#Ezra: wait my dad’s blind

[inquisitor-apologist]

Do you think the Sith Holocron told Ezra to cut his hair or was that bad idea all his own

[bi-lavelent]

Brie Larson x fem-reader part 1

warning: contains mentions to sex and mentions of mental health. Contains mentions to murder and killing. Contains mentions to pedophillia.

Brie will not be in the chapter it is just the start. I hope you enjoy

Chapter 1 Childhood Trauma

"Mothers, everyone has one, Every girl needs them, Every man wants them, Every baby cries for them, Every human praises them." - Y/N Y/L/N

My life starts simple; While At Least I thought. You see the story I was told growing up was. My gorgeous, beautiful, Intelligent Mom met  my Handsome, Funny Dad and fell in love. They got married and then they  had me. It was the Exact American Dream, It wasn’t Gatsby and Daisy. My Dad and I were best friends. They Made me realize who I would want to marry. We were always going to be that perfect little family. Although that’s where the happiness ends. The rest isn’t  good, though how much stuff do you think can happen in 9 months? less than a year you're probably thinking not that much. Well trust me a lot can happen, my mom did everything a person could do to ruin my life before it even started. But for you to be able to know that part of the story you will need to wait till I'm older, like I did. 

Born into a Christian and Catholic family, and when I say that I mean it my dad was the youth group pastor and my mom was well she said she was catholic that should have been my first signal. That all being said, I was raised to have pride in my family and to love god. I met my childhood best friend at church. Her name was  Ezra Lee. She was named after a colonial Soldier from the 1800s. He was supposedly related to her. The first memory I have is of me and her playing in a sandbox 

. . . . .

"Hey, I have to go to the bathroom." I said to my best friend Ezra Lee  

"Okay I'll wait here." She said back to me

. . . . .

Looking back at this event makes me look at how simple our lives were, You see we thought that we would always get to have this perfect life and in a way her stayed okay or atleast better than mine. I ran into her a few years ago. She was in New York for New years and she had stopped at an ice cream shop in time square. I'm still not sure if I was happy to see her have the life. We both always dreamed about. We had promised each other that we would set each other on blind dates were we would meet our husbands and we would be the others kids' Aunt. But given that was back when I thought I was gonna marry men we were clearly wrong because now I’m writing this while my wife is sitting on the couch watching a romcom. I guess things never go according to plan anyway. Back to the past I realize How happy we were. How innocent  we were. It also makes me question why I didn't realize what was happening around me. It should have been obvious to me but I guess that when you're a kid you're oblivious of what happens around you. I mean it was normal for our  parents to leave their kids in their backyard alone at the age four but then again we were kids and this was normal to us. I have very few memories of being a happy child but I do remember this next fairly clearly. Because it has affected the rest of my life. You see in Colorado I was told by my mom that the normal age to lose your Virginity is 6. So the next part isn’t really going to affect a lot of my life but at the same time it has everything to do with the family I’ve built for myself. 

At a young age I did not only have feelings for the boys at my school but also the girls being a christian I thought that this was wrong. It might be that as an adult it's still hard to tell what's true and what's not but this one thing as a child had a big influence on my life. I remember being five and dating this girl back then dating was more like being best friends. When you're a kid you make a lot of mistakes; But I never thought that I would make this one. As a Preschooler and Elementary student I was considered a bit of a player, and to be honest my friends and my partner still think I am. I would chase the boys around and tackle them and kiss them I would pay them to date me; and like every player I cheated.I was at five and at spring break camp and went behind this boy that i still had a crush on named Christopher to get a crayon to color with, and I saw an opportunity my mind raced back in forth between his back and my lips, Back, lips, Back, lips. This was my opportunity so i sized the moment and  leaned down and kissed him. This was the end of everything. 

I was  popular or so I though you see I didn’t relize that people only liked me because they were scared of me, not because people liked me.blooming back I would have been scared of me too I was a lost kid who didn’t understand how to deal with emotions. Not only that but I had ADHD and Autism you see people love me because I’m diffrent now. But kids are scared of they don’t understand. You see I was like “Young Sheldon.” But my parents didn’t want me to be but you see she liked me she made an exception.she accepted me as an equal not someone to be feared atleast that was until I fucked up. You see she was the one for me the one that I had just messed everything up with. The day that we went back to school everyone in every grade was talking about what I had done. I didn't realize what I had done wrong (I mean it was a elementary relationship those don’t even count right; well apparently they started to count somewhere along the line. But I should also let you know that most pepole in Colorado lose there V card bettween the ages of 5-9  I didn’t no matter who I liked. I’m old fashioned I wanted to wait till marriage. That didn’t end up happening but once you have it with the person who you marry it’s not the same. You feel a spark of deepest emotions and regrets finally being released.) until I saw her and I felt this pit in my stomach grow. 

I walked up to her but kept staring at the ground and said "hay" 

she didn't not respond 

I started to say what I wanted to say and then the bell rang so I said to her, "I'll see you at recess. I want to discuss this."

I made it through the rest of my day with my head down until recess when I got outside I ran up to her smiling. We started to walk around and then I said, "we need some privacy to talk about this." so we moved to where no one could hear us.

She said, "Why did you do it?"

I responded looking down at the ground and kicking the dirt with my feet, "I don't know June."

June responded to me by saying, "Was it a dare?"

A part of me wanted to lie to her and say yes but the mature side of me developed and came out and said,"No."

She responded, "Why did you do it then?"

"I don't know but trust me there's not a bone in my body that doesn't want to take it back and doesn't regret doing it." I said as A tear fell down my face i quickly got rid of it in hopes that she wouldn't see it 

She told me, "How can I trust you when you cheated on me." ( by the way the only thing that I did was leaned over and kissed this kid on his back)

"I don't know what i was thinking." I said I took a pause to catch my breath so that I wouldn't cry and finished by saying,"I don't know if we can have the same level of trust but I will try every day for you to forgive me as long as it takes."

She stood up and Said "I don't think it will be i don't think i can trust you ever again."

"I love you." I said looking straight into her eyes making sure we both were making eye contact. ( I didnt love her because at this point in time I don’t know what love was. My  gorgeous family is across the room; As i wright  this and I don’t fell the same about her as I do about them. But at that point in time I thought I loved her things changed)

"And I hate you." she replied

I just stood there not knowing what to say. I wish I had said something because it might have saved me from these next words but then again I don't think anything could have as the two words I never wanted to come out of someone I loved mouth.

she said, "were over."

My world went dark I ran away crying and that pit didn't leave for a long time neither did the me not smiling and me not laughing and me not being happy it all went away for a very long time. So did the popularity the same day as everyone saw me being vulnerable and weak. I lost it all. Yet did I know that this was just the start of My Trauma as a child. This day ended everything good going for me or so I thought. You see for a long time I thought that no one else would care. But little did I know that there was someone having a normal life in Sacramento California. You see I was 8 when this happens which means she was 6 and attending the American Conservatory Theater which is located in San Francisco. See it’s weird saying all this because we have an 8 year old and a 6 year old right now and I just am so happy that there lives will be diffrent then ours. Anyway The next thing I know I was in the principal's office everyday. I remember one day Threatening to kill a kid and I was down in the office when the principal walked in. 

"Hello Jefferson," I said

"Hello Y/N," He replied 

"Can we just get this over with," I snarkly replied

"There are some people here to talk with you." He said in stern voice

I looked behind him expecting to see my parents but what I saw wasn't that It was two police officers. One started talking to me.

"Hello Mrs.?" one of them asked

"Y/L/N" I said

"Well Mrs.Y/L/N Im John. Will you come with us please," He asked

"Why?" I said standing up

"Hay SIT." He yelled as he pointed a tazer at me 

"Your not the boss of me." I said

Everything went fuzzy and black The next thing I knew I was getting taken out of the school in handcuffs and being put in the back of a cop car. It turned out they thought it wasn’t John though it was an officer who got fired shortly there after. I went to the station and waited at the station until they called my mom. I could hear the call. 

John asked,"Hello is this Mrs.Y/N/L ?"

My mom replied, " Yes, who's this?"

"This is officer john," He said well smiling at me

"What you want officer," My mom said 

"Well I have your daughter here, we need you to come pick her up." John said

"Yah no That's not gonna happen." My mom said and hung up.

I was seven and this isn't even the worst of it. I Stayed in that jail cell till anyone in my family would pick me up. Sadly no one ever did it was 1 year and 9 months until I saw my mother again but she wasnt there for me she was being arrested herself. They didn’t really have room for me in the officer area but I made that cell my home. I just don’t know how permanent it would become. 

I chuckled in my head and said in my head "that's where I got it." 

She had been there for a few days to get clean. The officers John, Peter, Liam, Roy, Rodger, Rodney, Zack, Kyle, Steve and Tony all treated me like family, not like a prisoner but like one of them. I remember Liam coming over to my cell and sitting down to play cards with me.  Well playing he told why my mom was there how she got caught high and selling drugs, how she was already wanted for being a sexual predator. Do you think this is enough trauma yet? Yah I would have too if i were you, but my life had other plans. They found my father 2 months later. He and my mother had split once she had started getting into drugs and when he found out that she was a sexual predator. We Were happy for 2 years. When he started drinking I was 10. When he started drinking he drank so much that some nights he wouldnt even be home when I would wake up. He would abuse me and I didnt know what to do. So one day I went to the police station and ran straight into peter. 

"Hello peter," I said

"Hay chipmunk. why are you here?" He said

Them  he looked at me and saw the bruises they kept me there until they arrested my dad for abuse. They gave me 2 options. I could change my identity and become a foster kid or I could live with my grandparents. I said i wanted to live with my grandparents and they drove me their  and gave my stuff to my grandparents thats were I lived until College. It was 1 year later I was 11 and I had to make a family tree i kept bugging my grandparents to tell me about my family but they just would ignore it. 

Until  one day my grandma set me down and said "do you really wanna know about your family," 

See I mean I really didn’t need to know because the assignment was done already as this was 9 months later. Which they used to keep me knowing because everything I mentioned happened in 9 months and a little bit before than.

I replied "yes"

"Okay sit down Me and your grandpa met in college and fell in love. your mom met your dad's brother and his friends in highschool, and your mom is a bit of a psychopath. You see she killed them, she stabbed most of them and burnt a couple alive. With the help of your father's ex wife. Who I think you know because she was your childhood best friend's mother .  Your father and your mother met in college in therapy. Your father for the death of his brother and Your Mother for mental help. They started dating, got married and got pregnant with you. The first four months she slept with your fathers ex wife.  You see your father and her got married Junior year of high school and were only married for only two years. Your father did not know they murdered a bunch of people in those 4 months about 43 people to be percisis they broke up to hide from the cops they got plastic surgery to not look the same so that the

 cops wouldn't find them. They weren’t that’s smart of people your mom never had been but the only time she was smart was when her sisters pet died or when she was getting in trouble you see she was always in the principal's office. ( wow just like me) After they broke up Your mother started hooking up with your fathers father, your grandfather your mother killed, your fathers mother your grandmother. Your mother slept with a highschooler 14 years old that kid was. The next was 17, then 12, then 9, then 10, then 5, then 4, then a 15 year old. She  wrote in journals that she couldn’t stop because they always made her fell so good. (I still question if this is why she kept on touching my legs when we were laying together.She always wanted me to sleep next to her. Another thing that only the cops knew for a while I find it hard to talk about is that my dad told my mom to go into the bedroom so they could do stuff she grabbed me and said can she come too.My dad stopped her and said no.) but she  kept those kids  in the basement of a house only she and no one else knew she owned .  Well she was still with your grandfather. your grandfather and her used to do drugs ( later on I also I found out that they would drug my dad and do drugs of off him and have sex on top of him while he was drugged.)in his son's house well he was at work at this time your mother had been pregnant with you 7 months. She stabbed your grandfather well sleeping  next to him. Blew up the house with the kids in it and then once your father found out she was doing drugs he checked her into a hospital to get her clean and make sure you were okay. they stayed married tell you were 1 to make sure she wouldn't do drugs during this one year he caught her cheating on him with the man you called dad for the rest of your life and divorced her your mother set her ex girlfriend up with your father they had your sister also and named her Ezra if I’m right she way your  best friend thats why they were always over there your dad divorced her when she cheated out him with your mother and the man you called your father. So did you really wanna know your family history?" she  asked me

" how do you know all of this," I asked

she pulled out a bunch of journals and diaries "because your mom wrote everything down."

When I said trauma I ment trauma. This drove something deep down in my core. You see I had always wanted to be a cop to give families the justice that they needed so I headed to the police satiation and ran into Johnson arms crying I could breathe I finally told him everything and . I showed them all the journals I stayed there for the night. The next day we went to the location where my mom had hid all the bodys that stupid bitch kept track of everything. My dog is even better at hiding his bones in our bed. Although I  was praying that they didn't find anybody, once we started finding bodies we never stopped finding the bodies there were too many too count. It guess she hadn’t stopped after I was born. I looked down in shock Crying. I walked up to John. 

I didn't know what to say but I said Cryinging " I want a normal life again. Everyones gonna look at me diffrent. I know that can't happen now but i'm willing to prove against my mom wrong. I feel bad for all these families but I want to do something normal.". 

John and I had a talk along with my grandparents and we decided that it would be better to have me be homeschooled. So that the bully wouldn’t get to me. It didn’t but I still struggled. I would go to the local store and people wouldn’t sell stuff to me. I was outside playing in the street and a car pulled up. It was the parents of the kids they had come to yell at me. They said I shouldn’t deserve to be alive and that they should look both me and my mom up. My grandfather came out and stopped him.

John wanted me too atleast stay near kids and I said theater actually what happened was. 

"Like what?" John said 

"I know i can't go to school yet because they don’t trust me and that i need to be acclimated into normall that’s why im doing homeschool but maybe( I looked down a saw a poster for a theater production at a highschool for Chicago there was a hot girl on the front wearing only a bra and pants.) i could start with doing theater." I said (hopping there would be hot pepole)

That's when this career choice started. That's when I made the first decision that I can remember. I arrived there that morning as a 12 year old left feeling like a 30 year old; With back issues needing a back massage and foot rub but that was all after my moms went to court

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[outerbankies]

okay SO i know you said be more specific about steamy content. i feel like a steamy back of truck make out with new light rafe seems v on brand

anon understood the assignment! here u go bestie

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new light blurb: the wonder of you — rafe cameron

new light masterlist

this is just new light!rafe and y/n making out tbh! let’s say this takes place like part 3ish?

“Work was fine.”

Kiss.

“My dad and Ezra let us off early to go golfing. Got to work on my project until you were free.”

Kiss.

You push Rafe’s head back just a little, your hands holding both sides of his face so he’s looking right at you, no longer hiding his face in your neck to press more kisses into your skin. His hair’s a bit messy where you’ve been running your hands through it, lips spit slicked and a little red, perfectly matches the rouge dusting his cheeks. You can’t help but admire your handiwork.

Half of you just needed him to pull off of you before your pulse point gave away how much his touch was affecting you, but the other half of you is intrigued by what he said.

“When are you gonna tell me what your project is?”

“When it’s done, sweetheart,” he grins, shifting up your body to kiss you on the mouth. “How many times do I have to tell you that?”

You tug him down to get lost in him for a little longer, feeling one of his thighs press into your own to push your leg up just a bit higher, giving him more room to settle in. You pull back when another thought comes to mind; you half expect him to be annoyed, just want you to stop talking so you can keep kissing. But Rafe is pulling off immediately, hand reaching up to tuck some stray hair behind you ear.

“And did you say you were waiting until I was free?” you ask. You expect a blush on his cheeks but he just laughs, pecking your lips again before quirking an eyebrow.

“What else would I do?”

“You have so many things you could do here, Rafe.”

“But none of them are you,” he says, like it’s obvious. “Why would I waste my time?”

“Rafe,” you whine, feeling the skin of your cheeks burning. Your bodies are pressed right together where Rafe lays over you, supporting himself with his elbow on the side of your head. It’s warm tonight, so he’s got on athletic shorts and an old t-shirt, hair originally tucked under a college hat. You were dressed casual too, in leggings and a t-shirt, at this point wishing you’d worn shorts just so you can feel more of his skin against yours—just so you could feel more of Rafe.

The two of you had laid together on your backs for just a little while, innocent enough but still with your sides pressed all the way together. But then there was a lapse in conversation, your intertwined hands stilling where you’d been tugging on with his rings—Rafe had flipped his hat backwards before he leaned into kiss you.

But as soon as he rolled over you and situated himself between your thighs, it’d been knocked off to the side, your hands tugging on his hair.

“Did you go golfing with them after work?”

“Nah.”

“Hm, we should go.”

“You hate golf. How, I’ll never understand. I can’t believe you grew up on Figure 8 and still can’t play a decent game of golf.”

“S’boring,” you shrug, fiddling with his shirt collar. Rafe narrows his eyes. “I like the pilates classes better. Yoga’s fun too.”

“You went with us all the time in school,” he says, stopping suddenly to look back up at you, hips fully pressed into yours at this point. “Just wanted to sit and watch me, huh? In your little skirt, asking me to pay for your mimosas—”

“Raaaafe,” you groan. “Stop.”

“No, you’re so cute. Fuck.”

You just roll your eyes, letting him slip a hand under your shirt, his thumb slipping under the high waist band of your leggings as he splays it across your stomach. “Get down here.”

Rafe leans down and lets you kiss along his jaw, only shying away a little bit when you get to the ticklish spot near his ear, smiling when you laugh. He’s got a hand in your hair, cradling your head in his hand so you don’t have to lay it on the ground, your ponytail long ago tugged off by Rafe (he slid it on his wrist for you to take back later).

“What?” he asks, when you pull off and smile up at him. His thumb strokes along your jaw, eyes searching your face. “What are you thinking about, baby?”

You roll your head to the side to kiss his palm. “That I can’t believe we’re both 21 years old, making out in your truck like teenagers.”

The way Rafe’s smiling down at you makes you just have to surge up and kiss him again, thumb swiping over his bottom lip when you pull back.

“You would’ve never, ever let me bring you up here when we were teenagers. But don’t tell me you never thought about it,” he says confidently.

And this fucking boy—of course you had thought about it.

When Rafe had texted you this afternoon to ask if you wanted to take his truck up to one of the lookouts that night, you blushed like the teenager you used to be, the one that was always wishing Rafe would notice you. Of course, a few weeks into this summer romance you’re starting to see all it would’ve taken was you being a little less blind.

But here you are all the same, if a few years late, letting him drive you up the mountain, spread a few blankets out in his freshly cleaned truck bed and casually take you apart with his lips on your skin while you two just chat about your days. And you can’t even wrap your mind around it now, but you know you would’ve let him mack on you in high school, too—not that he needed to know that, at least not yet.

When you don’t say anything to his accusation, biting back giggles until he realizes you’re fucking with him, his head snaps up. He catches your smile, rolling his eyes. “You think you’re so funny. Jesus, Y/n/n.”

“M’sorry,” you giggle, sucking in your breath when he tugs your t shirt collar down. “You’re just so cute when you’re oblivious. Of course I thought about it.”

“Oh, I’m oblivious?” he laughs incredulously, eyes flickering over your face. “C’mere.”

It’s a useless command, because he’s the one hovering over you, in control while you lay under him. But you still feel a shiver at the way he just can’t seem to contain himself, can barely pull off of you to say something before it drops off to a murmur that his lips are pressing into your skin.

“Wait, not on my neck this time,” you pant, hand tugging at the hair on his scalp. “Please? I’m almost out of concealer and it’s gonna take forever to ship out here.”

“Did you not buy any before you moved home?”

“When I came home, I didn’t exactly plan to spend the entire summer letting you bite me,” you laugh.

He narrows his eyes. “But you like it.”

“A little.”

“Well. Since you said please,” he says lowly, moving to suck a hickey into the front of your shoulder instead, blunt nails digging into your skin a little while he stretches the collar of your shirt. “Here good?”

“Mm. Mhm,” you hum, feeling his teeth brush your skin, before he’s pulling back and pressing kisses from the mark back up to your mouth.

His thumb immediately presses into your shoulder, smirking when you let out another whine.

“A little, huh? That’s what I thought,” he laughs, his breath fanning across your neck. He leans back abruptly, rising to his knees and holding his hand out to pull you up. “What are we gonna do with you?”

You follow his lead, leaning up to give him one more kiss that’ll leave him in a daze, moving around him to hop out of the bed. Rafe balks at you doing it without his help. You just shoot him a look over the side of the bed as you walk to the passenger seat. “You could take me home.”

He scrambles to open your door for you.

