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[longislandcharm]

[pm] Hey Winter! I just wanted to say that I have 0 trauma from that thing that we did (which rhymes with jurder and jover jup and jiding jhe jevidence) and am totally okay and normal. Anyway I'm ordering a pizza. What toppings do you like?

[pm] Could you not have walked twelve feet into the living room to tell me this? No, now you've implicated us in everything. Do not send me anything like this in writing again. I don't care if it rhymes, it's still incriminating.

Thea [....] I don't know what you're talking about. Maybe you should come talk to me instead? Please don't elaborate on here, I'd rather talk in person.

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I Want You to Show Me Weak

Fandom: Andor

Pairing: Kino Loy/F!Reader

Chapter 24/27 (3.9k words)

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Summary: You're pretty sure Kino Loy hates you. He screams at you, grabs you, and shoves you against the wall, and it's becoming a problem because, well...it shouldn't fluster you as much as it does.

Warnings: Explicit rating, Smut, Prison, Prison sex, minor non-graphic injuries, Dom/Sub, sexual tension, dirty talk, praise, hair-pulling, choking, unprotected sex, oral, angst, orgasm denial, humiliation, slut shaming, references to domestic abuse, discussion of domestic abuse, minor violence, discussion of violence, description of violence, come eating, discussion about sexual assault, allusion to sexual assault

A/N: Hello, friends. It has been many months, but here I am working on finishing this fic. I split what was originally going to be 1 chapter into 2 parts (it got really long, which was overwhelming 😅). So this chapter is a little shorter with no smut, but a week from today will be the rest of it and that will have PLENTY of smut. After not posting something in so long, I just wanted to get something published to stimulate the Kino center of my brain to inspire me to write more. That way I can get this finished sooner rather than later! Also PLEASE take note of the new tags. There is a discussion about hypothetical harassment and assault in this chapter, but no description or specifics are mentioned.

Work title is from "Poison" by Vaults. Chapter title is from "Delicate Dream" by Shana Halligan.

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Chapter 24 - Well, you reap what you sow, and I know that you know what we have is a chance to get off while we can

"Okay, so tell us again exactly how you knew about the fucking floors. Because I'm still confused," Alis says as you both work the joint cylinder into place. He's clearly gotten over being angry at you at this point, which means he's circled back around to being chatty. Not that you're complaining.

"Yeah, I'm actually really curious about it as well." Taybus perks up across from the two of you. "Considering, well, you know…"

"Don't look at me! That was all Threl." You jerk your head in his direction.

Everyone peers over their work to eye Threl expectantly. Even Jevid gives him a bored look, which translates to downright curious when it comes to the grizzled, older man.

"It wasn't that difficult." Threl shrugs off all of your stares without even looking up.

"He's being modest. It was fucking brilliant," you say to the rest of the pod as you pick up your wrench. "Come on, tell them! If I do it, I'll just mess it up."

"Alright. If it will get you all back to work, then fine." Threl lets out a sigh of resignation. Then he straightens up, pulling himself to his full height—the muscle memory of Threl the engineer still ingrained within him, even years later on the other side of the galaxy. It gives you one more glimpse into what he must have been like before prison. "Look, you all know I used to build starships. The construction of the interior rooms and halls isn't that much different than the way they designed this place. Different function maybe, but I know how they think in terms of utility and cost. So when I look at the layout of this place and what kind of things made it into the final blueprints, I know what would have been scrapped to save time and money. You know?" 

"I absolutely do not know," Taybus laughs, "but keep talking and pretend I do."

"Okay. Everything from the layout of this room to the connecting bridges and the design of our cells was once a blueprint. The first draft was rough and bulky and contained a lot of extras. Probably amenities that would have made our lives a little better," he frowns at that last part, "but no one was going to approve it. They don't care about us and they want cheap, so every draft afterwards was more streamlined. They kept cutting and cutting until it was as basic and functional as you can make it without losing value."

"So they…cut more floors?" Taybus's face is scrunched in a nearly comical attempt at concentration.

"Don't hurt yourself, dude," you mutter. Alis chokes on a laugh next to you and coughs politely to cover it up.

Threl sighs through his nose and shakes his head in disappointment at you before turning his attention back to Taybus. "You're half right. Bare tunqstoid steel panels on the floor, easy to install. Reliable. You know exactly how much electricity they conduct and that they'll do exactly as intended. They're necessary to keep us in line. It's also expensive to cover every inch of this place. Not to mention the extra weight of the panels and structural support needed to compensate for it…that drives the bill up, too." Threl pauses so everyone can take a step back.

"Clear," Jevid grumbles. The center console comes to life as the next piece lifts to slot into place. You all move in unison, like a well rehearsed dance, to lift it so it can be rotated.

"Do you see bare panels up the walls? Or anywhere in the cells other than the floor?" Threl glances around the group, waiting for an answer.

"No," Sorrek responds quietly from across the table. There's a pensive look on his face and you can tell he's curious about where this explanation is going.

"That means, if they were there, they would be under the molded plastic where we can't see them."

"And they don't work under plastic?" Taybus hesitates before getting back to work.

"Correct!" Threl smiles widely at him. There's a hint of pride on his face as he glances over. "When you put plastic over metal, it's usually as an insulator. Because plastic doesn't conduct electricity…unless you mix the plastic with something that does conduct electricity during the molding process. Then the electric current travels along those particles instead. But doing that makes the parts more expensive. The current that can pass through the plastic also isn't as strong as the bare metal. That makes it unreliable. So you tell me what's more likely. That the Empire paid to have the walls and benches in every inch of this place lined with tunqstoid steel and a composite plastic of conductive filler or that they saved money by cutting those plans for the final blueprint and just wanted us to think they put them there?"

"They're definitely cheap. Hence," you add, "no panels or sensors in the benches."

Jevid and Sorrek exchange a look of shock. You wonder how many years both of them have been living with the acceptance of the lie. You also wonder what else about this place has been blindly accepted as truth.

As you glance around, you can't help but notice that the walls don't seem quite so oppressive anymore. Especially now that you understand on a much deeper level that that's all they are.

"Damn, Threl." Alis lets out a long whistle.

"See? Told you. Fucking brilliant." You give Threl a stare that says 'I told you so,' which he pointedly ignores.

"Wow dude. You're really smart." Taybus gapes at him.

"Yeah," Threl laughs as his posture finally relaxes back into the man you're more familiar with. "I know my way around this shit. I did it for over a decade."

"Wasted in here on this bullshit," you grumble.

"Don't disagree." He shrugs. "Unfortunately, when you start sabotaging the Empire's plans and they catch you, they don't just slap you on the wrist and let you keep your job. I'm lucky I didn't end up someplace worse than this."

"Well, I appreciate it a lot," Taybus says with a sincerity that makes him look almost sweet. Almost. "Thank you."

