#jon please you're a disaster

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please, please, please | jonathan crane

please please please by sabrina carpenter has been playing in my head nonstop...and the music video? that has jonathan crane and his gf written ALL over it. also i promise I AM WORKING ON REQUESTS i swear.

summary: you warn jonathan not to embarrass you at your dinner party — you know how he is sometimes. thankfully, disasters were avoided during dinner and as a reward, you let him try something new in the bedroom with you that he's been wanting to do.

warnings: smut, p in v, fingering, sex toys (butt plug), anal but only using the toy lol, jonathan kills someone, talk of dead bodies lmfao? mdni 18+ only

word count: 3.9k

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"what did you do?!" you whisper yell at jonathan, who was currently staring at you with hearts in his eyes and a sheepish smile.

"i didn't know he was going to react this way, swear it," he says quietly, "i just wanted to see what a concentrated dose would do."

you look at the man slumped over on your apartment couch, seemingly dead. you turn your head to jonathan silently, looking at him incredulously as he kept that sheepish smile plastered on his face.

your boyfriend, doctor jonathan crane, had "accidentally" — that's what he claims — murdered your electrician with a too high dose of his fear toxin. he swore that he had thought some man had broken into your house and he was only trying to protect you; which yes, you found sweet, but there was also the issue of the now dead electrician in your living room.

"i swear baby," he says with his hands up defensively, "i thought he broke in."

"i told you that the electrician was coming by today!"

jonathan laughs awkwardly for a moment, but he pulled you close and gave you a little kiss on the forehead. "i'm sorry darling. don't be mad, please."

you let him pull you close, relaxing into his touch, "jonathan, what are we supposed to do with his body? we have dinner guests coming over in less than two hours."

"i got it," he assures you, "don't worry. i'm sure if i just hide his body in the meantime, nobody will notice."

you groan, wriggling out of his grasp as you leave him to it. you get ready, doing your makeup and hair, before picking out on outfit for your dinner party.

you and jonathan recently moved in together, and though you had been dating for quite some time, he hadn't really met your friends all that much. sure, he'd seen them a handful of times, but you wanted your friends to get to know him better — i mean hey, they had asked to.

honestly, you thought you had good judgement and you thought you had good taste. i mean, you managed to snag a handsome, intelligent, financially stable doctor; what else could a girl ask for? and look — yes, you may of had a small, tiny, little track record of dating mentally unstable, dangerous, and wild men but you swore jonathan was different.

he wasn't unstable, dangerous and wild. no, no, no — he was calculated, precise and a murderer! three totally different traits than what you usually go for.

"look at you, baby," jonathan cooed as he watched you walk into the kitchen, "you're the prettiest, my god."

you blush, shaking your head bashfully as you pull him into a kiss, admiring his every feature. "i love you, jon."

"i love you, too."

"but listen to me," you say softly, trying your hardest to sound menacing, "you're a doctor — so act like one. please don't kill one of our guests or anything."

"only for you, darling." he says with a smile, hands resting on your hips.

the doorbell to your apartment rang, and you made your way to the door with jonathan, hand in hand. "oh, and one more thing," you say quickly reaching to unlock your front door, "i beg you, don't embarrass me, motherfucker."

jonathan holds back a laugh at your not-so-threatening threat as you let your friends in, and the night goes by without a hitch. you don't know where jonathan has hid the dead body in your apartment, but you don't care as long as your guests don't fucking find it.

"it was great getting to see you two again. you guys are so wonderful together. congratulations on the new place, by the way!" your friend tells you as you all wrap up dinner, a few of the other dinner guests still finishing off their wine.

"thank you!" you gush, smiling happily, "we really love it here, right jonathan?"

"yes, darling. it's quite lovely, isn't it?" he replies softly, caressing your hand with his.

"your patio is gorgeous, by the way — great view of the city. we should have a drink out there, it's still early!" another one of your guests suggests, and jonathan shoots you a look.

oh, so that's where he hid the body — on the fucking balcony where anyone could see.

"o-oh!" you stammer, "um, you know, the summer weather is great. wonderful, really — but like, isn't the inside of our brand new apartment just so lovely, too? like look at our new ceiling fan — wow."

your friend looks at you with a confused expression, and she laughs a little awkwardly. "yeah totally, the interior design is so...great."

"yeah, so i have a fun idea," you say rather enthusiastically, to which jonathan has to look away to stop himself from laughing, "maybe let's stay inside? i know your craving some fresh air, but the ceiling fan is so nice."

"darling," jonathan interrupts softly, smiling at you then looking at your friends, "why don't we just schedule a time another day to have drinks all together? i'd love to keep the night going, but i'm afraid i have to work particularly early tomorrow at the asylum."

everyone "ahh'd" in union as they respected what he did for work — he was one of gothams finest, most renown psychiatrists, after all. surprisingly, tonight it was jonathan saving you from slipping up instead of you coming to save him.

as your dinner guests left one by one, you shut the door and locked it as you turn to jonathan with a sweet smile. "thank you for that, i wasn't particularly planning on my friends seeing a dead body out on the balcony tonight."

"relax, baby," jonathan cooed, "i told you i'd handle it, right?"

you look up into your boyfriends beautiful, pale, blue eyes — for someone so notoriously dangerous, he sure was gentle and sweet with you. of course, jonathan did have a soft spot for you and you only.

he would openly admit it, too.

"right, sorry," you whisper as he leans down from his towering height to kiss you, "i trust you."

he hums in satisfaction, then captured your lips in a kiss. his gentle hands roamed across your body, and suddenly, jonathan was pulling you flush against him. through broken kisses and breathless panting, his hand found it's way to your neck. when he gave it a light, experimental squeeze, you moaned into the kiss — he knew this was exactly how to get you going.

"go to the bedroom," he commands softly, "and be ready when i get there, darling."

you look at him inquisitively for a second, but as soon as he raises a brow; you don't ask any questions. he goes into the living room to rummage around for something, and you make your way into your shared bedroom.

you slip out of your evening attire, keeping the lacy, black, intimate lingerie you had underneath on as you patiently wait on the bed for your boyfriend. after a few moments, he returns with something in his hands — a small, dainty, pink gift box with a white ribbon adorned around it.

"i was good for you tonight, right darling?" jonathan asked softly, handing the pink gift box over to you as you start to unravel the bow on top.

"of course you were." you sigh, smiling dopily at him.

he hummed as you opened the box and your eyes went wide, "well, now i want you to be good for me, baby."

inside the dainty, pink, gift box was a butt plug, and on the end of it was a shimmering, baby pink, sparkly gem. "jonathan," you blush profusely, "y-you wanna do...?"

"i just want you to try it out while i fuck you, darling. see how it feels — it's an experiment i've been wanting to try out with you for a while." he says lowly, watching you like a hawk as you took it out of the box.

"i've never done anything...there." you say shyly, and he kisses you gently; of course he'd see sex as a way to experiment.

this was a man of science we're talking about, after all.

