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syrenqinche · 3 days ago

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I don't know, You tell me ~ Sylus

synopsis: Sylus is usually a very patient man but when you overstep your boundaries and make him reel with jealousy, you are in for the angst of your life, soothed over by some mind-blowing lovemaking.

content and warnings: smut, mdni! jealousy, miscommunication, possessive Sylus, angsty themes, silent treatment, teasing, provoking, p in v, org*sm denial, makeup s*x, dacryphilia, size kink, swearing

"My baby dragon." you type into your phone as a smile curves onto your lips. "Breakfast is ready, wanna come eat?"

*sent*

On alternate Sundays, the two of you take turns to make each other your favorite breakfast dishes. It was your turn today, and you had prepared a hearty meal for your boyfriend, the famed leader of Onichynus for the good people of the N109 Zone, but an adorable plushie for you, your beloved Sylus.

You wait for him to reply to your text or his heavy footsteps to descend the spiral staircase of his lavish condo, but none of it happens. You lean against the counter, watching the steam emanate from your freshly cooked dishes.

"Y/N?" you hear the sound of your name, but it isn't a deep, velvety voice saying it. It's Kieran.

"Oh, hey" you give Kieran a nervous smile. "Where's the bossman?"

"Oh, he-" Kieran's face is obstructed by his crow mask but you could tell he is panicking. "He left for work a while ago. Um, he won't be back until after lunch."

You furrow your brows at the boy. "What? He didn't tell me before going though. And what work on Sunday?" to which Kieran simply shrugs.

You turn your attention back to your phone and send him another text.

"Is everything alright, baby. Where are you??"

You see a *read* pop-up beside your message, but no reply following it.

You try to ignore the knot forming in your stomach. Normally, Sylus would respond right away—whether it was with a quick "I love you" or a silly comment about the breakfast you made for him. The fact that he hasn’t bothered to even text you back feels… wrong. It’s not like him. From the corner of your eye, you notice Kieran has started to fidget.

"You know something, don't you?" you narrow your eyes at the perplexed boy but he simply raises his hands. "I don't! Anyway, gotta run an errand. See ya, Y/N!" he blurts out, fleeing from the scene and leaving you alone with your thoughts.

Your appetite is gone now from anxiety pulling up in your abdomen, and you leave the spread you've made untouched and decide to unwind in the shower. You can't stop thinking about it and keep checking your phone every 5 minutes like a maniac to see if there are any updates from him. Heck, you even check the local news to see if anything is really up.

Time goes by like a snail on a journey and by the time the clock strikes 3 PM, you're exhausted from worrying.

You're laying on the bed, hopeless and shaky when the door to your room creaks open. You jump up and sit on your bed as Sylus enters the room, removing his leather jacket and placing his motorcycle helmet on one of the dressers.

"Where have you been?" you demand, slightly irritated. "And why haven't you been replying?"

Sylus uncuffs his sleeves and runs a hand through his light hair, heading towards the bath.

"I'm asking you something!" you raise your voice slightly, in case he somehow managed to miss what you said.

"Just busy." he replies shortly, voice devoid of much emotion.

Before he can shut himself in the bathroom, though, you get off the bed and run up to him frantically.

"Sylus, what's wrong, baby? Did I do something? You need to use your words." you say, holding on to his large arm with both of your shaky ones. He looks at you apprehensively and opens his mouth to say something.

Your phone cuts through the heavy air with three loud dings. You turn to look at it, and it starts ringing.

"I don't know, you tell me, Y/N." Sylus gives you a pained smirk as he removes his arm from your grasp and locks the bathroom door on your face.

He used my name. Not kitten, not sweetie, not honey! you think to yourself. It rarely happens that Sylus would resort to using your name. He adores you so much that he would come up with the cutest nicknames to call you.

You are stunned for a second and bite the inside of your cheek fervently on your way back to check your phone.

It's your hopeless, idiotic childhood friend spamming you again.

"Heyyy you uggo."

"Y'all reached home alright yesterday? you were pretty drunk, thank god your boyfriend came along to pick you up."

"Also what's with him, he's even bigger than me?? Also he looked like he wanted to strangle me?? WTF!!"

You sigh after reading the texts and start tapping away on your phone.

"Don't talk shit about him or I'll block you, Caleb. He's the most adorable person when you get to know him better."

you smile to yourself when you remember how your opinion of Sylus had transitioned when you got to know him better. You can't really blame Caleb here.

"Also, I reached home fine. Thanks for calling me, our class reunion went great. I wasn't hungover this morning, though, so was I even really that drunk?"

Caleb sent you a few thinking emojis.

"You were drunk enough to confess to me."

You almost dropped your phone when you read that. You didn't want to waste time texting, so you hit call. The phone rings twice before Caleb picks up.

"Hello?"

"Care to explain?" you hiss at him. "The fuckk are you talking about?"

"Oh calm down." Caleb dismissed you. "You were showing us a picture of your boyfriend, and the girls started swooning over him with endless praise to give."

"And?" you prod

"And well one of them asked what you'd do if the guy ever left you or broke up."

"He'd never-"

"Yes, let me finish." Caleb hissed back. "You told them you'd never do that and then perhaps as a joke, you mentioned that if he did, you'd hook up with and marry me, who had asked you out when we were little kids."

"You're right." you admit. "I certainly must have been drunk because what the hell, Caleb?"

"I know right!" Caleb feigned disgut but his voice sounded a little offended. "And that's when Mr. brooding handsome walked in. I think he just heard the last part. He looked taken aback, I'm not sure anyone else noticed because they were too busy gushing over how hot he was."

"Wait, Sylus heard what I rambled about?" you ask just to make sure. "He heard that I'd leave him and hook up with you?"

"Perhaps, that's my guess." Caleb acknowledges.

You feel as if someone had poured cold water on your head. It made sense now!

"Well thanks, mate. I needed this information. Talk to you later."

"But will you really marry me-"

you cut the call before he could finish.

Right on cue, Sylus exits the bath, a towel wrapped loosely around his waist and another one being used to dry his dripping hair. He doesn't make eye contact with you as he heads to the closet to look for a set of clothes to change into.

You approach him and run a finger down his wet back, making him curve it slightly at the stimulus.

"My baby..." you coo at him, hugging him from behind.

"You'll get yourself wet." he states, not turning around.

"Since when have you been afraid of getting me wet." you smirk, digging your face into his wide back.

"Let go," he mutters, his voice flat, as he attempts to pull away from your arms. But this time, you refuse to let go.

"Sylus, I'm sorry," you whisper, burying your nose into the warmth of his back. "I know what happened... it was a misunderstanding. I didn't mean it the way it sounded."

At your words, he finally turns to face you. His crimson eyes burn with a mix of disappointment and hurt, and the sight nearly shatters you. It’s all you can do not to break down in front of him.

"You wouldn't be saying such things if you hadn't been thinking about them. Alcohol brings out people's true nature, sweetheart."

"I wasn’t thinking about it!" you protest desperately, the words tumbling out in a rush. "The girls were teasing me, and I just wanted to show them that you’d never leave me. The thought of it is so absurd that I could joke about marrying Caleb—because it wouldn’t happen!"

His gaze hardens, and his next words land like a heavy blow. "You know how I feel about being abandoned, don’t you, Y/N?"

Your heart skips a beat. "That wasn’t my intention! Please, just—"

"Forget it." he cuts you off. "I don’t want to hear it. Humans are vile creatures. They’ll shower you with love, only to rip it away in an instant, leaving you broken and bleeding." His words are heavy with old scars as he turns away, his figure retreating from you.

"Sylus, wait—" You try reaching out, but he doesn’t look back. He won’t listen.

"I need time alone. Sorry," he says without pause, his voice distant as he walks out, leaving you standing in the quiet emptiness of your ornate bedroom.

You cling on to the hope that maybe Sylus will come back. You did apologize after all. He'll surely come back by night. He will forgive you. Surely, right?

You lay on the cold sheets, eyes wide open, staring at the intricate patterns on the ceiling of your beautiful bedroom, completely devoid of sleep. His huge bed seems to have tripled in size when he's not there, entangled with you, pressing fluttering kisses to your stomach.

When you wake up the next morning, groggy from absolute lack of sleep, and head downstairs, you find the house deserted.

You feel a chill run up your spine but remind yourself that it is Monday and you need to head to the Hunter's Association Office for the day's work.

On the way there, you text him.

"Have a good day, Sy. How are you feeling now? See you in the evening?"

*read*

The day goes by, and you return to a cold, dark house.

Caleb calls to check on you, but you're too restless to answer. Your nerves are frayed, and the phone just sits in your hand, silent. Another sleepless night drags on.

"Sylus, I'm scared," you text him again, your fingers trembling as you type. The thought of him not replying makes your chest tighten. You stare at the screen, willing him to respond. Ten minutes feel like hours before your phone finally chimes.

"The house is secured. No harm will come to you."

Another long night passes. Then another endless day, filled with battles against wanderers and endless paperwork, all while you’re haunted by the emptiness in the space where he should be.

This time when you pass through the door to the house, you slump to the ground, shaking and your chest heaving. You hear a crow's caw in the distance as you will yourself to get up and drag yourself to the bedroom. You're already looking chalkier than before thanks to barely eating or sleeping these past three days.

You hug your knees close as you check your phone again. This time you don't text him and hit the call button.

He picks up in three rings.

"I miss you." you tell him only to be met by silence.

"Please, I miss you. I can't do this, Sylus." you hear his footsteps, going somewhere but no reply.

"Do you really hate me that much now?" you ask with a quivering voice.

"Can I enter?" he speaks finally and you hear a soft knock on your door. You gasp as the phone drops out of your hand and the door swings open, revealing an uncharacteristically disheveled Sylus, who rushes over to you, removing his coat.

Your stomach turns as he wraps his arms around you.

"I can never hate you and you know that." His soft tone is back as his lips move over the shell of your ear. You grab onto his shirt so hard, fisting balls of fabric as if he will disappear again if you let go.

"Mephisto has been monitoring you for days and reporting back to me. I never once left you unattended."

"I-I'm s-sorry. I'm really sorry. I never meant to make you feel abandoned. You know-" tears pool up in your eyes.

"Shhh, sweetie." he presses a long finger to your fluttering lips.

"I'm sorry, I went too far." he says, pressing his forehead to yours. "If you're able to forgive me, let me make it up to you."

Something sparks inside your brain and you stop crying instantly.

"You-" you pull at his hair. "You stupid, gullible, annoying little-"

"Ah, ah, ah! my hair." Sylus lets out a mock scream, holding your wrists.

"I hate you, Sylus." you climb on top of his crotch and pin him flat to the bed.

"Do you really think that low of me?" you ask, roughly grabbing his chin with three of your fingers. He looks at you with his red eyes widening with excitement and astonishment. "Do you think I'd ever able to fall in love with another man after meeting you?" you demand, twisting his chin.

"Do you think I can ever sleep with someone else after getting a taste of you, you demonic little dragon!"

"I know, I know, kitten." he starts but you cut him off by pinching his lips shut and sinking down on him, your lips a mere inch from his. Sylus parts them in anticipation but the kiss he so fervently desires never comes. He bucks himself up to smooch you but you retract your body, making him slump down in defeat and irritation.

"Please?" He asks, his deep voice getting deeper with lust.

You don't reply.

"Please, Y/N? I need you so bad. It's been four days now." he begs, narrowing his eyes. You had just made love the night before that incident and unbeknownst to you, both of you were yearning for each others touch in merely a couple of days.

"I don't know. I heard you but I'm not going to answer!" you tease him, crossing your hands across your chest. "Really?" He raises a brow as he grabs you by the wrist and brings you down over him yet again, the wet trail of tears on your cheek transferring to his face now.

He kisses you like a starved animal, forcing his tongue into your mouth. He cages your head with his hands and doesn't let you resurface for air until your lust gets the best of you and you begin to roll your hips over his crotch in languid circles.

"F-fuck." he gasps, breaking the kiss and looking down to where your body meets his. You kiss him deeper to take his attention away from your lower bodies and simulatenously, you unzip his pants, feeling his bulge grow and threaten to burst from under his briefs. You massage it gratefully and tenderly as it squirms in your hands.

"Excited now, are we?" you purr at him, separating your lips from his while a link of saliva keeps the two of you connected. You kiss his nose.

"It's getting so big, why does it feel like it's bigger than my hand." You take one look underneath you and his angry pink tip is poking out his briefs at this point, pointing at you with desperation in its color.

"Oh, Sylus~"

"Enough now." Sylus snaps, suddenly rising from his position and gripping your hips to flip your positions. He greedily pulls down your panties and holds each of your legs in his robust hands to pin them close to your ears, letting your knees fall on his shoulders for some support with your dress riding up and bunching underneath your sore breasts.

He licks his lips as he eyes your leaking pussy.

"What is this?" He purrs back at you. "And you said I'm excited?" he plunges a finger into you as it makes a loud squelching noise, making your hands race to you hold his one hand in both of yours.

"W-wait."

"If you don't want this, I'll stop." He states darkly.

You blush and pout at him.