"You're welcome, kid." Threl puts a hand on his shoulder and gives him a gentle shake. "Just enjoy it."

"You get laid?" You smirk at him.

"No." His cheeks redden, but it doesn't hinder the look of excitement that spreads across his face. "We finally made out, though!"

"Hell yeah, man!" Alis stands on his tiptoes as he reaches over the table to give Taybus a high-five.

"Congratulations!" You beam at him. "Nice, isn't it?"

"Yes." He ducks his head as he blushes some more, and a strand of hair comes loose from his ponytail to hang in his face. He tucks it behind his ear and breaks out into a goofy smile. "It's really nice. I get why you were so annoying now."

"Hey!" You protest, only mildly offended. It's not like you disagree.

"Were?" Alis pipes up next to you.

Scratch that. Now you're properly offended. "Oh, is this what we're doing now that we got the excitement about the floors out of the way?" You yank the soldering gun off of the table. "Picking on me?"

"You make it really easy, to be fair," Threl teases.

You let out a noise of disgust. "Fine. Go ahead. You can't hurt my feelings because I know Kino will just kiss them better later."

"Gross," Taybus mumbles. You smirk at him.

"Yeah, that's right." You lean in his direction and lower your voice. "Keep teasing and I'll talk about how good he is at it, too."

"I'm pretty sure most of us have heard already." Alis gives you a knowing look. Next to him, Sorrek shakes his head in disapproval—though whether it's directed at you or Alis, you're not sure—while Taybus and Threl snicker at your expense. "Besides, you think that will deter me? You're going to have to try harder than that."

"God, you're obnoxious. Why are we friends again?"

"I grow on people." He grins.

"Like a fungus, maybe," you mutter.

"Fungus is very useful, so thank you for the compliment." His grin widens to an intolerable degree.

You roll your eyes as you work the soldering gun on the joint. While you do, you're surprised to find that, despite how much you brushed it off, being teased about last night bothers you. Not on your own behalf, though.

On Kino's.

When you finish, you straighten back up and clear your throat.

"Listen, since Alis brought it up, I know all of you heard me last night and I want to apologize for it. Clearly we got complacent and weren't being as respectful as we should have been. I'm really sorry. It'll never happen again." You can feel your face burning with embarrassment as your expression turns sheepish. "I'm absolutely mortified. So you guys are welcome to tease me about it if you want. I deserve it, honestly. Just…do me one favor and please make sure he isn't nearby to accidentally overhear when you do. Alright?"

Jevid grunts, which you assume is an agreement, and Sorrek nods, also looking a little embarrassed at the memory. You can't imagine what shade of red he turned after it happened. You also can't imagine either of them—or Edii—doing the teasing. They aren't the ones you're worried about.

"No problem, kid." Threl says easily. And it's no surprise he would agree to something for Kino's benefit. Or yours, for that matter.

Next to him, Taybus makes a face. "Why? He overhears us teasing you all the time."

"Because," you shift your attention to the part as you get back to work, "this will actually upset him."

"What's the big deal? Is he embarrassed because people know you're having sex in your free time now?"

"It's a big deal because it's him." You say it as though that should be obvious.

"He's still gotta be the shift manager after this." Threl tries to explain when Taybus continues to look unconvinced.

"Do the managers take a vow of celibacy or what?" He scoffs.

"No, but there's an inherent power imbalance between him and her." There's the cranking of a wrench as Threl works through the conversation. "That's enough to get people focused on them more than, say, you and your boyfriend. No offense."

"Plus," you interject when you see Taybus opening his mouth to protest, "if people are gossiping about us, he'll think of it as a distraction. Distracted people work slower, get lower numbers, and make mistakes. Mistakes lead to injuries or worse. They draw attention. He'd rather they didn't think about us at all. We're all safer that way."

"And he's right," Jevid adds in his gruff voice. "The last thing you want in here is them keeping tabs." He jerks a crooked thumb up towards the viewing window for emphasis. "That's why Kino runs the floor the way he does. Good numbers mean they leave you alone."

"Besides, you all remember what Wem pulled. Not everyone is gonna politely gossip or chuckle about it. Some of them are definitely pissed." You shoot a dark glance over at Wem's table.

"Why would they be pissed?" Taybus follows your line of sight, but with less subtlety.

"Jealousy, do you remember?" Edii finally speaks up. "There are some who did not look happy for her last night."

"Let me guess," you sigh. "Table 4 again?"

He nods. "Most. I see others, too. A few."

"Jealous of what? Of Kino?" Then after another second of thought, Taybus nervously adds, "Of her??"

You choose to ignore his last comment. Because they should be jealous. Kino is a fucking catch.

"They think he plays favorites. That because of her, he favors our table best." Edii stares at Taybus with a hint of his old irritation, clearly bothered he has to spell it out. "They are also mad they do so poorly in their numbers, so they blame us because that is easier than accepting they work bad together."

"Okay, so they bitch about it. So what? I seriously don't understand what the big deal is." Taybus still looks confused and you know it's because, for him, it is that simple. He's still young. The world hasn't taken on as many shades of grey yet.

You toss your soldering gun down heavily on the table to get his full attention. When his head jerks in your direction, you give him a serious look—though you do your best to keep your tone patient despite the frustration.

"I'm gonna forgive the ignorance here, Taybus. I know you don't mean anything by it. It's easy to forget some things when we're over here bullshitting half the shift. But take a look around you and remember one really important detail. Something I have to keep in the back of my mind every moment of every day." Taybus glances around the floor while you continue talking. "I am one woman trapped in here with a bunch of men."

The rest of the table freezes. You watch them exchange uneasy looks out of the corner of your eye while Taybus processes what you mean.

"Now, I feel completely safe around you guys, and I'm lucky we're usually stuck together. I think some of the other guys out there seem like decent men, too. The shitty thing about being a woman or someone vulnerable is that thinking someone is decent doesn't always keep you safe. What if someday some asshole decides bitching isn't enough? What if they think that I, or Kino, need to be taught a lesson? Or they want to take out some frustration in a more active way, so they sneak back while I'm taking a shift break?" You let the implication hang in the air. Taybus's eyes finally go wide in realization and horror.

"Then one of us takes our break with you!" He protests.

"You know we can't, kid. It's one at a time from the tables so we don't get behind." Threl gives you a regretful look. Your face softens in appreciation. You know he's right, but you also know that he would do it in a heartbeat if he could.

"That's bullshit! Surely Kino would make an exception for her." Taybus jabs a thumb in your direction.

"Then he's seen as playing favorites for sure and that pisses them off further." You put a hand on your hip as you step back from the table. "Clear."

"If they touch you, I'll deal with them." Sorrek stares at you with that cold rage you've seen a few times now. The kind that sends an uneasy shiver up your neck. You know it isn't directed at you. That's not why. You worry for him and how he would feel afterwards if he did something he couldn't take back. Or if he got stuck in here longer, away from his wife. From his daughter.