"that's alright," he assures you with a quiet chuckle, "i'll guide you through it, okay? you trust me, don't you?"

"yeah," you giggle, "okay — fine, but just this once."

jonathan eyed you down in your black, lacy lingerie as you shuffled around on the bed, bending over as you reached for the lube in the bedside drawer. he had to stop himself from groaning aloud when he saw your already wet cunt soaking through your undergarments — all bent over and needy for his fat cock.

you tossed the bottle of lube over to the side of the bed, crawling over to jonathan as his eyes turned three shades darker at the sight. after you crawled into his lap, he slowly unhooked your very lacy, very see through bralette, slipping it right off your shoulders.

his hands immediately came to paw at your tits as you rested your head on his collarbone, leaning back at the feeling of his strong hands tweaking your perked up nipples.

"jonathan," you breathlessly moan, "please."

"be good for me, baby — be patient." he whispered against your ear, nipping it lightly.

his feather light touch traced down, further and further until he got to your underwear. his fingers hooked into the lace trim, gently and ever so slowly helping you out of the undergarment. you felt your breath hitch lightly as the cold air hit your bare, soaked core, and you leaned further back into jonathan.

jonathan — who by the way, was still fully clothed — swiped two fingers through your dripping folds gently, causing you to jump at the sudden pleasurable feeling. "you're soaked," he noticed, placing a kiss down your neck, "i've barely touched you."

"i-i know," you whimper, "but—"

"i bet you liked it when i said i wanted to experiment on you, hm? did that turn you on, darling? knowing that i'm studying your every reaction to my touch?"

you bit your lip as he spoke, cutting you off as you whimpered under his touch. yes — he was on the dot with his assumptions and observations. sure, you'd never used a butt plug before but hey, if it was with jonathan, you were pretty much down for anything.

"yes," you admitted breathlessly, "fuck, jon."

it was strange — the thought of him studying you during sex in such a...clinical way. it was a major turn on for you, in fact, you didn't know if you'd ever been so turned on before. jonathan proceeded to slowly insert a finger into your drooling hole, causing you to let out a choked moan.

"yeah, you're fucking dripping." he observed, peppering kisses down your neck and shoulders as you relaxed your head onto his. after he fucked you with one finger for no more than a minute, he was suddenly inserting another — it was no issue though, you were so wet that his second finger slipped in without resistance.

you arched your back instinctively, letting out choked, breathless moans as you whimpered his name sweetly. it was like music to jonathan's ears — hearing you fall apart as he carefully, slowly, and precisely turned you into nothing in just mere minutes.

"s-so close!" you squeaked out, and jonathan was suddenly drawing his fingers out of you, causing your jaw to drop and you to turn around to look at him with disbelief.

"i know," he cooed, "now, turn back around and get on all fours. face down, ass up."

you looked at him with surprise, but jonathan was always in control in the bedroom — this wasn't new by any means, but it sure was hot. listening and hanging onto his every word, you do as he asks, getting on all fours as you hear him shuffle around behind you.

with your ass up and your pretty face down, you bite your lip as you hear the pop of the lube bottle cap being opened. you gasp quietly as you feel a foreign, cold, silicone texture poke at your ass — it was almost embarrassing how wet this was making you.

"look at how wet you're getting, and i haven't even put the toy in your ass yet." jonathan chuckled lowly, feeling his cock straining so hard against his pants that he thought the zipper might pop open.

"s-shut up." you try to retaliate, but it comes out more like a broken, desperate plea.

"m'gonna push it in now, okay? not all the way, i promise i'll be gentle — and slow." jonathan says softly, his voice easing your nerves.

though you wished you could see his face, the thought was soon wiped from your mind as you felt the silicone toy being pushed into you, stretching your ass out. thankfully, it wasn't painful. it felt uncomfortable at first, but the more he pushed, the more you got used to the stretch.

"how's it feeling, baby?" jonathan asked lowly, watching your glistening cunt clench around nothing.

"s'okay," you respond, "is it almost all the way in?"

"almost, just a little more to go. you look so good like this, darling. letting me do whatever i want to you, and you just take it like a good girl."

his words made your cheeks burn, and you whine as you felt him give the toy one more gentle push into your ass. it felt good, surprisingly, but it also felt full. you felt full.

"is it hurting?" jonathan asked with concern, and you shook your head no, finally looking behind you as you saw his face.

his cheeks were dusted with a pink colour, and his lips looked plush. he was extremely turned on — that much was obvious with just the way he looked. your eyes trailed down to the tent in his pants; he was so hard it looked like his trousers were about to rip.

"feels really full, though," you giggle softly, "i'm guessing you like the view?"

"god, baby," he groans, "i wish you could see what i'm seeing right now — your ass up with a pretty, pink gemstone in it. all stretched out and waiting for me to fuck your pretty little cunt, hm?"

"mm, y-yeah." you moan as he reaches for your hips, gently turning you onto your back as he pushes you into the soft pillows.

the butt plug still felt a little odd to you as you switched positions, now laying on your back, but it felt good at the same time. as your mind was focused on the feeling of that, you look back up at jonathan to see him desperately trying to undress himself. as controlled and precise as the doctor was — he was a needy mess when it came to you.

"hurry up, doctor crane," you tease, biting your lip as he huffs, clearly affected by your little comment, "i'm so fucking wet—"

"i'm gonna fuck you till you can't think anymore," he interrupted, his voice strained, "you're going to be so full with my cum."

his suit jacket was long gone, and now so was his white button down and tie. his trousers had seemingly disappeared somewhere as well, and his leaking, hard, veiny cock sprung free, hitting his stomach lightly as he took it out.

within seconds, your legs were spread for him. pupils blown wide.m jonathan was positioned between your legs, the tip of his cock rubbing up against your dripping cunt, and you whined when he teased your folds. "how does it feel?" jonathan asks softly, just barely putting the head in, "you feel nice and full, darling? all stretched out?"

"s-so full," you pant, "but i need your cock — so badly."

he smirks to himself; his ego clearly being stroked with the way he had you, his beautiful girlfriend, in bed begging for him and letting him do whatever he pleases to any of your holes.

with a sudden thrust, he slid into you with ease from how slick your cunt was, and you gasped at the feeling of his cock filling you up. jonathan set a moderate pace; not too fast but not too slow, either.

"does it feel good, baby? having both your holes all stuffed?" he asks, fucking into you gently as you struggled to speak.

"y-yes!" you said to him, voice shaky, "feels so good, f-fuck—"

jonathan continued to thrust his thick cock into your tight, wet hole and within seconds, you were cockdrunk. your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you moaned his name over and over, incoherently begging for something. you weren't sure what exactly you were begging for, but as long as you were begging — jonathan was satisfied.

this is how he liked you — fucked out and willing to do anything for him. to be fair, he would do absolutely anything (and i mean anything, including murder), for you too. you were his girl, his everything, what he needed in his life — so naturally, nothing was off the table when it came to what he'd do for you.

but nothing beat the feeling of you submitting to him like this.

