#jonathan levy oneshot

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jonathan levy

MASTERLIST • OSCAR ISAAC CHARACTERS • 06/24/24

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𑣲 filthy I @spacecowboyhotch

that’s the thing about illicit affairs, clandestine meetings and longing stares.

𑣲 premature I @reallyrallyauthor

You try to find out Jonathan Levy's kinks.

𑣲 the house I @/reallyrallyauthor

Jonathan airbnb’s his old house to surprise you, and test himself

𑣲 california baby I @/reallyrallyauthor

Jonathan feels like a different man in California, the kind who picks up a woman at a bar. But casual sex isn’t really his strong suit, and it turns out you two have a lot in common.

𑣲 dilf central I @/reallyrallyauthor

𑣲 pretty when you cry I @bastardmandennis

You don't mind being Jonathan's TA--until he makes a mistake that almost costs you your job, and you decide to confront him about it.

𑣲 lover's exchange part 2 I @h0unds-of-h3ll

After submitting your final. Jonathan’s more than intrigued as to where the inspiration comes from. 

𑣲 breathe part 2 I @youvebeenlivingfictional

You’re both quite high, but you’re a little more controlled than he is. Well, it’s not your first time. You think he’s handling it pretty well, though. He’s had a couple of bouts of pure giggliness for no reason at all, and they’ve begun and tapered off all on their own. But now he’s watching you.

𑣲 dirty talk I @/youvebeenlivingfictional

𑣲 walkies I @/youvebeenlivingfictional

𑣲 untitled I @sweetly-yours-and-mine

Sipping from the other's drink

𑣲 falling I @eyelessfaces

you used to be a good distraction from jonathan's problems, but now you have become one of them, confronting him to his biggest fear: falling in love again.

𑣲 every little thing I @strsburn

in which hearts are mended

𑣲 scenes from a divorce I @freelancearsonist

[darkuselesssomebody]

𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝟚𝟘 - dark!jonathan levy x fem!reader

complete masterlist | kinktober 2023 masterlist

kink || recording/blackmail

taglist || @silversprings-mp3

fandom || scenes from a marriage

a/n || sorry. i don't have much else to say <3.

➵ warnings for specific content before the divider

➵ i never watched scenes from a marriage but jonathan levy is so fit so if he's ooc excuse me

➵ not proofread

➵ comment/message if you'd like to be added to the taglist

warnings || smut/dark (dddne)

➵ professor/student dynamic

➵ unprotected sex

➵ spanking

➵ blackmail, duh

➵ degradation (use of whore)

she knew it was stupid, and wrong.

she knew she had worked her ass off fr a full ride scholarship to this university, and she can't do anything to jeopardize that.

so of course, she had agreed to the lust-filled eyes of her professor - his wandering hands, his dirty mouth.

she'd let him grope her body, tear away at her leggings. she'd let him smack her ass, bite her neck. she'd let him cum in her mouth, and then inside her.

but she hadn't let him do that one thing.

she's in his office again today, and she was trying to cut the relationship off.

"we can't... do this anymore." she'd tried to argue, "you're just divorced, and you're my professor! you know how much trouble we could get into?"

he's not looking at her, hand over his mouth, a stern, contemplative look on his face. she bites her lip, as he spends more and more time not responding.

"can you say something?" she mumbles, and his chair finally turns to fully face her. he leans forward over his desk, hands clasped by his chin.

"no." his voice is cold, and she furrows a brow.

"what do you mean?"

"no. this-" he gestures between the two of them, "is not stopping." she blinks in confusion.

"you can't just-"

"i can, and i will." his voice isn't changing in inflection. it's not angry, it's commanding.

he needed the control. his whole life was spiraling out of control, and he wasn't letting his favorite student slip out of his fingers as well. a chill runs down her spine.

"i'm gonna... leave." she whispers, slowly getting up, and his eyes trail over her figure.

"sit back down." he orders, and she hesitates.

"n-no, i should-" he finally sighs solemnly.

"i didn't want to do this." he murmurs calmly, hand going to his phone to look through his gallery. he puts on a video, and doesn't even have to show her the contents - all she has to do is listen.

her moans are high-pitched and more needy than she remembers, and his own are gruff and controlled. he's calling her a whore - his whore - and she's preening at the name. her face flushes, cheeks warming as she listens.

she hadn't let him record the experience.

"what the fuck?" she whimpers, and he turns it off.