"I know you would." You give him an affectionate, sad smile. "But that would just prevent it from happening a second time."

Sorrek's face falls, the dangerous threat immediately shifting into helplessness. Jevid shoos him away from the machine before he can protest. Or start tearing up.

"It's not just that. What if a group of them decides they don't have to listen or be respectful out of spite? Maybe they even do it on purpose to make it look like Kino can't control his men and isn't fit to lead because they want the guards to replace him as shift manager. Imagine having an asshole like Wem as a manager. Sure, Kino's a hardass, but he's fair and he's a good man. But someone cruel with the perks and the power of that position?" Not to mention the ability to keep the two of you apart out of spite, you think to yourself.

"Wait, they could really do that? Put someone else in charge of the floor?" Taybus is starting to look even more worried.

You turn to look at Sorrek, Jevid, and Threl with an eyebrow raised. "You guys have been here the longest. Could they?"

"They choose whenever a floor needs a new one. I guess it's possible." Sorrek answers carefully.

"They could." Jevid gives you a confident, hard stare. "Not only could they, it wouldn't be good for him either. Never seen it done, but they'd probably add more shifts to his sentence and he'd be back at a table."

Taybus stares at him in shock, as if he's waiting for Jevid to suddenly take it back. When he doesn't, he stares dejectedly down at the table. "Damn. That's all fucked." 

"It's all fucked indeed," you sigh.

"Okay. What should we do, then?" Taybus glances around at the rest of you for answers. "We keep an eye on her, obviously. Especially during breaks. Then we also…keep an eye out to help Kino so our lives aren't even more miserable?" Taybus's face scrunches in disgust. "God, never thought I'd say that."

Edii waves a dismissive hand at him. "I will keep an eye out on ones that look…what is the word? Suspicion?"

"Suspicious," Taybus mutters to him.

Edii continues on like he didn't hear him. "If they say or do anything, I will know."

You smile fondly at him. "Thank you, Edii."

"I was going to do so anyway. I keep a look out a lot of the time I have been in here already. Many people ignore me. I hear a lot." He turns to stare directly at you. "Incredible hearing." And then he nods seriously.

"You're damn right," you chuckle. "Sorry I ever thought it was a curse."

"It is alright. Makes people uncomfortable when they realize what I hear." He gives you a piercing, knowing look. You shift awkwardly in your spot as you remember that morning and all the filthy things you and Kino did and said to each other. You're confident no one else heard. You're now far less confident Edii didn't.

"Hey, wait!" Taybus perks up like he just remembered something. "I know Vage's table would be on our side. Table 1 is pretty cool."

"Oh, we drawing battle lines now?" Threl teases him.

"No!" Taybus protests. "Just, you know, in case."

Alis gives him an exaggerated wink and a nod of encouragement. Taybus gives him, what he thinks, is a subtle thumbs up in return.

"No, none of that," you gently scold both of them. "Look. I'm not saying any of that is going to happen, it's all just worst case scenario. I'm not saying someone will definitely try to corner me or harass me or hurt me. Or that suddenly me getting laid will turn into a riot. In fact, I'm not actually worried about any of it. All I'm saying is…" Your face softens with affection as you turn to look where Kino is standing on the other side of the room, bent over his tablet. He's frowning intently at something, and the way his forehead wrinkles and his lips pout in disapproval makes your heart flutter. "He is. There's a lot that could go wrong every single day and he's stressed about it. All the time. Because he thinks everything is his responsibility. I just don't want to remind him of what happened and add to that." You turn back to them with a pleading look. "Okay?"

"You love him very much." Edii gives you a rare, half smile.

Your cheeks burn hot and you look down at the table, embarrassed, because now the entire pod knows and is staring at you with various degrees of amusement and softness. It's almost too much attention, and it feels worse than when they all learned you were having sex. Because this is exposing your heart and laying bare your vulnerability, while sex is just sex. 'Which was also because of Edii,' you internally grumble. Okay, maybe his hearing is a bit of a curse.

"I do," you respond quietly.

Edii nods, as if he already knew the answer and you were simply confirming it for him. Then he returns to work, just like that. You do still admire his ability to readily accept something and move forward. However, you're less enthused about him bluntly supplying the table with updates about your love life. You wonder if that's just an Edii thing, or if it's a natural, open topic where he comes from.

"Fine, alright," Taybus relents with a huff. "I'll keep my mouth shut."

"I was never going to let him hear anyway, are you crazy? The man could probably toss me halfway across the room if he wanted." Alis shudders. "And if he heard me making fun of you, he would definitely want to."

"Oh, yeah, he would definitely want to." You grin wickedly at him. "And I promise, from experience, he probably could."

Taybus groans again.

The rest of your shift continues on with more teasing until they finally get bored with it. Partially because you threaten to supply them with more intimate details since they're clearly so interested in your love life. Alis is, of course, the last one to relent, but only after Sorrek has turned a concerning shade of red and looks dangerously close to tears.

Then they start badgering Taybus to tell them the plot to another one of Vage's holonovels. Not because Taybus is a particularly good storyteller—he'll frequently forget a detail and have to backtrack to fill in the blanks, making everyone else groan in frustration—but because it's something to pass the time.

And the easy camaraderie really does make the time go by faster rather than focusing solely on the work. As you talk and listen, your hands move automatically over the parts, expertly repeating the pattern almost as an afterthought. It would be easy to lose yourself in the rhythm.

You don't, though. You can't help but be aware of every passing hour. Nine.

You laugh at one of Alis's terrible jokes so hard your stomach hurts. Kino has to walk by the table to scold all of you and tell you to stop messing around and pick up the pace. You glance up at the clock. Eight.

Sorrek tells a story about one of his fights in a house so packed, the crowd ignored their seats to push and shove against the ring to get a better view of the main event. He was convinced the ropes were going to buckle under the pressure and that the match would be called when the crowd swarmed the ring. Jevid's heard this one before. Seven.

Threl once altered ship blueprints to include hallways that went nowhere and closed ventilation systems that cycled back into themselves rather than properly vent through the filters, which would cause a steady buildup of carbon monoxide. They caught the first one before construction began. They didn't catch the second one until afterwards, and whole sections had to be scrapped and rebuilt. "That's the trick," he says. "You distract them with one hand so the other can do more damage." You notice a look on Edii's face—a thoughtful concentration—and you wonder what he's thinking. Six.

One more down. Five now, and soon that will pass, too. You smile around your table.

One less hour until the end of your shift. One less hour in your sentence.

One less hour separating you from Kino.

A/N: As a reminder, the next chapter is coming out a week from today! And as a heads up: There are only 3 chapters left before the fic is over, so 27 chapters total. (I know 😭)

Also I have the most rudimentary understanding of how electricity works, so please do not @ me if I'm wrong because I simply don't care that much. What I do know is the floors in Narkina 5 shouldn't work at all, but they do because space magic. So anything I got wrong is clearly just more space magic 😂 I just wanted to take the opportunity to give more of Threl's backstory and show off how cool he is. He's from Naboo and he worked for Theed Engineering (for the other Star Wars nerds: they built Governor Tarkin's personal starship.)

