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So Let's Talk about Pietro and Crystal...

In this meta I am going through Pietro Maximoff's relationship with Crystalia Amaquelin. This meta is not just going to focus on their interactions with one another but also on the ways that they talk about one another and on the culture/societal structure of the Inhumans and Crystal's privilege which are both major factors in this relationship. This reading list is going to have to be in parts just due to how much there is to talk about in these issues and I want to be able to share images freely! The only edits to any panels have been to arrange them in such a way that they easily fit in a tumblr post and to condense panels from the same comic into one image. The content of any panels has been unchanged, and all panels within the same image are displayed in they order they are found within the original printed comic.

Meta below the cut! This one's a doozy.

Pietro and Crystal's first meeting and then subsequent early courtship happens entirely off page between the events of The Avengers (1963) #104 and The Fantastic Four (1961) #131-132. Within The Fantastic Four (1961) #131 we get like little flashbacks in a handful of pages telling us that this has happened and giving us vignettes into how, but it doesn't really provide us with any particular details- which means that going into Fantastic Four (1961) #131, we know about as much as Johnny Storm (The Human Torch), Crystal's boyfriend.

The Fantastic Four (1961) #131

Which is to say that we know that he's come back from a mission only to discover that his girlfriend has been getting cozy with another guy. To Johnny's credit here, he's first mad at Crystal and not at Pietro who as far as we the reader can tell, had no idea that Crystal was dating the Human Torch. Pietro however.....despite clearly realizing that he's the side-piece is still defending Crystal and it's only after his defense of Crystal's decision to be a messy cheater that Johnny decides the two men have beef.

Within #131 we learn that Crystal found Pietro following some intense injuries sustained in a battle with a Sentinel (during a period of comics in which the Maximoff twins keep miraculously losing access to their mutant abilities at the drop of a hat for plot reasons?) and had nursed him back to health and during the days she spends at his bedside helping him recover, in which Crystal apparently decides he's the one while he's unconscious as the other Inhumans (particularly Medusa) around her begin to call her out on her reasons for wanting to stay by Pietro's bedside.

Crystal and Johnny have a conversation where she begs him for more time, and he reminds her (not unfairly) that she's had years of their relationship to think it over and that "if you don't love me- and only me- by now, it's time for me to read the handwriting on the wall." I'm not saying Pietro didn't see the red flags, I'm just saying he might be colorblind.

Within this issue we also get a taste of the Inhuman practice of slavery, wherein they place "Alpha Primitives" beneath them and we get to see the beginnings of an uprising (yay!), the uprising is presented as a bad thing and we're supposed to sympathize with the slavers (boo!). Johnny is portrayed here as being pro-slavery while Pietro is significantly more sensitive to the whole reality of their being enslaved. This being said, Pietro is still upset that the Alpha Primitives have taken Crystal captive and plans to save her, calling her "the girl I love." Johnny pretty rightfully points out that it's been only a few weeks of Crystal and Pietro knowing one another and Pietro....well...by this point we know he rushes into things. Pietro and Johnny run accidentally headfirst into each other during the revolt and Crystal is only concerned about Pietro's wellbeing and almost makes a threat against Johnny, even though it was Pietro who ran into the Human Torch.

The Fantastic Four (1961) #132 ends with Crystal basically going "this massive enemy that we've been fighting is powered by our own inherent guilt over being greedy enslaving racists (a guilt which has not been shown on page at ALL)." Somehow calling this out and actually triggering guilt does not at all further power their enemy but instead leaves him as an immobile statue and a reminder of how fucking racist they are- and then the Alpha Primitives are sent back down into the caves they live in without any form of reparations: "While the Alphas, free men now, return to their nighted catacombs...their own world...dark, but theirs no less for that. One day, they'll come again into the light and take a proffered brother's hand. One day...but not today." It should be noted, that the Inhumans do absolutely NOTHING to "proffer a brother's hand" in this issue, they just walk away from the Alphas and the Alphas go into their dark caves. In fact, the only Inhuman who seems to have had any kind of fondness for the Alphas is known shit-stirrer, Maximus who is kept in a perpetual open-air prison because none of them trust him. And Maximus was the one who built the machine that's supposedly powering Omega (the big enemy) but it's implied up until Crystal's speech that it is actual physical acts of violence against the Alphas that powers Omega.

Pietro ends this first big Crystal saga, brooding and moping because Johnny Storm has friends and he doesn't (he does...sorta, they're just not with him right now) , and Crystal breaks up with Johnny. And Johnny...does a complete 180 from #131 and is like "oh yeah actually I'm not at all upset that you cheated on me and I was hoping you'd break up with me and actually I have a date with my ex girlfriend tonight." Johnny does cry when he sees Crystal with Pietro, but that's really all we get for the end of their relationship. And for whatever reason the narrative seems to wrap itself around Crystal to make her look good.

Literally one issue later in The Avengers (1963) #110- this happens:

The Avengers (1963) #110

Within this issue Steve Englehart makes the BOLD move to position Pietro as some domineering patriarch when for literally every other appearance he's had with Wanda he has never ONCE positioned himself as "the head of our family." Pietro has up until this point been firm that he and Wanda are equals and just a few issues prior had issued the statement that he would never again even jokingly refer to her as "little sister."

Then in The Avengers (1963) #127, Pietro fails to invite the Avengers to his wedding with Crystal because he's fighting with Wanda and is deemed an "arrogant, posturing fool" by the Inhumans, we're told that Gorgon has "endured a great deal from Quicksilver...for many months." There's only one problem with that, in the blink and you'll miss it Pietro appearances that happen between The Avengers (1963) #110 and the current issue- (Marvel Team-Up (1972) #11 and The Incredible Hulk (1968) #175) We have seen Pietro be nothing but helpful to the Inhumans. And we have seen his help and expertise ignored when it comes to enemies he has fought previously. We have no indications whatsoever that Pietro has been anything but loving and focused on Crystal. It should also be noted that when Gorgon finds out that Pietro didn't invite the Avengers he starts nearly destroying Avengers Tower.

At the wedding, we learn that CRYSTAL HAS INVITED HER EX-BOYFRIEND, JOHNNY STORM, TO HER AND PIETRO'S WEDDING. Johnny is very much a mature adult about things and tells Crystal that if she's happy, he's happy for her. Which is great and lovely and another tick on the box for why I'm a Johnny Storm fan BUT-

The Fantastic Four (1961) #150A-B

Crystal is about to get married and is now suddenly confused about if she's happy or not? That little vague anxiety is never resolved in this wedding arc and in Fantastic Four (1961) #150B, Pietro and Crystal are married. But even the comic is aware that readers might not be thinking this is a happy ending and have an entire panel dedicated to trying to convince you this is happy.

The Fantastic Four (1961) #150A-B

Regardless, these early Pietro/Crystal appearances offer us even more insight into the bigotry on New Attilan. At the beginning of The Avengers (1963) #127, we're told that Black Bolt (who cannot speak) has issued a number of reforms meant to create equality between ALL Inhumans. But upon our first looks at the Alphas, the former slaves of the Inhumans, we see that they're talking of genocide. The genocide mention isn't really resolved here either.

We find out in Fantastic Four (1961) #158 that Pietro marrying Crystal was not enough for him to gain acceptance among his wife's people but that he had to be made an Inhuman by special decree. And yet- Pietro is chained and is willing to die for the Inhumans. "I am an Inhuman since the day of my marriage. From that day until forever, I will live or die- an Inhuman!" This is a sharp contrast to Pietro's issues with the concept of mutant identity that have previously been expressed in: Avengers (1963) #16, Uncanny X-Men (1963) #27, Avengers (1963) #45-49, and Uncanny X-Men (1963) #43A-45A. It's safe to assume that part of Pietro's undying and unearned loyalty to the Inhumans is based around his rushed relationship with Crystal.

I've mentioned above that I don't think Pietro didn't see the red flags, but that he might be colorblind and I'm going to go a little further into that here. Pietro falls in love with Crystal because she is kind to him and nurses him back to health and he's obviously very attracted to her. Crystal falls in love with Pietro while he is unconscious and dependent on her. Even though Pietro is aware that he's essentially Crystal's side-piece in this whole relationship kerfuffle from Fantastic Four (1961) #131-132, he's emboldened by the fact that Crystal chose him. Pietro struggles with self-worth issues (we can see these manifested as well in those mutant identity issues listed above) despite his bluster and pride, and we can see some of that desire and craving to be picked, to be worthy, to be loved, come through in The Amazing Spider-Man (1963) #71. But we've also seen so far, how Pietro's loyalty and love for these people who "picked him" by virtue of their princess "falling in love" with him, is largely one-sided as the Inhumans do NOT share his sentiments.

Case in point for Pietro's feelings and attachment to Cyrstal.

The Fantastic Four (1961) #159

Pietro interacts with the Avengers again in Avengers (1963) #137 where he's informed of Wanda's marriage to Vision and is asked to return to the Avengers and leave Crystal because of that marriage. It doesn't go as planned for the Avengers and Pietro refuses. He's putting Crystal above his old friends and family, and we're seeing that he's been interacting more with Crystal's friends and family than his own since they've gotten together.

With the advent of Inhumans (1975) Pietro starts to vocally realize that maybe... just maybe...the Inhumans don't like him very much. And Crystal tries to convince him otherwise.

Inhumans (1975) #3

A few issues pass, Pietro and Crystal are held for ransom, Pietro barely talks at all, Black Bolt screams and destroys the Great Refuge- and then randomly and all of a sudden, Crystal and Pietro are placed as regents of New Attilan? But even with this regency, it's clear that the Inhumans don't like Pietro. Crystal thinks that Pietro is "beyond reason" for questioning Black Bolt and the way that the Inhumans interpret his silence as royal edict. When Pietro makes solid points about how Black Bolt doesn't talk so he can't say anything.

Inhumans (1975) #7

And then in Inhumans (1975) #12, Crystal asks Pietro why he doesn't trust their new leader, and he speaks of the man's lust for power and Crystal goes "well even if his motives suck, he's making progress." She doesn't really take the time to even think through Pietro's point of view, instead meeting him with a "hope you're wrong." Spoiler alert- Pietro was not wrong as we discover in The Fantastic Four (1961) # Annual 12. And even in that issue, where Crystal is telling the FF about how Pietro was right and how valiantly he fought to ensure the safety of the Inhumans against one who only wanted power- she refers to him as "not a true Inhuman," and in the same breath refers to herself as "I, his loyal wife." And in this same issue Pietro even says, echoing Crystal's earlier wording (which he wasn't even around to hear), "I may not be a true Inhuman, but these people are now my family and no one gets away with killing them." He's continuing to position the Inhumans and particularly the Inhuman royal family as his family, while they continue to keep a distance between them, with his wife referring to him as not a true Inhuman, and others making it clear that he is merely tolerated due to his marriage to Crystal.

Crystal isn't completely without merit here though, her words definitely shine light on one part of her thoughts on her husband, but she also shows extreme care for him and prioritizes finding him over the rest of her family when he's captured in The Fantastic Four (1961) # Annual 12. This does however fall into her growing pattern of caring for Pietro more when he's dependent on her than when he's able to make his own choices.

And then, at the end of The Fantastic Four (1961) # Annual 12, we see Crystal grab Johnny Storm's face, look like she's about to kiss him (while giving him "fuck me" eyes), and tell him that she's never going to stop loving him. Pietro sees them, and Johnny is clearly uncomfortable with Crystal's actions (as he has been this entire issue), and he and Pietro make "peace" despite neither of them being the issue here when Pietro basically tells him that he's okay because he's a friend of Crystal's and hopefully a friend of his too.

The Fantastic Four (1961) # Annual 12

With the dawn of Korvac Saga, we get further confirmation that Pietro is deeply, deeply committed to Crystal. We start The Avengers (1963) #170 with Pietro gazing over New Attilan in a way that's recognized as sad, and then the following exchange happens:

The Avengers (1963) #170

Crystal makes a really great observation about how Pietro's marriage to her has tied him down and changed his life dramatically since his days as an Avenger, but Pietro refutes her concerns saying that what matters to him is that he has her, that he can support her in her place among her people, and is about to say that he'd never leave her when he's teleported elsewhere by agents unknown (at this point in the story at least ;)). This is literally the healthiest their relationship has been to date.

At some point after the Korvac Saga, Pietro rejoins the Avengers, sort of- he's an Avenger again for like a single issue, the whole rejoining thing happens off page, and then come Avengers (1963) #181, he's been kicked off the team and then passes out. In reality we find out that Pietro's soul has been stolen by Django Maximoff who has imprisoned his and Wanda's souls in wooden puppets of themselves. Pietro and Wanda go on a soul-searching journey with Django to discover the truth about their childhoods, learn more about their parentage and then return to Attilan.

It's on Attilan in The Avengers (1963) #188, that Pietro finds out he is going to be a father.

The Avengers (1963) #188

Following the pregnancy announcement, in Marvel Two-in-One (1974) #71, is the first time we see an Inhuman who isn't Crystal be spontaneously kind/nice to Pietro when Gorgon and Karnak invite Pietro to play a game with them. Crystal is also heavily pregnant in this comic so it's safe to assume that some time has passed and that as the pregnancy has continued the Inhumans have warmed some to Pietro's presence among them. With the importance we've seen them place on blood ties and Inhuman genetics in particular, this makes a lot of sense as Pietro is now not just married-in to the family, but is the father of the new member of the royal family.

The next time we see Pietro and Crystal is during Fantastic Four (1961) #239-240, where Pietro has become the sole defender of Attilan in a time of war when all of the Inhumans have come down with a mystery illness. During this time, Pietro continues to be extremely devoted to Crystal and deeply concerned about her health and the safety of their unborn child.

The Fantastic Four (1961) #239

During this great conflict when it seems to be resolved in Fantastic Four (1961) #240, we get another glimpse into the racism in Attilan. The Inhumans freeing those they formerly enslaved is described here as a "mistake," a "failure," and a "noble experiment." The Alphas are still inherently described as being "mindless drones" and as "less-than-human."

The Fantastic Four (1961) #240

It is into this continued dehumanization of the non-Inhuman on Attilan that Luna Maximoff is born. And Luna, is fundamentally not Inhuman nor Mutant at the time of her birth. But for now, Pietro is just concerned with his wife and daughter's health. He looks like the Grinch, but he's happy and that's what matters.

The Fantastic Four (1961) #240

Pietro's bond with Wanda has been repaired and his anger against Vision for existing has dissipated by the events of Vision and the Scarlet Witch (1982) #4, where Pietro encourages Vision to hold his daughter. We get a really great moment of seeing that Crystal and Wanda have started to form a friendship and that Pietro's two families (the one with his sister, and the one with his wife) are becoming closer.

Vision and the Scarlet Witch (1982) #4

But this is where things start to get a little dicey. Magneto, having recently discovered that he is the father of Pietro and Wanda, has now sought them out on Attilan (now moved to the moon) and is determined to try to once again get his children to join his Brotherhood of Evil Mutants (he's not picking up on the message they keep putting down smh). And throughout this fight, Wanda, Pietro, and Erik all make it clear that Erik has severely mistreated his children and that still, knowing he is their father, he is willing to harm and even kill them. Crystal is there- she is witness to this.

Vision and the Scarlet Witch (1982) #4

And what does Crystal do? But let Magneto hold the baby, before Magneto has even revealed himself to be Pietro's father.

Vision and the Scarlet Witch (1982) #4

Within the pages of Vision and the Scarlet Witch we don't really get to see Pietro's whole reaction to this incredibly traumatizing series of events, but never fear, Wanda recounts more of the story in Avengers (1963) #234 (TW- G slur).

Avengers (1963) #234

Again, all of this is happening in front of Crystal. There is absolutely no way she gets out of this conversation without the knowledge that Pietro and Wanda have been horribly abused by their father and that Pietro is on some level afraid of turning into Magneto and is aware of the temper he shares with the older man and has been actively combating it. It would be reasonable to think that Pietro might need time to process this information.

When we next see Pietro and Crystal it is during a battle on Attilan against the Avengers in Avengers (1963) # Annual 12, inspired by Maximus. Maximus is spared, as always, because Black Bolt loves him too much to actually do anything about the consistent and ever present threat the man poses to the safety and security of their people. (This is a surprise tool that will come back to bite them in the ass). And once again, this issue presents the Alphas as Maximus' allies, continuing to have the formerly enslaved be shown as enemies of the "good" Inhumans.

Pietro and Crystal's relationship goes from bad to worse in The Thing (1983) #3. In this comic, Pietro wishes to partake of his right as an Inhuman father and in the fashion of the Inhumans, his adopted people, expose Luna to the Terrigan mists to spark forth her Inhuman abilities- Crystal does not agree. Crystal brings in Ben Grimm (The Thing) to stop Pietro from following her people's customs in regard to their child, and sends her dog, Lockjaw (who is technically an Inhuman himself but that's never really explored?) to teleport the baby away from Pietro. Crystal's reasoning for not wanting to expose Luna to the mists? She's afraid her daughter will become ugly.

