#like he actually thought this was well funny but it’s proper dad isn’t it

[all-things-fic]

I love him, your honour

[fastandcarlos]

Boss’ Daughter » Oscar Piastri

summary: despite being the daughter of mclaren ceo zak brown, f1 has never been an interest of yours. however, oscar is sure that he change your mind

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ynbrown: thought I’d finally come and see what all the papaya hype is about after all these years 🧡🧡

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mclarenracing: it was nice to finally welcome you to the mtc yn 🧡

username1: how has it taken you this long to go to mclaren 😂

username2: how does it feel to have the world’s coolest dad??

username3: I hope you see why papaya is all the hype now

zbrownceo: see you in budapest at the weekend?? ✈️

ynbrown: @/zbrownceo you might’ve just convinced me…

username4: omg I want that jacket asap 🤯

landonorris: it was lovely to finally meet you after all these years 😀

ynbrown: @/landonorris at least I see why dad says you’re such a funny driver now 😂

username5: not zak singing the praises of his drivers to his daughter

username6: I wanna know what he says about oscar 😭

username7: secretly wishing that I could also be adopted by the brown family now to meet lando norris

oscarpiastri: don’t tell your dad, but you’re so much funnier than him 🤫

ynbrown: @/oscarpiastri secret is safe with me 🤭🤭🤭

username8: I can’t deal with all these interactions ahhh

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ynbrown: turns out f1 is actually pretty cool, first race weekend pending…✅

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username9: I can’t believe you’re actually going to a race 🥺

oscarpiastri: that’s a pretty cool hat that you’ve got yourself there…

ynbrown: @/oscarpiastri it’s amazing what you can find in lost property 😂

username10: the boss’ daughter really doesn’t care lmao 😂

username11: how has it taken you this long to fall in love with f1??

mclarenracing: dare we say team papaya has got themselves a new fan? 🧡

username12: she’s not just gone, she’s up close and personal with it all too 😭

landonorris: I hope this isn’t your way of saying you prefer osc to me 🤔

ynbrown: @/landonorris I could never have favourites 👼

username13: petition for mclaren to bring yn to every race forever starting now!!

username14: I love the fact yn actually has taken the time to get to know oscar and lando too ☺️

danielricciardo: I’m sure there’s still a number three hat around in that garage if you want to support a proper driver 😂

ynbrown: @/danielricciardo add one more and you’re talking my kind of driver number 🧡

username15: yn’s so clued up she knows their driver numbers too 🥺

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mclarenracing: oscar handling the pressure of showing the boss’ daughter round the paddock like a pro 🏎️🧡

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username16: why does it feel like this should be titled oscar flirting with the boss’ daughter instead 🤔

zbrownceo: last time I checked that wasn’t in his schedule for this weekend…

username17: not oscar personally offering to show yn around 🤯

username18: it’s only two photos but they look like they get on well ☺️

landonorris: just like to point out that I did offer to take yn around for a tour too 😂😂

ynbrown: @/landonorris only one of you came through on your promise though 🤨

username19: that’s one way to get yourself a forever contract at mclaren 👏🏻

username20: are we all just gonna ignore the way that yn looks at him 🥺

ynbrown: best tour guide ever 🏆🏎️

username21: how much do I have to pay to get a personal tour from oscar too? 💰

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oscarpiastri: life recently has been pretty zesty 🌅☺️

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username22: whose making you smile that wide mr piastri?

alex_albon: standby ladies and gents as piastri enters his boyfriend era 🎉

username23: has THE oscar piastri finally got himself a girlfriend? 😭😭

charles_leclerc: nice to see you’ve listened to the tips your brother gave you 😂

oscarpiastri: @/charles_leclerc ofc I couldn’t have found a girl without your flirting tips 🙄

username24: not charles taking the credit for setting oscar up 🤦🏻‍♂️

danielricciardo: proud dad moment watching my son grow up 🤧

username25: I just want to know whose the lucky girl that gets to go on a date with oscar piastri 😂

landonorris: so this was your idea of busy when I offered to hang out tonight

oscarpiastri: @/landonorris sorry you’re so far down my list of priorities 🤨

username26: secretly it’s me sat at the other end of that table btw 😂

username27: I had not prepared myself for oscar springing a relationship onto us like that 😭

ynbrown: that’s a pretty stunning beach you’ve found yourself at 🌅

oscarpiastri: @/ynbrown wonder who could’ve recommend it to me…🤔

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ynusername: perks of being the future ceo means you can get all the dodgy angles of the drivers 😂🧡

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username28: you cannot tell me that these two people are just friends wtf

zbrownceo: remember the days when you had no interest in f1, now look at you 🧡🏎️

ynbrown: @/zbrownceo I just pretend to like it to be one of the cool kids 😂

username29: thank you yn for exposing oscar like this 😂

username30: the smile of such an unbothered man ☺️☺️

oscarpiastri: I’d get the sack if I showed some of the photos that I have of you ffs

ynbrown: @/oscarpiastri perks of the job 👑

username31: I can’t imagine you can exactly tell the boss’ daughter to go away hahah

landonorris: suddenly I don’t mind being your second favourite mclaren driver if this is how you treat your first 😂

username32: why am I so invested in these two, they have no idea who I am 😂

mclarenracing: yn stop stealing admins job pls 🫶🏻

username33: I refuse to accept that anything other than a relationship is happening here!!

alex_albon: you might be a candidate for worst boss ever yn!

ynbrown: @/alex_albon it’s a title I’ll wear proudly ☺️

username34: oscar follows yn around everywhere, he’s definitely chasing her 😂😂

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f1gossip: several sources have shown oscar piastri getting particularly close to a female in the paddock. whilst our photos do not show a face, several eager eyed fans have been pointing the finger towards ceo zak brown’s daughter yn who seems to have struck up quite the friendship with the aussie…

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username37: imagine being so hot that you manage to date the boss’ daughter

username38: can we just talk about how awesome zak would be as a father in law too please 😂

username39: oscar, zak and yn is a trio I absolutely need in my life 🙌🏻

username40: ngl oscar doesn’t seem to be able to keep his hands off of yn these days

username41: there is no one in this world who actually believes that isn’t yn btw 😂

username42: clearly whatever charles has been teaching oscar to do has paid off!!

username43: his smile just seems to get bigger and bigger every time they’re photographed together 🥺

username44: I’ve not been this obsessed over two people for such a long time

username45: thank you yn for making our little pookie happy 🫶🏻

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oscarpiastri: young driver of the year award with perfect company to finish the evening perfectly 🧡🏆

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charles_leclerc: when do I get to meet my future sister in law??

oscarpiastri: @/charles_leclerc I’m keeping you away for as long as I possibly can 😂

username46: look at my two favourite people 🩷🩷🩷🩷

alex_albon: I mean there was no doubt that you were gonna win tonight anyway 😂

username47: oscar piastri you scrub up very well sir 🔥🔥

aussiegrit: well done oscar! doing australia proud 🇦🇺

username48: which is the more impressive trophy, yn or the title??

georgerussell63: congrats my friend - looking forward to battling again next year!

ynbrown: could not be prouder of you, your hard work is admirable 💕💕

oscarpiastri: @/ynbrown thanks for being my hot date for the night 🥰

username49: oscar has fully converted yn into an f1 fan now 😂

landonorris: congrats osc, best team mate ever 🧡🧡

username50: osc 😭😭😭😭😭

username51: mclaren just seems like the most amazing place to work ever

mclarenracing: we are so incredibly proud of you, what an amazing season oscar 🧡🏎️

oscarpiastri: @/mclarenracing couldn’t have done it without my incredible team!

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landonorris: I call this thread the faces of a man who has just had to admit to his boss that he is in fact dating his daughter 😂😂😂

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username52: turns out lando loves to expose oscar as much as yn does too 😂

ynbrown: he’s not even that scary, you wait until he finds out we’re sleeping together 😂

username53: I’d love to have been a fly on the wall for that conversation!!

carlossainz55: posts like these always remind me how much nicer my days are without you constantly annoying me anymore

danielricciardo: about time you started bullying a different aussie anyway 😂

username54: we all know how much zak loves oscar, I bet he was thrilled!

oscarpiastri: thank you for throwing me underneath the bus once again 🙄

username55: can just imagine zak trying his best to be an intimidating dad but he’s too soft for oscar 😂

georgerussell63: you’re the worst team mate ever sometimes hahah

username56: poor baby 😭

username57: as if yn will let her dad give oscar a hard time anyway!

zbrownceo: stop treating me future son in law like this norris 😡

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oscarpiastri: turns out dating the boss’ daughter is a pretty cool job after all 🧡🥺

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username58: officially my new favourite post in the world 😭

ynbrown: dating a driver for my dad is a pretty cool thing too btw 💕🥺

oscarpiastri: @/ynbrown adore you!! 🫶🏻

username59: ahhhhh this makes me so happy

maxverstappen1: looking forward to seeing you at mclaren for the rest of your career now 😂

username60: thank you yn for making the decision to go and visit the mtc all those months ago 🙏🏻

pierregasly: mate you must have some serious game to pull the boss’ daughter!!

username61: thank you for not leaving us waiting forever and a day for confirmation 😂

landonorris: well this is just a little bit exciting…🥺

username62: still bitter that I’m not the ceo’s daughter and dating my favourite driver

carlossainz55: luckily for you your dating the daughter of one of the best bosses in f1 🧡

username63: yn really does have it all now doesn’t she 😝

charles_leclerc: I’m still waiting to be introduced 😂

oscarpiastri: @/charles_leclerc keep on waiting 😘

zbrownceo: I’ve still got my eye on you piastri 😂🧡

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[thestobingirlie]

I’ve seen you talk lots about Steve’s parents and i was wondering if you had any thoughts on Robins parents and how her and her parents dynamic as well as Steve and his parents dynamic could play into their friendship.

I am aware how they’re portrayed in Rebel Robin, but the books are not canon and was wondering if you had any further thoughts?

robin’s parents are also very fun to me!! i don’t have proper decided upon names for them like i do for the harrington’s. but i think in the book mrs b is called melissa? and mr b is called richard, which i think is funny lmao. so i kinda subscribe to those being their names.

now, i love the buckley’s being hippies. like they’re vegetarian, they spent robin’s childhood living in a van, she calls them by their names instead of mom and dad.

i think they accidentally joined a cult at one point, after which they moved to hawkins. for a bit more of a stable childhood for robin. i think they’re judged a lot around the neighbourhood, which makes it harder for them, but they love robin, and they want her to get as many advantages in life as she can. and robin is so bright. they know they can’t homeschool her if they want her to reach her full potential.

i think they’re very loving and affectionate, kinda the opposite of the harrington’s in that way lmao. and i think they’re very loving to robin. maybe she almost feels stifled a bit. i don’t think robin’s ever really had any best friends before steve, so she hung out with her parents a lot growing up. doing puzzles and helping in the garden. they would absolutely be supportive of robin being a lesbian (homophobic buckley’s my beloathed), but she still doesn’t tell them till she’s ready, once they’ve all gotten out of hawkins.

i think because of her parents, she really dislikes steve’s parents lmao. she can see from outside the affect their dynamic had on steve, whereas steve is more stuck in it. she jokes that steve’s dad is far more of the “dick” than robin’s is (because both are named richard lol).

robin will always be a dick harrington hater. number one!!! it takes steve a few more years to catch up to her in that regard. because he hates his dad, but he’s also his dad, you know? and i think steve’s parents are actually a source of strife within stobin. at least in the early years of their friendship. robin wishes steve would just cut and run, and steve sticks up for his parents when robin gets a little too into shit talking them, which can bubble up into arguments. not big ones, but they definitely have to take a bit of space after.

neither of them have stereotypical parents, but i think robin’s parents go against the grain almost in the same way that stobin’s friendship does. most people don’t get it, but it’s healthy and they love each other. so robin’s friendship with steve, it’s everything she’s ever wanted. it’s the kind of relationship she dreamed about as a lonely kid. whereas steve had a lot more of an unhealthy dynamic to look up to, so i do think he kinda romanticised a future with a partner where they never argued and they were always happy etc. and obviously real life isn’t like that. but i do think steve interacting with robin’s parents and seeing them interact with each other, it, like, heals something within him.

anyway, when stobin get lavender married the buckley’s are beside themselves with joy. they love steve. and they’re so excited to become parental figures for him (it’s a position they have to battle for with claudia. it gets bloody (they decide to split christmases)). they know it’s just a lavender marriage, but hey, they’re not very fucking conventional either!

[catchyhuh]

Feeding the beast once more because you're on a roll with pairings (and these two have been on my mind since I've gotten into the fandom, shhhh) :)))

Too old for this shit (spiritually). Obsessed with Lupin (literally). Hats. They're definitely a rarepair, but not the rarest (props to any zenigoe shippers, lol). So, thoughts on Jigen x Zenigata? I feel like they've got a lot of potential despite not interacting all that much, platonic or otherwise.

this one has always intrigued me because the very few times where they do interact directly its just. so funny. they have such a funny dynamic that i want explored so much more. also funnily enough the next ask after this one is zenigata and goemon so!! isn’t that a cute little perfect triangle of asks!!

i used to joke with my friends (IN A PRE-LUPIN ZERO WORLD) that jigen could very well have been older than zenigata and lupin was just fucking with zeni by insisting he was the old man. not really related to anything but it’s always so funny to me. but like you said spiritually at least, jigen is significantly over the hill, and it’s hilarious that in this case the ACTUAL older guy is the one with twice the energy

i think, honestly, like with all of the gang proper, zenigata would be shocked by how much he has in common with him. it’d take forever and a day to get there but when they GOT there he’d be like “wait you also think ketchup on eggs sounds gross when you say it out loud and yet not that bad of a flavor combination in theory but you’re too lazy to actually try it?” and there’s this weighted pause before jigen kinda shrugs like “Yeah.” and zenigata goes “Damn…” 

the size difference is so funny because it means zenigata COULD just sling jigen over his shoulder but would never out of fear of retribution. like yeah you can pick up this little pomeranian but look at those eyes do you trust that thing to not lunge for you when it’s at face value?? if he ever has to do it he just repeats “sorry sorry sorry” under his breath the whole time until theyre out of range but really i think jigen is pretty ok with not dying. and also with being scooped like that lmaooo you see the way that guys ex-boyfriends are built?!!?!1!?

they would be absolutely terrifyingly effective working together because they would actually listen to each other, and neither would really be fighting to “lead” the attack. but on the other hand the contrast between the one who looks like he’s putting every single muscle in his body focused on this one minute task vs the guy who looks completely effortless doing some crazy shit like untying alexander’s knot or what the fuck ever is kind of funny. AND LEAVES YOU UNDERESTIMATING THEM LEAVING YOU OPEN FOR A TAG TEAM ATTACK WHUPOW!!

guy who takes up whole couch watching tv + guy who unironically does the tv dad stand = finally the world is in fucking balance

[franklyimissparis]

Hi sorry if this is a little bit creepy but I noticed your tags on your post about Alex and drugs about your dad being in the music industry and I have so many questions (Totally feel free to ignore this though lol) But uh is he famous? 👀 And it sounds like he knows Alex in some sense? Also if he does know Alex, my Milex heart is very curious if he’s heard anything about them. it must be so cool to hear stuff behind the scenes like that

okay so i’ve gotten variations of this question to some degree before but i ignored them ngl 😭 but anyway i probably won’t talk abt this again unless it’s particularly relevant (or funny tbh) so here we go lads.

my dad isn’t like PROPER famous but he’s well-respected within the industry. i’m a little hesitant to give more detail than that given that this is a music-related blog and some of you may have heard of him and could potentially work it out if given more clues (though i’m sure most of you probably wouldn’t bc again it’s not like he’s a household name or anything mad, thank god tbh 💀) also a little reluctant to discuss too much about things bc though i love my dad, he’s kind of a prick and we have a bit of a difficult relationship. music is quite literally the only thing i have in common w him so the idea of anything i post here (especially my Gay Antics) somehow getting back to him actually makes me feel ill lol.

anyway to answer your questions about alex, i would say “know” is a strong word but yeah they’ve bumped into each other quite a bit over the past like 20 years AM has been on the scene. my dad is also good friends w a few people who have worked closely with him. but i wouldn’t really say they have a direct connection or anything and i deffo wouldn’t want to make it out to be something it isn’t lmao. personally i’ve never met alex or had any special perks or anything at any AM gig (though tbh if my dad would actually ever agree to go w me i probably could have gotten backstage so that’s unfortunate). i did technically have the opportunity to meet him and some others one time in like 2018-2019ish but i got violently fucking ill and couldn’t go 😭😭 little bit glad in hindsight though bc i will say that once the hero illusion breaks it’s significantly less fun to be an unhinged fan of someone.

re: milex, i’ve never straightforwardly asked my dad about it bc i don’t want to hear his thoughts tbh lmao. i know he’s heard rumours abt miles’ sexuality because he brought that up out of nowhere once but to my knowledge it was more along the lines of vague gossip (tho i can speculate of course). he hasn’t mentioned anything to me abt alex’s either way but i’ve also never asked.

[stellarwaffles]

I am watching The Lego Ninjago Movie!!

- that’s not a lego :/

- oh the kid has a lego

- Lloyd!

- he’s missing an arm :(

- ok now they’re legos

- “who could the ninja be?” Bestie you can see Nya’s hair. Her mask is only covering her mouth. You can see the majority of her head

- ok now she’s got a proper mask

- Lloyd’s birthday! When is it? What’s the date? They didn’t say

- “I’m your son, Lloyd Garmadon.” “No, my son is bald and has no teeth”

- “How old are you, 7? You’re 7, right?” To be fair to Garmadon I still kinda think my brother is 6 (he’s not 6). To be not fair to Garmadon I think this is supposed to tell us he’s an absent father

- he is 16! First canon age ever

- aww Lloyd just wants someone to tell him happy birthday :(

- “hey mom.. just a thought.. what if I didn’t go to school today?” Me to my mom every day in every grade

- Lloyd’s mom is called Koko in the movieverse, right? I love her she’s amazing

- :(

- why does everyone hate Lloyd? What did he do? :(

- Zane!

- Kai!

- NYA!!

- and Cole + Jay!

- “hey, bro!” “Hey sis :)” “oh, hey actual bro”

- ooh Nya’s good at painting

- “it’s Garmadon!” “Thanks, Lloyd.” How is that Lloyd’s fault. What control does he have over his father’s actions

- miss teacher are you really bothered about grammar right now

- ZANE DOESNT EVEN WALK HES JUST GLIDING

- how does Nya fit her motercycle into her locker

- gee I wonder if Zane’s a robot- nevermind, he’s clearly just an average human teen

- “as long as we have these mechs, we’re unstoppable!” I feel like they’re gonna lose their mechs

- ..is Zane out as a robot?

- I thought the plural of ninja was ninja? Isn’t that what the skeletons said in the pilots? Bc in the movie everyone’s saying ninjas

- Lloyd deserves all the positive attention ever

- there are many benefits to being a marine biologist the water ninja

- I thought their identities were supposed to be secret? Lloyd just said all of their names

- ok about their voices

Kai still sounds like Kai, but Cole sounds odd. He doesn’t really sound like Cole.

Jay also sounds a little odd, but maybe I’m just not used to his voice yet.

Zane sounds like they wanted you to know from his very first line that he’s a robot

Nya + Lloyd sound fine I guess idk

- they took Jay’s anxiety and made it his main character trait (so far) /neutral

- why are there still students in the bus on the road? Before the attack started everyone was in class

- the green dragon mech looks cool

- “well if you can see me then why don’t you shoot me?” *gets shot*

- oh no

- he’s not talking about you Lloyd

- I knew it :(

- he’s still not talking about you Lloyd he’s talking about.. your mom?

- oh no not Lloyd’s mom either

- damn :(

- oh now he is talking about Lloyd

- damn :(

- to be fair I’d be pissed at Garmadon too

- skshsjs

- SKSHSJSHSJS HE THREW BACKWARDS,,

- I can’t believe Kai or Cole or Nya or just any of the others never taught him how to throw/catch

That seems like something they would do

- “funny you ask uh NO ONE. >:(“

- he’s being made fun of by his dad on his birthday

- Lloyd does not know how to:

Throw

Catch

Ride a bike

Shave

Difuse a bomb

- seriously I feel like Kai (or any of them) would see dadless Lloyd and decide to do father/son stuff with him like playing catch + teaching him how to shave + whatever

Also if Lloyd doesn’t know how to shave but there’s no hair on his face does that mean he hasn’t started growing facial hair yet or is he just really bad at shaving

- “y’know what’s funny? I know how to do all those things” yeah you’re also the person who’s supposed to teach him

- “when I die. If I die. I will never die.”