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Jess and David- Chesapeke Shores

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You've already filled one of my prompts (it was amazing. It was amazing and wonderful and lyrical and OH MY HEART...) and - thank you so much. If you don't mind, I'm just going to leave a second prompt here if you feel like filling it - feel free to ignore me if you'd rather not! Prompt: Jerry/David: "One short sleep past, we wake eternally." (John Donne).

“Death, be not proud - though some have called thee mighty and dreadful, thou art not so…”Monitors beep. Outside, despite the light drizzle which washes the sky a heavy grey and teases the cheery flowers, a bird sings. David’s breath rattles in his lungs, like something’s trying to pull it from him, and he’s fighting to keep it. Jerry supposes it is - either the decay in his bones or the poison they’re pumping into his blood to fight it. Jerry stalks into the room with all the grace of an apex predator - careful, fluid, quiet. A decision precedes every movement - every placement of his foot, even the trailing of his index finger along the rail at the end of David’s bed - it’s all thought out. All the experience - four hundred years of escaping burnings and stakings, four hundred years of hunting - go into each flex of his toe, each twitch of muscle fibre.But he isn’t hunting. Jerry settles on the very edge of David’s bed, feels the hard mattress give beneath his weight, sighing like a disappointed parent. When Jerry takes David’s hand, the skin is cool and an awful shade of pale. Jerry barely suppresses the urge to flinch, to gag, to throw something. He doesn’t. Jerry inhales deeply, shakily, and grinds out the words which haunt the very periphery of his brain - some twisted phantom teasing him. “Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men; and dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell…”Here Jerry raises David’s hand, pressing it to his nose like he’s done so many times over the last five years. David smells different now - bitter like ash and sickly sweet with the stench of something Jerry has only ever described as Death. Jerry shudders, his eyes squeezing shut. Over his long, long life, Jerry’s grown accustomed to dying. Humans die - animals and plants die - even vampires, if you’re particularly stubborn. He’s got so much blood on his hands you could probably fill a couple of olympic sized swimming pools with it. This shouldn’t scare him. This shouldn’t hurt him. And yet it does. As he recites what was first scratched into surface some four hundred years ago, Jerry can’t help but wonder how much of his own mutilated existence plays back in those words. Then David stirs. Eyes, once bright but now dozy with pain and medication, blink in the dim, spring-morning light. He smiles, face which was once soft and round now skeletal where sickness has sapped the life from him. David looks tired - tired of fighting, tired of dying. “Hi,” David whispers.“Hi, yourself. How are you feeling?”David shrugs one protruding collarbone. His cardigan - originally one of Jerry’s - and hospital gown slip down his shoulder, revealing skin tainted with bruises and veins. Jerry reaches out, tugging the material back up over to ward off the chill. “I feel the same.”Jerry wants to be sick. He swallows reflexively. “Have you… Are you…”When had he become so weak? Why swell’st thou then?

David blinks, and a tear jumps from his lashes, plunging down his face. Jerry isn’t fast enough to catch it, but he wipes it before David has to. “I’m scared.” David admits. Oh, doesn’t that break Jerry’s cold, undead heart? Here’s a man who’s faced down the end so many times, who’s never once admitted anything close to fear. ���I’m here,” is all Jerry can manage in response. “You’ll stay?”“Forever, baby. Until the end of time.”David nods. He leans back into his pillows, and settles with a great sigh, eyes fluttering shut. Jerry squeezes his hand a little bit tighter, before glancing around to ensure no one’s watching. They won’t be though - they’re all on break. “I love you.” Jerry tells David. David smiles. “I love you too.”He doesn’t flinch, when Jerry reaches forward, doesn’t flinch when corpse-cold skin presses into his, doesn’t make a sound when those fangs sink through skin and sinew and into blood. Jerry pushes everything he has into that bite, presses his tongue against the glands above his fangs to milk the venom. All the while, David remains still and sweet and calm. On the monitor - his heart thunders wildly for half a second, before it goes silent. Jerry pulls himself away, wiping off the blood. The wound is sealing already - by the time the nurse gets in here, there won’t even be a mark. Jerry presses the call button, but he can hear feet already, thundering down the hall towards the distinctive sound of a flatline. “One short sleep past, we wake eternally, and death shall be no more…”The nurse pulls Jerry away, people are talking and giving terse orders. Jerry lets himself be hauled out of the room, towards some sort of grief counselling probably. He stares at David’s face until the door slams shut. Beyond that, lies eternity.

Bonus Scene:David comes to with the instinctive urge to dig. Wood lies above him, but on all sides he feels a gentle caress, is encased by a lovers hum. It reminds him of the warmth of Jerry’s arms. Jerry. David punches through the lid of the coffin without much thought, fist cleaving through earth which morphs and twists about him, as if parting for his touch. Then, it’s only a matter of pushing upright, hauling his way through six feet to the surface. Sitting beneath a great Oak, illuminated by a patch of moonlight, sits Jerry. David yanks himself up out of the hole, before crawling over to his mate. Jerry welcomes him with a fierce hug and a kiss which crossed the line of desperate a long time ago. “One short sleep past, we wake eternally, and death shall be no more…”David whispers the words against Jerry’s lips. 

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jevid fan fic 

Summary:  Jerry and relationships just don't work for him. He find some one dump them, move to next one. His recent ex was the first to leave before him now Jerry is required to go this hotel to find "new partner". What shitty luck he has....

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Jerry using vintage pin up porn lol

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So how do we feel about David Schwimmer and Jennifer Aniston and will we ever get a real-life Rochel (Jevid?) in this lifetime? 🥺🥺🥺

Real life? Have I missed something? 👀

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the ship also goes by jevid , or just jerry X david. Check out my blog, and my pals funkzpiel, allforthegreatergood and my brol skips-supports-ships for content

Oh awesome! @wanderingquill thank u ❤️

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Jerry gives this card to David

THIS IS SO FUCKING FUNNY

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I Want You to Show Me Weak

Fandom: Andor

Pairing: Kino Loy/F!Reader

Chapter 20/27 (3.7k words)

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Summary: You're pretty sure Kino Loy hates you. He screams at you, grabs you, and shoves you against the wall, and it's becoming a problem because, well...it shouldn't fluster you as much as it does.

Warnings: Explicit rating, Smut, Prison, Prison sex, minor non-graphic injuries, Dom/Sub, sexual tension, dirty talk, praise, hair-pulling, choking, unprotected sex, oral, angst, orgasm denial, humiliation, slut shaming, references to domestic abuse, discussion of previous domestic abuse, minor violence, discussion of violence, description of violence

A/N: What was that? You all want a sad dad centric/backstory chapter? You got it! (Note that there is heavy discussion of previous domestic abuse and violence in this chapter.) Work title is from "Poison" by Vaults. Chapter title is from "Howling" by The Cathedrals. Chapter navigation above.

