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too-much-tma-stuff · 2 days

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Finally Getting Help (prt 16)

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Sorry for the delay on this part! And there might be more to come, I thought of a new AU that's devouring my brain XD I'll still be working on this it's just going to be slightly slower.

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Jason sat next to Danny, holding his limp hand as Bruce flew them back to the cave and landed gently. “Do we have a way to contact Frostbite?” Jason asked as they wheeled Danny into the Cave’s med bay.

“Yes, as long as Constantine isn’t too drunk,” Batman said dryly.

“If he is, I'll sober him up real quick,” Jason responded just as dryly. Batman chuffed out a soft laugh before pulling out his Justice League communicator and called Constantine.

After hearing Constantine was on his way, and grabbing a domino mask, Jason tuned out the conversation, returning to Danny’s side, taking his hand again. Jason jolted slightly when Danny’s fingers twitched and curled slightly around his own.

“Danny?” He asked softly, leaning over his boyfriend.

Danny’s brow pinched just a little and then he opened his eye, squinting up at Jason. He held his breath as Danny blinked and looked around before letting out a soft groan and closed his eyes tightly for a moment.

“Hey, how do you feel,” Jason asked softly as Bruce finished the call and hustled over to check Danny’s vitals.

“Thirsty, like I was hit by a bus,” Danny croaked but there was a flicker of a smile around his mouth. “Where are we?”

“I’ll get you some water,” Jason said, squeezing Danny’s hand before hurrying to grab a water bottle.

“You’re in the bat-cave, you passed out after the fight. We’ve gotten in contact with Frostbite, he should be here soon.” Batman told Danny, as soft as he ever was behind the mask.

“I passed out huh?” Danny sighed, pushing himself up with a soft groan and accepted the bottle of water from Jason once he’d opened it for Danny. He drank deeply and sighed with relief. “Frostbite doesn’t need to come though, I almost always pass out after using my wail, and twice in one night? I must have conked out for a bit longer than usual, nothing to worry about really.”

“We’d still feel better having you looked over,” Bruce said just as gently

“Yep, and hey, while he’s here maybe he can look me over too. We talked about me having an appointment with him,” Jason pointed out. He knew that Danny would feel better if it wasn’t just for him.

As Jason sort of suspected he would, Danny paused, then sighed and nodded, laying back down on the gurney with a little groan. Fine,” He sighed softly, handing the bottle back to Jason who set it aside for Danny. “What happened to Vlad?”

“He got away,” Bruce said with a sigh. “Spoiler, Blackbat, and Red Robin are still looking for him but so far without success.” Bruce said with a frustrated set to his jaw.

“I hope they’re being careful. I’m sorry, I should have guessed he would be tracking me. You’re not hurt, are you?” He asked, looking at Jason worriedly.

“I’m completely fine. And they will be too, they’re tough and they have the tech you build for them,” Jason promised Danny with a reassuring little smile.

“I hope so,” Danny groaned. “God Vlad is such a bastard.”

A green portal opened in the middle of the Bat-cave and a giant yeti like ghost came charging out with a very frazzled looking John Constantine on his heels. “Is the Great One alright?!” The yeti asked worriedly.

“Ya Frostbite I’m fine,” Danny promised, sitting up again and giving him a little smile. “I just overused my powers again.” Danny didn’t seem surprised when Frostbite came charging over and scooped him up in a tight enough hug that it made Danny wheeze. Jason and Bruce got out of the way and gave Constantine a curious look, he gave them a helpless shrug. “But I still need to breathe,” He gasped and Frostbite quickly put him down again, apologizing all the while.

“I’m glad you are alright! But it’s about time for a check up for you and the little ones anyway,” Frostbite said warmly before suddenly noticing Batman and Jason, he had been too sign mindedly focused on Danny previously. “Oh! Hello,” He greeted brightly.

“Frostbite, this is my new guardian Batman, and my boyfriend Jason,” Danny said, using his civilian name since Jason wasn’t in costume.

“Ah! Wonderful to meet you!” Frostbite said, offering his big hand for Bruce to shake, who accepted, and tried not to seem taken aback by just how enthusiastically Frostbite shook it. He nearly lifted Bruce off the ground! At least when Jason’s turn came he was prepared. “It’s good to know he’s finally away from the Fenton’s, they were terrible guardians. He and the little ones will be safe with you, yes?” There was a hint of a warning in his voice and the temperature dropped a few degrees.

“Yes, of course,” Batman said firmly. “I will do my best to protect them and provide a safe environment.”

Frostbite nodded and looked at Jason.

“I’ll do my best to make him happy,” Jason said a little lamely, but Frostbite seemed to accept it.

“Excellent!” Frostbite said brightly again and turned back to Danny.

“Once we’re done can you have a look at Jason?” Danny asked Frostbite. “He died too, and has had some trouble since coming back.”

“Of course, Great One. But we will be giving You a thorough check up first,” Frostbite insisted. Danny gave a resigned sigh and nodded.

Danny sat back down on the cot and let Frostbite examine him. Since neither objected to Bruce and Jason’s presence so they both stayed to watch, and support Danny if he needed it. Constantine wandered off, he wasn’t part of the family after all, this was none of his business.

The check-up was… odd, it mostly consisted of Frostbite waving his hands around Danny, occasionally touching very deliberate places, while asking him questions about how he was feeling, physically and emotionally, and what had happened. He touched the center of Danny’s forehead, his chest, every time he did little waves of blue light went through Danny. The one over Danny’s stomach made him gasp softly and Frostbite frowned at him, Danny smiled back sheepishly.

“Can you show me your core?” Frostbite asked, pulling back.

Danny nodded and reached into his own chest, something Jason would never get used to seeing, and drew out his core. Jason hadn’t seen it before, he thought it was absolutely beautiful, the most perfect sapphire he’d ever seen, glowing silver blue with an opalescent sheen, it looked like a miniature planet, like it might contain an entire world.

Batman had seen it before, and he knew that it looked significantly dimmer then it had been the first time Danny had showed it to him. That was… concerning. Frostbite seemed to think so too by the way he was frowning at Danny. He pulled out some sort of souped up magnifying glass from somewhere and started to examine Danny’s core, though he didn’t once touch it.

“There are no cracks or chips, you simply overused your powers,” Frostbite said, putting away the magnifying glass and gesturing for Danny to put away his core. “I’m surprised honestly, for most leaving your Fraid and your haunt like you did would have caused far more damage. It’s testament to how well your current caretakers are looking after you that you’ve weathered the transition so well.

“I wouldn’t try to use your powers for about a week to let your ectoplasm regenerate. There’s significantly less here then there was in Amity Park, there’s still plenty to sustain you but you’ll need to ration it’s use a little bit to have enough for you and the little ones to develop properly.” Frostbite said with a definitive nod.

“I will, if I can,” He promised, looking down. “I wasn’t exactly expecting to be attacked this time. What happens if I Do overuse my powers too much?” Danny asked, glancing up at his Doctor.

“Well-” Frostbite started and then stopped himself, looking down at Danny consideringly. “I’m not entirely sure. With a regular ghost the child would either take significantly longer to form properly, or the parent might even retreat into their own core and lose the baby. But you are still living, and the babies have flesh forms as well, yes?” Danny nodded and Frostbite tilted his head slightly. “It’s… possible that even if you deplete yourself you and the babies will be alright, your ghost form would retreat and you and the babies will be, for all intents and purposes, fully human for a time. But I would not test that! There are too many ways it could go wrong.”

“Oh I don’t want to test it,” Danny said with a wry smile and a shake of his head. “Like you said, it’s kind of amazing my core is in as good shape as it is with all the changes lately, and if it broke it would End me, wouldn’t it?”

“Yes,” Frostbite said ruefully, patting Danny’s shoulder sympathetically “But let's not focus on that! You and the babies are doing well! here , drink this,” He produced a little vile of a viscous glowing green liquid and patted Danny’s shoulder, which was apparently his queue to hop off the cot. He drank the liquid like a shot and handed the vile back to Frostbite who stowed it back in whatever liminal space he’d been pulling all of these things from.

“Are you ready?” Danny asked Jason. Resting a hand on his arm. Oh right, Jason had almost forgot he was going to be getting a check-up too.

“Ya, sure,” Jason agreed with a sharp nod. He was nervous, seeing Danny’s interactions with Frostbite had put some of it at ease but he was still a bit scared about what Frostbite would find.

“Can I hold your hand?” Danny asked, knowing Jason needed it, but wouldn’t ask. Jason nodded again and went to sit on the cot like Danny had. Danny stayed next to him and gave his hand a gentle squeeze.

“Alright! What seems to be the trouble?” Frostbite asked Jason, warm and sympathetic.

“Well, I died a while ago. I came back and we don’t totally know why, I went through some shit, got dunked in stuff we call Lazarus Water, which heals the sick and kills the healthy, and occasionally resurrects people. And I’ve been having issues ever since. I can’t control my emotions well, I have violent outbursts and dissociative episodes, I do things without knowing I am, or remembering it sometimes?” Jason said, glancing at Danny who gave him an encouraging smile. “None of this happened before I died and came back, I really don’t think it’s trauma either. Danny confirmed there was something wrong.”

Frostbite hummed and looked back at Danny, who nodded. “I did, I mean, I don’t really know what I was looking at but it did feel… off,” He said with a helpless little shrug.

“Alright, I’ll have a look,” Frostbite agreed and gently rested a clawed finger against Jason’s forehead. Cols rushed down over him, not refreshing cool water like it had been with Danny but freezing cold. It made Jason gasp and tense but he refused to pull away. Slowly a frown formed on the ghost doctor's face and he tutted. Well that was a bad sign.

“Frostbite,” Danny said, a warning tone in his voice.

“Ah! My apologies! It’s nothing as bad as what you might think! I haven’t seen something like this in a very long time. Granted I rarely have occasion to tend to mortals but…” He trailed off and pulled back, the feeling of ice against Jason’s skin vanished. “Your resurrection was botched. You are alive, but it’s not…” Frostbite seemed to think about the best way to explain this.

“Your soul was never given the chance to enter your body properly. I would guess when you ‘came back’ it was as an undead rather than a truly living person. Then the Lazarus Water resurrected your body and bound your soul back to your body, the way that it had previously been, which was not entirely… inside your body.

“You’re soul and your body are not quite one being. It’s like a bone that broke and was not set before healing properly, it created some… spiritual nerve damage.” He saw Jason’s look of confusion and sighed. “I’m sorry, this is hard to explain to the living.”

“So, that’s causing all my issues?” Jason asked hesitantly.

“Yes and no, it also seems to have damaged your ability to process the lingering ectoplasm from your ghost, and the Lazarus Water, which seems to be a corrupted ectoplasm. I suspect those are causing the emotional outbursts,” He said. “I’d need a sample of Lazarus Water to confirm that.”

“I can get you that,” Bruce rumbled. “So, how can we fix this?” He asked, always blunt and to the point.

“It’s not that simple. How would you fix a bone that healed wrong?” Frostbite asked.

“In a lot of cases… you have to break it again,” Jason said with a wince.

“Yes, now we will Not do that, killing and resurrecting you again with the hopes it would be correct this time is far too risky. I mean to say with how set your soul is in its current position this is going to be a very long process with an unclear prognosis. I suspect just spending time around the Great One will help,” Frostbite said, gesturing at Danny. “Infusions of uncorrupted ectoplasm will hopefully clear out the corrupted stuff and ease the emotional issues. It may also strengthen your soul which, as long as you are at peace inside yourself, will help it settle back into its proper place.

“You should know that it is possible that if you are entirely at odds with yourself, strengthening your soul might have the opposite effect of allowing it to pull even further away from your body. Managing your support system and obsessions will be crucial to recovery. Phantom can help you with that as well, he has more experience,” Frostbite said gently. “It’s important to remember that most ailments of the soul have an emotional element to them, and not try to find fast and easy fixes that will make things worse in the long run.”

“I understand,” Jason said numbly. He really had been hoping there would be some clear easy fix.

Danny squeezed Jason’s hand and Jason looked at him and was greeted by a warm smile. “The important thing to remember is we know what’s wrong now, and that things can get better. You’re already on the right track reconnecting with family and being with me.”

Jason took a deep breath and nodded, Danny was right. This had been going on for years now, nothing had really changed just because he knew. It wasn’t like he was getting diagnosed with something terminal. “Right,” Jason agreed with a nod and took a deep breath, shaking his head and rolling his shoulders. “Right, thanks Frostbite.”

“It’s my pleasure! I’ll supply Phantom with the pure ectoplasm, he knows how to administer it well enough. I shall come check up on both of you again in a month’s time, but I should be going now!” Frostbite said, hugging Danny again tightly before wandering off, muttering about wondering where that magician got off to.

#danny phantom #dc x dp #danny fenton #dead on main #jason todd #fanfiction #batman #john constantine #frostbite #finally getting help AU #Trans!danny #pregnant!danny #bruce wayne

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sweetimpurity · 2 days

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I Think I'll Keep You 3

Notes: Thank you for your patience and your kindness! I've been finishing school and I'm graduating next week so I'm BUSY! But I love you guys and I hope you enjoy! I recommend rereading the last section of Chapter 2

Part `1 Part 2

w.c. 8k. rated p for plot

Miguel storms back to his dorm, across campus, clutching his jacket around his bare torso. Feeling like an absolute idiot for losing his cool. Losing control. What is it about you that makes him act this way?

It’s like you’re trying to knock down the walls he’s built around himself all his life. Running to his building as rain starts to sprinkle, he makes it to the lobby, rushing around, pacing in the elevator getting up to his floor, his mind on total lockdown. As the doors open, he steps out, eyes widening, heart thumping, instantly seeing Peter and a few other teammates down the hall walking his way. Before another thought crosses his mind and before they can spot him, he steps back into the elevator as the doors are closing, slamming on the buttons for the lobby. His heart beating out of his chest.

It’s starting to pour by the time he gets back downstairs, racing out before anyone he knows will see him. He’s sure they’ll get a bloody nose if anyone tries talking to him now. He keeps his head down, pushing through the doors outside and walking in the freezing rain, running at a certain point, crossing the courtyard and running to the other side of campus towards the athletic building. His Nikes splash in shallow puddles along the uneven parking lot, his dark eyes squinting as rain pelts down from above. His long legs bring him closer to the doors, closer to sanctuary, out of the freezing rain. Soaking his jacket, his hair, dripping down the bridge of his nose, fluttering in his eyelashes.

He pushes through the doors, sighing audibly in a mixture of relief and annoyance and realizing how fast he was running. He pushes through the next set of doors, walking down the dark hallways of the building. Sneakers squeaking softly on the linoleum as he reaches the team's locker room door. Rain drips down from the curls that flopped onto his forehead and down the nape of his neck. Droplets glistening off his cheeks and his nose as he flicks on one of the locker room lights. He has no idea why he came here. Maybe it’s just the only place no one else is.

