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what-if-nct · 1 year ago

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hi hi today's reminder is… heavy. i think I might be heading very towards burnout but I don't think there's anything I can take off my plate. when my mom got sick, my manager kind of took me off work for a bit but now it's picking back up because, yknow, it's a job and I'm glad they were considerate enough to basically give me three months off, but I can't expect that forever. and so work is a lot and both my teammates are out of town so it falls on me but I can't complain about it being unfair because they did all my work while I was running around hospitals with my mom. and the second i come back home, I'm on nurse duty because we're all exhausted and cancer is awful even on the good days. it's physically exhausting to help her with everything: she can't get stuff for herself, she gets tired eating most days so I have to feed her, i have to support her whenever she walks or even sits up, i have to cook and clean and help her change and give her messages every night because everything hurts, i have to keep track of meds and symptoms and chemo doses and who do I have to cover for today because everyone's exhausted but all of this needs to be done. and again: i can't complain. she's going through something unimaginably difficult. i have to hold her when she cries even though I'm barely hanging in there emotionally. i can't go out on weekends because then I'm "out" working on weekdays and that apparently is time off. I've taken to lying to my family and telling them I'm at work and going to my boyfriend's once a week just to have some time where I'm wanted, not needed. a couple weeks ago we were cuddling and he told me he was proud of how I'm dealing with all this and i cried for about fifteen minutes straight. today he made me lunch and he bought me cheesecake and we watched an old movie together and I had such a nice day until the second i stepped on the train to go home and it hit me how much I dreaded the thought of being at home. every night I stay up til like 3 because if I don't get those few hours of alone time, i don't think I can make it through this, even if I still have to wake up early and go to work on four hours of sleep.

and. i knew this would be difficult. i knew this was never going to be easy. but I'm just so drained and I'm having to dig so deep to find my empathy and i feel like a horrible person. i just want to get away from it all, and i know how selfish that would be, but I just want to go away and not be needed for a few days. to just be taken care of, for more than a few hours once a week.

Honey, When I say I know where you're coming from. I completely know where you're coming from. And I want to tell you that it is amazing that you do everything you do. It isn't easy, it's quite possibly the most difficult moment of your life. And I'm happy you do get those hours of solace you need to recooperate, cause it's so important. And I understand it's a time in your life where it's how much bending is it going to take before you break. Because you are only human and you should not feel bad about wanting to get away from it all to have time just for yourself. It's a normal feeling.

When taking care of others you put yourself on the back burner but your own responsibilities just catch up and your burning the candle at both ends and it's overwhelming. You're not selfish. You're human. I know I share my own experiences a lot but it's just my way of relating so I'll keep it short. So about five years ago my aunt had her legs amputatated and because im the only woman in the house and I'm the youngest it fell on my shoulders to take care of her. She only has a son. Only I can bathe and change her. I couldn't leave the house except after she slept and right now i can only get a couple of hours out of a day to do what i need.

But in the beginning I had to do everything on top of cleaning the house and laundry and cooking. I was only used to cleaning after myself, I can barely feed myself. I had no time to do anything for myself. It got to the point I would do anything and everything to get away from the house, things I'm not proud of but it was still better than being home and I lied so much. I hated my life so much I had no time for myself I grew to never want children cause after she goes to a facility I'm not taking care of anyone but myself. And now that I'm 30 I do genuinely feel like I wasted my 20s taking care of her. Now, it's not as bad I have more free time but I know the beginning is so hard, it's really hard.

I want you to know you are not alone in what you're feeling, you're not selfish for wanting to get away. And I can't really provide any solutions at this time, when I figure it out I'll tell you. But I can say that you are strong, so loving because it takes a lot of love to do what you're doing. And it may not seem like it but eventually things will get better. You're mom will beat this and be strong and healthy and you both will be able to live life to the fullest together. But in the meantime be kind to yourself, give yourself the grace of being human, take advantage of all the free time and love and care you can with your boyfriend and don't feel guilty about it. It's something you need. And I send you the biggest hug ever. It will get better okay. Trust me it will. I send you so much love, support and encouragement 🌸🩷🩷🌸🌸🩷🩷🌸

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sapphicknightaesthetic · 3 years ago

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Prompt #2: The winds call me back to you

Ireland had proved to be more than Eivor had bargained for. She sailed home on the wind-tossed sea, wondering if the trade routes, outposts, and alliances she forged would prove to be worth it in the end, compared to their exorbitantly high cost. She remembered Barid’s eyes, soft but desperate, pleading with her to ensure King Flann’s allegiance with his last breath, paired with an intensity of his love for his son. He had built a thriving city all so that Sichfrith could prosper...

“...Valhalla need not be a place, Eivor. It can be a legacy…”

She thought about her own legacy. Her intention had always been a life dedicated to fighting for honor, for the glory of her people, for some measure of peace where she no longer needed to pick up her axe to defend them at every turn. But is that what England had given her? She had spent much of her energy and immense skills at the whims of others with political aims and goals, not always aligning with her own. She had placed more than one puppet king on a throne, often needing to choose between the better of two evils. Was this honor? Was this a legacy worthy of entrance to Valhalla?

Eivor felt exhaustion roll through her like the tide, filling every crevice. She felt unsure of her place in the world, and just needed the comfort of home. Of Randvi. That was her raison d'être, as Estrid would say. Her reason for being. If she fought for the betterment of her clan, if she made connections and alliances to ensure their safety, that was all that mattered. She shook the sad cobwebs from her mind, determined to have a genuine smile for her wife when she returned. She leaned against the firm wall of the longship, and fell into an uneasy sleep.

Birna shook her shoulder. “Come on Sunbeam. Home time.”

Eivor’s eyes fluttered open, she blinked sleep back to its void. “Have we docked?”

“Not yet. We’re just around the bend.”

“Thanks for waking me, Birna.”

“I’m so glad to be rid of Ireland! Those Druids were something else, eh? Giving decent Pagans a bad name.”

“Mmmm.”

“Eivor, I don’t mean to pry. But you spent a lot of time with that red haired witch...what’s her name…”

“Ciara. I did. What’s your question, Birna?”

“I’m just wondering if you made any Druid magic of your own in that wet bog of a land?”

Eivor rolled her eyes. Birna knew full well she hadn’t, though this question seemed to pop up after every major journey they undertook. Eivor had tried to tell her multiple times that she would never be unfaithful to Randvi, that she could not bed anyone for the sake of it if her heart wasn’t in it. The concept had been lost on Birna, and so the questions had persisted.

“You know I didn’t.”

“I’m just checking. You do have a type, Sunbeam. That red hair burns like fire.”

Eivor grinned ruefully, shook her head, and turned to look at their surroundings. They were just passing the trined point in the river that led to Grantebridge, the ruins of Duroliponte looming to the Southeast. One more bend and they’d be home. She wondered if Randvi would be there waiting; she had sent Sýnin ahead with a note. The evening was well on its way, Randvi might even be asleep. She pictured their bed, warm and soft, furs piled on top of them as they snuggled together, limbs entwined. More and more, this was what she wanted. The return home was always worth it, and was always something she looked forward to, but lately she no longer wanted to return, she only wanted the simple everyday fact of her and Randvi together, because she had never left in the first place.

She watched, wistfully, as the crew lowered the sails and started rowing, this part of the river too narrow to traverse safely. Her heart rate increased as the Raider’s hut roof became visible, growing closer with each stroke of the oars. She felt a swell of pride as more of her village emerged from the lowland fog. Her village . She had built this place from almost nothing, discarded hovels of canvas and sticks. Sigurd may have claimed it as theirs, but Eivor had been the one to turn it into something to be proud of, something worth protecting. She leapt to the back of the ship’s tail, standing on a ledge. “...Valhalla need not be a place, Eivor. It can be a legacy…” This was her Valhalla, and it would never be complete without the person at it’s centre, at its heart.

