#4. dehydration from crying so much

[rewrite-canon]

me when sad media piece about romantic relationship: light work no reaction

me when sad media piece about sibling dynamic: oh. okay. its got a little kick.

me when sad media piece about child-parental figure dynamic: LET ME GET UP LET ME GET UP LET ME GET UP ELT MEGET UP ELT ME GET UP ELTMR FJETY UP LEGBR LE FEOT UP

[whumpril]

Whumpril 2023 approaches!

Rules:

Anyone can participate.

Any media form is allowed (art, fic, gifs, music, whatever).

You can participate however much or as little as you want, no pressure to complete every single day.

You can post your work anywhere on the internet, Tumblr, Ao3, etc.

Tag potential triggers and NSFW accordingly.

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To increase your chances of being featured here, tag your post with the event name and the prompt of the day that you used (For example: #whumpril2023, #whumprilday1, #red alert) 

You can also @ the blog, @whumpril.

Full write-up of the prompts can be found under the cut!

Whumpril 2023 Prompts:

1. Red Alert | Distress Call | Panic Attack

2. Stress | Insomnia | “Get some rest.”

3. Rope Burns | Knife to Throat | “Hold still.”

4. Ache | Massage | Needle

5. Defiance | Dragged | Stifled Scream

6. Salve | Painkillers | Bad Coping Mechanisms

7. Numbness | Unsteady | “You look pale.”

8. Nausea | Comfort Food | Dehydration

9. Pinned Down | Bruises | “Who did this to you?”

10. Shiver | Breathless | “I’m scared.”

11. Nightmares | Bedside Vigil | “I’m right here.”

12. Friendly Fire | Toxic | “Get away from me!”

13. Blurry Vision | Support | “I think I need to sit down.”

14. False Smile | Holding Back Tears | “I said I’m fine.”

15. Isolation | Flinching | “Do you trust me?”

16. Guilt | Shock | “I’m so sorry.”

17. Cry For Help | Self-Treatment | “I can’t do this.”

18. Abandoned | Escape Attempt | “Take me instead!”

19. Choking | Muffled Sobs | “I’m worried about you.”

20. Disoriented | Sensory Deprivation | “Where am I?”

21. Scars | Fracture | “It’s just a scratch.”

22. Sponge Bath | Infection | “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

23. Smoke | Bloodstains | Sharing Clothes

24. Secrets | Under Duress | “What have you done?”

25. Heart Racing | On the Run | “We’re being watched.”

26. Explosion | Short on Time | “I won’t leave you!”

27. Forced To Kneel | Grabbed by Collar | Stepped On

28. Bedridden | Semiconscious | Light Sensitivity

29. Surrender | Punishment | “Final warning.”

30. Holding Hands | Human Shield | “Don’t let go.”

Alternative Prompts:

If there’s a prompt above you don’t feel inspired or comfortable doing, you can switch it out with one of these alternatives!

1. Ice Pack

2. Ransom

3. Gaslighting

4. On the Edge

4. Waiting Room

5. Un/Forgiveness

6. Food Poisoning

7. Heat Exhaustion

8. Forced To Crawl

9. Mandatory Leave

10. Search and Rescue

11. “Don’t push me away.”

12. Words That Can’t Be Taken Back

13. “Let me know if you need anything.”

[edmundspevensea]

𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑

in which y/n is done with pregnancy, but jack comes to the rescue.

warnings; pregnancy, excessive vomiting, hospitals, make out session

Seven months ago, you were over the moon about having a baby. Jack and you had been trying for a bit before getting pregnant, and both of you had been ecstatic when you flipped the test over at 7:00 in the morning. You took three more just to be sure, and when those all came back positive, you and Jack both screamed so loudly that Luke had run into the bathroom with a baseball bat, ready to strike in case an intruder was present.

But that was seven months ago. Now eight months along, everything was killing you. Your feet hurt, your back hurt, and you had more heartburn than you had ever had over the span of your entire life, but that wasn’t the worst of it. In your first trimester, you had been diagnosed with hyperemesis gravidarum, also known as excessive morning sickness. While most usually get over morning sickness before the beginning of their second trimester, you were well into your third trimester and were still vomiting almost nonstop. You were extremely ready for the pregnancy to be over.

It was definitely scary. Earlier in the pregnancy, you had vomited so much that you had become extremely dehydrated. So dehydrated that you had passed out on the floor of the bathroom while Jack and Luke were at morning practice. When the two boys came home that day, they were greeted by an eerily quiet house. While Jack checked your guys’ bedroom for any trace of you, Luke found you face down on the cold tile of the bathroom. The next thing you knew, you woke up in a hospital bed with an IV in your arm, Jack’s hand holding yours, his worried eyes scanning over your frame. He never wanted to leave you alone after that accident, but you eventually managed to convince him that you’d be okay so that he wouldn’t take too much time away from his job.

In this moment, however, as you were lying on the couch with a bucket in your hand and the Devils game on the TV, you wish you hadn’t been able to do that. The boys had a home game against the Stars, and were down early on. They managed to tie the game up with goals from Nico and Graves, but that didn’t do you any favors. Currently, the boys were in the second overtime of the game and you were absolutely miserable. It was 11:00 PM and all you wanted was Jack. Your prayers were answered not a minute later when Marino scored, ending the game with a final score of 4-3.

Not even ten minutes later, you received a text from your boyfriend: see you soon baby. i love you.

You smiled slightly as you gripped the bucket closer and turned off the TV. All you wanted was the pregnancy to end and to be able to meet your sweet baby. But you knew he or she wasn’t coming for another month or so, and that made you want to cry. As much as you tried to hold it in, you simply couldn’t. Tears fell out of your eyes as all you could manage to focus on was the discomfort you were feeling. You were so done.

You were so worked up that you didn’t even hear the door open. When you finally noticed the figure dumping his shoes off at the front door, you sat up as quickly as you could and attempted to wipe your tears. The figure, whom you realized was Luke, gave you a look of sympathy before coming over to you and giving you a brotherly kiss on the top of your head, “Jacky’s just putting some of his gear away. I’ll go get him for you,” he whispered, cleaning up the empty water bottles you had finished shortly beforehand.

“Thank you, Lukey,” you sniffled. He nodded softly and went out to the garage to grab his older brother. You waited as patiently as you could for your boyfriend, who came inside with his younger brother on his trail. Luke went upstairs to his room as Jack slowly made his way towards you, his eyes gentle and his arms outstretched for you.

“Oh baby,” he cooed, gently pulling you into his strong arms as he sat down on the couch. You placed your head onto his shoulder as the tears began streaming down your face again, “tell me what’s going on.”

“I’m so done,” you cried, tearfully looking into your boyfriend’s eyes, “I can’t do it anymore, Jacky. The morning sickness is killing me, and I can’t deal with the heartburn any longer! And my feet hurt and my back hurts… and I can’t take it anymore! I just want our baby to be here!”

Jack looked at you sadly and placed a sweet, gentle kiss on the top of your head. He grabbed your chin softly and forced you to look him in the eyes, “I know baby, and I’m so sorry you have to feel this way. I want to meet our baby more than anything, but you’re doing an amazing job, sweetheart. I need you to know that, alright? Our baby is not going to have a more amazing mother than you. We just need to wait a little while longer.”

“But what if I’m not a good mother, Jack? What if I’m a terrible mother? I want to give our baby the best life possible but I’m terrified that I’m going to end up like my mother, and I—” you were cut off by an extremely passionate kiss on the lips. As cliche as it sounds, it seemed as if all your worries fluttered away at that moment. After a few seconds Jack pulled away, but you pulled him right back in. After worrying yourself sick for the past few hours, this was the one thing that was reassuring you.

After a pretty heavy, long-lasting make out session, Jack pulled away. Smirking, he whispered, “Feel better, sweetheart?”

You laughed quietly, “Much better.”

“Good,” Jack smiled, “Now, I’ve been thinking about names, and I think I have the perfect one if we have a little boy.”

This peaked your attention. You and Jack didn’t know what you were having yet, as you both agreed that you wanted to find out the sex of your baby at the birth, “Oh yeah? I want to hear it.”

He smiled again, this time even wider than last, “Ellis James. I figured that Ellis is close enough to Ellen and James is my dad’s first name, and I think it flows pretty well together. What do you think?”