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Chapter 20 - Caught, I swam into your skin on the night you led me under your sin. You had me howling

Things are tense at your table.

For the first time since the first hallway incident, there's a distinct avoidance of conversation and an oversaturation of emotion. And it's your fault again, you realize.

Or maybe the hallway is cursed!

No, you sigh internally, it's definitely you.

Everyone knows Sorrek caught you. Everyone knows you're upset with Sorrek because of it, for some reason. Sorrek looks sadder than he usually does now. And everyone can also see Alis giving Sorrek a disgruntled glance—which is no longer a glare at least.

By everyone, you really just mean Threl and Taybus. Jevid doesn't give a shit because, well, he just doesn't give a shit what everyone's drama is, and he doesn't talk much except to work most of the time anyway. Edii doesn't seem bothered either, though you've begun to understand him a little better. It's not that he doesn't care. It's that Edii is actually…oddly optimistic and difficult to rattle when he's not being directly antagonized. It's like he already knows this will blow over and things will return to normal. Because, you tell yourself, he might be the most perceptive and empathetic person at the table.

It's comforting.

His constant and consistent presence next to you used to baffle you. Now, you find, it grounds you. When things are in turmoil, you can always look to him to still just be himself.

The last time things were this bad, your anger and hurt were infectious. Everyone threw their worry and residual anger on your behalf into the work. You had gotten second place as a result.

Today you slide solidly to third. Table 1 beats you for second. It stings your pride a little, but at least Vage and Taybus will have something to talk about, you think.

When you're in your cell eating dinner that evening, you also realize today is the fourth day after you and Alis had tried to make that bet about the two of them. You remind yourself to ask Taybus how things are going later. Not just because of the bet! You're also curious because he's your friend. He deserves to be happy.

"Hey, do you, uh…do you have a second?" Sorrek's soft voice comes from the hallway just beyond your cell. You look up from where you're pushing a final bite of flavorless edible texture around on your plate. His shoulders are hunched and he's shifting nervously on his bare feet, which is still occasionally strange to see from someone so large. It's also endearing, god help you.

You aren't surprised to see him there. You've actually been expecting him to show up eventually. The two of you are due for a conversation. You just didn't want to initiate it because you're still anxious that things between you will never be the same.

"I suppose," you say cautiously, but you don't get up or move closer. You stay sitting on your bed on the other side of your cell and wait for him to continue.

He sighs, dejected, and stares at the floor. "You have every right to be angry at me and afraid of me. I don't blame you one bit." He looks up at you with an intense expression on his face. "But I would never hurt you." And of course he wouldn't, you think.

"It's not me I'm worried about." You give him a pointed look.

"I never wanted to touch Kino either, but I really thought he was hurting you," he insists. "Now that I know better, I feel horrible. I came to apologize to you. To make it right however I can."

Your face softens and you stop to really take in his appearance. His thinning hair is in disarray rather than neatly combed on his head, and there are dark circles under his eyes. There's even light stubble on his cheeks and chin, as if he skipped shaving this morning. You don't know if you've ever seen him with stubble. It's not a terrible look on him. Or maybe you just like beards.

"Sorrek," you sigh, still unsure how to navigate any of this.

"Please," his soft voice cracks. "The way you look at me, how you avoid me…it's killing me. All I ask is that you allow me the chance to explain myself and tell you properly that I'm sorry. After that, if you're still angry, I will leave you alone. For the rest of my time in here, if that's what you want. Just, please."

You take a moment to consider what he's asking, and you know it isn't a lot. He's been nothing but kind to you since you first wandered up to the table, confused and overwhelmed. Even in the hallway, he was still looking out for you in his own way. If your roles were reversed, if you had done something to hurt him by opening your mouth, you would want the same chance.

You set your dirty plate into its place on your wall station, and snap the dulled fork in its clip behind it. Then you get up and move to sit at the edge of your bench, your feet dangling next to him into the hallway. "Okay, Sorrek. I'll listen."

"Good," his body slumps further with relief. "Thank you."

"Of course." You give him a sad attempt at a smile. It feels like the first hurdle between the two of you has been cleared.

Then there's a pause as he decides where to start. "I used to be a fighter," he says finally.

"So I've recently learned."

He winces. "I don't like talking about it. That's why I never told you."

"You were very good at dodging the topic, I'll give you that. I didn't even realize you never told me. I think I just…I guess you were just Sorrek to me, so I didn't even question it. I took your presence and how safe you made me feel for granted, and that was selfish." You shake your head.

"That's because the man I used to be was brutal and violent, and I'm ashamed of it." He fidgets. "I had to be, though, to survive in that scene. I hope you never go near it. The lengths people will go to to win or rig a fight is…terrifying." There's a distant look of fear on his face that sends a chill up your neck. "But that isn't who I am anymore. I only got involved because I was really young, on my own, and I needed money. Unfortunately, I was very good at it." He frowns. "It's intoxicating to be great at something and to have people admire you for it. It was fine at first. Fun, even. I felt powerful. And when it became less fine, I still deluded myself into thinking I could handle it. But it wears on you. Eventually I was miserable and I wanted out, but I didn't know anything else. Fighting was who I was for so long.

"When I met my wife, I saw how peaceful and happy my life could be, so I finally got the courage to walk away. I left all of it behind. We had our daughter shortly after that, and I swore I would never hurt someone or throw a punch again. And I didn't." He gives you a sad smile. "Up until I did." He shifts then, looks down at the floor to prepare himself.

"My girl left home nearly the second she became an adult. She always had big dreams and wanted to go off and see the galaxy, so we knew we were never going to keep her there for long. It was hard to let her go, but we were her parents and we wanted her to be happy. She visited us a few times in the beginning, here and there, but that slowly turned into only getting holonet messages on occasion. Eventually I hadn't seen her in over a year, and I missed her so damn much. She was my baby girl. But kids grow up, they get their own lives, they get busy. I understood.

"Finally, she was supposed to come see my wife and I for my birthday, and I was over the moon." His face lights up with the memory and you see a glimpse of the actual father Sorrek is. Not sad dad, but a loving, adoring parent and it makes your heart ache. "For a month, I looked forward to the day she was supposed to arrive. But when she walked in the door, she had a lot of make-up on and a high collared shirt, and we could still tell immediately she was covered in bruises. I'm…familiar with bruises. Her jaw was swollen. Her face was haunted. It was like I was looking at a shell of my daughter. When she refused to tell us what happened, we knew. We knew. For the first time in twenty years, I wanted to hurt someone. For doing that to my beautiful, vibrant little girl.