Eivor realized then that while she was proud of Ravensthorpe, Ravensthorpe, much like her former idea of Valhalla, was only a place. Randvi was her true home. She’d go wherever Randvi was, without question. Their love, with all of its storied history of waiting, longing, and hiding, was her legacy. She saw copper hair, cloaked against the oncoming chill of the evening, waiting like a beacon between the posts of the village entrance.

The ship glided silently up to the dock, and Eivor immediately leapt off, running as fast as her exhausted legs would carry her. She grabbed Randvi, lifting her off the ground in a tight embrace, spinning her around. She inhaled Randvi’s scent, spice and fire blending with earth and ink and smoke. Her heart beat Randvi’s name in fast repetition, her hands holding onto her wife as tightly as she dared without hurting her.

“My love,” Randvi whispered, as she held fast to Eivor. “How I’ve missed you.” Her hands caressed the back of Eivor’s newly shaved head, luxuriating in the velvety feel.

Eivor couldn’t speak, she did not want to break the moment with words, but slowly set Randvi down, quickly finding her mouth and communicating everything she couldn’t say with a long, slow kiss, paying attention to the feel of Randvi’s lips, the warmth of her mouth, the teasing nature of her teeth.

Claps and pats of hands landed on her back and shoulders from the crew as they walked past the pair. Their hearts never failed to be happy for their Jarl, for the love that she had found and fought for. For all of her sacrifice, for the enormous work she had devoted to make their lives better, they gladdened at the sight of Eivor and Randvi together. They knew how hard her road had been, how much she had suffered, often silently, from such a young age. Her happiness was their happiness, and they showed her whenever they could. Birna let out a whistle.

“You better get her to bed, Jarlskona.” Birna wrapped an arm around Petra, who had walked down to meet her wife when she saw the familiar Raven sails from her hut.

“Leave them be, love. I’d better get you to bed.” Petra wrapped an arm around Birna’s waist.

“You’ll hear no complaints from me, Petra. Good night, Sunbeam!”

Eivor and Randvi watched them leave, as Eivor sent them off with a wave. Randvi turned back around, seeing the edges of something in Eivor’s face. “What’s wrong, darling? Are you hurt?”

“I’m fine. I have a few cuts and bruises, nothing to worry about, my heart.”

“Thank you for sending Sýnin. I have a bath prepared. And some roast boar, thanks to Petra.”

Eivor felt overcome at the thoughtful care Randvi showed her in all things. “Randvi...thank you.” Was all she could manage.

Randvi smiled at her, her wife was always so ready to display gratitude, a custom she never tired of, but she furrowed her eyes, wondering what was troubling her usually contented drengr.

“Let’s get you home.”

Randvi and Eivor sat in deliciously scented hot water. The worry and tension Eivor had carried home with her evaporated into the steam drifting to the longhouse ceiling. A satisfied smile now constantly fixed on her face.

“This was a great idea, possibly the best you’ve ever had. And that’s truly saying something.”

“I aim to please, my Jarl.” Randvi felt self-congratulatory at the obvious change in her love’s mood. Years of observing Eivor, of seeing her come home in different states of health and happiness, of finding different ways of tending to that glorious body and soul made Randvi an expert in the proper care and maintenance of her physically ferocious wife. But one truth prevailed among her experience: Eivor always recooperated faster with a bath.

“Are you ready to talk about Ireland?”

Eivor exhaled. “I will do my best. It still feels...fresh.”

Randvi sat up in the bath, giving Eivor all of her attention.

“You know I went to Ireland to help my cousin, Barid. And I did help, although Barid fell in battle. His High King did not heed Barid’s warnings. We were able to beat the Druids back, but I have been wondering if his death was needless, no matter how good and glorious his end. He died a hero, and is no doubt in Valhalla, but had his words been listened to, he would still be the King of Dublin, and his son would still have his father.”

“It is not up to us to change fate, Eivor. It sounds like the Nornir gave Barid a good death. What else can we ask in this life?”

“The love of the most beautiful and intelligent of women, for a start, at the very least.”

Randvi rolled her eyes and laughed, pleasure and embarrassment mingled together. When she looked back at Eivor, sorrow still crept in the periphery. “Is that all that troubles you, Eivor?”

“The Druids of Ireland are much like us, trying to carve out a life for themselves, trying to hold onto their traditions and culture, though the Christians would willingly wipe them, and us, away if given the chance. There was an extremist faction, the Children of Danu, that were causing all the strife while other Druids were forced to live in fear and even secrecy. It made me wonder if we will ever truly pacify this land. The Christians make no room for anyone else. I…I had to kill a Druid priestess who I thought was my friend, all for a Christian King who would rule over all. Was that honorable? I feel...stained, Randvi. I wonder if the decisions I’ve made in my time here are hurting our people, rather than truly helping. She was misguided, angry, she caused a lot of pain in the land there. I think King Flann Sinna saw the error of his ways in his treatment of the Druids, and he will make amends - he said as much. But these Christians...they can be false as well as unyielding. I’m not sure how far he can be trusted.”

Memories of Fulke and King Aelfred made her skin prick involuntarily. The Norse and Danes were often met with a great deal more than suspicion and hostility, labeled as barbarians and savages for their voracity in war. But there was something honest and forthright in them as a people; they hid nothing, they lived openly and celebrated the customs and cultures of all who chose to live among them. Sharing resources through a community was their way, regardless of the people that community comprised; yet this was not the way of the Christians. From what she had seen, they feared all outsiders. She was unsure if this was unique to Anglo-Saxon Christians or not, but from all she had experienced, she was not keen to go looking for other examples.

Randvi found Eivor’s hand under the warm water, and stroked soothingly. Her love never lost sight of the broader view and what it meant for her people. It was one of the many things she adored and cherished about her. She took Eivor’s fingers and brought them to her lips, kissing them lightly.

“These are large questions, my love. Too large to confront in one night. But I promise I will help you as much as I can in our time come in this land. You try to take care of so many, Eivor Varinsdottir. I fear the world is too big, even for your very broad shoulders.”

Eivor felt her heart flutter. After all these years, after all this time, being with Randvi made her feel like she was falling in love with her over and over again. She never stopped falling.

“But maybe, just for tonight, you can let me take care of you?” Randvi leaned forward, kissing one cheek lightly, then the other cheek, her nose, her chin, across her forehead, until she found Eivor’s lips, nipping lightly, until Eivor pulled her forward and kissed her with earnest desire. She opened her body, as Randvi lay on top of her in the bath, relishing the closeness after too many months apart.

Eivor leaned her head back slightly, looking into Randvi’s eyes, darkened to forest green between her desire and the dim candlelight around them.

“Barid said something to me, before the Valkyrie came to claim him. He told me that Valhalla need not be a place, that it can be a legacy.” Eivor held Randvi’s gaze, needing her to feel how much she meant what she was about to say. “I think perhaps for me, it is not so much a legacy, as it’s you, Randvi. You are my home, my Valhalla. After all of our time in England, all of the campaigns, the politicking, the alliances we have paid for with sweat and blood, we could walk away tomorrow and I would not care. The winds always call me back to you, wherever you are.”

Randvi felt strangely vulnerable, though deeply moved. She felt her heart race to echo and return Eivor’s sentiment. If Eivor ever left Ravensthorpe, Randvi would follow without hesitation. She used the moment to lean down and kiss Eivor again, with unashamed love and lust and pride and longing and hope. Their lives together had not been easy, but it had been worth every moment they had paid.

