clearly does all the work and now he knows it?” Robb tried to argue that wasn’t what was going on, but you bit your tongue looking away from him again. “I wanted this to prove I could handle it. Doing this on my own. This was my chance, Jon is gone for over two days and he comes home seeing everything went great and now he knows I can’t even do that without him to help me.”

Feeling Robb slink a hand along your hair as he ran down it soothingly, he leaned down to more your level to keep his quiet tones to you only. “Trust me love, Jon wants nothing more then for you to be happy and confident, but he loves taking care of you two.” His other hand reaching over to gently tap at the baby’s foot, who shifted with a protesting noise in his sleep but didn’t awake. Breaking a smile out onto both of you for it. “He wants you to have faith you’re a good mother, but he doesn’t want to suffer without him. All I’m offering is you take care of the baby, and I help keep you from crying your eyes out in the middle of the day. You’ve still taken care of him all on your own no matter what I’ve done today.”

Sighing deeply, you knew Robb made it difficult to fight with his reason. He was calm and slow in how he explained things to you sometimes in just the right away so the information could sink in properly. Looking back up at him you smiled a bit more earnestly. “Alright. Just for now. I don’t want to take up more of your time then I have already.”

Pulling you a bit closer, Robb pressed a kiss to the side of your head before muttering something with much more mischief. “And next time I know not to tell Jon you were crying...” Looking up you whispered in an audacity that he had told Jon you were crying. “Aye.” Robb only laughed as your head dropped, realizing that Jon was not going to be happy that you were trying to hide the fact that you were that upset without him, but maybe a little confused as to why he’d be unhappy about it.

Some days it still felt like a fog clouded inside your mind and made it hard to decipher exactly what it was anyone thought about you anymore. Sighing deeply, you shook your head as you looked to the baby again. Even in his sleep he looked so much like Jon, the fog told you that at least, you gave him a son that looks just like him, that you did him that much and you hoped for now it would be enough.

Robb pulled you out of your mind once again, “Do you want to join us at the table, or do you want me to bring you a plate after?” You bit your lip and shook your head a gentle no, him reading what you meant perfectly. “I’ll make sure Sansa actually leaves you a lemon cake this time.”

It wasn’t much of a laugh he got out of you, but it was enough for now. Robb got you though the day and hopefully he would at least be there to help you get through a few more. Maybe you weren’t a good mother, or even a good wife, but maybe you could still say you were a good friend. At the least.

Gently as the sounds of talking and food being brought out could be heard in the next room, you reached for your phone finally, shifting little Eddard in your arms as he snuggled close to your stomach as you sat, when you finally opened it. Going right for the camera, you took a photo of him fast asleep cuddled against you. You didn’t send a message with it, unsure as to what you’d say now that you knew he would know you tried hiding this day from him, but you sent him the photo. Hoping that if he were mad or frustrated with you, maybe the sight of little Eddard would ease that just a bit until you could explain yourself to him when he got home.

North of the Wall, Jon opened his phone to see his son. Warmly dressed in the clothes he and you bought him before he was born, cuddled into your front as you held him close. The angle clearly meaning you had taken it on your own, so no one else was there.

It wasn’t you Jon was worried about, well it was. But not that way.

The moment you didn’t send him anything all morning Jon knew something was wrong. Every off chance he got when he and Tormund were making their way somewhere in his ratty old jeep he was far too proud of for how roughed up it was, he would try calling you. Any chance he could get inside to take his gloves off, he’d send you a message asking if you were alright. You didn’t respond.

Until suddenly in the early afternoon did he get one from Robb. Saying you were struggling, not doing well without him and that Robb was helping take care of you and the baby, so not to worry. It was twofold. His heart broke realizing you weren’t replying to him because you weren’t doing well, but that you must have been doing so badly that you were too upset to talk to him. Jon knew what that meant, you were scared he was disappointed in you. When that was the furthest from the truth.