"So I tracked him down outside of some miserable cantina on some shit hole in Hutt space and confronted him," Sorrek rubs the bridge of his nose in irritation. "He denied it at first. Said he never touched her. That he didn't know how she got the bruises." He lets out a humorless laugh. "But then he switched to saying she started it. That she always talked back. That she made him." He gives you a sad look, and his eyes are shiny with unshed tears. His voice is thick when he continues. "I saw red. I just, I swung at him and I didn't realize what I was doing until he was broken and bloody on the ground in front of me."

"Sorrek, oh my god." You scoot closer to him and put a comforting hand on his shoulder. "I'm so sorry," you whisper. "I had no idea."

"I know. When I saw…what I saw in the hallway, I thought, it's happening again," he sniffles. "Right here in front of me. So I wanted to make sure it didn't." He turns to look at you then. "And I know I have a temper when I'm provoked. I need to work on it and be more careful. None of this is an excuse. I'm not trying to get any sympathy because I am so sorry. I'm sorry for interrupting. I'm sorry for hitting him and threatening him. I'm sorry for scaring both of you. All of it. I take full responsibility for my actions. I just wanted to protect you, but I ended up hurting you anyway."

"Oh, Sorrek, you didn't hurt me. You made me mad because you hurt him, but I understood why. Hell, even he understood why."

"I still can't believe I punched Kino Loy," he laments. "I've hurt too many people in my life and every single one of them haunts me. I can close my eyes and see all of their faces."

"Even that man that hurt your daughter?" You ask quietly.

"Yes," he sniffles again, and you see that distant, hollow look on his face you've grown so accustomed to. You've always known he was haunted, but now you finally see his demons. "Even him."

"Sorrek," you reach out to put your arm around his shoulder in a half hug, which only works on his taller frame because he's slumping, "you did a good thing. That man deserved it. He was a piece of shit. Men like him don't stop unless something forces them to or they choose to."

He lets out a shaky exhale. "That's what I try to tell myself. I just keep seeing his bruised, swollen face, and his broken nose and jaw, and I feel…I feel horrible," he quietly sobs, and you rub his arm in reassurance. "My daughter was so mad at me, too. She refused to talk to me when she found out what I did. Then I got arrested and I haven't seen her since."

"She just needed time. It was all probably very scary for her and she didn't know how to feel, except mad at herself. Speaking as a daughter, lashing out at you was likely the only thing she could do at the time until she worked through everything. I'm certain she's forgiven you by now."

"She's right to be mad at me, or to be afraid of me, though," he says miserably. "I put that guy in a medcenter. Last I heard, he was going to live, but…it would take a while before he healed. Even then..."

"Do you think he has the same empathy for any people he hurt?"

"Probably not," he says quietly to the floor.

"Definitely not."

"But I'm not him. I can't turn that off."

You grab his stubbled face to force him to look at you, and he stares at you in shock. His hazel eyes are red and there are tear tracks on his cheeks. "That's because you're a good man, Sorrek. One of the best I've ever met." He gives you a tiny, grateful smile. "Your daughter is safe from him now because of you. You don't have to hold on to it anymore. You can't beat yourself up into taking it back, and you suffering doesn't make the galaxy a better place. You being you does. So don't let it destroy you. Not for that man. And you certainly don't have to hold on to it for me. I'm not her and Kino is nothing like him. You don't have to worry anymore." You gently pat his cheek and finally let go of him.

"I…" He gapes at you as he lets your words sink in, like he'd never been told that before or considered it. Finally, he says in his soft voice, "Thank you. I appreciate that."

"You're welcome because I appreciate you, Sorrek. You've always been warmer to me than my own parents were. They weren't great parents, which is probably why I ended up in here," you grin at him to try to make him smile, but that actually makes him seem a little sad again. "And I know you sometimes look at me and see your daughter and not me." He opens his mouth to protest, but you stop him. "It's okay, Sorrek. We all find ways to cope. We both know I have mine. I don't begrudge you yours. It doesn't bother me. As long as, at the end of the day, you don't forget that I am still me."

He nods. "You're right. I leaned into looking after you too hard as a way to soothe my own scars and as a replacement for her. It wasn't fair to you. I promise to do better in the future. You deserve that." Then he adds sheepishly, "Honestly, worrying about all of you helps take my mind off of my past. It's nice to help people. Makes me feel good."

"Well, maybe you could do with a bit more thinking about it." You smile at him. "Let all of us help you, Sorrek. Talk to us! Open up. Lean on us. Let us worry about you for once. We can work through it as a table. What do you say?"

"I think…" he swallows around a lump in his throat, "I think I can try to do that."

"Good." You pat his arm. "I'm so glad. And you are forgiven, by the way."

"Thank you," he sighs in relief. "I promise to do better so you never regret it."

"I know you will. Now go apologize to Kino before I slap you."

He lets out a chuckle. "I already did. Yesterday, after the shift ended when everyone was showering. I told him all of this, too. I figured he deserved to know why I was so quick to nearly beat the shit out of him."

"Oh," you say as you remember how worn Kino looked when he walked into your cell and sat on the bench. How exhausted he seemed. That must have been a difficult conversation to have, and you understand now why he said it had been a long day.

"He promised me he would never hurt you. He said everything that happens between you is only with your permission, and he would stop with a single word from you. Even walk away, if that's what you wanted." Your eyes sting with tears and your chest flutters as Sorrek talks about Kino. "You're right. He's a good man." He smiles softly at you, and you let out a blubbery laugh.

"Yeah, he's pretty incredible."

"Not that my opinion matters, but he's the only man that deserves you."

"You do remember that I'm a criminal, right?"

Sorrek makes a noise of protest. "Breaking the law isn't inherently immoral. Especially when they're the laws of the Empire because there are a lot of really stupid and cruel ones. And even if that were the case, you're still a person that deserves to be happy."

"Okay, fine. Point made. Also, of course your opinion matters." You nudge him with your elbow. "I do still like you, you dummy."

"I'm very glad. And I just want to be clear. He cares about you a lot." He gives you a pointed and knowing look.

"Oh," you say again as your face turns bright red because you don't know what to say to that.

"Just in case you were wondering." He smiles at you, and you pretend to look interested in the metal floor.

There is a minute of contemplative silence as you both reflect on the conversation you just had, the truths you learned about each other and how that changes things—for and between you. Until he disrupts it by loudly clearing his throat.

"So," he attempts to be nonchalant and fails miserably, "you…like getting hurt?" He doesn't seem upset, only confused.

"Oh my god." You huff in slight irritation and slight embarrassment because you had hoped to avoid this part. "You sure you want to ask this?"

"I'm just curious because it's…" he quickly struggles to find the right word, "different."

"I will explain it to you in broad terms, as long as you understand that I don't owe you this explanation." You cross your arms. "What Kino and I do in private is between us, and everyone else's understanding of it is irrelevant. Okay?"