She felt Eivor’s hands slide down to her lower back, holding her closely. She felt a hot rush in her center, and decided it was time to leave the bath.

“Shall we adjourn to our chambers, my Jarl?”

Eivor smirked, knowingly. “Indeed, my Jarlskona.”

Randvi made her way out of the bath, as Eivor followed suit. Randvi spied some new blade slices over Eivor’s body, and some fresh bruises getting ready to bloom; she’d be sure to kiss them all later. She took Eivor’s hand and led them naked to their bed. Their bed . A place she was never tired of acknowledging.

Eivor pulled Randvi to her, wrapping her in strong, solid muscle. “I missed you, Jarlskona.”

“And I you, my Jarl.” Randvi pressed her teeth against Eivor’s neck, nipping and sucking her way along the tender flesh under her chin. She heard Eivor’s breath catch, and a gasp after she released skin from her teeth. She moved a hand, cupping Eivor’s sex, feeling the wet traces of her want on her fingers. Eivor bowed her head resting it on Randvi’s shoulder, her breathing deepening with anticipation. This fierce drengr, terror of England and Ireland, great Jarl of a proud clan, was made vulnerable and soft with a single touch. It was a power Randvi knew only she wielded, and she never took it for granted.

She brought Eivor to the bed, guiding her down. “What would you like, darling?” She purred in a way that drove Eivor wild.

“You. I just want you.”

“I am yours, Eivor.”

And the sound of those words, said by the only woman in the world she needed to hear them from, snapped Eivor out of the worry she brought home with her. As the sounds of their love-making filled the longhouse, Ravensthorpe sighed relief, and for tonight at least, everything was well in the world.

#eivor x randvi #eivor randvi #lady eivor #lady knights #women in armor #my writing #randivorprideweek #randivorprideweek2021

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dogboyzen · 4 years ago

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Summer activities w/ the RFA + Saeran & V

Hi hi!! This is my first post here and my first time writing one of these!! Feel free to leave feedback or requests as well :)) I’m super excited to be here and I hope u enjoy!! <3

Yoosung Kim

•you had to drag him off his computer at the start of the summer

•but now he’s LOVES going outside and doing stuff with you

•he comes up with fun little road trips for you 2!!

•definitely loves the amusement park and will drag you on rides all day

•he also really likes the beach but the sun tires him out easily

•but him being tired doesn’t stop the fun!! This boy loves doing anything, anywhere with you

•sometimes you both need some time to recooperate energy, so you watch those coming of age summer movies on the off days

•In fact yoosung loves those movies!! He’s a sucker for clique but happy endings :))

•summer is his favourite season and as long as your with him, he doesn’t care what you 2 do!!

Zen / Hyun Ryu

•lots.of.sefies!!

•no matter where you 2 are, he loves taking photos of your adventures together and he loves to show you off !

•this man is all for the beach

•but if one guy looks at you the wrong way in a bikini he will make sure the guy knows your taken

•zen will definitely bitch about being in the sun too long cause it could ruin his skin

•comes up with super romantic but simple date ideas

•going on picnics together became a regular thing for you 2!!

•he suggested going to the amusement park with you but when he instantly saw how big the rides were he nearly shit himself

•but when he saw how excited you were to go on them, he sucked it up and came with you on them

•he ended up loving them and by the end of the day you both were exhausted from rides

•zen loves being in your company no matter where it is and made the most of the summer with you!!

•by the end of the summer, his storage was nearly filled with photos though

Jaehee Kang

•Jaehee usually would rather stay around town than going out on crazy trips

•but Jaehee loves going on roadtrips with you!!

•going in the car while listening to music and having small conversations was very relaxing for her

•you can bet your summer was filled with baking and trying out crazy recipes

•when you both couldn’t sleep, you’d do some 3am baking while having deep conversations on the kitchen floor

•she loves going hiking with you!!

•so you 2 ended up camping for a few days :))

•it was a bit of a disaster as it was both of your first times camping, but it certainly was super fun!

•Jaehee loved going on cute dates in the park w/ you, where you both would find a quiet place to watch the sunset together

•you both would go to the beach late at night and go swimming at sunset

•it was a very relaxing first summer w/ her and you 2 already had made plans for next summer too!!

Jumin Han

•you can guarantee Jumin would plan something expensive vacation for you both

•it was a blast!! You 2 went to Hawaii and explored the island together

•you decided to take Jumin to an amusement park!!

•when you told him about it, he didn’t understand as he could easily rent out the place for the day for you 2 calm down Jumin not everything needs to be so extra

•when you got there, he didn’t know where to go as he’s never been to a place like this before

•when you took him on a rollarcoaster, he wasn’t too big of a fan, but enjoyed seeing you smile

•so you guys went on a few smaller ones together

•Jumin would find really cute restaurants with an outside patio to go to w/ you!!

•Jumin would take you on dates on his boat since Elizabeth the 3rd could come and you’d end up spending the day there

•you 2 would dance together in front of the moonlight before heading home

•Jumin loves being in your presence so the summer was spent together, doing a variety of things

•it was the best summer of your lives since you spent it together, and you both couldn’t wait for the future summers to come :))

707 / Luciel / Saeyoung Choi

•‘MC wake up, wake up, we need to get ready for the amusement park’

•‘Saeyoung it’s 5 in the morning let me sleep”

•this boy was excited to go anywhere and planned something super fun almost everyday with you!!

•he didn’t get to experience a lot of things during his childhood so the summer was spent living out his childhood fantasies!!

•he LOVED the amusement, like yoosung

•would try to go on every ride with you

•by the end of the day you both were exsuated, arms full of stuffed animals, won from the carnival games which he was literally a pro at

•it was 7am one morning and you woke up to water get splashed on your face, it was a waterballoon.

•you, Vanderwood and Saeran all looked pissed off coming out of your rooms, to see what the hell happened

•it took no less than 10 seconds to realize this was one of Saeyoungs pranks

•and as soon as you realized that, Saeyoung popped up from behind the couch and hit Saeran square in the face with a waterballoon

•if Saeran wasn’t already pissed, now he was, and 30 minutes, 130 waterballoons, and 4 soaked adults later, the waterballoon fight was over

•this was just one of the many pranks Saeyoung pulled this summer, but you eventually started to get in on them with Saeyoung!!

•you both had such an exciting summer together, and Saeyoung was bummed it was over :((

•but that doesn’t mean the fun is over!! Saeyoung had already started to plan next summer to be even crazier with you!!!

V / Jihyun Kim

•if you thought Zen took a lot of photos, wait til you see the amount V took

•he took his camera everywhere so he could capture the fun moments he had with you!!

•he wasn’t a big fan of commercial attractions, but rather more relaxing trips

•you 2 went camping together, by the lake for 2 weeks!!

•you loved to help V by modeling for his photos! So you both would do adorable photoshoots together!!

•you guys were literally a living aesthetic

•this man would work so hard on coming up with the cutest dates for you guys!!

•you 2 would go on a small vacation together to a private beach 3 hours away!!

•you 2 would play in the water and every chance he got, he couldn’t stop telling you how beautiful you looked god this man is literally an angel wtf

•On the days you stayed at home, you 2 would cuddle together while watching movies

•your summer was spent together surrounded by relaxing scenery

•it was the first time since he left Rika, he realized that they were never meant to be together and you were always the one for him

•when he told you this your heart melted someone give this man a hug

Saeran

•it took a few days to convince him to leave the house and do stuff

•Saeyoung convinced him to go to an amusement park and he refused at first but seeing as you seemed excited to go, he caved and went

•he never liked crowds but nothing mattered as long as you were with him! He didn’t want to admit it, but he was having the time of his life there

•he wasn’t the biggest fan of rollarcoasters but enjoyed the smaller ones, and he was surprisingly good at carnival games, much like his brother

•he would watched a kid fall in line and laughed ‘shhh Saeran they are looking please’

•he was determined to try 50 flavours of icecream this summer, and it’s safe to say you guys doubled that goal

•no matter where you went, you would always find an icecream shop and you 2 would try all the new flavours

•your local icecream parlor knew you 2 by name, at the end of the summer

•you guys would go for cute walks in your community garden together and when it got late, you 2 would stargaze together!!