"insurance." he finally gets up, standing in front of her. she doesn't look at him, feeling her pulse quicken - not in excitement, or intrigue - but fear, and shock. he gently places his finger to her hot skin, and her breath hitches, "why would we stop when you need me so goddamn much?" he whispers, as though he was trying to be understanding. she shakes her head, feeling oncoming tears.

"no, i don't-"

"don't lie..." he says, so softly. he plays the role of the kind, patient professor perfectly, until he has her on her knees, "will you be my good girl now?" he murmurs, nosing at her earlobe, inhaling her scent deeply.

she shudders, cringing in disgust, but paradoxically feeling her core pulse in need. his grip tightens just slightly on her chin: he wants an answer.

"yes." she mumbles quietly, and he sighs in satisfaction. he presses a sweet kiss to her cheek, before grabbing at her scalp and pushing her to her knees, his other hand going down to undo his slacks. she gulps, staring up at his imposing figure, as he taps his now exposed cock on her lips.

"open up, sweetheart." he orders, and she slowly sticks her tongue out. she's upset she can't even fight back. what could she do? the sounds of her moans and his degradation in the video echo in her mind, as he fucks into her mouth, slowly, with his teeth gritted, "oh, yeah - fuck, yeah..." he moans, moving his hips a little faster. his hand has her hair bunched into a ponytail, moving her like a doll for him. because that's all she was. his whore.

he's getting closer, and he wants to cum inside her again. he pulls out of her mouth, helping her to her feet, before bending her over the desk and kicking open her legs. his hand runs over her ass, pulling down her tight jeans, and squeezing harshly at the flesh of her thighs. one hand pumps his cock, and the other explores her folds, flicking over her clit and making her jolt and whimper. she's trying not to moan - how cute, he thinks.

he delivers a small slap to her ass.

"moan, whore." he murmurs casually, as though he's asking about the weather. she bites her lip to moan, and he sighs, annoyance finally starting to show. he pulls her up such that her back was flush by his chest, holding her up by putting an arm around her tits. he wants to lave his tongue over her neck, leaving marks behind with his teeth. he wants her to struggle to explain them to her friends.

he adjusts to slip his cock inside her, and she finally moans loudly - high-pitched, shocked and pleasure-filled - and he smiles softly, letting her adjust.

he wasn't a monster, after all.

he pulls out till just his tip is still inside after letting her get used to him, before slamming back inside, wanting to hear her scream. she knows she can't - they're in his office for god's sake! - and she hand to bite down on her hand to muffle her noises. seeing it enrages him; he pulls her hand out of her mouth. he moves harder - thrusting harder inside her.

he needs her to moan, he needs to hear how good he makes her feel.

it works, and a flurry of moans and whimpers tumble out of her lips. she's gonna cum, and she's trying to stave it of, but it's not working.

"st-stop, i'm gonna-"

"cum?" he finishes her sentence for her, and bites her neck, grinning against her skin, "do it, whore." he murmurs, but he uses the word lovingly, this time. "cum for me."

she does it. for him, or not, it doesn't matter. she cums so hard, she's worried she'll pass out, and he groans into her hair as her walls clench around him, finishing not so long after, as well. he pulls out, admiring the view. she looks so pretty like this - this is what she should always look like.

he looks over at his phone, and she follows his gaze. it's recording - and she's shocked she'd not noticed it again. he pauses the recording, putting it in his pocket, and she looks at him in a strange mix of pleading, confusion, and horror. she swallows softly.

"why did you need another one?" she finally whispers, and he grins, eyes crinkling - a kind smile on his face.

"the last one was insurance. this one's entertainment."

[blue-sadie]

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Different Versions Oscar Isaac Characters: Moon System, Marcus, Shiv, Basil Stitt, Jonathan Levy, Llewyn Davis, William Tell, Cecil Dennis, Robbie Paulson, Outcome 3 (David), Santiago Gracia, Kane, Nathan Bateman, Leto Atreides, Poe Dameron, Peter Malkin, Bassam, Prince John, Orestes, Laurent Leclaire, Oscar Isaac

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Headcanons

Apologizing After A Fight - Moon System

Dating An Artist - Moon System

they accidentally hurt you when having a nightmare - Moon System

Them when Your On Your Period - Stephen Strange, Loki Laufeyson, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Peter Parker

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End of the Year Writing Meme: F, I, S, V?

F. What stories are you planning for the future?

Oooo boy o boy, lemme have a little rummage about in the ol' Google Drive.