You smiled, wrapping yourself around his left arm. Although you hadn’t come up with many names yet, you both agreed that you wanted your baby to be named after close friends and family, and Jack captured it perfectly, “I love it.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Speaking of, I have a name I love if we have a girl,” you whispered, peering into his beautiful eyes.

Jack raised his eyebrows at you, his face full of curiosity, “What is it?”

“Lucia Quinn,” you spoke up, looking at Jack for his reaction. When you saw his grin grow, you knew you could continue, “Obviously she’ll have Quinn’s name as her middle name, and Lucia is a female version of Luke, so we’ve got both of your brothers covered.”

“I love it.”

“Yeah?” you asked hopefully.

“Yeah.”

Boy, you couldn’t wait to have this baby. But, as opposed to the reasons you were thinking about earlier in the day, these new reasons were pretty good ones. That’s all you wanted. And as you focused on the look in Jack’s eyes, you knew that’s all he wanted too.

[enigma-and-oasis]

Yuuji Itadori: Ass Fixation

Aged-up! Yuuji Itadori (So that the sensitive ones do not cry wolf) @murderofravens I have seen your Yuuji posts of smut, so this may intrigue you.

Warnings: rimming, fingering, mentions of sex

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Yuuji Itadori is a man of wonder. A kind, compassionate, virtuous and easy-going guy with a straightforward and honest mouth. A guy that treats you like a princess with everything he does for you, to which Yuuji considers the bare minimum thanks to his unwavering love for you that towers like a raging inferno within his heart.

But...Yuuji is also a wolf in sheep's clothing. Obviously his perfect muscular physique, his attractive face and undercut pink hair, and sex appeal is far bigger than that of any man. You should have known sooner from the naked girl posters he once had decorating his room. He was a pervert, but the kind of pervert behind closed doors and did not shared this with you for fear of scaring you.

Yes, you lost your virginity to him, and the mind-blowing sex he gives you is pure euphoria, and you have seen him do the filthiest of things with you, to depriving you of oxygen from his kisses, the way his tongue would explore and claim your cavern, to the lovebites he leaves on your neck and sternum, to the countless gropes and smacks he leaves on your ass, and finally eating you out with fervor like a dehydrated man until you're cumming 2 or 3 (or 4) times before he pounds your velvety walls like an Alpha.

But other than your beauty, intelligence, heart, lips and womanhood that he loves, your ass is the one thing he worships the most. The way he'd have you on your stomach, praising you "good girl" and "fuck cutie, you're beautiful like this" before he kisses your globes, his tongue leaving wet trails all over them like ice cream he can just continue to taste. Then he dives in to your puckered rim and devours it like it'll disappear.

The gasps and moans you make from rimming you and worshipping your ass makes his cock twitch. Each time his tongue slides up your puckered hole, you shiver in pleasure, and you would feel his spit slicked mouth smirk as he continues his pleasurable ministrations on your ass. He'd leave you aching for more when he goes back to your ass globes, marking them with his teeth, and licking them, kissing them, groping them, spanking them. He does this while you're at his mercy, no thanks to his nigh-inhuman strength.

It's when he digs his skillful tongue inside your rim, does things get interested. Just like how he tongue fucks you in your pussy's velvety walls with suck velocity and filthyness, he has no shame doing the same to your back hole, not caring how nasty and how much saliva passes inside there as long as he can tongue fuck your hole for it to be fucked and bred by him as he as breeded you before.

He focuses on rimming you, while his calloused and long fingers enters your pussy, fingering you at the same time while your body submissively let's him. The tightening of your core and your rim hints at your building orgasm as saliva drips from your ass and your slick leaks down your legs in rivulets. He hits that spongy spot with his fingers that makes you reel, but that final tongue prodding in your ass is what makes you spiral upward and wither in his captive hold, squirting like a waterfall.

Yuuji switches go your core to lap up your slick he eagerly wants to taste while still keeping you upright on the wall. The sight of you falling apart from his tongue in your ass and his fingers in your pussy has him much more fired up to do it again as his neglected cock is still erect. The marks he leaves on your ass, alongside the wet trails of his tongue made him groan.

"Hey cutie," he rasps out, pressing a kiss to your ass once more, making you twitch, "can you be a good girl and give me one more? Pretty please?" His innocent question being a dichotomy to his debauchery actions. You barely get the chance to say "yes" until his tongue is sliding up your rim once again, making you arch your back and moan his name which has him smirking against your ass.

How can you say no to this man?

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I can definitely see Yuuji with an oral fixation kink and an ass fixation/ass worship kink who would also love anal rimming😝😝😍😋

[pbees]

Marechi!

[𝙐𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙣𝙨! 𝙓 [𝘽𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧!]

Part 1 ☆

WARNINGS!; future parts will contain Nsfw content!!

This part contains

- Blood

- Violence

- Self Harm [unintentionally ]

Want:

/𝘸ä𝘯𝘵,𝘸ô𝘯𝘵/

𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘰 (𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨); 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳.

⏝︶︶⏝︶ ୨୧ ︶⏝︶︶⏝

強くて美しい

  It was cold.

The blanket you had did not provide much warmth in the freezing temperatures. If you were to die here you would have no one else to blame but yourself- you should've known traveling this far from home would be dangerous, but the promise of a cash reward kept you blind-sighted.

The group you traveled with had called themselves the 'je te l'avais'. They came upon the docs of Nanets boasting about the "créature inquiétante du Japon"

[disturbing creature from Japan]

and promised a hefty cash reward for whoever helped them capture and find it. They said the creature was found in the waters of Japanese shores and would pull people under if they dare come through. The sarcastic tone the group used to boast about the commission piqued your interest making it seem as though it weren't true.

They seemed happier to receive gold than to believe such fictitious monsters existed- So you bought in. You were the last one needed in the party to carry out said commission, no more than a party boat was allowed to attend- either out of fear or greediness to keep their coin.

The boat approached the shore, and they bought a room to rest whilst they stayed in such a foreign place. It was 4 men and 4 women to keep the party equal, the entire sail they would not take what you said into consideration which already -irked you. The only reason you were still on the trip was for the gold, living in France may have been easier than the Americas for someone like you, but you were still largely hated by people you had know bearing with - so getting a job became harder.

After your mother had passed away you were left with debt- paid off with most of the furniture and jewelry she had left behind. You didn't want the house to be taken as well so you took it upon yourself to find any way to make money, you strongly refused to sell yourself to any of the bastard men here so you had to take on harder jobs than what the ladder provided.

'CHO-!"

Snot was now the warmest thing on your body funnily enough.

The feeling in your hands lessen by the second as the snow increased, the party had led you out here in the forest just to be murdered leaving you behind. Even to the end when you commented that they should head back because "they were losing sunlight" they ignored you- and when it seemed like they finally listened and started to head back they were attacked. Someone's head came clean off fresh sprays getting across a woman's face.

Another Woman seemingly flew into the air.

2 men were ripped apart and the last remaining few ran off their cries of "HELP!" being distant please before they too were cut off.

You were sticking out like a sore thumb amongst the group before, and now it had to be even worse. Stricken with fear you couldn't move, hyperventilating being your only call of fear. When you finally had the courage to move everyone was dead, no idea how it happened you tried to pull through. Looting their bodies for food and other small items it would be easy to carry you started to head back silently- but the snow started to pick up leaving you lost.

Once warm blood-soaked parts of your skin as you tried to make yourself warmer. You couldn't even bring yourself to cry in fear of dehydration as you heaved in place of a sob.

Why were you the only one left?

Why couldn't whatever "créature inquiétante" that ate them eat you?

Whatever the afterlife holds, if your mom were there would she laugh at you for such an unfulfilling and pitiful death? You couldn't even call yourself a coward because when you faced the threat you didn't cower frozen on the spot.

Placing one purple hand on the rock you were laying on you shouted ripping your dry lips.

"IT'S NOT FAIR!- I WANT TO LIVE- I want to live my life the way My mother wished!" you coughed watching blood fall from your cracked lips. Standing up on frozen shaky legs you got 2 steps ahead before falling on your face the feeling gone from both feet.

The last thing you remember before your vision finally blurred out was black pants squatting down toward you, you couldn't see what he was doing before you grabbed onto his pants leg and heaved out your final.

"𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦"

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𝘕𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘴; is a City in France

'Je te l'avais; Means "I told you-"

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Authors note: Dammmmn I've gotta learn NOT to write on docs the whole time. It doesn't convert my italicized font so the italicized font looks super silly right now😭

-super short future parts will be longer no worries

[gilears]

scattered ep 2 thoughts

the end of that battle literally broke the its so over were so back pendulum

watching the bad kids do combat has me understanding people who watch sports

i know what im writing this weeks coda fic about:)

coming home scenes had me in tears. i am so sad about fabian. where is cathilda. why is gilear so weird i feel like hes not himself. why is he not concerned w saying goodbye to fig before he leaves for a year

riz scene weeping. weeping. hes everything to me. this is great setup for the aroace reveal i know in my heart is coming later this season

GORGUG SCENE SO WHOLESOME AND THEN HELP!????? WE WERE ALL EXPECTING THE TRACKERBEES BREAKUP BUT WE WERE NOT EXPECTING THE GORGUG ZELDA BREAKUP.

the girls birthday cake. im going to be clinically dehydrated from all this crying

“me and riz have a plan” i know another fic i am writing.

kristens listless directionlesness of being lost in life. shut the fuck up shut the fuck UP i already have riz to relate too much to. im not strong enough for this

all the new art is so fucking good.

AYDA ON VACATION. AYDA FOSSIL ART. SOMEONE SEDATE ME!

no offense to brennan but aelwyn is 4 months out of a year in an orb that girl is not a middle school teacher and she is NOT living on her own. she is disabled and she has cptsd. respectfully i will be ignoring canon on this one 💗

SQUEEM ALIVE NOT CLICKBAIT???????

im going to be sick this was so good and ao much anyone else weeping because of how much they love the bad kids

[happyocelot]

send me an au and i’ll give you 5+ headcanons about it 😊

NaruHina - SpyAU

NaruHina - space travel AU

Thanks! I came up with these in a few minutes. Hope you like!

NaruHina - Spy AU

1. Naruto and Hinata are both spies from the same spy training academy but Naruto sucks at being a spy. He is the clumsiest and insists on wearing this eye-bleeding shade of orange whenever he's on a mission and naturally doesn't do a good job of blending in. He has a complex about being the best spy EVER and shouts this out loud...a lot. Again, so many covers blown, so many times.

Hinata is so quiet, she blends in with the furniture and no one notices her, so she's much better at the job than Naruto. A higher-up (Kakashi? Tsunade? I think both...) decides to rein in Naruto and hopefully salvage any missions he's on, and assigns Hinata as his partner.

2. This backfires HORRIBLY...because Hinata has been in love with Naruto for years and becomes a clumsy mess around him too.

3. Naruto and Hinata are assigned to infiltrate the criminal group Akatsuki, and Naruto is so over-the-top about being the best spy dattebayo that no one in the group believes he is a real spy...refuge in audacity works for him. Hinata is also assumed to be a harmless little thing ("why are you even in a criminal group?") and gathering info is pretty easy for her.

4. Against all odds and with the help of inside agent Itachi, they successfully bust the criminal gang.

5. They get married with Naruto wearing a bright orange tuxedo and Hinata wearing a bright orange wedding gown. Naruto's former teacher Iruka is crying in joy that his beloved student is getting married and also crying in rage that he insisted on a bright orange theme for the wedding.

NaruHina - Space Travel AU

Astronaut Naruto forces the space travel director Kakashi to give astronauts dehydrated space ramen and furthermore to make that everyone's meal all the time. The other astronauts in the program hate him.

It proves a hit with the general public. Dehydrated ramen sales have never been higher. Naruto accidentally started a cult around dehydrated space ramen.

He tries to moon walk and trips.

He suggests a trip to Mercury or perhaps Venus on a TV talk show and is gently reminded that humans would die if they ever went to those planets. Not to be dissuaded, he begins suggesting trips to Neptune, Pluto, and the Andromeda Galaxy.

One day, scanning the newspaper, his eyes catch a headline, "Young lady beats astronaut's record for most dehydrated cup ramen consumed in one sitting." He makes it his mission to track her down. Then begins a whole other story...

[en-chi-la-da]

general animal death talk below

last night my dog sissy finally passed away

when i say finally i don't mean it like "god FINALLY i've been WAITING for her to GO already", i mean it like, i've been expecting it. "she's a tiny elder dog so i shouldn't be surprised when it happens", it's happening > it happened > time goes on. she's lived a long life, a solid 21 years (her birthday is in january) which was way longer than i was expecting her to go to be honest (although it is the estimated lifespan for the chihuahua breed WHATEVER) she was a strong little geezer. never broke a bone, rarely got sick, it felt like she was indestructible, looking back on it all.

unfortunately, she did get sick once again, so it actually wasn't from her old age catching up to her (again, that's what i expected to happen). she became lethargic and weak, very hot, was not eating/drinking or getting up to use the bathroom, when she did it was only to pee, and lots of sleeping. when we got her checked out she was dehydrated, ran over 103-degree F fever, and they told us that after an ultrasound they had found some cysts that had developed in her lower body (her digestive tract i believe). they said her body was trying to fight off an infection, most likely from the cysts, but they couldn't tell if they were cancerous or not or if one of them had popped or something. in the end, she wasn't looking good.

long term, we would've had to pay for numerous tests and surgeries for them to figure out what exactly was affecting her and try to treat her, although with her current state and how old she was, the vet estimated that most likely, her body wouldn't be able to handle all of that. short term, the quality of life route, we administer painkillers for a predetermined amount of time until she passes on her own or we run out. or, euthanization right there in the clinic. i saw no point in the medicine, why try to keep her around, just so we could watch her continue to suffer in her own bed? so she could keep not drinking or eating? so the infection could keep spreading? so i could end up one day coming home to find her dead body? horrible and ugly and the last thing i want to remember her by.

it felt like the best course of action, all things considered. she gets to pass painlessly, and i get to say goodbye and hold her in my arms one last time. honestly, i hadn't even started crying until it was over. when i felt her stop breathing and the vet confirmed that her heart had stopped. sure, at this point i had already accepted the fact that she was dying, there's not much we could do about it without hurting her more, it's the cycle of life, it was her time to go, i knew it was going to happen eventually - still, despite everything i was telling myself, to just get through it, for her sake - all my feelings in that moment still hit me like a truck. never before had she felt so small.

her life and her death will remain with me for the rest of mine, and i can only hope to see her again one day, but not for a long, long time.

i'm okay now, for the moment. honestly, ive just been rewatching all the videos i have of her, continuing to think of her and remembering her life with me. all that's left is to let the grieving process pass, i suppose. this is the last pic i got of sissy - this was from only a day before she started getting sick, can you believe that? i have others of her obviously, but this one i'm more comfortable with sharing.

on 4-15-2024 i said goodbye to the strongest chihuahua i've ever known and had the pleasure of raising 💖 may she rest in peace! :')

[not-a-space-alien]

K&J x MMSS 4: Valen & Jim Part 1

In the interest check poll @whumpsday and I put out, Valen rescues Jim AU was the winner and arranged marriage AU was a close second, so we decided to make those two 4 and 5!

See here for the blurb summarizing it. If you want to be added to the taglist, contact @whumpsday

This one is less dark than 3 was, but do heed the warnings on individual chapters

K&J masterlist

MMSS masterlist

K&J x MMSS crossover masterlist

Here it is, crossover #4! This one starts with Jim, mid-escape from Kane, running into Valen during the day. This would take place as an alternate timeline to K+J #22 Out. On the MMSS side, this would be pre-story, set well before chapter 1. Valen has not even moved to human territory yet, and is living separated from Priscus.

Part 1

Content/content warnings: Escape from captivity, dehydration and hunger, ticks, generally things associated with escape through the woods.

Day two of Jim’s escape is going a lot slower than day one.

He doesn't have the energy to break into little sprints anymore. In fact, it's all he can do to keep going at all. Dragging his scratched-up feet, stumbling forward however he can, even as his exhausted, dehydrated body screams at him to stop.

His head pounds. His throat is dry. His lungs burn. His legs are made of lead. His lips are cracked. His back itches with ticks.

But he has to keep going.