[dinandgone]

Fic Recommendations:

Hi 👋, seen as I’ve inadvertently taken a little writing break to do some art I thought I’d post some of my thoughts and fic recommendations from writers which I am absolutely loving at the moment, so please go and show them the love they deserve! 🥰

Quick disclaimer : Most of these fics are 18+ so if you are a child please turn around and go back from whence you came thank you. Individual warnings are on the fics themselves 

Lay it on me (series)~ Javier Peña x fem!reader by @queenofthefaceless                          - all of their fics are top tier but this fic writes Javi so well and if you want a rollercoaster of emotions then this is perfect. You can find their main masterlist here 

The Nomad (Series)~ Mando x fem!Reader by @clints-lucky-arrow           - I ABSOLUTELY LOVE this fic. It explores the reader of a character type I haven’t really read on here before. Not to mention Mack is the         sweetest and I have her to thank for me deciding to continue writing my fics. You can find her main masterlist here

Won’t you let me go down in my dreams, pt.2 ~ Frankie Morales x F!Reader by @charnelhouse                                                          - Did this fic make me cry? Yes. Yes it did. The way they write Frankie’s insecurities is *chef’s kiss*. They also write some awesome Mando x  F!Reader fics which I’ll pop the masterlist for here

Strike me down ~ Pero Tovar x afab!reader by @foli-vora                           -this fic is definitely 18+ and I did need a moment of silent reflection and prayer after reading this because holy fuck is it HOT 🥵 . I will also place her main masterlist here. 

Mysticus ~ Ezra x afab!reader by @juletheghoul                                        - this is one of the best SoulmateAU’s I have read on here and the way she writes Ezra honestly makes my heart melt. You can find her masterlist here. 

Love is Blind ~ Agent Whiskey x F!Reader by @no-droids-on-sunday        - honestly it’s beautiful and I didn’t know I needed it until I read it. All I have to say is prepare for Soft!Whiskey. You can find her Masterlist  here 

Forever (is a long time) [Series] ~ Din Djarin x f!reader by @1800-fight-me - Another utterly fantastic Soulmate AU that I cannot get enough of, I binge read the whole thing in one afternoon, the way she writes Din is *chefs kiss* and I honestly can’t wait for this to update. You can find her masterlist here.

No body, No crime ~ Dave York x F!Reader by @mandoalorian               - this fic was the fic that threw me head first into the depths of the dark corner that is the Dave York pit. She writes Suburban murder Dad™ so well, and it will definitely leave you in need of some peaceful reflection       afterwards. You can find her full masterlist here. 

Black Velvet ~ Din Djarin x Fem!Reader by @moonlight-prose                  - I honestly didn’t know I needed 1980s biker Din Djarin in my life until I read this fic. It is so beautifully written how he doesn’t have his armour yet his hardened demeanour is still captured perfectly and yes its HOT. You can check out their masterlist here. 

Well that’s all for now folks but I think I’m going to make this a weekly thing, be sure to give these lovely writers all the love and attention they deserve 

[mandoalorian]

Pedro boys when they get jealous??

Pedro’s characters getting jealous

Headcanon masterlist

Din Djarin

Din will shrug it off and pretend like he doesn't care or doesn't notice. After all, he's a bounty hunter and he has bigger things to worry about. But he just can't shake the feeling. He likes you so much, and although you're both taking things slow, he really doesn't want to lose you to some slimy crime syndicate. He closes himself off, talks even less than usual, and becomes very focused on his bounties. You eventually have to pull him to one side and ask him what's going on. It'll take a lot for Din to admit the truth, but when he does, you're able to comfort him and reassure him that you won't ever leave his and Grogu's side.

Maxwell Lord

If he sees someone flirting with you at a charity event or gala, he'll get very defensive. He'll stalk over to you and wrap his arm around you, reminding everyone that you came here with him. You're his. You're a little taken aback by his sudden onset affection but you soon realise why he's doing it. He might even come out with a crazy villain one liner like "I will leave you here with nothing to defend yourself from the wrath you certainly will face". (yes that's from the movie and I just love it when he comes out with the most dramatic things!)

Oberyn Martell

He is so used to sharing you with Ellaria and his other lovers, he can't imagine himself to be a jealous type. But when you accompany him to Westeros and a Lannister apprehends you, he's mortified. He'll pull the man to one side and whisper threats in his ear, drawing out his dagger and holding it against his neck. "If you ever near my love again, you won't live another day."

Frankie Morales

He'll probably feel insecure, and uncomfortable if he sees someone flirting with you. He'll be too shy to approach the man and tell him to back off (unlike Santiago or one of the other guys). He'll wait until their finished and pull you to one side. "Hey baby? Can we get outta here? I wanna go some place where it's just us." he'll say, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. He starts to get super protective and he just wants to be somewhere alone with you.

Marcus Pike

No no no, please don't let this angel get jealous. He's already been through so much. He would feel absolutely defeated if he saw someone flirting with you. He'd go home and wallow in self pity, watching all your favourite movies and listening to your favourite records— because he believes that he's lost you. He hasn't, of course. He's just used to all his relationships breaking down because his partner ends up leaving him for someone else.

Max Phillips

We've seen Bloodsucking Bastards right? He doesn't get jealous. He's a vampire. Does he even have feelings? Let's say that he does. The guy flirting with you will straight up get a punch to the face, just like Max did to Evan. Max will prove to you that you're his through sex and he'll leave marks (bites) all over your body which will show that you're already taken by him.

Dave York

He'll murder them. I don't know what else to say. He gets so angry and defensive, he'll hunt them down and literally kill them. And he'll get away with it. And then he'll come home to you, pepper kisses all over your body and tell you how you're his forever and he loves you. He says "sweetheart, I hope you know I'd kill for you." Of course, you don't think he's being literal...

Ezra

He thinks it's useless confronting the guy who has been flirting with you for the past few weeks. It doesn't matter to Ezra. What matters to him, is proving to you how much he loves you. He needs to give you a reason to stay, and he wants to give you a reminder that he's best off with him. He'll do all this through loving touches and kisses and the whispers of sweet poetry as he caresses you through the night.

Javier Peña

He doesn't usually get jealous, mainly because he's never really been in a long term relationship. But even just after a few dates, he finds himself getting protective over you. He swears you're perfect for him, and he's never met anyone like you before. You're endearing, fresh, beautiful, and he doesn't get bored of you (which is usually a big problem when it comes to Javi). He doesn't realise how he truly feels until he's faced with the fact someone from work has been flirting with you. Javi is filled with a blinding rage and he'll start wanting to do more PDA, especially in the office.

Jack Daniels

Oh boy, another one who'd get so incredibly defensive over you. He is very confrontational. He'll approach the guy who has been flirting with you all night and completely set him straight. If the guy dares question Jack— it's over. The guy must have a death wish. He'll then turn to you and carress your face, reminding you how much he loves and cherishes you.

Marcus Moreno

Missy is the first person who can sense her father's jealousy. She rolls her eyes, flicks her hair and tells him he needs to get over it. She'll talk some sense into him. "You have no reason to be jealous, they'd never get with that loser. They love you." Missy nudges her dad playfully and goes back to listening to her music.

Javi Gutierrez

A guy at at one of the house parties brings you a drink over and flirts with you, and Javi sees. Javi will get so upset and so insecure. He'll probably lock himself in his bedroom and watch Paddington 2 on repeat for the rest of the week; crying into a tub of Ben and Jerry’s. You finally cave and demand to know what the hell is going on with him, and he admits seeing a guy flirt with you got him so worried you'd leave him. You shush him and wipe away his tears and promise you'd never leave him for anyone. You love him unconditionally.

Pero Tovar

He gets very territorial around you. He's rough, very handsy, and kisses you all over. He wants to make his mark on you and show the world that you're taken by the esteemed Pero Tovar himself. Women want him, men fear him, but he's yours and you're his, and that is not up for discussion.

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The Phenomenon of The Immortal Sun: Jasper Hale x Fleur Swan, Chapter 8

None of the characters in Twilight belong to me, all rights go to Stephenie Meyers.

"The secrets you tell me

I'll take to my grave

There's bones in my closet, but you hang stuff anyway

And if you have nightmares, we'll dance on the bed

I know that you love me, Even when I lose my head Guillotine."

Guillotine by, Jon Bellion.

POV:Fleur's

Timeskip: 2 days later.

I had finally come back, my hand centimeters away from that beautiful warm glow. When I grasped it, it lit my veins, every curve and crack my skin had acquired, binding it together again in some way. It traveled to my shoulders and cheeks, it then hit my eyes. My heart and soul were no longer just cold and dark but guided by that orange soft light. The deep pool of water I came out of no longer tried to tie me back down, pressurizing me to its depths. Part of me was free, or maybe something was missing and I didn't know what that was until he came into my life... my precious Ezra. I had glanced down at myself, fully repaired and healed... and finally fully satisfied. I looked back up as a bright orange light blinded me, I walked toward it, the water began to pool at my feet.

Then...I woke up.

My eyes shot open, I was in the same position I was in when I first blacked out. But, my energy was back, my body was finally healed and I didn't feel the constant need to feed, I was back. I shot up and walked toward the door, eager to see my son, and my husband but they beat me to it first. Jasper was carrying him, he was hiding a smirk behind Ezra's tiny little head.

"Someone wants to meet you again..." He murmured. I smiled and held my hands out to him, he reached out for me immediately.

"Hi, little one..." His chocolate brown eyes were identical to mine and my father's. He grasped my cold finger and just stared at it, he seems inquisitive.

I looked back up at Jasper, the smile hadn't left my face. He guided me into the lounge room where everyone was waiting for us. Rosalie rushed up to me seemingly eager to talk to me.

"Fleur...Ezra is just... ugh he leaves me speechless." She said, happiness was evident in here.

"He leaves me speechless too...I mean, look at that little face." I said looking at him.

"You've been through it short stack... I heard you over the phone. Welcome back." Emmett said, standing next to Rosalie.

"Thanks Em." I said gratefully to him.

"Welcome back, Fleur, Ezra had been waiting to meet you." Esme said smiling.

"So glad to see you back to yourself Fleur." Alice said, she then smiled. Dean was next to her, he gave me a short nod and smile.

"Fleur, your eyes... they finally have become golden," Carlisle noted.

"I mean... you had to be there, blood definitely was still in my body... the operative word is was." I joked. I scanned the room, I didn't see Bree at all, she must've been out with Seth. I felt a small hand try to reach for my face, Ezra let out a huff of breath in frustration since he couldn't reach me. I giggled before looking down at him, he grasped my cheek before I was suddenly in a trance, it looked like I was in someone's chest, I recognized it to be Jaspers. But then, I could tell I wasn't in my body as Jasper glanced at me with fondness.

"Looks like you were right darlin, he's a boy." I heard Jasper say, happiness was laced in his voice.

It now seemed Ezra was looking down on me. I looked rough and completely out of it, but I felt love and fondness as he looked down on me.

"He's beautiful... Ezra is beautiful." I murmured before the vision faded.

"What was that?" I asked looking up at everyone.

"Darlin, what's the reason Alice can see the future, that I can control emotions, that you track people... he's gifted." Jasper explained.

"I have to ask Fleur... where did the name Ezra come from?" Rosalie asked.

"It was always one of my options... it reminded me of Esme's name. She's been a mother to me for 5 years so... I thought it was only right. Ezra Royal Hale... I think that's a good full name... Royal reminds me of you Rose." I said.

"It's beautiful." Jasper said to me.

I looked at Ezra, completed fixated on him now. I noticed that he wasn't exactly the size of a newborn baby.

"How long have I been out?" I asked.

"Two days." Carlisle replied.

"He grows really fast too then huh?"

"His growth is unprecedented."

I whipped my head around, immediately noticing dad had just come over.

"He knows I gave birth?" I asked, they all nodded quickly.

"Fleur, Fleur?" You up yet?"

"Yeah dad come on up... someone wants to meet you." I said excitingly.

He ran up the stairs meeting up with us, his eyes locked on Ezra who was looking at him with curiosity.

"He looks just like you Petal." Dad said tearfully.

"Dad... meet Ezra." I said handing him off to dad, who looked at him with so much love it made my heart full.

Dad walked over to the couch, his eyes never leaving Ezra's. I sat next to them and Jasper had joined me, we smiled fondly at the pair of them. Dad had didn't say much to him except for "Hi, love you, and he's perfect." We had all sat in peaceful silence when a question popped into my head.

"Where's Bella and Edward?" I said out loud. Everyone had unsure looks on their faces.

"We're not sure... they moved out of the cottage they were living in." Carlisle said.

"I found out Bella is a shield, she's starting to block off my visions of her. I can't find them anywhere." Alice added.

"Has she talked to you at all dad?" I asked, Ezra, let out a big yawn in Dad's arms.

"No, she hasn't talked to me since the honeymoon."

"I hope we find them... I don't trust them much." Jasper muttered.

POV Change: Bella's

"Come on love, we have to get going," Edward said, he was grinning at me.

"Yeah...it's going to be a long trip down to Volterra."

[madmiriam]

My Mando (Din Djarin) /oc's backstory idea (includes alot of rexsoka shipping)

Warning!! : I can't spell for toffee and Tumblr deleted all of my proofreaders edits. Obviously she doesn't want to do it all over again so I've had to make do.

(a clan of three by madmiriam (Me)

We all love the mandalorian, Din Djarin is so sexy as single dad and we all love him for it. But this makes it hard to write and engageing original character to go with this perfect specimen of a man, one that we can really connect with. Well I have a salutation, to connect with a character it helps if that character is also connected to a character/characters that you already know and love. So I give you my original character Jaig.

Look:

Like the picture above, originally I wasn't going to have Din and Grogu in it at first but I have a habit of making life difficult for myself, so your welcome.

Personality:

As an adult, she's calm and patient and has a sarcastic sense of humour.

As a child, she has a bubbly personality, a contagious smile, and an insatiable curiosity.

Strengths:

she finds it difficult to truly hate anyone, no matter what they've done, she proffers to look at the reasons behind the actions of others before jumping in for revenge, that's not to say she doesn't get angry at people, but her anger is not fuelled by hate. She has been fully trained in the use of weaponry, such as guns, granaids and other such, and has had a small amount of training with a lightsaber when she was younger. But afters a experiencing a tragedy at the age of 9 she hasn't touched one since, she proffers the us of DC hand guns. She is also a fairly good pilot and mechanic.

Weaknesses:

back when she was a child she had a hard time using the force when when overwhelmed. If the thoughts and feelings of others got to much, she would become force blind. When she grows older, (for certain reasons you will find out later on in. This story) she completely cuts herself off from the force. Unless her emotions get to much go handle, then the force would almost explodes out of her. She also doesn't do well when she's alown. Having grown up in various large family atmospheres. If she is not around people she cares about and loves, she will become closed off a dipressed.

Back story: (now bear with me, this storyline is set before she meets Din, its just an introduction to this character)

Jaig (due to her small Jaig eye like markings, and her father's personal connection to the simble) is the daughter of ex jedi padawan Ahsoka Tano and her mate/husband Captain Rex. She looks mostly human like her father, with the same amber eyes and his family's dark hair. But with the same facial structure of her mother, and a slightly darker and olive tinged skin tone. She also has distinct white making that were almost identical to her mother's. Except instead of diamond shapes on her forehead, she has jaig eye like markings. She was born 6 years after the clone wars ended, while her parents were on the run from the empire. Rex and Ahsoka had found it impossible to part from one another after the events of order 66, and after travelled from place to place avoiding the empire for a long time. Their feelings for one another grow, and they eventually married through the use of mandalorian marriage vows.

They built a home in the stars, and after a few years, to their great surprise and happiness they conserved and had Jaig. Things were finally looking up with the birth of their new found hope for the future.

(Their new found hope for the future/baby Jaig by madmiriam (me)

But it was not to last. It was hard enough to hide themselves, a clone and a ex jedi from the empire. But now adding a force sensative baby to the mix as well, it made it damn near impossible for them all to stay together. Which; after a terrifying encounter with one of the Empires Inquisitors, forced them to make the difficult decision to part ways. Rex would head off insearch for a new home and hopefully find and de-chip as many brothers as he could. While ahsoka would keep traveling around the stars with Jaig. Avoiding the empire and its ruthless inquisitors, whilst trying to help Jaig build up her Shields. They both agreed to keep in touch and once Jaig's Shields were up and safely secure,(which for the average youngling would take 5 years or so) they would rejoin each other and dicided what to do next. But a year after their separation Rex's comms and messeges had stopped all together, and by the time Jaig had reached the age of five and had built up some suitable shields around her mind, neither she or her mother had herd from her father in over 4 years. Her mother was adament he was still alive, but as she grew older Jaig had a hard time believing her. For if he was alive why hadn't he come to find them? Why was he not answering her mothers messages that she still sent on a regular basis?

By the time she was 6 her mother was approached by Bail Organa, in regards to starting a rebellion, and that is what they spent the next 4 years working towards, staying in the shadows gradually building up a resistance to eventually overthrow the empire.

She and her mother met the ghost crew when she was 9 (the same age Anakin had been when he was found by qui gon) and after an uncomfortably close encounter with a mysterious Sith lord called Darth Vader, Jaig's mother disided it was time to bring her father into the fold, and sent Jaig of with the ghost crew to find Rex.

When meeting her father she had opted to wear a scarf to cover her face markings and, chose to withhold her name, and who she was until she found out more about the man who was her father. She was apprehensive about him. As she had no memorie of her dad, for she was only a baby when he left. The only thing she did have, was this warm comforting feeling that she felt whenever her mother spoke of him. A feeling of being held to a large ferm chest in two equally large and ferm muscular arms. Wrapped in a soft wool blanket. Her mother told her that this was the force making an imprint on one of the more emotional moments of her like. But all the same, she proffered to be cautious.

After spending some time with Rex and his bothers. She found her self really enjoying there company. Aspecially her father's. Who dispite having no idea who she was, had already shown that he had a clear paternal instinct. Particularly when teaching her and Ezra how to fish for "Big Bongo". However Kanan who clearly didn't trust Rex or his brothers had spent most of his time hovering around ether her or Ezra protectively, eventually telling them about his exspirence with order 66, an event her mother never talked about.

After seeing the heartbreak on her father's eyes at the memories he and Kanan spoke of. She desided it was time to tell him who she was. But that decision was cut short however when she overheard Rex telling Ezra that he wasn't going to come back with them. Even though he now knew her mother was alive (1 year after separating when the message's stopped he thought both his wife and child to be dead) Jaig ran of in tears when hearing this. She climbing down the ladder of the the AT-TE and walked ferther in front of the walking monstrosity. Away from everyone else. She had finally gotten used to the idea of her father coming back with them. Had become exited by it even. But now, the fact that he was refusing to come with them. Back to his home, his wife, to her. It hurt and overwhelmed her, more than she could say.

She didn't however see what happened after. When Sebine came out and acused Rex of selling them out, of contacting the empire and never answering Ahsoka's messages; at which point he finds out about how Wolfe had withheld all the messages from Ahsoka for 8 years. Thinking he was protecting his brothers from a potentially vengeful jedi. Rex was furious at Wolfe for hiding his own wife's messages to him, and coursing him to miss so much of his only child's life.

Rex: "we have a daughter Wolfe!!! My Jaig, my baby girl doesn't even know who I am because of you!!!"

Wolfe:(was shocked and full of regret when hearing this) "I.. I.. Didn't know... Rex I'm sorry, I didnt know"

Ezra:(recordnises the name) "wait Jaig? you meen our Jaig, Jaigs your daughter?"

Rex: "wait what?"

At this point they hear a shrill scream coming from down in front of the AT-TE. It was Jaig, she was being attact by the prob droid that had been sent by the empire.

The clones immediately go into action. Rex is handed a rifle and gets ready to shoot the prob as it backs his daughter into the ground. His ames and shoots true, killing the droid with one foul shot and then quickly dashes down to retrieve his daughter from under the sparking remains of the droid.

Jaig is in hysterics at this point. Having been taken by surprise by the droid along with the emotional turmoil of potentially losing her father all over again. She then resigned herself to just sit there and cry over how foolish she was for even seeing the attack coming. But now she was being held in the familiar strong arms of her father as he held his only child for the first time in over 8 years.

Rex: "I'm here sh shh, I'm here Ik'aad senaar (baby bird, a nickname he gave her as an infant) daddy's here, daddy's got you"

He says carefully stocking her familiar dark brown hair (that was now flowing free as her scarf had fallen loosely around her shoulders, revealing her beautiful face to her father who's eyes were now brimming with unshed tears) to calm her down as he picking her up and takes her back to the AT-TE. Where the others are waiting with bated breaths. Wolfe was holding a blanket out to wrap his shacking niece into and Gregor quickly dashing off to get her a hot chocolate hoping to make her feel better.

Jaig: "I was angry. Upset. You said you weren't coming home and, then everyone felt so angry and scared all at once. It was to much. (sighs) I have a hard time controling the force when I get overwhelmed like that. I couldn't even sence the prob. I'm. I'm sorry"

She exsplans after she sits down and has a few sips of the hot chocolate that had been placed in her hands. Accompanied a number of comforting back rubs from both her father and her uncles.

Wolfe apologies to her. Explains that he's the reason her father had been out of her life for so long. That he was just trying to protect his brothers but ended up hurting his other family because of it. And tells her he understands if she hates him.