No seriously, that's the reason. Pietro is worried about his daughter's life as one who is both mutant and Inhuman, what her humanity will bring her among her two super-powered peoples. Crystal is worried about her looks. Pietro acquiesces to his wife's wishes following the testimony of their dog/friend(?) and Ben Grimm and is thoroughly painted in the wrong for wanting to raise his daughter as an Inhuman among Inhumans. At least the rest of the royal family was on his side this time?

Anyway, let's remember that Lockjaw is a person and has been a person this whole time and then think back on how Crystal has treated him. Based on Ben and Pietro's reactions to Lockjaw speaking it's also pretty clear that nobody who isn't an Inhuman was aware that Lockjaw was a person and not a dog......anyway....

The Thing (1983) #3

We get a completely different idea of Pietro's feelings towards the Inhumans in Marvel Fanfare (1982) #14B than what we've seen previously. In this issue, Pietro is openly critical of the bread and circus approach the Inhumans take with their ruling, and in a shocking turn of events from the last 20+ issues, explicitly says "I'm no Inhuman, and I give no obeisance to Black Bolt...or to your foolish traditions." Pietro is accused of stealing a royal scepter because he made a comment about not being a monarchist (based) and is lured into a trap by someone he thought was his friend who he has had to twice this issue turn down a proposition for sex from.

Marvel Fanfare (1982) #14B* *editorial says this issue takes place before Attilan is moved to the moon, however, Luna's birth occurred after the fateful move and she was named for the move which puts the actual chronology of this issue in question, but I'm keeping it here for an easy publication order chronology

We get a clear image, even clearer than it's been in the past that the Inhumans hate Pietro for...not being an Inhuman.

Do we all remember when Crystal literally brought in people who aren't even related to her child to stop Pietro from exposing Luna to the Terrigan mists because she might turn ugly? We all remember this? Okay great- because she's now adopted Pietro's anxieties in Avengers (1963) #243.

The Avengers (1963) #243

And though Crystal apparently doesn't trust Pietro's parenting choices she's come around to his same anxieties about Luna's human-ness. Pietro tries to support her and then she goes "well none of us have experience with a human baby, what if we just.... didn't deal with that and hired a nanny." And Pietro goes along with it, trying to track down Bova, his minotaur-esque nursemaid from his own childhood who he's only just learned about and has met but once.

We see Crystal and Pietro together again during the wedding of Black Bolt and Medusa, in Fantastic Four (1961) # Annual 18. Where we see Pietro brooding over the wedding festivities. Here we learn that Pietro was given no role in his sister-in-law's wedding and that he is still continuously feeling like an outsider, despite all of the efforts we've seen him take in past appearances to be as much of an Inhuman as possible he is still kept at arms length even by these he considers family. Even Reed Richards (Mr. Fantastic) wonders at the differences between Pietro and Crystal's wedding and the wedding of Black Bolt and Medusa- and Reed wonders if the difference can't be attributed to the fact that Crystal chose to marry someone who was not an Inhuman. And it's a fair question. Pietro even asks Crystal if it's okay that he and their daughter stand beside her during the wedding.

The Fantastic Four (1961) # Annual 18

In Vision and the Scarlet Witch (1985) #5, we see that Pietro has decided to introduce human traditions to the Inhumans with trick or treat, and that he plans to take Luna on her rounds, Crystal along with them of course.

Vision and the Scarlet Witch (1985) #5

Then in Vision and the Scarlet Witch (1985) #6 (that fateful Thanksgiving with the surprise Magneto appearance), we begin to see some strife between husband and wife. According to Crystal, she is "used to being alone." (She is literally a princess in a close-knit family who didn't even stop dating Johnny Storm to start dating her now-husband). And she adds that.

Vision and the Scarlet Witch (1985) #6

The militia, being something Pietro had discussed with Wanda briefly in #5, is a new responsibility of his entrusted to him by the Inhumans. He is now responsible for training a militia intended for the protection of Attilan. It's the first real job he's had since getting with Crystal and the moment he has responsibilities and focuses outside of her, she's not happy. Also yes, Luna does look like a Renaissance baby in this panel.

A month later, in Vision and the Scarlet Witch (1985) #7, we discover that Crystal, who started her relationship with Pietro by cheating on her then-boyfriend, is now cheating on her current husband.

Vision and the Scarlet Witch (1985) #7

Now, I've shown you all the lead-up there is to her cheating. I've covered all of the Pietro and Crystal interactions, and touched base with every major Crystal appearance leading up to this. There isn't any rhyme or reason to this aside from, Pietro has a job and he's doing it. And beyond this, as we move into #8, we learn that Crystal is planning on spending more time on Earth, and from Pietro's perspective it's to spend time with Wanda, but really it's to cheat on him. Once again, the militia (Pietro's job) is very much cited as the reason for this.

Vision and the Scarlet Witch (1985) #8

While Pietro runs off with Wanda, Vision, and Luke Cage to make sure that Wanda is safe for the duration of her pregnancy (it's a demon thing, Scarlet Witch stuff y'know?), we discover that Crystal is taking this opportunity to cheat on her husband again.

Vision and the Scarlet Witch (1985) #8

Crystal's affair goes on for MONTHS, and even her boyfriend is more worried about what all this is doing to Pietro than she is. She overdoses on anti-pollution potion in order to continue to see her boyfriend, and Pietro spends the vast majority of his time at her bedside frantically trying to get someone to wake her up in deep concern for her wellbeing.

In #10, Crystal calls out her boyfriend's name in her sleep, confessing to the affair, and Pietro tries to kill him. He's stopped by Vision and the Inhumans, and then tries to rally his militia against Norm the real estate agent, the man who has stolen his wife's affections. Wanda confronts Norm and he gives her a sad speech about how Pietro is "neglectful" of his wife's needs and ends it with "I'm not making excuses for deceiving you, but you like your brother better than a lot of people do." Essentially saying "It's okay that she cheated on Pietro, because he's Pietro." Wanda then talks to Crystal's spirit and Crystal says "I cheated on Pietro! I'd do it again!"

Pietro and Vision talk and Pietro comments on how Crystal doesn't allow him to pursue any of his own interests, which tracks with what we've seen that now that Pietro is spending time with the militia she's determined him neglectful and is using it as justification to cheat on him. Throughout all of this too, the Inhumans confirm to Pietro that they think lesser of him because he isn't one of them.

Pietro decides that he can't take Crystal back after this betrayal of his trust (fair and reasonable) to which Crystal calls him a "self-righteous pig" and even Wanda insists that he must take her back because he loves her. And in issue #11, Vision claims that Pietro has "run out on his wife" and Wanda thinks poorly of him for establishing a boundary of not wanting to be around a woman who cheated on him. Meanwhile, Pietro is having a mental breakdown about the fact that nobody actually loves him and that the loyalty he shows to others is not reciprocated.

Vision and the Scarlet Witch (1985) #11

And rounding us out in #12, Crystal tells Norm that she wants to keep seeing him and celebrates the fact that if Pietro stays away for a bit longer she'll be granted a divorce.

Here ends part 1 of the meta (stopping close to image limit at a good rest point) and I'll reblog this post with even more commentary at a later date!

Reading List so far:

The Fantastic Four (1961) #131-132 The Avengers (1963) #110 The Incredible Hulk (1968) #175 The Avengers (1963) #127 The Fantastic Four (1961) #150A-B <- Wedding Issue The Fantastic Four (1961) #158-159 The Avengers (1963) #137 Inhumans (1975) #3, 7, 12 The Fantastic Four (1961) # Annual 12 Avengers (1963) #170, 188 The Fantastic Four (1961) #239-240 Vision and the Scarlet Witch (1982) #2, 4 The Avengers (1963) #234, Annual 12 The Thing (1983) #3 Marvel Fanfare (1982) #14B Avengers (1963) #243 The Fantastic Four (1961) # Annual 18 Vision and the Scarlet Witch (1985) #5-12

#pietro maximoff #quicksilver #magnet family #wanda maximoff #scarlet witch #the inhumans #inhumans #crystalia amaquelin #crystal amaquelin #crystal #comic meta

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“i’ll be there the whole time when filming okay? if you need a break tell me. i’m good at interrupting and delaying the process.” he grins, recalling the numerous times you had interrupted the scene to point out costumers in the back ruining the bit, or the camera being too blurry. you only did it if you felt like it would ruin the video; you tried to avoid interrupting the flow. however, carringtons comfort is more important to you then being perceived as annoying by jake and johnnie. “okay, i’ll try.”

“that’s good! i’m proud of you.” he hugged you once more, leaning down, he placed a kiss on your lips. “you’re so sweet to me.” you shake your head, “car, you deserve so much love.” he smiles softly at you. “now, get ready!! we have a video to film.” he rushes to his closet to change his clothes. you leave the room, giving him time to finish getting ready.

you ran into johnnie, who now had full arms of random props, “what are you going to do with half of this stuff?” you question. he shrugs, “make a good video.” you smile at him. “that’s the goal.” jake comes around the corner with some stuff from his room, intended for the video. “carrington are you filming with us?” jake asked. the door to his room opened, carrington came out with a huge grin on his face, his humor back in tact. “hell yeah i am.” you clap, glad you were able to motivate him. johnnie is happy too, “finally! let’s do it!” jake leads the group to the camera set up, the three of them sit on chairs facing the camera. your eyes linger on carrington the whole time, ensuring he felt safe and comfortable during the filming process.

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b4mpyre-k1zz3s · 9 months ago

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HEYY girl 💗 could I req a bam x fem reader where they’re enemies to lovers becuase y/n is just as reckless as he is?? Thank you 🫶

The Stuntgirl Rule

Bam breaks the one rule the crew all agreed on when they first added a girl to the group, which wouldn’t be as big of a deal if they didn’t hate each other. All this animosity builds and builds until Y/N finally figures out how to knock Bam down a peg.

Bam Margera X Fem!Reader

(Fluff, Angst)

3.8k Words

Warnings: Extremely suggestive content, enemies to lovers, crude language, blood, snakes, misogyny, Madonna-Whore complex, injuries, hospitals, flirting, slut shaming, situationships

An: Thank you so much for the request!! I’ve come to find out I really do love writing for enemies to lovers pairings :) More than that, I got to do a lot of research for this fic with psychological complexes, especially (as the tags indicate) the Madonna-Whore complex!! If you can’t tell by now, I’m a bit of a nerd when it comes to writing XD I also experimented with making Bam a bit of an unreliable narrator in this one to wort of show his thought process better. I’ve been told my writing takes the asshole out of him but I’m pretty sure this fic put it right back in, so be warned! If you want an idea of the dynamic I was going for, the dynamic betwen Bam and Y/N reminded me a lot of this clip from the 2016 revival of the musical, Falsettos! Ah, my theater kid past…But thank you for the request and please keep sending more!!

Kneeling on the grass, you sat eye to eye with the King Cobra you somehow got a permit to film with. The whole “Kiss of Death” stunt got shuffled around to a couple of the other guys before it landed on you but hell, you couldn’t complain- dangerous shit was kinda your thing, and otherwise the next person in line would’ve been Bam and you knew exactly how that would turn out- the yelling, the laughing, the storming off set. All the guys stood around, looming over you with bated breaths as you slowly leaned over the snake, the hot Florida sun beating down on your skin as the air swam with anticipation. But as you were creeping in, right before your lips made contact with the Cobra’s forehead, the thing lunged at your neck. Everybody hooted and hollered as you grabbed the snake and lurched back in an act of quick reflexes, chuckling in surprise, but before you could crack some wise ass joke, your cockiness betrayed you and that smug grin on your face was wiped right off your face when you felt a pair of fangs sink into your wrist. “Agh! Fuck…” Yanking your hand back, you shook out the sting as you stumbled to your feet. Steve, who was serving as impromptu cameraman after Rick ‘refused any part in your dangerous bullshit’, focused the lense in on the blood that was tricking from your arm, “Shit…that’s gnarly, dude.” Though you probably should have been concerned for yourself, you couldn’t stop thinking about how awesome it looked as Johnny patted you on the back appreciatively, “That was great, Y/N!”

As you were getting walked to the medic tent, the only one who didn’t want any part in your little victory parade was Bam, still sitting half slumped back on set, glaring at you as you walked away. Big whoop, girl gets bit by snake. Last week he got on a teeter totter in the bullpen and you don’t see that on any headlines. Maybe he hated the way the guys talked and joked with you like you were one of them even though you joined the Jackass cast less than a month ago. On the other hand, maybe he was still pissed off by the very real but entirely unspoken ‘Don’t Fuck the Stuntgirl’ rule. Of course Bam brought that sorta thing up when you first joined because he’ll there’s a lot you can do once you’ve got a chick in your group, but Johnny quickly shut the idea now by saying since they wouldn’t screw any of the other guys in the crew, they’d be keeping their hands off of you. Keeps things from getting awkward when you gotta see eachother on Monday, you know? But since Bam’s running theory of you only having gotten on set after getting into Knoxville’s pants hadn’t been disproven, he wrote it off as him making the whole thing up to keep the pretty girl all to himself. Greedy asshole. Who was he to say what he could and couldn’t stick his dick into? God, he bet the whole crew was passing you around- behind trailers, in empty hotel rooms, or what about those porta-potties on set…Bam decided to stop thinking about that once some things got stirred in his mind he didn’t really want to think about too long.

Getting bandaged up in the medic tent, you hardly noticed when Bam walked in after everybody left, watching quietly and scanning you up and down from where he stood. He looked from the bruises on your knees Bam was sure he knew the source of, to your baggy clothes that always made you look like a guy with the way they sat on your body, to your hair that was unkempt and showed just how little you cared about your appearance in his eyes. You were the exact opposite of Bam’s type in women- that dark lipstick tight bootcut fantasy goth chick with a great ass that also wasn’t a bitch. Looking up from where you were bleeding through your gauze, you made eye contact with him nonchalantly, “What is it?” Bam’s eye twitched at the disinterested tone in your voice but he kept up the whole smug thing, “You cryin’?” The medic had to scoot out of the way as you leaned in towards him and squinted at the realization that Bam was getting that whole ‘hating you’ stick up his ass again. “Does it look like I’m crying?” Part of him wanted to see you cry. Bam’s eyes drifted back to your hair, thinking about how satisfying it would be to grab a handful of it and yank you to your feet with his lips pressed tight against your ear as he said every awful word he was too nice to say to your face- that he knew everything about nasty hoes like you worked, and while it was cute how quickly the guys took to you, he was getting pretty damn sick of it so it was time for you to get the hint and hit the road. But he didn’t.

The medic passed you a container of pills that you palmed and that’s when Bam got an idea, “That snake oughta be on antibiotics instead’a you.” Scoffing at his unoriginal joke, you cocked your head to the side, “Really? You think a little blood’s that nasty? Y’damn baby…” Outside the tent, there was no doubt amongst the guys that another one of your petty fights were starting and nobody was looking forward to it. Well, except you. You found the little bickering thing you had with him fun, especially with all the weak ass insults Bam threw at you. “I mean, anything that comes outta you’s nastier than whatever Steve-O’s got goin’ on in him- that guy’s a disease nest.” This was too easy. “Yeah, says the guy who let him tongue his ass wound...” Wait, you were at that party too- the one where Steve popped ecstasy and went around kissing everyone cause he ‘felt good’? Bam’s jaw clenched at the way you always had an answer to him- how dare you one up him. He jabbed a finger at your chest, “Oh, don’t talk that shit. You wouldn’t even have the balls to get branded in the first place!” Unable to help yourself from cracking a smile, your giddiness was apparent in your voice, “I got more balls than you do.” As much as you hated how much of a little bitch he could be, you always thought the back and forth thing you had between him wasn't ever that serious (a contrast to the way Bam viewed it). Delight filled you as he stormed out of the flap of the white medical tent, blushing and emasculated and- while he would never admit this, kind of turned on by the angry banter like it was some kinda foreplay.

You needed soap. That’s how it started- after shooting one day, you went back to the hotel and noticed halfway through your shower that the room service lady forgot to leave any of those tiny complimentary soaps. Groaning, you got out of the comfortable, warm, sorely needed shower and put on a towel, thinking you could go next door and get some from the guys. It’s not like you hadn’t seen them naked before, so them seeing you in a towel was no big deal. Water dripped off of your legs as you walked out into the hallway, pushing open the door to their room which was left unlocked. From what you could tell, they had gone to the hotel bar promptly after filming, so you didn’t bother to announce your presence as you walked in. However, you had one major oversight in this- Bam, who you didn’t notice from where he was sitting on one of the beds on the near side of the room. Now, you and him could have gone on just hating and fucking with each other and everything would’ve been fine, but this one incident would change it.