None of his brothers or the free folk had ever seen Jon so depressed. He hated being away from you and the baby. He hated not waking up with you in his arms, or to the sounds of little Eddard crying only feet from the bed because he needed something. Of those late nights when everyone else was asleep, and you both were in the kitchen. You dressed down in a pretty and draping robe that he had bought you and he not even with a shirt on as you’d ready a bottle for the baby. The only light a small, dim one in the kitchen as you three would get over being awake so late and just enjoy your time as a new little family together.

He missed it. He missed taking care of his baby boy, he missed taking care of you. He hated that his duty took him so far from you, and he hated that he loved what he did too much to give it up. It was awful, nothing had made Jon smile in the nearly two days he was out here so far. Nothing.

Until he got that photo of you and the baby. You were alright enough to send him that, and he smiled. Almost a watering in his eyes at the sight, he was so grateful. His son fast asleep against you, and just maybe you were feeling better. He hoped you weren’t scared for when he came back, he’d have to ensure right away he was nothing but relieved to be back with you both. He’d give up everything to only take care of you two if he didn’t need to support you.

But there was the other thing. Robb. He was taking care of you. It should be a good thing. He was his brother, your close friend, and now you were family. He should want to help take care of you and the baby when Jon was away, but it ate at him. That feeling creeping up again and again since the day he called Jon about picking you up from a bar. That Robb cared too much. He cared too much then, he cared too much when Jon got you pregnant, he cared too much while you were pregnant. Now he cared too much with his baby in your arms.

Jon wasn’t sure what feeling ate away at him more. The deep pain he felt knowing you were suffering without him, or the fact that Robb now had the perfect opportunity to take Jons place, and he’d be able to do nothing to stop it.

[theloveoffootball10]

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m a s t e r l i s t

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Sprint weekends have never been my favourite. I know some people love them but for me, I prefer the more traditional weekend set up. That being said, I can't complain when Lando is having a good weekend. It could be going better if you ask him but fourth in practice and sprint qualifying then third in the sprint race isn't something to be sniffed at. I watch as he gets out of his car removing his helmet and balaclava from my spot at the back of the garage. I know a lot of the mechanics are used to me being here now but I like to keep out of their way. I'll often talk to Jon but I know he's got a job to do as well.

"Hi baby" feeling Lando wrap his arms around me from behind I melt into his body. Despite the heat of Texas I just want to be close to him.

"You okay? Well done on third place" kissing Lando I run my fingers through his sweaty hair "I know you would've liked first but I'm still proud of you"

"Thanks baby. I had a feeling we'd struggle out there. The Ferrari's are quick this weekend so I think third isn't too bad" it's nice to hear Lando being fairly positive after the sprint. I often think he blames himself when he shouldn't and he's far too critical of his performances on track "can we get out of here? I want to taste you before qualifying"

Lando's words go straight to my core. A few small worlds and I can feel the wetness between my legs starting. I barely nod my head in agreement when I'm practically dragged through the paddock to Lando's drivers room. A few people try to catch him for interviews but he doesn't stop for anyone, only muttering quick apologies as he bumps into them.

"Fuck baby I need you badly" Lando mumbles into my neck as my back hits the now closed door. I feel Lando's hands move agonisingly slow from my waist to my boobs. Letting out a moan into his mouth as I feel his hands cup my boobs before his attention turns to my nipples. His fingers expertly pinching my now erect nipples between his thumb and index finger.  

"I love how your body responds to me" Lando whispers in my ear and the only response I can muster is a moan. I've lost all train of thought all I can think about is the way Lando makes me feel.

We both know we don't have long until qualifying especially now Lando has also skipped media he'll have to make up for beforehand as well. I'm pushed onto the small couch and my legs are over Lando's shoulders before I even register what is going on.

"Lando I need you to touch me" lifting my hips for Lando to pull of my underwear I'm almost tempted to touch myself when I feel his tongue. My legs are spread as wide as they will go and Lando holds them open with his massive hands.

Unable to resist, I lace my fingers through Lando's hair tugging gently as I feel his nose run up and down my slip causing me to gasp in surprise. Lando has never done that before but it feels so good.

"Baby you're so wet for me" He strokes his tongue over my wetness giving me long wet licks, his tongue sliding in all of the right places as my grasp on his hair tightens.