Okay, so the MAIN ones that I haven't posted at all yet are

Ken-Doll and the Ugly Fuckling - Kendall Roy x Reader

Hollow - Oberyn Martell x Reader x Ellaria Sand

Three Years - Nathan Bateman x Reader

Uhhh yeah those are the main ones on the go right now, but I've got some oneshots and some other multi-chaptered works in the hopper right now

I. What’s your favorite work you did this year? Why?

I answered the first one here, but I'll add: I did a lot of writing on an original work during NaNo. I fell off the NaNo train, BUT i feel like I have a pretty decent foundation for it now.

S. What’s the sexiest thing you wrote this year? Oooo boy...Mm. Hmmm.

That is a tie for two of the Kinktober fics I wrote for me. One's a Jack Whiskey Daniels x Reader fic; the other is a Jonathan Levy x Reader fic.

V. Which story was the most viscerally pleasing to write? Tell us your narrative kinks.  To Have Loved and Lost has been the most pleasing. I'm a sucker for redemption arcs and miscommunication, and I am becoming a big fan of non-traditional happy endings. Don't get me wrong, I still love writing a good happy ending, but having one that's bittersweet, but still good for both parties....Mmm. Mhm.

I also love that period of history and this story has given me a chance to dig into those cultural nuances and history a bit more.

End of the Year Writing Asks!

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starrysleepvoer: a 4k follower celebration

you’ve been invited to kayla’s 4k follower celebration sleepover! where is it? right in my askbox! when is it? it’s from SAT, JULY 9, 2022 at 5:00pm EST - FRI, JULY 15, 2022 at 5:00pm EST! what does this entail? keep reading to find out!

note: if you are asking for multiple things, PLEASE send each request in individual asks!

note 2: you can go ahead and start sending things in! however, nothing will be answered until 07/09/22 at 5:00PM. 

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i no longer write rpf, so please only send in characters. the characters you can pick from are as follows:

mcu characters: bucky barnes, sam wilson, steve rogers, natasha romanoff, wanda maximoff, peter parker, steven grant, marc spector, jake lockley, khonshu, layla el-faouly, kate bishop. 

seb stan characters: bucky barnes, charles blackwood, lance tucker, lee bodecker, jefferson/mad hatter, nick fowler, steve kemp. 

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oscar isaac characters: steven grant, marc spector, jake lockley, poe dameron, nathan bateman, jonathan levy, santiago garcia. 

pedro pascal characters: din djarin, frankie morales, javi gutierrez. 

star wars characters: poe dameron, obi-wan kenobi, luke skywalker, din djarin.

if there is a character you would like me to write that does not fall within this list, please send an ask or message beforehand to see if i'm okay with that character. 

i write angst, fluff, smut, and dark fics. if you have a preference for what the blurb will be, please specify in your ask. 

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have you ever read a fic of mind and thought “hmm...i wonder what would happen if xyz had happened instead? well here’s the time to find out! send in an “🍷” + the fic (series, oneshot, blurb—whatever!) + your scenario and i’ll cook up a blurb or headcanon for you! 

any oneshot or blurb is up for grabs. 

the following series can be discussed: let my guard down (bucky), traitor (bucky/steve), remember me (bucky/nat), the wolf and the mouse (bucky/nick), she gets the flowers (steve/ransom), holding her heart (lee/ari), let’s ride (ari), and ever after (multiple).

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fmk (which may become fuck/marry/kiss if i can’t kill anyone)

would you rather

this or that

top 5

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Requesting info

So I just decided I will start writing fanfictions. I don’t know what got into me but I guess this is it now. So I will be taking requests for the following fandoms with some rules attached.

Disclaimer: English is not my first language and this is my first time posting my writing so please know there will probably be a few mistakes

Fandoms I write for

Haikyuu!!

Pretty much everyone

Stranger things

Eddie Munson

Steve Harrington

Robin Buckley

Jonathan Byers

Nancy Wheeler

Grishaverse

Jesper Fahey

Nina Zenik

Nikolai Lantsov

Alina Starkov

Attack on Titan

Reiner Braun

Porco Galliard

Eren Yeager

Mikasa Ackerman

Levi Ackerman

Hanji Zoe

Marvel

Moonknight (Marc, Steven, Jake)

Layla El-Faouly

Loki

America Chavez

Yelena Belova

Kate Bishop

Wanda Maximoff

Pietro Maximoff

Shuri

Riri Williams

Namora

One Piece live action

All characters

I would consider writing for other characters and fandoms as well just request it and I’ll see if I know the character and am able to write about them