He runs a hand through his hair, slicking it back from the cold rain, a few stray hairs springing out around his face. His mind flashes with images of you. Your smile, the pink tint of your lips, the peachy soft roundness of your cheek. His breath is heavy and his cheeks flushed from the cold. He gets to his locker, figuring maybe he should just… just do anything… 27… his fingers slip over the lock as rain drips from his curls… he could run around the field until he passes out…15… the color of your eyes… he could work on those drills he just gave the team the other day…10… the joint of your hip… the team does have a big game coming up this weekend… the lock won’t unlock… 27… the crook of your neck… he could go back to his dorm and work on that grant proposal he’s been needing to start…15…he could go to the lab and keep working on his thesis project… your gasping whispers of his name… 10… he could go to you right this second and tell you he’s sorry… 27… maybe that would make things better…15… the sound of your whimpers… the pitch of your moans… he could kick a ball around until it fucking pops… holding you close as you come down… 10!!... kissing you as you’re trembling… Why won’t the lock unlock? “Fucking unlock!!” He bellows and tugs on the lock in anger. His anger is blinding, numbing, controlling… his fist slams into the front of his locker. The bang of impact ringing throughout the empty locker room.

Instant pain shoots up his arm but he doesn’t care. He hits the locker again… and then again… and a few more times until the pain is too much to bear. Bang. Bang. BANG! Until his knuckles are worn raw. Punching, beating, denting the big “C” painted on the front of his locker. Captain. Leader. But he feels like a fucking loser. Punch, punch, PUNCH! Until he can’t anymore. “Ah… fuck!” He grunts and clutches his hand. Knuckles busted and fingers tingling hot and numb. “Fuck fuck ah… ngh…” He winces and groans in pain. “Shit…” He sighs and slumps his shoulder against the lockers. His hand throbbing and searing, clutching his hand to his chest in pain. His head rests against his locker, and he can feel the dents from the punches against his arm. Squeezing his eyes shut in pain and trying to stop the tears. Clutching his right hand and beating himself up in his head for being such a baby… for freaking out… for having feelings like this. Even when he’s alone, he won’t let himself cry over this.

“Ah…” He winces, looking down at his hand, trying to move his fingers but the instant swelling makes it practically impossible. Hissing softly at the pressure and pain between his knuckles.

Maybe this was necessary. Maybe this was the only way he’d slow the fuck down for one second to get his head on straight. He’s standing there and going over the events of tonight in his head. All that shit with Dana… then seeing you, kissing you, touching you… leaving because he couldn’t bear to listen to what you were saying. It was too much. It was too real. And the kind of conversation he actively tries to avoid. He can hardly remember what you said, it all feels like a blur right now. He can’t even remember what he said right now either. Probably some douchey stuff. “Ow, fuck…” He sighs and winces, holding his hand close to his chest.

He sits in silence only when he catches his breath enough to suppress the sounds of pure agonizing pain. He feels embarrassed. He thinks you probably hate him now too. You must. How could you not after the shitty things he said. Sighing, he sits down on the bench in the middle of the locker room. His hair still dripping down the back of his neck uncomfortably.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

He thinks to himself. Watching the purple bloom over his fingers and feeling the searing hot pain.

Why did I just do that? Freak out. Is it because he knew what you were about to say? That you… you might be in love with him? After all the needy nights, the sneaky meetups and the lazy mornings, why is he so afraid? He can’t help but think of one specific morning... a week before you'd left… after a long night entangled in the sheets.

“You’re so warm…” You had said. Wrapped in his arms after sleeping beside him all night long. Naked and soft in his thick arms. His chest pressed against your back, his head resting in the crook of your neck. He smiled softly to himself, wrapping his arms a little tighter around you. He wanted you to feel warm. He wanted to be the one to warm you.

“You’re so soft…” He hummed into your neck. Nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. You smiled, feeling so wanted, so safe and secure. No one had ever made you feel this way. And Miguel just kept doing it. When you were in his bed, he was always holding you. Always touching you. The sex was usually rough and desperate, and that was good… that was… incredible. But there was something about seeing him like this. Soft and quiet with all his attention on you. You were just dreaming of the day that these hookups would turn into something more. Trying to be patient but feeling like it would happen very soon.

“That tickles…” You whispered, squirming in his grasp as his breath and his lips tickled your neck. “Shhh…” He shushed you ever so softly, encasing you tighter in his arms and grazing his lips all around your neck and your shoulder. Knowing it’s tickling you, that it’s making you squirm. “Hah…” A soft puff of tense air left your lips at the feeling, unable to resist the urge to squirm and escape his tantilizing torture. “So sensitive…” He whispered, his hand coming up to softly grasp your throat, his lips moving up the side of your cheek before going back into the dip of your neck, biting down softly. You’d never experienced something so intimate, so romantic. You just closed your eyes, accepting everything he’s giving as you usually do. Except right now it feels like he’s giving it just to you. It’s for only you to have. His arm that’s under you wrapped around, his fingers teasingly tracing down your hip.

“Hey, don’t start anything. We both have class soon…” You said with a smile and he nipped at your shoulder. “Mm.” He grumbled defiantly into your neck, breathing in your scent, your shampoo mixed with the sweet smell of your skin. When was he not trying to start something? To fill you up and keep you in his bed all day after having you all night. “You’re not making me late to class again…” You said softly, still smiling as warmth spread over your cheeks. He smiled as you brought that up again. You just couldn’t seem to let that go. “It was one time…” He hummed playfully. “One too many…” You said with a sort of mischievous smile. “One too many…” He echoed your words in a breathy laugh, scoffing at your teasing. His voice is deep with sleep, fingers brushing down your chest, against your soft plush tummy and to your side, his fingertips pressing pleasantly to the little love-handles at your back, up to your shoulder blades and down your arm, his fingers encasing the back of your hand, so gentle, so soft. You’re still crushing on him hard except this time around he’s fucking you like he owns you and holding you like he made you. He sighed against your neck.

“You know what’s better than being late?... Staying in bed…” He said all smugly. “You know what’s actually better than being late?... Being on time…” You retorted back and he laughed softly. He can play this game. “You know what’s better than being on time?...... Staying in bed.” He repeated and it made you laugh. “You already said that one!” You pouted, feeling the vibrations of his laughter against your back. “You know what’s better than staying in bed?... Going to class…” You said quick and giggled. It didn’t really mean anything anymore but it was fun and you wanted to win this back and forth. “No way, that’s undeniably incorrect.” He smiled, leaning up on his elbow to look more at your face as you were laughing. You looked so cute. He just couldn’t resist. “You know what’s better than going to class?” He asked and you turned back a bit to look in his eyes. “What.” You brow raised knowing he was about to say something stupid. He really wanted you to stay in bed. He smirked. “Sex with me…” It made you roll your eyes when he said it. You should have known. He smiled and moved to climb more on top of you, looking down right into your eyes. The blush that washed over your cheeks and the way you tried to look so unimpressed. “You know what’s better than sex with me?” He whispered. Was there such a thing? “Sex with you.”

You looked up into his eyes. The tension got thicker the longer he just looked at you. Your eyes rolled again, trying not to break out into a big smile. He said it so easily. Before you could even form another thought his lips were on yours. His hand coming to your cheek, fingers soft upon your face. He kept it quick, knowing you actually didn’t want to be late for class. He was only teasing. But he kissed you again… and then again. Soft pecks. That kiss he kept doing. Like his lips couldn’t stop coming back for more. Your eyes fluttered open when you realized he’s not stopping. “Mm!” You hummed, pressing softly against his shoulder and he finally relented, pecking your cheek before getting off of you. Chuckling and laying beside you on his stomach, hooking his arm under the cold side of his pillow.

Your phone buzzed on his bedside table. Catching both of your attention. You picked it up, opening it for the first time this morning. He watched over your shoulder as you unlocked the phone and went to your messages. He tried not to look too much. He did glance at the screen a few times. A certain tension building inside him. Wondering who could be texting you. He wanted to ask, or just outright look at who was texting you but he didn’t want to seem like he cared. His dark eyes flicked to the side of your face, the wisps of hair around your ear and your hairline fanning to your cheek, the slight blush from sleep and his flustering touch. The thought of anyone else seeing you like this, being with you like this…. It made him want to kill any guy who so much as looked your way. Or texted you first thing in the morning…

“My mom is just… driving me crazy…” You sighed and he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “Your mom?” He managed to say, physically feeling himself relax finding it was just your mother texting you. The knot in his chest unraveling. He remembered you talking about some plans to go home for the weekend. A family reunion type of thing.

“Yeah she’s… I love her but she gets sort of… crazy when it comes to plans…” You said and sent one last text before setting your phone back on the bedside table. “Well she just probably wants to see you…” He said and it brought a smile to your face. “Yeah… I just feel bad when she tries to take care of everything...” You said softly. Thinking of your mom, the kind of brave and determined woman she’s always been. “I told her, I don’t need anything fancy, I just need to see her and dad and my siblings and that’s it. And we have all the time in the world once I’m there. I mean… until it’s time to come back to school obviously…”

“Yeah…” He said softly, but it sounded like his mind was somewhere else.

You have a large family. Lots of siblings. And Miguel doesn’t have that. He has one brother of course but he doesn’t even speak to his parents unless he needs to. It was interesting for him to hear about the conversation with your mom and your relationship with her. How you always spoke of your family with such love and tenderness. He’s never experienced anything like that in his life.

“You have such a…big family.” He said softly. You couldn’t really tell with what tone he was saying it. Whether it was simply an observation, a judgment, or some sort of longing. “I do…” You sighed with a smile. You are the oldest of six which Miguel was flabbergasted to learn. “It’s not something I expected, but once you told me, it made sense.” He stated. And you couldn’t help but be curious as to why he thought that. You turned over on your side to face him more, his eyes meeting yours and the look on his face was a little surprised like you caught him off guard turning around like that. Making a direct connection with him. “Made sense, how?” You asked with a smile, curious about how he sees you. His face felt hot. The way it got hot a lot when you looked at him like that. Like his body knew something his brain didn’t. So he tried to explain while he feels like the wind is being knocked out of him. “Well… you… are very…” He starts and you’re expecting him to say what a lot of people say. That you’re dependable, you’re mature, you’re independent, helpful, capable. Because that’s how everybody has always seen you. Like anytime anyone looks at you, they’re trying to get you to help them in some way. “…patient.” He said. And you’ve never heard that one before. You smiled softly at him and he felt relieved. “Five siblings, I mean you’ve got to be patient, right?” He said and smiled, trying to make it all just a light joke, looking around a bit and away from the way you’re gazing in his eyes. But what he said was pretty profound. Tells you he’d thought about you and the kind of person you are. He’d thought about more than just sex with you. You looked in his eyes, a smile dancing on your lips. It distracted him a bit.

“How does that make you feel?” You suddenly asked him. “What.” He asked, not knowing really how to answer a question like that. “How does my patience make you feel?” You reiterated slowly, looking right in his eyes like you’re staring right into his mind. He thought, getting distracted by that look on your face. The look that for some reason let him know whatever answer he gave you would never be the wrong one.

“It…makes me…feel….”

“Fuck.” He sighs, the memory dissolving in his mind as he shoves it away. How could he be so stupid? Why did he say that kind of stuff to you? It’s like he doesn’t even remember that being him. Like he’s looking at someone else’s memory with you. He becomes someone else when he’s with you. But you looked so happy and he remembers how warm and soft you were. Holding his swollen, mangled hand, he winces at the pain still throbbing. It’s not getting any better, it’s only getting worse.

It’s radio silence for the next few days. Midterms come and over the week you’re finishing up exams and tutoring students to do well. More students than ever are taking advantage of the tutoring program that you basically resurrected from the dead. So that’s a good feeling at least. You’ve been spending basically all your time in the library, both doing your own work and meeting with any students that need help. And just hanging out with a few tutoring friends. There are some new tutors that just joined the club a few weeks ago and it’s made this whole thing much more fun, hanging out with people that are like minded in that way. Wanting to help other people.

You haven't heard from Miguel. You don’t know what became of him on Sunday night. And he didn’t reach out or anything on Monday to talk. Discuss what happened. Will you ever talk to him again? Or do you have to pretend none of this ever happened and he never existed in the first place. Your Sunday night heartbreak turns into Monday numb and Tuesday rage. Now it’s Thursday and you’ve thought of all the things you’d say to him if he showed his face again. But deep down you know it’s only the kind of thing you’d never be able to say. Like scripting the perfect comebacks in the shower and kicking yourself for not thinking to say it in the moment.

It’s hard not talking to him. Not seeing him basically everyday. Because before this past weekend you were seeing him every second you both had to spare. You’re mad at him but you miss waking up in his arms. You miss the late night texts, him wanting you, coming to you and making you feel things you’ve never felt before. Maybe you’re delusional. Was that all this was? Sex and pillowtalk? After what he said Sunday night it seems that way and he made you feel bad for ever thinking otherwise. You’re not stupid, you know that friends with benefits exist and fuckbuddies are such a common thing. And you didn’t even need to be his friend if he really didn’t want you to be! There was never even a need for some conversation about labels because to you it just seemed so obvious! No one could fake that desperation and need. That wanting passion you both shared. The things he said as you gave him everything. Your body, your thoughts, your heart. His whispers of wanting you and how good you make him feel.

Of course he felt good. He was fucking you raw almost every night and you let him because you’d fallen in love with him. But were you even friends to begin with? Did he see you as anything more than a body to do whatever he wanted with? You thought he wanted you. You were his. He told you that.

This week has been hell but you push forward. Trying not to isolate yourself and staying in touch with some tutoring friends. Unfortunately, Miguel is so popular that you always find yourself running into his friends too. But you’re realizing more and more that no one knows about you. It’s like Miguel didn’t want anyone to know he was with you. Not even his closest friends.

You’re sitting in the library for a tutoring session. Last minute cramming before the last exams later that day. Typing on your laptop, a student at your side and helping him on a calculus study guide. Elbow leaning on the table, watching him work, checking what he’s doing as he’s doing it. “Simplify it first, then use the formula…” You say softly and he does as you say, erasing some and correcting himself. “And then just the same on the next one?” He asks and you nod. Patient. That word is in your mind. Remembering when he said it. You were a little too patient with Miguel.

Miguel’s watching all of this happen. Standing behind the library door, hidden mostly and only peering in through the window in the door. He finally caught up to you after days of trying to get to you. He tried multiple times to catch you in the library this week but he always missed you. Every night he debated texting you but ultimately decided he wanted you to text him first. Mostly because he had no idea what to say. He just wanted you back. For things to go back to the way they were. He’s pissed himself off. In his mind it’s like he’s convinced himself you don’t want to talk to him.

The library is mostly empty except for you and your tutee. He wants to get you alone right now but doubts he can. Especially when you’re in the middle of doing something. But what you’re doing can’t be as important as what he needs to say to you. As important as him. His hand is aching badly as it has all week since Sunday night. Hidden in his pocket. He hasn’t done anything about it. He’s been taking ibuprofen but it’s not doing much.

If he has to wait hours to talk to you, then so be it. He won’t let this go on any longer. You’re going to talk to him whether you have anything to say or not. Somehow he’s managed to turn his desperation into anger. He leans against the wall outside the library door. Staring at the pattern on the floor. Fidgeting with the seam inside his jacket pocket. Sighing deeply, he feels uneasy thinking about what he’s going to say to you. What you might say to him. He’s got to act tough so he doesn’t lose control of the conversation. If he does he’s sure he’ll lose you. Because he knows deep down that he’s the asshole here. It’s his fault. And he’s scared to beg you for another chance.

These feelings are foreign to him. Never before has he acted this way over someone and he doesn’t know why. Is there something wrong with me? He thinks. That always seems to be his first thought. A while goes by and his mind swirls with thoughts of you.

He’s lost in thought and only glances up as he hears the doors at the end of the hall swinging closed. Someone must have walked by him. He pushes off the wall, instantly going to the window in the library door and seeing you’re finally alone. His heart thumps in his chest. Clenching his swollen bruised hand in his pocket. He sighs and forces himself to walk inside.