"I wanted the cock..."

Something clicks in Sylus' head as his eyes start gleaming with a rush of excitement.

"Getting greedy, aren't we?" He says, freeing his grown manhood from the confines of his boxers. He strokes it a few times to prep it for its grand entrance.

"Nghh.. hurry!" you squeal, trying to grab at his cock from your vulnerable position but he catches your hands mid-journey.

"Calm down." He grins at you, rubbing your slimy clit with his bulbous tip.

"I've waited enough." you tear up. "I've waited for days! For you to even look at me again."

"You really want it that bad kitten?" he asks, his expression twisting into one of pride as he towers over you.

"I want it, I want it so much. I want all of it!" you moan out as he pushes the tip inside your wet hole and brings it out, earning a whine from you.

"Hmm...?" he cocks his head to the side, continue to glide his tip over your clit as you fight the urge to squeeze your thighs together. You wouldn't be able to, when Sylus is holding your thighs next to your head and your hands in his tight one-handed grasp.

He uses the thumb of his other hand to rub circles on your clit while he swipes his tip up and down your nether lips, humming to himself. It feels so good, you feel a bubble grow inside your stomach.

"Oh god, I-" you gasp. But right before the bubble could burst, Sylus retracts himself completely and you widen your eyes at him.

"What did you just-"

"I don't know, kitten. Couldn't give you your high for free when you plan to marry someone else, now, can I?" he smirks at you as you tear up even more.

"N-no! Put it back!"

Sylus leans over and presses his tongue to your clit before your high can completely fade away.

"Yes! Yeah, like that!" you scream as flicks your sensitive nub and continues to hum, sending explosive pulsations throughout your nerves.

"Oh, oh! Sy-"

And then he retracts again.

This time, you fight against his grasp to grab his neck. But he's too big. Too strong.

He merely chuckles at your weak attempts to free yourself.

"Seriously, fuck you!" you screech at him. "Fuck you, Sylus."

"Ahaha, look at my angry little kitten. I love to tame you like this." He smiles at you with love but you just want him to fuck the brains out of you right now. You wriggle enough of your hand out of his grasp to start rubbing yourself but he is quick to notice.

"There, there." he pushes your hand back into his iron hold.

"Fine kitten, let me make sure you forget someone by the name of 'Caleb' even exists."

With that he finally puts his cock into your weeping hole, halfway. I-it won't fit just yet, earning an explosive gasp from you. Sylus cocks an eyebrow at you.

"T-too big." you manage to say.

"Oh, do I-"

"No!" you protest. "More. I want all of it. Put it all in. It's mine. Only mine."

"Look at you, sweetie. Sure you can take all of it? have my doubts." he teases but you are determined.

"I'm leaking all over the bed, now's the chance, Sy." you reassure him and with a smooth motion, he puts in his entire length into making you see the stars. It takes you a few seconds to come back to Earth when he finally starts moving. He's fully folded you into a mating press now, his sweat dripping onto your chest as he grunts and groans, his tip hitting your cervix at this point.

"More! I want more!" you say as if it was even possible to take in more but it just motivates Sylus to increase his pace and intensity. His wet hair now sticking to yours as he doubles down.

You feel your orgasm building up again with each powerful thrust of his.

"Remind me, who do you belong to?" he rasps, nearing his own high.

"That stupid fuckface. I'll bury him alive if I see hiim again."

"Sy-Sylus!" you scream, your insides tingling and your walls pulsating around his girth. "You! I only belong to you! I'm all yours!"

"That's right kitten." he growls. "You're only mine." with this he picks you up and place you onto his lap, pounding up into you hopelessly. With a near feral moan, you come undone on him and he follows after soon, shooting copious amounts of his seed right into you. The both of you rasp and gasp as you come down from your respective highs, pressing your foreheads together.

He doesn't pull out even when his cock goes soft and you smile sheepishly as you kiss his eyelids.

"My dragon. Only mine..."

You place a final kiss on his lips, chaste yet loving. Sylus looks at you like you're his entire world.

"If you pull this shit again baby." you warn him, keeping steady eye contact. "No sex for you for the next six months."

He gives you his signature smirk. "I'll just marry Caleb then." he says making you roll your eyes at him and punch his shoulder as the two of you giggle and pull the blanket over your heads.

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lynnieverse · 3 days ago

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you are in love // drew starkey

oneshot

drew stakery x popstar!reader

part two to like real people do

2.3k words

Things were going great, amazing even. Drew was so sweet, and you two had been getting to know each other slowly but surely until he finally asked you to be his girlfriend. It was adorable; he decorated his entire house with dahlias––your favorite flower––and cooked you dinner. Of course you said yes, and you’d been spending as much time together as possible ever since. It’s been six months, and life is bliss; it’s safe to say you’re waiting for the other shoe to drop.

But now, you’re nervous for a totally different reason. The first concert of a tour is always anxiety inducing.

Will they like the setlist?

Did we plan enough choreography?

Is it flashy enough?

Does the set look okay?

Did we rehearse enough?

What if I mess up?

All sorts of questions fly around your mind, assaulting your nerves and making you nauseous. You pace back and forth in your dressing room, fidgeting with the sequins on the bodice of your first outfit. You catch a glimpse of yourself in the large mirror on the wall; you’re perfectly put together––hair straightened, lips painted a deep red––but you feel anything but on the inside. You can feel the blood rush in your ears, vein on your neck thumping erratically to the rhythm of your heartbeat. Feeling the panic build in your chest, you fumble for your phone, quickly dialing the one person you know can help.

“Hey baby,” Drew’s voice crackles through the speaker after two rings. You let out a shaky breath, closing your eyes in relief.

“Hi,” you whisper softly.

“What’s wrong?” he immediately asks. You let the smooth sound of his voice work its way into your psyche, calming you down immediately.

“Nothing now, I was just nervous, first show and all.” You put him on speaker, setting your phone on the vanity so you can tug on your boots. You’d sent all the stylists, makeup artists, and assistants out of the room a while ago, wanting to have a moment of quiet before the storm.

“You’re going to do amazing, Y/N. You’ve rehearsed until you bled, and everyone is going to love it.” You nod along to his words, trying to convince yourself.

“You promise?”

“I swear.”

“I wish you could be here,” you know it’s selfish, but you pout anyway. He had agreed to his filming schedule before you’d even gotten together, and your tour dates have been planned for over a year, so him missing the first show was just how the cards played out. It sucks, but you understand; you’re both very busy, and he already moved things around to come to your show in L.A., even if it is months away.

“I wish I could too, baby. I’m cheering you on from set, I’m even going to find a livestream to watch.” Your heart flutters, something that always happens when he does anything related to you, apparently. You’re about to reply when a sharp knock at the door interrupts you.

“Come in!” you call, zipping up your boot. The door cracks open, Amara’s face popping in through the gap. You smile at her; she’s been the best assistant and friend today.

“Hey, Y/N, they’re ready for you.”

“Fuck, okay. Thank you, I’ll be right there.” Amara nods and softly closes the door behind her as she leaves. You pick up your phone and prepare your goodbye.

“Hey sorry, they’re calling me to the stage.”

“Okay, baby. Knock ‘em dead, okay?” You laugh lightly, shaking your head.

“You know most people say ‘break a leg’?”

“Well I’m not most people.” You can practically feel his smirk through the screen.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. I have to go, but I’ll talk to you after the show?”

“Of course.” You smile at that.

“Alright. Bye, have fun shooting.”

“Bye, baby, love you.” You freeze as the line goes dead, staring at your screen in shock. He just said ‘love you’. Drew just said he loves you! Holy shit. Do you call him back? That had to have been an accident, right? Neither of you have even broached that topic yet, and you certainly didn’t expect him to say that over the phone. As you’re debating a response, frantic knocks shake you out of your panic. Guess that’s it then.

With no time to demand an explanation, you tuck your phone in your purse and exit the dressing room. As soon as you step into the hallway you’re engulfed by the chaos. People are flying around, doing last minute touches, and everything just seems like a blur around you. Amara appears, and without speaking she grabs your arm and tugs you towards the side stage.

“Okay, here’s your mic,” she rushes out, handing you the glittery pink microphone. “Ears,” she wraps the wires around the back of your neck, letting you put on the earpiece while clipping the matching microphone pack behind you discretely. “You know the setlist, everything is running perfectly. The only thing you need to do is calm down and sing, okay?” Amara’s eyes are wild, no doubt from the high energy environment they’d fallen victim to today.

You smile at her brightly, squeezing her shoulders in thanks. “It’s going to be great, just relax.” She nods her head, messing with your hair for a moment before leaning back and admiring the look.

“Alright, break a leg!” You snort at the irony, thinking of Drew. Amara pushes you into the little elevator under the stage and gives you one more reassuring smile before leaving you to your thoughts. You take in a few deep breaths, running through your pre-show affirmations quickly before the platform starts to rise. With the jerk of the machinery, you plaster a show stopping smile on your face and pose, hand on your hip and microphone by your lips.

The farther you rise, the louder the screams sound in Nissan Stadium. You feel the joy bubble in your chest, the opening notes to your first hit song playing in your ear piece. The metronome clicking feels like home, guiding you on when to start.

The screams get significantly louder when you stand, finally on stage, smoke surrounding you. They can only see your silhouette, but it’s enough. You hear the countdown in your ear and as it hits ‘one’, you start singing.

I don’t mind

Letting you down easy, but just give it time

If it don't hurt now then just wait, just wait a while

You're not the big fish in the pond no more

You are what they're feeding on

The lights illuminate the pit, letting you make eye contact with countless fans, waving enthusiastically as your voice rings throughout the room. You catch a few silly signs, internally laughing at your fans’ creativity.

So what are you gonna do

When the world don't orbit around you?

So what are you gonna do

When the world don't orbit around you?

Ain't it fun?

Living in the real world

Ain't it good?

Being all alone

Your eyes sweep over the crowd, watching as they eat up every move you make. Your background dancers twirl around you, perfectly in sync and effortlessly hitting every mark. You make your way down the stage, belting Ain’t It Fun as you do. You reminisce on the first time you sang this song live, in a small run down bar in Nashville, when you were only sixteen. Look how far you’d come.

Don't go crying to your mama

'Cause you're on your own in the real world

Don't go crying to your mama

'Cause you're on your own in the real world

You clap your hands above your head, encouraging the crowd to do the same. They immediately mimic you, the sound penetrating your earplugs. You realize you’re tearing up, completely overcome by the love and support from your fans.

You finish by striking a pose, the lights cutting off and leaving the entire stadium in almost complete darkness. You step back, standing on your mark as the crew hurriedly brings out a microphone stand and your guitar. You feel the strap being slipped around your shoulders, and grip the neck softly. When you’re alone on stage again, the lights gradually brighten, revealing your smiling face once again. You let the crowd cheer for a minute before stepping up to the microphone.

“Well hello, Nashville!” You say loudly, placing your hands on your hips. The screams make you laugh, your eyes traveling up to the nosebleeds and all the way back down to the pit. The energy is electric, pride swelling in your chest.

“I hope you’re ready for the fantastic show we have planned for you!” More screams sound before you continue. You go through your prepared speech, introducing and thanking all the dancers, back up singers, and members of your band that had toured with you since day one. Your eyes flick over to the VIP section briefly, looking for your parents. Your stomach drops as your eyes connect with the familiar blue ones you’ve come to adore.

Drew is here, and Madelyn is smirking beside him. Your heart swells and you almost want to cry, completely filled with love for this man. You know you look ridiculous, mouth gaped open, but you don’t care. He’s here. Drew smiles at you, arms crossed loosely. You quickly try to recover, turning back to the crowd.

“I have to be honest with you all,” a hush falls over the crowd. “Someone I care about very deeply is here tonight.” The yelling starts, and you start strumming your guitar while looking at Drew.

“He surprised me, and so I hope you don’t mind if I change things up a bit.” More cheers, and a confused look from Drew puts a mischievous grin on your face. You glance back at your crew and nod once, hopefully sending the message to hold off on the next song.

“This is a new song, one I wrote for this person specifically.” Drew stares at you in awe, Madelyn jabbing him in the ribs and laughing maniacally. You can see dozens of fans glancing back at him with their phones up, obviously recording his reaction to your words. You two hadn’t gone public by any official means, but there’d been talk, and this certainly confirmed things.

“I guess the only thing left to say is…right back at you,” Drew scrunches his eyebrows before realization sets in and he’s right back to smiling. You step back and start playing the chords louder, starting the song. You keep eye contact between you, wanting him to really hear your words.

One look, dark room

Meant just for you

Time moved too fast

You play it back

Buttons on a coat

Light-hearted joke

No proof, not much

But you saw enough

Small talk, he drives

Coffee at midnight

The light reflects

The chain on your neck

He says, "Look up"

And your shoulders brush

No proof, one touch

But you felt enough

You know he’s remembering every single moment you’ve mentioned, eyes sparkling as he sways to the sound of your voice.

You can hear it in the silence, silence, you

You can feel it on the way home, way home, you

You can see it with the lights out, lights out

You are in love, true love

You are in love

His lips part, time standing still. Suddenly it’s only the two of you and no one else. The words ring true. You love him. You have for a while.