From where he sat on the bed, Bam silently watched as you walked around like you owned the place, softly humming to yourself as you rummaged through their shower- through his shower, the towel you wore riding up dangerously high on the backs of your thighs, skin still glistening wet as you bent over, nabbing a few little bottles of shampoo and conditioner. He glared at you with contempt through your reflection in the mirror. You’d probably do this even if the whole crew was here, wouldn’t you? Just stroll on in, nearly naked, parading yourself around in front of all those dudes like it was nothing. Shameless. He knew better than anything what that kinda porno logic setup would devolve into. Wait- christ, was he…? Oh, oh yeah. Yep. Bam couldn’t believe himself- he was actually getting hard. More than that, you had no clue he was there in the first place even as you turned to leave, and you wouldn’t have noticed him at all if he didn’t stand up to catch your attention. “What’re you doin’?” Turning around, you met Bam’s gaze, maybe six inches away from his body as you held up your towel with one hand and presented him your spoils in the other, “I’m getting soap…?” Unceremoniously plucking one of the bottles from your hands, he squinted at you like he was accusing you of something, “So you think y’can just waltz on in here and take my shit whenever you feel like it?”

Looking around at the empty room, you got an idea to really get under his skin. You know how Bam uses his little rich boy MTV paycheck to get whatever he wants? Well your pockets may not be lined as generously but you still found a way. Taking a step forward, you pressed your body right up against his, the same way you saw all those flirty girls do to him at the bar, letting your towel slip down a little as your voice dropped into a teasing coo, trying to provoke him, “Aww, what’s the matter? You don’t like sharing?” While you were referring to the soap, Bam took it as a double entendre and thought there was no way you didn’t mean it in the way he was thinking- what with the way your chest was squished tight against his torso or how you were practically straddling his thigh in, and this is important here, only a towel. In your eyes, this was the same as any other day you were going back and forth on set, but Bam, oh. He could feel the surge of hormones in his bloodstream as his breath caught in his throat, Adam’s apple bobbing slightly. The way your body was curving against his nearly made him forget about why he hated you so much. Snapping back to reality, he couldn't tell if this was anger or lust that made him speechless, but it was probably a mix of the two. Leaning in closer, you pressed your lips close to your ear, his very obvious state of arousal only fueling your teasing as you words fell slow, melodically from your lips as you enunciated, trying to keep yourself from laughing and fucking it all up. “I’m gonna take this soap back to my room, and I am going to rub it over every inch of my wet. Naked. Body- and you are gonna do nothing about it. So, uh…” Reaching out with a grin, you grabbed the bottle back from Bam’s frozen hand. Now, logic would dictate that this is right about when the two of you would say fuck it and start going at eachother, but that’s not what you had in mind. “Thanks!” Slipping out the door and shutting it loudly, you left him standing there- unable to respond, entirely conflicted, and hard. Fuck.

Why was this happening? He was Bam Margera- Bam fucking Margera- he could have hordes of playboy bunnies folowing him arround wherever he want and fawning over him like their lives depended on it, but noooo. He had to fall for the gross chick he worked with. Perfectly fine, well-adjusted (debatable) women literally threw themselves at his feet on a day to day basis, and the one he’s got his eye set on? Yeah, last week she was doing lines of Tabasco sauce with Steve-O off the table at Denny’s cause they got bored waiting for their food. What a catch. He didn’t even want to meet up with the guys to go pick up chicks at the bar anymore- you know, the civilized kind that wore makeup and shoes you couldn’t skateboard in. And you didn’t even want him the way those girls wanted him- you were messing with his head like some succubus. Very quietly, he sat back down in the bed and thought about some things.

Bam was having a hard time letting everything that was happening with you go- that’s not the kind of guy he is, you know? Too many big feelings in a small package gotta go somewhere. So when he showed up on set the next day, hyped up to do that stunt where he was set to get shot by a riot control shotgun wearing nothing but a leather jacket for protection, his emotions were not in any way subdued when he caught word that Knoxville gave the stunt to you. “Dude!” Storming up to confront him, Bam pulled the asshole away from whatever conversation he was having with Jeff, “I mean, seriously? You got Y/N to do the stunt and not me?” Sticking his hands up in a mercy gesture, Johnny stammered but managed to explain himself, “I’m just sayin, man- It’d work better for her! You know- you have your skating stuff, she’s got the dangerous stuff! You could always watch from the sidelines…” Yeah, real nice save there, Knoxville. Bam hated whenever you did stunts- not because he didn’t like that you were equally as reckless as him, no way- it’s just that he thought chicks shouldn’t be doing dangerous shit, and you were always there to throw yourself in harm's way, and that annoyed him. You were standing off to the side, joking around with Chris and Steve when you felt someone suddenly grab your shoulder from behind and roughly spin you around to face him, “You know, I had some fuckin’ ideas about you, Y/N, but this really takes the cake.” Grimacing, you stood eye to eye with Bam, a little too close to his body to be comfortable. “What the hell are you talking about?” Bam took a step back, eyeing you up and down as he got ready to say what had been eating away at him for weeks. His voice was tense as he nearly growled, “You’re fuckin’ Knoxville.” What?

“Wait, I’m fucking Knoxville?” You certainly were not, but your mind put two and two together lightning fast, tracing his train of thought. It was like a switch flipped in you as rage curled up in your stomach, springing out of your mouth in words that dripped with venom, “Oh, please! You’re probably takin’ it up the ass from all of ‘em!” It was only natural that you would deny it- I mean, it’s kinda taboo for people to admit that they’re sleeping with their boss. But Bam couldn’t summon the words he needed to use to defend himself from what you claimed, so he said the only words his anger-fried brain could come up with, “Fuck you!” Flashing a grin, you got all in his personal space as your voice went from anger to condescension, “Oh, you wish.” Back to the snarky shit with this woman. Okay, maybe he did, but that was none of your business. Bam pressed his lips together as he could feel the tips of his ears heating up, and he couldn’t tell if he was getting flustered from the way you were challenging him or how correct what you were insinuating was. The fact that your lips were nearly touching his wasn't helping either. Taking advantage of your close proximity, Bam quickly reached out and snatched the shotgun from where you were gripping it and dashed off.

Oh, you said Bam had no balls? Yeah, he’s got more balls than the tri-state lottery, bitch. Shoving the gun into Ryan’s hands, he didn’t even notice when Rick started filming from where he was setting up the camera for the stunt you were supposed to do. Stepping back, Bam smacked his own chest twice in a challenging gesture, looking at his best friend but saying words he wanted to say to you, “C’mon, man. Hit me. Do it!” Knowing better than anyone the way he could get into these kinds of moods, Ryan knew the only way to talk him down was to go along with whatever stupid plan he had in mind. Groaning, he steadied the sight on where Bam was standing, aiming for his stomach where it would result in the least damage, and pressed his finger against the trigger. This loud, sickening whip cracking sound made everyone on set jump. The man on the other end of the barrel doubled over with this noise you only hear out of dying animals, falling to the ground with a thump as every ounce of air wooshed out of his lungs in a second. It was the way Bam looked like roadkill with how he curled up on the ground, not making a sound or movement, that made you feel a shred bad for him for the very first time. Looking around, you were the first person to call out, “…Medic?”

Internal bleeding they said. Three broken ribs on account of Dunn’s stellar marksmanship and a gnarly bruise, or so you heard from when the guys gathered around his bedside and were all gasps and oohs after Bam pulled down the sheets in when Steve asked to take a look at it. But after everyone was done grimacing and telling him how awesome the footage would turn out, they flooded out the door and the only person who remained was you, smugly sitting in one of those stiff hospital chairs as Bam lay across from you in his bed, hooked up to electrodes and shit like they do in movies. But there was something different in your eyes as you got up to his bedside- not so much your usual loathing towards him, but more so fascination. Bam got knocked down a peg, and you were satisfied knowing his ego was bruised alongside those abs of his he so loved to flaunt.

Bam’s words came out in a weak mumble as he looked up at you, “What d’you want?” As much as he tried to appear all tough and be a big angry man, you couldn’t help but find the sight of him laying back with his hair a little messy and that glossy look in his eyes from the epidural kinda cute with how vulnerable he was. He couldn’t make fun of you when he was at your mercy like this, what with not being able to even sit up on his own, much less fight or come up with any worthwhile insults. With one finger, you pointed down to the swollen, dark purple mark on Bam’s pale skin, lit up from the light flooding in the window. You nearly snickered, “I wanna touch it.” Crossing his arms over his chest, Bam scoffed at your suggestion, “Fine, whatever….It doesn’t even hurt- oh, fuck!“ Recoiling when you poked the tender bruise, Bam nearly let out a whimper as he winced, pain shooting through his chest. Letting out a breathy groan, he muttered, his head falling back against the pillow, “Don’t- don’t do that…” Part of you wanted to laugh at him, call him a pussy, and go find out wherever the other guys were headed, but another part of you, maybe one you went too eager to own up to, couldn’t deny that he looked kind of pretty when he got fucked up, all fragile and defeated. Like it activated something primal in you, this unconscious attraction towards broken things. You came to the realization that, when that mouth and that attitude of his wasn’t fucking it up, he was pretty hot.

The thing is, both of you liked each other, but neither were too eager to jump at that whole romcom style ‘confessing your feelings’ thing, so for the next few weeks, you tried to keep up the whole hating each other charade. Like when you and him were on the mini-ramp Chris hauled to set with his truck to give you something to do in between filming, and Bam just kept messing up whatever trick he was intent on doing that day. Up he’d go, then down to the plywood with a slam that left him a shiny new bruise- back and forth. “Y’know, it’s a lot easier to do tricks once you’ve learned to stay on your board.” You taunted, kicking up your board to stand on the one side of the ramp. But as he was about to reply with some smart ass response, Bam nailed whatever stupidly over complicated thing he was attempting. “Hahaha! Yes!” Popping his board up with one foot and, turning to you with a triumphant grin, he did one of those victory crotch grabs. “Suck it!” Ignoring the fact that, given the right circumstances, you probably would’ve taken him up on that offer, you rolled your eyes, looking him up and down in a way you hoped looked sarcastic as you spat, “Yeah, in your dreams.” Still, while the venom in your words was still there, it was dulled in a way, like a swallowing a spoonful of sugar after bitter medicine. “Oh, I’d rather rip my dick off and shove it up my ass before I let you suck it!” Bam had the same shitty comebacks as ever.

And the fact that you two were phoning it in wasn’t lost in the slightest on the rest of the guys. They’d try to drop hints to Bam and say that if he’s got the hots for you that it’d be a good idea to try not being an asshole for once, but he’d just laugh them off and tell them that that’s what chicks like nowadays- assholes. But they had no clue. All anyone else knew was that the seemingly boiling hatred you had for each other had melted into a mere simmer, practically friendly banter. Maybe Bam didn’t hit the mark when he said you were fucking the whole crew, but was right about you being shameless, as he would come to find out a few weeks into whatver the two of you had going on. But now, he wasn't one to complain when you pulled him behind a trailer on set, or into an empty hotel room- hell, even into one of those porta-potties on set. Honestly, it was just like how he imagined.

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tyummyz · 3 days ago

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stormy nights

↳ a fic requested by an anon! — ft. little!johnnie and cg!jake

summary: jake leaves the house to go get a few things, unintentionally leaving a stressed johnnie at home with a storm approaching their area.

warnings: loud storm + tears + maybe a small curse word from jake + angst with some fluff at the end !

a/n: thank you to the anon who requested this, you made me motivated to write 🙏

johnnie was curled up under a large amount of blankets that were previously scattered around his bed, softly breathing as tears rolled down his cheeks. his fuzzy mindset wasn’t making this scenario any better, he silently cursed himself for even letting his stress build up this much.

the day started pretty bad just because of johnnie building up his stress about needing to post content with people, editing, taking care of himself, and just controlling his every day duties. jake, his roommate, best friend, and caregiver, was trying to help the other man out, telling him to take breaks and just relax. sadly, the emo was not letting himself ease into a less stressful mindset, claiming he couldn’t get off track. jake had been attempting to make the two some dinner but he realized he was short on practically everything, so he grabbed his car keys and called out for johnnie as he stepped towards the door.

“hey johnnie?” the punk called as he began to throw some shoes on, not even sure which pair he was grabbing.

“what?” johnnie called from the living room where he was sat, blue-light from his laptop burning into his eyes as he was editing some clips for a video he was planning to release.

“i’m gonna head out to the store, you need anything?” jake finally tied up his shoes and he leaned against the door-frame.

“no- i’m fine.” johnnie replied blankly, but he did use a soft tone since jake wasn’t bugging him, and he didn’t have a reason to snap at his friend.

jake nodded and he headed out the door, yelling a goodbye, while johnnie just muttered one. the emo looked up from his computer, soon realizing that the sky was looking oddly dark for his liking. he shook his head and jus sunk back into the couch, trying to focus on the editing software opened in-front of him.

that focus didn’t last, as soon as the first ‘boom’ sound hit the streets of la, and the flash of white covered the dark sky, johnnie jumped with panic. ‘it wasn’t supposed to storm?’ johnnie reminded himself, but it was no use. the rain started to tap against the glass of him and jake’s house. johnnie shut the lap top and he jumped again, another loud crash flooding his slightly fuzzy brain. the emo ran upstairs and he called out, not even trying to suppress the feeling he’s been pushing out for almost a week.

“jakey?!” he called, before reminding himself that jake left to go get something. johnnie whined slightly and he ran into his room, tears blurring his vision as he quickly huddled under blankets and wrapped his hands around his ears. his ears didn’t do much to muffe the crashes, and his shut eyes didn’t do a lot to hide the flashes of lightning. he was mumbling things, attempting to comfort himself but it wasn’t exactly working. the storm wasn’t helping at all— it never did help the little. johnnie felt the warm tears fall onto his sheets and he whined, just wanting his caregiver in that moment. he heard the door open and he shut his eyes, not wanting to move, and he wasn’t even sure if it was jake.

from downstairs, the punk looked around and he didn’t see johnnie on the couch looking exhausted. he muttered, “shit—“ and he ran to johnnie’s room, stopping half way and running back, nearly falling. he searched through a few bags he’d sat on the counter and he grabbed an item, taking a breather and then running back to johnnie’s room. he opened the door and saw johnnie under many blankets. “johns—? hey- hey you’re okay..” his voice warmly added, still trying to catch his breath. he saw the emo look up and practically slump with relief, holding his arms out to his caregiver. jake walked over and sat down, pulling johnnie onto him as the little cried against his shirt. jake softly put out some comforting words, rubbing johnnie’s back.

“don’ like da stowm…” the little mumbled into jake’s shirt, his voice wobbly from crying.

“i know you don’t…but jakey’s got ya, it’s okay.” jake rested his chin on top of johnnie’s head, one hand resting on the back of it. “hey— wanna see what dada brought you?” jake tapped johnnie’s shoulder, causing the puffy eyed regressor to look up and wipe his nose on his sleeve. jake reached behind him and pulled out a red, bat plushie.

johnnie’s eyes lit up and he smiled, still jumping when the thunder crashed against the world. he grabbed the bat and leaned against jake, rubbing his eye. “t’ank ’ou jay-jay..” johnnie smiled.

“you’re welcome. he’s always gonna protect you, right? even if dada’s not here, this little guy’s gonna be here to fight those mean storms off for you.” jake chuckled, gesturing to the bat. he caused a smile and a small giggle to escape johnnie. “what? you think that’s funny?” jake laughed, causing johnnie to laugh a bit more. “i’m serious, johns! stop laughing—!” jake tried to sound serious, but he just made johnnie laugh more.

after the giggles died down, jake had johnnie on his lap, looking at the bat. jake was using one of his hands to over johnnie’s ear, the other already covered by jake’s shirt.

“love ‘ou, dada…” johnnie mumbled, a small smile that contrasted from the previous tears that displayed on his face.

“awh— i love you too, buddy. and i’ll always be here when you need.” jake looked down at johnnie and his heart basically melted.

johnnie smiled and wiped the remaining tears that had pretty much dried up. he then went back to playing with the bat’s wings, his little mind now focused on naming this little guy.

divider credit (top one): @saradika-graphics

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mxngldmxdnsss · 9 months ago

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pink in the night - johnny cage

this is kind of a dig on johnny and mk1 itself, I HATED how shallow they lowkey kind of made him - so much wasted potential with the fact that they could’ve explored further his reason for separating/divorcing his (ex) wife and the whole bankruptcy besides johnny being really irresponsible with money and not landing movies - sorry for the rant 😊

also there WILL be a sequel with Paper Bag by Fiona Apple so brace yallselves 😸

cw! pity sex kinda, v sex, angst obvi, fingering, unprotected sex, cum eating, dacryphilia, overstimulation, orgasm denial, creampies - pretty much an awkward one night stand but super depressing

sexual content ahead : proceed with caution!