He gets halfway to you before you suddenly look up. Stopping him in his tracks. And it’s like he suddenly feels like he’s doing something wrong. Eyes locked and breath caught in both your chests.

It’s been four fucking days. Not a call, not a text. Nothing. And now he’s here. You look away first. Back down to your laptop to continue typing. And he continues walking, stopping at the edge of the table across from you.

It’s silent. Not a word dared spoken until…

“I need to talk to you.” The tall man finally speaks, towering over the table. Silence follows as you think about how to go about this. You thought about this moment all week. All the different scenarios and possibilities. You imagined melting into his arms as you’ve done a million times by now. But thinking back to all those moments it’s like none of that ever mattered because it didn’t matter to him. How can you trust him again when he treated you like he wanted you and then told you, you were never supposed to happen. After he finally spoke, it lit a fire inside you. “I’m busy right now.” You say softly, keeping your eyes locked on your laptop screen. While this time away from him has been hell and you’ve been heartbroken over this, he’s also been a total dick. You don’t want to let him get away with it. You don’t know how you’re going to do that but you try not to bend completely to his will. Your attention is directed back to your keyboard, typing away and ignoring him. All those comebacks are stuck in your throat. Miguel frowns, watching you.

He’s been trying all week to find you. To talk to you. Trying to find sneaky ways so that he doesn't have to beg for your attention. And now seeing you ignore him. He wants your attention and he’s gonna get it.

After a few beats of heavy silence, he walks around the table. You don’t look up, not even sparing him a glance. Glaring at your laptop screen and seeing his movement in your peripherals. He silently walks to the seat right next to you. Pulling it out and slipping down into it to sit beside you. His hands shoved back into his pockets as he sits like he intends to stay.

“Y/n… hey...” He says gently, trying to get your attention. Turning in his chair slightly to face you more, his knee pressing softly into the side of your thigh. He can see your anger, he can feel it too. “I’m not talking to you.” You say without looking at him. “Well I’m talking to you…” He says so softly, one could mistake the tone for sweet nothings. You sigh, closing your laptop with a click, you grab your bag. Ready to just leave and brush him off if he’s not going to take the hint to leave you alone. “No…no.” He says softly and reaches across you, taking your bag, lifting it over and onto his side. So you can’t get to it.

An annoyed huff escapes your lips, crossing your arms and staring straight ahead to avoid him. You’re not good at confrontation. Never had to do something like this before.

His hand comes up to brush your hair back behind your ear. The backs of his fingers brushed across your cheek. And you brush his hand away when he does it. Is he really trying that right now?

“Stop it.” You sigh, pushing his hand away absentmindedly so he opts for resting his arm on the back of your chair. “Come on… let’s talk about this.” He says and you’re starting to fume inside. Now he wants to talk? After you begged him not to leave, begged him to talk to you Sunday night? You look over at him angrily and he keeps his arm around the back of your chair. His broad shoulders give him an advantage. “What do you want?” You glare at him and he sighs. He knew you might be angry but he’s never seen you look at him that way. “Why did you even come here? Just to make things worse?” You frown and keep your arms crossed, closed off from him. “I came here to speak with you.” He says calmly, trying to maintain the control he’s been losing all week. “Well you’re not doing much speaking.” You sigh. A beat of silence follows.

“I want you to come over… tonight…” He says in that soft tone again. In his mind the both of you just need some time and things can go back to normal. “We can cool off and then you can come over and we can just move on from this.” He says and leans back a bit as if that’s that. Everything’s fixed?

“What are you talking about?” You look at him like he’s from another planet. “Can’t we just move on from this?” He asks, patience running even thinner. “This has gone on long enough… I’m tired of it… come over…” He says again and he doesn’t even realize how disappointing this all is to you.

You sigh softly. Feeling let down. He couldn’t even apologize. Couldn’t fix the problem he created. He didn’t come here to explain, or apologize, or to check up on you. The words just start to flow now.

“So you just came here to get your dick wet, is that it?” You say and stare him dead in the eyes. But his expression changes, brow raises in a certain surprise. He wasn't expecting you to say something like that.

“No… I… I wanted to…” He starts but it’s like he can’t find the words. “I just wanted to see you.” He says feeling like he’s teetering on a very dangerous line right now. And silence follows.

Why must he be so confusing? It’s like he’s making it your fault that he has no idea what he wants or how he feels. This week started with you feeling so small and insignificant. You told yourself that he’d never talk to you again after the things he said. That he really regretted being with you. That you were never supposed to happen. Just like he said. But now he’s back and he doesn’t even apologize? He just wants to act like none of it ever happened? Like he didn’t break your heart?

“Why did you ask me to tutor you? That day?” You suddenly ask as it’s something you’ve been wondering and these are the things he’s not good at talking about. He knows all of this started with him acting like a greedy douchebag but he didn’t expect to feel this way towards you. He doesn’t want to tell you the real reason he invited you to his dorm a month ago. The real reason being he wanted a quick easy fuck with someone who seemed eager and innocent. He feels like a fucking jerk. “I don’t know…” He sighs and shakes his head, looking down at the table then back up at you. All your words just seem to come spilling out now.

“Well you knew that I liked you...” You state as if it should be obvious. “What do you mean?” He asks and your brow furrows. Is he serious? “You… you knew that I liked you. When you asked me to tutor you? A month ago??” You ask hopefully, trying to confirm what you hoped to be true. You had thought he knew you had feelings for him all this time. You even hoped those feelings were returned. “N-no I… I mean I assumed maybe you might have. I didn’t really think about it too much” He says a bit nervous about where this is going. His cool control slipping. But everyone likes him so it just makes sense that you would like him too. That’s why you didn’t refuse him. And it’s all getting twisted up in his head. “Didn’t think about it? Like… it wasn’t important to you whether I liked you or not?”

And the silence falls over the both of you right then. “Well then what is this? What have we been doing?” You frown at him, waving your hands in the air a bit because you just can’t understand how you got to this point and he just keeps acting so oblivious. And he’s losing control.

“No. Wait. I didn’t say it right. I-”

“Why did you start doing all this then? If you didn’t even like me in the first place?”

His eyes go wide, not having an answer that wouldn’t make you feel even worse. “I don’t know…” He says again. He doesn’t seem to know a goddamn thing. “Was it just to string me along?! Is this all just a joke to you?! Are you trying to make fun of me or something?” You press for answers, feeling more heartbroken the longer he doesn’t give you a real answer. “No! It’s not! I am not trying to make fun of you!” He exclaims, shaking his head. This isn’t going how he wanted. This is spinning out of his control and he’s on the verge of all this collapsing. If this happened with anyone else he’d just forget it ever happened in the first place. But he couldn’t forget you if he tried. He doesn’t understand that feeling.

“You’ve just admitted you didn’t even like me when you first started this… and after a month of me giving you nothing but sex, you still just ‘don’t know’?”

“No, that’s not what I mean.”

“That’s exactly what you just said! And apparently I was never even supposed to happen in the first place.” You throw his own words back at him and he scoffs before scrambling to explain himself in a way that won’t make you hate him even more.

“I freaked out… I don’t know why I freaked out. Can’t you just forget it? What I said was stupid I don’t even know what I was thinking…” He insists. “Seems like you were thinking a lot actually. That this was your plan all along. You don’t want a relationship, you just want a fucktoy…” You scoff and stand up from your seat, to which he immediately stands up too. His earlier confidence is crumbling.

“Come on, I was… drunk!” He scrambles to justify his outburst Sunday night.

“You said you weren’t drunk or were you lying about that too?” You move past him to grab your backpack from where he put it trying to keep it from you.

“Can you just come over? Let’s forget about this, this is a waste of time.” He begs and follows you around as you’re collecting your things off the table and shoving them into your backpack.

“I don’t think it’s a waste of time…” You say softly and shove your computer inside. “Yeah, well I do… you have wasted my time!” He raises his voice, trying to get a rise out of you but when he sees your disapproving expression he knows that wasn’t the right move. With one last zip, you’re starting to leave the empty library. And he follows frantically.

“W-Wait! Just wait… w-what do you want me to do? You want me to block Dana’s number? I’ll do it!” He’s speaking fast and frantic, reaching for your hand and holding it to stop you from leaving him.

“I don’t want you to block Dana’s number… I don’t care.” You sigh, completely over all of this. It’s too confusing. He’s a mess you’re not sure you want to be a part of.

“I’ll block her right now… you can watch me do it!

“Oh my god… enough…”

“Please.”

“Enough!!”

“I’ll cut her off… I don’t even want to see her anyway, I hate her…and we didn’t fuck on Sunday if that’s what you think!”

“Dana is not the problem”

“Dana must be the problem.”

“I’m telling you, she’s not!” You yell at him. And he finally shuts up, watching you wide eyed as you keep scolding him.

“Do you even hear yourself? D’you ever think that the problem might just be you? Are you incapable of just apologizing or do you genuinely not believe this is all your fault??! All of your problems just have to be other people’s problems right?!” And he flinches as you yell.

He’s stunned by your words and the volume with which you just scolded him. He knows he deserves it but he just can’t stop himself from arguing. He doesn’t want you to hate him even though he deserves it.

“Well I’m not perfect, okay? I can’t be…I can’t be perfect.” He pleads softly, holding onto your hand like a lifeline. A silent plea for you to not let go of him now.

“I’m not asking you to be perfect!”

His eyes stay wide. Staring at you like you’ve just told him a deep dark secret.

“I’m asking you to stop being a selfish asshole!!”

Your voice doesn’t echo in this place padded with old books and hardwood. It's sturdy and final. And finally it seems like you’re getting through to him. Maybe he’s understanding.

“Don’t tell me you don’t feel the same. Do not tell me I was making it all up in my head. I’m not the one misreading things. You are.” You say. Your voice is softer now. Fragile as you can see he’s thinking about all that you just said.

Tell her you’re sorry, Miguel. He thinks to himself. He knows everything you’ve said is what he needs to hear. He knows he hurt you. What he said was not okay. And now he’s made you upset and angry too.

“You’re right I… about everything…” He mumbles. Sighing and looking down. His fingers slipping away from your hand. Letting it go. Letting you go.

“I… I’m sorry.” He finally says. And you let his apology sit. Allowing yourself time to decide if you’ll accept. If he deserves it. The silence is deafening.

“I-I just…” He sighs deeply. At a loss for words. He just feels so stupid. Rubbing his forehead down to his cheek frustrated. Sighing ashamedly as he tries to think of what to say that could fix this. “You asked me… to tell you what I’m feeling and I-I don’t know…” He says softly. And you stare at him wide eyed as he admits this.

“What is that?” Your voice snaps him out of his thoughts for a moment. Looking back up at you confused. “Your hand.” You say, your eyes locked on his busted hand as he rubs his face. He pulls it behind his back. He doesn’t deserve your sympathy. “It’s nothing I-” He painfully clenches his hand behind his back. The guilt is overwhelming. Please don’t feel bad for me. He thinks to himself. You’ve been far too patient with him.

“Show me.” You demand softly, looking in his eyes. And you’re serious. He sighs softly and brings his hand out, holding it out sheepishly to show you. The hand that’s held you, the hand that’s touched you… it’s cut up and bruised.

“What happened?” You ask sternly with a hardened expression when you finally see the cuts in his knuckles and the bruises. His hand is mangled, swollen, purple and clearly would cause anyone lots of pain. “Don’t lie to me.” You sternly say. And he doesn’t dare lie to you again. “I just… punched my locker.” He looks down ashamed. It’s the first time you’ve ever seen him like this. Broken and defeated. It’s not a good feeling, you don’t like seeing him like this. “When did this happen?” You ask firmly and he answers in a sigh. “Sunday.” Shoving his hand back in his pocket. It makes sense that he would have thrown a fit after he stormed out Sunday night. He must have been going about his week with his hand like that and not doing anything about it. “Did you go to the hospital?” He shakes his head at your question. Averting your gaze. “It’s gonna get worse if you don’t.” You insist and he just nods. For fear of his voice breaking if he found any words.

“I’m sorry Y/n… I’ll just go…” He says softly and steps back, and once again it’s like everything inside him is telling him to leave. You stand there. Not wanting to stop him this time. Watching him as he goes.

“You should go to the hospital.” You say soft and serious as he walks past you. Staying still and not attempting to stop him from leaving. You’ve made your point. And he didn’t win. But neither of you won tonight. He nods softly and keeps his head down, walking past you to leave the library. And he’s going to try his hardest not to bother you again. You’re so kind, so patient, so real. And he fucked up the one good thing he had going on. The one thing that made him feel good. Instead of belittling you, he should have acknowledged that he has some messy feelings of his own.

So he leaves. And you’re left standing in the library. You stood up for yourself. You told him off. But why do you feel so empty? Maybe it was seeing him so broken. When it comes to things that are good for him, he seems to forget himself.

He leaves the library silently. Walking down the dim hallways of the building and then outside. It’s raining again. It’s been raining pretty much all week. Pulling his hood up, he walks down the front steps of the academic building. Walking through the rain and not even bothering to run this time. Letting the rain pelt his sweatshirt, soak right through to his skin. He feels so stupid. He feels confused. And he feels sorry. But you deserve better than him.

Getting back to his residence building, he gets in the elevator. Staring at the floor and leaning his head against the wall as it travels up to his floor. He scoffs when the conversation replays in his head. His own words echoing and hearing himself act like such a dick. He didn’t know what other way to approach you other than to try and make things go back to normal. He wants things the way they were.

But he’s realizing the way things were is not fair to you. It’s not like all month the two of you just happened to cross paths. It’s not like you were sleeping with each other because there was no one else. It’s because neither of you can stay away from the other. It’s this messy obsession fueled with fire. He could touch you blind and know the pulse at your throat, the tips of your fingers, the plush of your stomach. He’d know the whispers of your voice, the fan of your breath over his cheek, the taste of your tongue. So then why is he so afraid? If he’s memorized every shimmering stretch mark, every inch of your skin, the sound of your voice, then why does he keep pushing you away?

He wants you to be his… but he wants to be yours just as much.

Miguel sighs as the elevator finally dings and the door opens. He keeps his head down, walking down the hall to his door. Unlocking it and walking inside. His hand hurts like hell. The cuts are just starting to heal but his fingers are still busted and swollen. It’s hard for him to open and close his hand all the way.

His phone rings, vibrating in his pocket as he peels off his wet hoodie and kicks his shoes off. Pulling it out from his pocket, he sees who’s calling. He didn’t expect it to be you. And it’s not. It’s his Father.

His heart sinks further, letting it ring, staring at the caller ID. This is the last thing he needs right now. Sitting on the edge of his bed, holding his vibrating phone in the palm of his hand, his eyes start to sting. Hot tears welling up and brimming in his eyes. When the ringing finally stops he drops his phone on the bed and drops his face into his hand. A shaky sigh trembling in his chest, swollen, hurting fingers clenching painfully on his lap. His arms wrap around himself, leaning over and down into his bed. He’s so tired. And he’s alone again just like always. He doesn’t feel bad for himself, he feels bad about himself. What is it about him that drives everyone away? You just answered that question for him tonight. It’s just him.

...

“It… makes me… feel… steady? Like… like there’s nothing to worry about. Or like… y’know…” He sighed, flipping over to lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling as you looked over at him across the pillows. The words felt trapped in his chest but they flowed like a river from his lips. “Like things feel slow...in a good way.”