- “you got a lot of issues Green Ninja, I hope you get a chance to work ‘em out by the time I’m back” Garmadon says go to therapy

- wow General #1 was promoted for like 30 seconds before being fired, rip

- “intimidation. We paint angry eyebrows on the troops’ faces.”

- “what if you just ran for mayor?”

- “for me it’s easy to fight him cause he’s. not my father.” Thanks Jay, that’s helpful

- “there’s nothing ‘ninja’ about you ninja” that is true

- “greeeen.”

- “so.. water, fire, lightning, earth, ice and..” “greeeen” “..but that’s not an element?”

- “can I be wind? Wind isn’t taken” it is actually, by your dead cousin

- “practice spinjitzu” *everyone starts slowly spinning*

- the ultimate weapon.. a laser pointer

- “I’m super, super… old.”

- someone give Lloyd a hug

- OH WAIT HEY THATS ED + EDNA IN THE BACKGROUND!! :D

- S7 LLOYD!! ALSO IN THE BACKGROUND on a billboard

- he has a hoodie

- she’s an amazing mother I love Koko with all my heart

- “yeah I was there” “what?” “W atching. with all the other regular kids.”

- he has a goldfish

- man she made him a cake and everything and he’s just going to bed :/

I mean I get it, I’d just wanna go to bed to, but man :/

- “we got a message from your brother” “oh yeah? What did he say?” “*dumb childish insults*” “that sounds like my brother.”

- for secret ninja they sure do use their real names

- “it’s time for you to ninja-go-away-for-good”

- why does his mech have so many missiles

- oh no not his dragon :(

- so why does being on top of a tower make one ruler of Ninjago? They showed the mayor being on top of the tower earlier. Why does it work that way?

- how did Wu not see Lloyd take the laser pointer?

- “are you crossing your fingers?” “That’s physically impossible I don’t have fingers”

- yeah I saw that coming

- :O!! Cat!!

- oh no

- oh this is sad actually

- identity reveal!

- LUHLOYD

- wait do laser pointers break that easily?

- Lloyd “daddy issues” Garmadon

- oh she’s fired. That’s what you get for slurping your drink annoyingly

- yeah! You tell him Koko!

- oh this scene hurts more with context. Don’t be mean to Lloyd :(

- “if I was gonna die, it would be to teach you a lesson”

- they’re running around without their masks on they’re not very good at being secret

- they’re mad at Lloyd but realistically any of them could’ve done the same thing while staying 100% in character

- SKSHSJSHS

- they’re doing a pretty good job at making Wu + Garmadon seem like brothers in my opinion

- “gasp.”

- well. It is called the bridge of fallen mentors.

- “one.. two.. three..

“Huh. I thought that was supposed to work with kids.”

- ok so 16 years ago Garmadon was 158 which means he’s 174. Second canon age!

- Master Wu is 167! Third canon age!

That means Garmadon is 7 years older (that’s how old he thought Lloyd was..)

- “Lloyd’s never asked me about my arms, have you Lloyd?” “Don’t talk to me”

- man Lloyd can’t catch a break can he. First he’s made fun of by his dad, now he’s made fun of by his dad and his friends

- noooooo listen to Master Wu + go on the right path

It’s literally called the right path

- gee who would’ve thought this was a bad idea

- “you gotta get yourself a volcano, kid.” Life advice

- “I got you, dude! I got you!” “I really could’a walked out by myself, but thank you.” Lava real??

- “oh no.. I can’t believe we ran off and just left him back there” well it’s not like he hasn’t been abandoned before

- ok so Zane is out as a robot

- “guys, no swimming. We just ate!”

- I know I said it at least twice but why did none of the others take it upon themselves to teach Lloyd how to throw/catch? I really feel like Kai would’ve done that within a week of becoming friends with Lloyd

- OH NO HE HIT A CAT

- “throw like no one is watching except your judging father”

- SJSHSKSHSJS HE HIT COLE IN THE FACE

- Garmadon taught Lloyd to throw and Lloyd taught Garmadon what a smile is :)

- oh ok they just got rid of his arm no build up ok

- where did his arm go?

- “what does it look like?” “It looks like my left arm except it’s the right one”

- his arm was right in front of him. None of them saw it?

- reattaching your son’s arm 101

- “you.. you called me dad.” No, he said you put his arm back on like a dad

- well Lloyd is 16 now that is the age one starts driving in America even if he does already know how to drive

- :O

- why. is there fresh fruit out

- oh it’s plastic

- Lady Iron Dragon doesn’t look like a ninja? She looks like a warrior where did Lloyd get ninja from and how was he right

- awwww I love a good love at first fight

- skshsjshs LLOYDS LITTLE BABY EVIL LAUGH,,,,,,

- Garmadon looks weird with hair

- Koko my beloved

- “this is the ultimate ultimate disappointment.”

- *really cool shots of the ninja with their elements* “and I’m.. green. :(”

- oh no. I can feel a betrayal coming.

- oh nooooo

- :(

- just be his dad

- oh so he knows he forgot Lloyd’s birthday

- oh no he wasn’t taught to catch yet :(

- LIGHTNING

- EARTH

- WATER! ICE

- FIRE

- no green? :(

- “I thought being dead would make you listen to me more”

- “he also decoded your needlessly cryptic metaphors :D”

- :O

- I love to see them use their elements :)

- yeah!!

- oh the cat just ate him

- Kai just offered to burn a giant cat alive

- ..so Lloyd’s identity isn’t secret anymore

- cat :)

- actually I think the cat is just a giant cat. I know this is an emotional moment* but I think from the cat’s pov it’s just a cat I don’t think it’s listening to the little lego guys calling it a monster

* and also he’s talking to Garmadon and not the cat

- are people gonna stop being needlessly mean to him now?

- he did mean it when he said he wished Garmadon wasn’t his dad. He might not mean it anymore but he meant it when he said it

- “ok you still don’t have fingers and toes! Good!” how do any of them know what fingers or toes are if none of them have fingers or toes

- yes! Appreciate your mother!

- there has been no use of green powers :/

- KOKO AND NYA OPENED A SCHOOL?! I love them

- Lloyd learned how to catch!

- oh we’re back to the real people :/

- FOUND MY PLACE!!

- ok back to their voices real quick Jay’s voice was fine actually I got used to it, but I didn’t? Really like Lloyd’s voice? Idk I feel like it didn’t really fit

[imsosocold]

A very (un)comprehensive review of Thanks To Them:

You foolish fools, you thought we’d never return. But here’s the (non) long awaited sequel reaction of the TOH finale because it was way more popular than I thought lmao.

I, uh, initially planned to include OFF quotes in each review  post to collaborate with themes we got from each episode but I lost my quote list so we’re not doing that anymore. I’ll make a quote post for Belos someday though, promise.

Also we have no concept of time or order so if the reactions aren’t in the correct sequence of events oh well.

Lomes: Belos better go to Turballos this episode.

Jorah: Is that your qualification for TOH at this point?

Sunniva: When are you forcing us to do a OPM MA reaction post?

*I slammed my hand on my desk to try to look cool but I just made it red instead.*

Me: Foolish fools, you underestimate our purpose here.

Lomes: You’re playing around too much AA, you’ll become liberal at this rate. 

Sunniva: Not the worst verbal phrase fae has chosen to mimic. Besides, I’m surprised your interest in TOH has lasted this long.

Jorah: Stuff never dies with chir. Like with Minecraft Story Mode.

 Me: Foolish fools, I want some attention so we’re doing more dumb online stuff.

Jorah: Now I’m included! :D

Me: Behave.

Jorah: Say that to Lomes!

Lomes: Yeah, say that to me.

…

Sunniva: [ Noelle], your hands are all red now. Stop hurting yourself please

Lomes: Bang your head on the desk pussy. 

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Jorah: Why is everyone else forgetting Lilith was there during the whole Philip-finds-the-Collector-scene?  

Lomes: Yeah, it’s mostly her fault. Fuck your mother Lilith AUs.

Sunniva: Okay, that’s a bit harsh.

Me: Does Hunter even know Caleb was Philip’s brother? He only called Caleb ‘ a witch hunter’.

Lomes: You should know, you’re the one who’s following the show.

Sunniva: You know they struggle to comprehend stuff.

Me: Yeah, all I do is struggle.

Jorah: They have memory problems Lomes >:0

 Me: Yeah I have sooo many problems.

Lomes: I’m going to channel Technoblade to kick your ass.

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Lomes: All the Lunter fans cried at this episode lmao.

Jorah: I’m crying cause Luz’s dad is ugly >:(

Sunniva: YOU CAN’T JUST SAY THAT  HE’S DEAD AND THIS IS THE FIRST PROPER LOOK WE GOT OF HIM- 

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Lomes: This is powerpoint  presentation levels of quality.   

Jorah: Isn’t western animation a beautiful thing?

Me, watching Amity fall: ♪ Story of my life♪ 

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Jorah: There’s finally Spanish! And it’s actually subtitled :D!!

Lomes: What’s with all the sound effects though?

Sunniva: What’s with all the photos Willow has of her friends dating?

Me: “ Friends”.

Lomes: Imagine us having those.

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Lomes: Ugh, they’re pushing the Willow x Hunter ship sooo hardd.

Me: Ugh, shipping.

Jorah: Unless it’s funny.

Me: Unless it’s funny.

Sunniva:  Uh, Wally Darling x Gregg x Angus. 

Me: See, that’s just good.

Lomes: Okay,what’s ‘funny’ to you, silly goose, cause-

Jorah: I shipped Mae x Gregg x Angus…

Lomes: EXCUSE ME-

*Then they got into a fight about shipping I honestly did not care about and did not even attempt to record it.*

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Jorah: Imagine if Luz had to cover the Wittebros’s tale in her history class lmao. 

Lomes: Imagine if the TOH crew covered the Wittebros’s story in canon.

Sunniva: Can you guys try to be optimistic?

Lomes: You will not suppress-

Me: This is why we can’t do anything-

Jorah: Meow~^•ﻌ•^ฅ

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Lomes:  HUNTER FLAPJACK IS JUST A BIRD CALM DOWN!!

Sunniva: He’s been on Twitter too long. ( Said the Twitter user).

Jorah: Palismen rights!!!

Me: Palestinian rights?

Jorah: That too! :)

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Me: Just realized Belos was probably in the house during the breakdown scene.  Very awkward.

Jorah: What do you think he was doing offscreen all that time? Besides getting a sugar daddy.

Me: Abolishing the system and adding the rich’s corpses amongst its remains.

Lomes: Considering nerfing the human realm and honestly I couldn’t blame him.

Sunniva: Escaping from your purpose is impossible.    

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Jorah: Ok OK, I know Caleb is literally Connecticut Clark but it’d be funny if Belos fell for an opposite equivalent to himself as well in the Human Realm, who cares what species-

Me: The guy working in the gas station, slouched over the cooler with an unlit cigarette in his mouth. 

Lomes: Ah, gas station people, my favorite species.

Jorah: Have you been to Circle K?

Me: Their food is good.

Lomes: You got sick from their spicy chicken since you were doomed to be a basic white bitch even with your, admittedly split, heritage. 

Sunniva: Didn’t you ship Wilbur Soot and Belos [Noelle]?

Me:Oh yeah, I thought it’d be funny that when learning topical stuff, Belos got hyperfixated on the DSMP and ended up actually believing the roleplay was real, that Wilbur had been involved with some weird magic and managed to escape back to his home in the human realm; Utah.  He believes the videos were either exact records of Wilbur’s escapades or simple reenactments of it.  Cue humiliation and confusion when Belos tries to contact Wilbur. Or by coincidence the duo met at a Lovejoy concert idk.

Lomes: Either way Belos buys and wears DSMP merch.

Me: Definitely. 

( Somebody draw this).

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Jorah: ♪ Enby, enby.~♪

Sunniva: I love Masha’s fit.  

Lomes: [ Noelle], it’s you straight up!    

Me: I wish there was a Casa Batlló look to the museum… *******************************************************************

 Lomes: Our favorite occultist Nathan Fielder 

Me, hitting the desk again: Stop. 

Sunniva: I thought his name was Nathan too.

Jorah: Who fed you that lie? It had to come from someone!

Sunniva: More importantly, he looks like the MOTHERFUCKER WHO STOLE THE FUCKING YOUTUBE TO MP3 CONVERTER OFF MY CAR-

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Jorah: Glad that guy was dealt with. Just  imagine the fucking government. *＾ワ ^* 

Me: Conspiracy theorist or not, it’d make sense to both be freaked out by and be curious of a supernatural creature. His reactions are some of the tamer ones honestly. 

Sunniva: Think he’s related to the witch hunter Hopkins? 

Lomes: If so, no wonder he’s cray cray.  People would make his life a living hell for the shit his ancestor’s did.

Jorah: All Nathan does is take Ls.

Sunniva: He’s definitely the punching bag of the writers.   

Lomes: One guy criticized Dana’s writing too many times.  

Me: Dana watched one too many TOH critical Youtube videos. But honestly, he seems like a waste of character space and writing.       

 Lomes: Not all characters need to be deep or important. 

Me: With what little time they have yeah.

 Sunniva: It may be funny to laugh at him and feel smug over not being in the same boat but  we can easily fall for the same tricks. 

 Lomes: They did deal with the antivaxer better. It’d be cool if he was the museum caretaker.

Jorah: History coven duo!

Lomes: Belos x Nathan, the hate sink ship.

Me: No.

Sunniva: Belos and his curse x The Nathan Fielder-

Me: STOP-

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Me: Ah, Masha said the line the TOH fandom takes too seriously.

Jorah: I’m more focused on Willow’s costume, like yikes. ಠ-ಠ

Lomes: God, could they make it anymore obvious-

Me: ♪He was a boy.♪

Jorah: ♪She was a girl.♪

Lomes: ♪That song was misogynistic and homophobic.♪ Anyway, with all that laughing and ominous music- 

Sunniva: I’m still trying to figure out how the museum had the budget for that hayride, it was some Disney BS-

*Group groan* Disney 

Lomes: Fuck the mouse.

Me: No thank you.

Lomes: Not literally.

Jorah: Eat the mouse. Literal.

Sunniva: What do mice taste like?

Lomes: Chicken.

Sunniva: Why chicken?

Lomes: Every non traditional meat tastes like chicken.

Jorah: Do you think Flapjack tastes like chicken?

Me: I’m hitting the desk again. 

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Me: Why do you think there is still magic in the lake?

Jorah: There is a Titan fetus in the lake water. 

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Lomes: He said it so fruity. Oh no~    

 Jorah: I like the maniacal  laugh. ˙ྌ˙

Sunniva: Luz’s mom must have no idea what's going on. “ Wow Hunter, your costume is actually cool now.”

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Jorah: They killed Hunter’s support animal and only friend by having them flap uselessly in front of Belos, not even trying to fight, even though she was initially hiding behind the grave. >:(

Sunniva: The creators needed the angst. 

Me: No, see, Hunter hadn’t gone through enough pain, there’s a fucking quota that needs be met per a certain time frame. How else are people supposed to know that white people can feel pain?

Lomes: White people suffered a lot through history, you know. That’s why the show spent so much time on Hunter and Amity over characters like Willow and Gus.  

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Jorah: He’s not even screaming in anger over losing the Titan blood for the portal, he just needs something to the Halloween party or else he’s gonna lose support from his sugar daddy.

Lomes: “ No, Hunter! How am I gonna keep the bitches now? Everyone’s going to leave again.”

Sunniva: Okay, one of them tried to take the other down with them to water. Did Belos forget he can’t swim?

Me: My short, clumsy, memory loss having ass always going in the deep end while barely remembering how to swim. 

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Me: Luz and Amity need to break up at this point.

Lomes: You’re saying that cause you’re aro-ace spec.

Me: They’re just toxic, Luz never shares her thoughts or emotions-

Sunniva: People would flip out and call TOH homophobic and that they gave in to the pressure of Disney.

Me: Have Luz get with another female character then, like Willow.

Lomes: That’s what it’s been about all along-  

Jorah: I’ve always hc’d Luz as transmasc.

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Lomes: That was pointless.

Me: So was this post.    

Jorah: Check out Pigeon Pit and Crocodile Scissor Cut!

Lomes: Don't check any other work Noelle did. Let this be the last interaction you have with them.

Sunniva: How many more of these do we have to do?

Me: Uh, just TOH wise, three.

Another group groan!

[takendruid]

Abandoned homestuck art for the time being since 1) I need a break from it and 2) I’ve revived my special interest for Destiny.

My friends don’t play Destiny but my dad does! But I actually don’t know what his gaurdian’s face or hair looks like. I made my friends do a survey to see what they’d choose and all of us are exos, and even my d1 characters are both exos (all three of my characters have the exact same fucking face shape…). Also my dad’s guardian isn’t my guardian’s dad, just to clarify…

Top three are my two characters, and the bottom two are my friends’ designs that they did through me. My D1 character is a new character I’ve made because I literally couldn’t continue the house of wolves campaign with the stuff I had on my first character (which literally had the same fucking face and horn as well BY THE WAY. Which is also the same face shape as Shiro-4.)

My D2 character is called Taken because like,, even though I didn’t ever play The Taken King DLC, I want him to have been like,, Taken by Oryx 👁️👁️ he used to be called Edward-15, but that’s no longer the name he uses. He lost his memory mostly (since he’s an exo) but now goes by Taken because he was the Taken Guardian. His ghost also lost his light for a period of time, which is why my D2 boy was able to be taken. Taken is a very sweet boy pre-taking, but gets an attitude post-taking because… yeah :) he was verbally abused by another Guardian (who is based on my abuser, who got me properly into Destiny). Cayde is sort of like a father figure to him (even though I started D2 in January 2019 but SHHHHH) and after Cayde dies, Taken calls his ghost “Ace”. Also Ace has much more of an attitude than the Ghost normally does because he had to put up with Feral’s (my abuser’s guardian) abuse. Like- Feral would rip into Taken for being dysfunctional in Taken hotspots and literally complains about him to Ikora during the Red War campaign while the two are RIGHT THERE, and Ace is literally like “can we fucking talk about something that’s actually important and not literally talking about my guardian like he’s not there?” He has a lot more sass than our ghost normally does. Also Taken is a bladebarrage and stasis user, which is funny because they’re literally polar opposites; dark and light, and ice and fire.

My D1 character is the guardian you play in D1. He’s called Atlas-9, and his ghost is called Cronus. Cronus would probably have dinklebot’s voice, and Atlas would probably be Russian due to waking up in the cosmodrome. I use bladedancer on him, but 1) I want to use nightstalker so bad and 2) he would probably be a spectral blades hunter. While Taken is aroace, Atlas is so fucking gay. Especially for Cayde. Literally the definition of Tom Cardy’s “Flirt (with your dad)”. Taken finds this extremely fucking weird because Cayde is literally the Vanguard, aka their boss. Dude tries MULTIPLE TIMES to flirt with Cayde, but Cayde just ignores him (but finds them amusing). @/sylenth-l hcs that Andal Brask was a void hunter, so… ngl I half made Atlas a nightstalker hunter for some Cayde angst… Also Atlas doesn’t have a proper design because I literally don’t have any good gear yet (I haven’t even finished the vanilla campaign (I’m on the last mission) but I’ve finished Dark Below and I’m in the middle of house of wolves). Also fun fact, I gave my first character a horn before finding out Cayde had a horn, so Atlas having the horn is only half because of Cayde. There is a HC that Shiro-4 has the body of a Titan or was a Titan, and I love that HC so much that I literally thought to myself “what if Atlas… was the same, and that’s why he’s so much taller and beefier than Taken”

Atlas’s ghost is called Cronus because I’m a sad little homestuck fan 😭 I literally looked up at my wall and saw my Eridan sticker and thought to myself “what’s Eridan’s name origin and can I discreetly call his ghost Eridan?” The answer ended up being no, however I looked up Cronus Greek mythology and saw Cronus was a titan. Then I looked up other Titans and saw Atlas. I looked up if Atlas 9 was a thing and turns out! Mercury-Atlas 9 was the final USA space craft mission to Mercury, and I thought that was perfect because Atlas is found in a Cosmodrome, which is literally a Russian launching site for spacecraft. USA and Russia are two very different things, but the take away was “space craft! Cosmodrome! Space mission! Perfect!!” Also the numbers in Atlas-9 and Edward-15 are connected to 1) my username but also 2!) the taken king release date >:]

As for my friends! The female Exo is called Del-4. I was looking at exo names to see if any were just normal names and was like “omg there’s an exo called del-3!” And my friend is called Del. She literally said to me “shitpost and call her Del-4”. Also her ghost is called Crab because it’s cute. As for the male exo (even though they are nonbinary) is called Attica-2 because one of their characters is called Atticus. Their ghost is called Malachite, which is the name of an OC they own but also! The name of my Druid OC, which was quite connected to their Atticus OC.