Jaig: "your Wolfe aren't you? Uncle Wolfe? Mum (she has a slight clone like accent that they haven't noticed before) told me about you, said you worked with Grandpa Plo"

Wolfe: 😳"Grandpa Plo? 😂 Boy he would have loved to have herd you say that"

He said, both of them smile at each other, Jaig having forgiven her uncle for his laps in judgment.

All seemed well again until the empire calls them back to get the clones to hand over the rebels. The clones now fueled by the new found need to keep their new family out of harms way, tells the empire where they can stick it, and quickly try to usher the ghost crew along with Jaig into the phantom so they can escape While they all get ready to fight.

Jaig: "but I just found you, mum told me to bring you home, I can't leave you behind, da.. Please don't go"

She says clutching at his shirt as he huged her tight before holding her out to face him,

Rex:"no one's abandoning anyone. Jaig look at me (tilting her head to look. Into her eyes, eyes that matched her father's) we're soldiers Ik'aad senaar, this is what we were born to do, but this time we have something to fight for.. Its going to be OK, (presses his forehead against hers) I love you my Jaig eyes, I've loved you from the I first held you. Ha you were so tiny. I didn't want to let you go back then and I don't want to do it again now, but like last time it's something I have to do, to keep you safe, my Ik'aad senaar, (kissed her forhead lovingly) tell your mother I'm sorry I couldn't make it home, and... And I love her ok."

He says before sending her back into the phantom, closing the door behind her before she can stop him.

Things then pan out like it does in the show, the phantom goes back to help the clones take down the walkers and Rex then decides he's not gonna spend any more of time away from Ahsoka and Jaig and choses to return with them and join the rebellion.

The reauion between Rex and Ahsoka continues the same, but insted of just a hug Ahsoka goes in for the kiss (how it should have always been in my opinion).

(this art work was done by @nottonyharrison (please note: this image was used with the permission of the artist,) please go check them out, as you can see their art work is stunning)

They spend most of there time with the ghost crew, Ahsoka makes the Ghost her base to return to after missions, and Rex teaching combat and war strategies to both Ezra and Jaig, but mostly to Ezra, Jaig was; in his opinion still to young to get to deep into the oncoming war.

Rex:"let her be a kid for a little longer at least".

Jaig and Ezra had eventually become good friends, Jaig looking up to him as something of an older brother, following him every where he went like a little shadow. At first Ezra was annoyed, and try to get away from her at every turn. But after a while he found he quite like having someone look up to him for a change. As before her, he had been dubed the baby of the group with the most to learn. But now he had Jaig hanging on his evey word like it was gold. He found he enjoyed the new found responsibility.

Unfortunately with her shadowing Ezra so much. This meant she got into all kinds of trouble with him. Trouble that mostly involved them running down the corridor with an angry Zeb chasing after them. Zeb really didn't seem to like Jaig very much. Said it was like having two Ezras, and one was quite enough. However other trouble also included a short but terrible trip to malachor, where after being told she can't come along she choses to stow herself away on the phantom in the small rashon hold built into the floor, shielding her mind from her mother as they flow through space.

Ahsoka: (on a call to Rex) "well I definitely out rank you😉... 😟How Jaig doing?"

Rex: "welp she's not happy, she gone and hidden herself in one of thoughs little critter caves again, I'm making her favorite tonight so I know she'll show up by dinner time, but all the same😔..."

Ahsoka: "hay don't take it to heart Rex, you and I both know this is how she deals with being left behind for anything, she finds a small place to hide and sulk it out, just be ready with a plate of nuna and a hug and she bounces right back😄🙁 when she comes out tell her I love her, and I'll be home soon"

Rex: "I will🙂😟... May the force be with you" they hang up.

It's Ezra who ends up finding her, just after they land. Pointing her out to a stressed out Kanan and a very cross Ahsoka,

Ezra: "ummm guys, I think we have a stowaway",

Jaig: "before you get mad..... consider being proud of me, I stayed still for hours in there AND I shielded my mind the whole time, so you non of you even knew I was there"

Ahsoka: "DON'T push it young lady😠what were you thinking!! Your fathers gonna be worried sick!!!! 😤😔 welp since there's no turning back now, the sooner we get this over with, the sooner we can get you back home and thoroughly grounded for a year"

The rest again plays out the same, they find Maul, Maul blinds Kanan, they get the sith holocromb but lose Ahsoka in the fight with Vader, though after seeing Jaig who looks so much like the little snippy girl from his old life, the Anakin in Vader hasitates to kill ahsoka and her child, and insted trys to convince the unwavering togruta to join him with her daughter.

Vader:"the galaxy shall never be safe for her Ahsoka, join me and I can protect her from the emperor. Join me and we can over throw him... Together"

Ahsoka: "how can I trust anything you say. If you were truly Anakin then how can you protect my daughter when you can't even protect yourself"

Jaig: "MUM!!!! MUUUMMMM!!!"

Ahsoka looks at her daughter running to her as the walls of the sith temple come down,

Ahsoka :"I'm sorry Jaig"

She say quietly as she force pushes he child into Ezra outside the temple as it fall around her and Vader out of the site of her family.

When all is quiet and Vader emerges from the rubble, after failing to find his former apprentice, the Anakin in him vows that he will not fail her child, he will do everything in his power to insure his master never find her, even if he has to hide her away himself to do it.

When Kanan, Ezra and Jaig return to base, Rex is in hysterics asking around.

Rex:"have you seen Jaig? Has anyone seen my baby?, its been over two days.. I can't find her..!!."

Jaig:"DADDY!!! 😭"

Rex turns to see her running out of a newly landed phantom in tears. Now knowing exactly where she'd been he quickly runs to her and scoops her up in his arm clucking her close to his chest in relief that she was home.

Rex:"you.. Are going to be the death of me, hey sh shshsh hey, hey what's the tears? what happen? where's your..? ."

(a father's comfort, ruff drawing by madmiriam (me)

He couldn't finish the sentence as he looked around and sure two other people emerging from a now empty ship, neither one of them was his wife. Ezra looked him in the eyes and with out saying a word, he knew. He knew Ahsoka, his Ahsoka was gone. He closed his eyes, sheding one silent tear as he held his girl tighter, and slowly carried her away, away from the crowd, but not away from the heartache.

After the loss of her mother, Jaig's once bubblie personality had diminishes somewhat. She refuses to leave the side of eather her father or the members of the ghost crew. She goes on a few missions with them and liston to every word her father says about ways of fighting, fighting to protect herself and the people she loves. Before heading to a mission on geonosis he gives he one of his old DCs. (its twin had been lost in battle during the clone wars and he had gotten a replacement pear, but he had always kept his first well maintained in case he ever needed it)

Rex: "I know it's no lightsaber, but if will keep you and the others safe when used properly"

Jaig: "I don't want a lightsaber any more, 😔sabers get you killed"

Rex: " not all of them Ik'aad senaar" he sighs kissing her forehead "not all of them".

But even this would not last. When it came time for the empire to attack chopper base. Vader sends his own secret troops of undercover purge troopers to find and retrieve Jaig, and to also fake her death so both the empire and the rebels would not come looking for her. This of corse left Rex in his lowest point yet. After watching the ship he had put his daughter on to be evacuated blow up before it even left the ground. He found it hard to not simply drop all his defences and just calming walk into the flames after her. If it hadn't been for Zeb he probably would have. These kind of thoughts invaded his mind so frequently after that day, it was hard to remember when they didn't. He had lost both his wife and now his child. His hope and his reason for fighting were gone, and he wanted to go after them. But he couldn't. Not while there were still people to fight out there, the people who took everything for him and was still grabbing for more. People who his wife started this whole rebellion to fight against. No, he would keep fighting, as long as there is still even one imperial still left alive he would live and fight, until every last one of then were wiped out of existence. (that's gonna take a while)

Meanwhile Vader and Jaig finally meet properly face to mask. Jaig is having a hard time counselling her fear. But Vader was also having difficulty concealing his pain. Pain that had lingered since the moment he had emerged from that crumbled down sith temple, with no sign in the force or otherwise of his once padawan,. The last family he thought he had, that had not betrayed him, who had(once she had seen his face underneath his freshly cracked mask) said she wouldn't leave him, not again. But she had left him, not by her own design he knew, but she had left him all the same. And she had also left a child behind, a child like the one Padme would have given him if it weren't for both the sith and the jedi.

The jedi, who had forced his hand in turning to the dark side, by telling him he should just let Padme die for the good of the galaxy. The jedi who had abandoned his padawan, his little sister, his first child (if he could go so far as to say) in her time of need, and then exsept her to come back all smiles, acting as though her whole ordel was just a trial to prove herself to them. When it was them who should be providing themselves to her.

And the sith,. The sith who had manipulated him from day one to become what he is now, the sith who had taken every thing he had, his wife, his child, his brother/father figer, his little sister/daughter and his friends. The clones. His home all gone for the sake of his masters new empire😡. Yes he new this had been his master's plan all along, the war the clones, the inhibitor chips. All to gane more and more power for himself and to distroy the jedi in his wake. Dragging Anakin down into the darkness with him, and he would do the same thing to Jaig given the chance. Vader could feel the raw power of the force rolling of her, the energy mix with her fear would be a prime canderdate for Sidious's manipulation, should he ever discover her existence.

No!!! That would not happen, neither the sith or the jedi would have her, he would not alow it.

Jaig:"I know who you are.. I know what you did... You tryed to turn my mother before killing her, but you wouldn't turn me, you hear me, I.. Will.. Not... Turn"

She says her voice shacking with her body in fear.

Vader:"no... You will not..."

Jaig: "then why am I here? I haven't done anything to make you hate me.... At least... I don't think I have"

Vader:"I do not hate you Jaig, like your mother, much to my masters great..... disappointment... I could never hate you"

It was true. He couldn't hate her. Couldn't bring himself to hate her. But he couldn't love her either. He had no more love left in him to give. But he could protector for the sake of someone he had loved.

Jaig: confused "then.. Then please let me go, I won't tell anyone if that's what your worried about, I just want to go home, I want my dad, please I just want my daddy😰"

Vader: "you father's fate is.... Regrettable. However it is a necessary evil, it is emperative that he believes you to be dead"

Jaig: "why what did he do to you? what did any of my parents ever do to you?!"

Vader: "as shocking as it may sound, these actions are not done out of hate. You will know this soon enough but for now, I must focus on getting you as far away and as hidden as possible" he then calls in a trouper with red and black armor.

Vader: "CC-2224 I trust your men are ready"

Cody: "ready and awaiting orders.. Sir"

Cody says through gritted teeth not bearing to even look at his once general's masked face.

Vader:"good, I trust the surgery was a success for all of them?"

Cody: "yes.. Sir.. Though we are all having adjustment issues due to recent ... and.... less recent events"

Vader: "thoughs... issues.... had better not interfere with the performance of your mission commander, you and your men have been chosen for one reason and one reason only, and it is for your loyalty to her safety. I can feel your hatred for me commander Cody (Cody inhails sharply at the sound of his name) but I also know enough about you and your brother's to know that they will not let this anger get in the way. I trust you all know the consequences that await you should you fail"

He ignites his blood red saber to put more emphasis on his point.

Cody:"yes sir"

Vader:"very well, now take her and go, and protect her with your life, I shall make my own way back to base as some as I can, her training with began immediately after my return, so be sure to proper her, but until then you already know what to do".

Cody noded before walking over to Jaig, then bent down and gently but fermly lifts her out of her seat, and quickly carry her out of the cell, down the hall and, through the, docking Station towards a unmarked referbished gunship.

Jaig: "where are we going? "

She said with a soft whimper. She was relieved to be away from Vader but still felt apprehensive with the idea of being taken away yet again in the arms of this.. Purge trooper, at lest she thinks it's a purge trooper, she had never seen one before so she could only guess.

Cody: "sh sh it's gonna be OK little one, I'm taking you some were safe, but we have to hurry now"

Jaig:"why?"

Cody: "no one on this ship other than Vader knows we're here and we have to keep it that way kid"

Jaig:"why would you need to hide from your own men"

Cody:"cuz you never know whos watching, I'll explain more when we get off this ship and into hyperspace"

Once they were on board the gun ship, that had been modified to acomidate long period space travel. The modifications included everything from comfortable seating to a working hyperdrive. Cody set her down in one of the seats and strapped her fermly in before heading to the cockpit, leaving her now surrounded by four more purge troopers (hardcase, fives, dogma and waxer, who I'm gonna say lived, cuz I have attachment issues, boil is in the cockpit piloting the ship) who are all looking at her intensely through their helmets. (hardcase and fives are in borrowed discises, after Fives finds out about the chips he and hardcase desert the army and decide to strike out on their own to try and find out more about the chips and their perpose, unfortunately they were too late to do anything about it before oder 66 happened. They have been on the run ever since, until Vader aproches them, informing them that he has been keeping tabs on them, and had been insuring the empire believes them both to be dead, and tells them of the mission, they agree to help because it's Rex and ahsoka's daughter they'll be protecting, but only under the condition the they only report to a de-chipped Cody and all other clones included in the mission must also be de-chipped as well. Vader had agreed to this as he was going to have their chips all removed anyway, to prevent any itchy trigger fingers being near his new force sensative)

Once they're in hyperspace Cody returns to the main area of the gun ship, where the other clones are crowed around a frightened looking Jaig

Waxer: "is this her? Wow she looks so much like her mum"

Fives: "she has our eyes though, our wonderfully handsome eyes"

hardcase: "and out hair, Ha!! I knew Rex's hair wasn't naturally blonde😂"

Dogma:" technically Hardcase, her hair being brown isn't proof that his is to, she could have just gotten the hereditary Jango gen of dark hair"

Fives:"aww suck the fun out of it why don't you"

Cody: "guys back up, give her some space, your freaking her out, and take off your buckets, I don't think they're helping"

When their buckets were removed Jaig was shocked to see five versions of her father's face looking down at her, all old and a little worse for where's, but all very much clone. She recordnises three of them from her father's holopad.

Jaig: "Fives?"

Fives:😃 "yeah! Yeah kid, that's me your☝️ Uncle Fives (he kneals down taking her hand in his, giving it a quick squeeze, before turning to Cody) she recordnised me first that must kill you😁"

Cody: 😠 "only cus you have a, dirty great 5 on your forehead You Di'kut"

He said before knealing down in front of her

Cody:"hey kid, sorry I couldn't introduce myself earlier, I'm your.."

Jaig:"Uncle Cody"

Cody:😁 "yeah kid (to Fives) SEE!! over there are your uncles Dogma, Waxer, Hardcase and back there in the cockpit is your uncle Boil, I know your probably not used to this many of us, but there's more we're we came from where we're going, though they live un a different fasilaty to ours, but every single one of them would be whiling to keep you safe if they knew. So you don't have to worry, we're not gonna let anything happen to you"

Jaig "but Vader.."

Cody: (places both hand at the side of her head and looks her dead in the eyes) "isn't going to TUCH you, not if we have anything to say about its, he may be our sponser, and he will be coming round every so often to check on you and train you. But you'll have several hundred or so uncles on the planet ready and waiting with fully loaded blasters should he ever try to hurt you, us 6 especially as we're the only clones there that know about you yet and we're gonna be living under the same roof, as you and one of us will always be close by to help you. OK kid, it's all gonna be ok (he says hugging her) your safe now"

Jaig: "but I don't want to be trained by Vader, I said I wouldn't turn and I meant it"

Cody: "it's alright, its alright. The one thing Vader has assured us of, is it he will not be training you in the dark side. And judging by the amount of effort he's putting into keeping you hidden, I'm inclined to believe him. He told us that you must block your self off from the force, what ever that means. Which is what he's going to show you how to do. Apparently it's the only way to keep the emperor off your scent. But like I said, one of us is always gonna be there should he try anything"

Fives:"yeah we'll look out for you kid, I know you miss your dad, and we're pretty poor substitutes, but we're here for you all the same"

Hardcase:"and we're not leaving anytime soon"

Dogma: "well not if we can help it"

Jaig "but where are we going?"

Cody: smile "to the closest thing we clones have to a home... Kamino"

Kamino had changed over the years, once the emperor had ordered to stop to any more clones creation. The cloning fasilaties had been abandoned by the kaminoans, along with all the rest of the untrained cadets who were all shipped of to the mustafa system to be trained and bred as the empires elite force of purge troopers.

The cloning facilities were left to the old now retired clones, to live out their days away from civilisation, many now wolowing in sadness and regret for their actions under the influence of their now un activated inhibitor chips.

The place Jaig and her other uncles were heading, was just a few hundred miles of from the main cloning compound. It had been kitted out with everything they might need, weaponry, shields, a food station, bedrooms, a bunkhouse, a training ground, and a shooting range. The only beings abord were now the clones, Jaig, the cook and the maintenance crew, well I say crew, it consisted of one male Ugnaught named Kuiil and three droid assistants whom he had reprogrammed to help with any and all clean up and maintenance duties.

Jaig would continue to live out there with her uncles for the next 5 years. They would go on to train her with any and all things clone, weaponry, though she had learnt a lot of that from her father's teachings, and the language and teachings of the mandalorian. The boys were insistent that she learn all of what little they knew of their heritage, as they were all descended from Jango, who was of mandolor. Any clone would tell you how proud the clones were of this heritage, and now they had someone to pass it all down to. They even taught Jaig the mandalorian wars songs that they had all learnt as cadets, and the Clone Haka, that had been performed by many clone troops over the years, before battle,. Much to the confusion and quite frankly terror of the B1 battle droids who witnessed them.

Fives: "ha your mum was pritty good at this to"

Jaig: now 12" my mum knew the Haka? "

She said, trying to picture her calm and serene togrutan mother, chanting, stomping and banging her chest along side millions of clones Warriors, all while making different faces and throatle sounds at the droids on the other side of the battlefield.

Hardcase: "oh yeah!! She was a natural, always shouting the chant in her loudest voice and making her scariest war face, like this 🤪😜🤪"

Fives: "and that my dear Jaig, was when your father fell in love🥰"

Vader came over as often as he could spare, when he was sure he couldn't be directed be his master or that anyone following him. Teaching Jaig how to disconnect herself from the force, telling her that if she continues to use it, the consequences would be severe.

Vader:"if the employer was ever to discover you exsisens, he would hunt you down in an instant, and kill anyone who trys to hide you from him. This is why you must never use the force again, and you must never leave. If anyone outside this fasilaty were to learn of your existence, you would be in mortal danger, as would everyone you care about"

Jaig: "but why couldn't my dad come? You could have had both our deaths faked and brought him here with me"

Vader: sighed "he is to mixed up with the rebel alliance, and besides, it was his reaction that sold your death to the universe. A trick I learned from my old master...the hard way"

He said bitterly.

Jaig knew she should hate him, he had taken her from her home, her friends and family. He had taken her mother, and it was because of his foolish decision to trust, a maniac, power hungy, sith Lord, that her family were forced to live in the shadows, and her mother, and father were force into separation when she was just an infant. She didn't like him by any means, she frequently tryed to avoid his at any turn. But she still couldn't feel hatred for him.

Cody: "na that your mother in you, she was never one to hold much of a grudge ether. She got angry at people don't get me wrong but she never hated them. She cryed over the potential execution of a woman who had Framed her for Murder once. And had taken the time to give all her deceased troops, who had tryed to gun her down a funeral. Even though she and your father where now on the run from the empire"

Over the years living there, she became closer with her uncles, or at least most of them. She argued with Boil on an almost daily basis, but they had their moments, she told him and Waxer how she met Numa, who was still fighting for the freedom of her home. She had a difficult time connecting with Dogma. He was very distance from her and didn't talk much. However she did like listening to him read. Dogma who had been a stiff by the book solder his entire life, and had been through so much, found he secretly quite enjoyed the company of his niece. But she spent most of her training with Fives and Hardcase. Both clones always new how to make her smile and told her many stories of her parents during the war, stories not even her parents had told her, (though they never much liked talking about the war), and she had given them a new lease of life, and new perpose. She was probably closest with Cody, he had know her father since they were both cadets, and was determined to teach her everything he knew, but he also showed his softer side with her. There were many a time he would be seen walking down the corridor carrying the young girl who was really getting a bit to big to be held, in his arms fast asleep from a long day.

She had also become quite good friends with Kuiil the maintenance manger, she learnt that he was paying off his debt to the empire through prolonged servitude, he had been in many battles he didn't believe in, until Vader; after seeing his reprogramming skills had, offered him a place on this secret compound. Kuiil had also taken quite a shine to Jaig, she was kind, and eager to learn the inner workings of the machines he fixed.

But yet again, even this would not last. After the destruction of the First Death Star, Lord Sidious had been furious with Vader, he tortured and demoted him. But through his touture he discovered the existence of the child Vader had taken such lengths to keep hidden from him. And through this new information, he devised a plan.

To brake his apprentices even ferther, he would force him to chose, chose between the life of his padawans child, who he had swarn to protect, and the life of his son, that he did not yet know about. But unfortunately for the emperor, he did not bargain for the tactical brilliance of the Clones.