Rules

I don’t write smut but would write something that leads to it or is set after but not the thing in detail

I don’t write ships just x reader stories

I don’t write for OCs

I won’t write anything to do with rape, suicide, self harm, pedophilia, drugs or racism

I will write fluff and Angst

I will write for gender neutral and female

I will write headcanons, blurbs, full oneshots and series

How to request

Send me the character, brief explanation of the story,if you want a headcanon, blurb or full oneshot and what gender you want the reader to be

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wips are subject to change and so are the names/tropes. feel free to ask me about them if one peaks your interest! requests are closed, guidelines can be found here. and here’s my masterlist.

last updated: 9/26/2023.

moonknight

sprite (marc spector x reader)

boundless (marc spector x reader)

various moonboys oneshots

javier peña - narcos

blue scoops (multi-chapter)*

the sun also rises

jonathan levy - scenes from a marriage

falling slowly (two parter)*

santi garcia - triple frontier

lumberjack au

din djarin - the mandalorian

din x black!reader

[rehkkuma]

Click here for my prompt list!

mm hi!! here's some of my basic rules:

3-4 characters max! if you have an idea/prompt you really like but want to include more than 4 characters, feel free to request again afterwards. if no characters are listed in your request, i will select my own.

for my emoji prompts, please pick a maximum of 3 (whether it be sfw or nsfw).

please specify if you'd like a oneshot, headcanons, etc!!

if there are time jumps in the series you're requesting for, please clarify what age/time period you would like the character to be written as (ex. eren jeagar post s3 events).

fem pronouns will be used unless stated!!

I WILL WRITE:

most dark/violent content (ones i wont write are listed below), nsfw, basically anything that isn't listed in my "i will not write" section.

I WILL NOT WRITE:

nsfw/implied sex content that includes minors (i'm not comfortable with aging up character for sexual scenarios, sorry). however, i can write suggestive content as long as it's comedic.

matchups (i lack creative energy for this, sorry).

reader with a mental illness other than depression or anxiety.

character x OC.

polyamorous relationships

AUs that are not in a modern timeline (everyone survives AU is okay)

race-specific reader.

anything astrology-related.

monster/hybrid niches (ex. risotto nero being a werewolf).

rape, dubcon, noncon, incest, pedophilia, ddlg (daddy/mommy kinks are allowed).

CHARACTERS/SHOWS I WRITE FOR

JOJO'S BIZARRE ADVENTURE

PHANTOM BLOOD:

jonathan joestar

dio brando

speedwagon

BATTLE TENDENCY:

joseph joestar

caesar zeppeli

kars, esidisi, wamuu

STARDUST CRUSADERS:

jotaro kujo

noriaki kakyoin

jean pierre polnareff

joseph joestar

muhammad avdol

iggy (platonic only)

dio brando

hol horse

DIAMOND IS UNBREAKABLE:

josuke higashikata

jotaro kujo

okuyasu nijimura

koichi hirose

yukako yamagishi

rohan kishibe

yoshikage kira/kosaku kawajiri

VENTO AUREO:

giorno giovanna

bruno bucciarati

guido mista

leone abbacchio

narancia ghirga

pannacotta fugo

all of la squadra

diavolo

vinegar doppio

HAIKYUU:

shoyo hinata

tobio kageyama

yu nishinoya

kei tsukishima

tetsuro kuroo

ryunosuke tanaka

koshi sugawara

asahi azumane

keishin ukai

toru oikawa

koutaro bokuto

keiji akaashi

yuuji terushima

wakatoshi ushijima

MY HERO ACADEMIA:

izuku midoriya

katsuki bakugou

toshinori yagi/all might

keigo takami/hawks

dabi

taishiro toyomitsu/fatgum

shoto todoroki

shota aizawa

eijiro kirishima

momo yaoyorozu

ATTACK ON TITAN (MANGA INCLUDED):

eren jeagar

levi ackerman

erwin smith

armin arlert

jean kirtstein

reiner braun

ONE PUNCH MAN:

saitama

genos

garou

metal bat

fubuki

CHAINSAW MAN:

denji

aki hayakawa

power

kobeni higashiyama

[fickle-fixations]

Masterlist

Last updated 12-12-24

Latest Fic: Jake Lockley x reader

most of my works can also be found on AO3

author's fave = 💜 abandoned series = 💔

Oscar Isaac Characters:

Anselm Vogelweide x reader - Imagine being a manager at a strip club where Anselm only has eyes for you

Jake Lockley x Reader - Chaos, He Politely Knocked (So I Opened the Door) - Set post-canon. The reader is in an established relationship with Marc and Steven, and meets Jake for the first time

Jonathan Levy x Reader - Helpless - Your husband comes home to find you trying to get off. Emphasis on trying.