"god, you're already close, aren't you, my love?" jonathan asked softly, picking up his pace as his cock brushed up against your walls.

he was right — you were close. the way his thick, veiny cock stretched you open while you were stuffed with a toy in your other hole had you feeling ready to tip over the edge in just seconds. "insatiable," jonathan commented as he plowed into you faster and harder, "that's what you are, darling. look at my needy girl; she needs all over holes filled and stretched, all the fucking time."

his filthy, degrading (but also very hot) comments tipped you over the edge, and before you knew it — you were coming undone all over his cock as he groaned. a plethora of whines and pleas left your lips, but you were so gone from the way he was fucking you stupid, you didn't even realize what was said in that moment.

before you could register what was happening, jonathan pulled out of you quickly. he flipped you onto your stomach, being quite gentle with you, as he grabbed onto your hips, indicating he wanted you to be on all fours again. understanding what he was asking, you did what you knew to do — be face down, ass up.

"jesus," jonathan groans from behind you, giving your ass a light spank, "fuck, look at that."

you whine at the gentle spank he gave you, and his fingers brushed up against your other hole, where the butt plug was sitting. "j-jon," you whined, "please."

you heard him chuckle lowly, his cock brushing up against your folds once more as he slowly split you open on his cock. he was enjoying this far too much — the sight of you with that pink gemstone in your ass and the way your cunt took his cock deeper and deeper with every thrust? it was driving him insane.

"fucking beautiful," he groaned, "h-how'd you manage to get even tighter, baby?"

"f-feels so good, oh m-my god!" you started to scream into the pillows as one of jonathan's hands snaked down and started to rub at your clit.

as you were about to cum from the way he was rubbing your sensitive clit, he removed his hand which caused you to whine. he chuckled softly from behind you, fucking you into the mattress so deep and rough, you were for sure going to be sore for the next week to come.

suddenly, you gasped as your cunt started to flutter around jonathan's length. his hand that was previously on your clit, was now toying with the butt plug, teasingly pushing it in and out gently. he didn't pull it out all the way, but just ever so slightly — just enough so that every time he pushed it back in, you'd feel so full again.

"are you about to cum, baby?" jonathan asked sweetly, "are you about to cum on my cock?"

"f-fuck, yes! yes!" you screamed as jonathan fucked you even faster.

"s-shit, me too," he groaned, "come now, baby — fuuuck!"

as your vision went white and you creamed his cock, jonathan gave you a few more harsh thrusts before he spilled his cum into you. hot ropes of cum covered your walls, filling your hole up completely.

as both of you were coming down from your intense highs, jonathan pulled out after a moment. his cum started to leak from your cunt, and he took two fingers to push it back in — causing you to whine at the sensation.

his demeanour changed the second you two weren't fucking anymore — he was soft, doting, and loving towards you as soon as he cleaned you up. he helped you into his arms, pulling you close as the two of you curled up under the sheets in the crisp, cool, air-conditioned bedroom.

"that was something," jonathan says, being the first one to break the silence, "did you like it? i didn't hurt you, right?"

"no, you didn't hurt me at all, baby," you laughed softly, kissing him on the cheek, "and yeah, it was really ejoyable."

"i see. well, i'm glad you enjoyed it, darling." he smiles at you lovingly, pulling you into a gentle, passionate kiss.

as you wrapped your arms around his neck, you looked up at your devoted boyfriend with the most loving, adorable, and kind look that jonathan had ever seen. "i love you, jonathan. that was fun."

"i love you too, darling," he says, but he pauses before getting up with a sigh, "i'm sorry to cut this moment short, my dear, but i do believe that i have a certain...body to dispose of in a timely manner."

"you and your pillow talk, jonathan. it never seizes to amaze me — last week it was about that patient you terrorized at work and this week, it's the dead electrician on our balcony." you said with a small smile, biting your lip as you teased your deranged, doctor boyfriend.

"well, all i can say is that i'm lucky to have you in my life, my dear." he said softly, looking at you with those gorgeous, pale, icy blue eyes of his. "i truly do love you."

as he turned around to look at you once more time before leaving the bedroom to go deal with the body on the balcony, you smile at him sweetly. he had his bodies on the balcony and you had your skeletons in your closet — you just understood him.

everyone has their ghosts, right? and plus, as long as nobody else knew about the whole scarecrow and murderer thing, then it would be fine. it would aways be fine.

"i truly love you too, jonathan," you said after a moment, and you could've sworn that you saw the scarecrow himself start to blush, "but if you wanna go and be stupid, don't do it in front of me."

he shakes his head on his way out — presumably to dispose of the body in ways you didn't really want to know of. jonathan's voice called out back to you as he made his way to the balcony doors.

"noted, my love!"

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[unboundprompts]

Hi! Thank you so much for your wonderful blog! Could you please do prompts from songs that feel ✨orange✨? Some energetic, bright, optimistic lines would be so nice! Thank you in advance!

Orange Prompts

-> writing prompts from songs that feel orange. feel free to edit as you see fit.

"I don't know the way, but I know that I belong out here on this journey that I never thought I'd make." - The Color of the Sky by Thrice

"Welcome to the land of the permanent sun where the flowers are melted and the future is fun." - The Valley of The Pagans (feat. Beck) by Gorillas, Beck

"You are the bullet in my head." - Spiderhead by Cage The Elephant

"You are my radio. Turn you up when I feel low. You are the soundtrack to all I know. You are the rock to my roll." - Rock To My Roll by Anarbor

"How can I help it if I like the way she makes me feel?" - Break Up Every Night by The Chainsmokers

"You know I talk too much. Honey, come put your lips on mine, and shut me up." - Talk too Much by COIN

"Who needs money when love is gold." - Rock To My Roll by Anarbor

"I turn each day into night, I stand there waiting for you." - Natives by blink-182

"Let's go paint the town on our way home." - Razzmatazz by I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

'You're only going up from here." - Bummerland by AJR

"Well, he talks like an angel, but he looks like me." - Brazil by Declan McKenna

"Lovin' you's a recipe for disaster, hurts like hell but damn it's fuckin' heavenly." - Crazy by Makeout

"If I'm feeling right, I'll go out tonight and meet some strangers like me." - High Low by The Unlikely Candidates

"Tell me where we were and what we did last night." - Suicide Sunday by The Friday Night Boys

"You got to know that I meant it when I said that I liked you." - Ghost by Confetti

"In your head, I'm a junkie for your desperate love." - My Heart Needs to Breathe by The Faim

"Nothing has changed, he is the same." - He Is The Same by Jon Bellion

"I've found love in the strangest place." - Problems by Mother Mother

"We'll be the envy of the gods above." - The Cult of Dionysus by The Orion Experience, ORION, Linda XO

"Loving is easy when everything's perfect. Please don't change a single little thing for me." - Loving is Easy by Rex Orange County, Benny Sings

"What keeps me sane is you." - Paradise by Bear Ghost

"Well, maybe I'm a mess. And maybe I'm depressed. And maybe I'll just find out who I am, and I don't like who it is. And I'm a wreck. I do it for the sex. And maybe I gotta realize this is as good as it gets." - Good As It Gets by Little Hurt

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I think I may have come up with the best worst tma time travel “fix-it” au (imho)

Inspired by Ketakoshka's 'dread spawn' idea in their dread child jon series, Dribbledscribbles' origin story for the dread powers and extinction entity interpretation in their extinction!jon fic (and some more of the latter in their post-eyepocalypse fic too), as well as my own love for making unholy (aka fun) fusions of things and sandboxing eldritch interactions with the 'mundane' . . .