It’d been months since the “incident.” You could remember the day when news broke, you had already known of course; Johnny kept you and everyone else at the Fire Temple very updated. The media went wild - theories and conspiracies spiraling out from each corner of the internet, from small things like simple dislike for each other, to absurd accusations of infidelity and abuse.

You thought that anyone still stretching and spinning the event could have seen that there was not much to write about - but you were too sure about the wrong thing. The day had been going fine, just fine. Johnny was busy practicing with some of the other monks from the temple while you and everyone else sat a bit away, observing as Johnny was knocked on his ass for the nth time.

Kung Lao snickered alongside you at the sight of Johnny moaning on about how the monk who had taken him down had taken advantage of him turning to flash a wink and a smile at the group. You turned to Kenshi and made a passing comment on how Johnny just might be able to get out of a fight just by boring the opponent to death with his cries of unfairness. Kenshi entertained the joke with a chuckle and a nod while everyone else shook their heads.

“What’re you two school-girls giggling about?” Came an annoyed and slightly out of breath voice. You glanced up to see Johnny standing over you all, his face pink with exhaustion and poorly masked embarrassment. “Oh, nothing.” You quipped mischievously as you nudged Kenshi to give him his queue.

Kenshi caught on quickly and raised his brows as he turned to look at Johnny. “Yeah, nothing.” Kenshi formulated an expression to Johnny that you couldn’t understand only being further confused when Johnny huffed and plopped down beside you. “Oh hardy har har, fuck you guys”

You slid Johnny a plate of dumplings you’d managed to save from Kung Lao’s wrath and turned your focus to your own plate of food, trying to ignore the warmth radiating off of Johnny’s close body and his overpowering cologne.

Johnny scrolled online as he stuffed his face with now cold dumplings - which he so stubbornly claimed were how he liked them. You all hardly paid attention to what was going on outside of the Fire Temple but when you heard Johnny slam his chopsticks on the table and witnessed him get up suddenly and storm off, you wished you knew what had happened before he did.

You gave Kenshi a bewildered look, to which he shrugged and used Johnny’s sudden exit as an excuse to also leave. Kung Lao did the same when you quietly asked what was wrong and excused himself to practice. You and Raiden were left together at the table sitting in an uncomfortable silence. When you finally managed the confidence to look over at Raiden, he gave you a sympathetic look, one he always wore, and you were glad for it.

The two of you cleaned up the table and took the dishes back to the kitchens and dropped them off to be cleaned before walking back towards the courtyard that separated the main temple area and separate housing spaces. Glancing at Raiden and seeing his already assuring gaze, you let the worried questions spill from your mouth. “Should I go check on him? Do you think something’s really wrong? Should we tell Liu Kang?” Came tumbling out of your mouth and you panted softly as you searched Raiden’s eyes for an answer.

Raiden simply smiled sincerely at you and gave you a quiet nod. You took Raiden’s nod as a referral to check on Johnny and said your quick goodbyes before heading to the housing area. You fixed any wrinkles on your clothes and wiped the corners of your mouth as you nervously fixed yourself before arriving at the door to Johnny’s room.

You hesitated for a moment before knocking gently and calling through the wood that it was you. Waiting for a moment, you debated if this was the right thing to do before hearing Johnny’s voice invite you in. You turned the nob to the door and walked into the surprisingly dark room.

When your eyes finally adjusted you saw Johnny curled on his side on his bed - his usual flashy and inflated self not found anywhere as you entered the room and closed the door behind you. By now on a normal day you’d have been bombarded with a dirty joke or two and questions and gossip about the world outside of the Fire Temple.

You made your way across the room to the end of the side of the bed. “Are you alright?” You questioned meekly as you watched Johnny twist around and reach up to turn the bedside lamp on. Looking down you saw that he’d discarded his typical monk attire and opted for his fabulous Cage Pajamas that he would usually show off.

Johnny stared up at you for a moment in silence before answering you. “I’m feeling better than ever, why?” Despite his response you could hear the exasperation in his voice, paired with a coldness you didn’t recognize. You gave him a look before moving to sit at the edge of the bed, careful to mind Johnny as you studied his face.

“Oh come on, I’m not that gullible Johnny, I know something’s bothering you.” You fold your hands on your lap as you refrain from glancing around the room, not wanting to give away your own nervousness. Hearing a sigh you focus back on Johnny’s voice as he pushes himself up in bed.

“Yeah, you’re right.” Johnny groans out before looking to you. He reaches for his phone and opens it quickly before tossing it to you. “Just read it.” Johnny says as he leans back against the headboard. You look down to see an article pulled up on the screen, just by the title you can tell it’s about Johnny’s ex-wife, Kris. As you begin to read further into it, you begin to understand Johnny’s dilemma.

Apparently photos of Kris around the city Johnny lives in, being accompanied by a man were finally confirmed to be a new relationship. You feel a pang somewhere in your heart as you look up at Johnny and find him with his head in his hands. Somehow, someway you feel betrayal, something you aren’t even owed, and you know it.

You and Johnny are nothing more than friends. Just really close, good friends.

You close out of the stupid article and place Johnny’s phone back on top of the nightstand before turning back to him. You aren’t even able to get a word out before Johnny interjects.

“I know I said I was over her, I am, trust me, before you begin to scold me. But.. already?” Johnny gives you a hopeless look when he finally looks up at you. “Am I really that far gone that no one will dwell on me?” You swallow back your feelings of humiliation and sadness and force a tight assuring smile.

“Johnny, I think you need to realize that you don’t need anyone to dwell on you.” You begin, sucking in a deep breath as you think carefully. “You have all of us, your friends, me, that’ll be here to support you, so why expect someone to wait on the time you had together?” You finish your sentence with a barely held back sigh as you lead forward to place a hand on Johnny’s knee before patting it, not wanting to lean too far into his space to pat his shoulder.

Johnny stares at you for a prolonged moment before leaning forward to take your hands in his. His eyes are cloudy with complex emotions that you cannot pinpoint as he drags you forward until you two are inches apart.

“Would you dwell on me?” Johnny asks, and you’re not even sure if he even understands what he’s asking. You’re at a loss for words as you gape at him while a fire erupts in your mind and your cheeks paint themselves pink. All you can manage is a short gasp and the beginning of a lost sentence before Johnny lurches forward and presses a desperate kiss to your lips.

You barely have time to recuperate the action before Johnny takes his opportunity to slip his tongue into your already parted lips and moves to push you down. Your head swirls with confusing emotions as you cling to Johnny’s novelty shirt and whine at his eagerness.

Johnny hardly seems to notice your nervous attempts to return his affections as he moves to press soft kisses to your neck before beginning to slide his hands under your shirt and pants. You shudder as Johnny cups your covered breast, while his other hand hooks his fingers on the band of your underwear.

You want to ask Johnny why he’s so suddenly bombarding you with affection like this but find yourself lost in the feeling of Johnny’s hands kneading your breast and slipping into your panties. Clinging to his arms, you allow Johnny to practically rip your bra off and move to pinch and roll your nipple between his fingers. Your body jumps and jolts at the welcomed actions and you whine at Johnny as he dips his fingers into your cunt, providing a steady pace as he continues to muffle your cries with his mouth. The cold metal of Johnny’s initialed ring brushes against your hole and dips inside of you for a moment, and you respond with a clench of your walls and Johnny rewards you with a quiet groan.

You’re brought to a quick release when Johnny finds your needy clit and presses the pad of his thumb to it before rubbing it in circles. You pant softly against Johnny’s lips, his eyes hazy as he glances down to admire his glistening fingers, now pulled out of you, slick with your cum.

You find yourself sucking Johnny’s fingers, not even registering that he pushed them into your mouth to have you clean them back off. Using his wrist as your anchor, you hold onto him as he slide the dexterous digits across your tongue and further into your warm mouth. You look up at Johnny coyly as you slide your tongue between his two fingers and he pinches your nipple with a soft chuckle causing you to huff at him.

Johnny quickly rids you of your clothes and moves to strip himself of his own before sitting back to admire you for moment. When you cover yourself out of embarrassment Johnny says nothing, only sliding his thumbs between the back of the apex of your thighs as he grabs hold of your legs to pull them apart for him. Your cunt still glistens with your fluids and you can’t help but jerk your hips when the cool air of the room hits your pussy.

“Johnny..” You whine up at him, and Johnny’s eyes flick up to your face and back down at you. He slides his hands over your thighs until they sit on the insides of them before pushing them further apart. You don’t have time to question why Johnny is so intent on looking at you before you feel him press the tip of his cock to your twitching hole.

Eager, you buck your hips up as far as you can while Johnny still holds your hips down, and it gives him the green light to push into you. You gasp softly and move to grab Johnny’s arms as he splits you open. Whimpering and eyes pricking with tears, you look to Johnny for assurance, only finding his expression foggy, eyebrows knit together as he concentrates on stuffing himself inside of you.

He finally buries himself to the hilt inside of you and curses to himself as you squeeze him tightly. You moan softly and attempt to slide your arms around Johnny’s shoulders to pull him in more, but he remains unmoving, you set the desire aside as best you can until Johnny begins to thrust harshly into you, making you cry out.

You want so desperately to hold him close, but Johnny seems worlds away as he makes quick work of pounding into you. You moan out and tears pool in your eyes again as you feel Johnny find your sweet spot and angle his hips to abuse it with his quick thrusts.

Feeling your orgasm build up again you whimper and move to wrap your legs around Johnny’s hips, to which he doesn’t mind, instead moving his hands up to grab your hands and pin them down beside your head. Johnny takes you in, watching your face contort into expressions he wishes he could burn into his memory forever, and your breasts bounce as he thrusts into you fervently, right down to where you two meet, where a ring forms at the base of his cock made up of all your juices.

Johnny suddenly halts his strokes and instead opts to bury himself deep inside of you, rocking steadily as he leans down to kiss the corner of your lips, however the grip he has on your wrists never cease only changing when he moves to hold both of your wrists in one hand, still pinned down to the bed. With his free hand, Johnny moves to free himself from your grip and pulls out slowly, moving to slide the head of his cock up and down your slit, dipping slightly into your folds.

He watches your expression as you give a silent plea for him to continue to fuck you. When he shakes his head, imploring you to beg for it, you give a sheepish look before opening back up your mouth. “Please Johnny..” You say quietly, hoping he’ll let up on his teasing and simply let you cum again.

Johnny instead shakes his head and slides his cock back up your cunt, stopping when his tip catches your clit. He glances up at you as he runs his tip over your puffy pearl, watching you become undone by his simple actions. Johnny pulls away before you can find release, and you feel your orgasm ebbing out of existence once more.

Before Johnny can voice his need for you to beg, you open your mouth and voice it all. “Please Johnny, I need you.” You legs twitch as you slide your thighs up against Johnny’s hips and he looks up at you and raises his eyebrows when you speak and you buck your hips up for contact. “I need all of you.” You whine finally, and Johnny suddenly presses back into you roughly.

Soft groans leave Johnny’s throat as he rests his head between your neck and shoulder, never allowing you to leave his grip and grab onto him as he pounds into you unlike before. You’re left gasping and wailing as you struggle to adjust to Johnny’s new pace, but you can hardly complain when he slides his hand down the side of your body gently and pats your leg, urging you to wrap them around him once more. You do so gladly, feeling his curious hand dip between the two of you and find your sensitive clit.

You’re brought abruptly to your end as you cum suddenly with the added stimulation, clenching and gushing around Johnny cock but he fucks you through it, now focused on chasing the end of his own high. Finally, Johnny’s hips stutter and his stomach flexes as he buries himself inside of you before cumming. He curses into your ear, and rests for a moment before pulling away.

While your chest still heaves with exhaustion, you blink away the haziness left after your orgasm and watch as Johnny pulls your legs apart and pulls out, groaning when he sees his seed dribble out of your pussy and onto the bed. You stare up at Johnny still panting and move to cover your chest as you shiver from the air, no longer protected from it by Johnny.

Johnny simply stares at you for a moment before moving to lay down beside you, hardly acknowledging you apart from an ‘encouraging’ slap on the ass, a breathless smile and a cocky chuckle.

You lay there mortified as you process the fact that you just fucked your closest friend without any care in the world and embarrassment seeps into your mind. You crawl under the blankets and Johnny follows suite when he feels your movement, meeting his gaze you know before you can fix it that your expression is confused and anxiety ridden - so full of questions for what just happened - because Johnny turns to face away from you, leaving you to stare at his back all night.

When you wake up there’s nothing but a cold spot beside you where Johnny had laid and when you join the group later that day he hardly spares a glance your way.

Part II - Paper Bag

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foolsocracy · 1 year ago

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Do you have any fic recommendations? I've just read the open road and other anesthetics, which was good, but I'd love more Noir content.

oh boy do i

Here are a few fics i have on hand! If I have time or stumble across more, I can make another post/add to this one. Heads up, the open road and other anesthetics is pretty light hearted and these probably will not be. so say vigilant LMAO (its noir, ya know?). If you wanted more spiderverse centric fics rather than noirverse let me know i'll see what i can pull together.

Burning Matches by HopelesslyLost (complete) 344,746 words

Cant have a Spider Noir fic rec list without the gospel itself. Definitely on the whumpier side, lots of "this guy can never catch a break huh" but very good! Takes the noirverse and makes it so so cool. I pull a lot from this fic. Great stuff Its a post ITSV setting and features a great deal of everyone but Pete is def the focus. The spider gang is trying to get back together, but when they get to Noir's world things don't go as planned. Heavy on the found family. Heavy on the angst. Love Noir's relationship w/ Miles' parents

The Wind Follows by HopelesslyLost (incomplete) 99,501 words

Goes along with Burning Matches as a side story of Pete infiltrating the KKK to get them tf out of NYC. Very heavy handed on the angst. Even whumpier than Burning Matches. Where it stands right now, it ends on an incredibly low note, very much like Eyes Without a Face. Peter's kicked while he's down & physically incapable of getting a win. But Peter does kick Nazi ass which is always nice to see If you like the noirverse HopelesslyLost writes this is very interesting! Gotta be my fave part of this fic. I love seeing Noir Cage, Daredevil, and Tony Stark. Plus the who "cursed" situation.. mwah

i'll go back to december by snapplebee (incomplete, recently updated) 14,503 words

This fic reminds me of the open road and other anesthetics, but if it was a little angstier w/ Noir. The spider gang is hanging out for the holidays, Noir doesn't know how to fuckn relax.

Catch a Tiger by the Tail by Gruoch (completed) 40,049 words

Just finished this one today! Was very fun. It's an MJ spider-man (her POV) and a Black Cat Peter. Gwen Stacy, a dancer at Felica Hardy's place, is found dead. Her fiancé, Peter Parker, is found dead soon after. Its very much a mystery! TBH i think i was out of it reading this because a twist got me that I'm almost positive was obvious from the beginning LMAO. Slight Peter/Johnny Storm as well

Between Midnight and Dawn by Gruoch (incomplete) 14,158 words

Prequel to the previous rec. I love this one and I'd do anything to see it update again. Shows you how Peter got to be the Black Cat, he has cool run ins with the Dare Devil and Stark, all the fun noir folks. Heads up on the dysfunctional found family tag, thats for sure Peter and Felicia. But they're strange in canon anyway so its not really much of a surprise.

He Sleeps in a Town of Darkness by luckystarsandgarters (complete) 21,278 words

This is the fic i mentioned a post or 2 ago about Johnny Storm being a drag performer. I really love the atmosphere of this fic, I thought it was pulling from an offical comic thats how well it got me. This one's Pete/Johnny Storm! They're cute. Lots of focus on the gay subculture of the 30s I think.

Trust by Ackerhardt (complete) 6,989

Peter & Jean De Wolfe vs the world. Quick read in the classic noirverse. Jean is fun we should talk about him more tbh. Peter/Jean actually! Just colleged aged guys taking on crime in the city.

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ronearoundblindly · 7 months ago

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Ro's Monthly Edit

April 7th, 2024 - May 5th, 2024

In case you missed any of the new posted content this month, here's a handy-dandy list with short excerpts and links to all of them!

Warning: while none of the snippets are themselves explicit, a good number of the writings this month were 18+ only. Please read all warnings at the beginning of each post, and minors, please stick with works included in the Light Masterlist.

*I've only added excerpts of the two dirty headcanon asks that were written in a narrative/story style. The rest are on the list linked below.