When the empire, came to take the now 15 year old girl, they had already divested their own escape plan. They sent Jaig along with Kuill over to the kaminoan cloning facilities, turned clone retirement home, before the empire even entered the atmosphere. There she was frozen in to carbonite and fastened to the inside of the newly alcoved underbelly of a small one-seater Y wing (to insure the if the empire should come across them she would be well hidden and undetected, Kuiils cover story being that he was delivering supplies to the clones) there Kuiil would then fly far away from any siverlized planet. While, the clones continued to fight and defend the compound as though she was still there, and then proceed to escape themselves, using an old subship left over from the battle of Kamino. But not before bowing the place sky high, making it seem like the empires had fired at the fewl tanks corsing the whole building to be destroyed along with anyone who was inside.

This was not the out come Sidious had wished for, however with the now almost certain death of his ward, Vader plunged ever ferther into the void of darkness and hate. So the desired effect Sideous was planning for was reached anyway.

After being unfrozen from carbonite, Jaig and Kuiil parted ways. She chose to for her father, but it became fruitless. Chopper base had long since been evacuated and the rebel alliance was always one step ahead of her in their attempts to avoid the empire. For 2 years she searched for them, and fought the Empire where she could, until she finally stopped, delving into the belief that what ever family she knew was now gone, she rejoined Kuiil on a deserted planet called Arvala-7, while the galaxy celebrated the fall of the empire. Where for the next 5 years they would both try to live out their lives in peace, working the land and carrying for blurgs, until a mandolorian arrives on their planet, looking for a little green bounty, which starts of a whole new adventure for our now Adult Jaig.

OK guys let me know how I did, and if you would like to see Jaig's adventures with Din Djarin and little green bean Grogu. Let me know. I'm not much of a writer,. But I always got so irratated when reading Din Djarin/oc fics where to make her interesting, they give the oc force powers, with either no build up to it, or she's a run away jedi, which kind of defeats the whole purpose of season 2 were they're trying to find the jedi, so I thought I'd write my own. I wanted to have a character that has both a clear connection to both the mandalorian culture and the force, without making her a mary su. She has a connection to the force. But she can't use it, or control it. Therefore she can't train Grogu to use it. Which would mean they'd have to find the jedi, to help him learn to control his powers. Plus I don't want to just giving her everything with no preplanned reason. So here is my preplanned reason. I know these short scenes and conversations don't really delve much into her personality but that's were you come in. Tell me what you think of her, and what you think she's like as an adult. I wrote a few things like her kind nature and her sarcastic humour. But I could do with some ideas on what you would like to see. Let me know, and...

May the 4th be with you,😉

[kazoosandfannypacks]

Rebels things 4/4

S4:EP1: Please give my girl a hug. She needs it.

S4:EP2: DID YOU REALLY JUST PUT A TECHNOLOGICAL GENUIS IN CHARGE OF YOUR DEATH RAY? A TECH GENUIS WHO ISN’T ON YOUR SIDE? YOU FOOL!!!

S4:EP3: Kallus done glowed up 🤩

S4:EP4: If Saw Gerrera hadn’t destroyed that crystal, Jedha would’ve not needed to be stripped of its Kyber. Then he woudln’t’ve died, and he (or maybe at least Galen’s hologram) could’ve come to Yavin 4, possibly recruiting more rebels to their cause, and possibly saved some of the members of Rogue One.

S4:EP5: Ezra channeling Flynn Ryder when he sees his wanted poster.

S4:EP5: Hera and Kanan have INSTANT mom and dad friend overrides. They barely know this random kid and he’s already their son. Legit instant parents.

S4:EP6: Ezra, my son, why are you dragging that hyperdrive? Boi, you know you can use the force, right???

S4:EP7: KANAN AND HERA KANAN AND HERA KANAN AND HERA OH MY GOODNESS YOU CAN EVEN SEE SABINE AND ZEB LIKE “BRO/SIS, WE’VE BEEN WAITING TO SEE THIS FOR FIVE YEARS.”

S4:EP7: But I also know this means one of them is probably going to die before they see each other again.

S4:EP9: In addition to what I said during S3:EP18, the other half of me watching Star Wars Rebels is me saying “give our boy/girl a hug, he/she needs it.”

S4:EP10: DID HE JUST SAY HE COULD’VE DONE BETTER AT HIS HAIRCUT IF HE HAD A MIRROR??? KANAN YOU’RE BLIND.

S4:EP16: I’m actually more sad about the ending of Ezra’s storyline than Kanan’s, because Kanan had closure and Ezra did not.

S4:EP16: Zeb bringing Kallus to the Losat homeworld is the Star Wars equivalent of Legolas bringing Gimli to the elvin afterlife.

[colonel-insomniac]

Wait

@my-blood-is-maple-syrup @pawsomelybuggy ive done it again, don’t be mad at me though :D. potential sorry in advance for what im about to do. OH listen to  this playlist but only if you want 

After landing on earth, Kai and Pon were instantaneously dazzled by the dizzying brightness. It was such a stark difference to the darkness of Azurelle that for a moment, everything seemed perfectly balanced, like a piece of glass saved from teetering off the edge of a table. 

But of course, as is the case, glass fragments and shatters. Ezra fell to the dirt, gasping for air, though he couldn’t be choking, because he wasn’t eating anything. He wrapped his hands around his neck, trying to convey his need for help. Kai didn’t realize at first, his mind dark and empty in response to the dazzling light, blinded by the beauty of it all. 

He turned his head at the continued sound of coughing, dropping to his knees when the situation registered. Pon had been kneeling by Ezra’s side, trying to help the boy, and Kai checked for breath exiting Ezra’s body, trying to narrow down what might be happening as he tried to push the rising panic and fear down, if only for Ezra’s sake. Unfortunately, no air was entering or exiting from Ezra, and Kai looked at Pon, frozen with horror. With Ezra rapidly turning a pale blue-purple shade, Pon began attempting to physically insert air into the other boy’s body through mouth-to-mouth resuscitation methods. 

Kai thinks it works for a bit, but doesn’t know how to contact emergency services. Does Earth have emergency services? 

Abandoning all care, he pats down Ezra in case he happens to have a phone on him, and thankfully finds one, which he flashes to Ezra, who grabs his hand and traces the following numbers: nine, one, and one. Kai dials and is bombarded with questions that he does his best to answer, eventually giving up when they ask for his location, opting to ask if they can instead trace the call, as he isn’t too sure of where he is at the moment. 

The lady on the other end of the line asks for him to stay on the line, and after a couple minutes tells him an ambulance, police officer, and fire truck being sent over. Kai pleads with them to hurry, unable to hide the fear in his voice anymore.

It seems they’re too late, though. By the time the medics arrive, Pon has reported the worst news that Kai thinks he could ever hear. There’s no breath, no pulse. 

Kai felt that his own breath and pulse were completely gone, his world shattered. It feels like it doesn’t matter whether he were on Azurelle or on Earth. What was the point of life if your lover was dead, taken by some unknown force? He found himself unable to convey the overwhelming sorrow, eyes dry and mouth glued shut. 

Kai watched as the medics loaded Ezra into an ambulance and had to be dragged by Pon to said vehicle. He felt stuck, like he would forever be rooted to this very spot, his heart shattered.

But later, it seems all is not necessarily lost, because somehow the doctor’s are able to locate the faintest of heartbeats with their fancy medical technology, and Kai desperately holds on to that sliver of hope. They are not allowed to visit Ezra, his condition to unstable and unique that they must put him in an intensive care unit to closely monitor him. Without any reason to be there, Pon throws an arm around Kai in nearly matched misery, and guides a still numb Kai out of said care facility, despite a nurse calling attention to Kai’s various wounds. 

He genuinely had forgotten about that, had been too consumed that his brain allowed him to bypass the cruel pain that was gradually settling back into his bones. Kai thought of both nothing and everything, his mind searching for answers, because something told him that Ezra wasn’t choking because of some typical medical thing. All he could think of was what if they had done something wrong, and Ezra was still somehow tethered to Azurelle? What if this was the Azurellian government metaphorically pulling the leash, reminding Pon and Kai that they won’t ever escape, not when they have this venomous grip on Ezra. 

The pair slowly make their way back to the spot they had landed on, now filled with memories of horrific events that had just taken place. Looking off into the distance, Kai can just barely make out a trail, for some reason, before the war, Ezra had wandered off the beaten path and ventured into raw nature instead. 

There had to be something poetic about that, but Kai’s mind didn’t have the capacity to consider that at the moment, still could barely form a coherent thought. The pair make their way back to the path, and looked both ways. One side led further into the forest, further into a mystery promising adventure, and the other back to society. They go back to society, not willing to embark on another journey after the hurt had still been so fresh. 

Kai kept a firm hold on Pon’s hand the whole time, fearing that the moment he let go, his best friend would disappear too. As they approach the cross section between nature and society, a couple that looks oddly familiar run up to the two boys. 

The woman, her voice watery asks if either of them have seen a boy “...named Ezra Watts.” A thousand memories flash in Kai’s mind in less than a second. “It’s hard to explain,” The man adds, “but he was supposed to be back today and we aren’t sure what’s happening.” Kai looks wide and watery eyed at Pon, who thinks for a moment, not sure how to order his words. 

“This is going to seem crazy, but we know your son. The rest would be easier if we were away from prying eyes and ears.” The man who Kai now assumes to be Ezra’s father nods, and wraps an arm around his wife, gesturing for Kai and Pon to follow.

They have a nice house. That’s all Kai can get through his brain, which is a slight improvement, tracing patterns on the couch he’s currently sitting on. He lets Pon do most of the explaining, but can’t miss the curious glances at him. 

“...from Azurelle,” He picks up on the spark of fear at the name of their home planet. “I’m Pon, and this is Kai. We managed to escape, but only thanks to the kindness of your son. He saw something in us that convinced him to help us out. If he hadn’t, execution is what we would have faced.” Pon places his hands in his lap, fiddling with the hem of his shirt. 

They nod, but look over to Kai, because the look of distraught that has been etched onto his face is a tad bit more concerning to them. Something more is going on there and he knows they know. Pon places a hand on Kai’s shoulder, “Kai and your son, they—well, that is to say that they mutually appreciate each other in the way that you guys do.” Pon then nods, happy with being able to dance around outright saying it, and despite his negative emotions, Kai can’t help snorting at his friend’s ridiculousness. 

Ezra’s mom blankly regards Kai, before nodding and smiling at him, and Kai can feel the heat rise in his cheeks. With a shaky breath, Kai opens his mouth, knowing that if he loves Ezra, he has to say something. “When we arrived here, your son began choking, we don’t know exactly why that happened, but we managed to get hiim to a hospital, and they put him in this thing called an intensive care unit. They found he was still alive so they’re monitoring him right now.” Kai inspects his hands, eyes stinging. 

The mom nods, standing and offering a hand that Kai takes. The dad gestures for Pon to follow, and remains seated himself, face sad and staring out a window into a sunny lawn. She opens a door, leading to a bedroom that’s decorated with foreign posters and objects. Kai realizes at once that this has to be Ezra’s room, and presses his hands to his face. Ezra’s mom tells them to take as long as they need before backing out and leaving them. Kai glances around the room, landing on the bed, with a blanket patterned with some sports ball. 

There’s a childlike air to his room, a messiness that comes from never resting and being in a rush. There’s a small squeak, and Kai finds Pon opening Ezra’s closet doors, peering at the different items stored within. He hesitantly walks over, fingers catching on a soft cotton material. He pulls it off its hanger and finds it to be a hoodie. He glances at Pon, cheeks burning when Pon smiles and nods, sliding the garment on. 

At once, he’s overwhelmed with the scent of Ezra, and he stumbles over to the bed, head in his hands and just cries. All this buildup, but it feels so good to let it all out, and Kai knows he needs to let himself just feel this pain and anger and sorrow. Pon sits beside him and hugs Kai, doesn’t move until Kai wipes his eyes and hugs his friend back. 

When he’s ready, they leave the room, Kai still wearing Ezra’s hoodie, and join Ezra’s parents, who don’t comment on the apparel change or his puffy eyes. They do, however, express a desire to see their son, even through glass windows, so they pile up in a car and drive around until Pon points out the building they had gone to. 

The doctor’s deliver a grim prognosis: there’s hope for Ezra, but due to the amount of time without oxygen, he’s in a coma. They aren’t too sure when—or if —he’ll wake up, or what his brain activity would look like. 

Exhausted and out of tears, Kai puts a shaky hand on the window, the cool glass serving as the barrier between them. Ezra’s mom cries quietly, turned with her face pressed into her husband’s shoulder. Pon’s quiet, as he typically is during times of grief and sorrow, and with his other hand, Kai grabs a hold of Pon’s hand. 

A month goes by, and Ezra still hasn’t woken, doctor’s determined to not give up on him. Kai visits every day, walking to the hospital on his own sometimes, and always asks for any updates from the doctor’s. They’ve begun to give him cookies when he visits, silently fearing that he isn’t eating. Which he is, but his appetite isn’t really there. 

But soon after that one month mark, Ezra has stabilized enough to be let out of the ICU, where they let Kai in to visit him. After a while the receptionist stops asking for information and lets him find his way to Ezra, for which he’s grateful. When he’s alone in the room with Ezra, he can almost pretend the wires aren’t there and their in a home all their own, with Pon, of course. 

And he just talks. About anything and everything. He discusses his found love for classical music, specifically a composer named Bach, he talks about the weather, he tells him how much he misses Ezra, how much he wishes that Ezra were awake so he could say all the things he didn’t realize he should have said back on Azurelle. 

Another two months pass, with Kai still visiting, Ezra still improving but not responsive. He still talks, or sits in silence, holding Ezra’s hand, sometimes places it against his cheek to feel the miniscule warmth. Today he just sits, nervous for some reason, his fingers at first fussing with the hem of his own shirt before moving to frantically comb through Ezra’s hair in an attempt to comb through it. It’s gotten longer than it had been when he first arrived on Azurelle, and something tells Kai that Ezra wouldn’t like it like that. Not that it’s extremely long or anything, but it’s something that he just feels within his heart of hearts. 

He misses the furrowing of Ezra’s brows, overtaken by an urge to do something. But when Ezra moves his head, Kai freezes, his eyes widening as he looks down at Ezra’s face. He holds his breath, heart beating frantically with hope. And then Ezra opens his eyes, looking slightly confused before turning his gaze to look at Kai, who’s pressing the button he was told to push if—when— Ezra woke up. Two nurses walk in, and after a minute of poking, prodding, and taking notes, they finally begin to remove the breathing tube. Ezra never takes his eyes off Kai, swimming with an unreadable emotion. He briefly looks away when the nurses ask him questions to assess any brain damage, but shortly after, the nurses leave, reminding the two boys they’re just outside, one of them intending to let Ezra’s parents—and by proxy, Pon— know. 

Ezra slides his gaze back to Kai, squinting as though he were thinking hard about something. After a moment, he whispers “Kai?” 

The shorter boy nods, and throws his arms around Ezra, sobbing with relief. Ezra pats his back, returning the embrace. “What happened?” He asks after a moment. Kai pulls away but doesn’t let go of Ezra. 

“When we got to Earth, you began to...choke, and we couldn’t figure out why or how to help, and you lost consciousness. I thought— you... it’s been three months and I’ve been so scared.” Ezra looks away, something like fear floating in his eyes. But he shakes his head and when he looks back to Kai, any sign of that is gone. 

“So, Bach? Not a Mozart fan?” Kai’s mouth falls open, and he’s not sure what Ezra’s getting at, at first. 

Then everything clicks when Ezra laughs at Kai’s stunned face. “Are you seriously talking to me about music right now?” Ezra shrugs in response. 

Kai can’t help feeling overwhelmed, so he blames what happens next solely on that. He places his hands one either side of Ezra’s face and closes his eyes, pressing his mouth to Ezra’s. His stomach churns in fear of being rejected, but then Ezra pushes back slightly, and Kai relaxes, his hands still on Ezra’s cheeks. 

When they pull away, Ezra’s quiet for a moment, looking closely at Kai’s red face. “Honestly,” he begins, “I have been wanting that to happen for a while now.” And Kai snorts, resisting the urge to be sarcastic. 

Not knowing when to stop, Ezra adds “Who knew it took me almost dying for that to happen.” And abandoning his morals, Kai slaps his arm, not lightly, but not hard.

“You need to shut up.” Is all he responds with, grabbing Ezra’s hand, placing it on his cheek. Outside, the sun glows golden, as though she is positively pleased, and Kai has to agree with her. 

[twilightofthe]

Chapter Thirteen liveblog of The Mandalorian Season 2!  Let’s go!!!

AAAAAAAAA THIS IS THE EPISODE

Thirteen sure is that lucky/unlucky number...

Ok so caveat that I read an online article with a bunch of “leaks” about this ep and if true I’m gonna dislike a LOT of this ep lmaoooooo

Aight so THIS IS VERY DARK BAD FOR MY EYESIGHT

Guessing this is the Ahsoka planet?

Sounds like a warning bell, let’s hope it’s not another Alaskan bull worm/Krayt

Oh nope just shooting people

oh SHOOT THERE SHE IS

Daaaaaamn they didn’t take five seconds

Ok but why’s she fighting them

Dammit Star Wars let me see the ful Ahsoka makeup and outfit!!!  Turn on the lights!!!!  Let me IN

ALDSFLKJSK WAIT THAT MAKES AHSOKA THE KRAYT THE WARNING BELLS WERE FOR HER AHAHAHA

CHAOS BABE

ok but i love that she calls herself a Jedi

alksdjLKSDJFK WAIT WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO HER MONTRAILS THEY SHRUNK

Ok fine the makeup looks p good

Aaaaaand the theme to make me Emotional

Lady she doesn’t need to learn anything from you she’s had too many teachers already

Lady you Vastly underestimate how willingly Ahsoka will kill YOUR ass

This ain’t her first siege and you ain’t Mandalore bub don’t try her

Yeppppp it’s called The Jedi

The leaks have been right so far let’s hope the rest aren’tttttt

Oho so it looks like this is a lava planet too?  Dang Ahsoka following family tradition

“HEY WHAT DID I TELL YOU” god Din is a DAD

AND BABY LISTENED TO HIIIIIIIIM HE’S SUCH A GOOD BABY YODITO DID YOU KNOW I WOULD DIE FOR YOU

this little shit seriously using the Force improperly again bruhhhh you def need SOMEONE to teach you control

Damn Ahsoka you live like this?  Needs more decorations

BABY I WOULD DIE FOR YOU MY DARLING SON

MAYBE you should get him some ACTUAL TOYS huh Din?

Is there deadass anyone who’s not trying to steal Din’s armor?

Ok I adore his little side satchel for Yodito

Bruh since when is walking right in and immediately asking suspicious questions gonna do anything for you

Ooop he got caught by the Dai Li

Oh yay public torture fun!

Hmmm more Asian influence in this episode I see

“A Jedi plagues me” PFFF aka the motto of the prequels

OK SO HOW FUCKING MANY PEOPLE IN THIS GALAXY KNOW ABOUT THE JEDI/MANDO BEE AND WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT IT

Uhhhh that’s a big pointy stick lady

Ohhhhh beskar big pointy stick

Ooop we got conflict, Din’s heritage vs. Baby Yoda’s, what will he pick.....

DON’T QUESTION THE BABY DUDE

FOR FUCK’S SAKE DIN PLEASE ACKNOWLEDGE YOUR SON PROPERLY

Bruh she’s gonna jump you 

Her Gandalf cloak fits right in with the landscape

For fuck’s sake pleASE STOP JUST RANDOMLY PUTTING DOWN AND IGNORING YOUR SON

Yeppppp and here comes the sneak attack

draMATIC ASS ROBE DROP LIKE HER LINEAGE BEFORE HER

pleasecallhimaBabyYodaAhsokaPLEASE

ALKSDFJSDLKFK I’D DIE FOR HIM LOOK HOW CUTE

OK WHAT?  WE DEADASS MISSED HER FIRST REACTION TO HIM????????

FUCKING COWARDS

Lol staring contest at your old frog grandpa but babified, must be weird

Awwww she still likes kids

Sidenote that yeah they really did just fucking shrink her montrails AND lekku she looks like she did at 14 again

NO

NO

NONONONONONO

THAT’S DEADASS THE WORST NAME YOU COULD HAVE COME UP WITH Y A L L

I am NOT calling him that.  Y’all can’t make me

OK BUT LITERALLY NONE OF THIS MAKES SENSE

HOW WAS HE TAKEN?