Morning, his place

Burnt toast, Sunday

You keep his shirt

He keeps his word

And for once, you let go

Of your fears and your ghosts

One step, not much

But it said enough

You kiss on sidewalks

You fight and you talk

One night he wakes

Strange look on his face

Pauses, then says

You're my best friend

And you knew what it was

He is in love

Madelyn covers her mouth with her hands, jumping up and down excitedly. Drew is still locked in place, seemingly not able to take his eyes off of you. You wink at him and he laughs, shaking his head at you.

And so it goes

You two are dancing in a snow globe, 'round and 'round

And he keeps the picture of you in his office downtown

And you understand now why they lost their minds and fought the wars

And why I've spent my whole life tryin' to put it into words

'Cause you can hear in the silence

You let the silence linger, letting the cheers wash over you, feeling all the love you have for Drew simmering beneath the surface.

You can feel it on the way home

You can see it with the lights out

You are in love, true love

You are in love

You finish out the song, singing happily to the man of your dreams, and everyone knows it now too. You feel unstoppable, completely charged like you always are in his presence. Drew discretely wipes his eyes, causing your own eyes to prickle. ‘I love you too’ you mouth, blowing him a kiss. He beams, nudging Madelyn happily.

With one last lingering look, you turn your attention back to your adoring fans, smiling cheekily. “Thank you, thank you! How about we get back to the show?” you ask, giggling slightly before immediately going into an acoustic version of gold rush. You love your fans, but all you can think about for the rest of the concert is throwing your arms around Drew and kissing him senseless. And after the encore and the bows, you do just that…going home with the man you love.

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angelbby555 · 3 days ago

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Summary: The admiral's daughter is teasing Bradley about his push-ups game. But once he does the push-ups with you sitting on his back, you are left speechless.

Word count: 900

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"Do you call that a push-up?" You mused, staring down at the back of Bradley's head. The plan was to go eat lunch with your father Tom Kazansky but somehow you ended up outside in the tarmac watching pilots do push ups.

Your golden excuse? Wanting to greet Hondo and admire the cool aircraft. The truth? You had a thing for Bradley Bradshaw's massive arms. The curve of his bicep was absolutely gorgeous. It should have been illegal the amount of time you dreamt about sinking your teeth into his arm.

As a little girl it was okay for you to think the base was your personal playground, running around asking officers for piggy back rides. Now you were older and knew better. Your father told you to treat the men with the utmost respect, and not to mess around with any of them like GI Joe's.

You followed the rules but Bradley was the one guy you itched to play with. There was so much to love about him. Bradley was nice, attractive, funny and a shameless flirt. Wasn't afraid to put the moves on the Admirals daughter like the rest.

"I've seen little girls do more push-ups than you."

Bradley let out a breathy laugh. Beads of sweat were falling off his forehead to the concrete, while he pushed through the exercise.

"Really? Because I don't see you doing any."

The only part of you he could see was your low-top converse. He would kill for a glimpse of you in your small sundress, but Bradley would hate to face you when he was ready to collapse.

"I would, except I don't want to." You stretched a leg out behind you. In the corner of your eyes you caught a glimpse of how scrumptious his shoulder blades looked, strained against his black t-shirt. Lord have mercy. "Plus I would hate for you to get embarrassed by someone wearing a dress."

Bradley was pissed you hadn't seen him earlier breeze past his first round of 500 push ups. In his second round, he was slower, sweatier, and sloppy. The only motivation was to last until you left. But you didn't look like you were moving any time soon, enjoying front row of his struggle.

"Down 460"

"I didn't know we were doing yoga today. Nice plank bro."

It was certain that you wouldn't be saying this around your father.

"Down 470."

"Are you working out or massaging the floor?"

A few chuckles, even Hondo smirked

"Down 480."

"Damn with that form, the floors gonna start pressing you." You had jokes Bradley would give you that. But he had ambitions. And he really wanted to impress a pretty girl and get her to shut her mouth.

"Get on my back, and I'll show you some real push ups."

You blinked "Please your chicken arms would snap."

"Why don't you get on and find out?" His voice was strained but cocky, earning a round of ‘oohs’ from Hangman and Coyote.

That's when Bernie spoke up on Bradley's behalf. "Alright since Rooster wants to show off. Let have him take the final 10 home."

Instantly Hangman and Coyote dropped all their weight to the tarmac once Hondo had let them off. Bradley tapped your shoes with his hand. Which he instantly regretted since he was about to topple over

"Get on." Bradley voice was firm.

"Okay." You put your hands up in defense and took a step forward. Suddenly you were feeling a bit shy at the proximity. But if Hondo insisted, that's fine by you.

You lowered yourself down and smoothed your skirt out before you sat sideways on his back. You were barely putting any weight on him, hesitant.

"Nu uh pretty girl, properly." His voice left no room for argument. Your stomach flipped as you stood back up, then straddled him properly. Then you sat right down putting all your weight on Bradley. But to your surprised his spine didn't sink down and he kept his firm posture.

"Bradley you dont-"

"Down 490."

Hondo cut you off and Bradley was lowering himself on the ground making your shriek. Bradley wasn't shaking, his form was perfect and stable as he raised back up.

"Down 491."

To say you were impressed was an understatement, your pupils were definitely dilated.

"Down 492."

Being on top of Bradley felt like riding a carousel, his back lifting you in smooth, controlled motions.

"Down 493."

At this point you weren't sure if it was Bradley's soaked shirt that had you wet or your own arousal.

He didn't shudder once doing clean push ups like he wasn't tired. Your hands wandered on his back and when your hand brushed against his shoulder you let out a small gasp from how hard his muscle was.

The two exhausted boys on the floor were rooting for Bradley and you were internally as well.

"And Down 500."

Bradley didn’t stop. Just for good measure, he gave you five more.

You scrambled off him as soon as he was done, pulse racing. That might’ve been the hottest thing you’d ever seen in your entire life. And worst of all? You were pretty sure he could’ve done twenty more.

Hangman, Coyote and Hondo were all whooping and cheering for Bradley.

Bradley pushed himself onto shaky legs, his palms stinging, his body aching. But he still had that award-winning grin on his face.

"Not to bad for chicken arms huh?"

Iceman definitely had Bradley's ass, once he found out about this.

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johnwickb1tsch · 1 day ago

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lessons in anatomy XIII

a yandere art professor John Wick x drawing model muse! reader AU... (also featuring Matt from River's Edge. If you haven't seen the movie that's ok, I will fill in the gaps as we go...) warnings: dark adult themes, violence, sex, drugs, yandere shit. plz don't read if u can't handle it ->chapter map

XIII.

-You thought you’d done a good job talking yourself up to it, but you are so embarrassed, when you get up on the model stand, and it's time to start class…and you simply can't do it. You freeze, absolutely unable to bring yourself to take off your robe, to expose yourself again after your near brush with…whatever the fuck those creeps intended to do with you.

“I…”

You don't even know where to begin to explain. You wait for John to say something cutting or sarcastic. To be a jerk about it, annoyed that you're stalling his class.

You watch warily as he approaches the model stand, hands in his pockets, the very picture of the brooding artist. Yet when he looks up at you…there’s an empathy in his dark eyes that squeezes your heart with a fist. He could have pushed you over with a feather when he asks, “Are you alright, y/n?”

Sadly, you shake your head, hugging yourself. “I’m…not sure I can do this right now. I'm so sorry.” You sway on your feet, and he must sense something wild inside you, a mare threatening to bolt, or a statue ready to tumble, because he holds up his hands as though to steady you–those large, eloquent hands with their impossibly long fingers.

You don’t know what possesses you, when you take his fingers in yours, holding on to him like he is a life line. They’re strong, and calloused, and for the first time since waking up after your mishap you feel somewhat anchored to the world around you.

He lets you hold on to him, his expression softening for you the way it used to, before you had your heated little tiff over Matt’s work. His voice is low, and calming, acting like a balm for your troubled soul.

“That's ok, y/n. It's your choice. Do you maybe think you could sit for us with your robe on?”

You think about it a few moments before nodding.

“Alright.” He squeezes your fingers encouragingly. “Let's do some warm ups, then we'll pick a pose.”

You nod, and somehow, this small gesture of support empowers you again to do your thing.

- You're not sure how he knew you needed it, but in the end you decide on a reclining pose. John produces blankets and pillows from the closet to make you a comfortable nest on the otherwise hard model stand, and you hate to admit it, but…you fall asleep.

You haven't been sleeping well, and something about being here in this place you love, rather than your cold and lonely apartment fulfills something you've been missing the past few weeks.

By some miracle, as though even your sleeping brain knows, you do not move from your position even in slumber. It takes a gentle hand upon your ankle to rouse you, and you wake with a start to find John standing over you.

The room is empty of students; through the windows you can see that night has fallen outside. Fuck.

“I'm so sorry,” you immediately apologize, bolting up right. The class ends at six. How much longer did you keep him here?

“It’s ok,” he says in his soothing baritone. “Are you…ok, y/n?”

You look at him looking at you so earnestly with those infinite dark eyes–it ties you up in knots, and you feel like you can't hide a thing from him. Like…he already knows, and just wants to give you an outlet to talk about it, if you want.

“Something …bad happened at the Monster Masque,” you admit in a whisper, looking fixedly at the corner of your blanket beneath you. “I've just…felt weird, ever since.”

His frown is like a thunderhead, forbidding and beautiful. “Do you need help, y/n?”

You shake your head. “No. I think…the matter is closed.”

“Oh?”

“I think…someone took care of it for me.”

“Who?”

“I…don't know. Maybe someone I met at the ball. I think…” You look to him, drowning, and you can't help but compare his stare to the black satin shine of your Lone Wolf’s eyes. Dear lord, do you have a type. “I think he saved me.”

John lifts a single dark brow to this. “Sounds like you have a guardian angel, y/n.”

A shaky little laugh escapes you. “Yeah.” You think that guardian demon might be more likely, but you don’t say it aloud.

When you dismount from the modeling stand the concrete floor is shockingly hard and cold beneath your feet; your leg tingles with pins and needles, having fallen asleep. You take a step and would have stumbled–-but John catches you, holding you in his strong arms.

You swear you didn’t do it on purpose, but you find it’s a very nice place to be. There is something hauntingly familiar about being held like this, tucked against his chest with his arms around you. You look up at him from so very close, and you realize something is different.

“You cut off your beard,” you say, maybe with way more wonder in your voice than the observation actually warrants, but there's something about being able to see the sharp lines of his jaw that moves you to your toes.

“I trimmed a little.” He doesn't scold you for staring at him like a star struck idiot. He seems…content, to stand like this with you, while you are reeling in this bottomless freefall into deja-vu.

He has a distractingly beautiful mouth, lips full and infuriatingly kissable. You cannot tear your eyes from the lower half of his face; the sum total of its lines strum some forgotten chord inside you.

Is it possible?

Your memory is so fractured from that night. Nothing is clear amidst the bits and pieces that remain to you. The gaps are large as a canyon in your mind, yawning fissures in the landscape of your memory. Whatever those boys drugged you with…it really fucked you up, and just thinking about it makes you want to hide under John Wick’s chin and not come out for a week.

You decide that you are wishfully projecting your hopes onto this man. That he had much better things to be doing on Halloween, than masquerading around in an animal costume just to flirt with you.

“Have you been eating, y/n?” he asks, squeezing your sides gently. You suppose he remembers how much padding you had from the last time you were in his hands. The memory of that lightning-charged squabble compared to how he handles you now makes you weak all over again.

You shrug, embarrassed for some reason. “Not…well.”

He nods, because he already knew the answer. “Come home for dinner with me.”

“I…would hate to bother you.” Deep down you want to say yes, and yet you cannot shake the dogged mantle of your hesitance.

“No bother. I think it would be good for you.”

He's being polite, yet there is a firm insistence in his tone that leaves no further room for argument.

“Okay.” You manage to keep the tremor out of your voice as you agree, and you decide to give yourself a point for bravery. Your score’s been running in the negatives lately, and maybe this will be good for you.

Or maybe you'll ruin it, the way you ruin everything, eventually.

TBC...

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organic-bloodbath · 2 days ago

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Knife Princess – Part 5

Chishiya x Reader

Summary: Chishiya wakes up in the hospital, confused of the sinking feeling inside him when he looks at you.

Warnings: Mention of sexual assault.

A/N: I apologise for the previous part, they'll be okay ♡

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You were walking with Niragi along the busy Tokyo streets, the sun shining high in the sky.

"What time is he meeting us there?" you asked as Niragi put his phone back into his pocket.

"In an hour," he answered. "Had to stay at work a little late, i guess."

Suddenly, you noticed something bright in the sky. Everyone around you stopped and looked towards the sky, probably having the same thought as you did right now.

"Are those fireworks?" you asked, puzzled.

They didn't look like normal fireworks.

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Chishiya was laying on the bed in his hospital gown, tucked under a white blanket, only staring at the wall ahead of him. He had no memory of his own what had happened after the fireworks in the sky, which weren't fireworks at all.