[nicad13]

Crossroads: Chapter 8

The Core

Summary: Rayne brings Din and Yadier to Coruscant to meet some old friends who can help them on their way. Turns out one of them is Rayne’s ex. And Din had a run-in with the other several years prior…

But it’s fine. Really. It’s fine.

Rayne pulls off a little espionage. Din gets to tune up his Amban.

Din struggles with closing the triangle of his family and learns a lesson on the value of life-long friends.

Notes: Canon-compliant through Season 1, alt version of Season 2. Posting some old fic before the sequel, which will hopefully be complete by the end of Season 3. Start now so you're ready! AO3 link in the Source at the bottom.

Tags/Warnings: Angst, Din gets tipsy

Rating: Mature

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I’ve been away and I’ve seen too much Looks like I’ve been moving on as well And when I started to not really belong I suppose I was unable to tell But I ain’t sad and no it isn’t bad It’s just one more thing I’m coming to know

Blues Traveler, Back in the Day

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Din settled down in his seat on the flight deck with his breakfast and coffee, helmet on the console, the blue and white ripples of hyperspace streaking by over his head.

Leaving Methuselah had been difficult. He was going to miss it, and the look on Rayne’s face as the ramp closed for the final time nearly broke his heart. He’d brushed the back of her hand with his and blurted out “Maybe we could come back sometime,” before he’d even known the words were in his head.

It wasn’t like him to blurt.

It particularly wasn’t like him to blurt out sentences containing the word “we” with regard to future commitments, but he’d gone and done it.

Her response had been even enough, that half-smile of hers as she met his gaze. “Maybe.”

Methuselah had left its mark on all of them. Din took his gloves off to reveal hands that were a proper golden brown again, a color he hadn’t been since his last summer before… before. Rayne found a great deal of amusement in the fact that the only tan lines he had were on his temples from the sunglasses she’d given him, even if she had to take his word for it. For her part, Rayne had gotten a few shades darker, her hair a few shades lighter. They’d both put on a few pounds of muscle. Even Yadier had taken on a brighter, more vibrant shade of green. Neither one of them had any idea if that was actually ok; the kid looked almost radioactive, but he showed no indication of peeling or discomfort, so they fed him one last frog for the road and called it good.

Din ate his breakfast, listening to Rayne and Yadier exchange in their own way as they ate theirs below, through the closed door of the flight deck. He’d heard adults speak to children before, but the conversation between his son and his son’s mother was nothing like those at all.

“Yes, we brought some frogs with us.”

“Brrrpllllp.”

“They’re more of a lunch thing. You do better when you have the green stuff for breakfast.”

“Eh! Rrrraaaallllll.”

“No, you shouldn’t eat the wrench. Remember what happened last time?”

“Heeheehee.”

“Funny for you, maybe. Your dad was furious. I had to bill him extra to replace it. No way I was gonna use that one again.”

“Mmmm eh brrreep!”

“Yeah, you can float the other tools after breakfast. Your record is fifty. We’ll see if we can get you a new PR today.”

“Thhhh, buir!”

“We’ll go up and bug him once he’s done eating.”

Din sipped his coffee as he considered the ridiculous pragmaticism going on in the hold below, the things a parent had to negotiate with a Force-sensitive toddler who thought frogs were the most delicious things in the entire galaxy and could lift a starship when properly directed. Rayne just rolled with it like it was nothing.

Rayne…

They’d arrived on Methuselah as father, son, and… engineer/tutor/whatever long list of Force-sensitive sorcery she was, and had left the planet as father, son, and mother.

An actual family.

An actual clan.

It still seemed unreal to him as he brought a hand up to the cowl, feeling the beskar casing underneath it, against his throat.

The bonds between the son and his mother and father were unquestioned. Din was bound to him through honor, creed, and shared saving of lives. Rayne was bound to him through the Force.

What, exactly, held Yadier’s parents together?

Din’s gaze fell to his almost-empty cup, swirling the contents around.

They were bound by an ancient history of struggle. Everything about his training, everything about his armor, everything about The Way was in direct opposition to everything she was capable of and everything the Jedi believed. His people had gained strength in the face of hers, but hers had not backed down.

At the same time, they were both victims of Empire pogroms, both the survivors of their respective purges. Order 66 was an amplified echo of the Night of a Thousand Tears. As sparse as the Mandalorian diaspora was, at least it was viable. The Jedi Order was wiped out entirely, and Force-sensitives were, apparently, vanishingly few. The Empire was their mutual enemy. It had taken everything from them.

Now, its remnant threatened their son.

He wondered if the opposing strengths of the Mandalorians and the Jedi could be brought together. It had been done before, at least in the form of Tarre Vizsla. Could two people with opposing but complementary skillsets form a new Way?

He backed away from the thought. It wasn’t his place to question his path. Rayne had done it, had tossed much of the Jedi dogma out the window, but she had no one else to hold her to it. Din still had… somewhere out there… he had others of his kind to hold him to the Creed. He’d still sworn his soul to the manda. That was a done deal.

Despite (or because of?) all of these complexities, many things between them clearly worked well. Really, really, well. He allowed himself a smile as he looked back up to the windscreen, watching the flow of hyperspace once again. They’d been together for just over a month, now. The fact that Rayne had adopted his son so quickly was way more than he had ever expected. Hoping for anything more at this point felt like over-reaching. He was content with what they had now, even if he couldn’t put a name to it, and he wouldn’t push it any harder.

The fact that he was content at all was startling.

He downed the rest of his coffee, slid the helmet back on, and opened the door so the rest of his family could join him if they wished.

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“So who exactly are we meeting on Coruscant?”

Din was in his seat, swiveled back so he could watch Rayne and Yadier Force-toss the bearing between them from the port and starboard jump-seats, respectively.

“Their names are Zavin Reps and Reesha Shalente.” Rayne let the bearing bounce in the air for a bit before tossing it back to Yadier. “They have space for the Razor Crest at their residence, so we won’t have to worry about docking records.”

“Is that safe?”

“Reesha is an intelligence officer with the New Republic. She won’t be questioned.”

Din gave a long exhale, crossing his arms over his chest, indicating everything Rayne needed to know about his confidence in the New Republic.

Rayne gave him a sidelong look. “She was also a Fulcrum during the Rebellion. She’s the reason I’m even able to function in society at all. She set me up with a chain code during the war.”

“You didn’t have one before?”

“I had one that was on record at the Jedi temple. It’s tied to my real name. I’d have gotten executed within three hours of using it for decades after Order 66. It would probably still be a horrible idea to use it. Rayne Rollins didn’t officially exist until twelve years ago.”

Din gave a conciliatory shrug. “So they know you’re Force-sensitive.”

“Yes. She has access to Jedi records that might point us in the right direction to find Yadier’s people. The tough part will be pulling shenanigans to cover the fact that we’ve accessed the records, but we’ll nail that down when we get there.”

“And Zavin?”

“Reehsa’s husband. He works in starship design.” Her tone was hesitant.

Din took the bait. “And…”

Rayne took a measured breath. “An ex.”

“Hm.”

“It’s fine. We were friends for a few years before we got more serious. We joined the Rebellion together. He actually introduced me to Hayes a few months after we broke up. I introduced him to Reesha. It all worked out.”

“Why the breakup?”

She gave him A Look.

“I need to know what I’m getting into,” Din responded.

She broke his gaze with a “fair enough” shrug. “He… didn’t feel the same way about me that I felt about him. He’s… honest, though. Even when the truth hurts. I always know where I stand with him.” She looked back over to Din. “You will too.”

“Can he take what he dishes out?”

“Yes.”

“Then it’ll be fine.”

Except it wasn’t quite fine. Zavin was alive and Hayes was dead. Zavin still had Reesha and Rayne had… a brand-new wayward alien baby son and his Mandalorian dad. She had turned back to face Yadier, and Din realized that she knew how precarious her position in his life was. How circumstances had continuously removed people from hers, if not completely, then at least from places she would rather have kept them. And he had put her in the position to lose again, had asked her to adopt his son with him, knowing full well they would have to give him up.

Would he exit her life at that point as well?

Would she even want him around after losing their son? A reminder of a part of her life that she would never get back?

He shook his head, trying to focus. “What do they know about us?” He knew Rayne had gotten a message back from them earlier in the day.

“They know I’m with the Mando from Nevarro – you’re apparently a thing, now. They know that Yadier is the same species as Yoda. I don’t know if Reesha’s figured out your name yet.”

“Let’s stick with Mando unless they make it clear that they know it.”

Rayne nodded.

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The Razor Crest dropped out of hyperspace at Coruscant. Rayne was in the starboard jump-seat with Yadier strapped to her in the birikad. She watched through the windscreen as Din guided the ship to the coordinates, watched the unbroken cityscape slip by, watched the ruins of her childhood home rise up around them as they dropped altitude. The baby burbled as she ran an absent finger along his ear, sensing his mother’s unease.

Din was unused to the heavy traffic of a core planet, but he was able to slide the old gunship into the lanes regardless. He landed when they reached their destination, peering out with uncertainty as the Crest settled on its gear. They were parked on one of the higher towers in the area, and the structure before them was an opulent, glass and steel-frame home. An awning extended over the Crest to obscure the view of it from above. “Are we in the right place?”

“Yep. Welcome to the club, guys.”

So many clubs, lately.

Zavin and Reesha were approaching the ship as Rayne lowered the ramp. She waved as soon as she was visible, and started walking as soon as it was down, Din a few paces behind her.

“Oh, shit.” His voice was just barely audible over the modulator.

“What? What’s wrong?” She turned back to face him.

“It… might be nothing. Just fly casual.”

“Ookaaay.” She turned and continued, but noticed that Din had slowed his pace.

“Rayne!” Reesha’s greeting was open-armed and warm. She knew that Rayne wasn’t much of a hugger, but she hugged her and the baby anyway. “It’s been too long.”

It had been three years. “Yeah, I guess it’s been a while.”

Zavin kept his distance, hands in his pockets. He gave her a nod. “Good to have you back.”

She returned the nod. “Good to be back.”

Reesha took a step back to get a good look at Yadier. “And this is your son.” She lifted an eyebrow. “I never pegged you as the mothering type.”

Rayne shrugged. “Still not, but I made an exception for this guy.” She patted the bundle and he looked up at her and smiled, a quiet “buir” purring out of him.

Reesha ran a finger along his ear and he burbled. “Well, we’ll try and get things figured out for you, little guy.”

Din hung back, raking through his memory. Reesha was familiar, and not in a good way. Dark skin, almond-shaped eyes, tight curls, high cheekbones, willowy build, on the tall side. He’d seen her before… she’d been a bounty. Oh, god no… she’d been the New Republic bounty he’d picked up four years ago, strict orders to bring her in warm, a request not to put her in carbonite if possible, but he’d been low on rations so he’d had to freeze her anyway. The whole thing had seemed off, somehow. So far off that he’d left that Guild contract entirely a week later, transferred out of the local covert and gone to a different system altogether.

Now here she was, his son’s mother’s ex-boyfriend’s wife.

Sometimes the galaxy was just too goddamn small.

Reesha caught sight of him, tilting her head. She spoke to Rayne in measured tones. “This is the Mandalorian from Nevarro?”

“Yeah.”

“His armor. It’s different from what he looked like in the news footage.”

“He just painted it.”

“I see.” Reesha stepped around Rayne and approached the Mandalorian before her, the Mando in russet-red armor. The armor itself was different, significantly upgraded, but the color was the same. The head-tilt was the same. The way he carried his arms away from his body was the same. The boots with the disruptor shells just below his right knee. All the same. She came to within two meters of him and stopped. “Do you remember me?”

“… Yes.”

His voice was the same.

He was the one.

Rayne mouthed a “What is going on?” to Zavin. He seemed to consider for a moment before a look of recognition appeared on his face. He replied with a small smile and a wink. Hang on and watch.

“How much did they pay you?” Reesha directed to Din. “What was the price of my capture?”

“Your bounty fed three foundlings for a year.”

“… What?”

“Plus a month’s worth of fuel. You were worth a lot to somebody.” The same, surprisingly soft tones from before.

She smiled. “That’s good.”

“… What?”

“Come in, please. I’ll explain.” Reesha took Rayne’s arm as she passed by and guided her inside. “You sure know how to pick them.”

“Yeah, he sorta picked me.”

“Doesn’t look like you put up much of a fight.”

“Point.”

When they were all inside, Reesha cast a conspiring gaze to Zavin. “Remember when you hired a Guild bounty hunter to bring me in from the field?”

Zavin crossed his arms. “Sure do. Is this the guy?”

“This is the guy.”

Din tilted his head. “I was part of your retrieval chain?”

“Yes. Getting brought in by a Guild hunter was the safest way.”

His shoulders relaxed. “What was with the…” he mimicked the hand gesture she had made when he’d frozen her in carbonite, with her middle fingers extended.

“Oh that,” she laughed. “You didn’t leave a mark on me and I had to make it look better than that, so…” she shrugged. “We tried to hire you to bring me in again later but you were nowhere to be found.”

He breathed a sharp exhale. “Your little display guilt-tripped me into leaving that Guild contact. I bounced the system and never went back.”

Reesha rolled her eyes. “You wouldn’t believe the bullshit I had to put up with after you left. Anyway, we’ll let you get settled. Will your usual room still work for you, Rayne?”

“Yep, it will.”

They brought a few bags out from the Crest and Rayne led Din up to a suite on the second floor; two rooms, a proper bathroom, and a sweeping view of the skyline from floor-to-ceiling windows. The interior walls were decorated with framed design blueprints for starship engine parts, signed by the designer. Din took a close look at one of them, finding the style familiar, recognizing it from Rayne’s work with the fob scramblers. He read the name signed in the corner. “Ryan Robbins. Let me guess. You have a third chain code.”

She smiled as she placed Yadier in his crate and unpacked. “That one is number four, actually.”

“Do I want to know what number three does?”

“Number three got pinched by the Imps, got away, and is officially at the bottom of the ocean on Naboo.”

“Sounds fun.”

“It wasn’t, but it makes for a good story after a night of heavy drinking.”

Once they unpacked, Rayne took a moment to crawl onto the bed. “Oh god… a real bed. It’s been forever since I’ve slept in a real bed.”

“It’s been a month.”

“Foreverrrrr…” She sprawled out on half of it, buried her face in a pillow, and let out a long moan. Yadier pulled himself out of his crate and onto the bed, then romped around the perimeter of it, unfamiliar with the give of an actual mattress. He giggled as he bounced on the firm foam, testing the surface.

Din took a seat on the edge, considered for a moment, then pulled off his boots and stretched out on his back. “Oh.” It really was a nice bed. “Okay. Yeah, I get it.”

“We’ll have to make good use of this later.”

Her suggestive tone did not elude him. “Yes. We will.”

They allowed themselves a few minutes to relax, then headed back downstairs.

---

Zavin pulled Din and Yadier out onto the balcony so the women could get to work. Reesha already had a terminal set up in the office.

“So what’s the plan?” Rayne asked.

“I was able to get a location on several Jedi historical texts and registers for the last thirty years of recruiting before the fall of the Republic. Between those, we might be able to find something useful. The good news is that it’s all been digitized and you’ll be able to copy things over quickly.”

“The bad news?”

“It’s all located in the Imperial Palace.”

Rayne blew out an exhale and closed her eyes. The Imperial Palace. The former Jedi Temple.

“Seriously?”

“I know,” Reesha put a hand on her arm. “You’re a Sentinel, Rayne. If anyone can do this, it’s you.”

“The last time I was in that building…”

“You were a ten year old Youngling. Now you’re going back as an ass-kicking infiltrator.”

Rayne threaded her fingers through her hair. “Urrrrgh…”

“I know that groan. That’s the, I don’t want to do this even though I know I can groan. Seriously, it’s been five years. You’ve been hiding out for too long. When this is all done, the New Republic could use someone like you.”

“What do you mean, someone like me?”

“Someone who can hack a security system, fly and maintain a ship, and break someone’s neck all in the span of five minutes.”

“Maybe. But this kid… he’s powerful. This is a lot bigger than me. Seeing this all the way through might be a longer game. But anything that brings balance to the Force is in the best interest of the New Republic. In that sense, you still have my loyalty.”

Reesha relented. “Fair enough. Let’s run down the security protocols you’ll have to deal with…”

---

“Can I get you a beverage?” Zavin offered. “I managed to find a whiskey that goes down well with a straw.”

“No thank you.”

“Seriously, do you have any idea how hard a whiskey-straw pairing is? I spent days on this.”

Din allowed himself an exhale for a laugh. “I appreciate the effort. Maybe later.” Din craned his head to look at the opulent home behind him. “No kids of your own?” It seemed odd to him, given that they so obviously had the resources to have as many children as they wanted.

Zavin gave a slight shake of his head. “I was standing next to a hyperdrive reactor when our carrier got hit with Imperial cruiser fire and things got a little crazy about twenty years ago. I wasn’t quite shooting blanks after that, but the results would’ve been… bad. So…” He made a snipping motion with his fingers.

Din was shocked at Zavin’s frankness, but he realized it lined up with what Rayne had told him. “I’m sorry.”

Zavin shrugged. “We’re not parent types, anyway. Reesha’s work…” He turned his head to gaze out at the skyline. “It wouldn’t be fair.” It wouldn’t be fair to have kids when there was a decent chance they would lose their mother.

Din dipped his head in a single nod.

Life in the Core, while more comfortable, wasn’t all fun and games either, apparently.

He used the moment to take Zavin’s measure. He was about Din’s height and build. He looked like the type of man who’d been a soldier in his younger years and kept up with the exercise habit. He was fair-skinned, green eyes, with long, straight sandy hair pulled back into a ponytail. Zavin leaned back on the rail. “If I’d known it took a Mandalorian bounty hunter to pull Rayne off that dustball planet, I’d have looked a lot harder to hire you again. She doesn’t get around here much.”

Din looked down to his son. “I think Yadier did most of the convincing.”

Zavin took a swallow from his drink. “How’s she been?”

Din tilted his head. “What do you mean?”

“Last time she was here was two years after Hayes died. She was still kind of a mess. Better than the first year, but…” He shrugged. “Nightmares. Forgetting to eat for a few days in a row. Drinking too much.”

Din nodded. “She’s healthy. Nightmares are an occasional thing.”

“So you’re sleeping with her.”

Thank god Rayne had warned him. “Yes.”

“How are you handling the…” He scratched the back of his neck.

God, this guy. “It’s fine.” It’s excellent, actually, but I’ll be damned if I discuss it with you.

“What is she to you?”

No wonder they broke up. They must have riddled each other with holes asking pointed questions. “Is this an interrogation?”

“Yes.” Zavin rested his elbows on the rail. Din had never been so closely questioned before by someone who was so clearly at ease. Zavin was not only on his home turf, but he also figured that he was under Rayne’s protection, so long as he didn’t do anything too outrageously stupid. Zavin’s eyes met the visor in a cool, collected challenge. “Rayne’s my friend. Her husband was my friend. He saved my life the day he died. And when he got blown out of that hangar, he took a piece of Rayne with him. I’ve seen her once in the five years since. And now she finally shows up with a Mandalorian who’s wanted by an Imperial remnant for kidnapping a baby, having apparently adopted said baby. So yeah, I’m curious about your relationship with her.”