•Saeran loves watching the stars, and being with you made everything better!

•you 2 went on a lot of cute dates!!

•he surprisingly enjoyed the beach a lot but preferred to find a more private one where there was less people

•by the end of the summer he came a lot out of his comfort zone and even though he didn’t admit it, you knew he couldn’t wait to do some of the same things next summer!!

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queenvh-archive · 4 years ago

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Tired of Rumors starting

Who: Vanessa Hudgens and Zac Efron @zacharyefrcn

When: Sunday, July 26th

Where: New York City

Summary: After a weekend in Vegas photos of Bruno and Vanessa appear online where the two appear too close for Zac’s liking

Trigger warnings: none

Vanessa: She's been talking about her bachelorette party for a while now. She was constantly going back and forth trying to decide if she was having it in Vegas or Miami. Vegas was more.... well, debauchery. Casinos, drinks, strip shows, residencies both Djs and singers and bands. On the other hand Miami was beach, and bars and clubs and an amazing Latin flavor that she loved all throughout town. Plus she had David Grutman there, who she knew was going to make the absolute sure that she would have an amazing time for her last "fling before the ring". So she was leaning more towards Miami, until Bruno messaged her a couple of days previously telling her he had done some research and inviting her to Sin City to check some places out and help her make a decision.

The two had been friends for a while, so of course she thought why not? She could just make it a day trip. Leave the afternoon of one day and return the next. It was only an hour flight from LAX so she could just do it. She had spent more time in a car stuck in LA traffic. So that's what she had planned to do. She would leave Friday afternoon for Vegas and meet with Zac in NYC on Sunday for the Tveit twins' birthday party. That would give her some time to have fun in Vegas and do her "research" and also recooperate for a bit before going to a kids birthday party after a Vegas trip. The trip went awesome. Bruno didn't lie when he said he did his research. He did show her an awesome time and took her to some pretty great places that she could see herself and her friends having an amazing time at her party. She was thankful that he put all that effort for her. He even took her to the airport at 8 in the freaking morning when she was leaving. It was really sweet. After spending 5 or something hours in a plane, getting some much needed sleep she finally landed in JFK. She just wanted to get home and get some rest honestly. Plus she had really missed her NYC apartment, she hasn't been in a while so she was really excited to get home and see her banana leaf plant. Yes, she was excited for her plant. She got her luggage and took an Uber and after what seemed like an eternity on the road she finally reached her apartment building. "Honey I'm home!" she yelled once she finally entered the apartment, letting her carry on drop to the floor and sighing looking around in the familiar apartment before making a beeline for the aforementioned plant.

Zac: Generally, Zac really had no issue with Vanessa being friends with someone she hooked up with in the past. First and foremost because it was part of the past and not a threat and he knew best that sometimes it was perfectly possible to go back to just being friends, especially when you are in a committed relationship with someone new. So when Vanessa has told him she’d do some bachelorette party research with Bruno in Vegas, he genuinely was fine with it. After she flew to Vegas, he flew to New York a couple hours later, taking care of some work related things while she was doing her research in Vegas and then spending the rest of the time in her New York apartment. He’d just taken a shower after his gym workout and then got dressed in some comfy clothes - the possibility of getting his clothes he wanted to wear at the Tveit twins’ birthday party dirty before they left too big for him to get dressed so early.

As he plopped down on the couch, he decided to turn on the TV picking some documentary on Netflix he’d wanted to watch for a while now, knowing that Nessa should be on the plane right now and would probably be home in a few hours. His phone lit up with a text message and he grabbed it to quickly respond to his friend, following the link to a skater video on Instagram his buddy had sent him and somehow ended up scrolling through Instagram for a while. He was just about to put his phone away again when he came across pictures of Vanessa with Bruno at the airport. He furrowed his brow at how intimate the two looked in the shots, figuring that they must’ve been old and someone just made those pics resurface. A quick research and some tabloids he would usually avoid like the plague later, he knew that they were actually from today. Suddenly he felt anger boiling up inside him along with an emotion he hasn’t felt in a long time. It had been so long ago that he almost forgot how ugly it felt - jealousy. Technically, he knew it was stupid and that paparazzi loved to sell pictures that only contained seconds of the whole moment they had taken pictures of, knowing that if all the pictures were used some things would be far more innocent then the tabloids loved to make them seem. But as okay as he’d been with her going on this short trip...he definitely wasn’t okay with seeing her touch Bruno’s butt. Or how their faces seemed to be only inches apart, making it not only look for him like they were about to kiss but for a lot of people in the comments as well. Some even questioned if Zanessa had broken off their engagement and he knew he really shouldn’t keep scrolling through the comments, he knew it was toxic for him but he couldn’t help it. He only looked up from the phone when he heard the door open and then her yelling that she was home, tossing his phone on the table as he tried to tell himself to calm down. It was the first time he had no idea if he was happy she was home or if he wasn’t. “In the living room.” He wanted to make his voice sound neutral but he was too pissed to even pretend. “Looks like you had fun in Vegas, huh?” His words were dripping from sarcasm, to the point of almost sounding snarky as he watched her head directly to her banana leaf plant.

Vanessa: The New York apartment was so much different than the house in LA. It was small and cozy and warm. It made sense for her to have her own place in New York considering she spent months on end sometimes there. Plus if she was planning on pursuing Broadway again in the future, having her own place helped, as last time she was renting. And this apartment was just so... her. She had decorated every single corner. She had chosen every single thing in the house (not that it was big anyway). It was home as well.

She let the bag dropped not even caring and moved to the plant, checking its leaves and if the soil and vitamins she had used for it had worked. She had a person that was watering her plants but this one was always special. And yes, she had bonded with a plant. It was just her. "Almost missed you there. The house being so big and all" she joked smiling as she reverted her attention from the plant to him. She tilted her head and furrowed her brows at his tone and cold demeanor. This was definitely not the welcome she was expecting. "Yeah I did" she responded, still trying to understand what the hell was going on. He was radiating tension, his shoulders obviously tense and his jaw tight.

Zac: He couldn’t help but roll his eyes at her comment, irritated by her seeming to not have a clue what he was referring to. Even though he knew she had been on a plane for the last few hours and most likely didn’t see the pictures yet. In every other situation, he would’ve probably laughed and teased her back but he surely wasn’t in the mood for that right now. She should know what he was talking about because she had been there at the airport with Bruno...right? He got up from the small couch, too upset to be seated as he figured he probably needed to be more clear. “Never thought you’d ever use part of the wedding planning process as an excuse to spent some cuddly time with your friend.” He looked at her, crossing his arms in front of his chest as he felt his heart beat incredibly fast against it. “I mean, what the fuck?! Did you really think I’d enjoy seeing you touch some guys ass and running around with him at the airport like you two are a fucking a couple?! Or were you hoping I’d never know? Because too bad ‘cause somebody obviously fucking caught you two.”