It surrounds us binds us blah blah blah

UH YEAH BUT LUKE’S EXISTS NOW, RIGHT?  COME ON, AHSOKA

Ahsoka your idea of testing is making blind teenagers look for crystals while you swing a lightsaber at their face maybe not yet

Every time they call him Gr*gu it makes me die a little more inside

OK HE LITTLE DAD HEAD QUIRK I LOVE THAT

NO DON’T MAKE HIM CALL HIM THAT

Ok also but I would die for leetle baby’s grunting noises

OMG THINKING OUTSIDE THE BOX, HIS TOY HE LIKES

HE’S SO PROUD OF HIS SON I’M GONNA CRYYYYY ;_;

Ahsoka he is a baby tho?  Like uhhhhhh this ain’t the same as Anakin

Uh, Din, Ahsoka doesn’t have to worry about that kinda shit, she’s faced waaaaaay worse

Ok so this Elspeth is another ex-Imp

Ok FINE this is gonna be a cool-ass teamup

Ahsoka u drama queen

DRAMA QUEEN AND YOUR DRAMATIC ENTRANCES

Ahhhh I see she’s the flashy Jedi distraction while Din frees the prisoners

Ok but where is Yodito during this

MORGAN’S master?  So Gideon, right?  Or does Ahsoka know Palps is back

Awwww that first man was gonna help the prisoners too!  He IS brave!!!!

LOTH KITTYYYYY!

Oooop we having an old western shootout?

DRAMATIC ROBE DROP PART 2

Oh fuck no we aren’t recanonizing beskar being lightsaber-proof, are we?

Dammit I thought that was how we ended up with the Darksaber in the first place!  Because Lucas did NOT want to do that-- for fuck’s sake of course they are

This boi really tried that fake-ass negotiation, he should know better

OH FOR FUCK’S SAKE

T H R A W N

REALLY?

you BETTER STILL BE LOOKING FOR EZRA.  THAT BETTER BE WHY.  I’M NOT EVEN FUCKING JOKING.

Oh yay they saved the Earth Kingdom

OH NO THE TRACKER

OH NO HE LEFT THE BABY WITH THE SHIP

THE TRACKER FROM LAST EPISODE OH NO

NONONONONONONOOOOOOO

I HAVEN’T EVEN SEEN IT YET BUT I KNOW THE IMPS TOOK HIM

DIN DJARIN YOU FUCKING JACKASS THIS IS WHY YOU DON’T JUST LEAVE YOUR FUCKING SON AFUCKING-LONE-- oh ok he’s fine nvm lol

WAIT BUT THE TRACKER’S STILL THERE????

The Imps are DEF gonna find him soon this is the 6th ep of the season and there’s only 2 more

THANK YOU AHSOKA TELL HIM THAT IS HIS SON

Ok I’ll say it again Din Djarin you fucking dumbass

Ohhhh we recanonizing Tython now

LADY LUKE IS REBUILDING.  I GET THEY CAN’T EXACTLY BRING IN YOUNG MARK HAMILL BUT FOR FUCK’S SAKE AT LEAST ACKNOWLEDGE MY BOY LUKE THANKS

Aaaaaand scene.

OK BUT THESE BITCHES CAN NOT JUST ACKNOWLEDGE FUCKING THRAWN AND NOT EZRA.  DAVE FILONI YOU CREATED HIM.  YOUR OWN CHILD.  YOU CAN’T JUST IGNORE EZRA LIKE THIS FOR FUCK’S SAAAAAAKE

Ok so deadass everything in the leaked article was true and I’m gahhhhh over a Lot of things

Hmph

[sirloozelite]

Okay prompt idea! Rex’s date/girlfriend is invited to a big BBQ at Kaesoka’s house with all the gang. She’s the only person who hasn’t stumbled on them fooling around, until now!

Oh hi anon......that’s a nice prompt idea..... though I feel really sorry for what is about to happen to Rex’s date! I guess no one can escape the chaos of Kaesoka for long though!  Side note, rather than just refer to Rex’s date as ‘Rex’s date’, I’m going to give her a name. Since ‘Rex’ is Latin for King, I figured I’d go for the Latin for Queen as her name.... so, meet ‘Regina’.  Hope you enjoy the drabble. If you’ve any more ideas feel free to send them my way. Same goes to everyone else!  XD

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Scene: Kaesoka’s apartment. Ahsoka and Kaeden are hosting a BBQ to celebrate the anniversary of the fall of the Empire. Pretty much everyone is there.... even Thrawn!!!

Regina: Oh wow! I love this apartment! How did Ahsoka get this?

Rex: Chancellor Organa gave it to her years ago as a place to rest after long missions. These days though it’s been corrupted into a lovenest!

Regina: I’m sure it’s not that bad!

Rex: You poor innocent soul. If only you knew...

Ahsoka: Hey! You two made it! Welcome, welcome!

Rex: Sup Commander.

Regina: Hello. Thank you for inviting us. I’m honoured to be here!

Ahsoka: Nah, it’s no worry. Make yourself at home.... everyone else has.... haven’t you Masana!!!!

Ninth Sister: (sitting on the couch, taking up all the room by herself) Yep!

Ahsoka: So yeah.... make yourself at home Regina. I don’t know where Kaeden is at the moment, but feel free to mingle with everyone else. 

Regina: Thank you. 

Rex: Thanks Ahsoka. 

Ahsoka: Anytime, now if you will excuse me. 

Ahsoka leaves. 

Regina: There are so many people here! Did they all help you take down the Emperor. 

Rex: Most of them did. Some are people we’ve met since then who disliked the Emperor as much as we did. We hold these celebrations every year to celebrate, and to remember those that sacrificed themselves to defeat Sidious. 

Regina: Oh.... I’m sorry. I didn’t...

Rex: It’s ok. People die in war.... and their sacrifice freed the galaxy. 

Regina: So.... anyone interesting that I should definitely meet?

Kanan: (appearing from behind as if by magic) Did someone say ‘an interesting person’? Because if so.... that's me all over!

Rex: Ha! That’s an understatement. Regina this is Kanan Jarrus, a Jedi Master. Kanan, this is Regina. 

The two shake hands. Regina notices the markings on Kanan’s mask that covers his eyes. 

Regina: Huh? Those markings on that mask.... they look like the ones you’ve got on your helmet Rex?

Kanan: That’s because Rex painted them on there himself as a gift so I could see through his eyes. 

Regina: See through his eyes? What do you mean?

Kanan: I’m blind, thanks to a lightsaber to the face. 

Regina: Oh! I’m so sorry... I didn’t know!

Kanan: That’s alright. No offence taken. It’s no big deal anyways. I can still see. 

Jacen appears behind Kanan

Jacen: Dad? Can you come and play Twister with me, Ezra and Sabine please?

Kanan: Of course little man! Let’s go beat those two kids! Nice meeting you Regina!

Kanan departs with his son.

Regina: I feel so bad! I didn’t realize he was blind!

Rex: Kanan’s a good soul. He won’t hold it against you. He never used to like me because I was a Clone, but he’s one of my closest friends now. I’m even the godfather to his daughter, Depa. 

Regina: That’s nice! Say.... who is that blue guys over there? Is he a Pantoran?

Thrawn: (overhearing Regina’s question)  -_-

Rex: Ha! No. He’s a Chiss, a species from the unknown regions. His name is Thrawn, and he used to serve the Empire before secretly helping us on the mission to take out the Emperor. He’s more of an acquaintance if anything, but we still like to invite him just in case. I’m honestly surprised he came this year. He’s usually very busy. 

Regina: Well it’s nice that he came even if he used to work for the Emperor. 

Rex: Yeah. We’ve got a few Imperial defectors here. Masana used to be an Inquisitor, a member of a Jedi hunting organisation, but she quit after she was left for dead and replaced. The guy with the sideburns is Kallus. He’s ex ISB. 

Regina: This is quite the melting pot of different people!

Rex: Yeah! I’ve told Ahsoka before that she seems to like collecting strays. The look on her face was priceless. XD

Regina: I’ll bet. Hey? I need to use the refresher. Do you know where...

Rex: Top of the stairs. Want me to go with you?

Regina: No no.... I can find my way. You go have fun. I’ll be back shortly. 

Rex: Ok. 

Rex heads off to mingle with the others whilst Regina heads for the refresher. Upon reaching the door, she finds it closed, but thinks nothing of it. 

Upon opening the door however, she is greeted with an unexpected sight. Ahsoka has Kaeden pushed up against the wall, their hands all over each other as they kiss. 

Regina: Oh! Kriff! I’m so sorry!

Kaeden and Ahsoka break apart, sheepish looks on both their faces. 

Kaeden: Eep!!!!

Ahsoka: REGINA! Don’t tell Rex!!!!!!

Regina breaks down laughing

Regina: Ha! Oh don’t worry about it! I’m not bothered!

Kaeden sneaks past, leaving Ahsoka with Regina. 

Ahsoka: Really though.... I am so sorry! I didn’t want to traumatise you in such a way!

Regina: Like I said... it’s no worry. Though I honestly didn’t believe Rex when he said you two couldn’t keep your hands off each other!

Ahsoka: Yeah... well.... can you blame me.... with a gorgeous girlfriend like her?

Regina: No.... I suppose not. Anyway, can I use the refresher please?

Ahsoka: Huh? Oh sure!

Ahsoka leaves and Regina uses the refresher. Afterwards, she heads back down to find Rex chatting with Ahsoka. 

Rex: Hey! All good? You were up there a while. 

Ahsoka: 0_0

Regina: Yeah... everything was fine. There was just a queue for the refresher. All sorted now. 

Rex: Oh.... ok then. 

Ahsoka: (smirks and mouths a ‘thank you for not telling him’ at Regina)

Regina: XD

Rex: .... why are you two smirking at each other? 

Ahsoka: Oh.... no reason Captain. 

Regina: Yeah.... no reason at all. 

Rex: .... wait.... you said there was a queue for the refresher.... and both Kaeden and Ahsoka were nowhere to be seen and..... no.....NO!

Ahsoka: Uh oh....

Regina: XD

Rex: AHSOKA TANO!!!!! HOW DARE YOU!!!!!

Everyone turns to look at Rex and Ahsoka. 

Ahsoka: I... no... Rex.... it’s not what you think!!!

Ninth Sister: Don’t play dumb Tano! We all know where you and Larte disappeared to. We aren’t stupid!

[vadaschiquita]

Can I request another one if your not too busy? If you are then you can ignore this! But 18 and 24 with Nevada. Maybe a little angst and heat but happy ending?:)

So, since someone else asked for the same prompt as you (24), I’ll incorporate it in a different way, but I’ll focus more on number 18.

18. “you can’t do that!” he explained

This was it.

This was the straw that had broken the camel’s back. Fourteen days.  Fourteen fucking days you’d gone without seeing him, without knowing where in hell he was laying his head, if he was alive, if he’d eaten… where the fuck was he?

No one had seen him or heard of him.  You’d asked countless times.  You’d exerted your position as the woman that stood besides Nevada Ramirez, the woman everyone feared—including Nevada himself—the mother of his children, the supposed love of his life.

You couldn’t take it any longer, your boys had become restless, asking at all hours for the whereabouts of their father and you’d soothed them as much as possible, but enough was enough.  He’d know better than to do this to you.  You knew he wasn’t dead, you could feel him in your bones, and he’d left specific instructions that whenever the day came that he no longer walked this earth, you would know, and you trusted his word.

Another thing you trusted: his men.  They wouldn’t dare lie to you and just like Nevada had eyes and ears in every corner of this neighborhood, you did too, and yours were far more reliable and much more inconspicuous.

This had gone on for far too long so here you were, packing everything you could for you and your two boys.  Upstate, in Poughkeepsie, a house Nevada had bought for you in case anything happened to him and you wanted to escape the city.  You knew he kept money there; you’d be set for life and then some.

But then you heard it, and then you smelled it: boots clicking, whisky, and leather.  He’s here.

You continued packing, pacing back and forth between the boys’ room and yours, folding, and stuffing angrily everything you were packing.  Your back was to your bedroom door when you heard him sigh in contentment.  You shook your head, wetting your bottom lip, and bracing yourself for whatever was fixing to happen.

Maverick, your eldest, stirred, his leg twitching in slumber, and you smiled, reminded of how his father did the same in his sleep.

“Since when do we close doors around here?” he husked behind you.

You shook your head again, picking up a shirt from besides the suitcase, and folding it.  He scoffed and cleared his throat, “I asked you something.”

You looked over your shoulder, arching a brow. “Since I caught your youngest with a bag of your shit in his hands,” you turned to face him, placing a hand on your hip.  “Does that answer your question?”

He smirked, nodding as you turned to continue what you were doing.

It was the middle of the night, way past midnight; you weren’t having this conversation with him right now.  You were tired, exhausted, and though all you wanted to do was run into his arms, he deserved to quiver in his fucking pants for putting you through what he had for the last two weeks.

You heard his boots as they approached you and you could feel his presence behind you.  He touched your elbow, rubbing his thumb over your flesh.  “You let them in our bed,” he said softly, moving his hand up and down your arm.  “That’s a lot of changes, mami.”

You flicked your arm away and heard him grunt, “That’s what happens when one’s gone, Nevada.”

Nevada bit his lip, cursing himself for abandoning you and the boys for such a long period of time, but it needed to be done.  The more he prolonged it, the more he risked you all being in danger.  He tried again to touch you, yet you brushed him off and moved to grab some more items of clothing from the dresser across the bed.

“Mami, I know I was gone—”

You whipped around in haste, clutching some clothing against your bosom, “For two fucking weeks.  Yes, I’m aware.”

Your tone was even, complacent almost, and that’s what scared him the most: all the calm surrounding him.

He’d gone antsy, fidgeting with his hands, and shuffling his feet.  He needed a cigarette… or a good fuck, but one you didn’t allow indoors and the other one you wouldn’t give up easily.  He approached the bed, finally noticing what it is that you were doing and he turned, regarding you with fire in his eyes.

“The fuck do you think you’re going?”

You scoffed, grinning in amusement as you approached the bed, dropping your clothes besides the suitcase.  He’d finally gotten his head out of his ass long enough to notice what was going on.  

He grunted, grabbing your arm, and giving it a squeeze.  “What. The fuck.  Are you.  Doing,” he enunciated lowly.

You smirked, narrowing your eyes at him.  You saw the anger burning raw within his eyes and you could feel the power behind his grip.  You glanced down at his hand, raising your eyebrows as if that would will Nevada to ease up on his temper.

He knew better than to test you when you were like this.  There was a reason you’d won Nevada’s heart, and it hadn’t been just because of your good looks.  You had a temper that could match and exceed his and unlike him, you could keep an even head when his would damn near fly off the roof at any given moment.

He growled, releasing your arm sighing audibly.  He ran his fingers through his hair, turning around as he rubbed at his jaw.  

You were almost done packing, and as soon as you were, you were leaving.  “Fuck, fuck, fuck… FUCK!” he shouted, causing the boys to wince.

You started forward, pushing at his shoulder as you walked him backwards out of the room.  “You will lower your fucking voice, Nevada Ramirez,” you seethed, shoving at his chest.  “Your sons are in that room sleeping after having spent days crying because their fucking dad—the light of their eyes—wasn’t here to tuck them in.  I won’t have you wake them.”

You spoke low and calm, but still with authority. He’d seen you like this before, but never towards him.  You sighed, closing your eyes, but not before catching Nevada’s bemused expression. “Baby, I—” he tried, but his words failed him.

You turned to march back in the room, ignoring him completely.  “I don’t like you not yelling at me,” he admitted quietly.  “Why are you not yelling at me?”

“I—I’m not yelling at you, Nevada,” you started shakily. “I’m not yelling at you because you have pushed me so far that I cannot raise my voice.”  He took a step forward and you turned to face him, “I’m so angry at you, I can’t even insult you, Vada.  Look at them, I’m doing this, because of them.”

Nevada’s eyes shone, a mixture of emotion and anger still evident, “You can’t take my boys away.”

You scoffed, biting your lip.  “I’m not taking them away,” you paused for effect. “You walked away—”

“But, I’m back!”

You snickered, “Yea? For how long, huh?”

“Papi,” Ezra, your youngest, said sleepily.  Of course Nevada had woken him up with his incessant screaming and shouting.

He crossed over to where Ezra had now sat up and he bended to place a kiss to his forehead.  “I’m here, mijo,” he soothed, lulling the boy to sleep.  “You can’t do that!” he explained.  “You can’t do that.”

You raised your brows; challenging him, “Watch me.”

ONE MONTH LATER

You were surprised it had taken him this long to track you down.  He had every connection he could possibly need, so why had it taken him this long? You knew why.  When it came to you, Nevada was always blinded.  He couldn’t think, he couldn’t breathe, and he could never be clearheaded when it came to you and his boys.  That’s why it took him so long to track you down.

He should’ve known where you were.  Deep in his bones he knew where you were, but had he not been so fucking angry, so fucking worried about your wellbeing and that of your children, that he could’ve found you in the blink of an eye had he put his mind to it.

Now here he was, in the middle of the night yet again pacing the open area of the house’s living room like a restless animal.  His scruff had grown, his hair fell on his eyes, and you could see that his anxiety was peeking by the minute.

He ran his hands down his face and across his jaw, fisting and relaxing his fingers by his side as he attempted to find the correct words.

“I should’ve known,” he mumbled.  “I should’ve known you’d be here.  I told you to come here whenever you needed peace and quiet and, and, and I—it just slipped my fucking—”

“The boys are sleeping, so watch it,” you warned, glancing up at him from the couch.

He raised his hands up in defense, pausing to regard you. “Y—You have to come back, bella. Please,” he pled.  “I—I—can’t do this.”

You snickered, standing, and pacing to him. “You can’t do this, Vada?” you shrugged.  “We can’t do this.  You had me worried sick! For two fucking weeks I got nothing but radio silence, and you’ve gone the exact amount of time as we have without you yet you’re the one that cannot do this?” you shook your head waiting for his response, but nothing.

It wasn’t that you wanted to… punish Nevada for his actions, is that he needed to learn that now he wasn’t just hurting and worrying you, he was now hurting and worrying two little boys that saw nothing but greatness from their father.  He’d gone missing before, when you were dating, and of course you’d worried and cussed him out, but he had gone missing less frequently and for shorter period of times ever since he knew you were pregnant with Maverick.

Last time he went missing—and it wasn’t even for this long—was that summer where you stopped speaking to him to let him know how it felt to be on the other side of the rope.  In all honesty, you could care less what Nevada did to you at this point. You’d learned to guard your heart and protect it, even from the man who had the key to it, but now you were a mother and explaining the business to a three year old and a five year old was not a viable option here.

Maverick look the least like him, resembling you just a little more save for his father’s green eyes yet when he came to you asking for his father, you couldn’t help but feel as though you were lying to Nevada himself with all that cocky demeanor and wry smirk.  Ezra was a little subtler, resembling his father down to the pout yet mimicking your cool head and narrowed stare, broke your heart equally if not more when he would whine for his father.

Protecting your boys had become your livelihood and if Nevada was the one causing the most distress in their lives, then it only made sense for you to remove that factor from it.  Of course, that was still their father and you would never, ever deny him the satisfaction of seeing his children, but it was better—in your opinion—to protect them from his absence than having to explain it on a daily basis.

You stood, biting your lip, and shaking your head in tandem.  You wanted as much distance as possible from him, knowing that as soon as you breathed in his unmistakable scent, you’d be done for.

“Wanna know what Maverick asked me the other day?” he hummed, propping his elbow on the mantle above the fireplace.  “He asked me if Papi had left because he accidentally broke Papi’s cigar.”

Nevada scoffed, lowering his head, “Did you tell him that—”

“And then, Ezra asked me if Papi had sent us to this house because he touched something he wasn’t supposed to touch,” you continued without regard to his reverie.

“I hope you told h—”

“You see, Vada, that’s the difference between a present parent and an absent one.  I’m here to pick up the pieces you slowly tear apart in those two kids that only see lights for you,” you interrupted yet again.  “You should’ve been here to tell them whatever the fuck you’ve been trying to tell me to tell them for you.”

“Oh, fuck you!  Don’t give me that!” he grumbled loudly.  “I’ve been fucking looking for you—”

“Fuck you! You knew where I was,” you both breathed harshly.  You hated when your arguments led to cussing, but you were beside yourself at this point. “Once you got your head out of your ass, you figured it out, didn’t you?”

He scoffed, glaring at you.

Nevada knew he was in the wrong here and his intentions had been to waltz in and pack his kids up and take them back to the city.  No matter how much you fought because in the end he knew that if he took the kids, you’d had no choice but to follow him. But what he hadn’t counted on was you changing the locks on the doors.  No matter how hard he tried, you were always half a step in front of him, and in parts, he was more than grateful for it than not.

Nevada was used to thinking like a man: method, money, explanation.  That was it, three steps yet you thought like both.  You knew that he would eventually find you and you knew that he had a key, you also knew that he would barge in no matter what, so if you wanted a chance to at least get something out of him, you needed to change the locks.  Nevada would admit, it was smart; you had cornered him into doing your will.  Just like he did to his competition.