. . . I have created a post-canon, Somewhere Else, time travel ""fix-it"" story that I think might be unique (at least I've never seen any fics like it– but if I'm wrong then please please share the link!! or dm me if it's your own work hehe but no pressure!!)

(mag 160+ spoilers after this point!)

(i'm about to wax poetics here (hopefully coherently)—so you can read the story-ramble OR you can scroll to the TL;DR at the bottom to skip it & spoilers to read the nutshell & see if you're interested :3)

so get this...

The big Change happens right? But this time the Extinction is a bigger player in the game than canon, and ultimately deeply marks Jon throughout the eyepocalypse.

So when the finale happens, since Jon is now connected to the epicenter of the whole show, his 'death' and the panopticon's destruction has the simultaneous effect of baiting the Dread Powers into the Hole (via his voice in the spools of tape)– and also killing everyone trapped by the Dread Powers in the world via Jon the walking detonator thanks to being entrenched in the Extinction's influence. —Combining both his best and worst plans and realizing his worst nightmare: killing everyone and spreading the Powers to an unknown number of worlds to wreak even more havoc.

How did this happen?

Simple—but first some backstory for context.

The Extinction was more of a 'lurker', much less "outgoing" than its 'siblings'. And when it was "grandiose", well. . . it tended to leave no survivors. Thus its unrecognition by those like Robert Smirke or Jürgen Leitner.

To go back even further, the Dread entities were originally one cohesive entity with many faces and limbs. Its faces reflected the same developmental complexity as the sources of their manifestation. So those with the most diverse species feeding them held the widest capacities. Namely: the Hunt, End, and Extinction. But being a singular entity, it didn't mean much.

But as human species' family lines develop and grow more complex cognitive ability, more esoteric Dreads developed, and more faces become more complex. And the Extinction was right there from the beginning as more species died out one by one. Quietly. (...maybe? 👀)

Over time humans discovered the Powers and bonded with them, then started to classify them. From here, the Dread entity fragmented into Dread entities.

They developed their own 'consciousnesses' distinct from the hive 'mind' they once were. And, eventually, sapience. Self-awareness. Desires. Personalities. But they were still connected, part of the 'system'.

The Extinction and the Web (newer, but always sapient) are a quirky pair, the Web seeking control over everything and the Extinction seeking ultimate entropy and change upon its catastrophe.

It's hard to distinguish the Extinction exactly, its work misidentified for others with few under its own unique umbrella. Things 'unique' to it get missed due to being a misnomer and not getting clocked. (But that is the nature of the Dread Powers after all.. being a fragmentation of their original singular mass.)

...

The Extinction represents the fear of disaster that will bring about the end of everything—everything you know, love, need to survive. Everything you built, worked for, hoped for. The destruction of stories and of life, of the very history written by your land—your home.

Your community. Your society. Your species.

You.

Annihilated in totality.

The Extinction represents the fear of those that come after you to replace you—worse than you, different from you. Leaving you and your history and stories (the driver of your continued existence) forgotten forever. The fear of life moving on after you, ignorant and apathetic. Your story meaningless, irrelevant.

Your community's story. Your society's story. Your species' story.

Your story.

Erased and written over.

The Web represents the fear of being controlled, fate being out of your hands—by malevolent authorities out of reach, by abusive companions or relatives, by invisible forces far beyond the human comprehension. Spinning, winding, twisting, pulling each decision in your life made for you. Until destruction of the self by your own hand.

Your struggle for change futile. Your feet following the same path. Your fate determined for you.

You forfeit control—your feet march you to your bitter demise.

The Web represents the fear of being conspired against. Scheming, plotting, planning your downfall. The loss of everything you hold dear, worked for, bled for. Spinning, twisting, scripting lies about you. Your credibility falls to pieces, your world shatters, and your story distorts.

You are kept alive by the spreading of your story. And the people have decided to trust the manufactured tale.

You are forgotten—twisted into an image of something wrong.

...

Sometimes they're at odds. Where one seeks to manipulate the threads of everything endlessly, the other seeks to destroy it all so thoroughly, with such finality, as to mutate it– the schemes, the pawns, the gameboard itself.

Sometimes they're complementary. Where you watch as you lose everyone you cared for one by one, spiraling down a path darker into entropy, the irreversible nightmare, and wondering if you ever really had free will in the first place– if anyone did.

What if the end for you really was just another game to them? What if this wasn't their first round? What if you're just the next step in the grand scheme, larger than even your own universe?

Alright, now with that out of the way, let's bring back the question.

How did the Extinction change Jon, and how did this cause the altered result of the finale?

The Web has been there since the near beginning, pulling Jon along and guiding him to his next milestone in the plot. She had known the world would come to an end one way or another, and wanted to bring it about on her own terms so that she—they all—could escape it.

So when the Web saw what the Eye was doing, she had an idea. So she aided their acolytes, seeing her sibling as the perfect way to bring all of them together for the final step. And the Web set her own card onto the board: Jon.

Jon had a natural disposition for the Eye; from stubborn curiosity to the reckless pursuit for answers to even the coldest cases. Whether he knows it or not, his mind is a gaping maw for horrible knowledge—chasing after experiences disguised as answers to his burning questions so dreadful they leave scars on him like sigils of a looming doom.

While he has no affinity for the Web's machinations, he is still hers. She has no issue with guiding agents from across the court, she knows how to share. Especially when it benefits her. Jon archives each event, every little detail, with such care and readiness that he makes the perfect vessel to pull them in—to guide them out. He'd flourish best as her tool in the Watcher's sphere.

After the Watcher's Crown and the Dread Powers came into the world, the Extinction started to make its presence known. It seeped into other Domains and fed on the people's dread for permanent catastrophic change, on their fear of ruin and total desctruction. And as Jon traversed them and lived through their fear, so was he marked by the Extinction.

It seeped into his skin like oil and burned through his veins like acid. It tainted his trails with the radioactivity of human hubris and greed, twisting and mutating both the mundane and Dreadful as he passed. It closed its grasp on him with the tightness plastic rings and infected his Perceived routes with the stench of mountainous landfill and the thickness of city smog.

The Web and the Extinction had a complex relationship, but in this moment they guided the Archivist in synchronous song like a soldier being led to his final mission: dropping the nuclear bomb.

Did Jon know?

...

No.