Vanessa: She watched as he stood up and she instinctively took a step back his whole aura way too aggressive for her liking. She furrowed her eyebrows even further "I did what?" she asked trying to understand what the hell he was talking about. "Wait, I touched whose ass?" she asked, She couldn't for the life of her understand what the hell he was talking about honestly. But he was obviously upset. And she couldn't understand why and what he was talking about. Maybe it was the plane ride, or the lack of enough caffeine in her system but she was definitely not in the mood for all this and this was for sure not what she expected she would find once she came home

Zac: He let out a frustrated sigh when she still didn’t know what she was talking about but since he has no doubt the pics were of her and Bruno, he didn’t back down. Instead, he grabbed his phone, unlocked it and showed her what he was talking about. “Goddamnit! Bruno dropped you off at the airport, didn’t he? So whose ass do you think I’m talking about?” He knew he really needed to calm down, the pics weren’t as big of a deal as he made it seem right now but...they made him feel disrespected and that...hurt. It didn’t even really matter that she had slept with Bruno in the past, he would’ve been upset if it had been some other guy as well but the fact he knew she had been attracted to Bruno at some point made it even worse.

Vanessa: She took the phone from him and looked at the pictures. This was honestly so ridiculous. On one hand she was a bit flattered that he was jealous, because he rarely ever expressed it. She used to be the one having to learn to deal with women throwing themselves at him all the time. But on the other hand, she was getting really annoyed. Not just at the way he was acting but that he thought she was cupping a feel of Bruno's ass when you couldn't even see her hands in the picture. "I see" she said "Can you please point at my hand on his ass please?" she asked. "Like show me my hand on his actual ass right now". She wasn't going to lose it even though she could feel herself being really aggravated right now. Instead she kept a calm and even tone.

Zac: The fact she still remained calm after seeing the pictures and barely felt the need to explain herself could’ve upset him even more but instead, it had the effect of calming him down. At least a little. “It’s cropped off but where else would it be?” He didn’t even need to look at the picture again to know that it was cropped and her hand wasn’t exactly visibly on his ass. “But it’s not just about that picture, it’s about all the pictures. How would you feel if you saw pictures like that of me with another woman? Would you like to see me looking like I’m about to kiss her and constantly hugging and touching her while I drop her off at the airport?” He sighed again, letting his arms drop to his sides. “You two look far too couple-y for my liking and quite frankly, as your fiancé I feel disrespected. Almost like you don’t give a shit how acting like that around him would make me feel.”

Vanessa: "On my roll on bag's handle" she said deadpan pointing behind her shoulder at her bag by the door. "Which I was pulling behind me" she added. "I don't even touch your ass in public, why the hell would I touch Bruno's?" she said "And if there was something suspicious going on, would I fucking go ahead and do it in a public airport? Really? In front of all those people? Where everybody is clearly a photographer and take pictures." she shook her head "And I don't look as if I'm about to kiss anyone" she added. She bit her lip as to not say something else "And I would REALLY not go there if I were you" she pointed out before she could stop herself. Because she has been in his position in the past. Her previous relationship because she was cheated on. She thought it was a different thing until she found out the truth. And not only that, but she had seen Zac himself kiss someone else. On National TV, in front of everyone. "And I feel disrespected as YOUR fiance that you think that I what? Cheated on you?"

Zac: That her hand was on the handle of her bag made sense, he had to admit that. But it didn’t change the nature of her behavior around Bruno. “I don’t know why you’d touch his ass and I also don’t know why you’re feeling the need to be so touchy feely with him, that’s why I’m confronting you about it!” He almost yelled, feeling himself getting frustrated with her again. “No, he looks like he’s about to kiss you but you don’t exactly look uncomfortable with it.” Zac rolled his eyes about to reach for his phone and take it away from her again when he heard what she said next, raising a brow. “You don’t want me to go there? What’s that supposed to mean? Enlighten me.” He had a feeling what she was referring to but as far as he knew all of that was in the past and there was not a moment comparable to this that she could really hold him accountable for. Sure, he had been inexperienced and sort of been a bit more reckless when he was younger and they were dating for the first time, as well as before they were exclusive so it would be unfair if she’d go there. He finally took the phone back from her, tossing it carelessly back on the table glaring at her. “The fuck, no! If I truly believed you cheated on me, I would be gone.”

Vanessa: "I'm touchy feely with all of my friends. That's how I am! You saw me with Gigi, you saw me with Laura, Oliver, Bobby. Never been an issue before now!" she said. She did see where he was coming from. She would be probably upset too. But she was explaining what happened and he wanted to believe the tabloids and freaking TMZ over her. And the funny thing was, she wasn't even that affectionate with Bruno. Those photos were taken in the span of like 2 or 3 minutes when they hugged and kissed - on the cheek - goodbye, like normal people who are friends do! "Ι'm just saying, don't go there Zachary" she warned again still in an even tone which took everything she had actually to maintain. "You do know how photos work right? And especially paparazzi ones?" she asked folding her arms on her chest. "You know, normal people, friends, when they say goodbye, they hug and kiss on the cheek. They say thank you after someone took time out of their schedule to show them around and try to help arrange something awesome for someone's bachelorette. You know, that thing that happens before someone gets married to someone?" she asked "And that takes like... 2 or 3 minutes? Even less. And those are the money shots. Those are the ones they can use to span bullshit like this. Go on getty or wherever else the fuck you want and find the rest of the pictures and I dare you to tell me there's something suspicious going there. Go ahead" she said pointing at his phone on the couch. "Because you obviously never had people use literal frames which are fractions of a second from videos or pictures to spin stories about you. Right?"

Zac: “The difference is you never had sex with either of them! I’m okay with it if there’s no history but this just feels not right!” He snapped, too caught up in this ugly bubble of jealousy when she started to reason with him. What she said sounded logical and deep down he knew it was the truth. After all this was one of the reasons why he never actually felt comfortable in Hollywood. The job in itself was fun - though sometimes there was a certain pressure to it that was definitely able to break you but the added weight of always having to be careful to not be caught doing something scandalous? Well, they both knew how he’d tried to deal with that in the past. But this wasn’t better either, sort of setting some of the process he’d made regarding his trust issues back which on top of all of it bothered him. “All I’m saying is that it bothers me and the fact you’re making this sound like such a small thing does not make it any better!” He knew she was trying her best to remind him of the actual purpose why she was there and that she was still planning on getting married to him which was why he had no actual reason to be jealous or feel insecure but in the heat of the moment, she could try as much as she want she wouldn’t get through to him. The one thing to blame certainly being the typical Efron-stubbornness as his mother liked to call it. “You know what? We’re going in circles here and I don’t feel like being around you right now. Guess we have to agree to disagree on this whole thing!”

Vanessa: "Dude! You slept with half of Hollywood. Literally EVERYWHERE we go there's people you've slept with. Not exactly the most pleasant thing ever for me but I don't fucking make a big deal out of it. I learned to deal with it." she said not able to hold it together any longer and having this small outburst. "I was the one to even tell you to reach out to your ex and make things right with her. Repeatedly." she added "All my life I had to stand there as women were throwing themselves at you and just do nothing and accept it." she added "I had to watch you kiss somebody else on national TV in front of everyone. Remember how you told me you had a threesome with my trip roommate like, an hour before I was supposed to share a room? Yeah that was fun! Think of all that and then come and tell me what feels not right!" she ran her fingers through her hair in frustration. Obviously he wasn't going to see reason. "And you want to sit there and cause a scene over me kissing someone goodbye on the cheek? For real?" she asked. Once he said he didn't feel like being around her she literally saw red. But instead of going off on him her whole demeanor changed to rigid and expressionless. She wasn't going to continue entertaining this conversation. "Fine". she said "Door's open, nobody's stopping you" her tone ice cold. And with that she just turned around, headed to the door took her bag and headed to the bedroom. She was going to take a shower, take a nap and get ready for the party.