Yadier burbled in a manner that seemed to say, He’s got a point.

Din gave a conciliatory sigh. “She’s the mother of my son.”

“That’s her relationship to your son. What’s your relationship to her?”

“Our son is our primary concern. Anything else between us is…” He didn’t know, actually. “Bonus.”

That sounded horrible, but the words were already out.

“Does she know that?”

“We haven’t discussed it. Yet.”

Zavin raised an eyebrow.

“I haven’t made any promises I can’t keep.”

“Can I give you a piece of advice?”

“Sure.”

Zavin took another swallow of his drink, collecting his thoughts. “Don’t string her along. If you plan on parting ways once you get Yadier settled, tell her now.”

“I haven’t… thought that far ahead, yet.”

“Okay. But don’t take more than a couple of years to figure it out.”

“That what happened with you?”

Zavin’s eyes met the visor for several moments before he gave a slight nod and cast his gaze back out over the view. “More or less. We hit it off well enough. Things were as good as could be expected in the middle of a war. Two years later she slips up with the ‘L’ word, and I… didn’t.”

“Why not?”

Zavin allowed himself a grim smile, taking what he dished out. “Not sure, really. Chemistry just wasn’t there for me.”

Din was by no means an expert on this type of thing, but he knew code for “something about her wasn’t good enough” when he heard it. He decided not to press the issue; people were allowed their preferences, and he knew he may well end up on the receiving end of similar judgment himself. So he limited his response to a single nod.

“I guess I could go for that drink after all.”

---

Reesha turned as Din and Yadier followed Zavin into the office while Rayne’s attention was focused on a holoprojection of digitized code as it scrolled before her. Din watched her slide pieces of it out with the touch of a finger, grab other pieces from the side, and slide them in to replace what had been removed. He knew security protocols when he saw them, and he tilted his head toward Reesha in a silent question.

She joined them at the two small couches facing a low, round table in the back of the room, taking the glass that Zavin offered. “Some prep before Rayne retrieves the data tomorrow. So she can deactivate certain cameras at certain times.”

“Is she going in alone?” His tone was more curious than alarmed.

“Not entirely. I’ll be plugged into the system here to guide her along.”

“Where is she headed?”

“The Jedi Temple.”

Zavin let out a long sigh. Din couldn’t blame him. Being with others who knew Rayne so thoroughly was intimidating and comforting, by turns. So much could be said with so few words, and everyone knew what it all meant.

Reesha’s eyes drilled through both of them, one after the other. “She’ll be fine.”

Rayne dropped into the couch next to Din, leaned forward to take the drink offered by Zavin, knocked half of it back, and sighed. “All set.”

“Do you want backup for this?” Din asked.

She let her hand fall to his thigh. “We have bigger plans for you tomorrow, buddy. If you’re interested.”

“I’m listening.”

“Tomorrow,” Zavin started, “I go to the New Republic Military Engineering Division as the face of Ryan Robbins and make a deal for the patents that Rayne put together over the last three years. I walk in with a stick of data, and I walk out with a stick of financial transfer codes for 2.5 million New Republic credits.”

Din’s vision blurred a little at hearing the number, but he pulled it together. “You need an escort to make the deposit.”

“I do. You have a bigger gun? Something everyone can see?”

“I do.”

“Bring it. I don’t know that you’ll need it, but…”

“It’ll be a good show.” He bounced Yadier on his knee. “Where does this guy go while all this happens?”

“He’ll be safe here with me,” Reesha said.

Yadier gave a contented giggle, as if to say that was ok with him.

A tone on Reesha’s wristband beeped. “Excellent! Dinner’s ready.” She watched as Din’s shoulders dropped just the slightest bit, a motion that most people outside of her line of work would miss, preparing to banish himself to the ship or ask for a different room. “Stay put, Mando,” she said as a droid rolled in with a tray filled with five smoothies and set it down on the table. “We’re all drinking our dinner with straws tonight.”

Both Din and Rayne deflated with gratitude at the gesture. The possibility had, of course, been open to him all along, but something about using straws in front of other people had always struck him as undignified. Childlike. But here, with friends, and despite the fact that they were so new to him, their raw honesty with him and their long history with Rayne made them his friends too, and the fact that they were all sharing it with him… made it ok.

His first meal shared with other living things in more than thirty years. He felt Rayne’s arm drop over his shoulders as he lifted the glass from the tray with shaking hands, threaded the metal straw through the channel in his helmet, infinitely thankful for the protection it gave his expression when he couldn’t keep from closing his eyes as the taste of meiloorun flowed over his tongue and down his throat.

His mind drifted to two weeks prior, sitting by the fire under the stars, when Rayne had confessed to him her raw passion for chocolate. He had reciprocated, telling her his memory of his father bringing him to the market and letting him pick out the two best meiloorun fruits he could find, one for him, one for his mother, for it had been their mutual favorite. Once home, she would show him how to peel and de-seed them, and they would sit in the sun together to share.

It all washed over him again. He let it come, knowing it would only take longer if he fought it, and soon enough, it passed. He turned his head to Rayne, seeing that her smoothie was, indeed, chocolate.

Oh, this woman. This woman and her conspiring, incredible friends.

She could feel his trembling through the beskar, could feel the wave of nostalgia roll off of him. “Everything ok in there?”

He paused, embarrassed at almost losing it over a fruit smoothie. These simple pleasures she brought him that threatened to undo him.

“We gotta get a blender.”

---

Rayne came up to their rooms later on, pausing outside of the main door as she heard her son squeaking and giggling from the other side.

“Yaaaadierrrrrr…” Din’s voice was a low, playful growl, rolling the R at the end of the name as Yadier let out an unbridled laugh.

She opened the door to find Din sitting on the edge of the bed, tickling their son, fresh from his bath. Din had already shed the beskar, gloves, and boots, his shirtsleeves pulled up to his elbows, fingers light over Yadi’s bright green, apparently ticklish belly, tiny arms and legs flailing in joyful protest. “Yaaaadierrrrr,” he growled again, thick with his Mando’a accent, renewing the tickles, and the baby let out another peal of laugher.

Who knew this was what happened when you poured three shots of whiskey into a Mandalorian?

“You wanna cover story and bedtime while I take a shower?”

“Sure,” Din said, voice breaking after all of the play growls.

“Shhhhhoooo buir!” the baby followed.

By the time she came back out, the lights were dimmed but not off, Yadier was already snoring in the other room, and Din was on his back, down to his helmet, shorts, and the beskar casing on its leather string around his neck. His hands were folded over his chest, legs crossed at the ankles. She paused for a moment to watch him breathe, his skin dark against the sheets, and she had the sudden realization that she was quite possibly looking at the only Mandalorian in the galaxy with a fresh suntan.

A deliciously even one, at that.

She slid into bed next to him. “Still awake in there?”

“Mmhm.” He reached for her hand, found it, and pulled it to his chest. “Your friends seem like good people.”

“They are. You passed inspection.”

“Yaaayyy,” he deadpanned, voice low, trying to sound like he didn’t care even if maybe he did. “Zavin’s worried about you.”

“Mm. I probably gave him reason to be. He’ll get over it.” She pressed her lips to his shoulder and he sighed into it. “Still up for making good use of the accommodations?”

“I can be convinced.”

He traced her ribs as she moved above him, eyes locked on the bullet casing he had given her as it hung at the base of her throat, Zavin’s words from earlier in the day coming back to him. “What is she to you?”

Any attempt at an answer was lost as she tipped over the edge and her mind dragged him along with her.

---

Breakfast was straw-friendly yogurt. Din wondered how many meals they would be able to accommodate in this way. His second favorite was rare-cooked steak, and he couldn’t think of a pleasant way of getting that through a straw.

He came back from the Razor Crest, Zavin smiling at the Amban slung across his back as he handed Rayne her lightsaber. Zavin and Reesha sat at the table that was off to the side of the mostly open main level. Zavin’s hair was braided and wrapped into a bun at the nape of his neck, his hand turned palm-up as Reesha ran a pen-like instrument in slow passes over his fingertips.

Again, Din tilted his head in a silent question.

“Altering his fingerprints,” Rayne answered. “He’ll have my prints for the next three days.”

“What about retina scans?”

“Took care of that last night,” Reesha offered.

“Blood type?”

“Easy. We’re both O+ to begin with,” Rayne said.

“Huh.” Despite the fact that the identity was a fake one, the very real act of Rayne loaning it to her ex, and his wife facilitating that act, struck him in a profound way. The level of trust the three of them had for each other, the level of trust Reesha and Zavin showed him just by allowing him in their home, their incredible hospitality towards him, was like nothing he had ever seen.

And then he realized. This is what it meant to have long-term friends.

Not business partners. Not people who would cooperate with you only when it behooved them to do so. But people who you could actually trust. Who had your back. Who did it because they liked you and cared about you.

Would he and Cara ever have something similar? Would they both survive long enough for that? And if they did, could they tolerate each other for the duration?

He dared to hope so.

“So what exactly are you two breaking into today?”

“The New Republic recently came into possession of archives that were thought to have been destroyed by the Empire in their various pogroms,” Reesha answered. “Some of the Jedi records and texts were among them. Access is still highly restricted – even I’m not supposed to know about this, so we have to be sneaky.”

“You’re stealing information from your own side.” It wasn’t a question.

Reesha shrugged. “More or less. The restrictions are in place to protect any remaining Force-sensitives. It’s… unwise for me to put anyone in the position of doing me the favor of granting me access at the moment. But Rayne can pull it off so that no one will have any idea she was there.”

“And the penalty for getting caught is…”

“Execution.”

“Mechanic, engineer, and espionage agent.” Din’s tone was incredulous.

Reesha looked to Rayne, who had her head down as she pulled her gloves on. “You didn’t tell him.”

Rayne shrugged. “Didn’t come up.”

“Tell me what?”

Reesha rolled her eyes. “The Jedi knights were divided into three general branches. The Guardians were the warriors, channeling the Force through themselves and their own physical abilities for combat. The Consulars were the peacekeepers, using the Force to heal, gain wisdom, and draw prophesy. Grand Master Yoda was a Consular. The Sentinels were somewhere in-between. Rayne would have been one of them.”

Rayne was still fussing with her gloves. “I’m a mediocre fighter and a middle-of-the-road prophet.”

Reesha took a long breath. “The Sentinels were the balance between the Guardians and the Consulars. They were often known for their technical capabilities and their ability to mix them with combat and knowledge of the Force. Strong, smart, and stealthy. The perfect spies.”

Rayne looked up. “You done?”

Reesha crossed her arms and smiled. “Yes.” She turned to see Din looking at Rayne, head tilted, his posture betraying a mix of consideration and admiration. “Did you have any idea who you scooped out of that hangar, Mando?”

He took a measured breath. “A little.” He shifted position. “This archive. You said it had information from other Imperial pogroms. Does it include Mandalorian records?”

Reesha lifted an eyebrow and flicked her eyes to meet Rayne’s. Rayne tipped her head.

“Yes,” Reesha answered.

“Would it be difficult to lift those as well?”

“I can swing it,” Rayne answered, once again returning her attention to her gloves.

---

Din waited for Zavin outside of the fresher at the main promenade. They had arrived separately, and the plan was for Zavin to do a bit of a change-up in the fresher so that their motions wouldn’t be traced back to their home. Din had his doubts, but when Zavin emerged with his hair unbound, flowing and curly as a result of his earlier braiding, with a set of thick glasses to top it off, Din had to admit that the cover was a good one. He stepped forward. “Dr. Robbins.”

Zavin tipped his head. “Mando.”

They walked to the Engineering Division, a half mile away. Zavin knew the drill. Keep the chit-chat minimal so Din could concentrate and do his job. Din appreciated that Zavin’s eyes did a regular sweep of their surroundings as well, not leaving everything entirely up to Din. When they arrived, Zavin pressed his thumb to the scanner and the guards let them through, Din’s admission implicit as the protector of what Zavin carried. What Rayne created.

The ride up the elevator was silent but relaxed as Zavin straitened his tie, checking the fit of his suit in the reflection of the walls. Clearly used to dealing with corporate types.

Din followed him to an expansive boardroom with a panoramic view of the Coruscant skyline, the rest of the twenty or so participants already seated. “Dr. Robbins,” one of them said, greeting them at the door. “You’ve returned to us after three years with good tidings.”

“I have,” Zavin said, with a decidedly central-Core accent that Din couldn’t place. “Let us begin immediately. I do not wish to stay any longer than necessary.”

---

Rayne crept through the darkened halls, the Imperial Palace only now partially occupied by New Republic agents as the central government began its slow recovery. Her childhood home. Once the Jedi Temple. Desecrated by Imperial occupation. New Republic occupation wouldn’t exactly restore it to its former glory, but it wouldn’t be any worse.

She was shrouded entirely in black. A Youngling returned home to reclaim her history.

And, for better or worse, the history of the father of her son.

The halls were only vaguely familiar. Thirty-four years of history separated her from the memories. But she remembered enough.

“Next junction is in forty meters,” Reesha’s voice whispered through the com in Rayne’s ear.

“I see it.” Rayne closed the distance, but stopped just before getting within range of the security cameras around the corner. She closed her eyes, reached out with her mind, and found all of the cameras along the intersecting hallway. She put a mental finger on each one, resting against the vulnerabilities she had inserted the previous night. All at once, she flicked them all on a continuous loop of the last ten seconds. Opening her eyes, she slid around the corner. “How do I look?”

“Invisible.”

“Copy.” She paused once more to release the cameras in the hallway she had just exited, and continued.

---

Din walked behind Zavin as they exited the protection of the Engineering Division.

The next mile to the bank was all on him.

Zavin’s performance before the Board had been impressive, highlighting the novelty of Rayne’s work, the benefit it would bring to the New Republic’s heavy cruisers, and thus, the New Republic itself. The guy knew his stuff.

The guy knew Rayne’s stuff.

Now they walked with orders for a three million credit transfer in Zavin’s pocket. Zavin had bargained high and managed to get it. The street was crowded with traffic, both pedestrian and motorized, which was both good and bad. It provided a fair amount of cover, but made it difficult to see what might be coming. The buildings were towering high-rises; it would take a skilled sniper to be effective from their rooftops. Zavin was good about following close behind the people in front of him, using them as unsuspecting shields from a frontal attack, and not minding Din close at his own back. It helped that they were the same height, that their strides matched.

“We’re being followed,” Din said, voice calm.

“What’s my exit?” Zavin murmured back, just as calm.

“Can you cover fifty meters in ten seconds with this crowd?”

 “Sure. I haven’t noticed anyone ahead of us.”

“Me neither. I’ll tell you when.”

“Copy.”

Working with someone who knew what they were doing was… kinda nice, actually.

Their tail fell in twenty meters behind Din. When he closed to within ten, he whispered the signal. “Now.”

Zavin broke into a run.

Din reached for his Amban and swung it around his shoulder as he spun and caught a blaster bolt in the chest, deflecting off the beskar.

Civilians screamed and dispersed, Zavin melting in among them as Din stalked toward the assailant, two more bolts ricocheting off of him. The mark looked like a typical merc, and when he realized his blaster would do him little good against a wall of Mandalorian Iron, he holstered it and drew the saber from the scabbard across his back.

How quaint, Din thought as he swung the Amban through to parry the attack from the saber. He saw another flash from the side and caught the blaster shot from a second merc in the back. Okaaayyy. Now it was interesting. He parried one more saber swing before jamming the Amban’s electrified prongs into the first merc, waiting for the scream to end before disengaging, then thrusting the butt of the rifle backwards into the second merc as he came rushing in. Din spun again, bringing the rifle to bear, but caught a bolt to the face before he got the chance to do much else. It blinded him for a moment, the merc already up by the time Din shook it off. Din tracked the assailant by the scrape of a boot against the pavement, knowing everyone else had vacated the scene, and he jabbed forward with the Amban once more, finding his mark, debilitating him with just enough voltage to put him out for a couple of hours.

Finding the street abandoned, Din straightened and slung the Amban back over his shoulder. He checked the bodies for tracking fobs. Discovering none, he continued on his way.

Fifty meters up, at the next intersection, he found Zavin leaning against a wall, checking his watch. Din inclined his head. After you. Zavin returned the head-tip and fell back into place.

Together, they continued.

---

Rayne turned the corner and found herself in one of the few places she remembered clearly from her childhood at the Temple.

The Jedi Archives.

Before, even if the place had been quiet, it had always been bustling. A courteous quiet. Several people always coming and going at any one time, always minding their noise to minimize disturbance. An alive kind of quiet.

Now, it may as well have been a tomb.

Its many volumes mostly destroyed.

Its many patrons mostly murdered.

Now, a New Republic officer occupied the central reference desk. She approached, and was ready when he lifted his head from his work. “Hey! Who are you? This isn’t a public area.”

“Go to sleep.”

He cocked his head to the side. “What? I’m not tired. What do you think you’re doing?”

Woops. This guy actually took his job seriously. Actually cared about what he was doing. She paused, reached behind her, and activated her lightsaber as she brought it forward.

“Oh. Oh, shit.” Clearly, the officer had every idea who he was dealing with.

“I’ve come home,” Rayne said. “I’ve come to get what’s mine. And you’re going to let me do it. And then you’re going to forget all about this.”

“Um, yeah.” He stood, hands held aloft in surrender. “Yep, that sounds fine. I’m ok with that. I’ve left the terminal on. I’ll um… I’ll just stand in the corner over here.”

“Thank you.” She watched as he did exactly that, back turned. She deactivated the saber, took a seat, and dove in.

---

Once more, Din found himself standing guard outside of a fresher at the promenade while Zavin made one last appearance change. When one person came up to use it, he crossed his arms, not moving out of the way. “Is… um… is this the line for the fresher?”

Din tilted his head in as slow and menacing a manner as he could manage. “No.”

The other man stood there for a moment, shocked. “Um. Ok then…” He paused for one more moment, almost as if he expected more elaboration, or at least an explanation. When it was not provided, he wandered off.

A minute or two later, Zavin walked out, wearing his third suit of the day, with his hair buzzed short and wearing a pair of sunglasses.

They exchanged a nod and took their separate ways home.

---

Zavin and Reesha once more sat at the table on the main floor, exchanging their tales of the day. Zavin held an ice pack in each hand, fingertips stinging, a delayed reaction from the replacement procedure. He watched the Mandalorian through the window outside, sitting on the bench, cleaning his rifle, waiting for Rayne to return. Yadier sat on the ground at his feet, clutching his rubber frog with one hand, the other arm wrapped as far around his father’s leg as he could get it.

She wasn’t due back for another half an hour at least, but they waited anyway.

The baby started to bounce about five minutes before she was due back.

When time was just about up, Rayne appeared, coming around the Razor Crest. Din stood, slung his rifle, scooped up the baby, and walked out to meet her.

Zavin watched as the Mandalorian stood close to her, dipped his head, slid his free hand to her hip.

He sighed as a little bit of the guilt fell away.

---

Note: I imagine the Mando'a accent to be a mix of NYC and Spanish, because Pedro. :)

[daisyhooves]

@/syensy​ walked into chat and said ‘what if raz was evil’ and then we proceeded to go ‘what if he wasn't evil evil though what if he was just funny sorta evil but not evil ‘i want to destroy everyone’ evil.’ and anyway more notes on Frazie and Raz under the cut ig.