Various Dirty Headcanons (see full list) featuring characters: Steve Rogers, Ransom Drysdale, Jake Jensen, Lloyd Hansen, Johnny Storm, Ari Levinson, Jimmy Dobyne, and Curtis Everett

Big Girls Don't Cry, from It Had To Be You (explicit) CEO!Steve Rogers x assistant/co-CEO!Reader

Steve sees you shiver and scrambles to find the blanket, tucking it around you but not giving you space to hide your face. He cups your cheek so you can't cover your eyes either, thumb sweeping across the wet streaks left behind, asking if you're ready to talk to him about it, but you shake your head. "I love you," you do say. "I just hate you a little right now."

Dirty Water, from Sun, Salt, and Shield (explicit) Steve Rogers x deep sea mermaid!Reader

Even in the very low light of damp room, he could see the lavender of your stare drop to his crotch. "You sing too?" Steve's an idiot. He didn't understand yet, so that dumbass actually began humming 'You Are My Sunshine' because nothing else occurred to him. Then he noticed your tail glowing beneath the scales. Then he realized you were pressing yourself to his legs. Aaaand then Steve Rogers looked down your body to witness his knee disappearing in a spongy spot where the armoring swelled apart. Oh god.

Untitled Ask, from Sun, Salt, and Shield Steve Rogers x deep sea mermaid!Reader

The most heart-warming thing Steve teaches you is the hug. So simple. So reminiscent of your first meeting. If you lay your head on his chest, your face can remain underwater to breathe and hold onto Steve indefinitely, and he's tried. The longest he's gone is five straight hours of just you two holding each other, brushing his thumb over your cheek, giving you soft back rubs, getting gentle back scratches from you, and loving every second. Sometimes he just talks to you, even when he knows you can't understand most of the words. It's shocking how much gets across by emotion and intonation alone. You squeeze him a little tighter when he's telling you a sad story, and you rub your forehead into his sternum when he laughs at something.

Pirate & Pin Cushion, part two (see JJ Masterlist) Jake Jensen x gn!ops!Reader

“Don’t worry, PC, they got you the good stuff. Heavy duty meds. Nothing but the best.” “PC?” you croak. Jake smirks warily. “For Pin Cushion. Eh, I’m test-driving it,” he shrugs. “You smile pretty.” Pink floods Jake’s cheeks. “Thank you?” Using all your might and concentration, your hand moves to his. “You got thick arms.”

Pirate & Pin Cushion, finale (see JJ Masterlist) Jake Jensen x gn!ops!Reader

“I’D KNOWN YOU FOR TWO WEEKS,” you explode, bolting out of your own seat. “Yeah,” Jake squeaks, “I know.” “Two weeks, and then you taped me saying ‘I love you?’” “But, like—“ his usually deep timbre pitches super high “…did you?” “Why would you just sit on that, Jake?!” “You weren’t exactly sober.” He shrugs.

Lease, one-shot (see SR One-Shots Masterlist) Steve Rogers x best friend!roommate!reader

“You don’t have to put photos,” Sam assures, “and you can stick with your first name only. I swear to you, man, this’ll be good for you. Get you out there more. Help me out here, Tagalong!” He turns to you for support. To be fair, you did quite literally tag along with your parents for years to the VA, and it stuck. Why it sticks as a grown-ass adult? You’ll never know. You just don’t mind Sam Wilson saying it because he means well and never uses it in public. “Uh, nooooo.” Sam’s face falls. “What?” You look at Steve and grimace, clicking your tongue. “He’s not ready for that,” you conclude. Steve jumps out of the chair, arms wide with victory. “THAT’S WHAT I’VE BEEN SAYING!”

No Promises, part one (explicit, darkfic) (see LH Masterlist) Lloyd Hansen x rival assassin!Reader

Easy pickings is what this guy is. All Lloyd has to do is make it look like the middle-aged, fake-tanned Pillsbury Doughboy down there had a heart attack…which might actually happen at the rate his target is shoveling antipasto down his gullet. Lloyd wipes his own mouth in disgust. The women have the right idea though, especially the one in the yellow bikini. His target looks like a desperate and lonely man, whether flashing around wealth or not, so leech away, ladies. Enjoy the free ride while it lasts.

No Promises, part two (explicit, darkfic) (see LH Masterlist) Lloyd Hansen x rival assassin!Reader

Lloyd keeps his steps forward into the room slow and casual, though his ire is obvious. He stops halfway across the carpet, unzips his leather jacket, and tosses it onto the foot of the bed. He seems surprised when you strut over without hesitation; he hasn’t handed over any weapons, but you haven’t asked for a reason. Lloyd’s reputation is cocky, commanding, and curious—in that order—so he won’t start speculating till it’s too late. Indeed, what possible harm could you inflict wearing this lil’ ol’ thing, huh?

[Main Masterlist; Light Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

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ralith · 2 years ago

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Mending

I come out of fic hiatus to present you with my first Ghostsoap fic.

Ghost treats Soap's wound after they escape Las Almas. Soap finds himself weak in the Lieutenant's hands.

Can also be found posted to my AO3.

Rated Teen for suggestive dialogue and mild blood.

Having finally escaped the blood-stained streets of Las Almas, Soap was hopeful that, at least for tonight, he was done getting trapped in dangerous positions. He’d spent the last few hours hunted alive, but now he found himself in the most precarious position of the night, his frame rigid and pressed hard into the truck’s backseat as Ghost’s larger build loomed over him like the shadow of death. The masked man awkwardly straddled Soap’s lap in the cramped cab. He eased the seat back as much as it would allow and Soap went without a fight.

“Let’s get a good look at you,” Ghost said and adjusted the angle of the headlamp he had taped to the truck’s interior so it shone on the prone man’s bullet wound. It was the only light available save for the stray flashes of lightning outside. The storm was beginning to wane, but rain still pattered the windows and wind buffeted the truck where it sat behind a rocky outcropping off the road.

Soap had already shrugged off his tac-vest and had moved to strip off his shirt when Ghost caught the other’s hand to stop him, shaking his head. Ghost instead only rolled up the ripped sleeve. Soap was mildly disappointed to say the least.

“Not bad,” Ghost said after a few moments of examining the injury.

“Like what you see?” Soap huffed out. He had done his best to ignore the pain seeping back into his limbs, but it was becoming a losing battle. Most of the pain was in his legs after crawling through the cobblestones streets for hours. Not the best time he’d had on all fours.

Ghost easily ignored his comment. “Bullet only grazed you. Wound looks pretty clean. Still need to stitch you up some, though.”

The lieutenant reached behind him and unclipped a small first aid kit from his vest. When he sat back to rummage through its contents, Soap was keenly aware of just how large Ghost was, a hulking shadow in the dim light. A solid slab of a man.

Soap’s nose wrinkled at the smell of rubbing alcohol. Ghost was pouring a small vial onto a cloth.

“Not ideal, but it will do for impromptu surgery. Hold still,” Ghost murmured and barely gave Soap time to react before he was pressing the cloth to the raw skin around the wound. Hold still was not something Soap did well and he immediately jerked in response, driving his knee up into Ghost’s crotch.

Ghost crashed down atop the Scotsman, catching himself on his forearms and stopping with only centimeters between their faces.

“Fucking hell, Johnny,” Ghost growled, low and threatening. Soap could practically feel the man’s groan on his lips and that feeling went straight to his dick. He felt the soft heat of Ghost’s strained breaths through the mask and Soap prayed Ghost wasn’t going to sit back because if he did he was going to feel the sergeant straining in his jeans.

“Sorry, LT,” Soap murmured. He slipped his hand to the truck door and fumbled for the window crank. He was overheating. But Ghost stopped him, gloved hand overlaying his own.

“No,” Ghost exhaled slowly. He rose again, composing himself, and quickly resumed cleaning the area around the wound.

“Ghost?” Soap questioned. He was really asking if Ghost was alright. Ghost was already preparing the suture.

“Don’t want anyone to hear you scream.”

Soap’s mind went blank at that and he was sure his brain had dropped into his dick at the lieutenant’s words. His mind swam with the image of himself pinned beneath the larger man, his voice rough from overuse, Ghost’s name a strangled melody on kiss bruised lips. The sergeant was beyond relieved Ghost chose that exact moment to press the needle into flesh because it gave cover to his obscene moan.

“Easy, Johnny,” Ghost’s words were like a balm that soothed after each painful tug of flesh. To distract himself, Soap entranced himself in Ghosts’s beautiful eyes, watching the smallest flits of his gaze as he worked quickly.

“They teach you this in mask-making class?”

“You learn to take care of yourself in the field.” Ghost’s words were sobering. He met Soap’s eyes and Soap was sure there was sadness in there, if only briefly. Soap conjured up the image of the lieutenant bloody and broken, left alone to mend himself in the most inhospitable of warzones. And yet here the man was, handling Soap with all the tenderness their current situation would allow.

“You did good, Johnny,” Ghost praised as he tied off the suture and began to wrap fresh gauze around the toned bicep.

“Maybe you could teach me, someday,” Soap smiled up at the other man and Ghosts’s eyes widened as he marveled at the Scots eager grin. Soap’s smile did more to cast away the shadows than the steadily dimming headlamp.

“Maybe under better circumstances.” Soap was sure he saw the faintest smile form behind the mask in the way Ghosts’s eyes crinkled at the corners. “But that’s down the road. For now, Johnny, rest. We still have some distance to cover.”

Ghost raised an outstretched palm. He was sure this moment called for a friendly pat like Soap had done to him numerous times. He hesitated for a moment, settling on patting Soap’s outer thigh before dismounting his fellow soldier and clambering into his seat. Soap could only let out a rough laugh.

Ghost could teach him how to treat wounds in the field and he would have to teach Ghost how to touch another man.

#call of duty #modern warfare 2 #ghostsoap #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #ralith's fanfiction #fanfiction

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brckentales · 2 years ago

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hey there! this is a multimuse rp blog, that features characters from various fandoms —— ranging from dc, marvel, a song of ice and fire, disney, and more —— with more to come later!

crossover friendly & encouraged. the writer is 18+, and i ask anyone who follows to be an adult as well, as this blog will feature mature and possibly dead dove themes, including heavy adult content, so please bare that in mind.

i'm also completely open to writing on discord, if that's your preference! my pms are very much open whenever, for plotting or chatting or whatever.

also, this pinned post and everything else is mostly temporary. i'll be working on making everything look nicer as i go along!

under the cut, i’ll include a few things, including my muse list, some muses / characters i’m looking for to write opposite with, and a few other details for rp!

my messages are always open, feel free to dm!

WHAT I'M LOOKING FOR

i'm open to most kinda plots and pairings, open to any themes and ideas, we can discuss whatever tbh. i don't have any real limits here.

WHO I PLAY

there’s a more detailed muse list below, but honestly? i can play most any male character tbh, whatever fits the plot or pairing we go for! i can do canons, crossovers, or ocs —— it's all a yes from me! feel free to suggest someone who might not be on the list.

MUSE LIST

again, i’m pretty flexible and can write some characters outside of this, whether canon or oc, so feel free to suggest anything, this is more just for inspiration, tbh.

Heroes / Anti-heroes: Batman / Bruce Wayne, Nightwing / Dick Grayson, Red Robin / Tim Drake, Robin / Damian Wayne, Signal / Duke Thomas, Batman Beyond / Terry McGinnis, Green Lantern / Kyle Rayner, The Flash / Wally West, Impulse / Bart Allen, Green Arrow / Oliver Queen, Green Arrow / Connor Hawke, Arsenal / Roy Harper, Aquaman / Arthur Curry, Aqualad / Kaldurah'm, Superboy / Conner Kent, Superman / Jon Kent, Cyborg / Victor Stone, Booster Gold, Hawkman / Carter Hall, Swamp Thing, Jimmy Olsen

Villains: Deathstroke / Slade Wilson, Deadshot / Floyd Lawton, Black Adam, Vandal Savage, Scarecrow, Flashpoint Batman / Thomas Wayne, Bane, Reverse-Flash / Eobard Thawne, Black Manta, Lobo, The Penguin / Oswald Cobblepot, Joker

MARVEL

Heroes / Anti-heroes: Daredevil / Matt Murdock, Punisher / Frank Castle, Spider-Man / Miles Morales, Spider-Man 2099 / Miguel O'Hara, Spider-Man Noir, Cyclops / Scott Summers, Wolverine, Archangel / Warren Worthington, Human Torch / Johnny Storm, Deadpool / Wade Wilson, Luke Cage, Winter Soldier / Bucky Barnes, Nick Fury

Villains: Magneto / Erik Lensherr, Green Goblin / Norman Osborn, Green Goblin / Harry Osborn, Doctor Doom / Victor von Doom, Bullseye, Kingpin / Wilson Fisk

A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE

Game of Thrones era: Jaime Lannister, Joffrey Baratheon

House of the Dragon era: Aemond Targaryen, Jacaerys Velaryon, Gwayne Hightower

BEN 10

Ben Tennyson, Kevin Levin, Albedo

AVATAR

Zuko, Mako, Sokka, Ozai

DISNEY

Peter Pan, Kuzco, Phineas Flyn, Olaf, Claude Frollo, Captain Hook, Dash Parr, Alfredo Linguini, Horst (Ratatouille)

MISC. ANIMATION

Numbuh Four (KND), Fred Jones (Scooby-Doo), Roger Rabbit, Daffy Duck, Wirt (Over the Garden Wall), Alejandro (Total Drama)

VIDEO GAMES

Genji (Overwatch), Javier Escuella (Red Dead Redemption)

WHO I’M LOOKING FOR

now here's the main gist of of what i'm looking for! if you can play any of the following characters, i would absolutely love it!

Cheshire / Jade Nguyen, Artemis Crock (from Young Justice), Yara Flor, Lois Lane, Donna Troy, Wonder Woman, Talia al Ghul, Black Canary / Dinah Lance, Zatanna, Ravager / Rose Wilson, Huntress / Helena Bertinelli, Jessica Cruz / Green Lantern, Poison Ivy, Star Sapphire / Carol Ferris, Punchline, Supergirl, Spoiler, Lian Harper, Catwoman / Selina Kyle (Comics or Zoe Kravitz), Barbara Gordon / Batgirl, Dawn Granger (Titans TV), Starfire, Lilith Clay, Hawkgirl, Lady Shiva, Mera, Sofia Falcone (Reevesverse), some Arrowverse girls (Iris West, Sara Lance, Thea Queen, Laurel Lance)

MARVEL

Elektra Natchios, Psylocke, Jean Grey, Emma Frost, Rogue, Kate Bishop, Lorna Dane, Susan Storm, Sersi, Felicia Hardy, Gwen Stacy / Spider-Gwen, Wanda, Laura Kinney, Black Widow, Wanda Maximoff, Danvers (MCU), Mary Jane Watson, Hope van Dyne (MCU), Claire Temple (MCU), Agatha Harkness (MCU), Gamora

OVERWATCH

Ashe or Kiriko

FINAL FANTASY 7

Tifa Lockhart, Aerith Gainsborough, Jessie Rasberry

RED DEAD REDEMPTION

Abigail Roberts, Sadie Adler, Mary-Beth Gaskill

STAR WARS

Leia or Rey

A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE (GAME OF THRONES / HOUSE OF THE DRAGON)

Daenerys Targaryen, Cersei Lannister, Margaery Tyrell, Melisandre, Alicent Hightower, Rhaenyra Targaryen, Helaena Targaryen, Visenya I Targaryen, Alys Rivers

AVATAR

Azula, Suki

DISNEY

Kim Possible or Shego, Colette (Ratatouille), Cinderella (Disney), Jasmine, Tinker Bell, Elsa, Rapunzel

DISNEY / NICK SITCOMS

Teddy Duncan (Good Luck, Charlie), Alex Russo (Wizards), Carly Shay (iCarly), Tori / Trina / Jade (Victorious), Sharpay Evans / Gabriella Montez (High School Musical)

TOTAL DRAMA

Heather, Gwen, Courtney

LIFE IS STRANGE

Max Caulfield, Chloe Price, Juliet Watson, Dana Ward, Kate Marsh, Loretta Rice

BEN 10

Gwen Tennyson (Alien Force version or older only), Ester, Charmcaster

MISC. ANIMATION / GAMING

Daphne Blake (Scooby-Doo), Ellie Williams (The Last of Us), Lara Croft (Tomb Raider), Jessica Rabbit (Who Framed Roger Rabbit?)