American Gods

Czernobog x reader - Just Me and My God (and an Impossible View) - a prophesy of domestic bliss and ritual sacrifice

Marvel

Thor x Loki - We are Nothing but Gods - Role reversal dark!Thor, Avenger!Loki

J.A.R.V.I.S. x Tony - Him (This Impossible Truth - getting together, pining & fluff 💜

Rocket Raccoon x Reader - Your Words are Like Knives, but I'm Used to the Pain - one-sided love - NO physical attraction only emotional

The Suicide Squad (2021)

Abner Krill (Polkadot Man) x Reader - What You Want and What I Get - bonding, emotional hurt/comfort 💜

The Boys

Frenchie x Kimiko

Oneshots

(I will) Tread Lightly - missing scene 1x08 - fluff/pining

You’re in a prison with no windows, so I’ll tear at every brick til the light comes in (Haunted and Holy) - post 2x03 - hurt/comfort

and I wonder if this’ll all work out - (far?) future - hurt/little comfort/angst 💜

Drabbles

home - Frenchie POV

home - Kimiko POV

Choice

100 Ways to Say I Love You

Frenchie x Kimiko

12. “Take my jacket, it’s cold outside.”  + 96. “I brought you an umbrella.”

15. “I made your favorite.”

38. “I like your laugh.”

41. “Go back to sleep.

Maleficent

Borra x Conall - Old War Bird 💔

Maleficent x Diaval - Keep Me Safe - Diaval needs a new body

Night at the Museum

Ahkmenrah x reader - whump (warning: you die lol)

Peter Pan 2003

James Hook x reader imagine  - fluff

Sharkboy and Lavagirl/We Can Be Heroes

end of WCBH imagine

The Goldfinch

Boreo drabble

Split/Glass

The Broken Are More Evolved // Casey, Kevin // hiatus

Part I - Rejoice 💔

History

Alexander the Great x Hephaestion - The world may no longer be mine but I belong to you

NEEDTOBREATHE

Lost - Bear & Bo Hurt/comfort - TW Dissociation and ambiguous mental health issues

Thank you so much for checking out my writing! I hope you enjoy it :)

[sweetly-yours-and-mine]

Hey just want to tell you did the dress series really good with sculpting Marc and Steven in a subtle way and i madly in love with the conversation between them😍

Looking forward to more content about this series if there will be (no pushing and it’s totally okay if you consider Spain is the end of the story ☺️

Ig like 99% of fanfic writers on here, I started writing because I couldn't find the fics I wanted. I am here to give Marc Spector the loving he deserves (and Jake but I'm still too intimidated to let myself write anything for him lol).

I actually never view The Dress 'series' as a series per se, more like a set of oneshots in the same universe. They can be read in any order really and in any combination imo. I'd also like to write some Moon Knight stuff independent of this universe. I have the very very very rudimentary ideas of a Steven series based off a rom-com that I'm trying to sort through right now, and I'd also like to start writing for Jonathan Levy from Scenes From a Marriage.

ONE WORD: SOFT.

As for more content:

lmaooo I tried to find something out of the 500 words I have right now for The Dress universe but it's all pure filth and I don't want to give away how the fic starts so

*suggestive wink* There's stuff coming, just a little slow atm

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Breathe

Next Part - Exhale

Pairing: Jonathan Levy x Reader Rating: M

Notes: Just a Jonathan oneshot. Not beta-read. May have a second part but uhhhh haven't decided.

Warnings: Mutual pining; mentions of divorce; weed smoking; angst; fluff; Reader teaches with Jonathan Summary: You’re both quite high, but you’re a little more controlled than he is. Well, it’s not your first time. You think he’s handling it pretty well, though. He’s had a couple of bouts of pure giggliness for no reason at all, and they’ve begun and tapered off all on their own. 

But now he’s watching you. 

He’s staring at it like it’s a bomb that’s set to go off, a grenade that’s just had its pin pulled. You arch your brows curiously, chin tipping toward your chest a little bit as you shake the baggie, the two joints making a little shushing sound against the plastic and each other. 

“You don’t have to do this if you’re changing your mind,” You offer. 