He holds his hands up in a placating manner. "Understood completely. You don't have to say anything if you don't want to. You're right. You're a consenting adult. Not my business."

"Thank you. But I'm going to rip this bandage off so you stop staring at me like I'm an armed explosive."

"I don't —"

"You do because it's changed the way you think about me and you're struggling to come to terms with it."

"Okay," he mumbles, "maybe a little."

"See?" You sigh. "Look, it's not about the pain. I wasn't even IN any pain. And yeah, sometimes it hurts, but the whole point is making yourself completely vulnerable for someone and trusting them implicitly with everything you are. In that hallway, despite what it looked like, I trusted Kino with my life. Without hesitation. And, well, that feels good."

He sits there for a moment, wrestling to wrap his mind around it with a look of concentration. You're just glad he isn't outright horrified. Trying is a good sign.

"Okay," he says finally. "Okay, I can see the appeal of that."

You sag in relief. "Oh thank god. I couldn't handle you thinking I'm disgusting or something. Honestly that's half of why I was avoiding you. Like, I was mad at you, but I was also very embarrassed.'

"I didn't think you were disgusting," he gasps, horrified. "I didn't understand, but I would never think that because it's not true. Besides, you've obviously been happy. With the other misunderstanding cleared up, that was all that ever mattered to me."

You give him a grateful, sappy smile. "Thank you, Sorrek."

"Do me a favor and try not to be ashamed of who you are, okay? There's nothing for you to feel ashamed of, even if someone doesn't get it. You aren't hurting anyone. That's their problem, not yours. Do you hear me? There's nothing wrong with you."

Alis had said something similar, and you appreciated it a lot. But Alis was an easier sell. His life experiences were more like yours than anyone else at the table. He understood. Hearing Sorrek say it? That makes you feel platonically accepted and seen in a way you've never had before. Not from your former friends or even your own parents, who treated you like an enigma that happened to them, rather than their own daughter.

With a sob, you finally push yourself to your knees so you can properly reach him, and you wrap your arms around him in a big hug. He's shocked into just standing there at first, arms still at his sides, but then something shifts he hugs you back tightly against him. A proper dad hug, and you feel like you've needed one of those since you were fourteen.

By the time you pull away, he's teary eyed again and you've been fully crying into his shoulder. Which has a damp spot now, but he politely doesn't say anything. Once he lets you go, you sit back down next to him, feeling heavy and emotionally spent.

"I'm sorry we call you sad dad," you sniffle and wipe away a tear. "We can stop if it bothers you."

He laughs. "No, keep doing it. I like it at this point," he says shyly. "It's endearing."

"Okay good, I'm so glad because that was going to be a difficult habit to break, but I would if you asked me to."

"That's very thoughtful." He looks touched, and it's gentle on his face.

"One final note," you take a deep breath to steady yourself and put an end to your tears. "Have you considered growing a beard?"

He leans away from you in confusion because whatever he was expecting, it wasn't that. "Have I what?"

You let out a bark of laughter. "Just trust me on this. Look what I did for Taybus!"

The two of you settle into an easy conversation. The dynamic between you has shifted, but it's a good thing, you think. With the air cleared and everything out in the open, it feels respectful. Equal, but still paternal and warm. Better.

Wherever Sorrek's daughter is right now, you hope she's safe. You hope that she's forgiven him, too, and knows just how fucking lucky she really is.

A/N: I'm so sorry. 😭 I want to hug Sorrek, too, and tell him that he's a good man and everything will be okay. 🥺💔

Here's a Tumblr exclusive meme as an apology for making you feel feelings about my middle aged teddy bear of a man.

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[constable-jevid]

Jess has a new honey

And his name is The Doobs

[luminis-infinite]

Yay prompts! I'm sad I didn't see this earlier - hm. Jerry/David, role reversal.

I meant to get to this last night, then I fell asleep, and then I meant to get to this this morning, but christmas shopping… and… sorry it took so long! As usual I have no idea where I’m going with this, but we’re gonna see anyways. 

“Sorry!”David mumbles out the apology, steadying himself and pushing his glasses back up his nose. He doesn’t know why he keeps them, honestly, it isn’t as if he needs them, but they’re a comfortable weight he can’t bear to part with. The man - taller than David with wide, muscular shoulders and raven black hair - just offers him a one armed shrug and a quick flash of a grin. His teeth are white and straight, save for the slight hook of his left front incisor. David swallows, managing to pull a smile onto his own features. 

His stomach rumbles, throat closing suddenly when the slight breeze shifts and wafts towards him. Above the stench of sex and sweat and booze, the scent of this man’s blood, rich and thick and healthy, has venom flooding into David’s mouth. He can practically taste the subtle edge of the cologne the man is wearing, something as dark and equally rich, teasing. 

David swallows again. The guy is looking at him strangely, instincts probably picking up on the fact that something isn’t quite right. Dark eyes sweep over David, assessing the small frame and rounded belly, the moustache, the way the strobe lights play across skin that is far too pale to be healthy. The guy looks away for a moment, giving David time to breathe, before saying, “Don’t worry about it, guy.”His voice is quiet, a low tenor laced with something distinctly American. He’s still searching David for something, seeming a little curious. When he shifts, the muscling plays beneath the thin fabric of his teeshirt, practically teasing David. He can hear the man’s heart thudding, slow and solid and sure. The guy grips his beer more securely. It somehow, miraculously, avoided their bumping into each other. “You okay?” The guy asks. David starts, “Me? Yes! I’m fine!”He isn’t sure why the man cares. He receives another grin, and his stomach curls in sudden excitement. David smiles back. “You don’t look like you’re used to places like this.” David shrugs, collecting his own beer, which the bartender set down on the wood just a moment ago, and takes a sip. It’s nothing compared to what he really wants - his body will burn through the alcohol like a kid on a sugar rush - but it’s something to distract his hands which ache to turn to claws, and stop people from looking at his teeth too closely. “I’m not, but I thought I’d give it a try.”It’s taken David decades to get used to lying like this. When he was young, just a fledgling, his lies were made of tissue paper, so thin and transparent he could barely hunt for himself. Now, he’s much better. The guy nods, humming and sipping at his drink.“What about you? You don’t seem too bothered by all these flashing lights.”The guy throws back his head and laughs a little, giving David time to analyze the sharp curve of his jaw, the way his carotid pulses with his heartbeat. David licks his lips. “Nah, just wanted to let off some steam after work, ‘s’all. Clubs aren’t usually my thing either.”“What do you do?”“Night construction,” the guy replies, “My buddies are a bunch of morons sometimes, foreman really let us have it tonight but he let us go early. And so here I am.”There’s a beat of awkward silence, before the guy shifts his beer and extends a hand, “I’m Jerry, by the way.”Gooseflesh races up Jerry’s skin when David takes his hand, the chill bleeding through rough callouses into capillaries, running straight to his heart. David watches as his arm hair stands on end, idly wondering if it’s doing the same elsewhere. Then he scolds himself, because he didn’t come here looking for that. “David,” he says. Jerry gives him a crooked grin, eyes sparking just a little, “Good to meet you, David.”