You could feel the exhaustion weighing you down and this was just going to keep on in circles and you were definitely not up for it.  You just wanted to rest.  The tears had slowly crept up on you and you wanted an out. You were done with the screaming and the fighting.  This wasn’t fair to the boys and it most definitely wasn’t fair to you.  

You were officially done with Nevada Ramirez.

“I don’t even know why I put up with this anymore,” you started, weaving through the area and avoiding the coffee table.  “The boys need me since you’ve clearly made your decision,” your voice cracked at the end and Nevada was quick to grab your arm.

“Oh no, you don’t get to fucking walk away this time.”

“Let me go, Vada, please,” you whimpered, pulling at your arm.

He held on and was able to pin you against the wall and lock you in with his hand by your face.  His hips pressed hard against yours and you could smell him, God you could smell him now.

Leather.

Whisky.

Smoke.

“You keep making decisions for me!” he grumbled near your face, slamming his hand next to your ear.  “I want to do this with you, chica, but you have to be patient with me,” he closed his eyes, shielding his emotions from you.  “Fuck!”

You could feel the tears at this point down your cheeks and he turned, doing a quick one-eighty to return to his previously held spot, “I can be patient, Vada.  I can, what I can’t be is tolerant.  The minute I start relaxing around you when it comes to the boys you go out and do shit like this.  Two weeks, Nevada!”

“I—”

You squirmed, shoving hard at his chest yet he held his ground.  “I don’t want your fucking excuses, Ramirez.  We’re talking about your fucking kids!”

He blew air through his nose like a bull and you were about to rip him a new one when you heard the words whispered, air hitting your chin as they left his mouth.  At first, you weren’t sure if he had said what you thought he’d said, but then he said it again, this time a little louder.  “I’m sorry,” he moved his chin up so that he could look you in your eyes, and he repeated it once more: “I’m sorry.”

You chuckled ruefully, your lips curling into a quick smile before giving your head a shake, “What are you sorry for, Vada?”

You could see the vulnerability in his eyes, but he held on and pushed through, for you.  “I left because I received a threat,” you widened your eyes at this statement and your hand automatically made contact with his cheek.

You had never lain a hand on Nevada… or any other man for that matter yet this had been like an out of body experience.  You didn’t know you were going to do it until you felt the stinging sensation radiating through your palm.  Two more fat tears rolled quickly down your cheek and you shook your head. How could he have put at risk your family like this?  Why hadn’t he told you?  You could’ve figured it out together yet he chose to keep everything a secret and look where you were now.

“I deserved that,” he chuckled, hanging his head. “Listen to me,” he begged before lifting his head once more.  “The threat was for me, not for you or the boys.  It took me a little bit to track him down, but I did and everything is… taken care of.”

You sighed, not realizing you had held in your breath. “Was that so hard?” you asked, leaning forward.  “Where were you?”

“A warehouse in Yonkers.”

“Fucking unbelievable,” you said under your breath, turning your head away.

He pressed his forehead against yours.  “I’m sorry, mami.  I’m sorry,” he panted, no doubt trying to keep his anger at bay.  He slammed his fist besides your face and you flinched, not because you were scared, but because the noise caught you by surprise.  “Fuck me, I’m sorry.”

You’d never heard him so apologetic before.  Nevada’s apologies were few and far in between yet you knew his other ways of apologizing to you when he’d fucked up. Nevada Ramirez was a lot of things, but apologetic or humble was not one of them.  Another tear, then another, then another rolled down your cheek and you brought your hand up to his cheek.

Upon contact he leaned his head into your touch, sighing before turning his head to press his lips on your palm, “You need to stop apologizing to me, Vada.  I’m not the one that needs to hear this.”

“H—How?”

You smiled, “The same you just said you were sorry to me, you sit down with them, and you say it to them.  They’re clever like their father.”

Your thumb rubbed his cheek as his eyes bore into yours. “Everyone’s gonna be fucking thrilled you’re back,” you raised your brows in amusement.  “We can stay here for a couple of more days, but we are going back to the city.”

You laughed, shaking your head, “You get on my nerves, Nevada Ramirez.”

“And, you on mine yet I can’t seem to get enough of you,” he smirked.

“Vada, this can’t happen anymore.  I’m serious, if—”

He hovered his lips over yours, effectively silencing you, “I know, I know, I know; no more Houdini acts.  Straight and narrow, from now on.”

“Vada, you say it, but you never—”

“I mean it, I do.  I do mean it this time, mi amor,” he sighed.  “Mami, this has been the most stressful month ever.  Everyone’s fucking pissed.”

You moved your hand to his neck, cupping his nape as you pressed your lips to his.  It’s what you’d wanted to do since a month ago.  You’d wanted nothing more than have his body pressed against yours after going so long without seeing him.  It was too long without him, without being able to satiate that need in your belly.

You broke the kiss when you heard Ezra call out of you. He’d been having difficulty sleeping in a strange place, especially knowing that Nevada wasn’t in the house even if you were a couple of doors down.  He was used to city living where he shared a room with his brother and now in this big ass house, he had a room of his own, and though some days were better than others, Mav had loved the idea of a room by himself yet Ezra hated it with all his little body.

“I’ll get him, you go get in bed.”

“He’s not going to let you go, Vada,” you smirked.

“I’ll bring him to bed with me.  It’s not like you haven’t spoiled the kid,” he sassed with a raised brow.

You snickered, “Shut up!”

He pressed his lips against yours once more before quickly pulling you down the hall and up the stairs.  You wanted to believe that this was all going to change, but you knew better than that.  You wouldn’t sell yourself a dream that wasn’t going to be up to par.  He had asked for patience and in return you’d asked for consistency.  If there was something Nevada understood was a quid pro quo.  He didn’t give anything for nothing so this was the way you would get him to work with you.

He’d already had a taste of what it was like not to be with the people he loved the most so you knew he’d be on his best behavior.

By the time Nevada returned to bed, you had Ezra pushed against your side and Maverick resting on your front.  Ezra wanted to be next to his Papi and you had granted that immediately, feeling Nevada’s heavy hand on your hip.

You sighed, closing your eyes.  This was how you were to wake: with your man and your boys by your side, what bliss!

tags: @scarletsoldierrr

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Mirror Mirror

Word Count:  1,721

A/N: So this fic is about the alternative Yonah and Ezra, which follows in the line of the 2005 Constantine movie,  I hope you guys like it!

  "What more do you want! Yonah." Ezra shouted, "You come back home late at night make a ruckus to the Wayne name on the night of my most important day," she growled, her eyes focused in her mirror, Ezra was soon to become the queen of Pafrania, a title that Yonah gave up years ago when she ran away to California to "practice" her magic. "I just wanted to congratulate you little sister.," she smirked evilly at Ezra. "Can't I just be here to support you?" Yonah questioned pulling one of the many hairs from her sisters head, 

"No, because nothing good ever comes from you.. you bring heartbreak towards this family, everyone you love leaves you and sometimes dies, I'm surprised that demon guy likes you." she scoffed, brushing her hair. Yonah felt a small rip in her heart form knowing that it was her time to leave, she had already gotten what she needed and there was no turning back now, so she thought,

Ezra watched her sister walk out of her room putting her focus back into prepping for the royal gala when suddenly she saw a shadowy figure in her mirror, thinking nothing of it she shrugged it off and continued doing her makeup, 

" Ezra .~"   

"Ezra.~" 

A voice said coming from nowhere, looking around she saw absolutely nothing until she looked up into the mirror from the corner of her room. 

"What the hell are you!" Ezra asked staring at the entity that dwelled from inside her mirror, 

" Ego sum anima, quod habitat in vobis." 

"I am the soul that dwells in yo-" she began to repeat after her reflection as she was sucked into the mirror,

 "LET ME GO!" 

"John can you believe it," Yonah said sitting in the back of Chas's taxi "I go to give a simple hello to my sister, and she treats me like utter shi-" a flash of bright light was seen in one of the mansion rooms, 

"Do you smell that?" she asked, her eyes wide.

"Sulfur," John replied while lighting a cigarette in his mouth.  Chas nodded at the pair gesturing them for them to go scope out the scene. 

"If you wanted to kiss me, you could have asked." 

"Rosemary lipstick, wards off demons." She said applying the red substance on her lips, as she handed him  sage, the look on his face a confused one,

 "Remeber I stopped practicing black magic years ago, ever since our little accident." she pointed towards her back as John took the sage,  "Chas come on !" she shouted watching him run behind her,  opening the door of the mansion she saw the looks of it, something about the place was eerier than usual. 

"Ms. Yonah, don't you know it's improper to come uninvited?"  Alfred said, polishing the metal of his prized teapot, 

"Alfred I'm so-" she stopped talking as he revealed his half rotting face, flies flying over it as he was grey in the face,  

 "  Libero spiritus relinquere hoc corpus!" Yonah shouted pushing her hand out blasting through what she thought was Alfred,  running up the steps she looked back at John blowing a spark from her finger,  "Let's just keep going," John said, the three of them walking upstairs,  

"This place is huge.." Chas said, looking around as he walked passed one of the bedrooms, "Hey, John, Yonah I'm gonna explore a bit in here," the room was beautiful, something you would see in a movie, chandelier hanging from the ceiling, with a bed fit for a queen, it was quite, pictures of a young girl on the table with what seemed to have been her parents, she looked  happy and fulfilled but she also looked like-,

"Chas.. play with me?" 

Chas followed the voice of the little child, being lead to what was a little girl playing with a Batman action figure. She had curly hair with the most trusting eyes that Chas had ever seen. 

"What's a little kid like you doing left alone?"

"Oh, I'm not alone?" the little child smiled at him, "I'm Yonah it's nice to meet you!" she stuck her hand out for him to shake it,

"Nice to meet you two," he took her hand to shake, the dooring behind him closing slowly.

"You didn't tell me your parents were royalty?" John glared over at Yonah as they passed down the family portraits, "You've never asked, now keep walking." she growled, walking by the study they hadn't been faced to face by any demons yet, and they had hoped it would stay that way. 

"What happened between you guys?" he asked the two now strolling down the hall, 

"I wasn't always a bad child... I just wanted to well... be noticed, I never meant to put a curse on my sister, I never meant to fall from grace I-" the door of the study creaked catching the attention of John and Yonah, it was empty as the perusal when she was there. 

"I should have raised you better.." the voice said coming from behind the door, "But instead we paid attention to your sister," Yonah knew that voice from anywhere, she began feeling the sting again on her heart that took a splash in the acid of her stomach.

"Dad?" she began walking.

"Yonah no," John said, seeing right through the disguise, but he knew Yonah was too blinded to see it, he just had to find a way to show her, she was wrong.

"You really think you'll get your happily ever after with that one?" Bruce pointed outside to  John from the closed doors, everything still looked the same from when she was little, pictures of her dad, her brothers, her mother, and in his hands a picture of her, in a mirror, 

 "What are you talking about?"

"All he's doing is using you, you know it for a fact, that boy doesn't love you.." Bruce said glaring at Yonah making her feel small, "He'll only break your heart, throw you away and-"

"That's not true!" she shouted, watching the way he began to glide past her, grabbing her by the arm taking her towards the window his back towards the door, as she was now hypnotized by the image, almost as if she were caught in his web,  Bruce smirked as he took a shard of glass dipping it in his blood, 

"So nice of you to visit.." 

BOOM!

"Yonah where are you, Yonah," John stopped in his tracks seeing her semi- lifeless body on the floor bleeding out a puddle of magenta blood spewing out from her body slowly, "That bastard.." he whispered crouching down to her height, tying his tie around the gash on her leg he picked her up laying her on the office desk, before of blast of air pushed him out the window glass falling all around him.

"Well fuck," he grumbled hitting his head on a bush,  

"We meet again," the voice said shapeshifting from its disguise to its usual self.

" Marzannin.," he growled, "Demoness of vanity," he growled getting back up as she pulled her hand out using her powers to choke, "Doesn't feel nice does it, John, nice girl, by the way, shame she had to die," she shrugged.

Yonah got up with the best of strength that she had left, hearing fast pacing footsteps from the hall her hand out reading to cast any spell needed, her eyes still half shut, 

"Hey... Ms. Yonah... stay with me, God that's blood, yeah that's blood,"

Yonah laughed a little hearing his voice, "Hey Chas sweetie, calm down, we have to save Ezra,"  she tried getting her strength back, but nothing would do, "John's gonna be pissed at me, but.." he said starting to ramble out spells that he remembered,

"Had enough yet, John!"  Marzannin said, seeing him all bloody and beaten.

"No.." 

Yonah pulled Ezra out of the mirror as she laid her unconscious body on her bed, "Chas protect her please, she's the only sister I've got." 

"Wait where are you go-" he stopped noticing that she was already gone, "Gotham broads I tell ya." he shook his head,

"Why don't you pick on someone your own size Marzi.. or are you too much a bitch to do so.."  she began walking towards the demon who had John floating in the air, looking up at again she felt everything was slipping away from her, but she also felt as though she had nothing to lose.

" Rosea flamma ignis" she said flames growing from the palm of her hands, slinging them around to hit the demon, first she takes her sister and now the man that she dearly loved, this demon had to die and quickly. 

"You'll need a summoning circle, I've been practicing on those!" Chas said making one,  Yonah nodded as she walked towards it face to face with the demon, 

"You really care that much.." she said, "What a pity, wasting your time on a man who'll never love you.." she laughed, 

"That may be so... but I'd trade my life for his any moment, including now.." she said raising her hand out for Marziznian to reach,

"You're not serious, are you?"

"Yonah! no, "  Chas shouted.

"Take it, it's yours.." as the demon grabbed her hand she used her fire powers to send her right back where she belonged, in hell,  "Chas you make sure John is fine I'll-"

"Yonah.." Ezra said running towards her hugging her tightly, "You saved my life, after everything I said why, " 

"It was no big deal, trust me," she smiled, 

"No, I must honor you at the gala Alfred, you get her and her friends cleaned up please," 

Yonah sat in her old room dressed up as she heard a knock on the door, John stood there mouth open as he saw Yonah dressed in a midnight blue gown that complimented her so much, "Why the long face?" he asked watching the way she looked at him.

"John I don't deserve to be here... I deserve to be with you.." she said, 

"What about the scar?"

"Stitched perfectly, but what do you say we leave this place and stick our noses where we're needed.."  she smirked pulling him by his new tie and kissing him.

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waiting for you

inspo: songfic of waiting for you by the aces

word count: +8.8k

synopsis: she’s always been close with luke, best friends even. and when feelings are realized does she find out that maybe their friendship had always been a little more than ‘just friends.’

a/n: sorry if my capitalization doesn’t make sense. also this kinda got out of hand, thus being so long. also the last line is kinda eh but yeah, hope you enjoy

Ping! Ping!

She cracked one of her eyes open, blindly grabbing for her phone. 

Bzzt Bzzt

Remember the words you told me, love me till the day I die.

Y/N finally caught her phone, clicking the home button to turn it on, which also shut off the ringer.

“Fucking shit,” she yelped as the white light nearly blinded her eyes. After turning down the brightness to a considerable amount, she saw the notifications pop up, one after another.

lu: I’m having one of those moments lu: I can’t sleep (2) missed calls from lu cal-pal: did u pick up luke? cal-pal: he’s interrupting my sleep (2) missed calls from sumo smash ash mikey-crikey: please tell you’re with him sumo smash ash: u up mikey-crikey: I don’t need more late night phone calls sumo smash ash: pls talk to luke sumo smash ash: I need my sleep mikey-crikey: he scared the daylights out of southy and crys (1) missed call from cal-pal lu: I’m sorry if I woke u up

She rolled her eyes, reading the texts, before unlocking her phone and replying back.

y/n: no but I guess I will now cal-pal: thank god, bless your soul y/n: overdramatic ass. I’m getting up now cal-pal: oke gn :) y/n: gn u dork

y/n: lazy hoe sumo smash ash: wOW OKAY sumo smash ash: but please? sumo smash ash: he somehow calms down the best with you y/n: fiiiiiine sumo smash ash: :D <3 y/n: go to sleep then! sumo smash ash: -.- zzzz

y/n: nope mikey-crikey: please? y/n: getting up and putting my jacket on mikey-crikey: you’re a lifesaver y/n: the story of my life mikey-crikey: love youuuu

“Hello?”

“Hey, are you at your place?” she said, grabbing a sweatshirt from the chair next to her closet that was probably either Calum’s or Luke’s.

“Yeah, why?” Luke replied. She slipped on the two sleeves while the phone was tucked between her ear and shoulder.

“I saw your texts, I’ll be there in 10 and be ready to leave.” She ended the call before he got another word in. She grabbed her wallet and keys and slipped on a pair of mustard-yellow vans, that Mikey called atrocious and Calum called vile but she loved them to death. She went out the door, locking up behind her and walked down the 15 or some steps down from her floor to the street front, where her car was parked. Once she started the ignition and warmed up the car, while fiddling with her phone trying to find her calming playlist, she pulled out from the curb, towards the direction of Luke’s place. Y/N had been there so many times, that the drive from hers to his was muscle memory, thus her mind drifting off, just enough that her eyes were on the road, but not focusing on where she was going.

Before she knew it, she was pulling up the curb right outside his place.

y/n: i’m right outside your windowwww lu: wait lu: what?? lu: oh

She saw his head peek out the window, grinning widely at her, then she assumed he ran downstairs, a few seconds bursting out the door. He was clad in a 5SOS III hoodie and grey sweats, the hood up, which was mostly covering his curls that were spilling out from the sides.

“Y/N, you didn’t have to do this,” Luke said, settling in shotgun. She rolled her eyes, as she shifted the gears from park to drive.

“What, no hello? No ‘early morning to you’?” she teased. His laughter filled the car, warming her more than the hoodie that she was wearing.

“Top of the mornin’ to ya’, lassie,” he then said, in the best Scottish accent that Luke could muster. Which wasn't the greatest to be fair. Y/N giggled, while flicking on the turn signal to get onto the main road.

“Alrighty matey,” she replied, trying to keep a straight face.

“What, was that the best you can do?” he retorted, his thick accent becoming more prominent.

“I tried okay!” She slapped his knee, all the while staring at him cross-eyed and tongue sticking out.

“Hey! Eyes on the road!”

“Alright dad.” That prompted a shove, which Y/N responded with the car shifting to the left, nearly going into the other lane.

“Staahp it,” he groaned, leaning back in his seat.

It was quiet in the car after that, minus the music playing quietly in the background. There were barely any other cars on the road, just them speeding down the road with the windows creaked open giving a light breeze in the car.

“What playlist is this?” Luke finally said, as the song switched from Coldplay’s Fix You to Landslide by Fleetwood Mac.

“It’s my chill playlist.” They would often share music with each other, from being of their time, as they made playlists on spotify with titles that were either one-worded or twenty, to them burning CDs for each other. Thankfully, Y/N’s car still had a CD player, which she would play Luke’s mixes on the way to work.

Luke grabbed her phone that was docked next to the dashboard, where it was placed for easy access if she needs to see it for navigation or messages while driving.

“I’m not telling you the code,” she said, watching him try to unlock it in the corner of her eyes.

“That’s alright,” he said, swiping up on the screen and placing the phone in front of her face for a couple seconds before the device was unlocked.

“Hey!” she said, which earned him another smack, this time on the shoulder.

“Oww, you hurt me.”

“That’s what you get for abusing phone privileges. And now I’m not loving that function anymore, Apple,” she grumbled, as the car slowly stopped for the red light.

Luke flicked through her phone, reading through the list of songs in the playlist currently playing in the car.

“Kacey Musgraves, Fleetwood Mac, George Ezra,” he mumbled, “and 5 Seconds of Summer?!” She rolled her eyes but watched him read through her playlist amusedly.

“Yeah heard of them? They’re alright but they have some tunes.” This prompted another shove.

“Oi! Stop hitting the driver!” He stuck out a tongue at her, which she nearly missed as the light turned green. To annoy Luke even more, she sped up the car, accelerating the car as quick as she could to the speed limit of 40 mph.

“Hey!” She glanced in the rearview mirror, checking to see if there were any cars nearby, which there weren’t. Thus her slamming the brakes, careening Luke forward and her phone smacking on the dash in front of him.

“I regret ever getting in the car with you.” Luke groaned, rubbing his head which also received casualty during the sudden stop.

“But you still love me.” He watched her, hands loosely gripping the wheel and hair blowing in the breeze, as they continued down the road.

“Yeah,” he breathed out, “I do.”

Antics quieted down after that, and it just became the music and the road ahead of them. Y/N noticed Luke drifting off, as she was telling him a story of an incident that happened at work, right when she was getting into how her coworker, Brooke broke the coffee machine. She smiled at him, as she heard his soft breaths, his chest rising then sinking in slumber. Y/N turned at the next light, slowly circling back to Luke’s place.

Once she pulled up at the same spot from a couple of hours ago, she shut off the car, the music cutting out as well. He was still asleep, thankfully. Y/N knew that the guys were pulling in the extra hours on their next album, even to the point of not sleeping regularly, which worried her. So she was happy to help any band member calm down and relax in the comfort of her car, which also happened to be her favorite thing: driving down the road in the dead of the night, with quiet conversation and her trusty playlist to accompany her and the other passenger.