Zac: Zac stared at her for a minute when she decided to not hold back any longer. “Well I don’t go around hugging and whatnot them whenever we run into them because I respect you too much!” He fired back, rolling his eyes at her next comment. “And you gave me shit for that as well which you had every right to! Kissing Nikki wasn’t okay and I think I’ve apologized and felt bad for that long enough!” Throwing his hands in the air in frustration, he shook his head and sighed. “I was just trying to be honest with you! Maybe I should’ve told you some other time and not right before you shared a room, yes, but you are friends now, right? So couldn’t have been that awkward.” If somebody recorded this fight, everything he had said and he’d later watch it he’d honestly want to punch himself. But right now, he just stood there as he watched her expression change to one he rarely ever saw on her, knowing in that moment that he’d gone too far. Though he missed the small time frame in which he maybe could’ve followed and apologized to her, too convinced he had a right to feel the way he did. “Great!” He grabbed his phone as he walked into the small hallway, slipping some shoes on before walking out of the door, slamming it shut after him. Space from her was definitely what he needed right now so he figured going for a walk before the birthday party they still had to attend today. Something he definitely didn’t feel up to right now but not going or letting her go alone right now would be as if they confirmed there was indeed trouble in paradise. Which there was if their fight meant anything but he wasn’t up to let anyone know that.

Vanessa: "Oh so if you're friendly with someone you're not going to greet them with a hug or a kiss on the cheek?" she asked. This was so freaking ridiculous. "I'm saying a tongue kiss and a cheek kiss, not the same thing!" she said making the scale gesture with her hands. At his logic about her and Jade being friends was honestly stupid. She just rolled her eyes and did not dignify that with a response. She just moved to the room not even glancing behind her at him. Sure enough the minute she stepped in the shower she heard the door slam and she jumped a bit. After her shower she just changed in comfortable clothes and slipped into bed. She was so riled up that any desire she had for a nap was gone. Not even the shower relieved the tension. What the actual fuck was the only thing running through her mind. She took her phone and sighed. Honestly, she had booked a surprise trip to Turks and Caicos, since David Grutman had invited them to their family vacation and she figured why not, as it was another special place to them plus it would be a getaway and she was going to surprise him with it. But now, since he didn't want to be around her, she had decided to go alone. She got out of bed and emptied her suitcase. Since she couldn't sleep, she was going to pack.

#para #we were just kids when we fell in love {zac}

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minstrivia · 5 years ago

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hey guys, it’s eden and welcome back to my youtube channel today. i’m gonna show you how i shower living in a van :)

okay seriously though,,, as some of you may have noticed i haven’t actually been here for a while now even though i’m normally here like everyday. but erm, i haven’t exactly been taking care of my health for a long time now, people who’ve been here for a long time know that me and sleep aren’t exactly acquaintances and i tend to not be able to sleep until my body just crashes and forces me to sleep. so anyway, i’ve been like so busy, working and stuff, just tryna have everything ready when i go to uni. and like when i get busy like that, i forget to do a lot of stuff, so i was forgetting to eat, not sleeping, just not taking care of myself at all. and of course it all came back to bite me. i was out, it was a hot sunny day, and i was just so so out of it. and i was crossing the road when my body just decided to literally shut down and crash. honestly i was so lucky to have avoided being hurt worst than i was at that moment, the car that was coming managed to skid to a stop and someone had seen me and pulled me away so the car managed to get my right side, especially my hip and i managed to sprain my ankle as well of course because my hip wasn’t enough pain. so yeah i was taken to the hospital but like i hate being in hospitals for too long so i discharged myself. which wasn’t the smartest decision of course because i wasn’t going to get better and i just found myself back there. so anyway i got released recently and they gave me sleeping pills to help me get to sleep because nothing else fucking does but like the side effects are not nice whatsoever. but what can i do. my hip hurts like fucking hell and everything is just so shit. i spent a lot of time mostly disappointed in myself for letting things get that bad and not putting my health first. but i guess it’s an eye opener and a lesson for me, because if i carry on the way i was then i can’t imagine how bad it could have been. i have literally been scolded so much by my mum and even mia 🙄 but yeah i’ve just been taking it easy, tryna actually fix my sleeping problem and my mums been trying to make me eat so much it’s a joke. but yeah thanks for the people who tried to check up on me out of worry, i’m okay and i guess i’ve still got a long way to go until my health is at tip top shape but i’m working towards it. i just need to take some time to recooperate myself but i’ll probably be back on my bullshit very soon lol. anyway yeah, thank you for understanding and sorry for keeping you guys worrying. ❤️❤️

so yeah thanks for watching my video hope you know how to shower living in a van now. subscribe, like, leave a comment it really helps me. credits to mia for the intro @cherrynochu. lol byeZ

#would be me to play this off as a joke #its my aries sun i cant be serious #but anyway love you and thank you 🥺❤️

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we-are-all-obsessed-here · 7 years ago

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A Jedi’s Touch

(Not my Gif)

Summary: Reader has a particularly rough day at work and is surprised to see Obi-Wan at her apartment. Her Jedi is determined to help her feel better.

Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Reader

Warnings: Smut

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Work hadn't been the best, actually it had been quite draining. The eatery was filled from opening to closing. You never had a moment to yourself, you were forced to skip lunch to continue serving customers. You were so busy in fact that you were completely oblivious to a certain Jedi duo who had come to visit you. It didn't help either that for some deluded reason a patron decided to curse and yell at you in their own tongue each time you came to the table. After calming them several times and asking them if they spoke Basic and just being ignored, the patron revealed that they didn't like you because you smiled when serving them. You weren't sure if you were taken aback or pissed off at the revelation. Neither did it help your health that you were kept behind after the eatery had shut to help clean the place. Sure you'd done it before but before there hadn't been several dozen families with flailing children who liked to throw their food and drink around. The journey home was the first time you got to breathe that day. Your stomach was cramping with how hungry you were and you were just looking forward to a long shower, a tasty meal and a good night's rest. You were surprised when you opened your apartment door to find a Jedi sat cross legged on your sofa, a calm, relaxed expression and posture, a couple items floating precariously in the air around him, a timer sat on the table in front of him. "Please don't drop anything." You mumbled as you closed and locked the door behind you. You heard the soft clink of the items being placed gently on the table. "Now isn't the best time my sweet Jedi, perhaps tomorrow." You yawned into the back of your hand as you dropped your bag on the floor. You turned back around to see Obi-Wan coming out of his meditation and then leaning forward to check the timer in front of him. "I realise you've had an exceptionally busy day, which is why I'm here. I'm cooking us a meal, I've made plenty since you haven't eaten yet today." Obi-Wan explained, his gaze soft with concern held in his eyes. You snickered and stepped over to him, hugging him tightly. "You realise that you're somewhat hit and miss with your cooking. I know the Temple gave you lessons but despite being a Master Obi-Wan, cooking you don't excel at," you said playfully your mood improving. "But you have no idea how thankful I am that you're cooking anyway. I'm sure this time you'll make a hit." You smiled sweetly at the Jedi. His hand came up to cup your cheek, you leaned into his touch. "Go take a shower, then come and meditate, there is still some time to go until dinner is ready." Obi-Wan placed a hand on your back and gently nudged you toward the bathroom, an encouraging smile on his face. Quickly you turned and pressed a long kiss to his lips, your hand resting on his shoulder and squeezing as you pulled away. "I'll try not to be offended that you completely ignored Anakin and I earlier today!" He called out, teasingly. "Obi-Wan Kenobi! You know all too well I was swept off my feet today. So you'll have to excuse my rudeness." You called back, a smile on your face as you entered the bathroom. It hadn't been the first time Obi-Wan had visited and you'd accidently ignored him, it wouldn't be the last either, but he was fully understanding of your situation and rather than chastise you like some men would, he simply teased and smiled.