The twines of manipulation layer labyrinthine over everything, above and below and through every angle and dimension. Even the Nigh-Omniscient Antichrist and his All-Knowing God will never fathom its depths.

He might never know that he helped start the Extinction's ritual: Raze the Earth.

Or that both the Web and the Eye knew and did nothing. (honestly, the latter's only there for the show)

So when Martin stabbed Jon and Melanie lit the gas mainline, the threads around the world snapped and the glowing light of humanity's greatest sins exploded over everything—

—and they prayed—

—and they wept—

—and the Dreads rushed out torrentially. (pulling a few strays with them)

Now for the part you were all waiting for (well I was)—the Heart of this AU

The Dread Powers and the ones who were dragged with them were transported Somewhere Else– a parallel world in a parallel universe. But they were. . . Changed from their previous/original selves.

The tag-alongs—Martin & Jon of course, but also Annabelle Cane, Oliver Banks, Simon Fairchild, and Arthur Nolan—replaced their parallels at birth, and gained partial or full amnesia to their past lives. But their personalities are altered, reflecting some aspects of their pre-finale personalities.

Except for Jon. Jon, the Pupil of the Eye, the Warhead of the Extinction, the Spools of the Web, the Archive of the Dreads and linchpin to their escape. . . was significantly destroyed in the center of the storm. He got it and so much worse—a stick so short its existence was inverted.

While they did get reach the new universe, they had to reconstruct their linchpin/Archive that they're still connected to so that his total destruction doesn't tear them apart as well (being an Extinction avatar that's now deeply connected with them, he's capable of "taking them down with him").

When Jon was reborn, he was literally thrown into the world like a meteorite, landing with an explosive blast that rendered the surrounding area a lifeless wasteland in moments. High radioactivity and a deathly curse left few flora or fauna returning before wasting away soon after. Those that 'survived' did so by being infected by the Extinction or Corruption.

It would permanently remain uninhabitable, and it would take months before the withered stillborn spawn of the sapient eldritch Dread Entities would crawl out of the jagged crater on its own, none the wiser to its tragedies.

TL;DR

The Web manipulated Jon's attempt to put a stop to the Entities' reign, utilizing the Eye's easy influence to help the Dreads escape the world and into a fresh new one before they were also destroyed in the Extinction's "Raze the Earth" ritual (set up by using Jon to weave toxic-filled veins throughout the world he was traversing that'll explode at once 'grand finale' style).

Jon, now deeply binded to the Entities' purest forms and still an Extinction time-bomb, was mostly destroyed during the trip to Somewhere Else and the Entities had to reconstruct him so his death wouldn't destroy them too. This led to Jon being reborn a near completely different being (with some of him preserved) as functionally the direct spawn of the Dread Powers, replacing his parallel counterpart from the new world.

[anotherwvba]

Punchline pt. 3

The backstage corridor at the Laughing Skull Lounge was narrow and dimly lit, but Jazzy Jamboree led Gabby Jay through like a seasoned veteran.

“Mon ami, you come through here often?” Gabby asked as Jazzy guided him around an equipment chest.

Jazzy chuckled, “You know I dig the spotlight, Gabs. I might have been on that stage a time or two.”

Gabby laughed back, “That explains how you were able to talk the manager into letting this slide with a plug to the live crowd on the next few fight cards.”

“All about who you know, my brother.” Jazzy came to a halt in front of the dressing room door. An assortment of shouts and crashes came from behind the closed door. “Man, sounds like they on round two in there.”

Gabby took position by the door, “Mon Dieu, may this not be a complete disaster.”

“Amen to that. Open her up, Gabs.” Jazzy stepped aside to let Gabby lead the way.

As Gabby opened the door, a hamburger slider came whizzing at his face. The old fighter’s instincts were still there as he narrowly dodged the edible projectile, but it found a home squarely in the middle of Jazzy’s face. From inside, curses and threats filled the air.

“What in the world…” Gabby stared blankly into the utter mayhem that was the dressing room as Jazzy cleaned his face off with a handkerchief.

“Pozwól mi odejść!” Jon Adamski, the comedian that had been pummeling a heckler earlier, now had Disco Kid on top of him trying to hold him down on a couch. “Fight like a man, coward!” Jon screamed as he was furiously reaching for food from the catering table behind the couch.

Disco, struggling with a man half his size, pinned Jon’s wrists to the back of the couch. “Settle down, man! You wanna fight, we’ll do it in the ring. But we here to talk, so just chill.”

Bald Bull was standing by the door with his arms stoically crossed. Behind him on the wall was an assortment of splattered foodstuffs, but Bull was untouched. Clearly, his bobbing and weaving skills were not to be underestimated. He glanced at Gabby with an air of slight annoyance, “Found him. He’s little upset.”

Jazzy, wiping what was left of the ketchup from the slider off his face, “Boy, you lucky that didn’t hit my suit.”

Jon surged forward in a fury, trying to break away from Disco, “Przynieś to, ty skurwielu!”

“Oh, hell no!” Jazzy lunged forward only to be intercepted by both Bull and Gabby. “You gonna talk that good shit? We can go! I wasn’t always an announcer, punk!”

In the midst of the scuffle, Jon got a hand free and hurled a piece of cake toward Jazzy… only for it to splatter against the back of Bald Bull’s head.

Bull straightened and the room went silent and still, all but Jon’s yelling that is. Never turning to face the projectile’s place of origin, Bull looked sideways at Gabby and held his gaze for a tense moment. “I get this one’s first match.”

As Disco continued his efforts to restrain the volatile comedian, Jon yelled, “You want me, starzec? You can’t sneak up on me now! You. Me. Parking lot! Now!”

Gabby, seeing the Turkish man’s expression, “Oui, that can be arranged. For now, please see that we aren’t interrupted.”

Bull moved to leave and Jazzy patted him on the back, “I’ll join you, Champ. The vibe’s getting too serious in here for my taste.”

Once Bull and Jazzy had left and the door closed, Gabby turned his attention to Jon. "Do you know who I am?" he asked in a firm tone.

Jon, still struggling under Disco, nodded. "Tak, you're Gabby Jay. That old loser that retired and started scouting talent."

“Close enough.” Gabby’s gaze was as sharp and intense as Disco had ever seen. “Let him go.”

Disco started to ask if Gabby was sure, but the Frenchman’s look shut him down. Disco got up and Jon bolted toward the door. Then, suddenly, Jon was on the floor holding his cheek. That cheek had the broad and quickly reddening handprint of an old loser on it.

“Jak śmiesz?!” Jon muttered as he rubbed his stinging cheek, now seated on the floor.

“Now, jeune homme,” Gabby straightened his sports coat and took a seat on the floor across from Jon, “may we converse like civilized men?”

Jazzy Jamboree is an OC belonging to @sukipershipper and is used with permission.

Jon Adamski is an OC belonging to @punchout-ispunched and is used with permission.

[stoptellinglieslois]

Principal of pleasure part 31

As Clark and Lois go out on Lois's birthday for dinner and he feels compelled to break it off their marriage.