Frazie - Ended up at the camp instead  - Specializes in Levitation and Teleportation  - Helped Re-brain the kids ofc, didn’t know Raz was at Thorney Towers, became pretty good friends with Lili though.   - Helps Raz find Loboto’s moral compass because he practically begged her to - Within the plot of Psychonauts 2, she starts with Milla as her mentor and is then switched to Helmut as her mentor later on. She keeps with learning things from Helmut even after the events of everything just because she wants to!  - Chews Raz out after he fucked up Hollis’ mind because he “Thought it would be funny.” - Has a decent relationship with her family, just wanted to do her own thing  - Her mind, much like Raz’s own, is the circus. Because in the case of the au they both end up in the tank the circus level isn’t the meat circus but Circus², with most dangerous things in it spawning from Raz’s mind rather than Frazie’s own.  - Best Friends with Norma, despite the fact that Norma took her clothe  - Got her new clothe from Sasha and then her original clothe back promptly after this and decided ‘what if I combine these’  - Doesn’t particularly favor Otto at all  - Has Raz help her with exploring the minds of the Psychic Six in order to get the items to fix Ford (and later help with Nona) - Not nearly as skilled with most abilities as Raz is, but still pretty damn good with a nice handful of them herself. She favors Levitation and Teleportation because she combines them with the use of her own acrobatic skill  - Doesn’t go against Norma saying Raz is the mole because for all she knows Raz could be a mole with the way he acts hes constnatly causing trouble just for the fun of it and honestly if he decided he was going to be evil and take over the motherlobe she wouldn’t be surprised.  - It is important to note she is not insistent that Raz return home. If he wants to be wild and do something else with himself, thats fine. Shes just insistent that he stay safe and use his abilities for good rather than for anything bad. Raz being rebellious as he is just thinks shes being overbearing, but he kinda gets what shes trying to say.  Raz - Hes Raz! Just a bit more unhinged, think of him as a mini mad scientist   - Got caught by Linda on the way to camp and was taken to Thorney Towers  - Befriended Loboto (and the other residents) and decided “Actually Loboto is my new dad now.” - Thinks Augustus wants him dead, and unlike in the first game, this isn’t really resolved after Circus². While Augustus saves both Frazie and Raz, Raz runs away soon as hes awake.  - This is later fixed after the events of the second game. They’re still on shakey ground, but Raz is trying to feel safe again, and his family is trying to help him with that. However Raz doesn’t stick around and instead runs away again with Loboto - Has Frazie help him find Loboto’s moral compass because he likes Loboto he wants to help Loboto he knows he’ll still be goofy evil after but its okay hes fine with this  - Still Very Much looks up to Sasha. Is constantly in Sasha’s lab at the Motherlobe. Partially because he wants to keep an eye on Sasha and make sure he doesn’t hurt Loboto and partially because he just genuinely looks up to Sasha - Instead of ending up in Sasha’s lab after getting his own clothe stolen, he ended up in Otto’s lab, and Otto offered him clothe instead as well as a proper thinkerprint to get around  - Knows whats wrong with Truman, but is he going to say anything about it? No. He, again, thinks its a little funny. He’ll constantly bring up the box though. Between conversations, during explorations of others minds, he knows Frazie’s smart and he doesn’t want anyone unwanted to catch on, so he’ll keep telling her about the box.  - Frazie doesn’t ever catch onto this but he tried, he really did - Specializes in Clairvoyance and Blastokinesis, he learned the Blastokinesis from Sam! - Good friends with Sam and Lili ! He just gest along with them, I feel this should always be a constant.  - Purposefully will cause problems sometimes just because he thinks its funny. Raz voice “Hey Agent Nein if someone died in their mind would they die in real life? No? Cool cool so if I blew someone up-” 

[huntingforsatisfaction]

Pink Promise

Pairing: Dean Winchester X younger sibling reader(not in an incest way)

Summary: Dean is there to help his younger sibling after they have a nightmare 

Words: 2211

Warnings: fairly angsty, but still very very fluffy, a detailed nightmare, mentions of John Winchester’s parenting style, bad writing?, like one cuss word, a tiny tiny bit of gore

Note about characters: in the present scenes the reader is 16 and in the flashbacks they’re 6 and the reader and Dean have like a 13/14 year age gap so he’s like 19/20 in the flashbacks, there isn’t any gendered terms for the reader so it’s neutral(unless you count hair being braided as a gendered term, but boys can have braided hair cause gender isn’t real), and finally this takes place in season 5

Dean woke up, not for any purpose, just one of those weird moments where you randomly wake up in the middle of the night. He shook his head and began fluffing his pillow, stopping when he heard soft crying.

“(Y/N)?” He softly called out.

You were laying with your back facing out and your face squished into the musty cushions of the small motel room couch, a failed attempt at muffling your cries.

“Y-Yeah Dean? Something wrong?” You tried to play it off.

“I was gonna ask you the same thing. Were you crying?”

When you guys first got your room Dean cursed the streetlight right outside the window, but now he watched how it illuminated you as you dropped your head down.

“Nightmare?”

You looked up and made eye contact before slowly nodding a yes.

“Think you’re gonna be able to go back to sleep?”

You dropped your gaze again as your face screwed up and you could feel new tears form on your lash line.

“No.” You softly croaked out, barely audible over Sam’s snores.

                                                   ~Flashback~

You couldn’t breathe, too focused on staying quiet to risk opening your mouth. Once the sting in your eyes and the back of your throat calmed down you went back to sleep.

“Sammy?”

You screamed out running through an old grey house.

“No no no please no!” You heard him scream somewhere you couldn’t find.

“Sammy!” You huffed before taking off running down the hall you came from.

As you ran around the house you felt small and helpless, like when you got separated from your brothers in the corn maze at the pumpkin patch in Iowa, the one Dean took you to without your dad knowing.

“Dean?” You desperately called for your brother as your feet pounded against the floor. 

Completely unaware of your surroundings you ran, the only thing on your mind was finding your brother. Not paying attention to your surroundings you tripped, your heart raced knowing how your dad always got on you for that. You got up and looked down to see what sent you flying to the cracked floorboards.

“Dean!” You screamed

You woke up again, heart pounding in your head and toes. You stopped gasping for air when you felt your dad roll over next to you, holding it in again to stay quiet. Collecting your moose and your blanket, the one you got in Oregon when you were 3 and have refused to sleep without ever since, you slipped off of the bed as silently as possible. Your dad and Dean were fumigating a house in a fancy neighborhood so the only hotel available was a little nicer than your usual moldy motels. The vinyl floorboards stayed quiet as you snuck over to the door that joined your brothers’ room to you and your dad’s. You glanced at your brothers sleeping in their beds before moving their jackets off of the chair that sat in the corner. Dropping your blanket on the floor you traded it for the two flannels that were under their jackets and curled up into the chair. Once you were comfortable you finally let the tears flow, crying softly at first and burying your face into Mort the moose as your chest heaved more and more with the weight of your cries. 

 “(Y/N)?” You heard Dean call out in confusion as he shut the drawer of his nightstand. 

 “S-sorry for waking you up.” You tossed off the flannels and picked up your blanket, heading back to your proper room.

 “No, no, hey, hey, come here.” Dean moved over in his bed and opened his arms, lightly flicking his wrist to call you over to him. 

You gingerly padded over to his bed and with a little effort jumped up.

 “I’m gonna guess it wasn’t growing pains that woke you up.” Dean chuckled. 

 “Ok, I’m sorry, bad timing. Now come on peanut, stop giving me that face and come in closer.” He said shifting so he could comfortably open up his arms for you. 

You still continued to pout, but scooted into his embrace until your body felt lighter. 

“Sorry.” You quietly mumbled, it came out kind of funny because of how your cheek was squished against your brother’s chest. 

Dean pulled back and nudged your chin up, signaling you to make eye contact  with him before resting his hand on your shoulder. His comforting softness melted away as he turned dead serious. 

“Listen to me, do not ever and I mean ever apologize to someone because you’re upset. Ok?” He searched your eyes waiting for an answer, which you gave him with a nod. 

“Now tell me why someone broke into my room and stole my favorite flannel.” And just like that Dean pulled you back into him and your softy of a brother was back.

“Dad yells at me when I don’t sleep and when I cry and when I ask him questions, so I came in here to cry” Even your big brother’s arms couldn’t shield you from the sadness that entered your body.

“Well I’m not dad, neither is Mort the moose, and neither is Sammy.” Dean started.

“Sammy snores now, he’s old.” You shot Sam a dirty look even though he was dead asleep.

“Yeah Sammy is old now, he drools too.” Dean joined you in giving his younger brother the stink eye. “Now tell me, what has my peanut so upset?”

“Nightmare.” 

“Nightmare? Do you wanna talk about it?” Dean began playing with your hair as he awaited your response.

Staring up at your older brother’s face you thought about it. 

“No.” You wanted to say what happened, to get it out of your mind, but you didn’t want to tell him about how you saw his still body covered in blood with his stomach in shreds.��

“No? That’s okay.” 

You guys sat quietly listening to the traffic outside and Sam’s snores. After a while Dean assumed you had fallen asleep, but just as he shut his own eyes your little voice stirred him.

“D?”

“Mm, yeah (Y/N)?’

“Are monsters real?”

                                                       ~Present~

Dean watched you hang your head again before scooting to the side and opening up his covers.

“Wanna talk about it kid?”

Even in your sad and scared state a genuine smile broke out across your face, it was small, but still genuine. Without responding to your brother you kicked off the soft blanket that you had fought Sam for and walked over to Dean’s bed. Since motel beds are always oddly tall you had to do a little jump to get onto it, shooting a quick glare at Dean for being clearly amused at your struggle. Tentatively Dean opened up his arms to you and you awkwardly shuffled in until your head hit his shoulder and you instantly melted. The both of you sat there without a word, wondering what the other was thinking, unaware that you were both thinking the same thing. You thought about how long it had been since you two laid like this, both of you becoming aware of how long it had really been since you showed each other affection and comfort, and how after all of these years you two felt so natural. Neither of you took into account how the other’s muscles softened, how the past few years of Azazel, the door to Hell, your dad’s death, Sam’s death, Dean’s death, demons, vampires, and vengeful spirits all released from your guys’ bodies. For the first time in months neither of you cared about Lucifer or Michael or any other dick with wings. 

“Hey Dean.” You finally broke the near silence.

“Yeah?” Your ear being pressed to Dean’s chest made his voice sound deeper and you could feel his jaw move against the top of your head. 

“Do you remember when I was super young and we were staying at that nice hotel in Seattle and I had that really bad nightmare?” You slipped the comforter under your brother’s arm so you could fidget with it.

“Yeah I do actually, but how the hell do you remember it? You were like what, six? So that means it was ten whole years ago.” 

“I don’t think I would remember it if it wasn’t the start of the recurring nightmare I always have.” The first part was a lie. That night had been the first time you ever truly felt like you had a family, the first time you had felt comfort in your life. You could never forget that. 

“Oh.” Dean began to play with your hair, taking three small pieces and trying to see if he could still remember how to braid, something he learned because you hated how John would always cut your hair. 

“This dream,” you started, “it’s bad. It’s always the same house, this weird grey one with cracked floors and for some reason the walls are cement. It’s weird. But in the dream I can never find my way, it’s like a labyrinth and every time I get more and more lost the hallways get darker and darker. It always starts with me screaming for Sammy and he doesn’t respond, but I can hear him. I can hear him.”, Your voice begins to break, “I can hear him screaming no over and over again, like he’s getting attacked and then when I call out for him again he’s silent. So I’ll start running to find him, I guess I’ve always had a hunter's instinct. Then when I’m running around I trip and every time I trip I always get this feeling of fear about dad yelling at me for always being clumsy. But then when I. '' You stop, dropping your head and gaze so far down that all you can see is your own chest. Dean drops the chunk of hair he was twisting in his fingers and looks down at you.

“It’s okay.” He whispers, lightly squeezing your arm to ground you, something he always does when you’re upset. 

His encouragement only made things worse as tears began to fall again. Closing your eyes you take a quick deep breath.

“When I look down to see what I tripped over it’s you. You’re dead. Bloody with your stomach all ripped up, I never see the monster, but it must be something with claws. Then it just ends there. Tonight was kind of different though. Our ages are always different in the dream. Sammy’s voice always sounds like it did when he was 16 so I don’t think he changes, but sometimes I’m a kid and you’re a teenager like when I first had it or we’re both teenagers or we’re the ages we are now or sometimes I’m a kid and you’re an adult. But tonight, tonight I was 16 like I am now and you were a little kid.”

                                                      ~Flashback~

Dean didn’t know what to do, he felt like the deer that stopped in the headlights and actually got hit. He’d been through this before with Sam, but he had been older and wasn’t already upset when they had the conversation. He had felt guilty every time he lied to Sam about monsters and didn’t want to give you that same false hope, but he resented his dad for teaching him about monsters when he was this young. 

“I’m not sure of anything, (Y/N).” It technically wasn’t a lie, while Dean was sure that monsters existed he wasn’t sure of what to tell you.

“Well actually no, I am sure of one thing. Nothing and I mean nothing, no man, no woman, no animal, and sure as hell no monsters will ever hurt you because you are strong and I will kick their butt if they even try.” Dean meant that fully, he’s meant that since the day his dad sat him and Sam down to tell them they have a little sibling.

“Pink promise?” You said looking up at Dean.

“Pink promise?” He pulled back and questioned you.

“A pink promise.” You huffed, freeing your arm out from under Dean’s and extending your pinky finger.

“Oohh, a pinky promise.” Dean held up his arm and extended his own pinky.

“No, it’s pink promise.” You pulled your hand back.

“Ok, I pink promise that nothing will ever hurt you.” And to that you guys joined pinkies.

                                                     ~Present~

You begin to quietly sob into your brother’s chest. Dean put his hand at the nape of your neck and put his cheek on the top of your head and let you cry it out, as you calmed down he pulled back and kissed your forehead.

“Hey look, peanut. Sammy and I are not going anywhere, we will always be with you, ok. A lot is going on right now and it will all be okay, we’ve gotten out of so many situations that we shouldn’t have and this one will be no different. I pink promise.” Dean raised up his arm and extended his pinky.

“Oh fuck off.” You lightly hit his hand. 

Unfazed Dean kept his hand up and smugly smiled down at you. You sigh and extend your own pinky. As your fingers wrapped around each other your annoyed façade broke, your smile was joined by a few tears.

“Pink promise.”

A/N: So hey, your local forest wench here. This is definitely different from other stuff I post. I’ve never written a fanfiction before(so basically sorry if it’s not too good and please be patient with me), but I do read a lot of of it and maladaptive daydream a lot so I always have plenty of ideas. I came up with this idea this morning and really liked it, thought that maybe other people would like it and that it would be kind of greedy to keep it to myself. I’m actually really insanely proud of this ngl. If people like this and I feel comfortable, I might even write some more in the future.

[softsliders29]

I Thought You Hated Me (Jamie Tartt x gn!reader)

When the reader is forced to share a bed with Jamie feelings are shared.

Rating: T

Warning: small angst

A/N: Wrote something up for Jamie and will probably write something for Sam as well. But if you have any ideas or requests please send them my way!!

You were sort of Keeley’s assistant. That was your unofficial title. So you joined the team on away games. And usually you got to share a room with Keeley. Most hotels had two beds per room so you each would take a bed and stay up talking and watching tv. She was a great friend to you so you quite enjoyed the away games.

But ever since she’d started dating Roy she usually slept with him. You understood why of course, but you usually ended up bunking with whoever didn’t have a room. Sometimes it was Ted, sometimes Rebecca, sometimes it was a player. All of the time it was purely professional and nice. You each went to your separate beds and got good sleep.

But of course this time a wrench had to be thrown into the whole system. First off, you were stuck with Jamie. Sure, he was better nowadays, but you couldn’t help but still have a bit of a bad taste in your mouth when it came to him. He was a prick to you. He hadn’t been recently, but that still didn’t matter. And on top of that he had the audacity to be attractive! The nerve of that guy.

Second off, the room you got stuck with only had one bed. Well, that was just great. Everyone else had two and Ted offered to change with you, ever the gentleman, but you didn’t want him to have a hard time sleeping. He was the coach after all. You could afford to not get good sleep.

No, you just sucked it up, making your way to the room. When you walked in, Jamie was on the floor.

“What are you doing?” You questioned.

“Getting settled for the night.” He said as if it was obvious.

“No, this isn’t going to work. You should take the bed. You have to play tomorrow.” You were surprised he hadn’t already taken the bed. But apparently he was reformed. This was slowly starting to make you think he was.

“Slept in worse conditions.” He shrugged. Knowing a little bit about his dad, you felt bad for him.

“That doesn’t change anything, get on the bed.” You said. He smirked.

“Are you propositioning me?”

“I’m surprised you know that word.” You said sarcastically. He only laughed but made no signs of getting up. You sighed and shook your head. “Stop being dumb. I’m gonna go get ready for bed.” You said, taking your night stuff into the bathroom.

When you exited the bathroom he was still on the floor. He got up though, but headed for the bathroom, not saying anything. You saw this as the perfect opportunity. When the door shut, you laid on the ground in the spot he’d previously been. Now he had to take the bed.

When he made his way out of the bathroom and saw you, he gave a small laugh before walking over.

“Get your ass up, we’re both sleeping in the bed.” He said, accompanying it with an eye roll. You raised your eyebrows.

“Are you sure? That wouldn’t make you uncomfortable?”

“It’d make me more uncomfortable knowing you were sleeping on the ground. Now come on, I don’t have all night.” He said, offering a hand to pull you up. You accepted it and took the pillow with you.

“If I wake up in the middle of the night and you’re on the ground I’m dragging you back up here.” You threatened, though you knew that was probably impossible. He was a professional football player and you? Well, you weren’t.

He laughed but shook his head, moving the covers to get in after turning out the light. You joined, keeping as much distance from him as possible. He seemed to notice.

“I’m not gonna bite or anything. You don’t have to fall off the bed or anything. Or am I just that revolting to you?” He said jokingly, but it didn’t sound like he put much effort into it. You rolled over to face him.

“I don’t think you're revolting. I just don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“Would you be uncomfortable?” He asked. You thought for a moment but shook your head. “Alright then. Neither would I.” He said, gesturing for you to come closer.

You finally relented, scooting closer, but only by a few inches. He didn’t seem like he was going to say anything else on the matter.

But he wasn’t done talking.

“I know this isn’t ideal for you but it’s just for a night.” He said. You were confused at this.

“I mean, yeah, this wasn’t what I had in mind for tonight. But I wouldn’t say it’s not ideal.”

“You practically hate me. I get it, don’t get me wrong, but I figured you’d object more to this.” He said.

“I don’t hate you. I’m actually really proud to see you aren’t a prick anymore. But you were rude to me and I can’t help but be a little suspicious about the whole thing.” You said frankly. He sighed. “I know. And I’m sorry. There was no reason for it except that it made me feel a bit better. Only for a second and then I’d feel like complete shit again. But I never intend on doing that again. I’m trying to be better.”

“I can tell. I’m glad you’re trying. I’d say it’s a success.” You said with a small smile.

“I’m happy you think so.” He smiled back. You laid like that for a moment until something hit you.

“So is this ideal for you?” You questioned. He seemed to not hear at first and you were about to ask again until he finally spoke.

“What? I mean, it could be worse. I don’t mind who’s with me.” He said with a shrug. “Just thought the first time we’d share a bed would be under other circumstances.” Your eyes widened but he shook his head. “Shit sorry. Force of habit.” He quickly said.

You stayed silent for a moment and he scooted away, adding more space between the two of you. You spoke up suddenly, heartbeat running wild.

“Have you thought about that?” You asked, looking anywhere but him.

“Yeah, but I’ve thought about it with pretty much everyone. Except Ted.” He said and you laughed, though you were a bit disappointed at that.

“Wouldn’t expect anything less.” You tried to keep the disappointment out of your voice. But he seemed to catch it anyway.

“I keep coming back to you though.” He said and you met his eyes.

“Why is that?”

“Because I think you’re amazing. And funny. ...And fit.” He admitted. You laughed at the last bit. But it did make your face heat up. You hoped he didn’t notice in the darkness of the room.

“High praise. Thanks.” You said. “But I think you’re amazing too. You’re strong, not just physically, but mentally too.” You said. “And you’re not bad looking either.”

You could see his smile in the darkness, brighter than before.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked. You nodded, moving closer.

He cupped your face and kissed you. It was passionate, laced with words unspoken. Feelings just now realized. It was breathtaking.

You both pulled back after a few moments, but neither of you moved too far away from each other.

“I really like you. After the game can I take you on a proper date?” He asked.

“I’d love that.” You said.

You kissed a few more times before sleep took you both. You woke up to his arms around you. You wouldn’t mind waking up like that more often, you thought to yourself. And you couldn’t wait until your date.