"Just for you Lando" I manage to mumble between moans. My legs shiver as the heat build up inside of me. This is going to be another occasion when I climax embarrassingly quick.

"I know you're close baby. Cum for me Lucía" feeling Lando's tongue expertly write his name on my clit I can't hold back much longer. He knows this is what tips me over the edge and he's quick to use it to his advantage.

"Oh fuck, yes!" I moan loudly forgetting the walls of these driver rooms are paper thin. Lando doesn't stop until the wave of my orgasm has passed. His head remains between my legs as he looks up at me, his hazel eyes twinkling and a cheeky grin on his face "that gets better every time"

"I love when you cum after I claim your clit as mine"

“I’m all yours Lando. I know we don’t have long but I want you to fuck me” I say pulling Lando’s black fireproof shirt off and pushing his race suit down his hips. I don’t even need him to take the full thing off.

“You love when I fuck you hard don’t you” Lando says as he takes his hard cock in his hand rubbing the tip up and down my slit and over my clit. The feeling has me clenching around nothing.

“Lando please” I’m so desperate for him at this point, it almost knocks the wind out of me when he thrusts into me hard “fuck yes. Like that Lando. Feels so good”

Lando thrusts his hip frantically chasing his high knowing we’re on limited time. I wrap my legs around him tight holding him as close to me as I can as my hips lift off the bed meeting Lando’s with every thrust. I’m so close to my climax I know I need to hold back and let Lando cum first. I want him to cum first, I’ve already been lucky enough to have an orgasm.

“Lando I need you to cum in me” I breathe out between moans and I clench my muscles around Lando.

“Fuck you feel so tight when you do that” as I feel Lando cum inside of me his hips don’t slow down until he brings me to my second orgasm “you’re amazing Lucía. I love you so much”

“I love you Lando” I pull Lando into a kiss as my breathing slows down knowing he’s got probably five minutes until he has to go “how many people do you think heard us this time?” I ask with a laugh knowing someone is bound to have heard. Neither one of us even try to keep the noise down.

“Definitely Oscar if he’s in his room and probably everyone downstairs” Lando answers with a grin on his face. He doesn’t even care if people hear “I need to go and make it up to these journalists, I’ll see you after quali”

“Good luck babe. You’ll be amazing” with a quick kiss Lando is gone.

Cleaning myself up I get dressed pulling on the clothes Lando quickly pulled off me. I don't think I'll ever get bored of that man. He has media commitments but it doesn't bother me that he's left me straight after sex. This was more of a quick desperate fuck than anything. Believing the coast is clear I walk out of Lando's drivers room and through the paddock where out of the corner of my eye I see my boyfriend in the arms of another girl down the side of a motor home. Fucking Alesha. His arms are around her waist, her fingers tangled in his curls as he holds her against the wall with his hips.

I'm in shock. I don't know what to do. I blink multiple times willing the sight in front of me to disappear but it doesn't. Walking away I don't know how to handle this. I'm so angry. I don't cry I just pace back and forth around the paddock. I'm arguing with myself when to confront Lando. I know I have to because if I don't it will eat away at me until I snap. My best opportunity seems like after qualifying until I see the dickhead laughing and joking with some of his mechanics.

"I didn't want to believe what I've just witnessed was true. I never thought you'd ever do something like that to me. You were supposed to love me and respect me but you go and do that behind my back!" I run my fingers through my hair in frustration willing myself not to cry, instead choosing to raise my voice. I didn't want to do this here in the paddock but I can't hold back any longer. People are beginning to take notice of the commotion but it doesn't deter me.

"Baby please let me explain" I don't even need to tell Lando why I'm angry. He knows he's been caught red handed and can't deny his actions.

"No Lando. I'm not listening to shit excuses. I've always been strong and independent and I'll continue being that without you. It's unbelievable you claim to love me but you cheat on me the second my back is turned" I feel the tears filling my eyes and I know it's a mix of anger, frustration and sadness.