“No! No, I’m—I mean, I am curious. I wouldn't have asked you about it if I wasn't.” 

It had been a nervous hedging as you'd walked back to your office after a faculty meeting. You'd had a couple of puffs before, and clearly hadn't used enough listerine or body spray to cover the slight scent. He's had the same look on his face, the same nervous smile and darting, nervous interest in his eyes.

“Uh-huh.” 

“But it’s just, you know,” He shakes his head, nervously adjusts his glasses, “It’s—It’s…New to me.” 

“Uh-huh.” 

Jonathan nods warily, eyes darting between the baggie and your face. 

“I can just leave ‘em here,” You offer, “And you can uh…You can smoke ‘em if you want to. I recommend stashing them in a coffee can. Covers the smell.” 

“Okay. Okay, yeah.” He clears his throat uncomfortably, glancing around the kitchen, presumably toward wherever he keeps the coffee. Your brows arch. 

“Or…I can take them with me and you can forget they were ever here.” 

You can see thoughts forming in Jonathan’s mind and branching off, one after the other. There are so many, and they grow so quickly that you think they could branch out of his ears at any moment. He finally manages, 

“Ah…Ava’s not home, and she’ll be…You know, for a few days.” 

“Right.” 

“So could you—Could we…?”

Your brows shoot up as he trails off, and he chuckles, tipping his head forward as he adjusts his glasses self-consciously. 

“Yeah,” You nod, filling in his blank, “We can light up.” 

-- 

He’s watching you. When you’ve gotten the look from others before—that sort of half-glazed, slow-blinking, appraising gaze—it’s sent a wave of anticipation over you. Now, whatever you feel is dampened by the smoke. It’s new to get the look from Jonathan. It’s newer still to get it from him when he's sitting on a closed toilet lid, smoking his brains out for the first time. You’re close. Maybe you’re too close. You’re sitting on the windowsill, feet tucked between his thighs and the toilet seat to steady yourself. There’s a cool early winter breeze pushing in through the window, shudders shoved aside to let the air in and the smoke out. 

You’re both quite high, but you’re a little more controlled than he is. Well, it’s not your first time. You think he’s handling it pretty well, though. He’s had a couple of bouts of pure giggliness for no reason at all, and they’ve begun and tapered off all on their own. 

But now he’s watching you. 

You smile a little, leaning down and gently prising the half-smoked joint from his fingers. 

“How are you feeling down there, Levy?” 

“...You remember when we met?”

It’s a strange answer to your question, but maybe that’s why he’s been staring at you. 

“That’s what you’re feeling? Nostalgic?” You press lightly. 

“You were in such a bad mood,” Jonathan chuckles. You can't help but smile as he ignores your questions and tips his head back against the cornflower blue wall. The color is dulled and greening in the bathroom’s yellowing lamp light; you think it may be more hospitable in the daylight, but right now is nearly how you feel—muted. 

“I was in a bad mood?” 

“Mhm. I didn't know it then, but I know it now. I know better now,” He insists, head tipping to the side a little to meet your eyes. “You were in that weird…You were doing that thing you do where you go all quiet on people. You were quiet that day.” 

You’re quiet for a moment now, just taking him in—the dark blue sweater that he wears that’s going to hold the scent of the weed smoke, and the smoke of the cigarette you think he may switch to afterward; the way his greying curls sprawl over his forehead; his slightly red-bloodshot eyes behind the frames of his glasses. 

“...I didn’t know anyone,” You point out, “First day in the department, I couldn’t find my office, and—and I was just shy, that’s all.” 

“You?” 

“Yes—” 

“You, shy? No, come on. That’s not you. You've never been shy in your life.” 

His conviction makes your chest flutter. 

“It’s not me now because I know you, but it was me that day—shut up!” You insist, reaching out and giving Jonathan’s shoulder a light shove as he descends into giggles again. You can’t help but grin at the sight, raising the joint to your lips and pulling in deeply. You shake your head, averting your gaze from Jonathan. You can’t be the one staring—you won’t let yourself be the one staring, but he looks so…So fucking happy. It’s like the cloud that’s hung over his head since his wife left has been sapped and replaced with the smoke. 

You push the smoke out through your nose, tapping the ashes out of the window before you turn to look outside. It smells like rain, but it’s cold enough to snow. It may be that awful freezing rain—the kind that falls like pellets and stings when it hits your skin. 