As he moves forward, he spots a figure clad in black, bent over examining something on the ground. He stops cold. Given the sun high in the sky excluding vampires and his firm placement in vampire territory excluding humans, for just a moment, he wonders if he’s finally succumbed and it's the reaper here to take him away.

But no. Jim quickly realizes the garb is to protect a vampire from the sun. A vampire. He's not safe. Like an idiot, he gasps, stumbling back with the snap of a branch other than the one he clutches tight.

The figure clad in black jerks their head up at the sound. The vampire turns around, head sweeping the landscape, but their eyes pass right over Jim a few times. It takes a moment to realize why: even with the lenses of the mask blocking out the sun, this vampire still can't see very well.

Jim freezes like a deer in headlights, aside from his violent trembling. The vampire isn't moving. They're not coming for him. His heart pounds as hard as his head, and much faster. As if he could even run in this state, as if running would be useful against a vampire. His grip is white-knuckled around his stick, eyes wide with terror.

Please please please please please.

The vampire reaches one gloved hand up towards the mask, grabbing the beak of it and slowly lifting it, revealing the lower half of their face, still shaded from the sun due to the angle. Even across the distance Jim can see the mouth fall open, the fangs exposed, tasting the air, nostrils flaring. Smelling for him.

He's fucked. He's so fucked.

Jim raises his broken stick. It trembles in the air, hands unsteady with fear and weakness. He would cry if he had any moisture left in him.

"Please," he rasps, his throat impossibly dry. "Please, I just wanna go home. Please don't take me back, I'll do anything. Please, please, please."

The vampire's ears twitch as he speaks, and they lower the mask back down and make a beeline for him.

Jim shrieks, trying to jab with his stick, but his head is swimmy, and his hands are uncoordinated and slow.

The vampire stops just outside stabbing range. "Good heavens. Are you all right?"

"No!” Jim cries, backing away. "Please, sir. Please don't make me go back, I just, I just wanna go home. Please please please, I can't go back, I can't, please let me go home!"

The vampire does not move any closer. "Go back where? Where on earth did you come from? Are you lost?"

Jim considers his options. If he's truthful, he'll be taken back to Kane. Kane will shatter his ankles, he might never walk again, never be able to escape, and it'll hurt horribly. Maybe forever.

But if he doesn't? He'll end up with some other vampire. And any other vampire will have persuasion. He'll lose his mind, his entire self.

He was so stupid. He never should have ran. Should have counted himself lucky as vampire victims go and stayed put, Kane’s meal forever. Now all his options are worse.

Jim sinks to his knees. Running is useless now, anyway. "Please. Just, just wanna go home. Human territory. I'm not lost. I just gotta go." He shakily points east, despite his increased worries on if he could even physically make it. The scars on his neck make themselves clear as he turns, more prominent than the scratches covering his bare torso. "Please let me go, sir. Please, I'm begging you."

The vampire cocks his head, looks east where Jim had pointed, looks at the scars on his neck.

Valen kneels down, to get eye-to-eye with Jim again. "You're in quite bad shape. Are you sure you can make it all the way to the border on your own?"

The vampire’s voice is soft and compassionate. Jim hasn't been spoken to that way in a long, long time. He sobs drily, his hope crumbling to dust under the soft words. "N-no. I'm not. I d-don't know what else to do. Please, I'm scared. I can't go back. He's going to hurt me. Please."

Valen slowly reaches out and puts a hand on Jim's arm. "Why don't you come to my place for a bit, and I'll get you some water and food and real shoes, and then I'll escort you to the border, hm? Does that sound nice?" 

Jim can't believe what he's hearing. There's no way it's true, that this vampire would help him like that, right?

But he's offering him water. Jim would do anything for water at this point. Even if it means he's still food instead of a person. At least he'll be alive.

"Yeah. It- it sounds really nice." He drops his stick, defeated. "Please can I have water?"

"Of course." Valen wishes he'd brought some with him to offer this human, but it's the norm for vampires to get all the water they need from their feedings. "What's your name, sir?"

Jim is utterly bewildered by the vampire calling him sir in return. "Jim. Jim Lieberman. Um, what's yours?" he asks nervously, aware that this man is his new master. At least he seems kinder than Kane- for now.

"Valen Kithrara. Or perhaps I should start going by my maiden name again." He sounds perturbed for a moment. "Well, why don't you let me carry you, since you seem in no state to be fit to walk on your own for much longer."

"Thank you, sir." This is a clean slate... kind of. Valen knows he's tried to escape. But maybe if he's respectful from the beginning, uses the titles and doesn’t talk back and shows the respect Kane always demanded, he won't be hurt too badly. "I'll behave. So, so you don't need to discipline me. I'll be good."

Jim can't see Valen smiling behind the mask, but he's a bit bemused by Jim's phrasing. Discipline me. Valen doesn't plan to keep this human around for longer than a day or two, so is it worth trying to correct the way he speaks and thinks of the situation? He seems quite beaten down--who knows how long he'd lived as someone else's captive, and how deeply ingrained that is? Might as well at least try....

Valen takes his hand and helps him to his feet. "I won't be disciplining you because I'm not your superior, please understand. Now, I imagine it might be most comfortable for you to simply climb onto my back, hm?" He turns around and crouches slightly so he can give Jim a piggy back ride.

Valen's going hard on this gonna-let-you-go bit. Jim lets himself hope a little that it might be true. Maybe he really will get to go home. Maybe this guy is just nice.

He climbs onto Valen's back, tense. Contact means pain, and it makes him nervous. But so far, this is good. He's gonna get water. "Okay. Thank you. I'd probably die out here if you didn't help, so, thank you. For saving my life and all."

"You're quite welcome. I like to hope that if I were ever in need like you, a stranger would help me out the same way." He scoots his arms up Jim's legs, to secure him. "Hold on, now."

Valen runs. Jim has never experienced running this fast before, only when Kane ran after him that fast. And he runs tirelessly, barely breaking a sweat even as they cross all the distance into the city--erasing all the distance Jim had put between himself and vampire civilization far, far faster than he'd managed it.

The streets, sidewalks, shops, cars--they're all utterly empty, standing vacant and abandoned in the high sun, like something out of an apocalyptic movie. It drives home just how strange it is that Valen is out at this time of day.

Through his dehydrated stupor, Jim realizes only when it's too late that he could have had a good chance at getting away, if he'd tried. It's day, this vampire was out in the day for some reason. All he'd have had to do would be to knock his mask off and run.

But Valen is nice so far, and offered him water. And might let him go anyway. And he probably would have died before making it to the border. So maybe it's worth it.

Valen runs directly down the center of the road, coming to an apartment complex. He lets Jim down at the front door. "Well, this is where I live. How are you doing?

Jim stumbles unsteadily. "Bad," he admits. "Doing bad. Thank you. Can I have water please?"

Valen clicks his tongue. "Of course, Jim. We're almost there. Just hang in a bit longer."

Valen helps him limp through the entryway and to the elevator, going up to his floor. His keys jingle as he unlocks his apartment, opening the door into the dimness. The apartment is normal, not like Kane's mini-mansion. Maybe Valen's just a normal person, as far as vampires go.

"Here, sit here." Valen pulls out a chair from the table, then goes to the sink and draws a cold glass of water from the faucet, coming over and handing it to Jim.

Jim gulps the water down like he'll die if he doesn't have it in him right now, finishing it quickly. He sets the glass down with a relieved sigh. "Can I have more, sir?" he asks hopefully, looking to Valen with pleading eyes.

"Of course, you can have as much as you want. You are free to get up and get it yourself, but it looks like you might keel over if I don't get it for you." He goes and gets another glass for Jim.

Jim downs the whole glass before replying. "Thank you. You can... you can drink next," he offers reluctantly. As much as he hates it, he knows his blood is all he has to pay with.

Valen furrows his brows. He is quite thirsty from being out in the heat all day. "Um, all right." Maybe Jim is one of those people who like eating and drinking together? It's sweet, so why not indulge him.

He goes into the fridge and comes out with a blood pack, then sits down next to Jim. He takes his mask off, revealing his sweaty face. Valen has been taking testosterone for a while now, and his voice has deepened, but it's probably still a bit obvious from his soft face that he's transgender. He slips his gloves off, flopping them over the table, and bites into the blood pack, sipping it next to Jim. He realizes too late Jim had probably expected Valen to drink from his neck, but by then the moment has passed, so he doesn't backtrack. 