Chishiya looked to his right where a man was laying in his own bed, half of his body covered in bandages.

"So, we both almost died," Chishiya said, glancing back at the other patient. "You feel any different now?"

"I don't know," the man sighed. "I mean, i look a lot worse." He turned his face towards Chishiya now. "What about you?"

"I've been thinking a lot about my life," he admitted. "Choices i had to make. Pretty sure i'm going to start turning my life around. Or something like that."

"You were a piece of shit too, huh?" the man sighed. "You fucked up?"

"I did."

Both fell silent again, falling into their own wordless thoughts.

Chishiya didn't talk about this to the stranger next to him, but he had this weird feeling inside him. He felt somehow... sad? But he didn't know why. He felt like something was missing, like there was a large empty hole inside him which craved to be filled. A piece of him was left somewhere. His heart felt heavy.

He didn't like this feeling, at all – it was suffocating him. The fact that he didn't know the origin of it made it worse.

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"Commencing cardiac massage."

"Get the defib ready, now!"

"Right away, doctor!"

"Miss Y/N, can you hear me? Miss Y/N!"

"Clear!"

"Still no pulse!"

"Again! Charge it!"

"Yes, sir! Charge complete!"

"Clear!"

The heart monitor's rapid beeping finally turned into regular beeping.

"We have a pulse!"

"Normal sinus rhythm. Heart rate is holding between 80 and 90."

"She's back. Resume operation."

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A doctor stood between the two male patients.

"Where's my sister?" Niragi asked, the tone of his voice more worried compared to him talking to Chishiya earlier.

"Your sister was taken for a surgery," the doctor explained. "For now, her state is stable. She lost a lot of blood, but she should recover."

"Should?" he asked.

"We'll inform you right away when we get updates from her state," the doctor reassured vaguely.

The doctor continued talking with Niragi about things which didn't involve Chishiya at all.

"I think i'll go and walk a little," Chishiya announced, his legs starting to feel a little numb for laying down so long.

Chishiya walked through the corridor with slow steps. He stopped by a room which door was open. Chishiya could directly see a young woman sleeping on the bed, connected to a heart monitor. She looked peaceful.

Chishiya's stomach tightened when he looked at her. He didn't know why but he felt drawn to her. He walked closer to the room, right to the doorstep, but not stepping inside.

The sinking feeling inside Chishiya grew stronger now as he eyed her closer. He had taken couple of steps towards her without even realising it.

"Are you family?" a nurse asked behind him, startling Chishiya.

"Oh, no i don't know her," he denied and took a few steps back not to block the way inside the room.

"Alright." The nurse went inside the room and closed the door behind her.

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~ The next day ~

You opened your eyes, slowly trying to comprehend where you were, until you realised you were laying on a hospital bed, attached to a heart monitor.

There was another bed next to yours, a few metres between. It was empty, but someone had been laying on it by the looks of the blanket being thrown aside.

A doctor soon stepped inside.

"Oh, wonderful, you're awake," she smiled, closing the door behind her.

"What happened?" you mumbled, trying to sit up, but the doctor was quick to gently make you lay back down. You felt pain in your abdomen when you were trying to sit up.

"Please, don't get up right now," the doctor said.

You looked at her, confused. One moment you had been outside with Niragi, noticing fireworks in the sky, and the next thing you knew you were resting at a hospital.

The doctor explained shortly about a meteorite hitting Tokyo, ruining a large part of the city. That was the last thing you would have guessed that happened.

"You were taken to a surgery, something had pierced your abdomen quite severely but the doctors managed to fix the damage. Although, your heart had stopped completely for one minute," the doctor explained, serious expression on her face the entire time. "Your shoulder and leg had also taken damage, but they were less severe."

"Oh," you mumbled, not really knowing how to take the news. There were so many new information in too little time.

"But you were incredibly lucky that both of you survived the accident," the doctor smiled.

"Niragi's alright too?" You let out a relieved breath.

"Oh, he will recover as well," the doctor said. "But i was talking about you and your baby."

Your eyebrows furrowed. "Baby? What baby?"

"Oh, you didn't know?" the doctor asked, slightly confused. "You're pregnant, on your first trimester. It's still very early though, so i'm not surprised you weren't aware yet."

Your heart started beating a lot faster now, anxiety and panic taking over your body.

"But, but that can't be possible," you chuckled nervously.

"The doctor confirmed it, and the baby's alright. We'll still do an ultrasound when you've recovered a little better."

You felt like crying. You couldn't be pregnant, you hadn't even slept with anyone.

But then, you realised one thing. You had been with one guy, about a month ago or maybe 5 or 6 weeks, you weren't sure how long ago it was, but you had been hooking up with one guy. Both of you had been extremely drunk and you didn't remember much about it. You remembered making out with him, but that was all. You did wake up in his bed but he insisted that you didn't actually sleep together, both of you being too drunk to make wise decisions.

You felt panic rising inside your body. Had he lied to you? Had you slept with him after all? You remembered being so relieved when he told you that you simply had fallen asleep and had done nothing else than making out.

Right then, an older woman appeared to the room.

"Y/N! Oh my dear, you're alright!" she exclaimed, rushing to your side.

"Mom?" you mumbled. "Aren't you supposed to be in Korea?"

"I was but i flew here yesterday when they called me," she said, sitting down on a chair by your bed, and took your hand in hers. "How are you feeling, sweetie?"

You scoffed. "Fucking fantastic," you mumbled.

You wanted to ask her if any of your friends or family members died or got injured due to the accident but you weren't in the mood for receiving bad news right now. Well, you would never be, but especially not now when you were just getting used to the situation.

You chatted with your mom for a little while, she had apparently already visited Niragi, saying that he would recover. Soon, your mom's phone rang, and she immediately took it in her hand, glancing at you as she stood up.

"I'm sorry, honey, but i have to take this," she said. "I'll be right back."

You needed to visit Niragi and see by yourself that he was alright. You figured you wouldn't be able to properly walk long distances yet and called a doctor to you.

The doctor didn't want you to leave your bed, insisting you to rest, afraid you'd accidentally rip your stitches. You wouldn't give up, so she gave in and pulled a wheelchair for you to use.

You were about to turn around one corner in the corridor, until someone crashed on you. A young man tripped over you, not paying enough attention on his surroundings. For a few seconds he was bent over your lap, until gained his balance back and stood up.

But as he got up, he pressed his hand on your thigh – directly on the wound which still hurt, stitches still sore and healing.

"I'm really sorry," he apologised. "I didn't mean to crash on you like that."

He was young, probably around your age, with blond hair which he now brushed behind his ear.

You took a deep breath and let out a wince, holding your thigh.

"Oh, it's alright," you mumbled but felt your eyes start to water from the pain on your leg.

His eyes widened. "Did i hurt you?"

"Just a little, but don't worry about it," you said, forcing a slight smile on your face.

"I'm sorry, i should look where i'm going," he stuttered.

"It's okay, really," you assured him.

You fell silent for a moment, just looking into each other's eyes.

"Well, i think i must go now," you said awkwardly and started to continue your way.

"I'm sorry, but," Chishiya started, making you stop and turn to look at him. "Have i met you before?"

"Um, i don't think so," you responded. Chishiya eyed you for a moment with furrowed eyebrows.

"Are you sure? You look familiar."

"Are you trying to flirt with me?" you asked, narrowing your eyes. "Because if you claim i've been in your dreams that won't work at all."

Chishiya couldn't help but smile a little. "I wasn't trying to flirt with you, don't worry."

When your eyes locked with each other, you felt something funny in your stomach. He did feel familiar to you but you couldn't reach the answer of where you could possibly know this man from. But for some reason, him only looking at you gave your stomach butterflies.

"Hm," you mumbled. "Well. I'm sure i'd remember if we'd met, so you must mistake me for someone else."

"Alright, then. I didn't mean to bother you," he said and turned away to leave.

"Hey, wait," you said to stop him from leaving – for some reason not wanting him to go away just yet. When he turned around again, you didn't know what to say after all. "You do seem familiar."

"Who's flirting now?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.

Then, he left, leaving you to look after him for a moment.

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You arrived to the room which the doctor had told your brother would be staying in. He was laying there on his back, his body half covered in bandages, half of his face hidden as well. You couldn't help but gasp at the sight a little bit.

"Niragi," you breathed out as you went next to his bed. "Oh god, are you okay?"

"Fucking fantastic," Niragi huffed. "Just lost my chance with half of the women in Tokyo."

"Well, i know many women think scars are kind of hot," you smirked.

Niragi laughed. "You know how to make a guy feel better." He eyed you for a while. "You okay? They told me you were taken in a surgery."

"I'm fine, though covered in several stitches on my stomach. Don't really know if i want to go to the beach anymore wearing bikinis," you said and rolled your eyes.

"You know, some guys think scars are kind of hot too," Niragi grinned.

You fell silent for a moment. Niragi noticed that your mood changed slightly. Normally you would have laughed at his remark.

"What's wrong?" he asked, furrowing his brows.

"Nothing, just this, entire accident, whatever," you shrugged.

"That's all, hm? You sure there's nothing else?" Niragi asked. He knew you better than anyone else, almost as if he had learned to read your mind as the two of you had been growing up.

You and Niragi had always been honest to each other about everything. You knew you could tell him anything and he would tell nobody about it. He had always been your comfort in everything, even though it pissed you off sometimes when he was overprotective of you. Still, it was easy to tell him about things you wouldn't dare to talk about to other people – not even your closest friends. And especially not to your mom.

"Well, the doctor did tell me one thing..." you said quietly and avoided eye contact with him.

"Yeah? What?"

"Well, she kind of told me that... that i'm pregnant," you muttered.

Niragi sat up now, a little too fast by the wince he let out, his body still in a little bit of pain, but he ignored that.

"You're pregnant?!" he shouted, a little too loud.

Neither of you had realised that you had gotten company, another patient standing by the door right behind you.

You turned around when Niragi glanced behind you, and you felt your cheeks burn when you saw the same blond man now staring down at the two of you, a carton of orange juice in his hand.

"Sorry, i can leave if you need privacy," he said, already taking a step back when you and Niragi looked at him.

So, he was Niragi's roommate.

"No, that's alright," you said shyly. "I wouldn't want to be in your way of resting and recovering."

"Nah, i think i'll go get some fresh air," the guy said. "I'll let you talk."

He left without another word.

"So, who's the dad?" Niragi scoffed. "You have a secret boyfriend you didn't dare to tell me about?"

"I don't have a boyfriend," you sighed and rolled your eyes.

"Well, who's the guy then?" Niragi asked.

Your eyes started to water. God, you didn't want to start crying in front of Niragi. You turned your face away from him, avoiding eye contact the best you could. Niragi's face fell.

"Don't tell me someone drugged you at a bar or something?" Niragi said loudly.

"Calm down, please," you said quietly, not wanting half of the hospital to hear your supposedly private conversation. "I don't want to deal with this right now."

"Y/N," Niragi gritted his teeth. "Did someone drug you?"

"No," you sighed. "It was just, it was just a hookup."

"Consensual one?" Niragi asked with raised eyebrows.

Niragi always got extremely angry if anyone hurt you, he'd become absolutely furious. If you were able to name the exact guy who hurt you, Niragi would immediately get up and go after him, fists ready for a deadly fight – even if he was laying on a hospital bed all wounded. You closed your eyes for a second and took a deep breath.

His hands travelled around your body up and down, until they reached your pants. He was just about to slide his hand in your pants and underwear, but you grabbed his wrist gently and made him stop.

"Um, i don't think it's a good idea after all," you said. "I'm too drunk right now."

"Come on," he whispered and moved his hand on your cheek. "I'll be good for you, okay? I'll make you feel good."

"No, i think we should stop," you mumbled, feeling really dizzy and sure that you'd pass out soon.

He looked into your eyes for a moment until he sighed and got up.

"Alright, we'll stop then."

After that, you didn't remember anything until you woke up on that same spot the next day, him sleeping right next to you in his underwear.

"Did we... do anything?" you asked in slight panic.

"No, don't worry, nothing happened."

You started to regret telling him about this right here and now and not waiting until you'd get back home. But you couldn't get it out of your mind, you couldn't.

"Let's just get back home first, okay?" you pleaded, voice trembling a little bit.

You tried to change the subject.

"Um, do you know who that guy was?" you asked.

"That blond dude?" Niragi asked. "Nah, never seen him before. Was in the same accident." He was silent for a moment. "You know, he said his heart stopped for one minute. So did mine. Weird, huh?"

You furrowed your brows. "Isn't that a little too strange coincidence?"

"I wouldn't overthink it," Niragi said, trying to brush it off.

You wouldn't be sure if you'd be able to just forget that and not start overthinking, but you needed to just focus on recovering and getting to go back home.

But then, thinking about your home, you realised something.

"Oh no," you mumbled.

"What?"

"My apartment," you started. "It wasn't far from where we were walking. Surely the meteorite has ruined it. Yours too."

"Oh for fuck's sake," Niragi cursed and hit the mattress under him. "I had just gotten a new TV. You know how much it fucking cost?"