“Why are you thinking about that?” You ask as Jonathan’s giggles taper and slow. You keep your eyes set carefully outside, wary that you’ll become addicted to the sight of this bright, open, grinning, smoke-addled Jonathan. 

“...I don’t know.” 

Jonathan’s admission sounds soft and small, nothing like the boisterous giggly tone he had a few moments ago. You draw in another quick drag before you hold out the joint. It’s a moment before Jonathan’s fingers brush yours, pushing goosebumps up your arms. You can pass it off as a cold if he asks, but you don’t think he will. He takes his damn time, knuckles brushing your palm as he takes the joint from you, his eyes set on yours. 

“How are you feeling?” You ask again. It’s an easy, almost hopeful lob. Until a moment ago, he was in a good-ish mood, but now he sounds like he’s drawing back a bit. 

“Floaty,” He admits, raising the joint to his lips. 

“Good floaty?” 

“Mm,” He holds the smoke in, voice tight with it, “I think so.” “Good.” 

Jonathan pushes the smoke out, lips pursed to the side to direct it to the window. 

“...I’m hungry,” He admits. He sounds as if he’s just realized it, as if he’s never been hungry before. “Are you hungry? I’m starving—and fuck, I’m so—my tongue feels like sandpaper and my throat is like,” He makes a hacking noise, waving toward his throat. You snort, wiggling your toes to spur him to shift a little. 

“I’ll go get us some glasses,” You offer, sliding your feet out from beneath his thighs. 

“I can get them.” 

"No, no—"

"Lemme get them—"

“I know you have the ability, Levy," You insist, waving him to stay where he's half-risen from the toilet, "But just sit there and uh—float, okay? I’ll be right back.” 

-- 

You take your damn time walking downstairs and getting glasses from the cabinet. You know better than to fill them with water and carry them upstairs—it’ll just slosh everywhere. You’ll just fill them with tap water when you get back upstairs. You look around as you go down and up again. It’s fascinating, the way Jonathan has narrowed his and Ava’s worlds to the lower floor of the house. It’s probably for the best, hell—two floors seems like so much space for the two of them, and better still that the two of you are smoking in the bathroom that’s hardly ever used anymore. You give a warning knock and pause for a warning before you walk into the bathroom again. 

Jonathan’s stood up by the time you come back in, his head hanging out of the window like a dog poking its head through a car window.

“...Y’alright in here?” You ask, walking closer slowly.

“It’s so cool out.” 

The words are a little muffled. You can't help but grin. 

“Yeah, it’s uh…It’s November. In Boston,” You chuckle. You walk over the sink and fill both glasses before heading over to the toilet again. You set one on the windowsill beside him before raising yours to your lips and taking a cooling swig. You sigh softly at the feeling before you reach out, poking his elbow. He leans back in, cheeks ruddy from the cold. He glances down, spotting the glass, then takes it up, draining it in three gulps. You snort, watching him. 

“Better?” 

“Yeah. Yeah, definitely better. And the air, I think it really, uh,” He waves from the window to his head, then back to the window. “I think it helped, I was starting to feel a little…Fuzzy.”

“I thought you were floaty.” 

“I was fuzzy and floaty. The fuzz has cleared. Standing up was good for that, too.” 

“Mm. And the float?”

“Still present.” 

“Happy with that?” 

“It’s pretty good…I’m still hungry, though.” 

“Wanna get pizza? My treat.” 

-- 

“This is the best pizza I’ve ever had.” 

“Oh yeah?” 

“I mean if I ever wanted to...fuck a pizza…” 

You cackle through your mouthful as Jonathan stares lovingly at the half-eaten pizza slice in his hand. 

“Do you want me to give you guys some space?” You tease before taking another bite of your food. “My slice and I could go sit in the backyard—” 

“No, no. You stay right here—” 

“Two’s company, three’s a crowd.” 

“There’s four of us if we count your slice.” 

“Mm, touché.” 

“So this is more like a double date.” 

You snort, shaking your head and setting your slice down. You prop your elbows up on the table, setting your chin on your hand. 

“Chew and swallow, Levy,” You warn as you watch him take a bite and then swallow it almost immediately. 

“I wanna inhale it,” He mumbles around his next mouthful. 

“I wanna not have to perform CPR.”

“What, you wouldn’t save me if I choked on this thing?” 

“I mean I’d have to watch a Youtube video on how-to first, so I don’t think you’d make it. Time is of the essence with things like blocked airways.” 

“Said the pot to the asthmatic.” 

“Literally the pot?” 