MISC. LIVE ACTION

Starlight / Annie January (The Boys), Betty Cooper (Riverdale), Yennefer of Vengerberg (The Witcher show)

CELEBRITIES

Margot Robbie, Megan Fox, Gemma Chan, Madison Beer, Anne Hathaway, Anya Chalotra, Victoria Pedretti, Jessica Chastain, Emeraude Taubia, Jenna Dewan, Candice Patton, Sydney Sweeney, Alice Eve, Caity Lotz, Kim Kardashian, Kylie Jenner, Olivia Wilde, Selena Gomez, Vanessa Hudgens, Taylor Swift, Dua Lipa, Conor Leslie, Minka Kelly, Alejandra Guilmant, Kennedy Walsh, Olivia Rodrigo, Hailey Bieber, Doja Cat, Hailee Steinfeld, Dakota Johnson, Corinna Kopf, Florence Pugh, Lili Reinhart, Ariana Grande, Scarlet Johansson, Bridget Mendler, Madelyn Cline, Sabrina Carpenter, Anya Taylor-Joy, Jenna Ortega, Olivia Cooke, Zoe Kravitz

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justawhimm · 2 years ago

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you’re real

fandom: cyb//erp//unk 2077 summary: following johnny’s death, kerry finds himself pregnant again. he’s still coming to grips with everything that happened, but is now having to live with the soon-to-be new arrival. all the stresses are building up. he’s not sure how he can take it, or if he actually can. all of that has to come to a pause though when he goes into labor right before a huge storm hits.

chapters: 3/8

content warnings: transmasculine pregnancy, graphic depiction of childbirth, mention of drug abuse, mention abusive friendship (nothing graphic), mention of terrorism

notes: it’s very late on may 14th when I’m posting this. I’m exhausted, but I wanted to get this posted before the day is through. I’ll fix any grammar and spelling in the next couple of days. thank you for understanding! EDIT: everything should be mostly all good now~

Current Year: April 2024 Kerry's Age: 36

cross posted on ao3

Kerry found out he was pregnant again less than a month after Johnny died, and he thought his world was falling apart. Not because he wasn't prepared or anything, oh no. This was so much more different than when he was pregnant with Derry.

He was in a relationship, for one. Three years on in dating Jamison, doing well. Living together, living in somewhere nicer than a fuckin' MegaBuilding. Derry was 16 years old and while she was excited to be an older sister, she (and everyone) could see that Kerry was in a fragile place. His oldest friend, the man he'd been in love with since they were teenagers... He was gone, and now suddenly he was becoming a father again. It was almost symbolic, but Kerry thought all of that shit was stupid. His pain wasn't symbolic, and he was never going to accept it as such.

The first months were horrendous on Kerry. His morning sickness was so much worse than how it'd been with Derry, same for the mood swings. Depression could likely be attributed to them as well, but with how things were going, it just seemed like it was all blending together. Not to mention the stress his body was under at that time, getting unnecessary attention from the screamsheets because of his close association to the "known terrorist" Johnny Silverhand now.

From Johnny to being investigated to his pregnancy being discovered, it felt like he was in the public eye at a rapid fire pace and Kerry just didn't want anything to do with it for once. He wanted nothing more than to just be left alone.

Much to his pure and utter dismay, it felt as though he would have the world's eye on him through the entirety of his pregnancy. Paps on every street corner to catch a glimpse of him, Jamison, or Derry doing anything. So, Kerry did just about the only thing he felt like he could: stay home.

"Last call, Ker. Gotta let me know what ya want. Tonight's gonna be rough and I can't be runnin' around for you like usual," Jamison explained calmly. He didn't usually have issue with going around in the middle of the night for the sake of Kerry's cravings. After seeing the warnings for the storm coming around tonight, though, he knew it was better to get this out of the way now, rather than later.

"I can't go on and tell ya the future, y'know," Kerry would argue slightly.

"Yeah, but better to have an idea and selection so you aren't begging me to go out when the wind's gusting tonight. Any aversions today at least?" Jamison watched as Kerry would consider the question, following beside him as he would make his way toward Kerry's car in the garage.

"Uh… absolutely nothing with garlic, or it ain't gonna be pretty. Oh! I know what I want. Jamie… Jamie, if you find any of the chocolate oreos, I'll marry you on the spot." Kerry went around the back of the car, following Jamison toward the driver's seat and grabbing his hand with both of his. The grin forming across Jamison's face was fond, and he'd lean in to kiss Kerry's forehead.

"Message received. I'll do my best. Think you'd be fine with chocolate stuff in general?"

"...Yeah, I guess."

"Nova. Kyra still comin' to pick Derry up for the weekend?"

"That's the plan. If you drag your feet, like you always fuckin' do, you'll probably miss her."

"Maybe that's my plan," Jamison remarked with a small smirk before shrugging. "See ya soon. Call me if you can think of anything else." Before Kerry could say anything further, he'd open the car door with his free hand, pecking him on the forehead one last time before getting into the car. Kerry rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his rounded belly before starting to head back inside. Whatever. Didn't need any fighting in the first place, so it was probably for the best.

The garage would open, then would close once Jamison was safely outside of it.

Kerry was really getting sick of this shit. With a hand pressed to the underside of his stomach, he'd feel the slight uncomfortable pressure from the baby's position. She'd dropped quite a bit just a few days ago, and if it was anything like his pregnancy with Derry, he knew he'd likely still have at least a week more before they'd get any sign of labor coming around. Pain in his fuckin' ass.

Waddling further into the house, he'd look around for his daughter. Not in the kitchen, not in the living room, not in the TV room. Meaning he was about to have a hell of a time going up the steps. Letting out a short grunt of irritation, he'd approach the bottom of the stairwell.

Nothing part of it was appealing to him. He hated that he'd had the nerve to think that it wouldn't be an issue early on in his pregnancy. Oh, Kerry from 6 months ago. You utter fucking fool. It'd been 16 years since the last time he was pregnant, and clearly he didn't have a fucking clue as to how he'd felt all the way back when he was 19 and not 36. It didn't help at all that he just didn't feel like he had the mental energy for this right now.

For a minute or two, he'd just stare at them with resentment. Considering his options.

…

Yeah, no. Fuck that.

"Derry!" Silence. "Derry, do not make me go all the way up there!" Kerry heard the sound of a door opening.

"Dad, we have phones." For fuck's sake. He hated when she actually had a single ounce of thought in that head of hers, unlike himself nowadays. "You could've just texted me, or called me…" Derry reminded, carefully padding over carpeted floors to step toward the top of the steps. Kerry looked up at her, seeing that she was finally dressed for the day. Even still, her bleached blonde hair was a bit unkempt, probably from lounging on her bed. Like he had for Jamison, he would cross his arms at her.

"Well you're here now. Are ya gettin' your stuff packed up to visit with your mom?"

"Already done."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Did you pack your inhaler? Your meds?"

"Yes, Dad. Baby your baby, not me," Derry complained, an annoyed scowl painting itself across her features. Kerry wouldn't even falter, patting the top of his belly unconsciously before he'd respond to her.

"This baby ain't here yet, so I guess you're the only one I've got. Be nice ta your old man… I'm just tryin' ta keep ya from forgetting shi- stuff. Doubt you want either Jamie or I ta have to head down ta your mom's house in case you forget somethin’."

That would make Derry's scowl turn into a slight grimace. Yeah, with the tension between both of her parents, it really wasn't ideal. So, she'd just sigh and stare at him for a few beats before sighing again.

"I'll double check…"

"Thank you."

Turning around, Derry let out a short groan of irritation as she'd make her way back toward her bedroom. Alright, all good on that front. He still hated that she was right, though. He should probably find his phone. He'd been on and off using his phone to call for her from just downstairs or the other room, depending on the day. With how close he was to having the new baby, though, he was pretty sure it'd become his go to for the next few weeks. Hopefully just a week.

Feeling a slight cramp, he'd rub along the under curve of his belly. With how tame these contractions were, they reminded him a lot of his false labor with Derry. Not very painful, not very regular. Just a product of him being on his feet for too damn long.

"Message received," Kerry murmured to himself. "Let's get my phone, find some water, and settle down for a while.”

By the time Jamison made it home, Derry was with her mom and the wind was already beginning to pick up a bit. About 10 mph, while the weather had said it was gonna be ranging from 30-40 mph by tonight. Coupled with the thunderstorm that was supposed to be coming with it, it seemed like it was gonna get nasty tonight.

"Home!" Jamison would call out into the house as he came in, several grocery bags hanging from one of his arms.

"Oreos?" Boy, what a greeting. Jamison breathed out a wheeze of a laugh as he wandered in toward the kitchen to start putting things away.

"Yep, got your oreos, baby," he'd call out, just loud enough for Kerry to be able to hear him.

"Better start lookin' for a ring, then. Pick out somethin' cute. Nothin' too glitz or else you're gonna look like a gold digger," Kerry teased from the other room. "Oreos first, though. Gotta have proof ta get your reward."

Yep, saw that coming. Setting down what he'd initially been putting away, Jamison would start to look through the blue cloth grocery bags to grab the cookies for him. Picking them out of the bag, he would go off to follow the sound of Kerry's voice.

Predictably, he'd find him in the living room, stretched across the length of one of the couches. Pillows supporting his back, he had his water bottle to the left of him on the floor while his phone was resting between his belly and his pecs. Catching sight of the love of his life, Kerry would grin pleasedly. Jamison returned the grin, leaning forth and handing the package of chocolate creamed oreos to him. It was only then when he'd spy the water.

"False ones again?"

"Wha'?"

"Either Derry was complaining at ya, or you were havin' the practice contractions again. You don't usually go for the water otherwise." Something he hated, but Jamison knew better than to start that argument again.

"Oh. Yeah, she's havin' a go right now. Hasn't helped a ton, though. Think I might have a bath here in a while t' get her to chill out." Moving his phone to the side of him, he'd use both of his hands to hold and open the package of oreos. Immediately plucking one out and pulling it apart, he'd take a bite from the slightly more naked cookie first. "Fuuuuck I needed this…" He moaned out.

Jamison snorted a bit to himself, placing a gentle hand on his boyfriend's stomach.

"Just be sure to let me know if it gets more serious. Would rather find out you're in labor now, instead of later when it's raining." He'd notice when Kerry would briefly look bothered, though it'd dissolve before he looked back up at him.

"She only just dropped, like, three days ago. Took Derry nearly two weeks to decide to come after that."

"Totally get that, but this is Kelvy. Not Derry. Wanna be on the safe side, so you're actually where you need to be when everything starts, and you don't underestimate it all. Again."

Kerry was quick to roll his eyes at that. His mood had been quick to drop with Jamison's pestering. He was 36-fuckin'-years old. He didn't need this shit.

"I need to be in Masbate, but guess that's pretty much outta the question at this point."

"I know, baby. I'm sorry." Jamison was trying to keep a level head for the sake of everything. He could see Kerry was getting upset, and they really didn't need that right now. Stretching out his neck a bit and adjusting his position over the back of the couch, he'd kiss the top of Kerry's head. "Even if the suits weren't still investigating things, I doubt your manager would let you run off right now."

"Fuck the suits, and fuck Aims."

"James, Ker."

"Oh yeah. … Two first names, knew I couldn't trust that fuck."

"James is–"

"I know. I haven't totally lost my mind, Jamie. Fuck that dipshit, anyway. They can't tell me what the fuck to do. I mean, what the fuck am I gonna do?!" He'd finally shove the other half of the oreo in his mouth, glowering down at the open package in front of him as he chewed the cookie. "I'm, like, 3 weeks from being due, I'm still fucking grieving, and everyone is always watching our asses like I'm bound to snap and blow somethin' up at any minute. I'm so fucking sick of this shit!"

"Let's see if we can head to Masbate after you recover a bit from having Kel, Ker. Hell, let's go visit Khian in Tangalan. Let him see Derry and the baby. What do you think of that?" Jamison would attempt to help ease Kerry's anger, his stress. His hand was still resting over Kerry's stomach, while his thumb was stroking the top of it. Before he could answer, though, he'd feel the skin of Kerry's belly tense. He'd catch as Kerry would grimace slightly, the look of annoyance. Definitely seemed like he was stressing himself out.

"Seems like Kel's upset too," he said softly. "Why don't we take a breath, calm down… Everything's ok. Your stress is her stress."

"God, shut the fuck up, Jamison." He saw that coming. Being the voice of reason to his depressed, moody, and heavily pregnant mainline was rarely appreciated in this house nowadays.

The contraction lasted about 40 seconds. Not too bad. For now, Jamison was on the side of thinking it may just be from the stress and dehydration. Seemed like it was just a bad day for them both. Even so, he decided he'd try to keep an eye on Kerry as much as he could.

"Want me to start your bath?" He asked softly.

"...Yeah, I guess."

"Alright. Better enjoy the oreos now, 'cause they're not going near the tub again."

"What? Seriously?" The anger had drained from his tone, instead replaced by hurt.

"Ker, you're not the one that cleans the drains." The look on Kerry's face was pitiful and was almost enough to make Jamison fold right there.

"I'll be careful. Promise."

"Kerry…"

"Jamie…"

For a few short moments, there was a stalemate between the both of them. Unfortunately for Jamison, he was horrendously weak to Kerry's sad eyes. Letting out a begrudging sigh, he'd lean in and press another kiss to Kerry's head before straightening back up.

"Fine, you've got your way again. I'm gonna put the frozen stuff away really quick, then head up and fix up your bath." With him walking away, Kerry would let his expression relax a bit. Could definitely use a warm bath. Anything to help him chill out.

He'd had another contraction by the time Jamison returned. Still nothing much. Barely anything, really. So, he'd just allow it as Jamison helped him up to stand. He would grab Kerry's water bottle, while Kerry pocketed his phone and closed the resealable opening of the oreo package.

Needless to say, the steps up to the second floor were about as slow as they always were nowadays. It really was the worst part of his day, but he could manage it. Jamison wasn't really bulky enough to be able to pick him up to take him up anyhow. No choice but his own two legs. Once it was done, though, he would very quickly mentally decide that he'd rather die than go up the stairs again today.

The bathroom that was attached to his and Jamison's room was just as large as Kerry needed it. Two sinks, one large mirror, a sizable tub, and a shower off by itself against the opposite wall. Kerry'd been using the tub far more than he ever had in his life with this pregnancy. Denial clouded his mind with the first pregnancy, to the point where he'd just ignored every little ache and pain. All the while this one had him clambering for pregnancy safe relief.

"Make yourself useful and hold these, would ya?" Kerry teased, handing off the package of oreos. Next came his phone from his pocket.

"Don't need me ta help ya get undressed?" Jamison asked tentatively. About to start removing his large t-shirt, Kerry lowered it back down and narrowed his gaze at him.

"Perv," he scrutinized, only to grin and let a few chuckles bubble out of him. "Alright, sure. Have your fun."

"I'll let you get the shirt off by yourself if it makes you feel better," Jamison tacked on as he started to put everything down on the bathroom counter.

"Oh, what a gentleman." He'd start to pull his shirt off again. Once he pulled his head from the neck hole, he'd toss it over toward the open topped hamper, balling it up beforehand so it got tossed in precisely. Now came Jamison's turn. Kerry carefully sat at the edge of the tub so Jamison could pull his socks off first. They, too, would be tossed into the hamper before Jamison guided his mainline to stand once again.

Kerry doubted that it was comfortable at all to be kneeling on the tile the way he was, but Jamison wouldn't complain. Instead, Kerry just felt prickly hairs and warm skin pressed against his stomach. Next came a pair of hands at each side, soon guiding down to cup it at the very bottom. All Kerry could see was the top of Jamison's head. Furrowing his brow, he tried to peer over his swollen middle.

"Cut it out, would ya? That doesn't feel like you pulling my pants down for me."

"Could I have a moment of privacy with my daughter, Kerry? Really- don't be rude."

"Oh, for fuck's sake. Fine, fine. My most sincerest apologies," Kerry gave in again, then lightly kicked at Jamison's knee with a bit of impatience behind it. "But could you hurry the fuck up? My water's gonna get cold, and then you're just gonna have ta refill it."

There was a few seconds of silence, where he'd now feel Jamison's arms wrapping around his waist and snuggling his face against the front of his belly. Kelvy either must've loved it or really hated it, because she was finally starting to move for the first time in a couple of hours with that affection. Kerry grunted out in slight annoyance.

"Think you woke her. Fuckin' gonk."

"Aw, I'm sorry. I'm sorry to you, too, baby girl." He pressed a kiss to Kerry's stomach, then finally began to pull away so he could undo Kerry's button and zipper to his maternity pants. He was finally making quicker work of his job, pulling them and Kerry's underwear down carefully. He would make sure Kerry was holding on securely to something before helping Kerry step out of them.

Finally getting in the tub was beyond a relief. He would keep his arms at the edge of the tub, to prevent the sogging of his precious oreos.

"Water," Jamison set the water bottle off just to the side of the tub, "phone," the phone would be set right on top of the farthest part of the outer rim of the tub, making sure it wouldn't slide and fall in before he'd finally move to get the prize, "and oreos." Those would immediately be put in Kerry's hands, else he knew he'd probably lose his.