Superman and Nightwing pairing

Clark

I quickly packed my suitcase between lunch breaks at work and flew to the cabin and made my way back to work, In a of span of two days since I spoke to my little bird I made more action to make my an exit.

It's Wednesday now and it's Lois's birthday and she made plans for us to go out for her birthday, I wanted her to cancel and I wanted to be at home and I didn't want to be out it was maybe something about today if it was to soon or not but now I'm sitting here and it's at the tip of my tongue now from telling her.

She is sitting there talking on the phone and talking to me at the same time and it was all too much it was getting to me.

"Lois Lois Lois please stop I need to talk to you about something." She put her hand up at me making a gesture to wait. "Lois put it down." She looked at me closely.

"Can I call you back." She says to whomever she was on the phone. "Clark I needed to speak to that person it was important for me to take that call I mea..." I cut her off because I didn't want too much of her rambling off.

"Lois I want a divorce this is not working out.." The room went silent and it felt like the lights went even darker she looked at me with a complete stern expression. "What the fuck are you talking about Clark are you smoking crack no fucken way are coming here to tell me on my birthday that you want a divorce." Lois was talking low but she slammed her hand on the table once as she spoke a few people glanced over at our table.

"I'm not smoking crack Lois I'm dead serious I want out." I looked at my glass of water and looked at her who is very livid with the news I delivered to her on her birthday.

"Is it no it can't be I know Clark." I stayed in place on my seat I know I wasn't a saint when I was with her but what did she found out about me. I would never expose anything about me and Dick.

"What Lois ?"

"Is it Queen are you leaving me for him." I had know idea how she found out about him I never entertain anything to her but she knows about my past with Ollie.

"No and how did... well it does not matter because you know about that. I can't stay with you and make you feel second to me that is not fair to you." I told her dinner is finished and we are waiting for dessert I knew coming here was a disaster.

"I don't feel second to you because I'm better than you Clark I'm better than you I had a choice of many many many many choices before you came into my life. But I chose you as a husband when I could have been married to someone else who knows how to deal with me and my life because I would never do that to you." She spoke with passion and anger and I knew this evening no matter how I saw it in my head how it would play out the evening is still sinking like a ship at sea.

"I loved you but Lois Lane you know you don't love me, You love the idea of me but you don't love me the way I thought I love you." Lois cake came candles lit up and people were clapping and then went back to their dinner.

The restaurant was a very popular mom and pop in metropolis and we frequent here all the time birthdays dates or just having family dinner. "I don't know if you know this Clark but you're not a good liar or a good actor I saw you and Ollie kissing and I started to investigate you and Ollie for awhile and when I got all my information that I needed." I sat there frozen in time as she told me the truth.

The candles on her cake burned and melted down like mush Lois never blew them out. "So why keep me why stay with me or why not confront me." I replied I couldn't believe she knew and still stayed with me knowing I was this deviant well not really a deviant but the things I did with Ollie I could never do with Lois.

"Because I thought about Jon I know you love Jon and if I left you I didn't want to break this up for him." Lois said exhaling deeply angry her emotions are many and they are all strong and directed towards me.

"But we can't continue like this Lois being not connected and not involved in each other's life not being motivated to know what the other is doing or even saying." I knew this was hanging over our heads since even before we tied the knot.

She rubbed her face running a hand over her cooper wavy shoulder length hair. "We could make this work Clark but I have a feeling it will just make it worse for us if we try." I'm wondering if she wants an exit as well or she knows more about me or she found out about Dick.

"I moved all of my clothes and belongings at the cabin."

"Is that where you take him."

"Who."

"Ollie of course." I didn't say anything to her I could put all the blame on Ollie giving smokes and mirrors away from me and Dick I truly didn't want anyone knowing about us.

"Me and Ollie ended long ago I just think Lois we need to part." I told here she shook her cooper head. "I don't care what you tell me Clark I know you have something behind this break up sooner or later it will come out Clark just tell me." She whispers closing her eyes.

"It's no one."

"I don't believe you Smallville."

"I'm telling you the truth."

"It does not matter Kent do you get me it does not matter what you say to me." She slammed the table again for the second time this evening.

"I get you very clearly I chose to sleep elsewhere from now on please don't blame Ollie don't be bitter we were just not meant to be." I didn't want to string her along so I got up and paid for the meal I knew this was far from over but it was over for now.

"If you leave me here I swear I'll make your life a living hell."

"Don't worry it already is."

End of part 31 next is part 32

Thank you for reading

[monstersqueen]

re: Lost in the Crowd, ep48:

Well thanks a lot, a crowd without people. great. like crowds in themselves weren’t nightmarish enough.

This said, that’s twice love saved someone. From the lonely, both times (i think it’s safe to assume this was the Lonely, right?), but when probably!Gerard advised this statement giver to think of her mother, he didn’t know by what she was marked, so it’s probably effective against other Powers;

Poor Gerard. Finally free from his mother (or so he can still hope, which she hasn’t already started manifestating), deciding to take a vacation away from his problems after being acquitted, and what does he find? a potential victim.

And, because it’s the kind of person he is he does try to help. even if he’d prefer to ignore and forget the whole thingg. awww.

Re: supplemental: ....i wonder if elias has any qualms lying to jon? I mean ‘I don’t enjoy having to have these meetings, Jon. You know I don’t.‘ Really. Really elias. the meetings about how your Archivist has taken to spyuing on his assistants don’t make you happy at all. really.

Meanwhile, Jon explaining why Sasha seems the least suspicious of them: ‘but she hasn’t changed wince the attack! no reaction!’ Yeah Jon. That’s actually suspicious as fuck you know.

(also, about elias: ‘i wonder what he’s hiding’. a lot of things but jon you really need to leave that’ everyone is hiding something’ mindset behind. and also accept that maybe what they’re hiding is none of your business and you’re not owned their secrets.

....obviously how easy it is for jon to get there is part of what makes him a good Archivst, but seriously. Hearing the change in tone between the post-statements notes and the supplemental is painful. Get yourself together jon)

[peachyninjago]

anyways. here's a Dreamweaver Spotify playlist for if you're bored (and want to judge my music tastes <3) updating it as i find more songs that i think fit. also little explanation for which songs belong to who/what under the cut <3<3

(An italicized song means that the song Really Represents the character/theme bc some of the songs vibes aren't 100% correct <3<3<3. ALSO some songs might apply to multiple characters ueueueue >;])

Dreamweaver (Overall Season):

Dream Your Dream - Tryhardninja, Lunity

The Sky Is Falling - Jeff Williams, Casey Lee Williams

Vantage - Halfy & Winks

The Wolf - SIAMES

Cotard's Solution - Will Wood and the Tapeworms

Dreamweaver (Character):

The Distortionist - Ghost and Pals

Amygdala's Rag Doll - Ghost and Pals

Marionettes - Kanaya

Lloyd:

Lost One's Weeping (Both original and piano versions) - JubyPhonic

Poison (Thanks For Nothing) - Jayn

Awake - Ok Goodnight

Running Up That Hill (A Deal With God) - Loveless

Morro:

The Good In Me - Jon Bellion

Would You Rather - Crusher P

Think Again - Ok Goodnight

Harumi:

Free Fall - Ok Goodnight

Would You Rather - Crusher P

Parasite - NightCove_thefox

Bonus Catalogue For The Disaster Cousins' Relationship <3:

Blink of an Eye - Halfy & Winks

Mr. Fear - SIAMES

Day & Night - Ok Goodnight

Ussewaa - Ado

OKAY THATS ALL OF EM!!! if you have song recommendations please. begging on knees. please hand em over :,D

[ricochetoconnell]

A platonic 74 (huddling for warmth) for the disaster sibs, please? 💜

So I know I'm only supposed to do like... a summary, but apparently I'm very inspired by Jonathan lately. Thank you for these prompts! They're getting me out of my comfort zone in a really fun way. 💜

"It might not do much to keep you warm, but it should protect what's left of your modesty," Jonathan offered as he draped the weight of his water-logged jacket over his sister's shoulders.

Evy looked up at him with wide, surprised eyes from where she had settled herself in the sand, not far from where they had pulled themselves from the Nile. She managed a small, if somewhat morose smile, as she pulled the fabric closed around herself. "Yes well, my modesty might be as lost a cause as this expedition."

That was his baby sister, Jonathan reflected as he dropped himself into a seated position next to her. She might've been upset about having been attacked by some rather shady characters; or having swam for her life from a burning boat; or having washed up on shore with nothing to her name but a soaked-through nightgown; but no, it was the idea that they might not make it to the City of the Dead that had her moping on a bank of the Nile in the middle of the night. She really did have her heart set on this.

"Chin up, old mum." Jon nudged his shoulder against hers, his tone considerably more jovial than he felt. “O’Connell says it’s only a hiccup. He’s even been quite the gentleman about your modesty.”

Jonathan had been a bit worried on that front, to be honest, but once they had all collected themselves the man had made an obvious effort to look anywhere but at Evy. Which was a relief, since Jon had already been on the receiving end of an O’Connell right-hook, and he hadn’t particularly been looking forward to defending his sister’s honor. Their warden friend had been a different story, until O’Connell had strong-armed him into helping find kindling for a fire. 

Jon's comment about her modesty earned him a sideways glance, but she was obviously still hung up on the whole adventure thing. “Some hiccup. We've lost everything, Jonathan. All of our supplies, all of our tools, even the map and the puzzle box.” 

“Well, not everything,” Jonathan said, brightening as he reached for the lapel of the jacket he had lent her. Before she could ask what he was doing he reached into the inside pocket and fished out the puzzle box, brandishing it with a flourish in front of her.

The way she lit up was worth the mild burn across his knuckles that lifting it from that hook-weilding bloke had earned him. She let out a squeak of delight and threw her arms around him. "You saved it!"

"Yes well, I was looking for you, but next best thing."

Evy laughed and shook her head, but didn't let him go. "You're freezing."

And he'd thought he had been doing a good job at hiding the chatter of his teeth. "I seem to have misplaced my jacket."

Evy did let him go then, but she scooted closer until they were hip-to-hip, and drew his arm over her shoulder, both of them grateful for the shared warmth on a cold, soggy desert night. She plucked the box from his hand and held it up so she could inspect it for at least the hundredth time. "Do you really think we'll find it, Jonathan?"

If he were any wiser, he might have said no—might have done something to try to dissuade her from this already disastrous trip—but the gleam in her eye every time she spoke of Hamunaptra was nearly as rewarding as the promise of Seti's fortune. He glanced back at where O'Connell was stoking a fire to life, looking every bit like this was just an average day for him, and then nodded. "You'll show those stuffed shirts at Bembridge, Evy."

The delight in her resulting smile warmed him more than any wet jacket ever could.

[khneltea]

Day 5 - Bake/Power

Saturday is Apple Pie Day

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This was a bad idea. This was such a bad idea. Why did Tikki let her do this? In fact, why did she let Tikki encourage her to do this? This was going to be a disaster. A total catastrophe. A glorified mess. She should have never even thought about doing it.

So, why on earth was she standing in the middle of the Kents' kitchen in Smallville, Kansas, rolling out pastry dough on the tiled countertop?

"If I knew this is what you looked like, I would have insisted that Jon bring you over sooner." Martha Kent gave her a beaming smile, mixing the cut up apples in a well-loved ceramic bowl. "It's not everyday my grandson makes such kind and pretty friends."

Marinette blushed, focusing her eyes on the sweet shortcut pastry in front of her. "You're too kind, madame."

"Psh, I tell it how I see it. And please, call me Martha." She paused to pat Marinette's head. Marinette's chest felt warm, and she grinned. Her Papa used to always pat her head in the kitchen when they baked together. As she got older, she was in the kitchen less and less, but he never stopped crushing her in his bear hugs.

"Then, thank you, Miss Martha." It felt wrong calling the woman by her first name alone. Her Maman and Papa brought her up with manners, and it was unfathomable to abandon them, especially with Jon's grandmother.

Martha nodded her and gave her a knowing smile, which she returned with a sheepish grin.

"Well, Marinette," The elder woman rolled up her sleeves. "These pies aren't going to bake themselves. I still need to give you a taste of my world-famous apple pies!"

Marinette almost laughed out loud. Jon had promised his grandmother that he would help her make some of her mouth-watering apple pies for the local county fair over the weekend, but his dad had an emergency at work, so the whole Kent family were staying back in Metropolis. There wasn't anytime to find another person to help Ma Kent, and the job called for at least two or three people. He didn't know what to do, and he never wanted to disappoint his grandmother, even if she said it was fine.

In the middle of the night, either early Saturday morning or late Friday evening, he called Marinette. She was the only friend he knew that was available and wouldn't blow up the kitchen five seconds into picking up a bowl. A bowl.

A roaring siren blast into her ears, and she cracked open her bleary eyes. That wasn't her alarm clock. This was her ringer for calls in the middle of the night. It was the only thing that could wake her up. It also was the same alarm they used in Paris when there was a Code Black akuma. Without looking at the caller, she swiped at the screen.

"Whoever you are, you better be either calling me to inform me of someone's death, or you are calling to call yours in at an earlier, more convenient time."

"Hey Mari," Oh Kwami. What the hell was Jon doing calling her at...

She glanced at her digital alarm clock beside her. "Jon, what the hell are you doing calling me at four am in the morning?"

"Is that the time there? I'm so sorry for calling you so early in the morning."

If this was Adrien speaking, she would have already hung up, or at least threaten his demise. But since this was Jon, she was cool.

"What do you want?" She winced at her tone. Apparently, she should add blunt to the list.

Either Jon was a saint, oblivious, or he thought the matter was of utmost importance. "I need to call in a favour. It's really important to me."