…

He remembers saying that. He remembers meaning every word. Right now he feels anything but steady. He's collapsed.

His tears dry after a while and he keeps trying to just fall asleep and forget all of this. Even for just a few hours. But he can’t seem to just fall asleep. His head hurts and all he wants is to rest for once after this shitty week. But his running mind won’t let him.

His eyes crack open to check the time, his alarm clock blaring red in the darkness of his room. 2:17am. “Ugh…” He sighs, letting his head fall back onto the covers. He’s been sitting like this for hours now.

Knock knock knock.

He hears the knock on the door, flinching and sitting up slightly on his elbows. Watching the door and wondering if he’s hearing things. But there it is again. Three soft knocks.

“Miguel?” Your soft voice sounds from the other side of the door and he sits up completely. Eyes wide and heart thumping. This is his last chance. He can’t mess it up this time. He immediately gets up and turns on his desk light, running a hand through his hair and going to the door, unlocking the bolt and opening it. He doesn’t care if it seems desperate, he is desperate.

He looks smaller somehow. Or maybe you just feel bigger in some way. He’s staring at you as he stands in the opening of his door. And his immediate instinct is to try whatever he can to make things better.

“Y/n… I’m sorry… I shouldn’t hav-”

“Put your shoes on.” You shush him softly. You didn’t come here for an apology.

“What?” He steps forward, not understanding your request. It’s 2am and you’re both half asleep anyway.

“Put your shoes on please.” You say again. “And a hoodie or something, it’s cold outside.”

His brow furrows in confusion but he’s not going to argue with you right now. You’re here and talking to him so that’s what matters. Using his one good hand, he pulls his sneakers on at the door, grabbing his hoodie off the back of his desk chair. “Where are we going?” He asks and passes through his door to you. He’d go anywhere if it meant he could be with you right now. A soft hopeful expression on his face. “We’re going to the hospital.”

To be continued…

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starfxkr · 24 hours

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I feel like pogue!bunny and rafe in the beggining where masturbating in front of each other. Like pogue!bunny would tease him and wouldn't let him touch her. So she would touch herself in front of him and he would jerk himself. She might also make fun of him because she finds him pathetic. Sorry I love when bunny is mean to Rafe

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒🐇 ೀ𖦹 ׂ 𓈒🐇 ೀ𖦹 ׂ 𓈒🐇 ೀ𖦹 ׂ 𓈒🐇 ೀ𖦹 ׂ 𓈒🐇 ೀ𖦹 ׂ 𓈒🐇 ೀ

you're pretty sure nobody had ever seen rafe cameron like this before--gasping, fucking into his own fist begging for you to at least put your arousal covered fingers in his mouth.

"c'mon bunny, don't-don't i at least deserve a taste? bought you all this nice shit today just lemme taste it." his chest was flushed almost as red as his tip, you could see the appendage throbbing and swelling with need and you laughed.

"you think a little dior's gonna do it? no way daddy, i want more than that." the end of your sentence trails off into whine as a wave of pleasure rocked you, making your hips can't forward.

rafe's eyes were glued on your figure, writhing around on the bed in front of where he sat against the headboard-- a hand cupping your breast while you swirled a finger around your nipple, the other between your spread legs rubbing your clit as arousal trickled out of you.

it felt like his tongue was pulsing with the need to taste you and he whined, "what else you want? prada? chanel? baby i could buy out the whole store for you just--fuck--let me taste you." precum dripped steadily down his shaft and you'd be lying if you said the sight didn't turn you on, but he wouldn't get it that easy.

"nuh uh, you-you just watch okay? be a good daddy and watch..." your fingers dip into your wetness, bringing the hand at your tit down to rub at your swollen bud as the other fucked itself in your wet pussy.

rafe's loud groan echoed in his room-- he was aching to have you wrapped around him like that, but you kept refusing, forcing him to watch as your tight cunt gripped your fingers like a vice.

"you better--ung--be watching, don't make me mad." with a severe arch in your back you cum, creaming all over your fingers while the wet smack of rafe jerking himself off gets loudly. distantly you hear a strained fuck and you feel his cum splatter across your ankle and toes.

when the pulsing of your cunt lessens you pull your fingers out, sitting back up to dangle them in front of rafe's mouth to watch him chase it with his tongue before sucking them clean yourself and he groans.

"haven't earned that yet," you bring your cum cumbered foot to his mouth instead, watching him gratefully suck your toe into his mouth, "get me clean and i'll think about it for next time."

#✨.txt #rafe cameron prompt #pogue!bunny!reader

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cherrricola · 2 days

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A Sip From My Devil's Cup

one-shot based on this moodboard

pairing: vampire! sunghoon × reader

genre: smut

warnings: mentions of blood & choking

"Dear passengers, we will be landing at Târgu Mureş airport shortly. Please remain in your seats with your seat belts on."

You look out the plane's window, admiring the landscape unfolding in front of your eyes.

"Beautiful" you murmur, as you cling to the book you were reading.

As a historian, you took an interest in studying characters who left their mark on the past. Count Dracula is one of them and is also the number one reason that led you to Transylvania. You knew that as much of a tyrant as he was, all the legends about him being a vampire were just that. Legends. You also learned that his castle was inherited by a descendant of his. And that's precisely where you're going to stay, after receiving a letter inviting you to study in his library. You couldn't refuse such an invitation.

As you left the airport, you were met by a black limousine. The driver appeared to be of a certain age, the wrinkles on his face getting more prominent as he gave you a small smile.

"The count awaits you, miss." His voice was slurred, the smile seemed forced at this point.

"Count? I didn't know the title remained." You think to yourself , curious to meet the old man who's waiting for you.

During the ride, you couldn’t help but notice the contrast between the landscape and the entrance to the castle. Isolated from everything and everyone, all around you was a thick fog that barely let you see the trees and the sharp rocks of the cliffs. A giant gate automatically opens upon the limousine's arrival, allowing you to admire the ancient construction, every historian's dream.

The castle's open doors were decorated with two wrought iron handles, with bats carved in them. The entrance hall itself was huge, the little light that entered through the stained glass windows was not enough to illuminate it. There was an eerie vibe to it. The portraits seemed to follow you with their gaze, the marble statues depicted Dracula's brutal acts and honestly, you didn't know if the chills you felt were from what you're looking at or from the cold inside that place.

"They're beautiful, aren't they?" A sudden voice startles you. It belonged to a youthful-looking man whose appearance could have been sculpted as those statues were.

Not knowing what to say, you just nodded, feeling your face getting hot when he took your hand in his and kissed it. His skin is cold to the touch, but part of you wishes the act wasn't so short-lived.

"Allow me to show you around." He smiles, making him impossibly more charming.

"Oh... but the Count should come to meet me at any moment. Isn't it better to wait for him here?"

The response you get is a laugh. You look at him, confused.

"I am the Count! Well, not that I use the title anyway. Just call me Sunghoon, no need for formalities."

You look at him, dumbfounded.

"I'm sorry... I-I thought I was going to meet someone..."

"Older? Yes, I know. I've been told many times that I look younger for my age." He smiles again, this time with a certain mischief that you don't quite understand.

"Follow me." And you do as he says, as you try your best to memorize all the staircases and corridors in that maze between four walls.

"This is the library I told you about. It's the only one in the castle, so I try my best to keep it in good condition. Feel free to stay here as long as you want. Your room is right next door, so there's no risk of getting lost." Sunghoon said, as if he read your mind.

"And what's up there?" You ask, pointing to a spiral staircase, probably the darkest place in the entire castle.

"Just an old storage room. I advise you not to go there, it's in very bad condition and you could get hurt by the loose boards." You nod, getting back to paying attention to all the books surrounding you.

"I think I'll stay here and start studying, if you don't mind." As much as you want to be with Sunghoon, you hope he leaves, as it would be very difficult to concentrate with someone like him by your side.

"Of course! Someone will let you know when it's dinner time." And with that, Sunghoon gives you a smile once again before leaving.

You lost count of the books you've consulted and the notes you've taken. Most of them talked about Dracula's life, interestingly never mentioning Sunghoon's name in any of the official records.

"Dinner is ready, Miss." You hear a female voice calling you from the outside. You mark the remaining pages and follow the old lady to a dining room.

A long table stands in the middle of the room, lit by a chandelier on the ceiling that made the porcelain dishes and golden cutlery shine.

"You must be starving after being locked in that room for so long." You hadn't even noticed that Sunghoon was already there, gesturing for you to sit down too. As soon as you do so, a man dressed as a butler fills your glass with wine. The glass of the man sitting in front of you is already full, making him lick his lips after drinking some of the dark red liquid. You hate your mind at that moment, because you can't help but have far from pure thoughts, such as feeling his tongue and lips on you.

"Is everything ok?" Sunghoon asks, raising his brow.

"Fuck..." Mentally cursing yourself for staring, you take a sip of wine. "Yes, sorry... I was lost in my thoughts."

You don't remember exactly what happened next, just feeling light-headed and the room spinning.

"Take her to the bedroom." Those were the last words that you could make out before you passed out.

"The things I want do to you..." You wake up with these words whispered to you. Opening your eyes, you find yourself all alone, a single candle burning on top of the bedside table.

"What just happened?" You mutter, soothing your head as you try to recall the strange episode. The taste of wine still lingering takes you back to the moment you put your lips on the glass. You don't know exactly how's that possible, but you swear Sunghoon's eyes were as red as the wine when he looked at you.

A loud sound echoes through the hallway, making you jolt. After a few seconds of pure silence, it happened again, but this time, it came from the ceiling. Whatever it was, wasn't going to let you sleep, not that you felt rested enough to do that anyway, so you decided to grab the candle and head out into the hallway. Not a single soul could be heard, it was as if the castle was uninhabited. Determined to discover the cause behind the noise, you go up the winding stairs, coming across a door in a very bad condition. The wood was rotten, and the lock threatened to give out at any moment. Carefully twisting the handle, you do your best to keep the noise down.

That room would be completely dark, if it weren't for a crack in the roof that lets the moonlight through. That’s when you notice them. A family of bats going in and out from there. Now you feel pathetic for being scared by the noise just a few minutes ago. You're getting ready to leave when you felt as though you had seen books on one of the shelves. Getting closer, you noticed that there's actually tons of them.

"Sunghoon told me that there's only one library in the entire castle..." You say to yourself as you take one of the books and read the title "Anatomy of a Vampire".

"What the fuck..." Taking another one, you open it without checking the title and are met with gruesome pictures. Men, women, and even children, barely alive as blood runs down their disfigured bodies, held by something that can't be seen.

Covering your mouth with your hand, you try to comprehend what you're looking at. Turning to the next page, you read what seems to be a dedication: "Please my dear wives, make my bastard son one of us and take care of him so that he is my legitimate heir."

You freeze upon reading those words. Was it all true and not just a myth? Was Dracula a real vampire? Was Sunghoon the son mentioned in the text?

As you keep on turning the pages, you find a picture of a Korean woman holding a baby. She looks exhausted. There's an empty gaze staring back at you. Before you could process all of this information, you feel a cool breath fanning your ear.

"Looks like you've found the family album." You recognize this voice, though there's a mix of a mocking yet stern tone to it.

You immediately run away, almost tripping over your own feet as you make your way down the stairs, only stopping once you lock yourself inside the bedroom.

"Tsk tsk tsk, running away from the host? Now, that's not very polite, is it?." Once again, the voice was coming from behind you, lower this time. But now, a strong grip on your waist prevents you from moving.

"I'm so sorry...I-" The grip gets harsher, making you yelp in pain.

"I'm asking you a question." Sunghoon growls, biting your earlobe. One of his hands travels up your body, making you look at him as he digs his fingers on your cheeks. You recognized those scarlet eyes and that wicked green, but now you could see them clear, making you feel helpless.

"You see...I truly wanted to behave during your stay....but you make it so hard, sweetheart..." He exhales, letting his nose brush yours for an instant.

"Sunghoon...Please." You pleaded, noticing how his eyes only leave yours to look momentarily to your parted lips.

"Are you begging me to release you? I can sense your arousal..." He says, sliding his other hand right between your thighs, resting it dangerously close to your core before continuing "...and I could swear you're begging me for something else."

You involuntarily press your legs together, knowing that putting up a fight would be in vain. As soon as Sunghoon feels your body reacting to his touch, he leans in, connecting his cold lips with yours in a lustful kiss. His pace was slow yet harsh, exuding dominance.

Your fingers entwined with his hair, feeling its softness as you tug on it, a subsequent growl echoing against your mouth as Sunghoon deepened the kiss. Pressing you closer to his body, two large hands lifted your legs, making you wrap them around his waist.

Without ever taking his lips off yours, he walked to the bed, sitting you on the edge of it.

"Fuck...You smell so good, sweetheart." Sunghoon's lips were now brushing your neck, searching for your sweet spot. The hitch of your breath gave it away, and you could feel him smirk against your skin right before tracing it with his fangs. You let out a gasp, anticipating his next action.

"So sensitive..." He mutters before nibbling on the exact spot that was driving you crazy. Not enough to break skin, but just enough to have you moan his name. So lost in the pleasure, you didn't even realize that your pants were unbuttoned, allowing Sunghoon's hand to press his cold fingers against your soaked panties.

"I'm not even touching you yet, but you're so wet already...Give me a good reason to fuck you after what you did." His eyes made you feel like a prey about to get killed by the predator, making you unable to pronounce a single word.

"See? You don't have one, do you?" He spats, tightening his hand around your throat, making you yelp.

"Curiosity killed the cat..." Sunghoon continues, sensing the adrenaline rush through your body as his hand keeps on controlling your breath.

"...luckily, you're not a cat. I'd hate to kill such a wicked soul like yours...feeling aroused by being at my mercy, hm?" He taunts you, and all you can do is nod.

Getting down on his knees, Sunghoon swiftly takes off your pants, parting your legs before aligning his face with your heat. He slowly licks a single stripe through your panties, making you throw your head back.

Suddenly, you feel a sharp pain on your inner thigh, Sunghoon's eyes meeting yours as his fangs keep on digging your flesh.

"Eyes on me, sweetheart." He licks the remaining blood before getting back at your core, pulling the thin material to the side and teasing your folds with his tongue. You whine, unconsciously wrapping your legs around his head.

Your sounds only fuel Sunghoon to keep going, diving deeper with his tongue inside your core as his nose brushes against your clit. It was when you started to grind your hips against his face, that he stopped his actions, parting your legs once again and keeping them pinned to the bed.

"Eager little thing." He darkly chuckles, going back to your aching core, sucking your clit as one of his digits entered you.

You cried out in pleasure, arching your back as you felt your orgasm getting closer. Of course Sunghoon could sense it.

"You taste even better when you're about to cum." He groans, pushing a second digit inside you, and curling them both.

It didn't take long for a wave of pleasure to run through your body. You barely came down your high, when yet another sharp pain gets to you. You looked down and noticed a smaller bite mark right next to the first one.

Sunghoon got up, grinning as he licked the mixture of blood and your release from his lips. A teasing look on his eyes.

"If you behave, I might make your stay more pleasurable." He says, leaving you all alone again, sitting on the bed as you try to catch your breath , mentally calling him an asshole for leaving you wanting more.

You eventually lay down, feeling your lids getting heavier. As you fall asleep, a familiar voice resonates inside your head.

"I'll make sure to give you a good morning."