[ballorawan740]

SCP Scenarios: SCP 173 (The Sculpture) x Reader | NEW CHARACTER

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(Don't ask about that GIF)

I did change 173 slightly in a way that he can move his limbs and communicate verbally, so Peanut here would be a tiny bit OC

First Encounter

You both met in 173's cell

For some reason, when you blinked, 173 just stood in front of you

Like, this peanut didn't kill you or anything

It was more as if he was interested in you

He somehow found the ability to talk

Even patted your head to your surprise

This also supposed the whole of the facility since they've only observed 173 spanning everyone's neck and teleporting

And they've never seen him move his arms since he's a literal peanut statue that secretes poop (and blood I guess)

Your feelings for him

You began to realise you fell for him after someone had mentioned how often you visited the statue

Definitely would try to hide it, to begin with (Cuz it's odd that y'all be falling for a peanut statue)

But later on, you decide to drop hints about it to your crush, Peanut

He looked as if he was clueless

But he definitely has gotten the hint way before you even realised your feelings for him

Because you make him feel butterflies

If anyone tries to flirt with the statue, you would become furious (Cuz you paid for this statue)

Most likely would tease you at times

His Confession

Probably would plan it out

Which didn't work at all

So 173 would just do it out of the blue

To which you agreed of course (Cuz y'all need some Jesus! At least you weren't like Clef when he- nvm)

Definitely surprised the foundation as well since nobody has ever fallen for this statue before (Aside from Clef)

Some would give you both odd looks while others were more curious about your relationship

Probably would conduct tests between the both of you

Only because they want to see if 173's behaviour would change

Like if someone blinked while standing behind you

Date

Since the foundation doesn't let 173 out of his cell, most of your dates would be in there

173 would be similar to 035 since he's pretty chill and laidback

You both would be laying on the floor and looking up at the ceiling

Probably talking about a lot of BS

Probably would tell you his favourite method of killing (which totally isn't snapping necks)

You both would tell each other about your day and peanut would joke around a lot

Is rather sassy as well so if anyone judges, you can always count on 173 to save you

Most likely by snapping their necks

Or sassing them out to the point of no return

When he gets jealous

It's rare to see 173 jealous since he's quite laid back and doesn't really mind who you're with

If 173 does get jealous he would most likely snap their neck

Or just teleport behind you and just stare at whoever is hitting on you

Or he would bend down to their height (if they're short ofc) which does are them off quite a bit

Would definitely drag you back into his cell to which surprised the researchers

Because they found out that the cameras were working and they heard screaming coming near/from his cell

Peanut can be slightly possessive of you

Especially when he knows somebody is hitting on you on purpose regardless of whether they knew you were taken or not

Most likely would ask you who you are hanging out with and for how long

When there's a containment breach

There's a 50% chance that he caused the breach

Whether he did it or not he would look for you

As he's looking for you he would snap some necks

Even gave 682 a heart attack

More than once actually but we don't talk about that here (cuz that hurts 682's heart)

Could care less about every other SCPs/workers

If you were hurt peanut would hunt down whoever did it to you

Probably would stroll down the facility instead of teleporting

To which you giggled

The look on the researchers' faces when they saw 173 frolic across the hallway and back into his cell was priceless

You were even there to witness it and everyone looked at you like they've just seen a ghost

Yandere!173

Would lock you up in his cell

Probably would tie you up as well

Definitely would torment you by teleporting in front and away from you

Sometimes would blindfold you

Not even the researchers could get you out

They've even asked 131 for some help and it didn't work as effectively as they thought for whatever reason

If you somehow managed to escape your freedom wouldn't last long

173 would manipulate you to the point that you felt that there weren't any way out for you

So in the end, you just stayed in his cell (probably regretting life choices while you're at it)

At least he's nice enough to let you eat proper food served in the foundation (had to make that clear in case y'all didn't get the hint and thought he gave you smth else to eat)

His younger sister

You're both alike and very close indeed

The foundation was shocked at how alike you both were

And you both were inseparable

So every time there's a breach and they see either of you, they know the other is just around the corner

You both would be sassy, sarcastic and funny

The foundation would be entertained by your remarks

Although you may or may not snap necks like peanut, you do display some form of curiosity towards the foundation staff and the SCPs

Like that one time when there was a containment breach and you leaned in rather close to this rookie and he just screamed as he laid on the floor

He did get quite a lecture afterwards but you decided to just tease him whenever you both meet

When his kid says their name for the first time

Would be joyful af

Nobody would hear the end of it

Like imagine the last words you hear is 173 telling you how his kid spoke their name

Like it took them so long to just get the pronunciation right

Tries to get them to swear late on though

Much to your dismay

173 is a cool and laid back type of dad so you wouldn't have to worry too much when you're away

Unless it's about being a good influence then you should (Not that it matters anyway...)

Probably would teleport to whoever/whatever just tp tell them about it

Even bothered 682 to the point that the lizard begged the foundation researchers to remove either of them

When his S/O is angry

Would run/teleport 10000000000000000000 miles away

Especially if you're mad at him

Probably because he broke your favourite cup and didn't tell you about it because he know that your best friend gave it to you as a gift (Don't say y'all don't have friends)

Would try to calm you down after a while though

Which didn't work too well because you still wanted to rip his head off

If it was somebody else who made you mad he would probably be entertained

Unless it affects himself of course

Probably would try to hold you back and get you to calm down

In which you wanted to rip off his head as well which ended so well for peanut

If 173 cant run anywhere he would just hide in the corner and cry

Probably would as the researchers for some help as well

They don't because they don't want to die either

When someone tries to steal you away

When peanut finds out he would hunt down whoever tried to steal you without hesitation

Would snap his neck and everyone else who were involved or knows about it

Takes you back to his cell

Checks if you were hurt even though you were looking at the kidnapper's @ss

Would try to stay by your side at all times even though he knows he can't

Stares at the researchers every time they talk to you

If it was a D-class they would die in an instant

Has a burning hatred for certain kinds of people

When his Pregnant!S/O gets hurt by accident

Cries without a doubt

Would bandage you up without a doubt

Would cheer you up by doing weird dances and impressions

Most likely would tell you off as well but your puppy eyes get to him

So he would just take that back and just baby you

Would kneel down to talk to the unborn child about your bad behaviour

You swore you felt it kick

173 would get all excited and more protective than usual

Wouldn't let anyone near you unless you were going into labourr

Meeting a Fem!Dragon!Hybrid!Reader

Would be quite curious about you

Finds you rather cute because you're so pure, kind and small

Wants to adopt you without a doubt

The researchers would have mixed feelings about you being in the same cell as 173

Peanut was lowkey terrified when you breathed fire

Was somewhat ok with you crying lava and levitating objects for a bit

Somehow managed to get 343 and/or Scarlet King to help you improve your telekinesis

Definitely would play hide and seek with you and some others

They don't get a say otherwise peanut would snap their necks

When he accidentally kills you

It was when some guy unintentionally pushed you which angered 173

Like he teleported to him and his friends

You tried to explain but 173 didn't listen so he proceeds to snap everyone's necks

Trying your best to defend the poor guy, you stepped in front of them which lead to 173 snapping your neck as well

The guy was shocked but managed to run before anything happened

Word got around that 173 had snapped your neck and was now permanently depressed

Like, he stopped snapping everyone's neck for quite sometime

Felt so guilty that he went to 049 to see if he can fix you

But he wasn't able to so he went to SK and God

They were transported to another facility so they weren't able to do much for this statue

Yandere!173 x Evil!Reader

Not as dense as some of the other SCPs but 173 wouldn't have guessed that you worked for another GOI other than the foundation

Since you used your knowledge of 173 to your advantage, 173 would find out rather late

173 found out who you were working with since the late arrival of the Black Queen came by to collect you

173 would try and kidnap you back into his cell at the Foundation but failed miserably

Would try and warn the foundation but they couldn't get you back either

Since you were with the Black Queen, 173 was plotting to get you back without any distraction

The foundation realised how dangerous 173 has become and isolated him far from the other SCPs

At times, the foundation would use your name in order to get 173 to work with them which worked 50% of the times

Trying McDonald's Sprite

Would be confused about this 'Sprite' from McDonald's since he doesn't eat or drink anyways

173 would be rather curious about this beverage and does give it a try

Finds it tasty and you soon realise he has officially become a sweet tooth

Was probably a mistake but if you ever needed to bribe 173, get him some Sprite that's specifically from McDonald's

Like that one time you bought him Sprite from Tesco's, he said it tasted more disgusting and refused to finish the drink

You should probably give him some apple pies, pancakes and some other sweet stuff from McDonald's

Sometimes the foundation would even give him some Sprite whenever the cleaners are cleaning his cell

Would find it amusing that the only way to get him to stop snapping necks are Sprite

When his kids swear

Would 100% be ok with it

173 probably is the one who taught his child to swear

Probably would let them drink alcohol at a young age as well

Maybe around their teenage years, but would let them try a sip if they're under 10

Wouldn't even be mad if his kid swears accidentally

Peanut would most likely encourage it

Doesn't mind if his kid swears at others, but the others would probably complain

When Child!Reader scares him

Wouldn't be hard to scare 173 tbh because you're so small

You'd be running around and giggling while doing whatever

Until there's some silence

173 would probably brush it off at first until he didn't hear a sound for 20 minutes

Does check around his cell to make sure you're still there

Panics because he can't see you

Until he turns around and had a full-on heart attack because you jumped on him

The researchers definitely hear a screech coming from his cell

They all started laughing once they found out

When the reader pole dances/aerial silk dances

Very similar to 035

Would be in awe of you dancing for him

If you were pole dancing he would probably watch you with those eyes~

Most likely end up in you both performing in another activity

If you were aerial silk dancing, 173 would probably be amazed

Would try and dance with you but fails terribly

Because he keeps dropping like dead flies

Most likely broke his back

Sometimes the researchers wonder how it's even possible for 173 to break his "bones"

Having a Pregnant!S/O

Would crack a lot of dad jokes here and there

Follows wherever you go

Rubs your belly whenever he can

Definitely would make a full conversation with the unborn child

Sometimes would read stories that do make you feel sleepy

Does whatever you tell him to do

Cracks some necks if he can't give you what you need

Would cry whenever you have your mood swings

During labour, you grabbed his arm so hard that it almost broke him

When you try to commit suicide

Would teleport to your side at an instant

Wouldn't let you out of his sight ever again

173 would try to cheer you up which may or may not work

Definitely would kill whoever made you feel this way if any

Make you stay in his cell for a while

Maybe even permanently

Wouldnt let anyone touch you

If you had any scars 173 would cry

Peanut would try his best to stop you from feeling that way

Having a Hopelessly Romantic/Easily flustered GN!Reader

Would definitely tease you

173 would find it adorable that you fluster easily and is hopelessly romantic

I'd say he's pretty hopelessly romantic to a certain degree

Will kill if anyone teases you

Because your adorable flushed look is only reserved for him

Although he would tell all the other SCPs about you

049 and 035 get it the hardest but 035 is completely fine with it

049 would rather just stay in his cell than to hear 173 talk about you for 200 hours

Probably knows more about you than peanut himself

173 would boop your snoot whenever you have that cute look

When you're about to be executed - Yandere!173 x D-Class!Reader

173 would snap everyone's neck and kidnap you back to his cell

If anyone ever mentions your name, 173 would instantly snap their necks

And if they ever tried to find you, he would know and would hide you somewhere else

If you ever tried to flee, 173 would teleport to your side and bribe you to stay 'home'

By bribe, I mean he would force you to return by teleporting the both of you

If anyone sees the both of you, 173 would stalk them to no end

Would torture them if they were to tell the foundation about this

Not even the other SCPs could help

When you curl up in their lap

Would find you the cutest thing on Earth

Aside from 999 of course

If he's exhausted from doing nothing, he would probably just rub your head/back

Definitely would tickle you whenever he can

Finds it comforting when you do curl up in his lap

Thinks that you're so cute to the point that he would kill for you

When you kiss his neck

10000000000000% loves it

Would definitely be vocal because he has no shame

Most likely would ask you to do it again

Even if you were in the middle of talking to someone and they hear him

If you were in the mood, you could tease him with neck kisses for hours on end

Probably would ask you to move on to the next activity but you know he loves being teased

Then after that go back to cuddling

173 would scream but the last time that happened the whole foundation went deaf and you gave him the cold shoulder for a while

Definitely cried about that so he tries to restrain himself

But you feel bad so you just carried on

[lovelykhaleesiii]

Newcomer: Chapter 2

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x fem!Reader

Words: 2.3k 

Summary: The Outer Banks was a place you’d only heard of until recently. The unfolding changes in your life had led you to this very moment, and it appears you still have much to learn... 

Warnings: swearing, (***) minor time jumps 

A/N - sorry for the delay, had a huge assignment due and work <3 I know this is a slow ass start to the series, but trust I’m trying to build momentum LMAO 

It had been just over a week, and seemingly still trying to settle in. Majority of your belongings, clothes and other sentiments have now been unpacked and neatly placed away in their new space, although you felt the hardest part wasn’t over just yet. Yourself, Caleb and Anya still struggled to find your way around town, mostly succumbing to the help of Topper, who despite initially being ever so welcoming, had grown slightly agitated from the coercion of having to always help. He’d be dragged out of whatever event or plans he had made, just to help out, especially during the grueling days of the unpacking stages of moving. Not to mention the not so discrete argument you’d overheard, just a few days ago, that he had with his mother, complaining about not being able to enjoy his own summer break. 

You couldn’t deny that your presence did somewhat impede on his break, therefore, the guilt was there. You knew you’d have to start taking on some accountability, with or without Topper’s help. 

“Y/N, can we just run to the store real quick, I need to grab a few things and you know how hopeless I am with directions…Please, come with, or else I’ll have to get Topper and we both know how much he loves-”

“Yeah, yeah-”

With a reluctant sigh, you tagged the page you’d just turned over in your book and propped yourself off the bed, adjusting your midi skirt before nodding in agreement. 

One of the most convenient things about the Outer Banks was that nearly everything was within walking distance. It gave you a chance to explore the scenic landscape and water front, and perhaps even chat with a few of the locals you hadn’t yet properly met. 

“So, how are things looking with that JJ guy? He seems pretty cute,” You intrigued, nudging your sister’s shoulder into conversation. 

“Yeah he’s great actually, he's a really funny guy. He, uhm, he wants to meet but-” 

“But what, Anya? That’s exciting! We sure could do with someone else’s company that isn’t Topper.” 

“Yeah, I know but, I, well we, don’t really know him that well. Who’s to say he isn’t some sociopath, Y/N.”

“I highly doubt anyone around here is a psychopath, Anya. Look around, this is a place people come around to relax or retire.”

“Don’t speak too soon, Y/N…”

For some odd reason, you hesitated in a response. Anya was right, you had no familiarity with the people of Outer Banks, although it just seemed like an outrageous place for crime. Ever since arriving, you felt some unexplainable ease here. 

“But I mean yeah sure. I’ll probably meet up with JJ some time… In public though, and you need to promise me that you’ll be on the lookout. Not like you’re busy with any plans at the moment, huh,” Anya remarks, as you appeasingly roll your eyes: God she could be so paranoid. 

“Yeah, yeah. I promise. Think we turn right up ahead-”

Continuing right on the pathway, you could just faintly decipher the movement of people bustling in and out of the stores, and with that a wave of relief settled over you. Seemed like you knew your way around after all, having doubts along each turn of the walk.  

“Make this quick, Anya, the sun’s starting to set, okay.”

“Whatever, Mum!” Anya quips, before rushing off into the convenience store, leaving your lonesome self outside waiting. 

You watched the crowd across the street at the diner, enjoying their dinner, as you observed the locals in action, contemplating who was who, as you heard Evelyn exchange many names with your father over endless dinner conversations. 

One name that stuck by you was “Cameron.” 

Evelyn mentioned it countless of times, although you’d simply assumed they were one of the many well-known families that had established themselves in town. There wasn’t much else you knew, or wanted to know. You hardly met anyone else outside of the house, nor were you in any rush to. 

“Hey!-”

Instantly snapping from your extensive thoughts, the familiar voice dragged you back to reality, as you turned your sight to its direction. 

“It’s Y/N, right? Anya’s sister! It’s me, JJ, the waiter-”

“Yeah, of course, I remember you-”

As formal and proper as your manners from childhood were, just as you’d gone in for a handshake, JJ wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in warmly for a friendly embrace, before letting you go. 

It had caught you off-guard, although not at all in a distasteful way. 

“How are you? How’s Anya?” He asked, folding his arms as he leant against the wooden post of the front deck. 

“Yeah we’re good! I’m sure Anya’s kept you posted, we’ve pretty much moved in now. How about you? I haven't seen you around.” 

“Yeah, I’ve been pretty good! Oh that’s great to hear, that would mean you guys are free to come to the Boneyard tonight!” 

“The what?”

“The Boneyard? Where we have this party with a kegger, Topper didn’t tell you?” 

By the puzzled expression reeked across your face, JJ knew to take that as an immediate no, not questioning it any further. 

“Well if you’d like, I could meet with you guys later and escort you there myself. There’s a few friends of mine I’d like to introduce you guys to.” 

“Yeah, sure. That would be lovely, JJ-” 

And as perfect as the timing could get, Anya returned from her little store run, stunned by JJ’s unexpected presence. 

“Anya- I was just telling Y/N, I’d love to take you guys out tonight to the Boneyard, I was going to text you about it before, but something with my Dad-” 

“That’s fine, but we just don’t know where exactly the Boneyard is.”

“That’s okay, JJ’s got us covered,” You exclaimed, before exchanging a friendly wink to JJ who just managed to catch it.

***

“You texted JJ our address right?” You persisted, growing anxious by the thought that perhaps JJ might’ve forgotten about you two. 

“Yes, for the last time Y/N could you just relax. He should be here any minute now!” 

And just on cue, in the close distance, the roaring sound of an old engine with dull headlights belonging to one of those old, retro “hippie” vans had pulled up through your drive-way. JJ’s head popped out excitedly by the window, waving for you guys to join, and immediately you both walked over. 

It was difficult to convince your father of going out tonight, in fact, he’d been pestering you both to get out and mingle. As soon as you’d both approached him with the idea of heading out to some party, he leaped with relief, and encouraged you both to take up the offer. He was easy going like that, trusted you both knowing how well he’d raised you both. Of course, he covered some basic ground-rules: no drinking, no drugs, no smoking. 

By the time you’d both arrived to the van, you could just make out the silhouettes of some figures inside the van through the grimey windows. JJ was out of the van, as the courteous man that he was, pulling the side door right open. 

“John B-” Pointing to the boy on the driver’s seat, who gave you a friendly wave, made himself known. 

“Kie-” A lovely, young girl, exchanged a gracious smile and nod to both Anya and yourself, before JJ finally introduced “And this is Pope-”, a young, pleasant man sat beside Kie. 

“Guys this is Anya, and her older sister Y/N. They just moved here like a week ago.” 

“Nice to meet you all, thanks for letting us join you guys tonight-” You warmly proclaimed, before gesturing Anya into the van with you following her behind. 

As JJ was carefully closing the door behind you, John B mentioned how JJ spoke of you two, confessing you to be the “mystery newcomers” before kindly welcoming you to the Outer Banks. 

You felt Kie’s over gaze fall between yourself and Anya, and felt somewhat intimidated, although it there was no threatening intent to it, however more of a protective sentiment. 

“So you guys are Kooks, huh?” Kie blatantly questioned, before Pope nudged his elbow into her, as though to signal her to stop whatever interrogation she had planned. 

“Sorry, what?”- Anya questioned in response, frowning as she looked around the van, back to you.

“Kie, stop. They don’t know about any of that stuff. Just drop it, okay!” JJ insisted, as he ran his fingers through his blonde locks, almost in frustration. 

“We really have no idea what this whole Pogue-Kook business is, but perhaps you could enlighten us one day, Kie-” You suggested, as amiable as possible, not wanting to already cross the line with the few locals you’d just met. 

“I sure will, I just can’t believe you guys live with Topper. He’s such an-”

“Ass?-” Anya intervened, finishing off Kie’s sentence precisely the way she intended, making Kie smile in agreement. 

“Yeah, I don’t think he likes us very much,” Anya confessed, and as much as you hated “gossiping”, you couldn’t deny this one. 

“Well Kie, you’re on to talk… What about your Kook year?” John B laughingly mocked, as Kie infuriatingly shoved his shoulder. 