She climbed out of the car, shutting the door silently as she could. Then Y/N walked to the other side, opened the door, and reached over the tall blonde boy to unclip his seatbelt. Then she shifted him, so his legs were hanging out the door and one arm over her shoulder. She would’ve tried to fully carry him but considering that Luke was at least seven inches taller than her, she didn’t even bother. Thankfully, despite him still drifting in slumber, his legs cooperated with her, taking steps to the door. She kicked her car door behind her and clicked the fob to lock it, before finding Luke’s house key on her keychain.

“Okay work with me here,” she whispered, once they got into his place. Y/N sat him down on the couch, slipping off his shoes and placed them by the door next to hers. She then pulled him off the couch, having him leaning on her again as they walked slowly to his bedroom. She assumed that Luke was somewhere in between consciousness and sleep as he held her arm, right as she was walking away from his bed, in which she tucked him into moments before.

“Stay with me,” he mumbled, while tugging her back towards the bed. Y/N weighed the options, thinking when she needed to get up for work that would give enough time for her to get back to her place and change in time.

“Okay,” Y/N decided. She opened the clock app on her phone, pressing the alarm for 7:45 am and 8 am before plugging her phone in Luke’s phone charger next to his bed. Then Y/N untied her hair from a half ponytail, putting the hairband next to her phone, wallet, and keys on the bedside table. She slid into bed, right next to Luke, who wiggled a bit away from her to make room, and once her head hit the pillow, his arms and legs wrapped around her frame, warming her enough to immediately drift off to sleep.

Why you acting like a stranger, when we do this every night.

Y/N’s eyes opened, before groaning. She was exhausted due to not going to bed early enough, much less considering her late night/early morning drive with Luke. Speaking of Luke, she briefly forgot where she was, until a large form curled around her shifted to slap her phone off the bedside table, which she assumed Luke hoped would shut off the alarm. Alas, no.

You only ever wanna love me after midnight.

She peered over the bed, looking for where her phone was. Surprisingly, it was still plugged in. So, Y/N reached out, trying to grab the phone on the ground whilst still in bed. But no, the universe didn’t want to give her all the pleasures in life.

Thuump!

“Owww,” she groaned. She quickly unlocked her phone, this time thanking the apple gods for facial recognition and shut off both of her alarms that were blaring 5SOS music.

“The funniest part of that was not the music but you falling off the bed.” She turned around, to see Luke smiling, his eyes half open and his voice scratchy.

“Shut up Lu,” she groaned, rubbing her side and hoping that a bruise won’t form there. She checked the time on her phone, cursing. “Gonna be late!” She stood up, shoving her items into the hoodie’s front pocket and tied up her hair into a floppy bun.

“Goodbye hug?” Luke said, holding his arms out. She sighed, watching this adorable man-child curled up in bed. What she would give to have another hour, heck even fifteen more minutes.

“You dork,” she said, as she put one knee on the bed, balancing herself before Luke nearly swallowed her with his arms.

“Can’t you stay longer? It was comfy with you.”

“I cannot Lucas. Also being your human teddy bear was too hot, especially when the human teddy bear is wearing sweats.” He chuckled, then retracted his arms, snuggling back under the covers.

“It was hot last night,” he agreed. The fact that both of them were wearing sweats under the comforter, not even considering that Luke was a human space heater, had Y/N slightly sweaty when she got out of bed. She walked out of the bedroom, spying a block of post-its next to a mason jar full of colored sharpies by the jar. Y/N wasn’t surprised.

After first meeting the guys and getting to know them, whenever she visited their apartments, she noticed that there were random places where there was stationary and writing utensils, post-its and sharpies being preferred the most. Calum explained to her one day that when they have random bouts of inspiration, the boys would quickly scrawl it down, trying not to forget anything. Or other times, they would leave little notes or drawings to each other before they would leave each other’s places. Some notes being thoughtful and lovely and others with crude jokes with badly drawn stick figures.

Finished with her sticky note that one was placed on the fridge and the other on the counter and putting on her shoes, she unlocked the door.

“Bye Lucas!” she yelled into the house, then shutting the door and locking up behind her with her set of spare keys, before Luke could even respond.

When Luke got up, about an hour or two later after Y/N left, he saw something neon pink in the corner of his eye once he walked into the kitchen.

hello lucas bobby hemmo hope u had a decent night of sleep and I was happy to help (you were heavy to carry when asleep!!) don’t forget to eat something before going into the studio and do the guys a favor and shower before too!!! love ya u man child your temporary uber driver

He grinned, reading the message while waiting for the coffee machine to finish brewing his morning cup. After getting out a piece of bread that he immediately put in the toaster and two boiled eggs from the fridge, he saw her second message, this time on a neon green post-it.

aaayyee ohhh hemmo1996 (never letting that go) also if you dented my phone case or cracked my phone when you smacked my phone to the ground with your humango hands I will send u the bill (also I suggest wearing the plaid pants and black high tops, it’s a look and gunsta be ‘chilly’ today!!) don’t understand you people thinking that 55 degrees is cold give Pet my best, I didn’t get to see her :(((( I bet ur eating those nasty-ass boiled eggs for breakfast ~love ya~ ;D y/n

He scoffed, biting into one boiled egg and taking a sip of his coffee. He heard the pitter-patter of Petunia’s feet on the hardwood.

“Hey Pig,” he cooed, kneeling down to rub her head. “Y/N says hello and is sorry for leaving so early.” She grunted in response, then trudged away from him to her food bowl, lapping up the water.

“Yeah, I wish she stayed too.”

Luke stood up and opened the cupboard where all of Petunia’s food, snacks and treats were housed. He grabbed the correct plastic jug, popped open the lid and used the lid which was dipped enough to indicate how much dog food to give per meal, then poured it into her bowl. He shut the jug and placed it next to the ziplock bag of homemade treats that Y/N made two weeks ago. Petunia happily started eating as he finished his own breakfast, toast now finished with butter and vegemite.

“Pet, I just-” he said, talking to his dog, “I think I like her, like, like-like her and I don’t really know what to do.” As if she was listening to him, Petunia turned around, watching him with her chocolate brown eyes. Luke sat on the ground, followed by Petunia padding over and laying in between his legs. He took another bite of his toast, chewing thoughtfully.

“And she keeps telling me that she loves me, but what does that even mean?! Is this a platonic love? Or a familial love? Or like a romantic love?” The white bulldog mix grumbled, before sniffing her own leg.

“I don’t know, man,” he said, stroking her back. He paused before laughing to himself.

“I don’t know, WO-man.” And there was silence, as if Petunia understood his bad joke. “Get it? Cause you’re a girl Pet? Not a man?” Petunia made some whining noises, before getting up and laying on her bed near the couch.

“Alright then,” he grumbled. Luke got up, realizing that he should probably get ready for the studio.

“I’ll figure it out. Maybe.”

Just as she walked into the cafe where they were having brunch, she heard all of their laughter. More specifically Luke’s laughter. Despite having a deeper-toned voice, Luke’s laugh was more high-pitched and breathy, which was something that always brought her a smile to her face and even had her laughing along.

“How can I help you?” Y/N snapped from her daze, now seeing the slightly too peppy hostess in front of her. “Hi, I’m here with a group, and I think they’re in the back.” The hostess frowned, clicking on the screen.

“I’m sorry but that’s a private party,” she said. Y/N noticed that she was tenser compared to how the hostess was a few seconds ago.

“Is there a problem? My friends are there; we made a reservation.” The hostess chewed her lip, contemplating before deciding.

“What is the name that the reservation is under?”

“I think it’s under Bobby or Thomas. For a party of 7?” Whenever they would have these get-togethers, the boys would always put the reservation under a different name, to limit the crowds of people that would form out front once someone recognized them. She mentally rolled her eyes, as they weren’t that creative with names.

“Uh,” the hostess said, her hands slightly shaking and her eyes shifting around them, “can you give me a second?” Y/N frowned, annoyed that she had to wait when she could hear them just a few feet away from her. But she nodded, which then the hostess walked into the back.

y/n: what the heck?!! cal-pal: what? what did I do? y/n: what’s the reservation name under cal-pal: ...fuck cal-pal: I think I put it under Thomas y/n: …… cal-pal: sorry cal-pal: are they giving you trouble y/n: I think so, the hostess had to quiz me y/n: then I think she’s getting her boss cal-pal: do u want me to go up there y/n: no it’s fine, I’ll figure it out cal-pal: ..okay just lmk if u want me to y/n: oke

“Excuse me, ma’am?” Y/N looked up from her phone, now seeing the hostess move onto another customer while a young lady and a guy that seemed to be the epitome of a hipster watched her, their eyes looking over every part of her and her outfit. Y/N normally didn’t care what people thought of what she wore. Some days it was lazy and comfortable with a sweatshirt while other times it was more dressy and fashionable with colored ankle boots to match. Today was an in between, with a polka dotted t-shirt dress, black stockings, and olive green combat boots. Oh, and she was wearing Luke’s 5SOS sweatshirt again, which she stole from him and basically claimed as her own. Now thinking over her choices this morning as (what she presumes) the two owners look her over, debating if she truly is apart of the group that’s closed off the back of the cafe or if she was a rabid fan that wanted to meet the band of her dreams.

“Oh! Y/N, you’re here!” She spotted Ashton behind the cafe owners, sporting a wide grin. The owners automatically relaxed and stepped aside.

“Sorry about that sir, we just weren’t sure if she was-”

“That’s fine, and I’ll take her to our seats,” Ashton said, cutting off the hipster dude. The two nodded, before walking away, into the back area near the kitchens.

“Perfect timing,” Y/N breathed, as she and Ash walked down a corridor to the closed-off section.

“Cal told me about the situation, and after taking awhile, he asked if I could check up to see if they had thrown you out.” She rolled her eyes, elbowing him.

“There you are! What took you so long!” Michael said, pulling her into a hug.

“Sorry guys and gals, the front wouldn’t let me go for a bit.” Luke’s eyebrows furrowed, as he took a sip of what Y/N assumed to be some fruit/vegetable health concoction that she would say far away from.

“I think the sweatshirt didn’t help,” Cal said, who was sat next to her. Y/N shrugged.

“Probably. I didn’t think much of it this morning, was just cold. But hey, at least you know that you’re covered with security and privacy at this place.” The boys nodded, looking back down at their menus.

“We didn’t order yet, except for Luke’s weird-ass smoothie and Crystal’s juice,” Cal said, leaning on her shoulder. He gave her his menu, since there wasn’t enough for the whole table, thus him reading over her shoulder the options.

“Heyyy,” Luke said, who was sitting on the other side of Y/N. He leaned in, to the point where Y/N was squished in between the two freakishly tall dudes (okay so there are many people, specifically guys that are around their height but to Y/N and her measly height they all seems gigantic). “I heard that. And it’s not weird; it’s tasty and good for you.”

“Mate, those two don’t belong in the same sentence,” Ashton quipped. He was sat across from Y/N, still flicking through the menu, unsure what to get.

“Unfortunately I would have to agree, it might be healthy but definitely doesn’t taste good,” Y/N said, facing Luke who was pouting at her statement.

“Have you tried it?” His eyes bore into hers, and when she looked into his, there was a lack of laughter that would usually be there. She shook her head.

“No,” she mumbled.

“Try it.” Luke reached out the straw towards her lips, and with some nudges from Luke, she took a sip to her dismay and the laughter of her friends around her. Once the liquid hit her tongue, her eyebrows crinkled and her eyes squinted at the bitter and sour taste.

“HA! I told you it wasn’t good!” Calum said, pointing at Luke. Luke raised his eyebrows at Y/N in question.

“I mean it’s not bad-”

“See!”

“-but I wouldn’t pay money to get it.” The table chorused in laughter, with the exception of Luke.

“Are you ready to order?” Their whole group suddenly went silent, now realizing the waitress that was standing at the end of their table, for who knows how long.

“Uh yeah,” Mikey said. Everyone said their orders, going clockwise around the table, until it stopped at Y/N.

“Uh this is awkward,” she mumbled, flipping through the menu to see if anything stuck out to her. She had something in mind earlier, but now it was slipping her mind what that was.

“Just get the eggs benedict, it’s pretty good here,” Luke whispered to her, who was practically on her shoulder.

“You and your fucking eggs,” she grumbled.

“And what would you like ma’am?” Luke choked back his laughter, as the waitress spoke immediately after Y/N, who was now mortified that everyone around her heard what she just said.

“I’ll have the eggs benedict, with hash browns on the side,” she finally said, after a nudge from Cal, which broke her stupor. The waitress nodded, scrawling it down on her notepad before collecting all the menus.

“It will be out in about 15 to 20 minutes, and is there anything else that you need? Refills?” Cal and Ash snorted, then quickly composed themselves.

“No thank you,” Michael said, almost rolling his eyes at the boys’ antics. The waitress nodded, then walked away back into the kitchens. “Really?” He glared at Cal and Ash.

“What? We were laughing at Y/N.” Ash said, still giggling. The whole tabled looked at her, who was doe-eyed, like a deer in the headlights.

“What? All I did was this,” she said, shrugging. She then pointed at Luke’s smoothie, followed by the pantomiming of her chopping her neck along with being cross-eyed and her tongue sticking out. The whole table erupted in laughter.

“Man, I’m stuffed,” Mikey said, patting his stomach. Y/N rolled her eyes, yet chuckled at the currently blonde-haired boy.

“Heading back to the studio?” Y/N asked, as they got up from their seats. Some were stretching and others were sliding on their jackets. Mikey shook his head.

“Nah, we have the day off.” Y/N nodded, while tying the sweatshirt, that may or may not have caused her so much trouble earlier that day, around her waist.

“So, you’re just gonna chill?” she replied. Ashton shrugged, frowning slightly.

“Yeah, I guess.” They all walked out of the cafe; the cool breeze lightly hitting them in the face. The group stood in twos, with Luke and Y/N bringing up the rear.

“What are you gonna do today?” Luke said, swinging his arm, back and forth, which was holding her hand. She shrugged, also swinging her arm in tune with Luke’s.

Normally, when they would casually be holding hands or any other form of affection that was shown more in couples, Y/N didn’t think much of it. But today it felt different between them. Maybe it was the excessive joking at the cafe, or how they split chocolate chip pancakes together and he fed her the first bite, but whatever it was, it was all adding up in her head. Did he like her? Because damn, if he did, her heart would burst out of her chest, just like how it is now, thundering away.

“Just it’s gonna be us singletons!” Y/N snapped out her reverie, now seeing Mikey and Crystal walk away, giving them a wave with her free hand.

“Mate, it’s just us,” Calum point out, nodding at Luke and Y/N’s intertwined hands. Her cheeks turned hot and were probably pink.

“No, my hands are just cold,” Luke said, who was also sporting tinged cheeks.

“We’re in the west coast? And look, you have pockets, man.” Ashton was pointing to Luke’s leather jacket, which indeed did have pockets.

“They can’t fit with his humango hands,” Y/N quipped, grinning at Luke. She maintained eye contact with the blue-eyed boy as she put their enclosed hands into her own coat pocket that was unusually big. Something in her compelled her to do this; she wasn’t sure what. But based on the widened eyes and grin that Luke was giving her, Y/N was glad she did.

The boys didn’t say much to the gesture, as they continued walking down the street, side by side. Luke gave their intertwined hands a brief but tight squeeze, as he continued to chat with Cal about some band, that Y/N didn’t catch the name of, and that band’s new album that was going to be released in the next few days. She glanced at him in the corner of her eye, while she was listening to Ash ramble about a new song that the band was writing recently.

“Y/N?”

“Hm?” She looked up from her shoes, to see Ash staring at her with a smirk.

“Thinkin’ about something?” Her mouth flopped open then closed, after a moment, noting that she probably looked like a fish flopping out of the water.

“No?” Her cheeks grew hot. Was it just today, or has it always been that her mind drifted to thinking about Luke?

“Well,” Ash said with a raised eyebrow, “I was asking you about your thoughts.”

“My thoughts?”

“About the song?” Y/N’s eyes widened suddenly, trying to rack her mind of the song that Ash was talking about, to pull something out of her ass to convince him that she was listening to him.

“Yeah, the one I was talking about?”

“Ah, um, it’s interesting?” she paused, thinking of something better to say. “Like, I can’t imagine creatively writing a melody that doesn’t copy an already written song?” Ashton nodded at her, his face grim and stoic.

“That’s-” he said, before bursting into laughter.

“What?” She stopped walking, seeing the older boy bent over laughing. Oh yeah, she forgot Luke was holding her hand. Y/N was immediately pulled forward, causing her to trip and stumble, which also induced Ashton into further laughter.

“Why did we stop?” Luke said, watching the two of them, one who was still bent over in laughter, while the other gripping his arm to prevent from falling over into the pavement.

“Y-Y/N-” Ashton said, then giggled further. He stood up, taking deep breaths to calm down, though he was still sporting a huge grin.

“Shut up dude,” Y/N groaned, pulling Ashton’s arm up till he was standing upright again. Luke smirked at Y/N while Cal rolled his eyes at the two of them, and the two of them continued on with their conversation.

“I hate you,” she groaned, once they were again situated back in their positions: the four of them walking down the sidewalk in a row of four, much to the annoyance of other pedestrians that would pass them with a stink eye. Ash would give them an exaggerated frown back at them, which would be responded with a huff and a mutter something along the lines that they were done with tourists for the month. Cal and Luke were completely oblivious to those stares and grimaces, as they were wrapped up in their conversation, which Y/N was not sure if was still about music or about the recent rugby match that Luke dragged her out from her cozy cocoon of her bed at 3 am to watch the match with him at his place. (She later found out that both Ash and Cal were also up at the godforsaken hour at Ashton’s apartment, much to the neighbors’ disappointment.)

“Nah, pretty sure you love me,” Ashton quipped, sidestepping behind Y/N to let an elderly couple walk past them. Y/N rolled her eyes, but the smile creeping up on her face said otherwise.

“Unfortunately.” She slumped her shoulders, which pushed her hands deeper into her coat pocket. She also missed the widening smile that Luke was on his face, while Cal and Ash noted the quiet exchange in their minds.

“And you love him more,” Ashton said, quiet enough for her to hear, but for the other two Aussie boys to not.

“Well I mean,” she hesitated, “I love all you guys.”

“But him more.” He raised his eyebrows slightly, as the corner of his mouth quirked up, the smirk threatening to spread across his face. Y/N frowned for a moment, then her expression changed to a soft smile in an instant.

“Maybe so.”

cal-pal: I don’t understand cal-pal: why cant u just tell her lu: dunno lu: I’m sure she doesn’t like me in that way cal-pal: dude cal-pal: have u SEEN how she’s like with u around? lu: like any other normal time we hang out? cal-pal: smh lu: ?? cal-pal: whatever man

Luke sighed, placing his phone on the coffee table in front of him. He likes her, that for sure he knows. Heck, he’s also pretty sure that he loves her.

But his mind is going crazy if she does too. It also didn’t help the poor boy when she decided to hold his hand while they were strolling down the street with Cal and Ash. And she made no comment or further action about it, other than teasing him with the boys that 1. he’s cold and it’s LA in the spring, and 2. he has, and she quotes, “humango hands,” which she also said exactly in her post it the other week. Does she or does she not?

Petunia padded over to where he was sitting on the couch, sniffling and whining for his attention.

“Hey Pet,” he said, a soft smile adorning his lips as he rubbed her head, placing a kiss or two right above her eyes.

“Maybe it’s just a close friends thing,” he grumbled, “like, she greets all of the guys with a hug and a kiss on the cheek.” He paused thinking. “I mean she calls Ash ‘babe’ all the time.”

y/n: am forward or being too forward sumo smash ash: normally, I’d say a bit too forward y/n: and? sumo smash ash: let me finish! sumo smash ash: but with luke’s thick-ass skull I’d almost say not enough y/n: aCTUALLY y/n: I mean, last week I stayed in bed with him and we CUDDLED y/n: I don’t cuddle with guys too often sumo smash ash: cept us dudes sumo smash ash: cause we cuddly y/n: facts y/n: but like I helped him fall asleep at the “ass-crack of dawn” y/n: who does that? y/n: and we slept in the same bed, intertwined PRIOR to falling asleep y/n: I left the dude cute-ass notes sumo smash ash: to be fair sumo smash ash: u do the driving thing with us, along with other poor fellas that suffer jet-lag or insomnia sumo smash ash: even at the ass-crack of dawn y/n: I guess sumo smash ash: but u do seem to be more personal and flirty with him compared to your usual nice-ness

Y/N groaned, dragging her fingers through her hair. How come he just didn’t know?

She had been trying to give Luke hints that she likes him, hell, that she loves him, but alas he has no clue.