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starsomens · 1 day

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We LOVE dad Noah here!

How about ummm, oh! A quick lil bubble of Noah going with reader and Eden to get her ears pierced? I know my parents took me as a baby maybe like 8-9 months? Ik some people have feelings about it but I personally am happy there did!

Anyway thank you start love you❤️❤️

A/N: omg so cute!! I know my mom had my ears pierced when I was around 6 to 7 months or so. Maybe a little bit younger, but my dad was definitely very upset I was crying when it happened.😭😭

Noah was holding Eden in his lap and bouncing his knee. The month old, simply just enjoying being held by her father. Noah was internally freaking out about her ears being pierced. Of course you’re both OK with her. Having earrings and logically speaking doing it now will be better for her since she won’t remember the pain. Either way it was a quick pinch and should be over in just 10 minutes.

However, on the way over to the establishment started to freak out a little bit. Knowing that the piercing would make her cry. So no he was giving options about waiting until next week or trying to find a place that numb her ear and pierce it instead.

But you were reassuring him that she would be fine and she wouldn’t even remember it after five minutes. So now you had a pouty husband to try and comfort while he was waiting in the chair as the employee was readying the needle and earrings. Of course Noah being who he was for his princess got her only the nicest and highest quality earing and piercer. Making sure to look into reviews on how they are with kids.

"Alright are we ready?" the young girl asked. Her bright smile such a contrast to her piercings and tattoos. She was just lovely to speak with as she explained the process "Alright dad, we're going to try and pierce her ears nice and quick. So I'll need to you to hold her head and make sure she doesn't move,"

Noah take the deep breath while he faces his large hand on Eden small head. Her face still not knowing what is to come and knows how was jumping out of his chest. The piercer mark a single dot on each of her loans sure that they both look even before she grabbed the needle gun. Aligning the tip of the needle on her earlobe, she says,

“ oh right, we’re gonna try to make this really fast really quick so once I’m done with this year, I’m moving right to the second one,” she reiterates she had said before “ ready? 1…..2…..3,”

And in the blink of an eye, the gun clicks as appears through her ear. It takes a second for Eden to react actually, trying to understand what had just happened as her lips starts to pout. Her little nose sniffling as a wine, and a cry starts to escape her lips. Noah’s heart broke hearing her starts to cry.

On top of that he was the one holding her head in place so that she wouldn’t move and all he wanted to do was to comfort her. And at the same time he’s never felt more rage towards someone who essentially he was paying to do this

The piercer quickly moves to the other side and pierces her ear quickly. “ Okay she’s all done, no more. I’m sorry princess” she gives an apologetic look to Noah and Eden we all know it does is turn Eden into him and comfort her. He had his signature mug shot face very upset. His baby was uncomfortable and hurting.

No one stand up from the sea, and he walks around the room, bouncing her to try and calm her down. His large hand no longer holding your head in place, but caressing the soft hair on her head as his lips kiss her forehead.

“I’m so sorry baby. I know Mommy so mean for letting the lady do that” he whispers to her and all you could do was go at him as he blamed you partially for it. Luckily you both know was Eden’s main source of calm and comfort. Now you moved to the front desk to pay for the service, eden has calmed down and her crush were reduced to small sniffles as she sucked on her finger to also calm her down.

While your card was being charged, you take a look at her earring and you were very happy with the service. She did great in Eden seem to be dealing with him much better than you had anticipated. On the other hand was still very upset.

“Babe why are you still pouting? She’s just fine”

“ Because look at her face, her nose is all red and look at her cheeks. Her eyes are red and watery still” no it was very emotional when it came to his precious little princess. He couldn’t blame him since he felt the same way. But you knew that the pain for this was temporary and she wouldn’t remember it at all by the next day. Just like when you had taken her to the doctor to get her shot after she was born.

While you walk to the car hand-in-hand, no scene to forgive you a bit more as Eden returns to her normal self. As he put her into the car seat, he takes a look at her earrings and tilts his head a bit.

“Look at my princess. Did daddy get you was pretty earrings?” he uses his baby voice with her. “Looking so beautiful, just like Mama”

He then turned to you planted a kiss on your nose. As he closes the door, he opens the passenger door for you to get into

“Oh? I thought it was my fault for letting the mean, lady pierce her ears,” you pouted at him as he crossed your arms, reiterating his own words back to him

“ maybe it wasn’t completely your fault you were right she did calm down after a while. And I guess…. You’re right she won’t remember it later on in life.”

You take a hold of his jaw gently and shake his head slightly “AWWHH look at my man admitting that he’s wrong,”

“Wrong? No, I did not say I was wrong. I still think that piercer was a bitch for making her cry,”

“Noah that’s her job, Eden was going to cry either way!” You giggle as you climb into the car

“Yeah yeah, I won’t leave a bad review” he chuckled closing the door

“Noah don’t you dare!” your muffled voice, comes from inside the car as he rounds the front and gets into the driver seat. He completely ignores what you say turns to Eden and put his hand into her car seat and tickles her little belly

“Now who wants ice cream?!” Wanting to reward her for being such a brave girl

“ oh yeah, that’s right just change the subject,” crossing your arms

“ keep that attitude up and I’ll make sure to use my ice cream for something else” he smirks at you as he turns on the car and scans your body from top to bottom

“…..fine I want my usual order and you better know it or you won’t be using your ice cream for anything” she knew what you were talking about you hear Eden giggle in the back of the car

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midastouch-zaza · 1 day

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Sakura getting some 'funds' from sponsors to start their next comeback

Being around for a long time as idol is something that requires intelligence and astutness, and Sakura being an Idol for more than ten years and for her third groups shows how much smart she is.

Even after a great start, Le Sserafim was in strange position: they were popular but also very hated and their next comeback was a bit in the balance, it was almost ready but they needed some money to complete it.

These money were not arriving tho. And here comes into play Sakura: she knew exactly where to go and what to do to break the deadlock. Equipped of good will and her skimpiest clothes, she went in the office of the director of their sponsor.

"Sir, can I borrow you for a minute?", she began her talk walking towards the man, being sure to shimmy her ass in the meanwhile. "You know, I can't wait for my next comeback, me and the girls are working so...hard", she continued, arriving in front of him, emphasizing the last word while casually placing an hand on his crotch.

"Maybe you can help us if I help you first?", she proposed offering him puppy eyes, while getting on her knees and kissing sweetly his clothed bulge. "And do you think you can help me?", he ironically asked her, caressing her cheeks and playing with her soft lips with his thumb.

"I'm sure of that, mr. Director, after all I didn't become the most popular idol in Japan being a beginner", she answered, all proud, while unzipping his pricey pants and pulling out his massive cock.

Before taking it in her mouth, she started from his balls, massaging and sucking them. "Ohh, maybe you can really satisfy me", he hummed intrerested, while leaning back on his office chair. "Of course I can, sir, just look at this", she warned him, before taking his shaft in her throat in a instant.

It almost looked like a magic trick, because she literally made it disappear. "Oh shit!", he exclaimed surprised, gripping his chair arms. Her mouth was warm and comfy, her throat was tight enough to put him on the edge and her tongue was moving like a loose cannon.

Bobbing her head up and down, choking herself on his hard cock, showing no gag reflex at all, Sakura skills were really impressing the director, that couldn't help but reward her work with a rich blow of cum down her stomach.

"Fuck my life, you caught me off guard", he admitted, panting hard because of his orgasm. "Don't worry, mister, this time I'll let you manage the timing", she reassured him, leaning over his desk and pulling down the short skirt made by crochet.

In front of that beautiful pussy, he immediately got on his feet to take her from behind. This time he was the magician, making disappear that fat cock in Sakura tight pussy. It was so sudden and filling that the japanese idol lost her breath for a second.

"You better put on a good performance for the fee you're asking me, whore", he growled before starting to punish her cunt with powerful and deep thrusts. Kkura felt like someone was constantly punching her womb, it was a kinda painful but addictive feeling.

And even if she was experienced enough to take it like a chimp, she still couldn't control her body reaction: her legs were trembling, her abs had spasms at every thrust and her head could just rest against the desk.

That tho must not be part of the director liking, because he pulled her ponytail harshly, making her yelp. "Don't stay still like a fucking sex doll, moan for me, whore!", he scolded her, slapping her ass with sharp slap.

"I'm sorry, sir... ahhh...your massive cock is fucking my brain", she apologized, while her perky tits were escaping from her tiny top, also made by crochet. "I don't fucking care, just scream how good my cock is", he request, totally ravaging her japanese pussy, already creaming around his cock for how many times she cum.

"It's amazing, mr. Director cock is the best I've ever taken in my life, it's making me a dumb slut", she cried in pleasure while her guts were being rearranged. "Fuck, that's it! And now take my expensive cum, bitch", he shouted, while spraying his seed inside Sakura womb, making her collapse on the desk.

It was definitely a fuck worth some money. "Ok, miss Sakura, I'll give your groups the funds you all need, but just at one condition", he said, after thinking about it. "Mmh? Which condition, Sir?, she asked, exhausted, looking back and with her pussy still leaking his cum down her legs. "Next week come for a second round. Oh, and bring one of your slutty members with you", he smirked, satisfied. She just nodded before closing her eyes and resting for some more minutes.

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tubbytarchia · 1 day

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Jimmy EVO thoughts

This is a loooong thread of summarized thoughts (cough 5500 words) of Jimmy in Evo, though mostly his and Martyn's Property Police relationship and how it leads into future treatment of Jimmy, as well as general Jimmy character analysis. Plus some Netty thoughts and such in relation to Jimmy too

Obligatory: I talk about characters only

The following is separated into categories, somewhat, but 90% of that is property police related... Netty and misc thoughts are down below

Shoutout once again to my friend for pointing out some stuff I missed or better than I could

(Martyn's self portrait. Idk felt appropriate)

1. Jimmy and Martyn (Property police) thoughts

Jimmy and Martyn overall are pretty cute and supportive and protective of one another but there are many many instances that Martyn unfairly scolds and plays him down. But then he'll turn around and show some form of care towards Jimmy which leaves me feeling conflicted. The way Martyn treats Jimmy here pretty effortlessly leads into Jimmy's further mistreatment in future SMPs imo

I'm gonna start off with a lot of negative aspects to the Property Police dynamic but trust me ok I've noted down all the cool and nice things too at a later point. As I said they're overall cute and nice!!! There's just a lot... to note... (I'm a big solidwood fan ok. sobs)

1.1 Martyn's caretaker role and the "chief"

All throughout, Martyn keeps bringing up this made-up character "chief" who they speak of as both a sort of boogeyman as well as a parental figure (Jimmy later says the chief is his father)? Like Jimmy causes trouble and Martyn goes "ahh I'm gonna have to tell the chief about this" to which Jimmy tries to plead his case. Or Martyn would express needing the chief to weigh in on whether Jimmy's doing a good enough job as Property Police. This makes sense though given Martyn's self-assigned caretaker role

Martyn largely acts like he needs to be taking care of Jimmy and doesn't trust him when he's alone (will be talked about in depth at the next point) and makes up this police chief character to spook Jimmy but also to, again, serve as some kind of replication of a parental figure... Jimmy himself talks about the chief that way too, saying stuff like "the chief told me to be careful"

There's some kind of pride essential to Martyn that he gets from taking on some kind of provider role, and/or it might be essential to him being able to show affection, at least at this point in time and at least towards Jimmy

Martyn likes to feel depended on and Jimmy does make it feel that way. He's constantly considering Martyn, following him around, supporting him. When he's not there, he frequently talks about him, how he's not here today but will be another time, how he's taking a break, how they'll be doing stuff together later... How they both agree that Jimmy doesn't fare well on his own (and how Jimmy and other people in Jimmy's life will hold onto this belief)

In one episode they're both finding these vacation apartments to buy? and Jimmy goes "can we be next to each other though? I'll miss you too much if we don't" :(

At some point Netty's appalled by how poor Jimmy is so he and Martyn make plans to mine together, and they decide to mine in different directions only for Jimmy to go back to Martyn anyway

I'm so sorry to be a weeb and use a screenshot from Free! of all things but this is Martyn and Jimmy. I don't make the rules

There's also a moment where Jimmy says "I think I might need you" to which Martyn goes "is this you confessing your love to me?" and then they do this bit where they act out the chief talking to them "you can love who you want to love. As long as you do your job right". So basically the chief is validating gay marriage. Awesome

Anyway, Jimmy at several points gets told off by Martyn because he's "fine" and doesn't need Jimmy following him around but what else is he gonna do… you cant just leave him on the street like a lost puppy…

At one point in the SMP, they all get together to take on the ender dragon (after which Grian left). Unfortunately, they don't end up in one End dimension and instead, they all have to fight the Enderdragon by themselves. Jimmy does fantastic. He's very focused and gets it done in spite of a few struggles. He even says "those endermen made me so angry. I haven't been so angry in awhile" when it really didn't show that he was THAT angry when a bunch of them piled on him. He stayed focused and finished the job... Sigh. He can be so confident and competent and good, if only he didn't get played down so frequently just for often getting excited and tunnel visioned easily...

It's implied that the others thought he was gone for good when Jimmy finally made it back to the overworld after some... bliss in the great void? Of course he starts asking himself about Martyn and expressing hope that Martyn's alive. He and Martyn eventually communicate here and there but still don't meet up for awhile longer. Jimmy for this time period is surviving pretty much independently, and even when Martyn starts turning up in his episodes more again, there's much less of Jimmy following Martyn around like he used to, and I think Martyn took note. It feels like he took note that Jimmy no longer depended on him and kinda fucked off a little bit. This would carry over to stuff like 3L as reasoning for why Martyn acted the way he did towards Jimmy? Evidently caring about him yet pushing him away, even after Jimmy asked to join him, even after Martyn himself told Jimmy that he thought Scott was using him

(Headcanony here, but I still jive with the idea that there was some kind of watcher/listener/Evo members confrontation at the end that forced that world to come to an end, from which Jimmy and Pearl were spared as they went on to quickly be part of new worlds unlike the others. And then some of them eventually returning like Martyn, but not Netty, and the idea that Martyn now holds some kind of resentment towards Jimmy for not having gone through that and never being able to understand how Martyn feels, in spite of still caring about Jimmy, having wanted to spare him from whatever went down to begin with. This, combined with him seeing Jimmy become more independent, when Jimmy was always waiting for him and wanted to make him proud for surviving on his own, and missed and needed him even if Martyn doesn't think so. This will be reinforced at later points here too)

1.2 Martyn's lack of trust in Jimmy and Jimmy's self-deprecation

Apparently whenever Jimmy's on the server without Martyn, he just becomes a troublemaker and Martyn goes "I don't trust you half the time", granted, lightheartedly, but this notion will keep being repeated. His first reaction to the property police being faulted for anything, or Jimmy being hesitant with telling him something, is to assume and accuse Jimmy of messing something up. Eg when there is a scene resembling a protest built outside their base, Jimmy questions what they've done to be opposed, to which Martyn goes "What have YOU done?". This leads to/deepens Jimmy's need to prove himself to be good and competent, and his hesitancy to let Martyn know/fear of Martyn finding out when he's messed something up

Jimmy gets himself utterly blown up by Grian's prank, Martyn's not there so he goes "guys, you cannot tell Morty (Martyn), he will kill me". He sounds genuinely pretty upset too "I don't- I don't know anymore." He's not even nice to their current dog, with him walking around pretty aimlessly before going to their dog who's standing up and repeatedly trying to make it sit, sternly saying "Sit down, sit down." when previously he's shown a lot of affection towards their dogs (though honestly uncertain how much of it has been totally genuine when he has also joked about a dog dying before it can be nametagged and stuff)

Martyn's not around and look what happens - exactly what Martyn has drilled in. Of course Jimmy is flustered and upset, and of course he doesn't want Martyn to know- for Martyn to comment again about his lack of trust in him by his lonesome, or about his unsuitability for his job as a cop. It only makes sense that Jimmy comes to believe he's incapable of handling himself alone and that he needs to rely on someone. It's only natural he follows Scott around in 3L without question when Scott doesn't trust him to something. It's only natural that even with Tango, at the start of DL, he voices concern to Bdubs that he's afraid Tango will yell at him for having done a bad job begging for resources. (Ofc Tango doesn't but it's really fucking sad!! That Jimmy's been conditioned to consider that!!)