You moaned as the warm water hit your back, it made you giggle that it was a moan almost as sinful as the ones the Jedi elicited from you. You felt infinitely better after a good shower, you no longer felt like you were coated in half the eatery. As you stepped out and reached for a towel, your eyes fell upon a bath robe hung on the door hook. It hadn't been there before. You wrapped a towel around you and let your fingers brush against the soft fabric of the robe. After drying yourself, you pulled on the robe and noticed a slight scent to the garment. Bringing the collar of the robe to your nose you took a breath in and smiled at the aroma of a flower that was known for its uses to be quite relaxing. "Obi-Wan Kenobi you've done it again." You smiled widely, Obi-Wan always seemed to know exactly how you were feeling and knew exactly what to do to make you feel yourself again. You exited the bathroom and wandered into the kitchen to find your Jedi. He turned at the sound of your footsteps padding along the floor. "Feeling better my dear one?" He wondered, his arm reaching out to hold your hip and pull you to him. You hummed and gently rested your head on his chest, allowing your eyes to close for a moment. You felt a soft long kiss press against your temple, then a loving hand on your back guiding you to the sofa. "Meditate a while, clear your mind of today's troubles." "I'd rather sleep..." You grinned sheepishly at him. "I think pulling you out of meditation would be much easier than trying to pull you from sleep darling." He teased. You had to agree and pressed a final kiss to his lips before settling down on the sofa to begin meditating. Neither you or your Jedi realised how deep into meditation you could go. It was with a chuckle he finally managed to bring you back to the present. "Dear one, its time. Come, I know how hungry you are." Obi-Wan said softly as you fully came out of the meditation. Your gaze wandered over Obi-Wan as he spoke, his figure was towering above you. Your gaze lingered on the area of your lover that was at eye level, and blushed as a sinful thought crossed your mind at the word 'hungry'. You cleared your throat and looked up to the Jedi to see a similar blush catch on his cheeks, clearly he knew exactly where your thoughts just went, he cleared his throat but you thought perhaps he was trying to hide a small smile. You took Obi-Wan's offered hand and let him guide you to the table in the middle of the kitchen. Your jaw went slack at how well he'd done, the food on the table looked delicious and neither undercooked nor burned. "I'm impressed Obi-Wan!" You exclaimed, sitting at your seat. "Thank you darling." He smiled softly at your words. You listened as Obi-Wan spoke about his day, asking questions where you could and commenting on Anakin's antics. Obi-Wan was insistent on you relaxing after you'd eaten, allowing him to clean up afterward. He found you sat on the sofa, eyes closed, breathing slow, you weren't asleep not yet, but almost there. He settled down beside you, his hand resting on your bare thigh. You shuffled closer to the Jedi, letting your head rest on his shoulder. You felt his fingers brush through your damp hair. You stayed like that for a while, on the edge of awake and asleep, huddling to your lover. Obi-Wan had one arm wrapped over your shoulders, the other holding your hip, his thumb rubbing small circles. It gave you just enough rest to feel recooperated. Opening your eyes again, you leant over and kissed Obi-Wan. He was taken aback for a moment in surprise, he recovered quickly and cupped your cheek, holding you to him as he kissed back passionately. His lips were soft, carefully working over yours, his beard tickling your skin. You pulled away slowly and pressed a kiss to his neck, you let your head rest on his shoulder. "Thank you Obi-Wan. For cooking and being here... It means a lot." "You don't have to thank me my darling." He stroked your cheek. The Jedi stood and offered his hand, a knowing smile on his face. You took his hand with a cocked brow, a questioning smile on your lips. He pulled you up from the sofa, making you squeal in shock as you landed against his chest. Swiftly he bent and picked you up, you laughed and held onto him as he stepped towards the bedroom. "Obi-Wan Kenobi, what's going on in that mind of yours?" You wondered, your fingers playing with the ends of his hair. Very carefully he set you on the floor, before stepping over to a drawer. You tilted your head as you stood watching him. You admired his movements, how graceful he was, every move was made with purpose. When he turned around, you shook your head. "Obi-Wan no, you've done far too much today, please you don't need to do this." Your brow furrowed as he stepped back over, a small bottle of scented massage oil in his grasp. "Dear one, I want to. I won't take no for an answer. They say I'm an expect negotiator, this is something I won't compromise on." He spoke slowly, his tone playful as he reached out and very, very slowly untied the belt of your robe. You cupped his bearded cheek in your palm and smiled at him, your expression held so much love and admiration for the man. "Sometimes I forget how lucky I am. That a General of the Republic, a great Master Jedi, a man who is kind above all else, is my lover... my... soulmate." You hesitated on the last word. You'd never told him exactly how you felt about him, about how deeply he meant to you and how he completely owned your heart. You noticed Obi-Wan's eyes gloss over at your admission. You saw how touched he was by your words, how much it meant to hear them. "Darling, I could say the same about you. A stunning woman who doesn't take anything from anyone, who will stand her ground if needed, a woman who cares so deeply and so heartfelt about others, a woman who could have anyone she wished, and yet she chose me." "My sweet Jedi. I've been yours since the day you first walked that lovely ass of yours into the diner, all the way back when you were just a Padawan." Obi-Wan let out a deep laugh then, a great grin on his face, he rested his forehead against yours. Slowly you slipped the robe off your shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Obi-Wan guided you to the bed slowly, placing kisses on your face, neck and collarbones. "Lay on your stomach darling." He ran his hand over your back, eliciting a shiver from you. You did as he said, letting your body relax on the soft sheets of the bed. You looked over your shoulder as you felt the bed dip behind you after a few moments. The Jedi had removed his tunic, leaving his chest bare, yet his legs were still clothed. Your eyes fell on the necklace that hung around his neck, you smiled happily recognising it as the gift you gave him. "This may be a little cold." Obi-Wan said softly as you heard him open the bottle. A moment later you gasped and arched your back as cold liquid came in contact with warm skin. Both you and Obi-Wan chuckled at your reaction. The Jedi leaned over you and pressed a soft kiss against your shoulder. His hands lovingly kneaded the muscles in your lower back, the oil being spread with each movement. You sighed softly each time he found a tight spot and worked it until the muscle had relaxed completely. Sometimes you'd feel a slight tingle with his touch. "Obi-Wan, what would the Council say if they knew you were using the Force for such unconventional means?" You teased. "Darling this isn't the most unconventional way I've used the Force and you know it. Plus, what they don't know won't hurt them." He replied playfully. Obi-Wan worked his way to your shoulders, finding all the spots that made you sigh happily. He watched as you relaxed bit by bit, until you were like a puddle below him. He ran his hands over your arms, pressing gently. You leaned over and pressed a kiss to the back of his hand. "I often forget how adorable you are when you're completely relaxed like this." "Same can be said about you Master Jedi. You turn into a pussycat when you're just as relaxed as I am now." "As long as Anakin doesn't find that out, everything is fine." You simply snickered at his response. Abruptly he rolled you over onto your back, he laid himself beside you on the bed. His hand ran down your side and rested on your hip. Your fingers went up and touched the necklace around the Jedi's neck. "You wear it." "Of course I do, dear one." He leaned in and kissed you softly. Your eyes fluttered shut as his hand wandered over your chest, massaging you gently. Very slowly his hand wandered over your front, from your chest, up to your neck then back down. His fingertips brushed over your breasts, making you gasp slightly at the sensation. Further down his hand travelled, painfully slow as he reached your thigh. You bit your lip lightly. He paused there for a moment, eliciting a small moan from your before his hand went down to you knee and then your calf. "Obi... please." You pleaded quietly. You couldn't deny that throughout the time he'd been touching you, you'd become