“Literally—No, that’s good. That’s good,” Jonathan chuckles, waggling the crust of his pizza at you before he takes another bite. 

You smile, reaching down and picking a piece of pepperoni off of your slice, popping it into your mouth. The two of you go quiet, save for the sounds of your eating and drinking. Between the two of you, the pizza’s whittled down to a single slice within the hour. 

“...It’s getting late,” You comment softly, “I should go.”

“You gonna drive?” 

“After how much we smoked? Nah, that would be stupid. I’ll just get a car or something.” 

You pull your phone out, beginning to swipe through it. It’s a few moments before Jonathan starts, 

“You could just—...You know.”

But this time you don’t know. You don’t know if it’s the weed, or if he just hasn’t made himself clear, but you’re not taking his meaning. 

“I could just what?” 

Jonathan drags the offer over the finish line:

“You could just stay here.”

-- 

You expect to kip on the couch, but there you are, climbing into Jonathan’s bed. It’s a little bit of a tight squeeze between the desk and the shelves. You borrow a pair of his boxer shorts and leave on your tank top. You realize belatedly that Jonathan will need to wash his shorts, as they’re likely to wind up smelling like the weed scent that clings to your top. 

“...When’s the last time you slept with someone?” Jonathan asks. It’s a hazy mumble; his eyes are half-open, torn between drifting off and squinting at you without his glasses. You think for a moment. 

“When you say slept…Do you mean had sex, or been asleep with someone?” 

“Second one.” 

“Mm.” 

“Or the first—Or both, or neither, you know. Whatever you wanna share.” 

You smile as the jittery tone begins to creep back into Jonathan’s voice. 

“The last time I was asleep with someone…Was a long time ago. A few years, maybe.” 

“...And sex?” 

Your brows raise at his prying, and Jonathan sputters a laugh, raising his hands and scrubbing at his eyes as he rolls onto his back. 

“I’m sorry,” He mumbles, “That was—I think I’m still high. Fuck.” 

You smile, tucking your hands beneath your cheek and watching him. 

“You’re definitely still high,” You reassure, “Don’t worry about it. Last time I had sex was…A while ago.”

“...How long’s a while?” Jonathan’s head tips toward you, tongue sweeping his lip. The flash of slick pink makes your stomach twist. You shrug a little.

“A while,” You reiterate. Jonathan nods, raising his hands in mock surrender before he sets them on his chest again. He gives a gentle rub, brow furrowing.

“You okay?” You ask, sitting up a little. You’ve seen how quickly his asthma can well up, and how suddenly. 

“Yeah. Yeah, fine. Just—Felt like there was a…Tightening.” 

He coughs softly a couple of times before he clears his throat, shaking his head. 

“Do you need me to get your inhaler?” 

“No. No, I’m okay,” He insists, settling down. He gives one more soft cough before it goes quiet. You slide down in bed again, watching him draw in a few deep breaths. His chest rises and falls more steadily, but you still worry that his chest is bothering him more than he’ll admit. You hesitate before you reach out, resting your hand on his chest. He doesn’t move for a moment; in fact, for that little stretch of time, he doesn’t take a breath. And then he rests a warm hand atop yours and draws in a deep breath, one that lifts both of your hands. You snuggle a little closer, your legs brushing his as you close your eyes. 

“Night, Jonathan.” 

His fingers twitch around yours before curling gently to grasp and hold your hand. 

“Night.” 

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Me: Okay I'm just gonna work on some WIPs

My brain: How about a new Jonathan Levy oneshot?

Me:

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Ooh Morning Pages plz!

S o o this is a Scenes from a Marriage - Jonathan Levy x Reader oneshot that I'm working on. Snippet: Jonathan hastily drops and stubs out the cigarette before he closes the back door. He makes his presence known, and you exchange the usual pleasantries. If you smell the cigarette smoke on him—and how could you not, frankly—you say nothing about it.

The next morning, Jonathan writes, She’s here to help Ava, not me. The presence of one does not occlude the absence of another. Her being here does not change the fact that Mira is gone.

Trying to drown a loss with a sudden, juvenile fascination will not replace what has been lost. The feeling will rise back to the surface, unhindered, like I never tried to drown it at all. It’s like trying to patch a hole in the wall with silly putty. He would know. Ava did try that, once. Jonathan prepares to cap his pen, but he looks at the small, blank space left at the bottom of the page. He lowers his pen back to the page. But to deny that fascination would be just as juvenile.

Send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and I’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it.