Another example of "Jimmy's incompetency" is when Jimmy's dog has been taken hostage for awhile, but they find it almost instantly when Martyn comes back on. Jimmy says he needed the dog to keep him company and expresses a lot of grievance over the dog's living condition in the hole it was kept in, while Martyn questions if he even put in that much of an effort to try and find it. They joke about and Jimmy agrees to him not doing well on his own. (Also I'm not sure what to take away from the fact that the dog was kept in oddly good conditions and Jimmy still feeling bad for the dog...? Aside from the lack of sunlight ofc, it had room and water and a bed)

At some point (spoken more of in the Netty section), Jimmy gives Netty all his resources he gathered from their mining trip together and then asks "did you get a picture? Did you get a picture of that?". Naturally Netty comments on his need to immortalize his good deeds but you can't blame the guy when the people around him, especially his best pal Martyn, keep calling him a bad cop and not trusting him to be good when he's left alone. It makes sense for Jimmy to want proof of him being good to show Martyn...

Start of Evo ep 46, Salems says in chat something along the lines of "be good now Jimmy, no one's here to watch over you" to which Jimmy replies "I'm always good tyvm!!" And then proceeds to praise himself for the rest of the episode despite having difficulty dealing with the property police station being flooded. Eg sees that he has a bucket in one of his chests and going "Good job Jim good job" etc. He's trying so hard and then turns around to see more water and goes "this makes me sad" :(

(It was genuinely really bad lol this image does not do it justice)

Jimmy's self deprecation is also present in Evo even when it's not being brought on by anyone else, only himself. Eg under the video in which he got miserably blown up by Grian's prank, he has his pinned comment: "I was excited okay. I did not see the plates, don't ruin the comment section! Thank you. I am a noob though. HA!" and at the start of a different episode, Jimmy says to the audience "You didn't miss me, did ya? I know you didn't miss me" :(

There's also the time where he, Martyn and Netty do a race all individually and in the end it's revealed that Jimmy was the last one by a second and he repeatedly goes "oh wow so funny let's laugh (mock laughter)". Something about this one... Sure they joked about him coming last a few times through the episode but that felt kind of out of left field. Why is he so mocking... why are you being so SO mean to yourself Jimmy...

Jimmy is pretty frequently insisting on being a good cop even when the situation doesn't call for it because "people have been having a go at me lately". This notion of Jimmy being a bad cop extends further yet when Martyn's mayor campaign begins

1.3 Martyn's mayor arc, Jimmy's reinforced unsuitability and getting caught in the crossfire

Martyn runs for mayor, during which Jimmy is unwaveringly backing him, ofc. Following him around, propping him up... At one point Martyn even says "You're the best run-in partner I could've asked for"

But then things start falling apart and Martyn starts to a go a little bit mad. He wants to give up and Jimmy is basically pleading with him saying stuff like "but I've done so much to back to you" but Martyn's not hearing it "You've done nothing". (what a switch from that last paragraph lol)

Back to the Property Police station being flooded - Jimmy was openly supporting Martyn's mayor campaign but he didn't cause any of the destruction during the fallout when Martyn gave up. It was all Martyn and in retaliation the property police base has been significantly flooded and plastered with vines and Jimmy's the one to have to clean it all up. This doesn't get acknowledged (in Jimmy's POV at least). This is also very true in other SMPs like X Life, that Jimmy largely suffers due to no bad actions of his own but rather the crossfire of others'

It's always Martyn being on break... It's always Jimmy saying "the chief gave him days off!" and Martyn saying "I need a break from you and everything". Has anyone considered maybe Jimmy needs a little break too.. Has anyone considered that Jimmy also feels bad for not having his efforts recognized... He's always there to prop Martyn up to largely get deprecated in return in spite of everything he does (and isn't that a familiar theme with Jimmy...)

Anyway, next episode Martyn's back and Jimmy wants to show him something nice he made for him for being torn up about the mayor thing, but Martyn's immediate reaction is "what did you do!?". Well, the nice thing Jimmy made was a padded cell and he trapped Martyn in there for a bit for having gone a little mad lol

Martyn for a short period of time ends up becoming mayor anyway, during which he hits and berates Jimmy quite a bit (clenches fist) and reasons why Jimmy would always be second in charge at most because people don't want him as mayor. They do this whole bit where Jimmy replaces all the previous signs directed towards Tatiz (the last mayor) for them to say nice things about Martyn instead cause it's not like anyone's gonna know they're all just done by Jimmy... and then Martyn doesn't even let him into the office and punches him and Jimmy fake sniffles away

Martyn has another meltdown over the Watchers being against him becoming mayor, though Jimmy's still supporting him through it even as Martyn's playing him down. At the very end of the episode, Martyn jumps down a well when he says he's gonna go sleep so Jimmy's like "oh. Don't drown, we still need you" and Martyn sounds genuinely kind of gut-wrenchingly defeated when he replies "apparently not". Good time to remember Martyn's pride in feeling needed

Next time Martyn's on, he's on a quest to exile himself, saying he's going to find the next portal and leave and never come back. Jimmy is valiantly following him around and basically pleading for him to stay and that they need him (I think it's just you Jimmy... it's you who needs him...). Him saying "we've been on the force for 9 years, does that not mean anything to you?" makes for a painful parallel to Martyn accusing Jimmy of not caring about property police in 3L... Paraphrasing a bit, but the back and forth between Martyn and Jimmy: "You can explain to Netty why I'm leaving. I didn't want to explain to anyone but you've forced it on me. I'm happy to leave, everything's fine" - "Alright, fine. Fine, I accept it, no I accept it, I'm coming to wave goodbye" - "You coming with me, or?" - "No, I'm not leaving all this behind, but I'll come wave goodbye". Even with Jimmy giving up or having implied giving up on trying to convince Martyn to stay, he still wants to follow him, to at least say goodbye... Jimmy also says he's tearing up as Martyn's digging down to the stronghold where he plans to make his exit. Martyn drops into the stronghold with a bunch of mobs though and Jimmy goes "yess kill him, kill him!" (because that'd bring Martyn back to spawn and halt his self exile) before jumping down and helping defend Martyn anyway... Ultimately Martyn fails because the portal isn't even there and he dies to a creeper. Later, when Martyn's back, this is largely treated as a bad dream and that Martyn was just in a daze

I'm not sure exactly where this thought started but at some point Jimmy starts to express having to become mayor himself (and then at a later point, as mentioned above, Martyn explaining why people would never want him as a mayor). Jimmy says things like "I'm gonna end up being the mayor aren't I?" when things get tentative and unstable with Martyn, and "I reckon anything that comes - if a situation comes along again where someone has to take charge and i-in- lead and vote for something or even go for something... think Pete Bills should take it- I think Pete Bills should take it, and, you know... Give his best shot"

This is significant to me because Jimmy wanting to be in any kind of leading role, but never managing it, is a theme that comes up frequently in his POVs. Jimmy is already treated as being at the bottom of some player perceived hierarchy, and as such constantly teased and played down, which naturally, for the others, makes it unlikely if not absurd for him to be in leadership positions, and this imo carries over to his relationships

He hardly has authority and when he tries to enforce it, he gets disregarded, discouraged and/or made fun of, eg in ESMP2. He hardly if ever gets authority in 3L FH (flower husbands), or ESMP2 fWhimmy, or, Evo Solidwood to an extent. The whole mayor deal is very resemblant of what would go on to happen in X Life too. Where Jimmy is happy to be part of "Jeremyism" with Joel as the leader, though he enforces very little power, but when that position is about to be handed over to Scott, Jimmy desperately tries to get himself to be the leader instead, and upon failing, begs Joel to retain his position, only to end up following Scott's lead anyway without further vocal protest

Jimmy taking charge, in relationships or otherwise, almost always gets shut down. Pensive

1.4 Martyn's also kind to Jimmy though...

But then there are times like Martyn showing concern towards his wellbeing, voicing fear of him hurting himself, saying things like "I was worried you hurt yourself"

There are times like Salem cornering Jimmy and Martyn going "Salem, back it up, go back a few blocks, get away from him". Times like them talking about food and Jimmy says he's the priority so he should eat. Martyn naturally questions it and then chases him around for a bit, threatening to hit him, but then throws him the food anyway without arguing against it...

Something about Martyn not being entirely against the padded cell that Jimmy made for and trapped him in briefly. Martyn willingly goes in there when "he's had a thought" and says for Jimmy to trust him to stay in there even though one of the doors is broken and keeps opening. Something about Jimmy's ideas being given a chance and made use of even when its. a fucking padded cell

There's an episode that starts with Martyn calling Jimmy upset and a loser as is not at all unusual (grrr) but then he goes all soft "How you doing, you alright? Sorry I've been away" and all I can do is shake my fist, unable to quite punch him. There's something here about Martyn struggling to express affection, really well showcased in the bread incident too, without having a go at Jimmy first as if it were a balance that he needs to keep in check, rather than being nice to Jimmy just... because.

There's a trap they build, mostly Martyn, and he claims "Jimmy was such a big support" and Jimmy naturally goes "I didn't really do much" but all Martyn replies is "well its this kind of trap that having two people work on it would have been difficult..." thank you for validating Jimmy and not making a joke out of him for "doing less"

There's this kind of respect towards Jimmy here largely absent from a lot of other people in other SMPs...

Jimmy shushing Martyn and Martyn actually shuts up. Wow basic decency and respect towards my son !!! Jimmy suggests a viewer suggested bevarage name for their little pub thing, and Martyn says it's bad, but when Jimmy reinforces a little later that he thought it was good, Martyn encourages him to put up a sign for it anyway.

It's not just Jimmy who's being accused of having done something etc. Jimmy's also more assertive towards Martyn and asking him if he's sure he's not done anything bad. And also holding Martyn accountable. This is largely a saving grace for Solidwood to me as opposed to some other Jimmy relationships in select SMPs because it goes both ways here even if still in uneven portions...

There's also Jimmy's antics being played into it as opposed to being disregarded or made fun of. A lot of it tends to be turned back around to making fun of Jimmy and then that's it, that's the joke, but with Martyn, he participates in the jokes. Jimmy can just ask for silly stuff or be silly and Martyn will easily go along or provide without knocking him or anything. Jimmy "can I get a cool intro please" and Martyn will just do it without question. The whole thing they had with Evo news (genuinely please go watch this one tiny animatic of one of their "Evo News" segments on Jimmy's channel, it's so adorable). Or whatever other cringy joke bits they do. Mmgh I just wish this was the case with more people than just Martyn

This kind of stuff, a lot of the time does still involve teasing Jimmy, but it's fun... It's not just fun on Jimmy's expense, it's fun that involves him, and that makes this endlessly more enjoyable to me than the "lol Jimmy is incompetent and stupid and deserves no rights" jokes with no further nuance to them. Those do very much appear in Evo still, and do hurt me, although I see no harm to them as long as they're less frequent and as such don't become fully stale after the first few times, but at least it's not. coughempiresseason2cough cough.

Idk where else to put this but Martyn and Jimmy start the "Property Police" bit in episode 2 already and it goes on for pretty much the entire series. They both adopt specific names for it though. Jimmy decides on “Pete Bills” but it’s mostly just him who ever uses it. Martyn picks “Morty” and Jimmy continues calling Martyn that for the entire series. Kind of cute of them to have nicknames for one another, Morty and Timmy respectively, even if it was Grian who started the Timmy bit

1.5 Setting Jimmy up for failure

This kind of casual hitting and deprecation from Martyn is what I think leads to Jimmy's further minimization and need of dependency, which I brought into question way back at the start. While Property Police is largely pretty carefree and accountability and such isn't always one-sided and can go both ways, there are so many things to point to in retrospect as frontrunners for repeating themes in how Jimmy gets treated by others, and how he views himself. A lot of Martyn's treatment of Jimmy both within and after Evo make me grit my teeth but there's these saving factors... Where Martyn evidently does really care, and he'll at least sometimes express as much... What gets in the way is his tendency to be hot-headed and selfish, and skewed in his ways of affection and pride

It's so fucked up how Jimmy's led to believe to have been at fault for so many things that happen to him through all the deprecation and reinforcement of him being the worst player of the bunch. How when he apologizes, no one tells him he's no need to.

Before one of the portal hops, when everyone’s having a meeting to switch versions, someone trapped Jimmy in 4 Iron doors (idk who, Jimmy cut it out) but Grian goes "don’t worry I have a way to get you out of there" and blows the doors up with TNT. He then asks Jimmy to clean it up and Jimmy's all "sorry I'll clean it up" and he keeps apologizing. Another time when Jimmy loses a race in evo and Mini punches him "you're stupid, Jimmy, you're stupid, you should have won that race" to which Jimmy briefly flees before going back to him to apologize (doesn't that sound familiar...grrr)

It started with Martyn, who Jimmy followed around, supported, needed and missed, and then X Life Joel (Jeremyism) and then 3L Scott etc. Jimmy doesn't need to depend on anyone, that's just how his fucked up love life and expectations of affection (and when whether or not he deserves any) have gone, cause I feel the need to reinforce that Jimmy is very good and capable, he is!! If the damn Enderdragon fight is anything to go by if nothing else!! He should start murdering people!! Anyway

Appropriate time to think again about Martyn, in 3L, voicing concern over Scott slapping Jimmy around, when he has also admitted to using Jimmy ("Sometimes I feel that you use me" - "I 100% do")

For further similarities, few times Martyn scolded Jimmy, like when Jimmy accidentally kills Martyn at one point with a single pickaxe swipe and Martyn scolds him like "alright, now you get back on the surface, bring all my stuff back to me" and Jimmy can only stutter and make a few whimpers. His “How were you on that low H- How… Hmph :(“... I want someone to hold Jimmy so badly you don’t understand... or the time Jimmy and Martyn were standing by the blaze spawner to get double spawning rate, when for some reason Jimmy decides to leave and take a little gander alone at which Martyn very angrily goes "did you just leave? You can't do that! Are you guys seeing this teamwork??". He's getting scolded... No blazes were spawning and he got anxious and needed to go for a walk Martyn it's okay...

Also like. He lived and slept in the same room as Jimmy all throughout. Something about Jimmy only ever being part of at least SOMEWHAT nice relationships when he's sleeping together with that person and not alone. coughs

2. Jimmy and Netty (and Martyn) thoughts

Seeing as Netty's skin is a bush baby and she built a treehouse, I'm still sticking with the headcanon that little Martyn and Jimmy just found this creature (Netty) in the woods one day. Anyway

Martyn, Jimmy and Netty are on a goose chase and I found it really cute how they came across a decent water crossing, Martyn asks Netty in chat "boats or swim?" meanwhile Jimmy is already swimming off and Netty doesnt answer and just jumps in after Jimmy. He and Netty also fall down the exact same hole simultaneously later, it’s adorable.