Jim watches with relief as Valen takes blood from his own supply instead of biting into him. He gets up to get a third glass by himself, downing it just as fast, and then a fourth. He waits a little before drinking this one, remembering something about how drinking too much too fast after dehydration can be bad for you.

He eyes Valen curiously. His soft face, no scowl etched into his features like Kane's. He's heard of blood packs before, he knows Kane used to drink those before kidnapping him, but he's never seen one in person. He doesn't wanna think about where it comes from.

His grip around his glass tightens as he realizes that Valen probably isn't bullshitting. If he intended to keep him, he'd drink from him, not grab a pack.

"You're really gonna let me go?" Jim asks softly, letting himself hope for real, dropping the overly-respectful sir. "Just outta the kindness of your heart or whatever?"

Valen's heart breaks that Jim finds this so hard to believe. "Of course." He gestures around. "As you can see, I don't even have anywhere to keep you here, even if I wanted to."

Tears spring to Jim's eyes. "Thank you. Thank you so, so much, man. God." He sips at his fourth glass. "I get to go home. Holy shit. Holy shit, thank you. What were you doing out there in the day lookin' like Death, anyway? Thought you were there to carry me to the other side for a second." 

Valen laughs and flushes in an embarrassed way. "I was actually looking for a species of mushroom that appears to be optimal for harvesting during the day. I think everyone would question my sanity if word got out that I was braving the sun for that."

"Well, I'm glad you did. 'Cause otherwise I'd be dead." Jim says with a little nervous laugh. "Um, I know you've already done a lot, but can I ask you a favor? You know stuff about, like, nature then, right? I've kinda got a bug problem. Buncha ticks decided I wasn't done being a meal while I was sleeping."

"Oh, yes of course. Dreadful creatures. Turn around and sit backwards on the chair."

Valen goes into the bathroom and comes out with a pair of tweezers and a bottle of rubbing alcohol. He pulls a chair up behind Jim

"You're a damn saint." Jim finishes his glass, wipes his eyes, and sits like Valen told him to.

Valen starts pulling the ticks out with tweezers, dropping them into a jar of alcohol. "You'll want to take this with you and give it to someone at the hospital when you get back. They should be able to identify what species they are and figure out if they may have transmitted any diseases to you. Oh, is there anyone you'd like to call? You can use my phone if you'd like."

Jim jolts at the offer. "Yes please! Yes, I'd love to call someone, thanks so much!" Oh god, he's going to get to talk to Liz again. "I can't believe this is actually happening."

When Valen finishes with his back, Jim thanks him and rushes to the phone, dialing his home number.

The phone rings for a while. "Hello?" Liz answers sleepily.

"Liz. It's me." Jim breaks out in a huge, sunshiney smile. "I'm coming home."

"Jim?! Oh my god, what? Where are you? Are you okay?" she asks, the drowsiness gone from her voice.

"Yeah, I'm actually still in vampire territory, but I'm okay. I'll be home soon. Like, tonight or tomorrow night. Whenever Valen- there's a vampire helping me get out, whenever he takes me. I got away. Are you okay?" Jim asks. "Were you asleep? It's the middle of the day."

"Yeah, I'm okay now." She sounds like she's crying. "I got a night job."

The two spend a while catching up, Jim all smiles. He doesn’t want to go, he wants to keep Liz on the line until the second they have to leave, but he knows this has to be expensive given it’s an international call. They eventually hang up with an exchange of I-love-yous.

Jim turns to Valen and hugs him. "Thank you. Thank you so much."

Valen melts into the hug. He loves hugs, and it's been a while since he got one from someone other than his husband...whose hugs he didn't always enjoy. "Oh," he says, voice cracking, feeling overwhelmed. "You're, you're welcome." He doesn't disengage until Jim pulls away, holding it probably longer than is expected.

Jim pats him on the back and pulls away with a huge grin. "Seriously, you have no idea. Fucker said he'd shatter my ankles if he caught me trying to run a third time. Thought I'd never get to go home again. I dunno what I could do for you, but if you ever need a favor, I'm your guy for life. Not literally, haha. I'm free!" he giggles.

"May I ask about who it was who took you? I'm curious, I've never seen a, well...it's typical that after a long period of captivity, a human won't be as...lucid as you. Did the vampire who fed on you not use persuasion? Or were you not with them long?"

Jim's smile wavers. So far, Valen's been nothing but kind, but he barely knows the guy. Kane's got a lot of money, and Jim knows he has reasons to want him back aside from just food- he said his reputation would be on the line, the little there was of it. Jim knows he'd offer a reward for his discreet return.

"Um, yeah, didn't use persuasion," he says vaguely, dodging the question and hoping Valen doesn't notice. "I was there five years. No persuasion."

Valen notices, but knows that it's probably a touchy subject and he might not want to talk about it, so he drops it. He twiddles his hands. "Five years....That sounds so difficult. I'm sorry you went through that. Truly. No one should have to suffer through that. Um... Regarding when you should be going back, if you want to leave as soon as possible, I can get you some shoes and a water bottle, and we can go back out as soon as you're done resting here. But if you wanted to wait a little while, I can get you some food when the shops reopen after sunset."

Jim really wants to get home as soon as possible, but he's also really hungry, and he'll still have to do a lot of walking after he gets to the border. He has to be practical, or he might end up in just as bad a spot as he was in when Valen found him.

"Yeah, that'd be great, actually. I haven't eaten in a day and a half. That's like, five missed meals. And I could use the charge-up time before trekking again anyway. My legs feel like jelly. And thanks. It was... difficult." His voice breaks a little.

Valen gives him an encouraging smile and pats his shoulder. "Well, it's over now. I won't let any harm come to you as long as you're with me. Would you like to come with me to the store? I can pick out food for you, but it might be more effective for you to be there to advise what to buy."

"Yeah, that sounds awesome!" After not leaving Kane's house for 2 years, he'd love to get out a bit, especially if he's got Valen to protect him. "I'd offer to cook something for you, but guess that wouldn't work. Mind if I nap on your couch? I'm kinda beat, and this is usually when I'd be sleeping. Guess you're on a mushroom schedule."

"Absolutely!" Valen seems delighted to have someone here to dote on. He piles blankets on the couch and offers Jim changes of clothes--although they quickly discover that Valen is a few sizes smaller than Jim, so they can't find as many things that fit him as they like.

Jim cozies up on the couch in Valen's clothes, quickly succumbing to exhaustion, feeling safer than he has in a long time.

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well it's love, make it hurt - chapter thirteen

well it's love, make it hurt series

thirteen: there's one thing I can do nothing about

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dom!Din Djarin x sub!f!reader

Words: 2k

Summary: you grapple with the aftermath.

Warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings, discussions of genocide, the purge of mandalore, descriptions of grief, survivor's guilt, suicidal ideations, vomit (no description, just mentioned), angst

also on ao3

dividers by @saradika

4 ABY - Spring

The hunter says something more, but you don’t hear it. You see his lips move under his greasy mustache, but you may as well be underwater.

You can breathe about as well, too.

Everything throbs. Your skin. The lights.

Your room is dark. You aren’t sure how you got there. You’re standing in the middle, datapad still clenched in both hands.

Something’s wrong.

You barely make it to the bin in time.

When you finally peel yourself off the floor, dried sweat like cement, it’s dark. Your vent is shut, and no moonlight creeps between the slats. You’re confused, for a moment, about why you’re there, until you vomit again and are grateful that your earlier self had the sense to stay put. You try to return the favor by lying back down.

You think you sleep. It’s a hazy thing, too close to waking to dream.

You’ll long for that soon. But for now, your brain seems content to shelter you while your body handles… whatever it’s handling.

Your head hurts more when you try to think about it, so you don’t, hopeful that the bug will pass and you’ll feel better soon.

When you wake, the room is bathed in the orange evening suns, sliding through the vent to cover you in bars, like a cell. You drag durasteel-heavy limbs until they’re somewhat where they should be and push to stand. Darkness swells, and you almost end up back on the ground.

Water, you think, desperate instincts clawing to the surface. You’ve survived twenty years on your own; your body isn’t about to let you die.

As you grab the canteen from your nightstand and drink, you backtrack that thought. It’s sitting wrong.