aroused. "Oh darling." He whispered, a smile on his lips. His hand travelled back up to the apex of your thigh, rubbing small circles into your flesh. You couldn't wait any longer, so close yet so far to where you needed him. Your hand slipped down to meet his, you tried to guide his hand just that little distance to where you were desperate for him. "Are you sure darling? Do you want this?" He asked sincerely. "Y-yes. Please Obi-Wan." You pleaded. Obi-Wan had always and, you knew will always ask for consent before touching you so intimately. It didn't matter how many times you said yes before, he'd always ask, even if you were the one to initiate anything. It was something you found endearing about your Jedi. Slowly his fingers brushed over your lips, you gasped at the feeling of his touch. The gasp turned into a moan as he parted your lips, his fingers brushing softly over your sex, his touch gentle over your clit. "How are you so wet?" He questioned, feeling your arousal coat his fingers. You simply moaned his name in response. Your back arched as he paid a great amount of attention to your clit, alternating between ghosting his fingertips over it, causing you to buck your hips in search of friction, and then applying small amount of pressure as he circled it. Carefully he inserted a single finger inside of you, curling it and making you moan loudly. He groaned when you squeezed his finger tight, feeling how tight you were. He added a second finger, stretching you out gradually. Obi-Wan constantly checked your expression, listened intently to your sounds, making sure he wasn't causing you discomfort. Your breath caught in your throat as he began to pump his fingers inside of you, slowly at first, almost frustratingly so, but urged on by your pleasured sounds, he pumped them faster. Your heart was beating fast as you climbed closer to your release. Sensing so, Obi-Wan removed his touch from you, making you whine in frustration. You glared at the Jedi laid beside you, making him chuckle. "Hush dear one. You think I'd leave you there?" "I wouldn't put it past you." You huffed. "I'm not done hearing your moans yet darling." He whispered, pressing a kiss to your lips before slowly crawling down your body. You let out a quick surprised breath as the Jedi pressed a feather light kiss to your sex. Your breath caught in your chest several times with each kiss he pressed on your wet flesh. "Obi-Wan." You whispered. Your gasps broke into moans as his tongue flicked over your clit, your fingers caught in Obi-Wan's hair as he kept licking at your clit. He took your clit into his mouth, suckling softly, your back arched off the bed, a long moan ripped from your throat, your fingers digging into the Jedi's scalp. He licked over your sex, his fingers rubbing soothing circles into your hip bone. His mouth went to your opening, his gaze focused on your face. You looked at him apologetically, knowing you'd hurt him slightly. Your head tipped back with a moan as his tongue pushed inside you. His fingers moved to your clit, rubbing it slowly as first, as he licked into you, when he sensed you were coming close again, his fingers rubbed your clit harder and faster. You couldn't stop the loud cry that echoed through the apartment as you reached your peak and began to tumble down. The Jedi stayed between your thighs, doing what he could to prolong your release, his mouth taking every drop of release he could get. You shivered as you lost the warmth of Obi-Wan from between your thighs. He returned to his position laid beside you. His fingers running up and down your side. "I forget, about your other skills, that aren't wielding a Lightsaber." You mumbled exhausted. The Jedi beside you laughed at your words, his palm cupping your cheek. He leaned down and kissed you softly, you moaned as you tasted yourself on his lips and tongue. He allowed you a short time to recover before his touch returned to your sex. Your gaze fell on the bulge in his clothes. "Uncomfortable Kenobi?" You teased. He cocked a brow at your teasing. You then helped him remove the remaining articles of clothing. You reached down and slowly stroked his length, squeezing slightly on alternate strokes. As you made your way down the bed, Obi-Wan stopped you, you looked at his questioningly. "This evening is about your pleasure and only yours." You shook your head and kissed his lips passionately. "I don't deserve you." You said stroking his cheek. He reached up and held your hand in his. "Will you let me fill you?" He questioned his lips beside your ear. You tried to hold back the whine at his words. Obi-Wan wasn't particularly about dirty talk, his mix of asking permission and dirty talk sent shivers through you. "Yes." You whispered back. Swiftly you straddled his hips, the Jedi was taken back for a moment. "Taking charge my dear one?" He asked, reaching to hold your hip steady. "Is... is that alright?" You wondered. "Perhaps this evening I should give up the control and charge I have as a General and give it to you?" You leaned down and kissed him hard, loving how accommodating he is for you. Gently you took his length in your grasp and gave a few more strokes, earning a choked moan from the man that prided himself on controlling himself. You guided the head of his length to your opening and ever so slowly you let yourself sink down. Both you and the Jedi let out long sinful moans as he stretched you out. "Are you alright darling?" Obi-Wan moaned out as you stopped moving. You hummed in agreement. "So good." You groaned as you aclimatised to the stretch. You reached down and put your hand behind his neck, pulling him up to kiss him several times in quick succession. He leaned up and held your body, his forehead against yours. "You need to move darling. P-please." Obi-Wan whispered quietly. "Can't we just stay like this forever?" "With me inside you?" He cocked a brow. "Together. Stay like this together." You whined as you shifted, his length brushing your walls. His grasp on you tightened as he shifted his hips slowly, beginning to take charge a little, trying to get you to move on your own. You rose up on your knees, almost until his length slipped from you, then sank back down. Obi-Wan met your movements with small thrusts, just enough to urge you on. You wrapped your arms around the back of his neck, your forehead resting against his shoulder as you rose and fell on his length faster and harder. Obi-Wan held you just as close, one arm wrapped around your waist, the other wrapping around your back to grasp the opposite shoulder. The position was the most intimate you'd been in. You could feel every slight movement in his body. You could almost feel the way the Force flowed through every cell of his being. Being so close against him, allowed your clit to brush against him with every thrust. The both of you were consumed in each other, consumed in each other's moans, each other's begs for more, each other's love. Obi-Wan pressed butterfly kisses to your neck. "Darling I'm close. I need you to come." He whispered in your ear, a moan ending his pleading request. You whimpered in response and grasped him tighter. You began to move faster, chasing after your release that you were so close to. "That's it darling." He whispered breathlessly, pressing his forehead to yours. You let out a cry as his words tipped you over the edge, Obi-Wan's thrusts became sloppy as the clenching of your walls caused him to tip over his own precipice. You kissed him as you felt him spill inside of you, his warm come coating your walls. He held you tightly as he tried to prolong both of your releases, a mix of groans, moans and grunts leaving his lips. You shivered as he laid you on the cool sheets beside him, he slipped from you and you felt both you and Obi-Wan's release drip from your opening. "That... Obi-Wan that was..." You drifted off breathlessly. He hummed, seemingly feeling the same way. After a few minutes to recover Obi-Wan stood from the bed, he gathered you in his arms and carried you to the bathroom. "Obi-Wan I'm tired." You whined. "You need to be cleaned up dear one." He stated as he placed you in the shower, stepping in a moment after and turning on the water. You stepped up to him and hugged him, resting your head on his shoulder, you looked up at him adoringly. "I love you Obi-Wan Kenobi." You stated sincerely, your voice full of love. "I love you too my sweet dear one." He cupped your cheek and kissed you ever so softly. He guided you under the spray of the shower and cleaned the remnants of sex from your body and his. You both laid naked under a thin blanket on top of the bed sheets. Obi-Wan had you in his embrace, his lips pressing small chaste kisses to where he could reach. You loved Obi-Wan for many reasons, his devotion to you and your wellbeing was high up on the list. As you began to let the exhaustion pull you into sleep, your thoughts lingered on how you couldn't wait until you could return the favour.

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