When they make it to where the new portal is, Netty hits Jimmy into some water, to which Jimmy of course shakes his fist, and then later Netty accidentally nudged him to his death by fall. Jimmy said she will pay for her crimes, but it was an accident Jimmy... she didn't mean it that time... And then Netty's slowly crawling towards Jimmy with her head down, occasionally looking up with puppydog eyes no doubt. You know the cubito body language. But Jimmy's just shaking his head at her.... Jimmy feels bad though, I think, so he went up to her but she thought he was going to attack and ran away

Jimmy POV vs Netty POV (yeah I don't blame her for getting scared lol) Jimmy's disappointed though and says "I'm done with her" :(

In a later episode, Jimmy is helping Netty gather resources for her library. They go mining together, both having very little to their name and almost no torches, Jimmy mistakenly asks Netty for sticks before realizing he already has plenty but Netty gives him hers anyway and they rejoice and laugh about it... She also says "in real life I would actually trust you with my life but in Evo I do not want anything to do with you, you are too mischievous". Because this mentions the CCs specifically, and I'm strictly talking about characters, I'm not gonna think about it much but idk, I like that Netty's reasoning is "You're too mischevious" and they're just laughing about it. Netty's and Jimmy's banter in general is just really cute. There's a point where she's saying "Stop trying to make that a thing!" in response to Jimmy using this phrase "fan dabi dozi" with his own little inflection and when Jimmy asks "does it irritate you?" she says no, it makes her laugh. It's something about the way Netty does very much tease Jimmy but there's much less maliciousness in it than there is for some other people doing the same. She's not as quick to fault or accuse him, and she's quicker to laugh things off in unison and not at Jimmy

When they're done mining, Jimmy offers and gives her all the resources that he mined, to Netty's very genuine surprise though. Jimmy reasons "that's the whole reason I came with you" and like, yeah, he's right, this was established lol, but still... He's not being taken for granted... Netty didn't just assume he'd hand his resources over... And then Netty's New Years resolution is "to make Jimmy be less mean" ???? Netty.......

In spite of the few hiccups that I find hard to excuse though, Netty's attitude towards Jimmy is very similar to Martyn's when he's being nice. Basically what I already said a paragraph ago. Their banter is largely cute (when it involves Martyn, too, they make for a very fun and cute trio) and she spends the last episode with Jimmy and Pearl and it's very bittersweet

Other Jimmy things

There's a bit they do at the beginning of an episode where Jimmy attempts to propose marriage to Martyn. "Oh my god you need to see this, you need to see this, basically I've been... I've been thinking a lot lately and um-" - "Mate I'm already taken" (Martyn whips out the rose that Netty gave him early on and that he's kept in his hotbar ever since (mad cute btw))

At the very start of the SMP, Jimmy and Martyn immediately run off together and they're very sweet but anyway when Jimmy finds his first iron, he calls Martyn over to remember the occasion. Martyn then whips out 3 iron like “oops I already got some” but. Something about Jimmy treasuring the moment like that… Something about him and resources…

Jimmy is also claustrophobic apparently, with Martyn commenting about feeling bad about making him crawl through a tight space although Jimmy says it's fine. I'm just... thinking about 3L FH... their secure, claustrophobic base at the edge of the world away from everyone else... and Jimmy's few attempts of reaching out... Jimmy..... sorry this isn't about 3L uhhh

When Netty questions why Jimmy's bad at handling Creepers, he says "it's my parents"?? With the previous implication that the "chief" figure is Jimmy's dad, did the chief not teach him how to fight... This is kinda funny but also kinda sad because it makes me think of him being treated as the runt of the litter and no more, he was not the favorite child...

Zee throughout Evo is in direct opposition of the property police, being one of the two members of the mafia. He's responsible for doing and helping in many pranks aimed against the property police. In spite of this, near the end of the SMP, when he has reason to be upset with Jimmy, he's ultimately pretty nice about it... Jimmy's been stealing all his chickens from his chicken farm and not leaving any for Zee, but even then Zee is not that confrontational with him about it... Jimmy tries to derail, Zee catches on, Jimmy insists whilst also admitting to it and Zee's like "haha ok go on". Jimmy also tried to kill him but Zee caught on and killed him instead, but because it was with lava and all of Jimmy's stuff burned as a result (including all of Zee's TNT that he'd just stolen), Zee felt bad and gave him all the diamonds he had... Zee has 3 reasons to be upset with Jimmy, and Jimmy is usually the runt of the litter, the punching bag, and yet... Thank you Zee for being relatively kind to my son

Hello insane person for reaching this point. When my life series merch is ready I will start giving people like you discount codes at the ends of these posts. wink10 for 10% off. Remember it. Go read my X Life Jimmy thoughts too if you haven't. please

#blabber #jimmy solidarity #solidwood #property police #evo smp

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bumblesimagines · 22 hours

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Lip gallagher: "are you seeing someone else?"

"ill do better next time" ?

"ill do better next time"

"are you seeing someone else?"

Pronouns: They/Them/Theirs, GN!Reader

You couldn't quite put your finger on why Lip seemed so... off. He traced your facial features with his fingertip, running it over your nose, lips, brows, anywhere he could reach really. You stared at him, searching his face for any signs of intoxication, but his breath remained free of alcohol, he hardly stunk of weed, and whenever he got high on anything else his pupils would usually expand so much they nearly covered the blue. Nothing going on in the Gallagher house seemed like it could put him in a good mood. It was as hectic as usual.

"I should... I should go." You murmured and pushed yourself up, internally apologizing to poor Ian for having used his bed. It wasn't your fault Lip had a bunk bed that could easily fall with yours and his combined weight on it, and you definitely couldn't use Fiona's when Steve hung around. "I have a ton of homework-"

"I could help you." Lip sat up immediately and reached down, hooking his fingers around the strap of your backpack and lifting it up onto his lap. "Come on, what do you need help with? English? Physics?"

"It's- Lip, it's fine, really. I don't have money on me, anyway."

"Nah, don't worry about it. I can tutor you for free if you want." Nothing ever came free when it involved a Gallagher. They always needed money, whether to pay the bills or fix something broken in the house. You blinked at him and then made a mental note to ask Fiona if he'd gotten ill with some weird virus.

"Lip, I swear it's fine." You assured him, taking the backpack from his hands and clumsily climbing over him to get up. He watched you, a small frown forming on his face as you set your backpack down and began getting dressed. You swooped down to peck the corner of his lips and wiggled on your pants. "I just- I have a project with someone, and they already offered to help. Mandy said they were nice so-"

"Are you seeing someone else?" Ah. "I mean, since-..."

"What? You think I've been acting strange since the birthday you forgot about? Or since when you ditched me to hang out with Karen and I had to find out from Ian and Mandy?" You tilted your head, tightening your belt and arching a brow at him. Lip winced and sighed, running a hand over his face.

"I said I was sorry, alright? I'll do better next time."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." You shook your head and picked up your shirt. "But from now on, my business is my business. You don't get to ask if I'm seeing other people when you've been hooking up with Karen."

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Title: The Ocean's Whisper

Pairing: Merman Chris x Human OC (Violet Carter)

Synopsis: Violet wants to end it all but the last minute is saved by the mysterious man who she hasn't seen in her town till that night.

Warnings: fluff, eventual smut, angst, sea monsters, and much more

THIS IS NOT COMPLETE

I have had enough of people. Their comments. Their stares. Their whispers loud enough for me to hear. They want me to suffer? Fine. I'll suffer. Wiping away the tears from my cheek, I look into the darkness of the ocean below me. A soft breeze runs through me as I try to come up with a solution. The waves, the ripples in the water, would it take me away with it if I was in it?

Letting out a deep breath, close my eyes and let myself submerge in the freezing water but somehow, it's a relief. I feel lighter. Stress free. Maybe now my mom won't have a daughter to compare others to. Maybe this is best. For me. For others.

I want others to forget me.

I want to forget.

Black.

Fins. Tail.

What? Why do I feel someone pulling me back?

"Come on," the voice says as the sudden constant pressure on my chest forces me to take a deep breath, coughing out water.

Taking a few breaths, I finally look up to the person who 'saved' me. "What...."

It's a man. Black hair, brown eyes, water dripping from his hair and face, such luscious lips. Shirtless? "Why did you do that?!"

"I saved you! You were drowning!" The accent coming from this guy had my lady bits screaming. Now is not the time, Violet. "If I hadn't gone in time-"

"I didn't ask you to save me!" I spat out.

He blinks at me, perplexed. "Wait, you wanted to die?"

I hold my head in my hands. It was going so perfect.

"But why?"

I look up. Where had he come from? I haven't seen him in my town before. Was he new? "None of your business like you," I air quote the next word," 'saving' me was none of your business."

"But those things would've eaten you alive."

"Come again?" What is he on about?

"You didn't see them because you're not..." He suddenly stands up and looks towards the ocean. "It's here."

"What's here?" I asked.

"Tristan."

"Who the hell is Tristan?"

My question was answered as a low, deep rumble cry vibrated through the air. It was almost like it was announcing it's presence. Then I saw it. A tentacle. A very long on. Then another. And another. "What the fuck is that?"

He swivels towards me. "You can see it?"

"Uh, yeah? It's almost like a gigantic squid!"

Then he smiles. His pearly whites on display. And the dimples? I almost tripped....on air. "You're the one everyone has been talking about!"

"Uhh....come again?"

He grabs my arms, I'm suddenly feeling warmth from his smooth hands. "And I saved you! Okay, I need to head back to report and tell them I found you. Oh man, they're going to be thrilled-"

The tentacles of this Tristan seemed to be getting closer. "I'm sorry, but who are you? What is," I point towards the sea," that? Am I dreaming?"

"That is a Kraken. My name is Chris."

"A Kraken."

"Yup yup," he nods.

"I'm dreaming. Or dead." I pinch my arm, hard. I flinch in pain. "What the fuck?"

Chris suddenly grabs me by the shoulders making me face him. "Do you trust me?"

"What?"

"I need to take you to the council. But in order to do that, I need you trust me."

I raise my eyebrow. "What does that have to do with me trus-mmpfh" I blink as I'm cut off by a pair of lips on mine. I punch at his chest but holy, why is he so strong? And his lips.....I find myself melting into the kiss, tilting my head for better access.

Reality comes crashing through me and I push him back with all my might. "What are you doing?!"

Then I feel it. The waves of the ocean.

Then I hear it. The murmurs of people from the market behind us.

I touch my neck. "What did you do?" I feel it again, the 3 slits on each side. Almost like fins.

"They're temporary. But necessary. You need to come with me."

To be continued....

A/N: soooooo what do you think?

#bang chan #christopher bang #stray kids bang chan #chris bang #bang chan fanfic #fanfic #stray kids #bang chan merman #merman #sea creatures #skz fanfic #skZ

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Hi!! I hate to intrude on your blog but I don't have a blog to talk abt this stuff (too risky) and I can't talk to anyone about it irl so I was wondering if I could go on a mini rant abt my ed bcos I'm a little fed up w myself rn 😭.

So, I've had what I like to call Ana Lite (TM) for a few years now (I used to eat smaller portions at meals to shrink my stomach/appetite) but it devolved into a full blown ed around Oct 2023. That's when I started seriously losing weight (and tracking it). Well, I've been fat all my life. And I don't mean skinny fat, or midsized, I mean fat fat. Like, (medically) obese. When I started I was 85.7kg. Between Oct and Dec of last year, I lost down to 72.8kg. I felt amazing, I had hit two of my gws and felt motivated.

Well, afyer some intsnse fluctuation, for the past 5 months or so I've maintained at 74.8kg. My honeymoon phase was over and I was no longer motivated to actually fast and get actual progress. Well, about 2 weeks ago I decided to change that. I weighed in then at 74.7kg and at the end of that week I was at 72.5kg (a new lw!!) I was (and am) overjoyed, but there's one issue. I fast as much as I can, but I can't avoid dinner or meals on weekends bc of my parents (my parents have both already asked me if im eating, i cant risk them knowing). My period was supposed to come that week, but as it normally happens when I fast, it didn't start until I started eating more on the weekend.

My period makes it so so much harder to fast bc my cravings get so much worse and you already gain weight on your period, which means I'm constantly bloated and feel fatter than usual. Anyway, my goal is to hit 59kg before I go back to school next year (important weight bc at my height it means I'll be 15 lbs under overweight) and it'll be so much easier if I lose as much as I can before summer starts bc once I'm home all the time it'll be a lot harder (I'm also currently unemployed, so ik getting a job again will help.) I have 2 weeks before summer hits and I really really wanna hit 68kg by then but I'm scared I gained weight this week 😭 and I rlly just needed to talk about it bcos I haven't eaten all day and I'm about to go to the gym and I need to make sure I don't binge afterwards bcos I'm supposed to weigh in tomorrow.

(Also I feel rlly bad about this but my friend who is Chinese and slightly overweight very vocally hates her body and definitely has an ed but if I were to let her know I have one too or that ik she has one it wouldn't end well. That's not the part I feel bad about. This summer she's going to china to stay w her mom who is very skinny and very fat phobic and ik the ppl around her probably won't care if she starves herself and I feel so bad for feeling this way but I'm so scared she's gonna lose a ton of weight without me. She's always been skinnier than me and the way she talks about herself makes me feel so much fatter but I love her and we've been friends for such a long time. The one thing I have going for me is that I have skinny legs and she has expressed so many times how jelous she is of them and I feel so shitty that it makes me feel good about myself. Everything between us already feels like a competition, I just wish we could both be skinny without the drama. But also, i don't want her to go to the hospital or anything I want her to get better and all of this shit is just so confusing 😭)

So so sorry if I annoyed you! I just don't have an outlet for any of this stuff (other than my journal lol) and you seemed really sweet.

(🐚 for me to find later if you do decide to post)

Hii!! Im not gonna respond to everythinf you said, my apologies!

But im so glad you were able to rant and please feel always welcome to, either anonymous like this or in my dm's youre always welcome ♡

Hope you feel a bit better :) and tysm for calling me sweet ahaha you seem nice too

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𓈒ㅤׂㅤ 𓇼 ࣪ 𝒫 LAYTHINGS 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ⭒⠀

꒰͡ ⠀ ִ Lee x Fem Reader ⠀ׂ ⠀ ͡꒱

♡ㅤWhen he finds out you have nipple piercings 𝅄ㅤೀ

˚꒰🍑꒱‧ Hi there! Before you read this, you should know that English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!

requested by lovely @oathofthee ♡

Lee couldn't resist the allure of his girlfriend's tantalizing body. As they lay entangled beneath the sheets, he gently caressed your smooth skin, his fingers tracing the gentle curves of your breasts.

Suddenly, his touch stumbled upon an unexpected discovery—two tiny, sparkling studs adorning your rosy nipples. A gasp escaped his lips as his eyes widened in awe. 'Woah, baby,' he whispered, his voice laced with amazement. 'Are those...?'

You giggled softly, your face flushed with equal amusement and embarrassment. 'Yes, silly. Nipple piercings. You never noticed before?'

Lee shook his head, a broad smile spreading across his face. 'Not a chance. I was too distracted by your...other assets.'