"Where are we going to stay now?" you asked in slight panic. You didn't want to go stay with your mom or dad, you wouldn't be able to go through that. When you had moved out, you had been more relieved than ever before – you'd never permanently go back anymore. Your friends didn't have any spare rooms for you either.

"We'll figure it out," Niragi muttered. "I have a friend who could help us out."

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While Chishiya went outside to get fresh air, like he had told you and Niragi, your face was stuck in his mind.

Where did he know you? He didn't know you, but why did you seem so familiar? Did you resemble someone he knew? Even your voice sounded familiar.

Seeing you get hurt, by his hand, made him worried for you. More worried than what was normal to him.

But why?

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astracora · 3 days ago

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Drunken Confession - Xavier

Characters: Xavier x gn!mc

Warnings: Very Drunk MC, Xavier's Myth Spoilers, Hurt/Comfort

Word Count: 2428

Written: 25th February 2025

Notes: Pre-relationship, with Xavier and the main MC I write for. Me giving MC bad coping mechanisms and bad grieving habits? So likely. Incredibly likely. Help. It was accidental I swear. They're so messy... I love them. (they get better)

Masterlist AO3

<- Caleb <-Zayne Rafayel ->

Xavier is pleasantly asleep at his desk, when he's shaken awake by a worried Tara. He blinks himself awake, rubbing at his eyes as she peers down at him frantically. He pulls back, stunned at the way she leans into him for a moment. A grumble escapes him, but she does not seem to notice or care.

"Xavier, have you seen them? They handed in the mission report and now I can't find them anywhere?"

The drowsiness and soft embrace of slumber disappears in an instant, and he digs around for his phone. When he finds it, on the floor where he must have knocked it off earlier, he finds it quiet. You've not sent him a message, and you always let him know when you're about to head home if you're at work together.

It's become a routine to walk back to your shared apartment building, after buying some snacks from the corner shop. You wouldn't just forget. Whenever you show him what you've bought, normally some limited edition snack that looks like it will be an adventure for you both, with a mischievous smile and a dare in your eyes.

He enjoys it, even when you shared those vile pocky with him. His luck to always draw the worst one, seemed to carry on to roulette jellybeans, and mystery chocolate. Though your laugh… it almost makes the horrible taste of fish sweets worth it.

So he sends you messages.

Where are U?

Are U ready to leave?

Are U ok?

Tara is next to him, chewing on her pen lid, staring down at his phone like it'll offer answers. When it stays silent, he turns to her, "What happened?"

She shakes her head, hair falling over downcast eyes and fidgets, "We had a support mission, some kids got caught up in it, one got hurt. They had to be transported to Akso. I just got the call that they're alright, they just need some time to recover, but I can't find them."

He thinks about times he's failed to protect people, the guilt holding him down. Chains around his legs, slowing each step. He's had to forcibly break them time and time again, just to keep moving. Just to keep walking towards you. Xavier's life is you and fighting wanderers. He knows yours is just as focused on putting your life into your role as a hunter.

It wears down the soul, it always has.

"I'll go find them." He stands, he doesn't know where to start truthfully, you may have gone home, so he'll start there.

"Tell them-" Tara pauses, fidgeting, and then gives Xavier a smile he knows is meant for you, not for him, so he makes a note to inform you of it when he finds you, "they did everything right, we did everything we could."

Xavier thinks it goes without saying, of all the things he admires about you, the drive to keep being better is one of those things. When it counts, when it matters most, you do not stop, and you do not give up.

It is one thing of many, but he knows what Tara is thinking.

You're blaming yourself.

He knows how that feels. Meteor showers, and wounded heart in the catastrophe he could not hope to stop.

Guilt settles strong and heavy, and he needs your hand to help raise his own. You need his, he hopes, to raise yours.

He leaves the Association quickly, teleporting as soon as he's outside onto your balcony. Normally he'd be more conscious of your personal space, but his worry and his anxieties bite on his heels. He can't lose you, not again.

He can't lose you.

The balcony door is locked, but there are no lights on. He knocks, and hears nothing. There's a moment, where Xavier is staring at the door, debating breaking the lock, when he hears his phone go off.

Starlight.

"Wh-" He barely manages to open his mouth, when you giggle down the phone.

"Xavi, what's up?"

"Where are you?"

You're quiet for a moment, and he tries to imagine the possible answers. Spiralling into distress the longer it takes for you to respond.

"Are you ok?" He tries again, but you're still quiet.

He thinks about the times you've been uncomfortable in front of him, wavering on the edge of speaking. Mouth opening, closing, thinking and stirring. Running over and over in your head. He swallows down his words, and forces himself to still.

"Do you remember Fluffy?"

He remembers every little thing he's shared with you, everything about you, every thought and word. He will never forget a single thing, especially because you didn't remember. Instead he says, "Of course."

"I'm where we met them. If you want to join me?" It's a question, unsure and hesitant. You don't sound sad, but then it can be hard to read your feelings based on your physical and verbal interactions.

Xavier never has to think too long on time spent with you, sad, or happy, he'll fly to you at a moment's notice. "I'm coming. Wait there for me."

His ability to teleport, truly is a relief, when he appears in the garden, to see you lay down. You're staring up at the sky, a flower in your hand, pulling the petals off absently. Fluffy is chirping nearby, but mostly minding their own business.

You reach out a careful hand to pat Fluffy's head, humming to yourself, phone still resting in the other.

There's silence as he approaches you, sits down next to you, and holds himself back from reaching out, to take your hand. Instead, he watches as you turn your face to him, and smile. He feels the anxiety settle, but as he lies down to join you, he can smell it. Alcohol on your breath, faint but there.

He doesn't speak, isn't sure what to say, not for a second. There's a lot he wants to ask, or affirm. He wants to comfort you, he just can't work out where to start, so he starts with Tara. "The kid is ok." He offers.

Watches as your eyes widen, blinking and then you smile. Really smile at him. Relief colouring you. "Good. I'm glad." You turn on your side, releasing your phone, so you can pillow your head against your arm. Hair falls over your eyes, so he reaches out to push it behind your ear. Twisting a wave for a moment around his fingers, and then pulling back before he aches for the heat of your skin. "They shouldn't have to suffer for my mess up."

"You didn't mess up." He knows that, he knows it for sure. He knows it in the pride of Captain Jenna when she talks about you, he knows it from Tara's assurance, he knows it from what he sees everyday. He knows it as easily as he knows you're his beacon.

You sigh, "I should have been faster. They should never have gotten hit."

When will you learn you're just one person?

"Just a kid…" There's a flash of agony, and he thinks about the catastrophe, when he'd stepped in to protect you. The fear and pain of a child facing a creature that was too dangerous, too powerful, and too hard to understand. "No kid should have to see something like that, let alone be hurt by one." Your voice is breaking at the edges, guilt tying you down. You close your eyes to escape from him.

He moves closer, so that his arm gently touches yours, you're so close. The brush of contact makes you open your eyes, and this time he catches your gaze with his own. He hopes you hear him, "Sometimes-" He swallows, and your free hand brushes his where it rests between the two of you, "we can't do everything we want to do. Sometimes, we fail where we think we should have succeeded."

A monster in a forest, and a protocore thrown back at a man he'd learned to hate.

A body under a meteorite shower, and a protocore too late to be worth anything.

The bodies of those he was supposed to lead, driven to bestial rage and betrayal.

"You did everything you could, even if you had failed, which you didn't, you did everything you could." He takes your hand in his, squeezing it once, before going to release. You don't let him, holding onto his hand, entwining your fingers, moving closer so your breath warms his cheeks. "It's ok."

"I just want to help Xavi. It feels like everytime I can't do it right, perfectly, I'm… I'm not doing enough." Tears fill your eyes, trembling on lashes. Waiting to be given permission to fall, and you fight it, like you always do.

"I don't think it ever feels like enough." Is his honest answer. It certainly feels like no matter how many Wanderers he fights, he'll never make a dent in what leaves a scar on this world. On your home. "We just have to keep trying." Even if he's tired. Even if he aches.

Even if he feels himself struggling to stand up.

He has to keep going.

Your eyes search his face, and he hopes he's not showing his weakness to you now. So you will come to him with the fears you refuse to share, that alcohol has carried on the breeze to him now.

Whatever you find, you move closer, and on reflex he extends his arm out for your head to rest on. Arm carefully settling over your waist. You close your eyes to get comfortable in his arms. His fingers twitching with the urge to hold you even closer. Against his chest, against his heart. "Thank you, Xavi."

He doesn't respond, just hums as he rests his head next to yours.

"Maybe I should take some tips from Lumiere." You mumble against his arm, and he flinches, brows furrowing as he looks down at you. Your one eye cracks open to see him, and you laugh. Once, loudly, and then breakdown into giggles.

His mild irritation, and not so mild jealousy, eases up as he watches you relax. As the guilt sheds away, in favour of a feeling he's all too familiar with. The need to keep moving forwards.

You'll be ok, and he will too. You have each other to help move forwards, and one day you'll come to him first with your stress and strain, and not seek out relief anywhere else.

Though he certainly doesn't dislike how close you are, even though he fights back his urges like they are barely chained. "I'll come with you on missions instead." He grumbles, leaning forwards to rub your nose with his, gently.

You open your eyes properly to look at him, bright twinkling mismatched gaze that reminds him every moment what he's fighting for. Your smile is small, but your laugh is music to his ears. A comfort and a joy. "The best partner one could ever ask for." You say on an exhale, he's close enough to feel the heat off your cheeks as you say it.

He lies with you there for quite some time, resting and listening to Fluffy's song. While your eyes close, and you relax, he watches. It's rare he gets the chance, but sleep seems to evade him.

"I like it here." You speak, cracking open an eye, and he almost flushes from being caught staring at you, but you don't comment on it, simply add, "It's the first place I got to know you a little better."

His heart thumps, skips, skitters. His throat tightening. You speak about wanting to know more about him sometimes, often in frustration. When he disappears, when he doesn't share something with you. It's the times you get closest to arguing, he thinks. He wants you to know everything about him, but there's so much, and it's so heavy to carry. He's not sure he's ready to find the words.

Xavier hopes he'll be ready one day. He hopes you'll accept him regardless when that happens.

He is not one for faith. Not anymore. Not since the foundations of his belief were crumbled at the hands of his own family's cruelty.

He thinks he can believe in you though.

Your eyes close again, and he extends his hand. Wanting to touch you again, place his hand on your cheek, stroke over skin, run fingers through your hair. He wants so much, all the time, the yearning a deep pit in his stomach of so many years without you. Not lost. Never lost, when he seeks you and finds you again. He has so much to catch up on though, but he's scared to push his luck. To test your limits, and lose you.

"I want to know you better, Xavier. You're important to me." Your lips brush his arm when you turn your head, getting comfortable when the exhaustion from the day catches up with you.

He's shown you so much already, all the way in the past, and now the you in front of him, but he will show you everything. Whatever you ask, he would offer you. If you wanted him to be your knight, he would.

Important could not begin to describe how precious you are to him. Could not touch on the undeniable adoration he holds for you.

He will give you everything, he will. If you can be patient, if you can give him time. He will. He swears it. You're already asleep when he finally finds his voice again, when he feels the ache of hundreds of years subside. When he stops feeling every guilt and shade and shadow on his shoulders.

When your breathing evens, and he strokes over your cheek like he wants to. Just for a moment. The smallest fragment of time, the briefest heat of your skin. You'll move forwards tomorrow, and you'll be ready to keep fighting again. He'll watch you be strong, and he'll fight alongside you as long as he is capable of doing so.

"You're everything to me, Starlight. One day." He promises, holding you closer, so that the chill of the evening breeze will not wake you from sleep you do not find easy.

Whether you forget him tomorrow, or forget this evening. None of that matters. Your future is what he cares to protect, and he'll keep doing so, as long as he can, until he cannot fight for it anymore.

And if he gets his way, forever. At your side.

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mistress-skywalker · 2 days ago

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Worlds Collide: An Anakin Skywalker love-story

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☄︎ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐰𝐨- 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐭 𝐄𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡, 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐎𝐧𝐞 ☄︎

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Warnings: None!

AN: I’m sorry it took a little to get this one out, but I’ve been working on requests. The next few chapters will have more substance, this was more of a filler/set up for the rest. I’m open to any suggestions of what you guys would possibly like to see in this story if you have any!:)

Word count: 9k (I’m so sorry!!)

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The next morning, you wake up, having assumed everything was some weird ass dream. You notice the book on the bedside nightstand was some sci-fi love story. Aha. Thats clearly what it was! You need to stop smoking and reading before bed because it gives you weird dreams. You get out of bed and brush your teeth in the bathroom before shuffling out to the kitchen groggily, not noticing the man still on the couch that would very easily prove it wasn't some weed induced dream.

Anakin is just waking up, his body sore all over and his ribs throbbing painfully. He groans quietly as he slowly opens his eyes, squinting up at the ceiling of your livingroom. But his eyes quickly dart around the room, his gaze moving to the windows, checking to see if the sun is up yet.