"Anything else, your majesty?"

"Y'know, I think I'm good."

"You sure?"

"Yep."

"Positive?"

Kerry took a moment to really think it over, then nodded his head affirmatively.

"I'm good. Call ya if I need anything, though."

"Yes, please do. As in: tell me if the contractions become regular."

"You weren't even there and you're never gonna fuckin' let me live Derry's birth down, are ya?"

"Abso-fucking-lutely not. Because if you give birth in the car while it's storming out, or in the hospital lobby in your pants again, I'm gonna be pretty annoyed."

"Alright, alright. No car birth, no hospital lobby birth. I'll keep an eye on it, promise."

"Good!" With an added dramatism, he'd peck Kerry on the top of his head. "Enjoy your bath," he told him, voice quieter and more gentle than before. And with that, Kerry was left alone.

The warm water would mildly soothe his aching muscles. His back, his calves, his feet, his belly… A nice soak would do him some good. All the while continuing to snack on his oreos, of course. Those absolutely weren't there just to keep him company.

He could hear the wind picking up speed outside several minutes into his bath. He hoped Jamison put the car back in the garage, otherwise he knew he'd be annoyed if he had to do it in the rain.

Even in the bath, the contractions were persisting. He'd had water, changed positions, and now the bath wasn't working either. …Shit. He was pretty sure this was looking a lot more real by the moment. Picking up his phone, he'd decide to call Jamison. He was gonna prove to this idiot of his that he was on top of this. It would take only a single ring before the call was answered, where Kerry would put the phone on speaker. "All done?" Jamison asked.

"Nah, not yet. But, uh… hey, I haven't been timin' them or anything yet, so I have no damn clue if they're con–"

"Ker, I put the contraction timing app on your phone for a–"

"Let me finish, c'mon."

"Sorry, sorry. Proceed."

"...The fuck was I talking about?"

"Your contractions, I'm guessing."

"Right! I don't have a clue if they're consistent right now, but I got a feeling they're real, maybe. Since even with the water, moving, and now the bath isn't stoppin' them. So, y'know… might be baby time in a while," Kerry finally managed to explain. There was a couple seconds of silence between them, where Jamison was giving Kerry the opportunity to continue if he needed to. When he didn't, he'd speak up again.

"Well, why don't ya track 'em for an hour. How many have you had since I went downstairs?"

"Uh, like three?"

"...Three in just under an hour?"

"Yeah?"

"Alright… alright. Please time them. Take an hour to do that. If they're consistent, I'm gonna see if I can somehow persuade the hospital ta take you early, so we're not stuck when things pick up." Oh. Wow, ok. Kerry was quiet for a moment.

"...Ker?"

"Yeah, I got it. Guess it really might be happening, huh…"

"Might be. You alright, babe?"

"Yeah, I'm ok. I'll start timing 'em. Think I'm gonna stay in the tub a little while longer, too. Just gonna get more hot water again." Preparing to do so, he'd move the half-empty package of oreos off to the side of the tub so he could maneuver himself over toward the drain and faucet. "I'll let you know how it goes."

"Ok. Love you."

"Love you too, Jamie." Hanging up, Kerry set the phone down so he could drain the tub some, then turned the hot water on so he could start to refill it. His brown eyes would keep trailing down to his stomach, coming to the slow realization that whether this was happening today or not, it would be happening soon. It really didn't feel real.

How could this be happening without Johnny?

Johnny hadn't been a good person to be around in the end, Kerry knew that. He wasn't a fool. But, he just couldn't imagine raising another baby without Johnny there in their lives too. His daughters' uncle. Hell, Johnny and Derry were sort of buddies back before Alt died. Johnny'd already been bad, he knew that. But at least the good times were more frequent back then. After Alt, his behavior just… doubled down. There were still those good moments that gave him hope, but other times he knew that Johnny shouldn't have been allowed near her.

In Kerry's spacing out, he nearly forgot to use his contraction timing app like he'd been told. He would scramble to get to his phone and also turn off the hot water when he was finally pleased enough by the hot water refill. Thankfully, he wouldn't end up dropping his phone.

He would press the button about 15 seconds into his contraction, then press it again 30 seconds later. Less than a minute, at least… That part wasn't the important part, though. And so he'd wait, trying not to let his mind wander back to Johnny again while he waited.

kerbear❤️ SENT: 4:11 PM [about 13 to 14 mins between the last 3] [might be happening holy shit]

jamie💘 SENT: 4:13 PM [ok i'll call the hospital n see if i can convince them] [still enjoying ur bath or do u want out 1st?]

kerbear❤️ SENT: 4:14 PM [no im 👍]

jamie💘 SENT: 4:14 PM [ok 💕 lmk when ur ready]

Kerry was startled out of his recurring somber thoughts by the rhythmed knocks of Jamison. Looking up, he'd adjust in the bath slightly.

"Yeah?"

The door would open and the first thing that drew Kerry's eye was the pair of clothes in his arms. A set of his clothes from the looks of it. Jamison would close the door behind him, then set the clothes on the bathroom counter.

"Doc said they'd be willing to check your progress. If you're anything past 4 cm dilated, they'll admit you and see if you can labor there. Otherwise, they'll just send us home."

That he hadn't actually expected. Kerry figured they would've immediately told Jamison no for one reason or another. Guess they understood his reasoning for all of this, or they didn't want a pissy and heavily pregnant rockerboy on their hands.

"Yeah? Really smooth talked 'em, huh?"

"Guess so. Here, I'll help ya get ready. Think sweatpants and one of your big shirts'll be comfortable enough for ya, babe?"

Kerry's eyes had strayed away from Jamison to pull out the plug for the drain, but would shrug his shoulders at the question.

"Guess so. Probably won't be wearin' 'em for long if I'm admitted."

"You're right there," he conceded, nodding his head with a small smile. Looking toward him again, Kerry could see through that smile. He knew what it meant. He wished this asshole would stop pitying him. It wasn't like he was just some sad sack. Something about his tone must've implied he was sad or upset or something.

Well, he wasn't. He was fine. Kerry was just tired, and he really didn't want to have to deal with giving birth today when he was so fucking tired.

"Stop looking at me like that."

"Sorry." Kerry doubted he knew what he was asking for or how he actually looked to him, but the expression would relax anyway.

As he would start to carefully push himself up to stand in the bath, Kerry could feel his stomach starting to turn with anxiety. He really might be having a baby tonight… Part of him hoped not. He'd really been looking forward to just being able to lie in his bed tonight.

Even with the contractions relatively consistent over the course of the time they took to get ready, get to the hospital, and have Kerry examined, it apparently wasn't yielding a lot of results just yet. Kerry couldn't tell whether he was relieved or annoyed as fuck about it.

"Only a 2," Jamison sighed as he held onto Kerry's hand. "Guess it makes sense. The storm might just clear up by the time you'd need to be there. Still annoying as shit."

"Let's just get home," Kerry muttered. He'd been feeling prying eyes on him since practically the moment they'd left the house. Watching eyes. Like the paps were taking pics of his every move. Or if it wasn't them, it was just passersby. Taking pics with their phones, staring hard at him with judgemental eyes. He wasn't a terrorist, and he wasn't wrong for still loving Johnny.

Always longing for the attention to be on him, right now he wanted nothing more than for people to never look at him again. He hadn't wanted that attention for so long now.

He felt them all the way up toward the car.

All the way down the road.

All throughout the 30 minute drive back to their home.

The rain had only just started by the time they made it home. Light and not anything to worry about. It would help obscure them, hopefully. Keep the paps away. Now Kerry was really hoping for it to storm hard. Stop looking at him, stay the fuck away from him.

"Hey…"

Kerry jumped when he heard Jamison's voice, felt his hand on his arm. Looking up and at his mainline, their pairs of brown eyes would stare into one another.

It was darker now. They were in the garage with the door closed, car turned off. He could hear the whistle of the wind, the soft sound of rain falling. No one could see them but them. Jamison's eyes shone with that pitying gaze again. He liked to assert it was concern, but Kerry wasn't stupid. He'd watch as he brought his hand up and kissed it gently.

"It's ok now," Jamison assured him softly, bringing Kerry's hand down again. "It's just us."

The mild agoraphobia Kerry had been experiencing the last several months had been prevelant. They both knew about it well, though neither actually had the words to describe it. Jamison just called it his anxiety. It wasn't a totally inaccurate description, after all. They knew going to the hospital would likely end up being an issue because of all of this, but had hoped it wouldn't be so bad. They were just there to help him.

But he hadn't been able to go to appointments. They'd had a midwife come around for that. A woman that Kerry had been putting his trust into. But, they'd made the decision to go to the hospital for the birth for the sake of safety. After so much heartache Kerry had been put through, Kerry nor Jamison had wanted to put him or Kelvy at risk.

They already knew getting Kerry to relax at the hospital would be difficult, but Jamison was already hating that he'd have to put him through that twice now because of this.

"Wanna sit here and calm down for a bit?"

Kerry shook his head, though he'd hold on tightly to Jamison's hand.

"Ok. C'mon then," he urged with a gentleness to his voice. "I could set you up to lie on the couch again, or help you up to the room so you can sleep a little better. What do you think about either of those plans?"

"Bed." He was dreading those stairs again, but he really would much prefer being able to sleep at least somewhat comfortably.

"Good deal." Jamison nodded his head and began to get out of the car, going around the front and helping Kerry get out.

Another contraction came between the car and the steps. Approximately 12-13 minutes since the last. Right now, they still weren't enough to interrupt what Kerry was doing just yet, so they continued on their way toward the steps.

Pillows were arranged on their shared bed in the way Kerry had liked them yesterday. It would take about 15 minutes of rearranging and a bathroom break to get him comfortable enough with how he was lying and the arrangement this go around before Kerry felt like he could finally settle well enough.

Jamison disappeared for a couple of minutes to retrieve some of what Kerry would need. His water bottle and the mostly empty pack of oreos, as well as a brand new full pack for when that one was depleted.

"Anything else, Ker?"

"Nah…"

"Mind if I join you for a while?"

"It's a free country in this house, y'know. Ain't gonna stop ya." The bit of humor had Jamison grinning slightly. Toeing off his shoes, he'd soon crawl into bed to take the spot opposite of Kerry.

"Wanna do some breathing? Ta help you calm down a bit more?" Kerry was quick to shake his head.

"I'll be alright," he assured quietly. "you don't have to worry so much 'bout me."

"I'm gonna. We're in this together. I love you. I wanna help you," Jamison asserted.

"...I know. I love you too."

"Do you just wanna try to sleep it off then?" This time, Kerry nodded his head.

"Better get a little rest going before we're up all night waiting for Kelvy to get ready to come." Jamison nodded in agreement.

"Sleep it is. I can't wait to meet her." His large hand pressed against his belly again, like before. Kerry's belly was currently being supported by his pregnancy pillow, almost like it was being served on a nice, soft platter for Jamison to be able to stroke and caress it. Kelvy had been moving on and off since they'd left the house, but Kerry was relieved to find she was quiet right now.

"If you start makin' her move again, I'm gonna kick your ass," Kerry grumbled, completely unthreatening sounding. Oh no, he just sounded like he was annoyed and sleepy.

"Can I buy a little feel with an oreo or two?"

"I paid for those oreos, Jamie."

"Doesn't mean I can't use them as currency here~"

"You can feel her later. I wanna sleep without her kicking the shit outta me."

With a short, amused laugh, Jamison would let it go with a nod. Instead, he'd settle for leaning in to press a kiss to Kerry's cheek. Happy with that, he'd rest his head down on his own pillow again.

"Get some rest, then. I'm not gonna stop ya."

C R A S H!

The loud, booming noise was what would shock Kerry into waking. The house shook with the noise, though it wouldn't last very long at all. Shorter than most earthquakes Kerry had ever experienced. Was that just the thunder? Fucking hell… Whatever it was, it was very quickly replaced by the sound of heavy falling rain.

Bringing a hand up, he'd rub away some of the sleep from his left eye.

It was dark. A lot darker than it'd been before he'd fallen asleep. Made sense, he guessed. They'd gotten home at around 7, or something, but there'd still been some daylight out. Whatever time it was now, it was past sundown.

He was alone now, too. And given he didn't hear Jamison running up the steps to check on him, he must've known the sound was just thunder, too. He must've gotten up at some point before him. God he hoped he cooked something, because he was so fucking hungry.

Palming around in the dark, Kerry looked around for his phone. It would take him a few attempts, a couple of very uncomfortable movements before he finally found it. Turning the screen on, his eyes would squint at the bright light in his face. No messages, but he did see the current time. 9:37 PM. Great. Time to get up and call Jamison, then.

Before he could manage that, though, he felt the sharp, tightening pain of his newest contraction. Fuck, he'd forgotten about that. It was a lot worse than before, leaving him gripping tightly at his phone and groaning low as he felt the contraction caused the baby's head to put pressure on his pelvis. Yep, fuck… definitely happening. He really was gonna be up all fucking night doing this, huh?

Hopefully it would at least stop raining by this morning when they'd try the hospital again. He wasn't looking forward to it, but Kerry knew it needed to happen. Maybe he could get through going there without having an anxiety attack the second go around.

Once the pain finally ended and he caught his breath again, Kerry held his phone up again to start pulling up Jamison's contact. A moment later, he'd call him.

Like before, barely a ring went through before it was answered.

"Hey, baby," Jamison's voice cooed, speaking a bit louder than normal, "did that crazy thunder wake you?"

"Mmhm…" Kerry drowsily affirmed. "Are you making dinner? Or did ya already? I'm hungry."

"I just made myself a sandwich, but I could whip something up for you. What're you and Kel hungry for?"

Dinner was made, dinner was eaten, and a lot more contractions came during it all.

Jamison became the time keeper of the contractions by that point, since Kerry couldn't be bothered with it while he was in pain anymore. By about 10:40 PM, they were coming just about every 8 or 9 minutes. Kerry could tell that was making Jamison just a bit nervous. After all, it hadn't even been 12 hours since his first contraction showed its ugly head, and they were already in the single digits.

"That's alright, though," Jamison assured as he thought about things out loud to Kerry, "because labor could always stall. I know second babies usually come quicker, but I doubt that accounts for when you have 16 years between them. So… who knows! It'll be ok. If anything, we could probably call Trauma Team to come pick us up. Everything'll be alright." Sounded like Jamison needed a bit more of the reassurance than he did.

"Fuckin' hope not. That'll be all over for fuckin' sure. "Kerry Eurodyne, taken away from his NC home by Trauma Team! Is something wrong with his baby?" I don't need it, we don't need it- I don't even wanna entertain the idea."

He'd watch as Jamison tensed slightly, hearing that. Wondering whether he should say something, or argue with him. No, probably wasn't the best idea. Not really now. They'd cross that bridge when they got to it. For now, he just had to stay calm for Kerry and help him make it through until the storm ended. As soon as the storm was at least mostly passed, they'd pile into the car and go for round two.

"We better be quick about it, then. 'Cause what I said stands: no car baby please, Ker. No hospital lobby baby. I could take a Trauma Team AV baby."

"Not like I can totally control when she decides to come. It's all on her."

"Then I'll tell her." Leaning in, Jamison pressed a kiss to the top of Kerry's bump. "Better stay in there, baby girl. Just 'til we get in a hospital room. 'Cause while your daddy is so smart and amazing– I'm a bit of a bumbling fool sometimes."

Kerry couldn't help but smile a bit, listening to him. Reaching out, he'd start to play a bit with the soft, dark coils of Jamison's hair.

"Don't say that… You're plenty smart, plenty amazing. No one else would've put up with me after this last year. Through the investigation, the unexpected baby… all the Johnny shit…" They both got a little quiet, with Jamison starting to sit up on the bed so he could focus on Kerry better. "You've done so much for me, and Derry…" Shit, his voice was beginning to crack. He noticed Jamison's expression softening with the audible sound of it. "...and now you're gonna be an amazing father to Kelvy."

"Ker…" Jamison breathed, smiling at him warmly and then reaching out his hand to cradle the back of his head. He guided him closer to him, then pressed a kiss to his lips. "Don't even know what to say to all of that. I love you, though. Got no idea how fucking excited I am to have this baby with you."

"I love you, too," Kerry croaked, closing more of the distance between them so he could rest his head against Jamison's shoulder blade. Jamison cupped Kerry's jaw, looking down at him and then pressing a kiss to his forehead.

The peace wouldn't last for long, unfortunately. Another contraction came, and suddenly the way he was against Jamison was not ok any longer. He'd pull away, giving himself enough space to deal with it himself. He pressed his hand against the side of his belly, rocking back and forth slightly as he'd whine and groan through the nearly minute long contraction.