"Look if you just listen to me for ten minutes I promise you I will tell you the truth. This is all ridiculous"

"Don't you fucking dare tell me this is ridiculous. I'm done with you. You're an absolute cunt don't ever speak to me again" I fume as I turn to walk away from Lando when I feel him grab my hand to stop me. Without even realising what I'm doing my hand connects with his cheek with a massive crack. I can't believe I've just done that. Turning away from Lando I go to make my way to the Aston Martin hospitality lounge I see Alesha standing feet away from me "you're welcome to him but ask him where his lips and tongue were a mere 20 minutes before he had them down your throat. Hope you like the taste of my cum"

I'm fucked. I've never raised my hands to anyone in my life and now I dread to think how many people in the paddock saw what just happened including press. I need to get out here right now. Practically running up the stairs I knock until I hear the quiet invite in.

"Papá, he hecho algo estúpido" I say taking a seat in my dads drivers room resting my head in my hands "I've fucked up so bad" it's not until I feel my dad pull me into his arms I break down. The tears fall freely and I don't try to stop them. I'm devastated.

"Lucía breathe and tell me what's happened" my dad tries to calm me down but it doesn't work, I just can't seem to catch my breath. I've never had a panic attack before in my life and I can't believe I'm about to have one over a boy. He's not a man. "Come on princesita breathe with me" I don't know how long it takes but eventually my breathing slows back to normal however my tears don't stop. My dad doesn't push me. It's one of the many things I love about him. He knows I'm hurting and I know he's dying to take off like a bull but he stays by my side.

"I caught Lando cheating on me papá" saying the words out loud makes me want to physically vomit "that slut Alesha who's the F1 TV host. It was fucking minutes after we had sex as well. Oh my god I've just slapped him across the face in the middle of the paddock. Fuck!"

"Cabrón! I'll kill him! How dare he do that to you! He deserves that slap" letting my dad hold me in his arms I cry into his chest. Right now I'm just a lost little girl who needs her dad.

"He promised whatever they had last year was over. He promised me papá" wiping my eyes I try to get my tears under control but it's pointless "I know you have qualifying papá but I need to go home. I need to get out of here I can't stay where he is"

"Anything you need Lucía just tell me. I can have him into a barrier in three seconds flat if you want"

"Please don't compromise yourself papá. I just want to go home and be away from all of this. Away from him. Away from her. I might punch her if I come across her smug face again"

"I wouldn't stop you mi princesa. Stay here and I'll go and arrange your flight with Chelsea"

"Gracias papá. Te amo"

"Yo también te amo" as my dad leaves me in his drivers room the enormity of the situation hits me like a ton of bricks. I never in a million years thought this is what my relationship would come to. I need to get out of Texas and as far from formula one as possible.

[a-bunch-of-queerness]

jon, staring up at conner and clark from clark’s arms:

conner, panicked because it’s his first time meeting his new brother: so, uhm- do you want to go out for a blunt?

clark: he’s FOUR MONTHS OLD??

conner: i don't know! what the fuck else am i supposed to do with him?!

[thateclecticbitch]

What if I was obsessed about stories about trauma preventing us from accessing our authentic selves. What then?

[bluerosefox]

A DPxDC soulmate au idea

So DCverse is a soulmate world (pick any soulmate way btw, words, touch, drawings on the skin, can't see color(s) until they see or touch them, etc etc)

DPverse doesn't.

Meaning Danny wasn't born with a soulmark BUT he gets one after becoming a halfa because he is now connected to the Infinite Realms.

SO its during another one of Vlad's schemes, he's popping into different worlds and stealing things or something like that (basically like that one ep where Danny chases Vlad through the timeline after he stole Frostbite's map)

During the chase they pop out into the DCverse in one of the hero cities (pick any, not picky on which) and their fight is getting a bit out of hand (Vlad's fault, he's using the stuff he's been stealing, and Danny is doing his best to getting innocent people from getting hurt)

ANYWAYS during the fight, one of the cities hero's come to try to help/find out whats going on when Danny is hit by Vlad and gets tossed at them. The moment they either touch or Danny/Soulmate says something to the other, Danny feels the odd mark on him burn up and is MEGA confused on whats going on but decides to do what he does best.

Ignore it for now. He'd figure it out later he still needs to stop Vlad.

He apologizes to the other hero and gets back into his fight, missing the look of complete smitten awe/shock said hero had on their face.