"Damnit..." he mutters under his breath, slowly reaching up to run a hand over his face, feeling the stubble on his jawline and chin.

In the kitchen, with your back to the living room where he is you go about putting on a pot of coffee, oblivious to him. He sighs quietly as he slowly sits up on the couch, wincing and groaning in pain as he does. He glances down at Loki, who had been sleeping in his lap but is now awake and clearly looking for more attention. He sighs again as he gently pushes the cat out of his lap and onto the ground.

"Alright, that's enough for you, little guy..." he mutters under his breath, grumbling as he peels the blankets off his body and swings his legs off the side of the couch.

You’re tired and still attempting to wake up, humming as you move about the kitchen which drowns the noise of Anakin out. Loki comes to your feet, rubbing against your legs and meowing.

"Good morning handsome," you talk to your cat in a baby voice, bending to give him a pet before picking him up. "You ready for breakfast?"

Anakin huffs softly as he hears your voice in the kitchen coming from around the corner. He can't help the soft smile that slowly appears on his face as he listens to you talk to your cat in that 'baby voice. He runs his hands over his face tiredly before slowly getting to his feet, a few more groans and quiet swears leaving him as he gets up from the couch. He pads carefully into the kitchen behind you, still sore all over, and clears his throat to get your attention.

Startled, you let out a yelp before jumping and whirl around. Your racing heart starts to calm as you place a hand over it. "Jesus Christ...scared the shit outta me. Sorry about that," I set my cat back down. "Figured last night was a dream."

His smile widens with mild amusement as he watches you jump and whirl around. He gives you a crooked half-smile, his tired eyes dancing with mild humor as he watches you recover from your surprise. "Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you."

He slowly walks over to the countertop, coming to lean against it for support as he watches you. "And you thought last night was a dream, No...not a dream. I'm still here."

You huff out a dry chuckle. "Yeah, yeah I can see that," you say and take a breath. "How are you feeling this morning?" You ask noting the way he leans against the countertop to steady himself still.

Anakin lets out a small huff as he slowly raises a hand to push his messy hair away from his forehead. "Like my body's gone 10 rounds with a rancor," he grumbles, clearly not feeling 100% by a long shot. He lifts his gaze to look you, a smirk appearing on his face, "but l've had worse."

Your eyebrows shoot upward at his response. "A rancor? I assume that's some kind of animal from where you're from?" But then you process the rest of what he said. "You've had worse? You mean something worse than crash landing on a foreign planet and stuck with a stranger?"

He nods his head in agreement. "Yep, it's a giant, aggressive species. Not smart but vicious. Pretty damn strong too. Can crush your bones like they're made of bantha butter." He sighs, shifting his stance against the countertop as he grimaces at the movement. "And yeah, l've had worse... I've been through a lot in the past few years. I wouldn't consider you a bad thing to be stuck with."

Your eyebrows raise further up and you shake your head. "Sounds scary. But keep in mind, I don't know what a Bantha is either." You chuckle. You shake your head, recalling last night. "Ah right I forgot... you're a General," your cheeks flush a little at his attempt at a compliment though as it dawns on you. "and thanks. l'd like to consider myself better company than a Rancor was it?"

He chuckles softly at your reaction and he can practically see the wheels turning in your head as you try to process everything he's telling you. He lets out a small huff, a smirk on his face as he notices the flush to your cheeks. "...A bantha is a large, shaggy animal that's native to Tatooine. And yeah... definitely better company than a rancor. You're a lot kinder than a rancor too."

You nod slowly taking in the information. You chuckle a little at his comment and glance at him.

"Ah thanks, I definitely strive to be," you joke back, "You were confused over a cat but it seems like your animals are far more interesting."

He huffs softly, rolling his eyes a bit when you bring up the fact that he was so perplexed over a cat. "Yeah, well, I didn't mean to offend you by being surprised at its presence. Your planet is just...different from my home is all." He sighs as he shifts again, grimacing in pain as he does. He lets out a groan of annoyance and discomfort, his brow furrowing.

You shake your head immediately. "No no you didn't offend me over that I promise," Its funny he apologizes over that but not being rather rude. Oh well. "I'd feel the same way on one of your planets." You notice his pained reaction. "Here let me help you sit down."

He gives you a small nod in response to your reassurance that he hadn't offended you. He's been told on multiple occasions that he has a tendency to come off as rude to people and is usually pretty blunt. He lets you lead him over to a chair, still letting out small grunts and groans as he shuffles over to the chair and sits down carefully. He puts a hand over his torso, grimacing and grumbling under his breath as new, shooting pains radiate through his ribs and chest. "This kriffing sucks. The painkiller you gave me helped a lot but damn..."

You sigh softly as you ease him into the chair. "I can get you some stronger ones if you'd like?"

He lets out a deep, exhausted sigh as he sinks back into the chair, still putting a hand over his ribs that are giving him so much trouble. "Honestly, l'd take anything at this point if it'll make the pain stop for even a little while..."

He looks up at you and gives you a small, weary smile to show that he's not trying to be snarky or ungrateful for the help you've already given him.

You nod at that, not being able to fully read his expression. You disappear down the hall again to the bathroom, rummaging through the medicine cabinet. You come back with muscle relaxers. "Hold out your hand,"

He straightens up a bit in the chair as you come back into the room, holding out his hand, palm facing upwards and open.

You open the bottle and shake two out into his large palm. "Those are a lot stronger, I was given them after my accident. I only needed to take one but I figured you could use two."

He nods his head in understanding as you explain why you're giving him two, but His eyes dart up to try to meet yours for a moment at the mention of your accident. He takes the pills from you, noticing how small they look in his large, calloused palm. He quickly swallows both pills, washing them down with a gulp of the cold bottle of water off the table next to him.

"Yeah, they'd have to be. I have a pretty high pain tolerance but these..." He taps his fingers over his sore ribs, "...they're really kicking my ass."

You nod at that, setting the pill bottle down on the counter by him. "Yeah I know how much broken ribs suck," I say turning back to the finished coffee. "Do you want coffee? If you even know what it is?"

He watches you put the bottle of pills over by him, his thoughts still focused on what you said about having experienced broken ribs yourself. "Yeah, I can use some coffee right now...I think. Isn't it like some kind of bitter, hot beverage that you earthlings use to wake up in the morning?"

He shifts in the chair a bit to get more comfortable. The pills seem to have started to kick in and already he feels the throbbing, aching pain in his body start to subside. Nothing like some good painkillers.

"Earthlings huh?" You ask with a chuckle. "But yeah that's pretty much what it is. I have stuff to make it sweeter though."

He chuckles lightly as well, the corner of his mouth curling up slightly. His previous grumpy attitude seemed to have disappeared for the time being, probably from the fact that the painkillers have helped take the edge off his pain and discomfort

"Yeah... I didn't really know what else to call you. That word seemed like the most appropriate one to use. I don't mind bitter things, but i'll take some of whatever sweeteners you have. I'm...kind of curious what they taste like here."

You laugh softly and shrug, getting two mugs out and pouring coffee into both of them. "Ah what happened to we're both human?" You question recalling his words from last night. You set a mug down in front of him before grabbing a couple different creamers from the fridge for him to choose from.

He grins when you playfully tease him with his own words from last night. "Right right...we're both human." He repeats, giving you a crooked smirk as he watches you pull creamers out of the fridge and set them down on the table next to the mugs of coffee. He glances at the creamers, recognizing the little containers from various ads on TV on Coruscant and from passing by a store or two back on Tatooine. "Ah, so these are the sweeteners you were talking about..?"

The corners of your lips twitch up a little further at his response. He seemed to be in a less bitter and irritable mood this morning now that he's gotten stronger pain killers. You nod my head. "Mhm. Vanilla, Caramel and Mocha. Mocha is kinda like chocolate, caramel is a more buttery smooth sweet? And then vanilla is just a plain sweet. All are plant based instead of dairy so hopefully that helps in some way since you aren't used to the food here."

He nods his head slowly in understanding as you quickly explain the different sweeteners you have. He picks up the small bottle of Vanilla creamer, peering at it and reading the label of ingredients for a moment before unscrewing the lid and taking a whiff of the contents. One thing he will say about earth is that they do have an enormous variety of food, drinks, and other stuff that is very different from what is typically available on his home planet.

"Hmmm...l guess I'll try the...Mocha one. It's like chocolate you said?" He looks up at you.

You nod in confirmation and slide it closer to him. "Yeah it's a more rich flavor." You say but reach for the vanilla one and pour it in your mug before taking a sip.

He smiles slightly as you hand him the mocha creamer, giving you a small nod, and he grabs a spoon off the table to stir it up. "I haven't had chocolate anything for a long time..." He mutters out loud as he stirs up his coffee, the spoon clinking softly against the mug. He glances up at you again as you take a sip and notices that you put the vanilla creamer in vour cup instead. "So you like sweet things, huh?"

Your eyebrows quirk up at his words. You shake your head. "No I prefer more plain. Vanilla is the most simple," you admit sheepishly. "Seems like you like sweet things. Do you not get them much?"

"Hm nothing wrong with simple." He chuckles a bit, stirring his coffee with the spoon. He takes a small sip of the coffee after the creamer is thoroughly stirred in. "Well, it's just that with my line of work, it's not often that I get the opportunity to have sweet things. Or a meal that isn't something just straight out of a ration pack, but...l've never been one to pass up a sweet treat if it's available. I have a huge sweet tooth for all kinds of sweets." He laughs softly to himself as he takes another sip of the coffee, letting out a soft sigh of contentment. "This tastes great..."

You chuckle softly at his reaction, finding it almost endearing. "Hm. Sweet tooth. Noted." You respond with a simple nod before taking a sip of your own drink.

Anakin laughs softly and smiles at you, finding it adorable that you already took note of his weakness for sweets. "Yeah, definitely. If you ever want to get on my good side, you can lure me into almost anything with the promise of sweets. I wouldn't pass it up for almost anything." He grins as he takes another sip of the coffee, taking in the sweet, rich mocha flavor. He lets out a low laugh, grinning widely as you playfully call him out for what he said. You certainly have a sharp tongue on you. "You know that's not what I meant by that!" He replies, still chuckling softly as he holds up a hand in mock surrender. "You've already far exceeded my definition of being on my good side...that's already a given." There's a playful gleam to his eyes as he grins at you.

The corners of your lips curl up into a bigger smile and you chuckle softly at it, nodding once in acknowledgment. "Mm well how kind of you," you say with a small smile, "Though I do think you should have went to the hospital. Granted I understand why you said no now."

He shrugs his shoulders, leaning back into the chair and letting out a heavy sigh. His smile falters slightly at the mention of going to the hospital, thinking about how he didn't want to risk the possibility of Earth authorities being alerted by going to a public hospital. "Yeah...the possibility of me ending up in the custody of some kind of local law enforcement is the last thing I want to deal with right now."

You nod in understanding. "Hm...yeah I do suppose that more than likely would have been the outcome. Majority of 'Earthlings' as you called us, are reactive when it's something new. Probably wouldn't haveve been local law but the military."

He huffs in agreement, rubbing a hand over his face as he mentally imagines the scenario of waking up in some kind of government containment or medical facility. "Yeah...that would have been even worse. Waking up injured and disoriented in some foreign government facility with a bunch of officials hovering over me, asking me questions about where I came from, trying to figure out what to do with me, assuming I'm some threat?" He shakes his head and looks back at you, a small laugh escaping him. "I’d rather sleep on your couch any day."

You laugh softly. "Well I'm certainly flattered my couch is the better choice in your eyes," you say with a small smile, sipping the coffee. With a quiet sigh you continue, "And for whatever my word is worth as someone vou barelv know. I promise I won't tell anyone you're here."

He laughs softly at your comment, bringing the mug up to sips his coffee. He gives you a small, grateful smile, tilting his head slightly at your promise, listening intently. He finds himself feeling touched that you're so willing to keep his presence here secret, despite the fact that yes, you are a complete stranger to him. But deep down, despite only just meeting you, he knows that he can trust you based on how you've treated him already.

"I know you won't." He replies softly.

Your face softens. Why did his trust make you feel so nice? You look at him for a moment longer before shaking your head and looking away. "Are you hungry? You want breakfast?"

He smiles slightly, his expression somewhat of a soft, tender one. He doesn't understand why himself, but there's something about you...something about how sincere and kind you are that makes him trust you immediately. He's never trusted anyone so quickly in his life, not even some of the closest generals in his army and his fellow Jedi. His stomach growls as if on cue at the mention of breakfast. He glances down at his stomach, letting out a sheepish, embarrassed chuckle. He's already been up for a while now and while the painkillers have helped to deal with the stinging pain, he's still very aware of how weak and fatigued he is from the whole crash landing ordeal.

"Yeah...yeah I could eat."

You nod your head once and set the mug down, pushing off the counter to rummage through my fridge. What wouldn't upset his stomach? "Um...I'm not quite sure what kinds of foods you have in your galaxy..." you say still looking through the fridge.