It isn’t supposed to go like this. David is supposed to charm Jerry, lure him out of the club, and eat him. That’s how it’s supposed to go. It doesn’t. David finds himself pressed back against the side of the guy’s truck, a hot mouth pushing into his while an equally warm hand starts a slow slide up David’s shirt. Those callouses scrape against soft skin, and David shudders. Part of him - that animalistic aspect - snarls that this isn’t what he should be doing, but the rest of him is too focused on the thigh Jerry pushes between his legs. “This okay?” Jerry murmurs, pulling back just enough to find David’s eye. His are dark, pupils blown. Lust races through him and god, David can smell it, just as he can practically see the capillaries in the man’s face and neck dilating, giving him a soft flush. “God, yes.”

Jerry chuckles, “My place isn’t too far from here.”David gets the memo, climbing into the passenger seat while Jerry goes around the side. The truck roars to life, and they practically fishtail out of the parking lot, merging onto the road and heading to a part of this unfamiliar town that David is really unfamiliar with. The house is nice, in a nice neighbourhood - quiet. That kind of quiet though where it isn’t just peaceful, but the sort of quiet that comes when people don’t ask questions. The beast in David’s chest purrs at the thought. He’s too busy resting a hand on Jerry’s thigh, slowly driving him to distraction with careful motions. The human snarls and swears, they jerk to a stop and Jerry hikes the parking break. 

It doesn’t devolve from there - not really - but at some point between Jerry getting David’s pants off and them ending up on the couch together, the human notices David’s eyes. “Guy, your pupils, they’re huge.”David just shrugs, tugging Jerry closer again. His fingers card through soft onyx hair, nails scratching against his scalp. Jerry shudders. He supposes he should be thankful. Jerry’s a good lover, a considerate one, he makes sure David feels good too. David feels bad for what’s going to happen next, his arm snaking around those perfectly sculpted, broad shoulders while the fingers in Jerry’s hair grow tight. As the man starts to lose himself, David guides his head to the side, leaving a wide expanse of throat where he can settle his head perfectly. Jerry makes a sound, shuddering again. David whispers another apology, directly against the pulse point, and bites. 

[skiplo-wave]

Jerry why?

It’s October David people must know

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[skiplo-wave]

David: Please? For me?

Jerry: Don’t do that.

David: What?

Jerry: You think every time you say “Please? For me?” I’ll do whatever you want, well not this time.

David: Please? For me?

Jerry: ......

Jerry: Okay.

[skiplo-wave]

Let’s not also forget this is Jerry’s onesie, cause he a s h a r k(tm)

Oh my goodness, Jerry and Halloween! Of /course/ he'd love it! (I wonder what costume David would dress up in on their first halloween together...)

Oh lord my first instinct is lobster but also I feel like the poor dear is probs traumatized by lobsters, too. I feel like he’d be something very subtle without too much effort or something stupidly adorable that he’s mildly embarrassed about – like a teddy bear. Don’t listen to me, I’m stupid tired. XD

[luminis-infinite]

Prompt: Jerry/David. "I have been one acquainted with the night."

The rain comes down in buckets, sleuthing through his clothes and washing down the streets in streams. Cars go whipping past, uncaring of the pedestrians which inhabit the sidewalks and end up blown over in the spray. David pulls his collar up more tightly, trying to keep out the wet and chilly wind which whistles through the skyscrapers on this miserable summer day. With each passing second, the grey of the sky grows darker. Street lamps start to flicker to life, one by one, like sentries coming to life and falling in line to light David’s way home. Combined with the neon of signs and stoplights, the soft yellow light bleeds into a ruddy mess which reflects in the storm water and paints concrete a strange colour. Normally, David might stop to admire the architecture. He fell in love with this city for it - old facades and brand new buildings - but today he just wants to get home. At the junction of Fifth and King, he becomes aware that someone is following him - footsteps masked by the patter of rain and the roar of traffic. Every time David rounds a corner, he sees a distinctive flash of black coat with a silver stripe. Initially, he tries to play it down, but with each consecutive twist and turn the man matches David stride for stride. Fear starts to tingle, lighting like a match in his heart and beginning to spread, making him warm and tingly, making him forget that it’s cold and wet and his feet slide around in his shoes on uneven sidewalks. David picks up speed, hurrying forth, walking straight into the coming nightfall. Get home, get home, get home, David thinks. He’d call for Jerry, normally, but some ass of a stranger knocked it into a puddle earlier and it won’t turn on now. Get home, get home, get home. 

He scans around for someone - anyone who might help. He could flag down an officer, if he could just find one, but this isn’t an area frequented by police. Jerry’s quiet warnings - ‘if you think you’re being followed, call me and find someone, anyone, to walk with’ - are coming back to David now. Little things he’d never fully considered because he never thought he’d be in this situation, which niggle at his frantic heart and make it beat faster. David is well acquainted with night in large cities - but he isn’t acquainted with being hunted in the pouring rain. “Fuck, fuck.”David rounds a corner and runs right into someone, a rather pathetic yelp leaving his throat, followed by an apology. It dies on his lips however, when he rights his glasses and realize it’s Jerry in front of him. His husband’s eyes resemble coals, and there’s a tension in his shoulders which frightens David. Water runs in rivulets down his face from his hair, but he makes no movement to wipe it away or push his hair from his eyes. “What are you doing here?” David asks, almost sagging with relief into Jerry’s chest. The vampire pulls him in close, tugging him into an alcove off a building. “Something was wrong, I could feel it. Why the fuck didn’t you call me?”Jerry hisses the words into David’s hair, inhaling deeply in the way he does when he’s upset. “Phone died, literally died,” David explains, voice growing thick as the adrenaline wears off and he comes down off his high, “I couldn’t - I - I panicked.”“Shh… I have you now, baby. It’s okay.”They stand there for a few moments longer while they both collect themselves, and David’s heart calms down. Then they push off, back out into the rain. David keeps hold of Jerry’s hand tightly, all the way home. “I don’t recognize the scent,” Jerry murmurs, “But whoever they are, they won’t be around long.”When he speaks, his lips curl back over his teeth and reveal a hint of his fangs. His expression sours into something almost feral, and most definitely angry. David shudders at the implication and the rage in Jerry’s eyes, but the vampire mistakes it for cold. He frowns, tugging his jacket off and hooking it over David’s shoulders before leading him up the stairs to their recently acquired brownstone. “C’mon, baby, I’ll draw you a bath.”David doesn’t miss the sweep of Jerry’s eyes around the neighbourhood as he closes the door, nor the fact that he applies their rarely used deadbolt too. It’s frightening - but David knows he’s safe as he’ll get, so he tries not to worry.