Oh, right. Twenty years alone, and another year with—with…

You don’t hear the glug of the water spilling from the canteen over the sound of your empty stomach trying valiantly to exit your body. You don't make it to the bin, that time.

It takes two more days for you to cry.

In one of the moments where you’re worn down, when the tears have eroded you and then shriveled away, you think I should have gone with him. Not to Taanab. You should have insisted on staying on the Crest.

It’s not delusions of heroism. It’s something much more alluring, something that threatens to eat you up and never let you go.

An idle thought that pulls you to shore. You wish it hadn’t, because you wouldn’t have had to suffer it. But somewhere in the back of your mind, something tells you that line of thought is disrespecting yourself, thereby disrespecting him.

To your fractured mind, weak with hunger and dehydration, reeling still from when you had broken it, it makes sense. The sincerity of it, beyond its original context, sits in your heart and urges it to keep beating.

It’s disrespectful, not because of who he was to you, but to his—to his memory.

The last bit takes you a while to swallow.

Food takes longer.

After a few more days, you run out of rations from your pack. Ones leftover from the Crest that you had stowed away for an emergency. There weren’t many, and you couldn’t get them down without water.

Eventually, you moved your camp to the fresher, where you could hit the cold faucet if you had the right angle and shove your canteen under the flow.

Made it easier when your scant meals came back up, too.

You knock on the wall until your neighbor Krista comes over, pissed. She actually physically recoils when she finds you in your blanket heap.

“Girl, what is wrong with you?”

“Sick,” you say. It’s not a lie. Not really. “Credits in the nightstand. Food please.”

She takes pity on you, and you can’t even be mad about it because you’re feeling pretty pathetic. She sticks her head back in after fetching the money.

“I’ll run out and grab you something, but, uh. It’s fucking disgusting out there.”

Kriff. You forgot you had gotten sick on the floor. But that’s as much energy as you can muster to care, so you rest your head on the cold metal wall and close your eyes.

Krista brings you a selection of bland foods and a tonic to help with the nausea. Then she says you’re on your own because there’s no way she’s coming back in here. “Don’t die, or whatever.”

It’s another week before you can leave the room. It’s not easier, exactly, each day. It’s more like your body gets its shit together so your brain can have a turn fucking up. You autopilot through showering, brushing your teeth, and cleaning the sick off every surface.

And you cry. A lot. Sometimes, it’s a catastrophic event where you can’t breathe, can’t stop the awful keening that rips your throat, can’t feel anything but agony. Sometimes, you’re the catastrophic event. You break things. You dig your nails into your skin and squeeze. You throw everything in the room against a wall.

Most of the time, though, it’s just a fact. You’re on Nevarro. You’re alive. There are tears in your eyes. It’s more of a state of being than a physical phenomenon.

In the weeks that come, you hate yourself for it. Falling apart because a man you had already left had died. It makes it easier to berate yourself into coldness. You like to lie to yourself and say you weren’t waiting for him, anyway. You were just saving credits to leave.

And you do.

The first time you leave the room is the last. You get it neat and clean and pack the few possessions that survived your wrath.

You go down to the cantina and are glad that no one you know is there. You approach the first hunter at the bar and ask if they have a ship.

When they say yes, you hand them a stack of credits and ask if it’s enough for passage.

When you leave, it’s been just over a month since you decided to stay.

4 ABY - Summer

“We’re running low on credits and supplies,” the Armorer says from the co-pilot seat. From your seat, Din thinks.

He nods. They had been hopping from port to port, just a few of them on the Crest. The others would lay low, ships parked in abandoned places, and wait while Din went into a town and bought only as much as he conspicuously could. Fuel was even harder to obtain.

“It would be more efficient and practical to find a permanent location,” she says. She pulled up the star map on his holoprojector. “Somewhere with a guild location. I assume you are prepared to return to work?”

“Yes,” he says, though he feels adrift among the stars. Mandalore and her people are gone, the remains scattered throughout the galaxy. As far as they know, they’re the largest group of survivors. Five on the Crest, including the Armorer and himself. And twelve ships, with ten Mandalorians each, trailing behind them. Half of them are younglings.

“Why do you have a hair pin?” Paz says. “Been bringing whores back?”

Din looks up sharply. He doesn’t answer right away, flipping through possible excuses. He seizes a distraction. “Open it.”

Paz flicks it open and recognizes the serrated edge, the sharpened tip.

“I worked with another hunter on a few bounties,” Din says, stomach churning but his voice steady. “Dropped her off at a port before I came home. Must have left it.”

He wants to snatch it from Paz’s hands so he can hide it away with the hints of you. He had pried open a panel in the bunk and stowed them away from the wandering eyes of his vod.

He would give them back to you when he got to Nevarro.

He had tried to leave a message, tried to let you know it would be longer, but he would still come back to you, but the protocol droid who took the comm said they wouldn’t hold a holo for anyone. He had some choice words in response, during which the line was cut.

Around his vod, he feels ill for thinking of you with the scale of all they had lost. But it didn’t extinguish your absence. It was just another piece of him missing. Maybe he’d feel less like a hollowed-out helmet piloting an empty suit of armor, as alive as a droid, if he had you to hold at night.

He’ll find it, whenever Paz gets bored and sets it down. It’s your last one, he’s sure it will be missed. He’s less sure he will be.

“Cantonica is too close,” the Armorer says, drawing his and Paz’s attention back. “Tatooine too risky.”

“What about Batuu?” Paz says.

“That could work,” the Armorer says. “The Empire isn’t likely to travel as far as wild space to find us.”

“It still has a fairly popular port,” Din says. He’s sweating, and his heart is ticking too fast. “I’ve never seen it myself.”

The Armorer hums and resumes studying the map.

“What about Nevarro?” she asks.

Din’s heart skips a beat. He swallows the bile before it climbs too far. “It’s mostly abandoned. Many hunters come and go from there, but beyond the main city, it’s mostly mountains and lava fields.”

“Caves surrounded by lava,” Paz says. “Could be defensible. Hard for the average trooper to reach.”

“Then we shall scout it out. Return to town to stock up for the others.”

“Yes, alor,” Din says, grateful for an excuse to depart immediately before their visors pick up his escalating vitals.

As soon as they land, he leaves the Armorer and Paz to scout under the guise of meeting with the guildmaster to see if there will be enough work.

When he slides into the booth across from Karga, he scans the cantina thrice over for a trace of you. He has to clench his fists to keep from seizing the man by his lapels and shaking him. But Karga doesn’t know who Din is, so he tries to do what he must for his people.

“I’m looking for work. Consistent work.”

“You’re in luck!” Karga grins. It’s off, like he’s hiding something. Or he’s just nervous, Din realizes, as Karga chuckles weakly.

The man leans in and says, in a low but not quiet voice, “I have to ask, are you a real Mandalorian?”

“Yes. How many bounties do you have?”

Karga leans back. Gestures to a droid for a drink. “Many. If you’re as good as they say, you’ll be swimming in credits.”

Din grinds his teeth. He doesn’t appreciate the way Karga seems to want to make a show of this.

“How many can I have right now?”

“Well, that depends. I’ll have to get you in the system and pull up your records.”

“I’m in your system. I’ve returned bounties here before.”

“Fantastic! Let me get one of my assistants to get you sorted.”

“No. You will do it.”

Karga raises an eyebrow. No one seems to notice the brief showdown, which he’s thankful for, as he caves to the Mandalorian quickly. He pulls out his datapad and pulls up the file.

Din is less of a patient man, now, but still, he waits. He waits until he has three bounty pucks in his hand and the promise of more if he’s quick about it.

“When I was here last, I was accompanied by another hunter. She stayed here to work with you. Where can I find her?”

“Who?” Karga asks.

Din gives him your name. Karga studies him carefully, sipping from his glass.

“There are a great many hunters who work with me. I can’t say I remember.” He hadn’t given the girl any thought since she took off, but he does remember being irritated that she disappeared without notice, leaving him with a vacant room to rent.

The Mandalorian rattles off your chain code. Karga raises an eyebrow. He had seen many hunter-hunter relationships turn violent, and besides, “It would be against the code for me to give you information about another member.”

When the Mandalorian snarls and stands, Karga’s two guards have their blasters aimed in a flash. For a moment, Greef thinks the hunter is about to cause a scene.

“I’ll tell you this, as a favor to a new friend. She wasn’t here long and didn’t say anything when she left.”