He sits there quietly as he watches you rummage through your fridge. His stomach continues to grumble, clearly eager to eat something. He can't exactly remember the last time he last ate something decent. He laughs softly as you comment that you're not sure what kinds of foods they have in his galaxy. "We have a lot of the same stuff you have here actually. Meat, grains, vegetables, fruit, lots and lots of various dairy products. A lot of the stuff here seems very familiar."

"Yeah but space versions." You respond with a laugh. God you probably sound so stupid and like a stereotypical earth human. You shake your head. "Just ignore that comment."

He chuckles at your response, smiling warmly. He thinks it's adorable how you were getting so tongue-tied and nervous about asking such simple questions. He shakes his head at you playfully

"Ah, of course. The space versions." He replies with a sarcastic tone, his eyes shining with humor. "Space vegetables, space grains, space fruit. The works."

You look over at him, laughing softly at his sarcasms as he plays along instead of getting offended.

"So would eggs and sausage be suitable? I don't want to upset your stomach. You're already in enough discomfort as it is."

He grins widely at your laughter, enjoying the sound of it. It's a pleasing sound, one that he wouldn't mind hearing more of. It's also been a long time since someone has cared so much and wanted to make sure he is comfortable.

"Eggs and sausage are fine. I appreciate you thinking of that." He says genuinely, rubbing at the back of his neck with his good hand. "I should be fine. If my stomach can handle half of the things l've eaten while on the battlefield, Earth food should be no great feat."

His words elicit another gentle laugh as you start to get everything out for breakfast for him. Setting the pans on the stove, you get the eggs cracked and the sausages laid out. You glance at him over your shoulder, an eyebrow quirked. "Oh? Makes it sound like you've had to eat dirt and bugs."

He groans softly at the memory of some of the meals he's had while on the battlefield in his life. He's definitely had to stomach down dirt, bugs, and various other less than delicious things, even during the most recent war. "You would be correct with your assumptions."

He grimaces slightly at the memories. He definitely does not miss eating those kinds of things. He glances at you as you glance back at him, a bit of curiosity to your expression. "I've learned firsthand that desperation makes you eat pretty weird things. Yeah... military rations suck."

Your eyebrows shoot up in surprise and I feel a pang of sympathy. "Oh. Well...I'm sorry to hear that..." you respond gently. "I guess you got lucky in some way this time at least. Name anything you want to try and I'll get it."

He gives you a lopsided smile, feeling touched by your sympathy. Normally being sympathized for what he goes through at war is not something he enjoys but he finds himself not minding it this time, especially when it's you. He's just so grateful that you are treating him this kindly still despite everything. And for the offer to get him whatever he wants, he appreciates that all the more.

"Don't worry about it. It comes with the job. But I appreciate it."

He thinks for a moment, rubbing his chin with his prosthetic hand as he ponders your question, racking his brain for what kind of Earth food he might want to try. "I don't suppose you got any pastries?"

As the food finishes cooking you grab a plate out of a cabinet and start to place the food on it.

You sigh to yourself over his response. In the moment it didn't matter where he was from, he was just an exhausted and battered man who needed shelter. It was weird how comfortable it felt with him but you remind yourself of the fact that he'd leave soon enough once fixing his ship and you’d be alone again. Don’t get attached.

Setting the plate of food down in front of him with silverware, you think for a moment. "Hm you're lucky because as a matter of fact I do. You want to try it?"

He glances at the food as you set it down in front of him. His eyes widen as he looks over the food, salivating a bit. The smell of the eggs and sausage is absolutely wonderful and very appetizing. His stomach growls loudly again as he grabs the fork in his right hand. "Yes please." He replies, his voice edged with hunger as he cuts up a bite-sized piece of egg and shoves it into his mouth, savoring the taste. "This is good. Better than those damn stale military rations l've been eating for months."

You nod your head, quirking your eyebrows up at his reaction, practically scarfing the food down. You’d expect him to take it slower to make sure it didn't upset his stomach but oh well. It was oddly attractive how he was wolfing down. You turn towards the cupboards, pulling out the last Little Debby zebra cake out. You bring it over to him in the cellophane wrapper. "You're lucky I have this. Like I said earlier I don't usually eat sweets but I got a weird craving not too long ago for these." You set it down next to his plate. "I can always get more if you like them or something different. Could even bake something myself."

His eyes light up as you come back over with the zebra cake. He had to admit, he loved sweets, as much as he would deny it due to the fact he should really watch his sugar intake. He glances at the zebra cake, his eyes widening as he takes in the fact that it looks absolutely delicious. He's excited, to say the least. It was a treat to find out that you actually had these. He looks back up at you, his eyes shining in surprise at the offering to get more or even bake some for him.

"You'd do that?" He asks.

You nod while shrugging. "Yeah why not? I might not like sweets but I enjoy baking. Gives me an excuse to do it." You say casually.

He just looks at you with a surprised expression for a few seconds. He can't believe how kind and generous you were being with him. He's so unaccustomed to being treated so kindly, especially by someone he's just now met and is only offering such kindness because he is a stranger from another planet.

"Wow, I...l don't even know what to say..." He chuckles softly, feeling genuinely touched. He doesn't know how to react. No one has ever been so kind and he's not used to receiving so much kindness.

You shrug again like it's no big deal. "It's nothing really. I just have to take care of something while you finish breakfast."

He's still just staring at you, completely stunned and blown away by your kindness. But then you make the comment that you have to take care of something, and he shakes his head, snapping back to reality. He clears his throat before replying. "Yeah...yeah of course."

He glances down at his half-eaten plate of eggs and sausage, then glances back up at you, his expression curious. He hesitates for a moment before speaking again. "What do you have to take care of?"

You stop and look at him. "Oh…..uh well I didn't think it would be very smart to leave you alone on your first day on a new planet all injured... was gonna call off of work..." you admit sheepishly. Was that wrong or weird to opt to stay with him?

He's more taken aback now than ever. You were going to take off work of your own free will to stay home and take care of him, a random stranger. He can't believe how generous you were being, but a part of him knows that if the roles were reversed, he would do the same. But why were you doing this for him? You didn't even know him. And yet, somehow you were going out of your way to take care of him, and he had no idea why. "Wait...you'd do that? For me?"

You nod. "I know if I were in your shoes I wouldn't want to be left alone. But if I'm wrong or overstepping you can tell me." You say with a nervous chuckle.

He smiles softly, shaking his head at you as he watches you with a mixture of gratitude and confusion over your kindness. You just continued to perplex him. Why were you being so nice? He wasn't used to being taken care of. "No, not at all. You're right, it'd be better not to leave me alone after the wreck. Plus...l could use the company, I'll admit that." He grins playfully, trying to make light of the situation.

Your nerves ease a bit and your face softens at his assurance. You nod your head gently. “Okay, so it's settled then," you pull your cellphone out, not thinking anything of the fact that he's never seen one before.

His eyes widen as you pull out the cellphone, his eyes glued to it as he has no idea what it is. He looks absolutely bewildered by the strange device, his head tilting as he tries to figure out exactly what it is you're holding. To him it looks like a small black rectangle. "What…..what is that?" He questions slowly.

"Huh?" You look up from my phone screen to him. Seeing his confused expression as he eyes the phone answers the unspoken question. "Oh this? It's a cellphone." You hold it up for him to see.

His mouth falls open slightly, his eyes still wide as he stares at the cellphone in your hand. It's so sleek and compact, and it seems almost impossible that it holds so much hidden within it. "Cellphone?" He repeats your word, as if testing it out on his tongue. He feels like he's in an alternate dimension or something. This is just so wild and unbelievable. His face contorts slightly as he tries to make more sense of the device in your hand.

"What exactly is it...used for?"

Your eyebrows pull together. "Hm you said your galaxy was more technologically advanced and you're confused over this?" You ask with a small lilt of amusement in your voice. "It's a kind of communication device? You can call, send messages, you can also take pictures, play music and games on it, surf the internet."

He groans and shakes his head, feeling embarrassed for a moment. He knows how crazy it must be to think that his galaxy, a galaxy that seems light-years ahead of Earth in terms of technology, has never encountered cellphones. He feels silly for not having seen one before when it seems like Earth has somehow managed to outpace them in this particular domain. "Yeah I know the irony's crazy." He mutters, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "We have other kinds of communication devices...it just seems as though we've missed this one."

You nod slowly. "Hm...I mean you guys seem to have more advanced machinery at least," you respond in his favor. "The furthest we've made it is our moon."

He nods in agreement. It's true that his galaxy has far more advanced machinery and transportation technology, but he finds it fascinating that while seemingly so primitive, Earth has figured out such an ingenious invention as the cellphone. He can't help but smile a bit at the mention of how Earth's space travel has only made it as far as its moon. He would love to show you how much farther space travel can go, but he also knows at this moment that's not possible. "So you're telling me you can make something as crazy as a cellphone... and the furthest you've been is your own moon?"

You shrug almost in defeat for the whole human race on Earth. "Yeah...what can I say? Earth humans are more into instantaneous gratification so something like this," you hold up the cellphone, "seems more important than discovery."

He sighs, feeling a mix of amusement and disappointment at the notion of Earth's priorities. It's disheartening to think of how a civilization so technologically advanced when it comes to certain fields could be so short-sighted. He crosses his arms, a grin spreading across his face as he speaks. "So you're telling me that rather than discovering the secrets of deep space, your species is more into quick thrills and distractions?"

You mull over his explanation for a moment then nod. "Yeah I guess when you put it in layman's terms."

He chuckles lightly, shaking his head in amusement at your simple agreeance. He can only imagine how different his own galaxy would be if the Jedi and the Republic valued such entertainment the way Earth did. He looks back at the cellphone in your hand, his curious eyes still trying to figure out this strange technology. He points lazily toward the phone and asks a question. "May I...see that?"

You look at the cellphone in your hand and then up to him with a small smirk of amusement. "Yeah you can. Let me just call my boss real quick."

He grins slightly, watching eagerly as you raise the phone and start to tap away at the screen. He has no idea what you're doing. A part of him expects the damn thing to start glowing or humming or do something crazy. But as you keep tapping on the screen, all he sees is your fingers moving without any dramatic changes. He continues to watch closely, absolutely fascinated by the strange device as he waits for you to finish calling your boss. His mind is racing with questions about how the damn thing works.

You find your boss' number and call her. It rings a couple times before she picks up and you speak to her, just feigning a family emergency and that's why you won't be in. Hanging up, you look at him. "You still wanna look at it?"

He watches, utterly dumbfounded as you make the call and chat with your boss on the other line. He's completely fascinated by the fact that you can speak to someone directly from the device and they can answer back instantly. He grins widely as you hang up and ask him if he still wants to take a look at it. He nods his head eagerly in excitement.

"Yes. I want to see how this thing works."

You nod once, your smile growing a little more. You hand it to him unlocked so he can actually explore it.

He grabs the phone, holding it in his hand gently. He feels a sense of nervousness, like he's holding some kind of ancient artifact. He's utterly fascinated by how advanced a device it is. He looks down at the screen, his eyes flickering between the different applications and icons.

"So how do you...use this?" He mutters, his eyes still on the screen, his index finger idly brushing the touchscreen, trying to figure out what each icon represents. I step closer towards him, shrugging.

"Well it depends what you want to do."

He turns to look at you, realizing that you're now right next to him, close enough for him to smell your scent. It's a mixture of sweetness from your perfume and the faint scent of cigarettes, which actually smells quite nice. A small shiver ripples through him, suddenly very aware of how close you are to him now. He swallows nervously and turns his attention back to the phone, trying to distract himself before his mind wanders down a route he knows it shouldn't in his current predicament.

"Ah, well...can you show me how it works?"

You chuckle a little and nod. It was almost endearing. He was piloting through time and space and yet this is what has his attention. "Yeah yeah I can." You pull up the other chair beside him so you’re not just leaning beside him. "Hm just press whatever you want to see. We'll start there."

He watches as you pull up a chair next to him, his heart rate suddenly rising as you're now in even closer proximity to him. He can feel the heat radiating from your body, and the close distance between you makes his breath hitch in his throat. He tries to regain his focus. He looks back at the screen, scrolling through the list of different applications.

He taps on one at random, a basic text messaging application. "What does this one do?"

"That's how you send a text message if you don't want to have to call someone." You explain as it pulls the keyboard up on the touchscreen. His eyes widen as the screen suddenly changes and shows him a small keypad of letters, numbers, and symbols. He's still trying to wrap his head around the fact that he's looking at a screen that is responding to his very touch.

"You can...send messages just by tapping on the screen? And the other person can see them?"

Your smile widens at his awe like expression. "Yeah. Here it seems like I got something else that'll blow your mind." You tap the emoji button, pulling up all the little pictures you can type with just to see his reaction.

His eyes almost pop out his head when you hit the emoji button and suddenly the screen fills with different colorful emojis. His jaw drops, clearly taken aback by what he's witnessing. His eyebrows raise as he gapes at the screen.

"You can...use these when you're sending... messages?" He picks up the phone again, scrolling through all the different emojis, completely fascinated by them.

You can't help but laugh lightly at his reaction to just tiny little pictures. A General from a whole other galaxy amused by little cartoon faces. "Yeah you can."