Two weeks ago, they had a movie marathon, the day right after the boys came back from 5SOS III, in which they were both tucked up on the couch with a few blankets and at least four pillows. And after awhile, at about the beginning of the second movie, they were spooning, and she was also hand-feeding Luke red vines and popcorn. Not to mention that they also fell asleep on the couch and were woken up at 7 am by Petunia licking her face and whining in Luke’s ear.

The following weekend they spent time “browsing,” as what Y/N called it, thus so that her wallet wouldn’t be dead by the end of their spontaneous shopping trip. They went everywhere, from boutiques that housed fashions worth more than her apartment rent, to beauty counters where she needed more matte eyeliner and the two of them gazed and glitter palettes (they both bought one each, though they promise to borrow and share the wide variety of colors) and rows and rows of nail polish in every color under the sun. To normal clothings stores, “lucas, these clothes are barely in my income range, and I want plaid pants too,” and of course the stores that allowed Y/N to get five white t-shirts of the most minute styling differences all under 20 dollars. They even ran into a few fans, which she silently stepped aside, continuing to look at other items in the store, all the while being a couple feet away from Luke in case they needed to make a swift exit. No questions were raised about the two of them together, out on the town, all assuming that she was just a supportive friend in all endeavors of Luke Robert Hemmings’ life.

It became to the point with the amount of time that they were spending with each other outside of Luke being in the studio or Y/N at work, that her lingering feelings that she’s housed for the light-haired curly-headed boy turned into actual, vivid emotions that came up fluttering in her belly, especially when he would give her that wide, eye-crinkle, grin.

y/n: I just don’t know what to do sumo smash ash: maybe bring it up a notch? sumo smash ash: like to the point where it’s painfully obvious y/n: well if that doesn’t work then might as well tell him myself y/n: despite ya know y/n: the overwhelming potential rejection y/n: damn. y/n: guys have it hard, when going first with these kinds of things sumo smash ash: YEAH sumo smash ash: that’s if guys go first sumo smash ash: despite it being the 21st century y/n: yeahhhh ik y/n: girls kinda still want some reassurances that the other is into you before they jump in too sumo smash ash: c’est la vie

Y/N frowned, trying to wracked her brain of more, should she say, creative ways of implying that she’s in love with her best friend.

Remember the words you told me, love me-

Y/N awoke immediately, swiping on her phone screen to answer the call.

“Hello?”

“Hey, you coming?” She furrowed her eyebrows, now looking at her phone screen, which popped up with more notifications that she seemingly didn’t hear during her nap.

in 2 hours - cashton’s rando bar hang lu: do u want me to pick u up lu: I think cal and mike want to go eat before lu: are you there? cal-pal: hey so thinkin that we should eat first cal-pal: to ya know, avoid the sudden alcohol rush cal-pal: nvm ash is pregaming mikey-crikey: are we meeting at the restaurant ash: what restaurant mikey-crikey: I wanna eat dude mikey-crikey: starving, ate an early lunch cal-pal: me too cal-pal: y/n where to? ...read more messages…

Y/N cursed to herself, seeing that it was a little past 8, while the guys had planned to hang at 7, and the additional last-minute dinner plans that they decided at 6, made her super late.

the true 5 seconds of summer y/n: SORRY SORRY SORRY y/n: OVERSLEPT cal-pal: finally cal-pal: we were just about to leave and bust down ur door mikey-crikey: luke was getting worried lu: WAS NOT mikey-crikey: you kept checking your phone every minute ?? lu: shut up ash: y/n hurrry upppp wer’e abtt to go HARD y/n: what? cal-pal: luke and ash are tipsy now, ash more than luke y/n: alright imma comin, imma comin

She plugged her phone in the charger, as it was likely that it was gonna be a long night and she didn’t want the risk of her phone being dead, trying to get a cab or uber with four utterly smashed guys.

Y/N looked in her closet, trying to find the dress with zodiacs embroidered in gold, that she was planning to wear, as she thankfully already planned her outfit for the night.

“Now where’s the jacket,” she mumbled, after slipping on the dress, breathing out heavily.

Luke swallowed another shot, trying to numb himself of the incessant thoughts in his head.

“Dude, you should slow down. Wait until Y/N comes,” Calum said, then taking a sip of his water.

“Don’t bother, she’s probably with that guy from her work.” Calum raised an eyebrow at the younger boy, but didn’t question him.

Ever since Luke heard from Y/N about this one guy that she met from work, who was a new hire, he couldn’t stop the seething jealousy. Despite him not voicing his own feelings, she would blabber on about how they both like similar music and movie marathons, which he thought was their thing. Much to say that Luke hated this guy’s guts, and the funniest part is that he doesn’t even remember the guy’s name.

“Hey, did Y/N make it yet?” Ashton said, with Michael trailing behind him.

“Not yet, but she just texted me, and the uber driver said about 2 more minutes,” Calum said, shrugging.

“I’m getting another drink.” Luke stood up suddenly, though he wobbled a little walking to the bar.

“I’m sorry again, but how much longer until we get there?”

“I don’t know ma’am, there seems to have been an accident.” She frowned, re-crossing her legs and vowing that she will set up ten alarms before she takes a nap ever again.

y/n: sorrrrry again cal-pal: ? y/n: there’s an accident on the highway y/n: hella traffic y/n: if I wasn’t on the highway, I would walk, we’re that close cal-pal: it’s alright cal-pal: except luke is getting antsy cal-pal: apparently you’re with a guy from work and it’s driving him crazy y/n: wait what

She raised her eyebrows, before frowning. It makes sense now: the hesitance, the nervous blushing, the need to cling onto her at all times. He liked her too.

But she also recognized that in Luke’s thick ass skull, he thought that when she was talking about her new co-worker Steven and how he wore a Fleetwood Mac t-shirt to work and oddly made it work in a business-attire setting and how Luke should try that. In her rambling on about Steven and his band t-shirt, Y/N presumed that he thought she liked Steven, which in her head, was the complete opposite. She was also glad that she didn’t bring up that Steven had subtly asked her out, in the form of getting drinks with a few of his buddies, but she gently let him down because she had plans with a blonde rockstar that had just come home from a promo tour of a new single off of his band’s third album (not to mention that she was head-over-heels in love with him).

Much to say that she had to bring her A-game tonight.

“I’m really sorry I’m late,” she huffed, slamming her purse on the table.

“Y/N! You’re finally here! Did you get to visit Sydney while you were at it?” She scoffed, rolling her eyes and shoved Mikey.

“I fucking hate you,” she grumbled, squeezing in between Luke and Calum. Y/N took the two shots that Ash pushed in front of her once she got settled, which went down her throat in a nice burn.

“Love you too,” Mikey said with a wink.

“Traffic finally let up?” Calum asked, leaning close to her ear, as the music was progressively getting louder once she arrived.

“Almost an hour, yeah.” She rolled her eyes. “It was just an accident with an out-of-towner that doesn’t know how to drive the California highways.”

“Figures,” Calum scoffed.

Then her phone went off, ringing and vibrating on the table in all its glory.

Remember the words you told me, love me till the da-

Y/N picked up her phone quickly, answering the call, not even checking the caller id.

“You have our song as your ringtone?!”

“Shut up!” Her cheeks turned red, from either the comment or the alcohol, but she would claim that it was the latter. “Hello? Who is this? Stevie? Stephen? Steven? Sorry, give me a second. Give me a second!”

She got up, holding onto Luke’s shoulder for balance, before teetering towards the entrance of the bar which was quieter.

“Dude, you really need to jump on that before the train leaves the station.” Luke was staring at the drink in front of him, then peered up, seeing all three boys, at different stages of drunkenness, all with knowing looks.

“What do you mean?” Ash scoffed, his arms leaning forward on the table.

“You need to get your head out of your ass and talk to her,” Ashton said, taking a sip of his beer.

“In the span of the three, maybe four minutes since Y/N has arrived, you haven’t spoken to her, even acknowledged her. Of course she’s gonna think you’re not interested and move on to another guy.” Calum said. Luke sighed, taking a huge gulp of his beer.

“Guys, just because I like her, doesn’t mean that she’s interested.” Calum was pretty sure that both Ashton and Michael were seconds away from decking the youngest boy. But he just shook his head, then took a long sip from his drink.

“What do you mean Linda won’t cover for me? I covered her last time!” Y/N huffed, rubbing her arms absentmindedly, as the front of the bar didn’t have the best insolation and the night cold seeped in every time someone walked in or out. Turns out Steven called because Caroline’s phone was dead. “Sorry Y/N, she had a conflict in the last minute.” Y/N frowned. She was hoping that her schedule would work out to tag along with the boys on one leg of the tour. She had saved about two and a half weeks of vacation days, planned to use for the tour, and the vacation could be a little longer with Linda covering her projects for about a week. And she was hoping that she could surprise the boys with the news tonight. But it looks like life had other plans.

“Can someone else cover them for me?” she said, taking a few glances back at the table. The boys were animatedly chatting: Cal sporting a soft smile, Ash with a wild grin on his face and waving his arms around, Mikey rolling his eyes, though a smirk was plastered on his face, and Luke, head tilted back in laughter. She could even hear him all the way from where she was. Or it was that she could hear what his laughs would sound like in her head.

“Y/N? You there?” She blinked, focusing back on Caroline on the phone.

“Yeah, yeah sorry. What were you saying?” Caroline giggled on the other line, barely loud enough for her to hear in the bar.

“I’m pretty sure I can find someone. And even if they don’t, I’ll split up the work and pass it out with no exceptions. Babe, you’ve been working so hard for the past few months. This break, you deserve it.” Y/N broke into a smile, the tips of her fingers tingling in excitement.

“Thank youuu, I don’t even know what I owe you.”

“Staaaph, you don’t owe me anything. And I better hear all the stories that you’ll get up to on tour.”

“Oh you will,” she said, while being sidetracked with Luke back at the table. This time, he was taking a long drink of his beer, his adam’s apple bobbing and the strands of hair tucked behind his ears falling out. Damn he looked perfect, with his shiny hair, shiny boots, and even shinier personality. And all the feelings swirling in her belly continued to swirl around with no destination in sight.

“-and I bet you’re not even listening to me, staring at the blue-eyed beauty with heart-eyes. You know what, you should tell him. Cause if you keep waiting any longer, complainin’ to me, I’m gonna tear my hair out, then shove the both of you into a small closet and throw the key.”

“Hey!”

“What? Bet you he’s driving his friends crazy with his overwhelming emotions that he doesn’t know what to do with too.” Y/N scoffed. “But anyways, I should let you go. Have fun! And tell him before I do!” Then Caroline hung up on her before she could inch another word.

“Caroline-!” She looked at her phone, her co-worker’s face disappearing from the screen and her call history showing up. She scrolled a little, before finding another number.

“Hello?”

“Hey Sam, it’s me.” She crossed her arms, balancing the phone on her shoulder, to give herself some warmth.

“Well, I hope it’s you and not someone else with your number.” She rolled her eyes.

“Listen, I just got off the phone with Caroline, and Linda can’t cover for me. So be a dear and help out Caroline with my projects, please?” She heard a sigh, followed by a thump, which she assumed was him landing in his desk chair.

“Fine. But you owe me. Like food or something.”

“Yeah, yeah I know,” she said smiling. At the office, she was the only few people that can cook well, thus favors being repaid in food.

“Okay gotta go, Caroline is telling me you have a hot date.”

“Wait no! It’s not a date! It’s just with guy friends.”

“Surrrre. And you must be in love with at least one of them,” Sam scoffed.

“Well, that may be true but this is not the time!”

“Aha! Well have fuuuun!” And he hung up on her.

“I’m gonna kill them both,” Y/N muttered, as she walked back to the table.

“There you are!” Ashton said. The other three turned to face her; they all had dopey grins, minus Luke who was giving her mixed signals.

“It was work,” she frowned. Calum raised his brows, silently asking if there was something else going on.

“Nothing important, buuut,” she said, climbing back on the barstool while gripping Luke’s shoulder for balance. “I do have a surprise.”

“What is it?” Mikey said, his eyes widening.

“It’s nothing big, but I did have to work out the logistics with work, and also talk to your manager for the details and the permission to do so but-”

“Tell me, woman!” Ashton said, slamming a fist on the table. “Fuck, that hurt!” He gripped his fist with the other hand. Y/N bit her tongue from laughing.

“So that all means that I get to join you for tour!” The four of them froze, eyes wide, with some gaping mouths.

“You’re fucking joking,” Mikey said. She shook her head.

“Not joking. Confirmed with the boss man yesterday and with my boss earlier today. I get to tag along for the euro leg!” Next thing she knew, she was clobbered by four tall dudes with bear hugs.

“Can’t fucking believe it. You’re coming on tour,” Cal said in her ear.

“Y/N’S COMING ON TOUR!” Ashton nearly yelled in her ear.

“Ow, tone it down Ash,” Luke said. Well, more Luke’s ear than hers.

“Aw geez guys, thanks for the love and warmth, by the way, this bar is fucking cold, but I’m also losing oxygen.” They all reluctantly let go, sitting back in their chairs, except for Ash, who went to get more shots.

“Can’t believe it,” Luke mumbled in her ear. She scooted her chair closer to Luke, before tucking herself in his bomber jacket and wrapped her arms around his frame.

“What are you doing?” Luke said, giggling.

“It’s fucking cold,” she said, pulling herself closer to Luke, “and I’m the dumb idiot that wore a backless dress to the cold-ass bar.” He wrapped an arm around her shoulder, rubbing the other side not attached to him, pausing slightly when she mentioned the backless dress.

“At least you were sensible enough to wear a jacket,” he finally said.

“It’s your jacket, asshole.” Luke giggled, then taking the shot that Ash brought back to their table, handing her one as well.

“Here’s to the true 5SOS band’s Meet You There Tour!” Y/N twisted herself enough to face the group with her shot glass raised in the air.

“Cheers!” They all clinked their glasses, then swallowing the clear liquid down. The other three boys walked away from the table: to dance, to smoke, to get more drinks.

“You’re truly something,” Luke whispered into her ear, rubbing her back.

“Truly yours,” she said back. He stopped rubbing her back, staring into her eyes. She kept eye contact, while straightening up in her chair.

“What?” he said softly. “You mean it?” She rolled her eyes.

“I mean it,” she said, grabbing the lapels of his jacket, “and I love you.”

Luke’s gaze softened, tugging her closer to him.

“Wow, I just never-” he stopped, looking down at her, nearly in his lap and wearing his leather jacket. “I love you too.” She smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“I’m glad, and I thought we were just friends.” Luke blushed, staring at the sun on her dress.

“I’m glad you made the first move.” Then she pulled him down for a kiss, their lips meeting halfway.

“About fucking time.” They both jumped, breaking apart.

Ash, Cal, and Mikey were standing in front of the table, all with smirks plastered on their faces.

“I hate you guys,” Y/N said, before reaching up to kiss Luke again. Once they broke apart, Luke smiled, gazing down at her.

“What?”

“I’ve been waiting for you, all this time.”

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[mass-exodus]

Thoughts on the majestic man that is Kanan Jarrus?

THATS A GOOD QUESTION ANON. HAVE I GOT SOME OPINIONS ON MY BEAUTIFUL LONG HAIRED DAD. 

long post below cause i have no impulse control when it comes to kanan jarrus

i don’t know if you know this but i love Kanan Jarrus with all of my heart. he’s such a good mentor figure to literally all of the characters on the show and he absolutely deserved better. i think my favorite thing about him is the fact that he’s insecure about his status as a Jedi and Ezra’s teacher. and i really liked how he looked towards Hera when he had a problem (aside from when he was blinded but that was a lazy way to write his depression so Filoni can choke) because so many characters in the Clone Wars and in Rebels chose to deal with their problems by closing themselves off or relying on their own intellect because they’re “a jedi and cant rely on petty non force sensitives”. 

a shame the writers had to turn Kanan into a really bland Jedi Master-esque character that doesnt really offer anything except like a really philosophical quote and maybe the occasional sassy one-liner. it was such a cheap way to get out of writing things for his character. and yeah i know FPJ was having some medical problems so he couldn’t record a lot of things but,,, still. im still always gonna be disappointed we never got any kind of recovery arc for Kanan. and i’m not just talking about learning to cope with his blindness, i’m talking recovering from his PTSD from Order 66, and we got like 1/4 of an episode about that. and we got nothing about recovering from LITERALLY BEING PHYSICALLY AND PSYCHOLOGICALLY TORTURED FOR MAYBE WEEKS? aight filoni?? thats fine i guess?

remember that episode where Kanan has to deal with the physical and mental effects of being tortured, some of which he will have to carry on his back with him for the rest of his life? oh, what do you mean that didn’t happen?

 remember that time when Kanan encounters a group of clones and relapses back into the same state he was in after Order 66, and over a period of many episodes, slowly begins to learn to cope with his PTSD and even talks it out with the clones? he’ll never truly be okay again but he accepts that and learns to live with it, with the help of his family. oh wait, that was just a dream.

remember that episode where we learned Kanan’s internal struggle with being blind and see him finally break down and properly grieve about losing so many things he felt that he took for granted? no? me neither. 

you can see where i’m going with this.

but still, you cant look me in the eye and say Kanan is a bad character because its illegal. its a federal crime to even think about it. i mean look at him.

LOOK AT HIM ANNOYING AN OBLIGATORY HERA 

LOOK AT HIM ABOUT TO COMMIT MURDER

LOOK AT HIM ABOUT TO THROW UP BECAUSE HE’S REALLY NERVOUS TO MEET HIS FATHER IN LAW

LOOK AT HIM SMILING LIKE A DORK AFTER HACKING ALL HIS HAIR OFF WITH A KNIFE

here he is about to chuck Maul off a cliff moments after taking a fucking lightsaber to the eyes holy fuck

LOOK AT KANAN HANGING OUT WITH AN OBLIGATORY AHSOKA

HE!!!

a small boy!!!

and some tiddy Kanan which is required by law 

not this one though

he can leave

[rebels-ptau]

Hi! Can you describe a moment that a minor accident had put Kanan in depression mode?

(Ficlet for you! There’s some traumatic flashbacks, but nothing graphic and all from Ezra’s POV)

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It was pretty much impossible to tell what sets Caleb off. On the one hand, a lot of stuff didn’t seem to affect him. I swear it’s like as soon as he signed the papers, a 500pg book of Dad Jokes was beamed directly into his brain, which meant things like Tarkin’s crack about Chopper being a “half-blind amputee” were usually answered with a grin and stuff like,

“Well that’s one more than me on all counts, so it’s better than nothing.”

if the person wasn’t being an ass about it, like, well, Tarkin.

And things that should affect him, bad shit, just… didn’t. I mean sure he had nightmares. Most times that just meant he slept on the couch so he wouldn’t bother anyone, and he went out with Chopper in the morning no matter where he woke up. He used label-reading apps and adapted to audiobooks and a cane and meditated a lot.

And like, a couple weeks ago, Jai’s Mom hosted this huge block party, did an Authentic Hawaiian Luau (TM) for the neighborhood with a pig roasted in a pit and everything. It was fine until the pig came out from under coals, and then the smell hit.

It took me a second to recognize it, mostly because for me, the smell had been layered under hospital antiseptic. Caleb though… Caleb had gone completely still, what little color left in his face looking more sickly green than his usual warm-brown/perpetual tan.

Yeah, turns out, chargrilled pork smells an awful lot like chargrilled human FACE.

He’d been fine after a while though. He and Hera had gone off to one side (with, I suspected, a bottle of the tequila that was supposed to be for margaritas (which made no sense at a luau (and Caleb probably shouldn’t have, anyway)) because Jai’s Mom was complaining about one being missing later.) for a while and then he was back sitting at the Dad Table complaining about the baseball game. (“Wait, how’d you…?” “I have a $1200 LED screen radio in my living room. You ever notice they still have announcers for sports? THERE’S A REASON.“) Also complaining that Hera bought a new bikini and didn’t SHOW him, amirite guys? Totally fine. Didn’t eat any of it, but then neither did I. Lost my appetite for it, and that meant there was more room for ice cream.

But then two days later, I’m stumbling downstairs and there’s a clattering splash, a lot of swearing, and then silence from the kitchen. I continue meandering down the hall, and halfway down there’s a CRASH, so I fucking book it the rest of the way.

Caleb’s sitting on the kitchen floor with his elbows on his knees, next to a puddle of coffee. The coffee CUP is clear across the room in a thousand pieces.

“You okay?”“I’m fine.”

Uh… bullshit.

“You want some help?”

He fists his hands on his knees when he answers, in a rough, ugly snarl I haven’t heard since we… y’know, got out.

“I. Am. Fine.”

And I just… backed away slow.

I didn’t hear him actually get up to start cleaning for like, an HOUR, and then he just went back to bed. Chopper stayed with him all day. Fucking weird, right? Overreact much?

I mentioned it to Sabine and she just looked at me like I was an idiot.

Hera had sort of sighed, when she got home, and said it wasn’t about the coffee, the coffee had just been the last straw. Last straw of WHAT?

I’m starting to think recovery is even harder than I thought.