Din turns sharply and stomps out of the cantina.

Karga helps himself to a refill.

*title from "New American Classic" by Taking Back Sunday

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pairing: bad boy bf!hyuck x (implied fem!) reader

genre: fluff, slight angst, party!AU, bad boy!AU, established relationship!AU, college!AU

warnings: alcohol consumption, reader gets drunk and throws up, hyuck has family problems + mentions of family feuds

word count: 610 words

a/n: AHAHA lets pretend i didnt dip for a month and that this was totally planned writing and not made on a whim in the bathroom GREAT anw . i think i'll be pretty inactive for the next few months bc school has been A BITCH and my mental health completely deteriorated aha. ANW ENJOY

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The alcohol in your system is too much.

bad boy!donghyuck can tell as well, just at a glance of how your eyes droop sleepily, and how you sway slightly with a grimace. It's thrown you over the edge in just a second, as your stomach churns and you throw a hand over your mouth.

Donghyuck instantly follows you as your feet stumble across the room, bumping into all the dancing people in the party, hopefully leading you to the nearest bathroom. He knows what's about to happen next, and is definitely ready. He makes sure he's ready by throwing his cigarette away, shifting closer towards you.

Alas, you have found your way into a bathroom, throwing the door open as you stumble onto your knees next to the toilet bowl. You don't even seem to notice how Donghyuck closes the door, before kneeling next to you to aid you through your experience.

The next thing you know, you're throwing up. Your fingers grip at the toilet bowl and your face scrunches up at the extremely u comfortable feeling, coughing a few times.

However, what comes next isn't so uncomfortable, if anything, it's so very comforting, as Donghyuck has one hand gliding up and down your back, his other sweeping your hair from your face.

His gentle coos follow as you once again start throwing up into the bowl, mumbling words of encouragement into your ear. "That's it, let it all out," He whispers, "I've got you, pretty girl,"

After about 4 and a half minutes of sitting by the bowl, trying to focus with your mind spinning like crazy, you seem to sober up a lot more, wiping at your mouth as you slump against the wall.

"Sorry you had to go through-" you pause, gesturing to yourself up and down, "-all this. I know how excited you were for this party."

The sour scrunch of your eyebrows loosen when Donghyuck runs his thumbs gently over them, shaking his head with a small smile. "Don't apologize, baby, I was excited because you were coming along with me,"

And suddenly, you have the immense urge to cry. It seems too late for you to stop that, as tears start to form at the corner of your eyes, and you seem to gravitate towards your lover with a pout.

Donghyuck instantly catches you in his arms, cradling your head into his shoulder. "Hey, hey, don't cry! You're gonna get dehydrated!" You nod instead of answering with words, burying yourself deeper into his embrace as he coaxes you into relaxing and breathing steadily. You unconsciously sync your breathing with the strokes of his hand on your back, kissing your skin in between such loving phrases.

"You're really good at this," You comment, after noticing how your headache had almost instantly disappeared.

Donghyuck smiles at your words, his hold tightening around you gently. "I learned from my father while my mom was pregnant with my sister, and then I had to do it when my mom as a drunk,"

You grimace at the thought of resurfacing his broken memories of his troubled family, immediately retracting from his hold. "Shit, I'm sorry for-" "I just said don't apologize!" Donghyuck hollers out before you could finish. "I swear baby, all I care about right now is you, okay?"

He can finally smile once you nod, taking your face into his hold. Donghyuck's fingers are warm as they glide across your cheeks, leaving trails of warmth full of comfort and love, as his lips follow right after.

"Now, let's say our goodbyes to our friends, before going home to sleep early. How does that sound, pretty?"

[sampsonstorm-critical]

so my dad died. He was a great man. he made mistakes. but i still miss him so much.

He died after going AMA from the hospital. He had Hepatorenal syndrome. His liver was failing. He had Stage 4 Decompensated Liver Cirhossis. Then it drug down his kidneys too.

He was a casual alcoholic. Drank all the time. Wasnt a beligerent stinky drunk though. Most of the times no one is. Alcoholism is so stigmatized that most people dont realize its so subtle you dont notice it, until its too late.

My dad was the hardest working man ive ever known and its because of me. He worked hard to secure a life for his family including his wife.

Because of alcohol, my dad will never his hard work pay off. He will never retire. He will never see me and my fiance grow. My mother will never grow old with him.

Instead, he died a slow painful death. His stomach filling with fluid. Yellow skin and eyes. So confused he was incoherent. Starving, dehydrated. Couldnt move. Swelling of the ankles.

If you still drink, dont. Dont die like he did. He had so much to live for. If you are depressed. Please talk to your family. Dont be afraid of them. They are your family. They will help you in the way you need it.

I love my dad so much. I keep crying over his sweater my mom gave me. Dads and moms. Quit drinking for your kids. You have NO IDEA what you will put them through if you continue.

[rowanmuppet]

oh and mischa too!!!

Okay I just wrote the penny one and I am on a ROLL so. Mischa bachinski my beloved

- First of all. Mischa has two hands and I won't hear otherwise. Talia is REAL damn it but Mischa is also bisexual and in love with Noel. End of

- He watched the titanic for the first time on the phone with talia and cried EMBARRASSINGLY hard. Not embarrassing because he's supposed to be manly or whatever, embarrassing like he woke up the next day and his eyes were almost swollen shut from crying so hard. Like that movie really affected him

- Noel would ask to watch it with him and he'd immediately say no because he doesn't want to be literally dehydrated from crying again

- He would put talia on the phone during choir and everyone would talk to her (more like them telling Mischa what to say and him translating but they all love her)

- Ocean would insist on singing whatever song they're working on for her and she'd just sit there like wow 😁👍!!! She has no idea what's going on but she's along for the ride

- He is trying to teach everyone Ukrainian to moderate success

- he has an annoyed siblings relationship with ocean which everyone says but seriously!!! They get on each other's nerves so much but ocean would kill a man for him and he's DEFINITELY gotten into a fight for her

- picks ocean up like a folding chair and carries her around. Or like a cat under the armpits and so she's just dangling there

- absolutely terrified of rollercoasters but went on the cyclone anyway because he's a manly man. Obviously. But then he died

- literally almost threw up getting off the graviton. Thought he was literally going to die

- wholeheartedly believes in Santa. Literally will not be convinced he isn't real. Everyone in the choir feeds into this and says their presents to him were from Santa and were dropped off at their house instead of his bc he doesn't have a chimney (in like an everyone lives situation cause yk they weren't really friends before)

- really it's because his adoptive parents didn't get him anything but he doesn't have to know that they're supposed to be santa

- is actually genuinely successful on YouTube 😭 nobody wants to believe him and I doubt the choir before the accident cared to check they just half listened to him talk about his songs like "yeah that's great buddy" but he has a pretty decent following

- I'm sure a good amount of them are ironic but that's okay

- he'd get one of those "THIS SHIT IS FIRE 🔥🔥🔥🔥 PUT IT OUT 🔥🔥🔥" comments and take it as a compliment

- has unmedicated ADHD. I don't make the rules I only enforce them

- he literally can't sit still in any situation at all ever, nor can he focus on anything if there isn't 5 other things going on. Constantly understimulated. Constance would give him a fidget spinner and his grades would immediately go up a letter or two

- honestly Mischa and constance are best friends in my heart

- she would try to teach him how to bake/cook and he would burn everything

- "Mischa no wonder it's burnt! It's been on high for 15 minutes it's just a grilled cheese" "why cook for long time on low heat when I could cook for short time on high heat 🤨??" "because it will burn before the cheese melts!!!!"

- Ocean is PISSED that he's always at Constance's house when she goes over to hang out (she would spend virtually all her time there fr) but Constance's little brother loves him

- wears almost exclusively sweat pants/giant t shirts with ironic slogans. "The worst day of fishing beats the best day of 'court ordered' anger management classes'"

- the kind of mf to wear gym shorts and slides in 4 inches of snow like dude 😦

- lets noel paint his nails every time they hang out. immediately forgets they're painted and either smudges it or if it somehow manages to dry bites/picks it off immediately

- he will never complain but he hates the way it makes his nails feel heavier

- ocean would get him a sticker book to motivate him to do his homework (his grades are not good and if they get too low he won't be allowed to participate in choir)

- so now his books/homework are covered in stickers

- spends a devastatingly long time on his hair only for it to immediately be ruined when he leaves the house

- it's almost impressive how quickly it just turns into a total mess

- that's what the hat is for

- regarding my penny rock head canon. He gets SO EXCITED when she gives him one

- "this reminded me of you" *least visually interesting rock you've ever seen* "YOOOOO IT IS LIKE ME!!!"