He looks up from the phone, a sheepish grin spreading across his face as he realizes how ridiculous his reaction must seem to you. He's a damn General in an entirely different galaxy, yet here he is, fawning over little digital cartoon emojis on a cellphone. It's almost embarrassing.

He lets out an embarrassed chuckle, shaking his head at his own foolishness. "I'm sorry if I...sound like a complete idiot for being so blown away by all this."

You shake your head, an amused and almost endearing smile on your lips. "No no, please don't apologize. It's all new to you, I understand."

His heart flutters a bit as he sees that warm, endearing smile on your face. Your understanding tone and vour kind acceptance of his fascination with simple earth technology is enough to make him feel a strange connection to you. He tries to maintain a cool, suave demeanor, a smile playing on his lips as he looks back at the phone and continues scrolling through the emojis.

"Well then, keep showing me... whatever else this phone can do then."

You let out a soft laugh at that, nodding. You found it endearing and you were enjoying this actually. You show him different apps, starting simple with the call option and all the extras it has, then emails, weather tracking, the calendar, the clock, and then start to show him social media apps, starting with Pinterest first since its mild, then onto Instagram.

His eyes flicker with wonder as you show him the different apps and features on the phone. Each new function that you demonstrate completely fascinates him, making him feel even more in awe of your species' technological advancements. It feels unreal, almost like he's living in some kind of strange dream. As you show him the social media apps, his eyes grow wide staring at all the pictures and videos on Pinterest and Instagram.

"By the Force... this is all possible with this one device?"

You laugh again and nod. "Yes it is," you answer him. "Is the 'Force' something where you're from?"

He looks at you, slightly surprised that you would ask about the Force. It was something he took for granted, a natural part of his everyday life. It was almost strange to think that there were people in the galaxy who didn't know about it.

"Yes. It's..it's difficult to explain. It's an energy field that binds the universe together. My people are what we call 'Force-sensitive.' We can feel its presence. Some of us can even wield it. I'm one of those people."

Your eyebrows furrow. Now it's your turn to be confused. "So is it like a sixth sense or magic?"

He grins at your question and sits back in the chair, contemplating how to best explain the Force to someone who has no idea what it is. "It's...kind of a sixth sense I suppose. We can use it to sense things without seeing, hear things we would otherwise have no knowledge of, and influence the physical world around us through some...'magical' abilities, as you would call it."

Your eyebrows raise and you look at him with almost an awe-like expression. "Really? Can you show me? If it's not too much in your current state."

His heart skips a beat, feeling a shiver of excitement as your expression turns to one of awe. He loves showing off his power. And for some reason, he relishes the chance to do so in front of you. "Sure. I've got enough energy for something simple." He sets the phone aside on the table and closes his eyes. You can see a faint hint of concentration on his face as he reaches out with the Force.

You watch him in awe as he concentrates but you don't see anything happening yet and are confused. Perhaps you’re not supposed to look at him but rather something else?

He grins a little inside at your perplexed expression. You are clueless. completely ignorant of the existence of the Force and all the incredible things it can do. It was refreshing to him actually. It's been so long since he's been around someone who didn't know what he was capable of. He suddenly opens his eyes, and with a subtle flick of his hand, the phone on the table suddenly lifts into the air and floats above the surface.

Your eyes widen and your mouth drops open in shock and awe. "Oh. My. God."

His smirk widens as he sees your stunned reaction. It's delightful to him, seeing you gobsmacked at his simple Force trick. He lets the phone hover in the air for a few more seconds, then with another subtle flick of his hand, he brings it back down to the table. "Pretty cool, right?"

You shake your head, looking back to him. "No no it's not just 'pretty cool', that was incredible." You respond.

If you were amazed by that simple of a demonstration of the Force, he could only imagine how l'd react to see something actually of substance, more than just levitating a phone. He grins even wider, feeling a rush of pride from your reaction. He loves the way you gasp in awe at his Force abilities. It makes him feel like a damn superhero from those silly childhood books. And something about your reaction makes him want to show you even cooler things he can do.

"That was nothing compared to what I can do when I'm actually in good shape." He chuckles, still basking in your amazement.

Your smile widens a bit but your expression softens. "Well then maybe once you're in full health before you leave you can show me something a little bigger. We can consider it a parting gift." You say and even now the idea of him leaving leaves a bitter taste in your mouth.

His smile falters just a bit as you bring up the fact that he'll eventually have to leave. It's a reality he's been trying his best to ignore. The thought of going back to Coruscant without you is already making him feel more nauseous than his previous injuries. He tries to keep his expression neutral, but the disappointment shows on his face.

"Yeah. Of course. I'll show you something really awesome to make it a good memories, alright?"

You nod once, trying to keep the disappointment out of your eyes, believing it to be selfish. "Sounds like a deal," you look to the untouched zebra cake next to his finished breakfast plate. "Speaking of memories, you should try that now " nodding towards the sweet.

He sees the disappointment hidden in your eyes, which only makes the pit in his stomach feel heavier. He mentally chides himself for feeling this way, for already being attached to someone he's known for less than a day. It's irrational, it's a foolish way to act, but he can't help it. He wants more time with you. The last thing he wants is you knowing how much it guts him to think about leaving you behind. He knows that he's got to focus on fixing the ship and getting out of here before he gets too wrapped up in you. He glances at the zebra cake, the mention of sweet treats snapping him out of his thoughts as he reaches for it, tearing open the wrapper with a hint of childlike excitement in his eyes. He takes a bite and his face lights up almost instantly.

"Oh damn, these things are delicious."

You watch as he tears it open and the way his eyes immediately light up at the taste. A smile makes its way into your face and you let out a quiet chuckle at his reaction. You nod your head. "Mm believe it or not that's nothing compared to what else is out there."

He tears off another bite, taking a big mouthful of cake and letting out a moan of pleasure. After living off of shitty ration bars and pre-packed meals for most of his life, the sweetness of the Zebra Cake was just sheer ecstasy for his tastebuds.

"It gets better than this?!" He asks, his eyes widening as he looks up at you with his mouth full of half-chewed cake.

You wince at the display of chewed up food, scrunching your face up and closing your eyes. You nod. "Yeah...yeah it does. Like I said I'll get some other things for you to try and I already offered to bake."

He suddenly notices your expression and realizes his rather disgusting mistake. He quickly swallows the mouthful of cake and gives you a sheepish smile in return.

"Yeah sorry about that. Still getting used to all that proper table etiquette and such. I can be a bit of a barbarian sometimes." The idea of you actually baking something for him makes his heart thump in his chest, but he tries to keep his cool as he nods at your offer. "I'd love to try anything you make."

You chuckle a little and wave a hand at him. "No no you're fine, I promise. Well how about after I clean up breakfast I can run to the grocery store to get some ingredients?"

He finishes the last bites of the Zebra Cake, licking the little crumbs off his fingers as he nods at your suggestion. "Sure, that sounds great," He answers, giving you a warm smile. Even if you hadn't offered to bake, he would have taken any opportunity to keep you around for a bit longer. He knows he should stop getting so attached, but he can't help it. You were just... too wonderful. He didn't want you out of his sight just yet. His heart was already longing for you for some damned reason.

You start to clean up from breakfast from the both of you.

He watches you move about the kitchen, gathering up the dishes from the table and bringing them to the sink to clean them. Something about seeing you doing something so domestic makes his heart flutter. It feels like something out of a holovid scene, watching you take care of him... and it's everything his subconscious wants, even though he knows he can't have it. He swallows the lump in his throat as he stares at you, his heart and mind conflicted, his heart wanting you and his mind telling him to leave you alone.

Unaware of his own thoughts, you hum to yourself as you work. Eventually the clean up is finished and you turn back to him, wiping your hands dry on your pants.

"I'm gonna get dressed. Do you need my help back to the couch before I do?"

He's shaken out of his thoughts by the sound of your voice, and he watches as you return to him once everything has been put away. He stands up and shakes his head, a smirk tugging at his lips.

"I think I can handle a short trek across the room without your help. I'm not completely helpless, you know."

A smile that matches his own works its way into your lips. You place your hands up in mock surrender. "Alright alright just making sure." With that you walk down the hall to your bedroom, shutting the door behind you and getting dressed.

He lets out a quiet chuckle as he watches you retreat to your bedroom. He slowly makes his way back to the couch, settling himself back into the same spot as before. His heart still feels heavy with dread and his mind still tells him to keep his distance...but his heart protests. He doesn't know how to handle the way he's feeling. It all seemed too soon, too early to feel so attached to you. He sighs and lays back against the cushions, closing his eyes to rest until you return.

You come back out a few moments later. You slip hours shoes on and grab your keys. "You're more than welcome to stay here or come with. Whichever you'd rather."

He opens his eyes and lifts his head to look at you, a part of him not wanting to let you out of his sight.

"Let me come with," He says after a pause. He knew that the longer he stayed here, the more attached he became, but he didn't care. He wanted to hang onto any minute with you. He slowly stands up from the couch, waiting to see if you object to him coming along.

Your eyebrows furrow a bit not having expected him to want to come with. "I- really? Are you sure you're not in too much pain? I don't want you to push yourself."

He can tell that you're surprised by his decision to go with you, but he doesn't let that stop him. He gives a small shake of his head, a smirk tugging at his lips again. "Don't worry. I swear I'm perfectly capable of walking across a parking lot and spending some time in a grocery store. I've walked with injuries far worse, trust me."

You sigh softly looking at him, regarding and assessing to make sure he isn't just saying that to get what he wants. With a sigh you give in. "Alright, you can come then."

He gives you a satisfied grin as you agree to let him tag along. He tries to ignore the slight pang of guilt in his chest for being so happy about the situation. He shouldn't be attached. He shouldn't care this much. But his heart was already beating like crazy as he watched you grab your keys. He can't help himself. A part of him deep inside doesn't want to leave you. Not ever. "Great," He says with a smile. "I'll just follow you out."

You nod once. You look at what he's wearing, mentally going over it to make sure it won't draw attention to him. Brown slacks, a long sleeved black compression shirt and brown boots. If anything he looks like a blue collar worker so he'll blend in. Except for maybe the one glove he's yet to take off. Oh well.

"Alright c'mon." You say. Your cat brushes against Anakin's leg in a way to say see you later. He glances down at the purring cat as it rubs against his ankles and smiles slightly, the animal's affection bringing him a small flicker of comfort despite the conflict stirring in his chest. He follows you out of the front door, the warm air of the summer morning greeting him as you both step outside.

He pauses for a moment as he sees your car waiting in the driveway, suddenly struck with the surreal thought that only hours ago he was laying half-conscious in your backyard. How things had changed.

You notice his steps falter and immediately stop to look back at him concerned. "Are you okay?"

He notices the worried look on your face and swallows, giving you a reassuring smile.

"Yeah...yeah, I'm fine, don't worry. Just... taking it all in I guess," He says, avoiding the truth as he shakes his head a bit, as if clearing the thoughts from his mind, before continuing to walk. "Sorry...let's keep going."

You nod once looking at him for another moment before turning and continuing to the car. "Alright..." you unlock the car and get in behind the wheel waiting for him to get in the passenger seat.

He follows you to the driver's side of the car and slides into the passenger seat next to you, shutting the door behind him. He takes time to look around the interior of the vehicle as he fastens the seatbelt, his eyes taking it all in. It looks so vastly different compared to anything he's ever seen, yet something about it feels just slightly reminiscent of some of the tech he's seen back in the Jedi Temple back in Coruscant.

You look over at him after buckling your own seatbelt. "Mm that's right you've never been in a car." You observe before turning the keys and starting the ignition.

"No, I haven't had the honor," He replies with a hint of sarcasm, watching with interest as you start the ignition. The rumble of the engine comes alive and he jumps slightly, the sudden sound making him jolt in surprise. He swallows once as the wheels start to move and the car starts to pull out of the drive. "I've driven speeders before, but those are so much different. And a hell of a lot more fun to drive," He says, a hint of a smirk tugging at his lips as he looks at you.

You chuckle a bit at his reaction, looking over at him. You quirk an eyebrow up, returning your focus to the road. "Speeders? Are those your version of cars?"

He lets out a laugh at your question, as he shakes his head. "Not exactly. Think more of a mix of a motorcycle and a car. How do I explain this? They're kinda like hovercrafts. They're small, fast, and you ride them through the air. Very fun to drive and great for chases though. They've got turbo speeders out there that could probably beat your car in awe you'd be with that. Maybe one day?

Your eyebrows raise as he describes it, nodding your head thoughtfully, oblivious to his true thought pattern. "Hm. Those sound really fun actually, and interesting." You respond. You continue to drive down the main road, past fields and farm houses with barns, some cows and horses and other barn animals in their yards.

He looks out of the window, eyes widening as he continues to gaze at the surroundings as he takes it all in. He had seen different planets during the war, hell, some of them were even more beautiful and exotic than this, but there was something in this small countryside scenery that just struck something in him. Something peaceful and calm and serene. His heart aches once as he glances at you driving next to him, his thoughts wandering briefly.

His entire life had been filled with war and battles and fighting... was this what peace looked like?

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