“S-So what exactly is the difference between a Pogue and a Kook?” You intriguingly questioned, shifting your gaze from Kie to Pope. 

“Well, to put it short, Pogues live on the Cut, which I assume Topper would rather die than enter. Whereas yourselves and our Kie here, live on Figure 8,” Pope answered.

“So it’s just a social class thing?” You quipped, being reminded again of how very unprogressive things were around the Outer Banks. 

“Exactly!-” Kie shouted, a hint of relief, as though finally finding someone who’d shared mutual understanding with her cause. 

“I mean there’s more to it-” JJ added.

“But it’s best if you guys don’t get as involved, your only just new here-” He calmly reassured.

“Just keep an eye out for the Kooks, they usually come to these sort of events anyways for the booze they can’t afford-” Kie ridiculed. 

“Yeah, especially Rafe-” Pope uttered, his tone reeking of bitterness to the name. 

“Wait-Who exactly is that? The name just sounds familiar-” You brush off, not wanting to vex Pope any further. 

“Good God, he’s the worst of the worst-” Pope scorned. 

“An asshole-” Kie provoked. 

“He’s the older brother of Sarah Cameron, I’m sure you’ve met her. She’s Topper’s girlfriend,” John B confessed.

“HA! Topper has a girlfriend, since when?!” Anya broke out mockingly laughing: as Kie and JJ chuckled to her comedic outburst. 

“He must be that bad, huh?” You uttered, as the rest began to settle themselves. 

“He’s a terrible person, Y/N. If I was you guys, I’d avoid him at all costs,-” Pope insisted, although by the seriousness of his voice, it seemed more of a warning than anything. 

***

The Boneyard was a secluded location of the island, where the ashy white trunks of dead logs were arranged in a way to accompany large crowds, and rowdy parties far from the complaints of the adults. As you’d all arrived, kegs ready at the hand, the party had already commenced, as people from which John B described had consisted of Pogues, Kook and tourists. Regardless, all strangers to you. 

As you finally eased yourself into that party mood, you found yourself enjoying the company of the Pogues, they were quite the friendly bunch. And it seemed ANya was letting loose as well, no thanks to her new-found companions: it always seemed like an impossible mission for Anya to enjoy herself, although witnessing her from the standpoint of a bystander, you felt comforted. 

“I’m just going to go grab myself a drink-” You assured John B, as he nodded in agreement. 

As you crammed yourself through the crowd, you felt a tight grip pulling on your elbow, making you topple in the direction of whomever it was that grabbed you. 

“Topper, what the fuck?”

“How the hell did you get here, let alone find out about this?” He exclaimed, by the faint smell of the beer oozing with each breath, you could tell he was slowly becoming intoxicated.

“No thanks to you-” You snapped, before jolting your arm out of his strained grip. 

“Seriously, Y/N. Does your Dad even know you’re here?”

Before you could even respond, some sort of internal sixth sense, felt an intense pair of eyes on you. As you shifted your gaze, to a bunch of people standing behind Topper, you’d immediately recognised his face. 

For some odd reason you felt a shiver crawl down your spine, as though in fright of seeing some ghostly figure. His intense, blue eyes just fixated on you and only you, as he took sips of his drink, with one hand snugged away in a front pocket. It seemed he was in conversation with a bunch of other guys, all dressed quite similarly to one another in their polo shirts and summer shorts, and yet he was not at all engaged... Only to you.  

“Earth to Y/N!” Topper loudly interjected, stirring you to snap back, as you fixed your view on him. 

“Y-Yes, yes he does. Now could you just let me be?” 

And before you knew it, you instinctively stormed off, before Topper had the chance to drunkenly question you any longer. As you disappeared into the crowd, heading for the kegger, your mind persisted in contemplation. 

That was Rafe, surely. You vividly remembered the whole, minor incident during your first encounter with him. 

After what the Pogues had confessed about him, and by his looming nature, you’d never felt so unnerved by someone, you’d in fact, never even met.

But why?

TAGLIST - @juliep7654 @foggybanditgardenprune​

[bonny-kookoo]

Mean (JJK x Reader) 💜☁️✴️🔞

💸 Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

💸 Genre: Mafia!AU, Single Parent AU!, Angst, fluff, Smut

💸 Warnings: bad language aka cursing, mentions of cheating, mentions of illegal business, manhandling and not the nice kind, tsundere Jungkook, it’s not like he likes you duh, guns, description of violence, restriction of movement and not in a kinky way, protected sex because dude he’s got one kid okay that’s enough, unconventional romance, choking, near death experience, angst did I mention angst

💸 Summary: Jeon Jungkook was kinda cute, you had to admit that- but he was also a massive douchebag with his head up his ass. And a cute kid.

A/N: First of all, I want to apologize to anyone I might dissapoint with this. I've changed up the story concept numerous times- and the first trailer is in no way a proper teaser anymore, since it has nothing to do with this story anymore. I somehow hope you still enjoy the story however. If not- I hope you'll stick around for future content!

Taglist: @drumsofheaven @yzkyzkuniverse @strwberrybtch @kirbykook @teresaisla @park-hera-gi @justzeera @taestannie @bambuzlee (there were several people I couldn’t tag- I’m sorry about that!) 

Jeon Jungkook was facing his worst enemy.

Now, considering his work and all those rumors going on about him, this could be anything really; from an entire army storming his house, to readying himself for waterboarding. But no, this enemy he was currently standing across from was way more vile and difficult to get under control. The situation was slowly growing desperate on his side- this was a life and death situation.

"Mina, come on now." Jungkook pleaded as the toddler vehemently refused to raise her arms properly so he could slip on her dress for the day. He could understand her, to an extend- he wasn't a morning person either, but he had to overcome this in order to be successful- and she had to as well.

Well, success was not really that important at her age, but getting her to daycare definitely was.

"Mina I have a meeting soon and if you continue to be a brat I can't send you off again properly." He tried, knowing how much she hated him leaving in a rush like usually. He'd promised her the day prior as he'd tucked her into bed that he would, this time, at least stay until her friends had arrived, yet he couldn't have known that this situation would occur the next morning.

Sometimes being a single father was way worse than anything he was facing at his actual job.

"There we go!" He cheered as she finally caved in, pouting a bit before she giggled at the silly face her father was making in order to get her to smile. He hated sending her off in a foul mood, knowing that she could be an absolute devil's child if she felt like it. In a way, she was very similar to him, which was to be expected with her mother not being in the picture. He didn't mind it much, however- a cheating spouse was not really what he wanted by his side, if he was being entirely honest with himself. It was enough already knowing that almost all of his 'friends' and 'business partners' were shameless liars. He didn't need to live and raise a child with one as well.

"Tiger!" The young girl cheerfully exclaimed, as the both made their way into the kitchen. It wasn't just a random comment from her side, because her chubby hand already pointed at the cereal box designed with colorful images on the counter, way too high for her but perfectly reachable for her father as he chuckled, balancing her on his hip as he prepared a small bowl for her.

"No funny business though, young lady." He said, as he sat down with her at the table. "We don't have to hurry, but we can't waste time either." He explained, as he watched her eat her breakfast with a concentrated face. He smiled at the picture, sometimes wishing this would be how his days would always start. Sadly, that wasn't the case- most of the times really, her nanny took her to daycare.

Which was another problem.

Her nanny had recently filed in for her termination, her age getting to her as she finally made the decision to settle down for her last years of life, she'd said. He accepted it without much resistance, having build too much respect for the elderly woman over the course of time by now. It left him with a gaping hole however, one that he knew he needed to fill.

But with who?

He couldn't just hire anybody for Mina at this point in his life. People needed to be fully trustworthy to be even given knowledge of his child at all. Most didn't even know she existed- the public unaware of her relation to him. He kept the facade up that she was merely the child of a close friend, just to keep her out of range of any potential enemies he had gathered over time.

His life really wasn't fit for a child at all, but what was he supposed to do?

"Y/N!" A small voice exclaimed behind you, making you look around from where you were cutting apples as the small child appeared.

"Mina!" You answered just as brightly, picking her up as she giggled excitedly. "Did you have breakfast yet?" You asked, as another daycare worker came inside.

"Yeah!" She said, and you looked at her surprised. "Daddy and I had breakfast!" She explained, as you placed her back down onto the ground. "He'ven brought me here today!" She said, and you hummed affirmatively,

"That sounds awesome!" You said, as she beamed up at you. "Why don't you go sit at the table, we're almost having our morning snack. You think you can eat some apples?" You asked, and she proudly nodded, before zooming off, stumbling a bit as she missed the slight gap of the door.

"He didn't come inside." Jenny said, as she watched the little girl sit down next to a boy her age. "I saw that he was sitting in his car, but she got out herself." She explained further, as you continued cutting the apples and making some cuts to have them resemble a bunny. "I swear to god-" She started, as you cut her off.

"We don't know what his life is like, Jenny." You said, as she huffed. "It's not our kid, it's not our life. She isn't unhappy, she's healthy, she's not mistreated. Case closed." You explained further as you discarded the scraps of apple unneeded in the trash, before rinsing the knife you'd used. "I'm not too happy about it either, but we're not her mother." You said, as you dried your hands.

Jenny sighed. "I know, but like-" She said, walking over to you to help you place the banana slices and grapes as well. "She's such a sweet kid. I don't know, but he seems like such a dick honestly. Like, have you heard his phonecall last week?" You snorted. Everyone did at this point.

Mina had had a minor incident, when she'd stumbled and fell. She'd scraped her knee, cried a little, but after a moment everything had been fine again. He however, had been livid upon finding out his daughter had been hurt, even though the scratches didn't even need a bandaid. Even though he'd only been on the phone with your superior, he'd made such a scene out of it that it became like local news around the daycare.

"I still don't know what the fuck that was about." Jenny exclaimed, taking a sip of her coffee as she kept an eye on the kids in the main room. "Like, yeah, she fell, but nothing happened." She said, and you agreed.

Shrugging, you grabbed some plates and napkins, and looked at Jenny. "Again." You reminded her. "As harsh as it sounds, you know me." Jenny sighed.

"I know."

You took back everything you had said this morning.

This prick had the audacity to keep you waiting for more than two hours now, without reacting to any amount of phonecalls you'd done by now. Mina was almost asleep on your lap, and you were angry to say the least. This was supposed to be your last day of work for a week, you were supposed to be curled up on your couch in nothing but underwear and fluffy socks, hidden by a blanket and eating icecream while watching netflix. You were definitely not supposed to sit here at your daycare until even the janitor was about to go home. "Fuck it." You mumble, carefully balancing the young girl on your hip as you grab your bag and keys.

You wave the janitor and cleaning staff goodbye on their way out, and take out your phone for a bus or subway that could drive close to where Mina's address is- but you notice there is nothing in her jacket written that you could use as one. You instead simply call the number written down for emergencies, and wait as it rings.

once.

twice.

"Hello?"

You are a bit taken aback by the voice on the other line, masculine, but clearly not as old as you'd thought he'd sound. "Uh, yeah, this is Mina's daycare, you mind picking her up these days, or not?" You casually say, Mina moving around a bit as to bring her thumb close to her lips. You internally coo at her.

"Shit! Fuck- I, where are you?" He asks, and you furrow your brows. Where the hell does he think you are, or does he seriously not know where his daughters daycare is? Wait, is that even her father?

"I- listen, am I even talking to her father or who is this?" You ask, and suddenly you feel extremely uncomfortable. This was a bad idea, what if this isnt her dad at all? You could loose your job for this!

"Yeah, yes. Listen I'm gonna send someone to pick her up alright? Should be there in an hour or so." He says as if frustrated, and you scoff, making him question you on the other line as if he was just struck by thunder. "Excuse me?" He says, voice low, but you're not intimitated.

"First of all, I'm not convinced. Second of all, and pardon my french, but are you nuts?! It's already way too late for her to be up, and I've finished my shift hours ago!" You complain, and he clears his throat over the line, clearly unhappy about your lack of understanding.

"Jeon Mina has a small beauty mark underneath her lower lip, she hates strawberries for some reason, and her biggest secret is that she is actually scared of unicorns. There, happy?" He grits out, and you chew on your lip. He was good. "Second of all, Miss." He makes sure to pronounce every word. "You're getting paid to look after my kid. If that's all you want I'm paying you extra for the inconvenience-" Oh boy, there we go.

"If I cared about your stupid money I would've called authorities hours ago, S.I.R." You start, careful to tone your voice down as to not wake her up. "And you know what, thats a great Idea actually! Let me just-" You begin, but he cuts you off with a sound that sounds awfully like a door closing.

"Fuck you, I'm there in 20." He says.

Jeon Jungkook was not too fond of woman.

That much was clear ever since he'd been cheated on and left with a kid, but it had always been like that. It wasn't like he was afraid of them, or didn't like them, it was more like, during his life, woman had been the reason for heartbreak and bad news all along. His mother had been an alcoholic, his dad desperately trying to get her back on track. His sister had been involved into shady business early on, a wild child that would do anything to get on peoples nerves. His aunt, which only ever visited to gain money. Women were bad news.

So his own surprise had been very prominent when he spotted you on the bench with his kid in your arms,her chubby arms clinging onto you like a koala. You seemed to be reading something on your phone, careful not to point the device too close to Mina so she wouldn't be disturbed. You were pretty, he had to admit that, even from far away- and you seemed like a confident person, from what he'd heard over the phone. You suddenly noticed him as he drove a bit closer, car tires crunching the gravel and snow underneath while his headlights shut off, to not blind you both. He stepped out, as you woke Mina up to announce to her that her father had finally arrived.

"Daddy!" She screached sleepily, running towards him with stumbling legs. He picked her up with a smile before he turned around, having every intention to buckle her up in his backseat as you came closer.

"Huh. Mind telling me why I shouldn't inform authorities about this?" You asked, and he huffed out a breath with a roll of his eyes, pulling out his wallet. You simply stood there, arms crossed, not at all fazed by the amount of money he held in front of you- you simply raised your eyebrow. "I mean, if money could talk I'd ask your bills, sure. But that right there isn't an answer." You replied, and he gritted his teeth, jaw clenching. Why were you being so difficult.

"Okay, how much?" He said, and you suddenly moved, shifted, as if absolutely offended by his offer.

"Do I look like a streetworker to you sir?" You said, and he closed his eyes for a moment, until another car seemed to pull up.

"You're getting picked up." He says, ready to step into his car as you look at him with confusion. "You don't know them?" He asks, and you shake your head, having every intention to check as he notices something familiar peeking out of one of the car windows. As if on autopilot, he rips his passenger side open, pushes you in, and runs to get inside the drivers seat.

There are shots fired, Mina is holding her hands over her ears as she simply stares at you, who is absolutely shell-shocked.

What the hell just happened?

So yeah, that's how you got here-

In a room that looked awfully like the interrogation rooms in your late night netflix crime shows. There was someone sitting in front of you- Mina's father, watching you, like you were going to do anything. But you were as quiet as a mouse, not saying anything.

"So you didn't know them? At all?" He questioned for the second time in the past ten minutes, and you shook your head. "Hard to believe. Then again, why would you ever tell me that your Dad's brother was sentenced to two years for escorting drugs- only getting two years because he snitched." He said, and your eyes widened.

"Okay what the hell-" You started, but he cut you off.

"Oh, I hit a nerve-" But you weren't having it.

"Oh an I'm gonna hit your pretty nose if you don't stop cutting me off!" You said, making him smirk. For some reason, this was quite entertaining to him- the only woman he ever had in here were so keen on keeping up that shy and innocent facade, that you were a breath of fresh air. "Listen, I don't know why you decided to dig up things that happened when I was literally a TODDLER- or how you even got that information - I swear to god I will really break your nose!" You ended as he had tried to speak again, making him chuckle.

If you weren't being held captive after getting your night ruined you might as well would've thought that was pretty hot.

"I was five years old- I had nothing to do with it, and my dad had no contact whatsoever with his brother after what had happened." You explained. "If you can find that, you can also find that I haven't had contact with my family in years either." You said, leaning back, as he spoke.

"I did. Which is quite confusing to me." He said.

You suddenly went stone cold on him. "It really isnt that deep." You said.

"Were you avoiding them?" He asked. "Because of what happened? Or because your dad got involved into something?"

"Because they're dead." You said.

Well. This was something that made him actually stop and think for a second. He did dig into that nasty part of your family, but he never looked further- their death was something he had overlooked. And by your reaction as you said it, the way you said it, he knew that you weren't lying. "Alright." He said. "But you do realize that I can't just let you go like that, right?" He said.

"Figured." You said. "So, should I stand facing against the wall or with my back against it so you can aim better?" You said, and he took a deep breath. Technically, yes, that would be a logical outcome.

"Neither." He said, and you raised your eyebrow. "I have an offering." He said, and your entire body went stiff, arms crossing in front of your chest. A pure sign of whatever he was going to say, your first reaction would be no. "I need a nanny for Mina." He said, and your lips parted, confusion clear on your face.

He almost thought it was kind of cute.

"You what?" You said.

"I need a nanny for Mina." He repeated. "It's a win-win situation for both of us if you think about it. You get to- in a way- keep your job and a bonus in terms of payment, and I will have someone to take care of Mina. And I also don't have to put a bullet into your pretty little head." He said, leaning forward with the last words.

"This isn't really a question, isn't it?" You said, and he laughed.

"You're smart- I like you."

„But that’s not how daddy does it..“ she wonders, as you tie her shoes for her, before looking up into her eyes. She really does resemble her father. Well, a more innocent version, that is.

„Well everyone does it differently.“ you say, well aware that there were numerous ways to tie a simple bow. „Your daddy probably has learned it from someone who does it like he does. I learned it from my dad.“ you explained as you went to pick up her backpack, carrying it for her as she took your hand.

„yours looks prettier tho!“ she exclaimed happily, a skip in her step as she kept looking at her shoes with a smile. You grinned, a sense of pride filling you. „Daddy‘s always looks crooked on one side-„ she said, before a voice broke through the sweet moment.

„You hurt me Princess. You always said they look nice.“ he hummed from his spot in the doorway, leaned on the frame, looking at you with something you could only describe as unsatisfied, while shooting his daughter a smile.

What the hell have you done wrong now?

This had been something going on for months now. Ever since you started working for him as a nanny, Mina had been nothing but a ray of sunshine- but he, he was not even a raincloud. He was the angry grinch miltiplied by a hundred, ready to piss everyone off twenty-five-eight. Somehow everything you did wasn't up to his standards; the way you cooked for Mina, the way you dressed her, hell, even right now with the way you tied a fucking bow.

You really hoped next time he washed his hands, his sleeves would roll down.

"There's an emergency gun underneath the back-" He started as Mina was out of listening-reach.

"I won't use it." You said.

Jungkook had tried to get you trained at least in the basics of guns- but you practically had an allergy to it, refusing to so much as touch one. He didn't quite know what your problem was, but after a while, he had given up on it- simply sending one of his guards with you whenever he could. By now, you were an easy target as well if found alone, so you had joined him in his place, occupying one of the larger guest rooms. He had said that it was to keep an eye on you, but internally, he simply didn't want you to get hurt.

And yeah, at first that was because he didn't trust you, at all- but by now, somehow, you had sneaked your way into his heart, in a way. Even though he himself would always grumpily comment on it, he loved how you made Mina smile and the entire mansion light up. Things felt a little brighter, a little less tense, and a little less lonely with you around. It felt as if you were an actual family.

And that scared the shit out of him, because in no way was he going to fall for his daughters nanny.

And, after all; you hated his guts.

If Jungkook knew the situation you and Mina had gotten yourselves into, you don't know if he would be proud of her or kill you.

Turns out that the guard Jungkook had sent you out with wasn't actually following his orders at all, but words from a different person entirely- you imagined they were highly likely the one's out to shoot you back when you first met the tall mafia boss and father. Now, the only thing they definitely did not get right however, was that you were Mina's mother- and someone Jungkook valued enough to give up his safety. This was true for Mina; the young child was his everything, and he'd cut off his limbs just to know her safe and sound- but you? That was just absolutely stupid. Sure, you've been living together for quite some time now, and he stopped trying to mentally push you down the stairs every morning as well. But there was nothing more than a mild case of friend- and partnership. You weren't being emo; Jungkook had, after all, said it again and again that he had crossed out the dating game. He's got enough trouble with Mina and you, he had said.