- not a big fan of the bugs though

- genuinely terrified of them. He'd see penny with bugs and feel like ants are on him for the next several minutes

That's all for rn cause this is getting long!!

[seaofsunbeams]

Fourth Wing / Iron Flame SPOILERS ahead

I just read these 2 books within like 5 days so let us talk about some theories shall we?

Be ready for a long rant about multiple theories

So first of, I saw some people hating on book 2 for not following the hype of Fourth Wings???? I admit it took me 4 days to get through Iron Flame and like not even a day for Fourth Wings BUT I think thats because IF is more lore heavy. IF is just as good as the first one imo!

Now to some theories

The mystery of Violet Sorrengail's second signet.

So I was like 1/3 of the way through the book when I got some spoilers about Xaden having a second signet without diving further in what it is and then people being like "Hey I wonder what Violet's would be". So I started reading with some more purpose

I have 2 theories so far and no, I don't think Violet is a Distance Wielder. Yes that signet hasnt been seen in decades or even centuries and Adarna waited almost 700 years to hatch WHICH WOULD ADD UP! But I feel like it's a little too much on the nose.

At first I thought Violet might be able to dreamwalk. would it be useful in combat? No. But seeing as Violet thrives on knowing the facts and what is around her and it probably manifesting while Adarna was in the Dreamless Sleep (bit contradicting).. It would explain Violet being able to talk to Sage and actual being able to gather information from it. But we also do not know enough about Venin to know if this power comes from them.

My other guess on her signet, as more people are talking about, is her speaking to the dead. Now hear me out, yes I know it is a common thing in books and stuff that on the brink of madness and dehydration and yada yada.... people can hallucinate. Is it a possibility that this is also still the case? Sure, but why does Liam tell her things she doesn't know? Or contradict her? Speaking to the dead could also apply that she is Spiritualy gifted thanks to her mother being sick during pregnacy. MAYBE Lilith praying to Malek asking him to not take her child came with the cost of making her 'fragile' . And as we learned and keep hearing:

"At its core, magic demands balance"

Also interesting how she can talk to Liam.. maybe because not ALL his stuff was burned??? I think they must burn it to cut off the connection between the mortal world and the plane they go to after death. Is this a Riders custom? Possibly but maybe Malek is more hoovering over the people bonded by dragons.

Now that that ramble is done.. could all of these be far fatched, oh definitely but it's a fantasy world so we are allowed to be

MOVING ON THEORY 2 !!!

Which is just me debunking the orange dragon theory. Why does everyone automatically assume Sgeayl doesnt trust Brennan because of his dragon?? Sure we know the orange dragons are unpredictable and their choice of rider mirrors that.. like look at both Jack and Varrish FUCKING UNHINGED if you ask me.

But why is no one going like "oh, it's because Brennan is the reason Tairn his last rider died" ?? Do we know if this almost killed Tairn, which FYI is Sgeayl's mate?? So she could still blame him for almost taking him from her. I'm not sure if we know if he almost died (its 2am and I needed this out my head to be able to sleep) after his riders death. But we do know that after the events took place Tairn was only ever spotted and distanced himself as far as we know, until he joined Adarna because even as a feathertail they couldnt keep her in check.

I also think Cam AKA Aaric will be WAY more important to the story like.. how will a third prince with pent up anger towards his father and the way he rules the kingdom not be able to siphon a powerfull signet

Well please enlighten me with you guys' thoughts because I'm obsessed and can't stop crying about Liam so distract me.

[leilamarie99]

Telling him your pregnant

Sitting on the toilet crying looking at the test I couldn’t believe it ,it was positive I can’t raise a baby in the apocalypse and what if Troy didn’t want to have any kids I can’t tell him not yet I’m not sure if I even want to have a baby

I got off the toilet and wiped my face and got back to work I was helping some of the people sort out the gardens and making look nice for the children to play in the play area around there

Walking out of mine and troys house I couldn’t see him so I guess I will be avoiding him all day I know I will have to tell him sooner of later but just not yet

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2 WEEKS LATER

I still haven’t told Troy that I am carrying his baby I don’t know how to even break the news to him he knows somethings been up as I haven’t really been myself lately

I was helping in the garden again today and it was a very hot summers day and I was boiling and I felt very sick I tried eating something this morning but couldn’t or drink anything so I haven’t eaten all day so I guess I will have to wait until dinner later

While painting the play area for the kids it was still hot and the sun was taken it out of me

“ hey babe you ok “ troy said coming over and hugging me from behind

“Yeah just knackered that’s all “

“ you sure you don’t look good have you eaten today at all “

“ no I haven’t been hungry I’m fine once I finish this I can go and have dinner “

Troy looked at me worried

“ I’m fine I promise I-“ but suddenly I started seeing colours and going dizzy Troy looking at me worried

“ babe you ok “

“ I don’t feel so good” holding me head

“That’s it your finished for the day “

“ no I said I’m -“ then black I passed out and fell in Troys arms

“ babe “

“ babe wake up “

“ someone help me “ troy shouting I could hear but not loud enough

——————————————

I woke up in the infirmary I went to get up but my head hurt again

“ hey take it slow “troy said

“ what happened “

“ you blacked out I go and get the nurse “

Sitting up a little feeling sick again I quickly grabbed a bowl and was sick

Then the nurse walked in

“Y/N how you are feeling much better I’m doctor smith we done a few test “

“Is everything ok”

“Yeah your fine it appears your dehydrated and slow on sugar “

“She said she hasn’t eaten at all today or drinking could that be the case “troy asked worried

“ yes but the main reason why you fainted did you know Y/N that your 4 months pregnant “

“ what “ troy said shocked

“ yes “ I said with tears in my eyes I didn’t look at troy

“ what “ troy holding my hand

“ I found out yesterday I was going to tell you but “

“ I give you 2 a minute “ nurse said walking out the room

“ you should of told me “ troy said

“ I was scared “

“ why “

“ I thought you wouldn’t love me anymore and I thought you wouldn’t want kids “

“ oh babe I would love to have loads of kids with you I know it’s soon but hey you will be a great mum “

Looking at him shocked

“ so you don’t want me to get an abortion “

“ no of course not I love you and I can’t believe you didn’t tell me sooner I’m gonna be a dad “ troy laughing giving me a kiss 

“ I love you “

“ I love you more “ troy getting in the hospital bed and cuddling up to me

“We are going to parents “troy laughing

1 year later

While y/n was making dinner troy was out side playing with the girls we found out we were having twins 2 girls Mary and Layla troy loves being a dad I can see it on his face everyday

Watching from the porch troy chasing them around the garden the girls &laughing I couldn’t be more happier our little family and I couldn’t be more in love with troy

[cloud-of-eden]

cloud’s guide to temporarily feeling better while depressed (this is mostly for me because when i feel like shit all self care leaves my head):

1. cry. like actually cry. if you can’t because you feel too numb act like you’re a character in a sad scene or something. anything to get the emotional release of actually shedding tears

2. get comfy. pull out a soft blanket, put on good sensory pjs, light a candle, pull out the works. you’re sad damn it and you deserve good things

3. eat a snack and drink some water. you’re gonna be dehydrated after crying and it’s going to prevent you feeling physically like shit too.

4. watch something silly. it’s tempting to watch something scary or sad because that’s how you’re feeling but it’s just going to make it worse. i personally watch clips from my favorite shows out of context because those usually make me laugh.

5. shower. now, while depressed a lot of people want to skip this. but i have had life-changing showers before and they really do make you feel better about your life. my trick for them is to not let yourself think too much. your brain is likely not a very hospitable place right now so you need to not be completely alone with your thoughts. listen to a podcast, dnd show, something, anything to get your mind out of the way.

6. go to bed. a lot of the time it can be hard to sleep, but tomorrow is a new day. normally when i am freaking the fuck out, my emotions are being really heightened by exhaustion. so try to sleep a good amount.