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Jamie blinked his too wide eyes. "How?"

"You were so needy it's almost cute."

"Shut up!" Pitch snarled. "I told you to stay away from me!"

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Something was... off. But Jamie was at the point of not caring as long as something interesting was happening. "You just had to see me?" The brunet smirked, almost smugly. "Why?"

Jack sauntered right over, putting a hand on the back of Jamie’s neck in a manner that would look affectionate to anyone, even the brunet himself. If it wasn’t for the unusual temperature - his hand was colder than usual. 

But if Jack’s suspicions were correct, Jamie would like the pain it brought.

"Yeah, of course I’m here. I mean, I’ve been a little busy lately but…for some reason, I just felt I had to see you.”

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"...Pitch?" There was a slight pause before the smirk formed. "I knew you'd come."

Pitch blinked in surprise. "Jack's not here," he hissed. "It's just you and me, Jamie."

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"Umm, I don't know. I guess I have been messed up from the start?" Jamie shrugged. "Trying to fool The Nice List is a good challenge for me."

"Do you want to tell me what really happened?"

"Why, are you starting to care about me?"

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The past few weeks had been calm, with all his studying and other normal teenagers stuff. Normalcy made his skin crawled with agitation. Snarling slightly, Jamie was about to threw his pen away in frustration when a distraction arrived. "Jack!" Jamie brightened considerably. "You are here!"

So Jack was probably going to regret playing in North’s…well, he wasn’t sure WHERE in building he’d been, but he was messing around with SOMETHING and it exploded and now Jack was…

Well, he just didn’t care at the moment. He felt high, vaguely recognizing it as the same feeling he got when he went berserk from Grey Magic.

What he SHOULD have done was go straight to North. But that would be the good thing to do. The sane thing to do. And Jack wasn’t feeling that right now.

Instead, he went straight to Jamie’s house and nudged open the window. “Hi, Jamie.” He grinned.

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"You can probably just 'waltz out' then." The brunet did an airquote motion. "It should be easy for the Nightmare King."

"You were so needy it's almost cute."

"Shut up!" Pitch snarled. "I told you to stay away from me!"

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Jamie's eyes fluttered open, slowly and lazily. He was not fully awake yet, voice hoarse and confused, "Jack? Where are you?" For a moment he sounded like an innocent child again, asking for his caretaker to coddle him.

Pitch snarled in disgust. There had to be something he was actually afraid of, right? This shouldn't be so difficult; he knew EVERYONE'S fears. But for some reason he didn't know Jamie's. How frustrating when all his attempts only seemed to excite the boy further, rather than the scared response he wanted.

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"Do you want to tell me what really happened?"

"Why, are you starting to care about me?"

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"But I didn't!" He looked almost offended by the accusation. "I don't know how to do that!" Not yet.

"You were so needy it's almost cute."

"Shut up!" Pitch snarled. "I told you to stay away from me!"

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Jamie's body shuddered, his brows creased into a frown. The sound of his soft whimpers escaped his lips. He curled in his bed, crossing his legs and pressing them together. 

After what seemed like an eternity, Pitch climbed out, slowly sitting on the edge of the bed. He looked so peaceful like this. So...innocent. It was hard to believe the evil little bastard that slept just underneath that expression. Nightmare sand began to swirl in his hand as he carefully manipulated his dreams. He deserve a little punishment, for all he'd done to him.

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"I'm pretty sure we are in my dream." Jamie smirked. "I'm getting better at this whole dream thing."

"You were so needy it's almost cute."

"Shut up!" Pitch snarled. "I told you to stay away from me!"

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Jamie was sleeping soundly in his bed. There was no sign of him waking up anytime soon, as he was immersed deeply in his dreamworld. Previously he was staying up late, trying to catch Pitch sneaking around in his place. And he was sure the spirit would. However he was apparently too tired to stay awake a little longer.

Pitch glared from under the bed, remaining adamantly in the shadows and trying not to give in to the urge to climb into the bed with the person already in it. He told himself he wasn’t going to do this again. He wasn’t coming back. But there was just something about Jamie Bennett he couldn’t stay away from.

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|REACTION MEME| Bruised and Broken Version

"Woah, when did you get that?"

"Who did this to you?"

"How many time have I told you to be more careful?"

"You’re saying this was an accident?"

"What a shiner!"

"If you look like this, I’d hate to see the other guy."

"I’m not buying it, you don’t walk into a door and get a bruise like that!"

"Does it hurt when I touch it?"

"Let me kiss it better."

"If you don’t rest, you won’t heal."

"Another fight?"

"What happened to your face?"

"I don’t think your arm is meant to bend like that…"

"Let’s get you to bed."

"Let’s get you to the hospital."

"Why are you so calm about this?"

"You’re bleeding!"

"What are friends for, ey?"

"So, instead of helping you, they ran off the moment they saw what was happening?"

"You need to look where you’re going."

"I’m not accusing anyone, I’m just saying it looks suspicious."

"Do you want to tell me what really happened?"

"Don’t move! You’ll faint!"

"I’ve got some bandages, wait a sec."

"You’re the clumsiest person I know."

"I won’t let you be on your own, not when you’re like this."

"How could you be so careless?"

"I can’t even look at you, you promised not to get into any more fights!"

"H-how many of them were there?"

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//hello I'm trying to get back to rp-ing for youuuuu

{Someone should RP with me just sayin}

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Jamie gazed at him with pity. "Why deny yourself from pleasure?" His hand reached to the one around his throat. "It felt good wasn't it? Aren't you curious how much more I can do for you?"

(Ok since I don't know how to continue the smut) "Morning." Jamie was on top of Pitch, they were both on his couch and clothes were strewn all over the place. "Was it good?" He asked out of courtesy. Because he knew how damn good he was.

"Shut up," Pitch said, covering his eyes with one hand. He severely regretted this, but he had to admit it had felt good.

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"Of course." Jamie's breath hitched a bit. "Anything you say."

(Ok since I don't know how to continue the smut) "Morning." Jamie was on top of Pitch, they were both on his couch and clothes were strewn all over the place. "Was it good?" He asked out of courtesy. Because he knew how damn good he was.

"Shut up," Pitch said, covering his eyes with one hand. He severely regretted this, but he had to admit it had felt good.

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Jamie almost out right laugh at that. "You could back away anytime last night, but you didn't."

(Ok since I don't know how to continue the smut) "Morning." Jamie was on top of Pitch, they were both on his couch and clothes were strewn all over the place. "Was it good?" He asked out of courtesy. Because he knew how damn good he was.

"Shut up," Pitch said, covering his eyes with one hand. He severely regretted this, but he had to admit it had felt good.