With a newfound curiosity, he reached for one of the piercings, his fingers gently pinching it between his thumb and forefinger. A shiver ran down your spine as he pulled it playfully, eliciting a small moan from your lips.

'Does that hurt?' he asked, his voice concern mingled with a hint of naughty intent.

'A little,' you admitted, arching your back slightly. 'But it also feels kind of...nice.'

His lips curled into a wicked grin. 'Nice, huh? Let me see if I can make it even better.'

Before you could protest, Lee's mouth descended upon your breast, his warm lips circling around the now-pierced nipple. His tongue tentatively flicked at the stud, sending a jolt of electricity through your body.

'Oh, my god,' you gasped, your voice trembling slightly. 'That's...that's amazing.'

Encouraged, he continued his exploration, his tongue swirling in and around the piercing. You clutched at his shoulders, arching your back in response to the exquisite sensations.

'Do you like that, baby?' Lee murmured between kisses. 'I can make it better.'

With expert precision, he began to tug and pull on your piercings, each movement eliciting a sweet moan from your lips. The stimulation was both pleasurable and somewhat painful, but you couldn't help but enjoy the attention.

After a few moments of intense play, you began to grow a little too excited. 'Stop, Lee!' you cried out. 'That hurts!'

He immediately pulled back, his face filled with concern. 'I'm sorry, baby. I didn't mean to hurt you.'

You pouted and glared at him playfully. 'Well, next time, don't be such a tease.'

Lee chuckled and leaned down to kiss your forehead. 'My bad. I'll try my best to be more gentle.'

To make up for his transgression, he spent the next few minutes showering your breasts with kisses and gentle caresses. His lips traced the delicate skin around your piercings, his teeth nibbling playfully on your swollen buds.

As the intensity of your arousal subsided, Lee took the opportunity to share his newfound appreciation for his girlfriend's body. 'You know what, baby,' he said, his voice sincere, 'I actually think your piercings are really sexy. They add a little bit of spice to your already incredible body.'

You smiled and snuggled closer to him. 'Thank you, Lee. I'm glad you like them.'

And so, the night ended with the two of them lying in each other's arms, the nipple piercings serving as a reminder of their playful encounter. As you drifted off to sleep, you couldn't help but feel a warm glow in your body and a deep sense of love for the man who made you feel so cherished.

@ 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒔 . 𝐷𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑒, 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡, 𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘𝑠 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑠.

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Ghost Stories 05

Feat. Hera Syndulla + Kanan Jarrus/Ezra Bridger + Sabine Wren

Story Context: Kanan grows increasingly concerned about the growing rift between Sabine and Ezra after the Sith Holocron incident. With Hera's permission, he locks them both in the Ghost's airlock to force them to talk through their issues.

Breakfast time on the Ghost was usually a lively affair on most mornings (well, morning as Hera counted it - as a rule, for someone well-travelled as she was, whenever you woke up counted as morning).

Kanan could usually be found in the corner, sipping on a fresh mug of caf and reading up on the Holo-Net for the latest news of the day. Zeb typically brushed out his hair as part of a necessary daily grooming routine; Chopper was in the cockpit, checking the ship's systems.

Sabine and Ezra, the two teenagers aboard, could always be counted on to be found at the communal table together, chowing down on the meal and doing their usual back and forth about whatever held their interest at the moment: one of Sabine's newest artworks, the outcome of a recent mission, or making Zeb paranoid about potential bald spots.

With recent events however, the once cozy atmosphere of the Ghost crew sharing a meal together felt like a distant memory. Kanan had become blind, a result of his ill-fated trek to Malachor. Ahsoka had perished, seemingly, against the Emperor's top enforcer, the Sith Lord known as Darth Vader.

And as for Ezra, he almost succumbed to the temptation of an ancient Sith relic; in his quest to prevent future tragedy, the Sith Holocron had caused a dark, angry persona to develop in the young man. Ezra had become increasingly erratic and reckless in his missions, aiming to cause maximum damage to the Empire at any cost.

Thankfully, he had been saved by Kanan's intervention. But the influence, Hera noted, still remained and was keenly felt by everyone in the crew despite Ezra's apology and promise to do better. There was some distance now, between the young Jedi and the crew. Everyone was still trying to figure out how to move forward, weeks later.

One person, however, seemed particularly affected by Ezra's recent descent towards the dark side. Sabine, Ezra's closest friend, had become increasingly distant and cold towards him as of late.

Carrying two bowls of steaming porridge to the communal table on this morning, Hera announced, "Dig in. It's fresh."

Ezra, sitting at the table with a mug of fresh juice next to him, eyed the food with wolfish interest. Smiling, he said, "Thanks, Hera."

Sabine walked in, wearing her standard Mandalorian armor, hair freshly dyed and trimmed.

Ezra waved at her. "Good morning, sleepy-head," he teased.

Sabine didn't reply to him. Without glancing at Ezra, she took her bowl of porridge from the table and said, "I'll eat in my room, if that's okay."

Hera saw Ezra's smile fade. "Sabine, why don't you - ", she started to say before being cut off.

"I've got a lot to do today. Can't stay and chat. See you later," Sabine said abruptly. She turned around and disappeared down the hallway leading into her room, almost bumping into Kanan.

"Sorry, Kanan," she mumbled before continuing on her way.

"No worries," he replied. Despite his newfound disability, Hera had the sense that Kanan was observant as ever. The older Jedi knew something was up with Sabine regarding Ezra.

Ezra quietly ate his meal alone, clearly trying to act nonchalant in the face of Sabine's casual disregard. Hera sighed and stepped away to speak with Kanan privately.

"You caught all that?" she murmured to him.

He tipped his head towards her. "Of course. Sabine's emotions spiking all over the place regarding Ezra. Hard to miss; it feels like standing next to a live electric cable in the Force."

Hera watched the young Jedi eat another spoonful of porridge in silence. She knew Ezra was taking Sabine's recent distance towards him hard; the two had been close before his incident with the Sith relic. He blamed himself and had been working doubly hard since then to right the wrongs that were inflicted while under the influence.

It was difficult work to make amends, she knew. Hard to regain trust once it's broken the first time.

Still, she wondered if Sabine wasn't being too harsh towards him.

"How do we fix this?" she asked.

Kanan stroked his beard, contemplating for a moment. Then he said, "I've got an idea, if you're willing to play along."

She arched a curious eyebrow at him. "I'm listening."

He turned towards her with a small, evil grin. "I need to borrow the airlock."

A knock came while Sabine was finishing maintenance on her blasters. "Enter," she said.

The doors slid open to reveal Hera. "Can I borrow you for a second?"

"Sure," replied Sabine. "What's up?"

"Need your help checking some faulty wiring in the airlock. Shouldn't take long."

Sabine stood up, stretching tired muscles. Whenever Hera said that maintenance wouldn't take long, it usually ended up being a mess requiring hours of work. The Ghost had seen its fair share of scraps; the venerable freighter had stayed true throughout the years of service under Hera's command, but it wasn't meant for combat. The added wear and tear coming from duties outside its capabilities meant extra repairs.

Arriving at the airlock hatch a minute later, Sabine was surprised to find Ezra waiting there also.

He blinked at her. "Sabine?"

She turned to Hera. "What's this about? I thought it was just going to be the two of us."

Hera let out a brief sigh. "Change of plans."

The airlock hatch hissed open -

An invisible force gave a firm shove to Sabine's back, propelling her forward into the airlock. A moment later Ezra followed suit, almost falling over her.

"What the - " Ezra gasped.

In the opening, Kanan was standing there with an exasperated Hera. He gave them a sardonic salute -

And then the hatch shut with a resounding thud. The airlock's interior went pitch-black as the power was shut off.

Sabine awkwardly clambered over Ezra and banged on the hatch. "Hey!" she yelled. “What the hell are you two doing?"

Hera's voice was muffled through the durasteel hatch. "Kanan's idea," she replied, sounding apologetic.

"You agreed," came his reply. "And supplied the airlock."

"Yeah," Hera retorted. "And if there's any damage from these two because of your brilliant plan, it's coming out of your hide, Kanan Jarrus."

From behind Sabine came a groan. There was a rustle of sound; in the darkness, she could just make out Ezra's figure sitting up from the floor. "I've got a bad feeling about this," he sighed.

"What plan?" asked Sabine through gritted teeth.

Kanan spoke up. "You and Ezra need to talk. Can't have you two acting all frosty towards each other. Not now."

Sabine's face heated up. "I'm not acting frosty towards Ezra," she snapped.

There was a pause. Then, Ezra's voice came through the dark, sounding sad. "You really don't want to be in the same space as me, huh," he remarked.

She turned towards him. In the pitch-black, she couldn't see much of him, but it wasn't hard for Sabine to imagine those bright blue eyes - and the look of hurt in them.

"That's not - " she started, then stopped. Forcing herself to calm down with a deep breath, she said softly, "It's not like that, Ezra."

From the other side of the hatch, Kanan said, "Sounds like you two have some talking to do."

Sabine banged on the hatch in response. "We'll play along with your stupid plan, Kanan. But this will be a private talk. You and Hera can beat it."

There came the sound of a muted conversation from the other side. Then Hera replied, "We'll be down the hall. Bang three times when you guys are finished."

Sabine gave them a couple seconds to leave and then clumsily felt along the airlock's wall until she found Ezra. "Scooch over, goober," she said. "It's tight in here."

Ezra obliged her. They sat in silence for a few moments, absorbing the ridiculousness of their situation. Sabine leaned her head back against the wall, trying to corral her thoughts and feelings into something coherent.

"So, are we not friends anymore?" His tone was casual, which did not soften the question's delivery in the slightest.

Sabine winced, feeling like something sharp had pierced her heart. She took a deep breath and then turned her head towards him. "Ezra . . . I'm going to speak for a little bit, okay? I just want you to listen."

A silence hung thickly between them as she awaited his response. She really wished the lights were on, just to see his face, how he felt.

But maybe it's better this way, she thought. At least, for me.

"You scared me, Ezra Bridger," she said quietly. "You went off the rails and almost got yourself killed. And I couldn't do anything except watch it happen. You're my best friend and there was nothing I could do to prevent you from going down that path."

"The Sith Holocron," said Ezra cautiously. "I was under its influence."

Sabine shook her head. "It's an amplifier. Like any other type of power. It amplifies you, makes you able to be . . . more of yourself, do you understand? I've seen you and Kanan use the Force to do some amazing things, but this? It wasn't corrupting you."

There was a pause. "I don't understand," Ezra said.

She poked him hard in the chest. "It's you, di'kut. It was all you. The holocron brought out the darkness, but it was still you, Ezra. That anger, that recklessness, that raw power - it was always there. And it will always be there. And that scares me."

Sabine heard Ezra inhale sharply in realization. "Oh," he said quietly. "Okay. I get it now."

"Do you really?" she asked. "You'll be tempted from now on. It will be harder not to draw upon that power again when faced with tough situations in the future."

"Is it really so bad?" he shot back, frustrated. "I'm trying to save people - the people I care about from dying!"

"Like Ahsoka," pointed out Sabine.

"Yes," he replied. "You weren't there, Sabine. You don't know how it feels to be powerless like that. Our enemies wield power like that, how are we supposed to fight back? Ahsoka was my friend! What use is this power if I can't protect the people that I love?"

"And how are you protecting those same people if you get yourself killed?" Sabine shouted. "Jedi are supposed to know better - you are supposed to know better! You're the best of us, Ezra! Kanan is always saying that you have to control these feelings, or they control you! You let your anger and grief over Ahsoka's loss get to you and almost lost yourself!"

She could feel her friend's hot stare. "You're one to talk about feelings," he countered. "I've been trying to speak with you for weeks. Kanan had to lock us in this airlock just to get you talking."

Sabine deflated, feeling the sting of truth in Ezra's words. "Yeah," she muttered. "I know."

"So, what?" he asked. "You're still scared of little old me?"

"Not just you," she said wearily.

"Well, what else is there?"

"I'm also scared of myself," Sabine said. "Okay?"

She could practically see the gears come to a grinding halt in his head. "What?" he asked, confused. "You're scared of . . . yourself?"

"Were you listening? What was the first thing I said to you?"

"That . . . you couldn't do anything to help me. All you could do was watch," Ezra recounted slowly.

"Yeah," said Sabine. "So don't talk to me about feeling powerless. You watched a friend disappear on Malachor without being able to do anything - and so did I. Only it was you with that Sith Holocron."

Chagrin radiated off Ezra like a heat wave. "I'm sorry," he said softly. "Being forced to leave Ahsoka to face Vader alone . . . that's how you felt seeing me succumb to my anger, wasn't it?"

Sabine leaned against him, relief washing over her. "Finally got it through your thick skull, di'kut."

She felt him reach through the darkness and grip her hand. "You helped me plenty of times, Sabine. You never left my side."

Sabine shook her head. "I was enabling you. There were many nights that I stood outside your door . . . I knew you were listening to the holocron. I wanted to barge inside and drag it away from you. I couldn't do it."

She swallowed. "Because I was scared."

"Of yourself?" he asked. "I still don't understand."

"Of my feelings," she whispered. "All this time, Ezra Bridger, you fit into this neat little box. And then Malachor happened. And now you don't fit anymore. You're too real."

"I'm . . . too real?" He sounded bemused. "What, was I an imaginary friend or something?"

She punched him lightly. "Don't laugh."

In the pitch black she could just make out Ezra putting his hands up in a placating gesture. "I'm not, I promise."

"Good," she growled. "It's just . . . you got complicated. You weren't supposed to be. I don't know how to act around you anymore. That's why I've been avoiding you. I'm sorry about that."

"Relationships are complicated," Ezra said. "You ran away when things got difficult, in the past."

"And I did it again. I'd rather be in a shootout with an army of stormtroopers than talk feelings. It's just easier."

"Well," Ezra said dryly, "that first skill is probably more important considering what's going on."

Sabine snorted. "Don't kid yourself. They're both important. Even with this war against the Empire. Emotional baggage can be deadly in a firefight, just like a well-aimed blaster bolt."

She squeezed his hand affectionately. "My feelings for you haven't changed, Ezra. We're still friends. We'll always be friends. It's just . . . complicated now."

"Okay," he said. "So . . . we'll take it slow, then. Think of it as a fresh start."

Sabine nodded. "I like that."

"I promise not to pick up anymore Sith Holocrons. You promise not to freeze me out when you're upset at me. Sound good?"

She laughed. "Sounds like a deal, goober."

"Good," he said seriously. "Now, let's get out of here. I think my leg's starting to get a cramp."

Sabine stood up, wincing at the protest from muscles that were idle far too long. With her fist, she banged on the airlock hatch three times. A few moments later, the hatch hissed open as the power returned.

Kanan stood there with Hera, a smug grin on his face. "Had a good talk?" he asked.

She narrowed her eyes at him. "Someone's in a good mood considering he just locked two kids in an airlock without power."

"Happy to help," he replied cheerfully. Hera sighed, took him by the arm, and lead him away.

Sabine turned around to see Ezra rising on wobbly legs. "You coming?" she asked.

"Yeah. Hey - you keep calling me di'kut? Is that a Mandalorian term of endearment or something?"

"Oh," she said. She hadn't realized that some of her native tongue had slipped out while talking with him. "No, it's not. But I say it with affection when I use it for you."

"Thanks," he growled. She smiled mischievously at him.

He took a step forward - and tripped over a raised step. Caught off-balance, Ezra began to fall -

Sabine caught him.

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