Well, seemed like one of those issues would solve itself.

"Again, what're you gonna do?" You say, as Mina looks at you from out of the vents above you had helped her into seconds ago.

"Crawl where the nice air is, call daddy- and don't look back." She repeats proudly, but you can see it clearly that she's just as scared as you are.

"Exactly, good job princess." You praise, and she nods with a pout. "Once daddy gets you, you'll be safe." You promise, and she wants to complain- but you don't let her, closing the vent again as you hear her shuffling away. This was fine. Mina would be safe, Jungkook would have one person less to worry about- he could move away, bring her to a different part of the country where no one knew her, and she could simply go to school next year and forget all of this ever happened.

You were just a bit sad that you'd never get to see it.

Of course you weren't her mother- but it was hard not to let her inside your heart, with the way she was. The charms her dad didn't have, she got them times ten. She was just so sweet, and you were around her all the time, it was hard not to somehow grow fond of her. You just hoped she'd be alright.

"Where's the kid, whore?!" A guard yelled after noticing you were the only one left in the room. You simply smiled, not answering, before he grabbed your neck, pulling you up as much as he could as he fumed. "Save that stupid grin for your son of a bitch at home." He barks, and you desperately try to breathe- unsuccessfully so, until he forcefully pushes you back down, the back of your head hiding the concrete floor with a sickening crack. You squealed out in pain, holding onto the spot for dear life as if that would somehow help it- but it didn't. "I knew sluts like you have to be tied up. You're all just trouble." He says, pulling you by your legs as another set of people come in, binding your legs and hands. You can already feel your fingers getting cold from how tight your wrists are tied- but you black out from the kick to your stomach before you can quite dwell on it.

"Fuck!" He yells, before he gets up, hands in his hair to somehow help himself not punch the laptop on his table. He's seen it, seen it all- from the moments you would shield Mina like a fearless lioness, the second you had lifted her up into the vents even though he knew your shoulder had to be in horrible pain, to the very moment you had faced the consequences of your actions. He hated that he had to wait, that he had to simply sit here in his office like a coward just to watch you take the beatings.

Because here was the thing with Jungkook; even though he liked to portray himself as someone who always takes the upper hand in things and troubles, when it came to his own personal life far away from his criminal business he ran, he couldn't seem to ever make up his mind. It was like a repeat of his past love affair- but instead of his ex-wife cheating and leaving him with a child, there was you, in some way fighting like a true lionness in order to keep said child safe and sound, even though you didn't even had to. Technically, this would've been the perfect opportunity for you to finally get your freedom back in a way. Because without Mina, there was no use for you being in his grasp anymore. Without her, there was no agreement between the two of you.

And yet there you were. And yet again, he simply watched, simply did nothing.

The entire mansion was already on high alert by now; his most trusted friends Seokjin and Yoongi already out to your location- he could wait. He could wait. He could wait.

Everything would somehow turn out to be just fine by the end of this day. He would successfully take his daughter into his arms, Yoongi and Seokjin would get you out of there, and after a good nights sleep and some first aid for you, things would just return to normal.

But what was normal at this point?

He didn't want things to continue like they did currently. He wanted change, for the first time in his life. He wanted to tell you about his inner thoughts, about his desires concerning you and his future. He wanted to tell you that he didn't just want you to be at his home and with him and his daughter just because of some stupid agreement. He didn't want you to stay with him because he forced you to.

His phone began to chime, your face greeting him as the caller ID as he accepts it. "Daddy-" His heart sinks down to the floor as he hears Mina sniffle on the other side of the line. He has to wait, he thinks, repeats like a mantra. He has to somehow calm her down, tell her everything's alright- "They're hurting mommy!" Mina wails, and somehow, those words make him snap.

Fuck waiting.

In a way, Mina was a smart kid. She had been nothing but understanding when Jungkook and her mother had broken up- divorced, and fought until she eventually left for good. She had been a little sad for a long time, thinking it had somehow been her fault; but he had assured her, and later on, explained, that Mommy simply didn't love Daddy anymore. In Daycare, she was one of the most well behaved kids ever encountered- careful, and calm. Of course she got excited and happy and sometimes made a mess; but she also was very careful who she interacted with, what kinds of friends she made, and how much she talked about home. She never complained, never threw public tantrums.

Jungkook truly was lucky- that the only thing left of his shattered marriage had been her.

He never had relationships after that- never dated, never truly searched for someone. No one, in his eyes, was worth the risk- and even after meeting you, that was his opinion. But as cliche as it sounded, you were quite different from anyone he'd ever met before.

You spoke your mind; always saying what bothered you, never beating around the bush. Yet, you weren't being a bitch about things. No, you actually could be pretty cute if you wanted to be- be it the moments he had caught you and Mina sneak a taste of her birthday cake in the middle of the night, or the one time he had been sick.

You had been such an angel to him.

Helping him towards the bathroom, never even scrunching your nose in distaste whenever he had to throw up. You simply rubbed his back, helping him towards the sink to rinse, just to lead him back into his bedroom. You had aired the room out, made the bed, made sure that he was staying hydrated and at least tried to eat every day- all without any complains.

Maybe that was the moment his perspective of you shifted into dangerous territory.

He had somehow become hyperaware of the things you did. How well you got along with Mina, how easy going you were becoming with him- how confident yet nurturing and sweet you were, gently scolding him sometimes to not overwork himself. You always made sure his kid felt happy and was healthy, never so much as whined about your past friendships lost; you had simply accepted the new situation.

In a way, you were what he silently dreamed of at night.

Because as much as he loved the sight of you holding Mina whenever she had a nightmare and couldn't sleep, he somehow also craved to be held throughout the night by your arms. Just like he held his daughter in that moment after she had climbed out of the vent into his arms. He could make out some of her words as he simply let himself feel her tiny body in his arms for a moment. Just to make sure she was really there, really alright, really out of harms way. She kept on crying out for you, for him to help you, to save you-

So it was only natural for him to jump out of his car and run after Seokjin, Yoongi, and their squad, as they entered the building.

Sometimes at night, when you got aware of all the different sounds of the room, you heard the blood rush inside your brain.

Just like now; but now, it was so loud that you could barely hear anything else. Things seemed hazy, fuzzy, your ears stuffed with cotton wool drowning out any sounds might happening around you. Your eyes stayed closed, light way too bright for your raging headache- and the stale metal taste on your tongue wasn't helping either. Your hands had started to tingle long ago, and your knees were hurting from being in the same position for this long. But the moment someone touched you next, it wasn't forceful. It was so gentle, and almost- scared?

You couldn't hear, but you could feel. How the rope was cut, blood rushing painfully into your hands and legs again, pins and needles making them hypersensitive as you were suddenly held- moved, carried?

It smelled like home, that was something your dizzy mind was able to properly make out. It smelled like Jungkooks mansion, and a bit like his office- a faint vanilla hitting your senses, making you faintly smile as your hand reached out, unknowingly grabbing his shirt, holding the fabric as tight as you could as you moaned out in pain when he placed you down again, warmth surrounding you.

Maybe you were dying?

Or maybe not.

Because after some hazy and confusing dreams, you slowly came back to your senses. Eyes opening slowly, there it was; the curtains you knew so well, the balcony opened, air crisp and fresh around you as the door opened. You wanted to move your head, but the fear of triggering another headache was too big.

"Y/N?" Jungkooks voice asked, warm, and almost hesitant. You hummed, and he snapped his head around, noticing that yes- after days of sleeping and slipping in and out of consciousness you were actually awake again. He walked into your field of vision, looking so casual; his white button up undone at the first two buttons, sleeves rolled up as he sat down close to you, palm on the blanket covering you as he-

smiled?

"W-" You had to cough a bit before clearing your throat. "Who are you and what have you done to Jungkook?" You said, and he chuckled, sighing in relief- you had, after all, not lost your charm.

"I think past Jungkook had a moment of self-reflection." He said, watching you as his hand placed itself onto yours, warmth spreading over your skin. "I'm glad you're okay." He admitted. "And thank you. For keeping.. Mina safe." He ended, and you smiled.

"That's literally my job." You said, and he got more serious.

"No, and you know what I mean." His voice was deep and rough, yet held no authority like usual. "You had chances to tell them who you were. That you had no connection to me other than through her; yet you didn't. And we both know why." He said, and you looked at him.

"There are more reasons than just one." You said, eyes drifting to his now empty ring finger on the hand resting on his thigh.

"Does it matter which one I mean?" He asked, and you wanted to scoff.

"It does to me." You said, and he shifted closer after a second, properly holding your hand now as he looked at yours- still a little scratched, but nothing that wouldn't heal.

"You did it because that's the reason you live here." He said. "You also did it because you adore her just as much as I do. And you.." He began, but grew unsure.

"And I?" You smiled, and he looked at you with his typical seriousness.

"And you somehow got stuck in an emotional mess." He explained. "You somehow, deep down, wanted it to be true." His thumb moved over the back of your hand as he spoke. "You wished that.. maybe there was more to it than just, partnership." He said, and you still smiled gently.

"Did I now?" You teased, but to your surprise, he was still looking straight at you.

"I know I did." He humms out. "I still do."

"You're stupid." You said, and he laughed bitterly, taking your words the wrong way as he slipped his out of yours.

"I know." He said, getting up to leave but stopped as you spoke.

"Good." You said, chuckling before coughing. "What, no kiss for me after all I've been through?" You giggled as his wide eyes stared at you. "Rude." You said, and he suddenly realized that no- you weren't rejecting him. You were accepting.

You felt the same.

Noticing his own awkwardness, he leaned over, hands supporting his body as he leaned down, properly placing his lips onto yours. You had never imagined what kissing Jungkook would feel like, but you certainly would've never guessed how gentle and absolutely loving it would be. One of his hands moved towards your cheek, holding it, as if you were the most precious thing he'd ever seen.

"Mommy!" Came Mina's excited voice, cries instantly noticable as she jumped onto the bed, burying her head into your chest as you held her, a few tears in your eyes from her jumping.

"Mina baby, be careful okay?" He said. But your words were the reason that he ended up tearing up, at the end.

"Mommy's still hurting baby." You said. "But she'll get better soon."

Not even during the first few magical months of being together with his past ex, had it ever felt like this.

He was euphoric almost; with the way you felt, moved, breathed. It all felt like so much to him, made him feel so.. He couldn't explain it. He had his hands on your hips, fingers careful not to press too hard, but having enough force to move you back and forth over his lap- his length moving in and out of your heat, making you whine, as he watched your breasts in front of him. You fit so perfectly like this, felt so amazing, managed to make him feel needy instead of the other way around.

He turned you over slipping out of you sloppily as he moved positions, now above you as he spread your legs, entering you again easily. He pulled you by your thighs, holding you in place as he began to thrust again, your eyes closing with every movement of his hips.

He loved the sight of it.

Deep down he wanted to take the condom off; he wanted to fill you up, cum inside over and over and over until your cunt would overflow. Not only just to claim you in a weird animalistic sense, but to also make his family complete. He had cut his ties to his illegal activities by now, had settled down with you- and he knew, there was no other person he'd ever have a child with again than with you. "I want to cum inside." He said breathlessly, making you whine in return. "Hm, you'd like that?" He asked teasingly, his thrusts gaining more strength as if to underline his statement. "Stuff you full of my cum, make you leak it and mess up the sheets.." He continues, hand reaching between the two of you to find your clit. "just to make love to you over and over again. I wanna make you cry." He gritted out, suddenly moving you around face down. He pulled up your lower body, entering you again, gliding in easily with the amount of slick you were leaking. "And you'd take it wouldn't you?" He asks, making you nod and groan out as he grows more desperate, faster, harder- throwing you off the edge but never stopping. "You're gonna take it until I cum, don't you dare move away from me." He scolds, holding you tightly, making you gasp out in overstimulation as he continues on, chasing his own high.

He reaches it with a loud groan, burying himself deep inside as he holds you, peppering kisses onto your spine. "I love you, hm.." He whispers out. "So good, so pretty.. all mine.." He huffs, simply falling onto the mattress with you in his arms, cock still buried inside you.

There was a moment of silence, until he spoke again. "I really do mean it though." He said earning only a tired humm from you. He simply chuckled at that, holding you close as he decided to maybe bring that topic up when the timing was a bit better.

For once, he felt like a normal person. Right next to you, in your arms, as you turned around to pull him close, burying your face into his chest.

Right where he belonged.

[elenarodriiguez]

yellow and blue striped shirts | n.n. & c.s.

summary: normally work is terribly boring and if it weren't for darcy, nick would've quit weeks ago. but if that were the case, he wouldn't have met a very distressed but insanely cute charlie spring trying to find his younger brother.

pairing: nick nelson x charlie spring

word count: 1595

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The one thing that they never truly tell you about university is how bloody expensive it is. Nick was lucky in a lot of regards: his mum earned far less than his dad and since he lived with her, he got a lot more student loans than some of his mates did.

However, living in Leeds isn’t as cheap as he’d thought it would be. Between paying for student accommodation, keeping on top of his car payments, and financing the ridiculous amount of compulsory excursions for his fieldwork modules, he’s lucky if he has enough money to get his shopping for the week.

And seeing as the SU wasn’t hiring at the moment - probably the only time that has ever been the case - here he was, spending his evenings and weekends wearing the most obnoxious yellow and blue striped shirt known to mankind. It wasn’t all bad, he’d made a great friend in Darcy, his work spouse, and had actually been reunited with an old school acquaintance in their girlfriend, Tara.

Of course, he could certainly do without working four days of the half term week. There was nothing worse than trying to avoid little kids running amok while their parents let them burn off energy in an enclosed environment. All the while you’re trying to avoid causing serious harm to them, by errant furniture or otherwise, in fear of one of their parents ripping your head off.

And so when he sees a flash of black hair zoom past him at the speed of light, he thinks very little of it, simply sending Darcy a look of despair which they reciprocate. However, what he doesn’t expect to see minutes later is a much taller messy head of hair jogging up to him, seeming to be on the verge of a breakdown.

“Hi, sorry to bother you, have you by any chance seen the devil incarnate in the body of a eight year old pass by?” The boy pants, bending over in an attempt to try and catch his breath.

“You should stand upright.” Nick says dumbly, cursing himself for saying it even if he does get a proper look at the curly haired boy’s hazel eyes. “Bending over like that only makes the breathlessness worse. As for your question, quite possibly, is he your brother or something?”

“At the moment, I’m leaning towards ‘or something.’ I’m so sorry to ask, I know you’re probably like super busy but my mum will kill me if I lose him, would you mind helping me find him?”

“Not at all, come on, he can’t have gone too far.” Nick says, gesturing for the boy to follow him.

They wander through the kitchen segment, introducing themselves to one another, Charlie softly smiling at him, showing off a set of dimples that would be making Nick swoon if he had time to dwell on the matter. Every now and then they call out Ollie’s name, not wanting to garner too much attention in case Charlie’s parents hear.

From there they walk into the lounge area, Nick secretly glad that Ollie hadn’t decided to make a pit stop here, and the bathroom design room, Charlie’s strides increasing in speed as they struggle to find his brother. In order to distract him, Nick starts asking him questions about everything but his brother, doing his best to stave off a panic attack.

“So, what brings you to Leeds? Not being funny but you don’t exactly sound like you’re local.”

“Neither do you really. Maybe a tinge of the Yorkshire accent but nothing major. I’m actually here for an offer holder day at Leeds, if all goes well I should be starting a law degree here. Mum and Dad just thought it’d be a good idea to let Ollie loose in Ikea since we don’t have one in Herne Bay.”

“No way. That’s so weird.”

“I’m sorry?” Charlie says, his apology hesitant and full of confusion.

“You say that a lot. No, it’s just, I’m from Herne Bay too. I’m a first year, although I’m not doing anything smart like bloody law.”

Charlie’s cheeks flush pink and he mutters under his breath about how he isn’t that smart, before asking Nick where he went to school. As it turns out, while Charlie went to Truham, Nick had gone to St. Johns on a rugby scholarship, something which Charlie takes great pride in equal parts gawping at and making fun of. They both are so wrapped up in their own little worlds that they hardly notice the pintsized torpedo sprinting in their direction and latching onto Charlie’s legs at a breakneck speed.

“Oof.” Charlie huffs out, moments later hefting his brother onto his hip without any issue, much to Nick’s silent appreciation. “Ollie, what did Mum and Dad say before they left us?”

“¡No huyas sin Charlie! Lo sé, lo sé, pero vi a este niño con este peluche de tiburón súper genial, y quería encontrarlo antes de que Mamá pudiera decir que no.” Ollie rattles off, sounding more like an unintelligible babble than anything else to Nick.

“Okay, that’s great and all, but you still ran off without me. Tell you what, let’s ask my new friend Nick here, who was helping me try to find you, if they have a shark toy that you can get Dad to buy you. Nick?”

It’s as if Ollie has just noticed him and his brother weren’t alone, as his eyes go wide and Nick can see briefly his face flush bright red before he hides his face in his older brother’s shoulder. He’s a sweet kid, if a little shy, and the fact that Charlie obviously knows Spanish well enough to understand his brother gives Nick ideas he shan’t be entertaining in front of present company.

“We should have a bunch, come on, there’s a shortcut this way, and then we can get you back to your mum and dad, does that sound good?”

Ollie nods hesitantly, not shifting from his position clinging to his older brother, and Charlie simply lets out a resigned sigh before motioning for Nick to lead the way, mouthing his thanks over his brother’s head. The walk to the children’s department is fairly quiet, although he doesn’t miss Ollie’s loud whisper asking Charlie if Nick was his boyfriend.

Nick freezes momentarily, eyes wide and praying that any deity out there would be swift and merciful with his demise, however Charlie laughs it off, informing his brother that just because he’s gay and has made friends with a guy doesn’t mean they’re dating. He references a couple guys whose names are, unsurprisingly, brand new to Nick, but Ollie nods and sighs with more disappointment than should be possible in a child that small.

As they get to the bin filled to the brim with the desired shark toy, Ollie squirms in his brother's arms until he drops to the floor rather unceremoniously and sprints over to it, grabbing the toy and squeezing it close to his chest. He runs over with it, jumping up and down and tugging on Charlie’s arm to get him moving, meanwhile his brother nearly gets taken to the floor with the force the eight year old is pulling.

“¡Eh! ¡Basta ya! ¡No seas grosero! I am so sorry Nick, give me one second.”

“It’s fine.” Nick says, trying to subtly feel his cheeks to determine whether he looks as flustered as he feels right now.

“No, it’s not, and Ollie knows better.” He glares at his brother who mutters a sincere apology. “Thank you for all of your help today, seriously. I’m sorry if this is forward but, would you want to keep in contact? Follow each other on Insta or something, I dunno.”

“Stop apologising,” he laughs and Charlie laughs with him, “I’d love to. I don’t have my phone on me, but if you give me yours I can follow you back when I’m off work.”

Charlie hands his phone to Nick, their fingertips brushing as Nick takes it in his hands, and he grins when he sees Charlie’s gay panic wallpaper, looking at the curly haired boy and saying “same” before pulling up Instagram and following himself from Charlie’s account. Handing the phone back, Ollie impatiently tugging at his brother’s oversized jumper, he wishes them luck finding their parents before heading back to his section.

By the time he’s weaved around all of the people walking in the right direction, Darcy is leaning against the pristine countertop, a knowing smirk welcoming Nick back to reality. He holds his hand up in a vain attempt to silence the meddling blond, however it appears they couldn’t care less, loudly bragging about how they already told Tara that he’d left looking like a lovestruck idiot.

“Thanks Darce. Nice to know I can rely on you to keep things secret.”

“I never promised you secrecy, especially not when you’re crushing on someone actually attainable for the first time ever. So tell me, did you get his number?”

“No.”

“Nicholas!” They punctuate their annoyance with him by slapping his bicep, glaring ferociously at him.

“But,” he says, teasing them with his playful tone, “I did get his insta. And he’s from my hometown, so I’ll probably see him in the school holidays.”

“Nick. O. Las.” This time every syllable of his name is accompanied by a slap. “Why didn’t you lead with that? I was going to offer my sympathies to you, but you obviously don’t deserve them. So tell me, what’s he like?”

“Well, he speaks Spanish-”