Marinette wanted to stab herself, but she didn't hesitate with her next words.

"I'll do it."

Biting her lip, she slammed her fist into her thigh to prevent her from screaming at herself. Desperate, much? Yes, but she would rather be called pathetic, thank you very much.

She could feel Jon smiling through the phone. His voice said it all. "Really? Are you sure? I haven't even told you the favour yet!"

"Trust me, I can do it. It's a Saturday." She waved off, trying to play it cool. "It's not like you're asking me to steal someone's phone to delete an embarrassing video or text."

She paused, thinking about it. Then, she shrugged. "Even if you did ask me to do that, I've been there, done that. It would be a piece of cake."

"What?" She cringed. He was not supposed to know that.

"It doesn't matter. So, what was the favour again?"

"Mari," Her heart stuttered at his tone. It sounded like he was whispering directly into her ear, even if it was probably because he didn't want people around him knowing she had committed a felony in the past, and was willing to do it again. God, the power this boy held in his hands over her. "Did you just say you stole a phone—"

"—moving on—"

"—Mari—" "—nette? Marinette?" The bluebell-eyed girl snapped to attention, and Martha chuckled.

 "What's got you in a tizzy?" She nudged the younger girl with her hip. "Thinking about my grandson?"

Her cheeks warmed, but she shook her head, averting her eyes to the dough she was stretching over a pie dish. "It wasn't anything like what you're thinking, I promise!"

"A shame, then." Martha pinched her cheek with flour-dusted fingers, making her glance up. "You'd be perfect for him. He needs a woman with a level-head on her shoulders, much like his father."

Marinette lit up like a Christmas tree. It wasn't everyday you got compared to Lois Lane, one of the most successful working women in the world. Not only was she a Pulitzer Prize winner amongst her many awards, she was an independent figure who stood in the field of journalism and made a name for herself, unafraid to risk her life to get the truth and justice.

"Thank you, madame." Marinette stretched out the pie dish lined with dough.  The elder women waved her off, accepting the dish.

"No need for thanks. And, as I've said, call me Martha." Beaming at the blushing young lady, she started to scoop some pie filling into the dish.

Marinette started to roll the other dough out, being careful not to break the butter up too much. The heat in the kitchen caught up to her, but it was a heat whose familiarity grew with years of living with bakers for parents. She was in her element, and it made her calm. It was going good. As long as she kept her cool, she could potentially make it out of this without embarrassing

"Grandma!" A boy called out from outside the house. "Dad dropped me off, so I'm here to help!"

The back door burst open, and a beaming Jon Kent came ambling into the kitchen. He grinned, dipping his index finger into the bowl where they had mixed the apple mixture in and put it in his mouth. "Mhm, that's some good apple."

Marinette's did all she could to keep herself level. She needed to be calm, to be ice cold. No emotions at all. If she didn't, then Martha and Jon would both know. Her face would be too red. So, she took a deep breath, forcing her body to relax. It was like she placed a stopper on her emotions, just like in Paris. Shuddering, she shook all thoughts off of Paris. She came to Metropolis for a reason.

Martha let out a hearty laugh. "Too late for that offer, but thank you so much, sweetheart!"

"Always happy to help, Grandma." Jon grinned, and he turned to Marinette for the first time since he entered the room. "Thanks so much for doing this, Mars."

Shit. Emotions down, emotions down. Marinette smiled. What are you doing, idiot? Stop smiling! If she doesn't smile, it would be weirder. He just thanked her. What was she supposed to do, not smile and be a bitch? Point taken.

"Anytime, Jon." Martha glanced at the two of them and shook her head side to side, handing Marinette a bowl of cream and a whisk.

"Oh, youth. What a beautiful time for love." She winked at Marinette, and the young girl flushed, all control over her body gone as her face lit up redder than Rudolph's nose.

"GRANDMA!"

Marinette took pride in not being the only flushed teenager in the room. Maybe it wasn't as one-sided as she thought.

Nah, she thought, busying herself with the cream. Get your mind out of the gutter.

oh mari. oh poor poor mari. the power you hold over this boy... thank you so much again @maribat-calendar-events for the lovely prompts!

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[itsaryanrace]

Study Island

Summarize Literature

Jon to the Rescue

by Tirzah Tyler

Jon lived with his mother. She had a weekend job selling cosmetics at their house. She insisted that he stay at home during her makeover appointments.

"Mom, I love you, but this is kind of embarrassing," Jon told his mother one day as politely as he could.

"I'm sorry, sweetie," she replied while she sprayed perfume into the air. Walking into the perfume cloud, she added, "Don't worry. I won't require you to wear any makeup."

With a chuckle, Jon said, "I know, Mom, and I appreciate that. I just don't want the guys at school to find out I help my mom at her beauty job."

"You're my security guard," Jon's mother said cheerfully. "I pay you in cookies."

Her first appointment on Saturday was at noon. At 11:45 a.m., Jon was eating chocolate chip cookies and surfing the Internet.

Suddenly, his mother ran into the living room. "This is a disaster," she said. "My supervisor shipped me the wrong box yesterday. She was supposed to have sent me 40 new powder brushes. Instead, she sent me 40 new compacts." She quickly handed Jon a piece of paper that had her scribbles on it. "Can you please go to the beauty supply store and get me 40 new powder brushes? I wrote down the name of the brand I need." Then she gave him cash to make the purchase.

Jon laughed and felt his face flush. He thought about how embarrassing it would be for him to buy anything at a beauty supply store. Then he thought about how important his mom's cosmetics job was to her, and he thought about how careful she was with money. He realized that the 40 new powder brushes were important to her. "OK, Mom, I'll get the brushes for you," Jon said.

He hopped on his bike and pedaled as quickly as he could to the beauty supply store, which was five blocks away. He felt very out of place at the store, just like he always did anytime he would accompany his mother there. He bought the brushes, climbed back onto his bike, and pedaled home as fast as he could.

Jon ran into his mother's perfume-scented home office, where she sold her cosmetics, and gave her the brushes and her change.

She wiped sweat off Jon's cheek and kissed it.

"Hey, Jon," said a familiar voice.

"Mike?" Jon asked, shocked to see one of his friends from school sitting in a chair in a corner of his mother's office. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm just here with my mom. She's getting a makeover—"

"From my mom," Jon said with a laugh.

"Why don't you take your friend into the living room?" Jon's mother asked.

"Yes, ma'am, we can check out my computer," Jon replied. He motioned for Mike to follow him and asked, "Do you like chocolate chip cookies?"

"Sure," Mike replied. "Hey, I'm really glad you're here, man," Mike added. Then he whispered, "Coming here with my mom was embarrassing."

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What is the best way to summarize the passage?

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Jon's mother sells cosmetics at their house, and Jon is embarrassed when he helps her. One Saturday, he rides his bike to the beauty supply store because his mother needs powder brushes. After Jon returns, he discovers his friend Mike at his house. Mike, embarrassed, is with his mom, who is getting a makeover.