"No wonder why I– ooh –didn't do this shit for– ah, shit –so fucking long… Forgot how much this hurts." Blowing out a breath, he'd whine a bit as he leaned back against the mountain of pillows that had been constructed for him while he was eating dinner.

"Really getting to actually deal with your labor this go around, too. Not just hide it from your bandmates."

"Jamison Kai I'm going to eviscerate you." He couldn't help but laugh after that, thankfully not taking the threat seriously at all.

"I know you will, baby. I'm sorry. Just love teasing you. Just so damn wild ta me."

"I was 19 and stupid as hell," Kerry huffed as he would relax with the muscles in his stomach and back, "and under contract to play that stupid concert. Suits were super pissy Derry came early, too. Had to cancel the last two gigs."

"Yeah, I remember you telling me… Least MSM is helping you out now. Givin' you the time you need after everything, and especially to take care of Kelvy."

"Don't get too used to the kindness. Ain't gonna last for too long. But… yeah, at least I've still got a job 'cause of them." He was a hot commodity, despite being dropped by Universal Music with the whole everything bullshit. For a time, at least, they were gonna do anything to keep Kerry happy. He was expecting for his new manager to start "subtly" mentioning a tour or new album by the time Kelvy was a month or two old.

"I'm sure it'll be alright. You know about all of that stuff. Doubt you'll get too screwed by them."

"Another problem for another day."

"You're right. Tomorrow's baby day. Gotta focus on that instead."

The storm raged on, as did Kerry's labor.

The wind by nearly 2 in the morning was hitting speeds of nearly 40 mph, while the rain was still pouring down. Kerry knew Jamison had been giving him updates on things, but honestly? He hadn't been paying attention. With his contractions making it down to 5 minutes apart, not a whole lot was making it through his head and staying for long.

Pacing, swaying, lying down, and kneeling, Kerry had done just about everything he'd desperately wanted to do while he was in labor with Derry. Maybe it wasn't the best idea when they wanted Kelvy to stay where she was until the storm passed, but he'd needed it. He'd needed the movement and help so badly. Even still, she was coming far slower than her older sister did.

Jamison had only maybe been downstairs for 2 minutes to refill Kerry's water bottle when he heard Kerry groaning loudly from upstairs again. The volume wasn't what alarmed him, but the fact that it had taken so little time for that contraction to come. With that signal, he'd race toward the steps and up them all over again. He got to the room and saw Kerry standing, hunched over the bed, and his sweatpants were drenched.

"Oh my god, this hurts SO BAD!" Kerry groaned through gritted teeth. Another thing going better than Derry's labor: his water broke before he got the urge to push. Thank the fucking lord for that.

"I know, baby," Jamison told him softly, setting the water bottle down and joining Kerry at his side. Like he had for the last several contractions, he'd put counterpressure on the small of his pack. To Kerry's joy, while this was one of the worst ones he's experienced so far, it was also one of the shortest. He'd feel the pain start to fade within just a few seconds of Jamison coming over to help.

And so with it ending, he'd carefully straighten himself up again and finally feel the disgusting warmth seeping into his sweatpants, boxers, and hear it puddling on the floor. This was so much more gross than last time.

"Couldn't have even waited 'til I made it to the bathroom, Kelvy? Little brat." He briefly scowled down at his stomach, patting it and then looking to his mainline. "Don't think it's piss."

"Didn't figure it was. Here, lemme get some clean clothes for you and get you all figured out."

"Might need a pad or two, too… water's still leaking."

"Alright, good to know. Wanna head into the bathroom to clean up a little?"

"Way ahead of ya," Kerry agreed, starting his waddle of shame toward their attached bathroom.

Catching a look at himself in the mirror, it was hard for Kerry not to grin at himself. Even exhausted and sweaty, he was looking hot as hell. Expected. It was him, after all. That was one thing in both pregnancies that'd never happened, the dreaded drop in self-esteem and feeling unattractive. Oh, no. Kerry Eurodyne knew he was hot as fuck, even while he was just hours away from giving birth.

…Might look a little hotter without the disgusting amniotic fluid soaked pants, though.

Taking hold of the waist, he'd yank them down and let them drop. The same would go for his boxers a moment later. Fluid was still dripping out of him, making him grimace at the continuous warm, wet feelings on his thighs.

"I really don't wanna bend down right now, Jamie…"

"I gotcha, just gimme a sec. Are your pads in there, Ker?"

"Think so. They're probably under the sink."

Jamison followed Kerry into the bathroom, a new set of sweatpants and briefs in his hand. He handed them off to Kerry for him to hold, then leaned downward. Kerry stepped out of them, and then they were picked up. They were thrown in the hamper, and soon Jamison's attention was off elsewhere.

He approached the sink and squatted down in front of it, opening the cabinets and easily finding the pads. While Kerry hadn't had cycles in years, his accidents through this pregnancy were occasional. And so for the sake of at least avoiding some of the mess, they'd bought some.

Unwrapping one, Jamison would take the pair of briefs from Kerry and attach them in the middle.

"Alright, ready to get dressed?"

"Please. As nice as my ass looks, the dripping is fucking disgusting." With a quiet snicker, Jamison would just nod his head and kneel down. He wouldn't say a word about the trickling amniotic fluid, instead just reaching out for a towel to start wiping a bit at Kerry's thigh.

"Hi there, Kelvy. We meet again," Jamison cooed at Kerry's stomach. He pressed a kiss to it like he had before, then put his attention back on what he was doing. "Alright, ready? Hold onto something so you don't lose your balance."

"Ready. Just gotta be quick. No clue when the next contraction is comin'."

They'd manage to get Kerry dressed before his next contraction, thankfully. This one had a 4 minute gap from the last. Longer than before, but still shorter than 5. Fuck, things were really getting close, and far worse now that his water had broken.

Things were getting dicey, but it really didn't seem like the storm would be letting up soon. Kerry could tell it was really making Jamison nervous.

"So… any pressure yet?" Jamison would apprehensively ask.

"There's pressure with basically every contraction, babe," Kerry panted out softly, working to catch his breath after that last one. "If you're askin' if I need to push, though, no. Definitely not. Just feels like they're tryin' their best to try to get her out, but I'm clearly not open enough."

"Ok. Ok! I can work with that. As long as we're not pushin' a baby out yet."

"Not yet."

"...You're sure you really don't wanna deal with Trauma Team?"

"Doubt they'd wanna fuck around in this storm right now anyway, Jamie." Kerry started to walk out of the bathroom, taking a towel with him to sop up some of the amniotic flood still soaking into their carpet. No red, at least. The midwife had said that was a good sign. "Could always possibly hold out 'til the storm clears, but we gotta entertain the idea that we might just end up having her here."

Following Kerry out, Jamison would silently urge Kerry to sit so he could take care of the mess. They could always get a carpet cleaner for this if the stain didn't come out immediately. Really, he didn't give too much of a fuck about it. The idea of the baby being born here, though, was terrifying. But, Kerry was right. It might just end up happening.

"Least it's not a car birth or a hospital lobby birth," he joked weakly.

It was happening here. That much was more than clear.

Even if the storm ended relatively soon, he knew it'd take forever for him to even be able to get to the car. He couldn't move, couldn't do anything but groan and claw at whatever was closest to him. As it was clearly getting close, the panic was starting to settle in, though.

Even with the short nap he'd managed to have earlier, he was still absolutely exhausted. Exhausted, anxious from his thoughts wandering, and overwhelmed by the emotions he felt pounding at his psyche. He was trying so fucking hard to be ok, but his mind couldn't help but wander. He didn't want him there, but god he was so miserable with the knowledge that this baby would never know Johnny.

But it was probably for the best, right?

There'd been such sweet moments between Johnny and Derry, but in the end? Derry had been terrified of him. His drug fueled rages, their explosive fights, and the self-destruction displayed. It'd all been so much on a little girl, even as a 15, 16 year old. He knew she still had nightmares about him. He'd never hurt her physically, never went after her. Never intentionally did anything to her, but Kerry knew how much she feared him. She wasn't the only one.

But for Kelvy to not be able to meet one of the most pivotal people in his life felt so wrong. He couldn't hold back his tears as he came to that realization.

Jamison, who'd been starting to set everything up for when Kelvy was on her way, took notice as the cries grew in volume. They were muffled by their sheets, with Kerry kneeling down over a few towels and hunched over them with his folded arms as supports.

"Hey-hey-hey…" Setting the freshly sanitized pair of scissors down, Jamison was quick to join Kerry's side. He, too, would kneel beside him. Leaning over slightly, he'd tilt his head sideways to get a look at Kerry. "Kerbear, what's wrong? … Please, baby, talk to me."

Kerry just sobbed, unable to hold it back now. It would only persist with the next contraction. Jamison wouldn't pester him during it, feeling his blunt nails digging into his wrist through the length of it. Instead, he'd just stroke the back of Kerry's hand with his thumb.

"Good job, Kerry," he praised, voice even softer than how it usually was through the pain. "You're doing it, baby, you're doing it."

Sharply inhaling with the end of it, he'd let out another sob. Time to try again.

"Ker, baby, why are you crying?"

The words he spoke were nearly incomprehensible. Mucked up by mumbles, sobs, and excess spittle. Jamison rubbed his back gently.

"I can't– she'll never know him, Jamie!" That was all that Jamison finally managed to understand from it all, causing his brow to furrow with mild confusion.

"What? Know him? Do you mean… Johnny?"

"Yes!" Kerry pulled away from Jamison's touch, letting himself sit back down onto the towel beneath him. "Kelvy's never gonna know him. Kelvy's never gonna know he wasn't just a gigantic asshat. She's gonna go through life, go through school– gettin' taught that Johnny Silverhand, Robert John Linder, was nothin' but a fuckin' terrorist. And he wasn't! He WASN'T, JAMIE!"

C R A S H!

As if it were on cue, a brand new crash of thunder was heard. Even the world itself was warning him to stop this shit, to stop wasting his tears on Johnny Silverhand.

"Shh… Kerry…" Jamison Kai really didn't like Johnny Silverhand. He hadn't liked how he'd treated Kerry. He hated that Kerry still loved Johnny so much, but what could he do? That was Kerry's best friend. His first love. It wasn't hard to see why he was so broken up by it all.

"He was just sick. That war fucked him up, Jamie… 'Saka took everything from him. They killed Alt, destroyed his mind, and killed him. I'm not saying he was right for doin' what he did, but I can't rightly fuckin' blame him either! And I fucking hate more than anything that I'm gonna have ta hold my tongue around people, around her. 'Cause if these fuckers in this city find out my baby girl is talkin' positively about Johnny Silverhand, they're gonna eat her alive."

"Ker. C'mon, baby, let's breathe. I know you're so, so upset right now. I understand that, but– fuck, this isn't the time." He hated having to say that to him, but this was about Kerry and Kelvy. Nothing about any of this had anything to do with Johnny. "I am more than happy to listen to you, but you need to focus."

Focus? Focus. … Damn it. Kerry knew he was right. He wanted to be irrational and just fucking sob until he cried himself to sleep, but he knew that wasn't going to happen tonight. His baby was coming soon, and he needed to be aware and there for her, as much as his own heart was hurting.

"Just… hold me for a while. Plea–" Kerry paused, his eyes growing wide with a rush of nausea hitting him. With the first gag, Jamison was quick to reach back behind him for the waste basket beside the bed. He'd put it in front of Kerry, where he'd only just barely manage to vomit into it. Grimacing at the sight and noise, Jamison remained though. He held the waste basket for him, while his free hand would hold onto Kerry's hair and make sure it stayed out of his face.

He remembered this. What had the midwife said? Something about throwing up being normal near the end. Transition? Fuck, he really should call her. At least then he might be able to get a little bit of guidance for when the baby comes.

They were really getting to the end here, huh?

Watching Kerry finally lift his head up, Jamison offered him a tired smile.

"Water?"

"Yeah… fuck… Sorry, wasn't exp- expectin' that…"

"No apologies needed, Ker. Still wanna be held and cry a little while longer? Seems like Kelvy might be coming soon, if that's any indication." Picking up the water bottle from the bedside table behind him, he'd offer it out to Kerry.

His first swig was to rinse his mouth, with that almost immediately being spit back out into the wastebasket. Jamison set it off to the side again, watching as Kerry would take a few small sips of water. It was handed back off once he was done, and so the quiet, comforting cuddles would commence.

Kerry spent a few contractions sitting in Jamison's lap, groaning out loudly and feeling that pressure deepen. Oh, yeah. He remembered this. It was definitely getting close.

"She's soooo fucking looooow…" Kerry groaned finally through one of them. "She- she's… ohh… she's…" Kerry briefly went silent, eyes closing as he kept himself resting against Jamison's shoulder. His body grew tense for just a couple of seconds, and his eyes would snap open as soon as he realized what was going on.

"Ohh, oh shit- J– Jamie, I'm pushing. I'm super fucking serious, I'm…" Kerry grunted and grit his teeth, tucking his chin in slightly as he'd be unable to fight that urge.

In the meantime, Jamison's eyes went wide with terror at the sound of that. Oh! Ok! This was happening now! Baby time. Kelvy time.

"Please do not push her out on me, Ker!" He told him, joking more than anything else. "That's the one thing I'm drawing a li–"

"Jamison Kai, shut the fuck up and help!"

Not a time to be joking. Right! Got it. Jamison instead would help Kerry back onto his knees and over the towels he set up. He would move back, moving the wastebasket off to a different side of them again and then settled himself right behind Kerry.

"Jamie, I– ohhh… I need ya to… check…"

"Hold that thought, Ker. I'm gonna call the midwife. Fuck, I don't know where I put my phone…"

…

What?

"Jamison, she is coming out now. Either fucking catch her or–" Kerry let out a groan, loud in volume and deep in pitch. It was more than enough to freak Jamison out enough to convince him to stay right by Kerry. Yep, nope. No phone, no midwife right now. It was time to get this over with whether they liked it or not.

"What did you want me to check, Ker?"

Through grit teeth, Kerry would shake his head and growl out his next words. "Just… catch… her head is right there!"

"Ok! Ok…" Jamison lowered his head down to get a look between Kerry's legs, where he'd see a tiny bit of their daughter's head. Oh god. She was…

A loud grunt would be what erupted out of Kerry next. His body shook as he felt the head being pushed out of him. Reaching around his round belly to feel beneath him, the tips of his fingers would make contact with something hard, wet, and had hair that was definitely not his.

"She's crowning, Kerbear. You've… you've got this."

"Catch. Her."

"I will, baby. Pr– oh!"

With an involuntary push this time, the baby's head would pop out of Kerry's body. Both his and Jamison's eyes went wide, while Jamison's heads would launch forth to start to lightly cradle their daughter's head with his hands.The wet, hairy feeling was enough to make his stomach turn. No time to be sick, Kai. Gotta deliver your kid.

"Is she out?" Kerry gasped, trying to look back.

"Her head is, Ker. Holy shit. You're doing this! You're doing it!"

With a disappointed sigh, Kerry rested his head down against his folded arms in front of him. It was time for a short break. A moment of rest before they could get this over with.

Even before he pushed again, he could feel her turning. It was a feeling he remembered the most vividly from Derry's birth. It was also a feeling that made him grimace with just how bizarre it felt.

He would have about 20 seconds of reprieve before the contraction returned with a vengeance. His body wanted Kelvy out of him just as much as he did.

"C– C'mon, baby…" Kerry gritted out as his body did much of the pushing for him. "Time ta… meet your dads." Pushing with the contraction, Kelvy's first shoulder slipped out, very quickly followed by the second one. One last effort and it was over.

There was a rush, a release, a relief. More fluid rushing out of him, and a stunned gasp from behind him.

And then, there it was.

CRASH!

They were all startled by the crack of thunder. Not as loud as some of the others they'd had all night, but far more than enough to give Kelvy her first little burst of terror. She'd already been crying the moment she made it out of her father's body and into her dad's trembling hands, but it only intensified after the thunder clap.

"O-oh…" Jamison let out a tearful chuckle from behind Kerry. Kerry could feel just a bit of resistance from the umbilical cord, so he could tell he was holding her. Good… but, that was his baby. He wanted to see his baby.

"Keep her… outta my way, Jamie… I'm gonna turn around." With careful maneuvering, he'd be able to sit himself down on the stained pink and red towel below him. Once settled, he would finally be able to get a good look at the squalling baby girl that'd just made her way into this world.

"Oh, my baby… Happy birthday, Kelvy. Kelvy Kai Eurodyne."

There she was. So tiny, just like her big sister. So utterly perfect, just like her big sister. There was nothing he was looking to more than for the moment where his daughters got to meet each other. His girls, his treasures.

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