#so if I can just figure out how to get the rest out... sigh

[sheerfreesia007]

Fitted Love

Pairing: Lee Felix x Reader

Word count: 2,385

Content warnings: Soft smut, MDNI, Fluff, insecurities

Summary: Felix has invited you to be his plus one for a Louis Vuitton event and you need to be fitted for a dress for the event. When Felix notices that your mind is starting to grow dark with your insecurities he reminds you how perfect you are for him in the best way possible.

Yeobo: Honey

The room is busy with activity as you stand on the large white pedestal in front of the Louis Vuitton designer and her team of assistants and jewelry designers. Felix is going to be attending an event that’s hosted by Louis Vuitton and has asked you to join him for the event. Louis Vuitton had personally told Felix that he’d love to design a dress for you so the two of you were currently at the design studio for Louis Vuitton trying to find the perfect dress for you to match with Felix for the event. You nod your head at the assistants as they move about you while you stand on the pedestal in front of the large mirrors. The design manager is standing to the side with her hip cocked out and a deep furrow on her brow as her eyes trail up and down your body that’s displaying one of the creations. She moves closer to you and smooths down the fabric at your side and you watch her silently hoping that this would be the last dress that you try on today. It has been hours since Felix brought you to the design studio and you’ve lost count of how many dresses you’ve tried on now after the design manager asked for the fifth dress to be brought out. You hold your breath and widen your eyes slightly hopeful that your torture will finally end but the manager sighs softly before shaking her head and you’re let down once again.

“It’s not right.” she says woefully before turning to her assistant. “Bring out the emerald green one please.” She instructs and the assistant nods before rushing out of the room. You try not to sigh too loudly but a soft one slips out of your mouth and the manager looks up at you with an apologetic look. “I’m sorry sweetheart. They’re just not sitting right and I don’t want to give you a dress that doesn’t fit you well and make you feel good in it.” she apologizes and you shake your head as your insecurities start to rise up inside you.

“No, no. It’s not your fault.” you tell her with another shake of your head and she smiles brightly at you with a determined look.

“Don’t worry I’m pretty sure this next dress will be the one. I’m sure of it. I think I’ve finally figured out what looks best on you. I’m sorry for it taking so long.” she said with a hopeful smile on her face while you nod your head at her. Your eyes dart over to the mirrors and you begin to critically gaze at your body as you stand in the beautiful dress. Your mind begins to whisper dark hurtful words that make you frown softly as you feel that they’re only the truth that you don’t want to believe. Just as you’re beginning to spiral in the dark thoughts you spot Felix sitting in a chair behind you not far from the pedestal, his legs are crossed at the knees and he’s resting his elbow on his knee while his chin rests on his fist. You can feel his eyes taking you in silently and you shift slightly at his attention which causes his eyes to dart up to yours. A gasp is punched out of your chest when you see how dark his eyes have gotten after watching you get changed into the different dresses since you got here and you know exactly what that look means, he’s ready to pounce on you as soon as the room clears. You’re trying to catch your breath as you take in his stoic expression while his stormy heated eyes make your pulse raise like that of prey being hunted. Your mind instantly empties of any dark hurtful thought about your body and you’re reminded of how his body moved against yours last night in bed, the way his hands gripped you tightly and held you flush against his body as he worshipped you with his mouth and body. Lust and desire spike within you and you’re suddenly drowning in the lustrous memories of how Felix made you reach your high three times last night.

Suddenly the assistant came walking back into the room holding a dress bag, and you’re slammed back into reality as your thoughts and memories popped like bubbles in your mind. You distracted yourself by watching her hang the bag up and unzipping it to show the stunning emerald green dress to the room. It’s absolutely beautiful and you’re feeling slightly unsure as your eyes take it in, would it fit you right? Would it look as good on you as it does on the hanger? Another assistant began helping you out of the dress you were currently wearing and as you stepped out of it your eyes caught onto Felix’s heated stare as he gazed at your exposed body. He shifted in his seat a little bit and you knew he was getting more comfortable. No doubt he was hard after watching you get undressed. You shifted on your feet feeling exposed and at his mercy while all he was doing was sitting there looking at you. Your body flushed with heat and you watched as a soft knowing smirk slipped onto Felix’s mouth before his eyes captured yours in another heated stare through the mirror.

“Alright, I think this is the one.” the manager said pulling your attention away from Felix, allowing you to begin breathing again without feeling the pressure of Felix’s attention. You step into the dress and the assistants help close it at the back and you sigh out in relief. The dress feels luxurious against your body and your eyes darted to the mirror while your mouth fell open slightly at how beautiful you looked in the dress. “Yep, this is the one.” the manager said and you nodded your head happily in agreement with her. Your eyes then darted over to Felix and saw him staring at you with lust filled heated eyes as he hid his mouth behind his fist.

The manager continues to adjust the dress on your body only pinning certain places so that the dress hugged your body perfectly effectively showing it off in the best way possible. You shifted from foot to foot as you felt Felix’s eyes raking up and down your form before the manager clapped her hands together loudly.

“I think that’s it. We’ll make the adjustments and deliver the dress to Felix as soon as it’s done. On the day of the event we’ll have a whole team to help you dress and get ready.” the manager informs you while the assistants help you back out of the dress and into a silk robe. You nod your head at her thanking her and her team before they all file out of the room leaving you and Felix alone together. Your eyes find his in the mirror and he’s suddenly standing at a glacial pace before stalking towards you. His gaze keeps you pinned in your spot on the pedestal and your body shivers under the silk robe.

“Do you know how absolutely beautiful you look?” he asks softly as he comes to stand in front of you holding his hand out for yours. He helps you down off the pedestal and guides you to stand in front of him as he positions the two of you in front of the mirrors. His hands slowly glide down your sides and you’re suddenly shaking in his arms knowing that this was going to be a repeat of last night.

“Felix.” you say in a whisper and he tuts out in sharp staccato beats before one of his hands comes up to rest against your neck guiding your head to stare into the mirror.

“I need you to watch Yeobo. I’m going to show you how stunning you are and I need you to watch.” he husks out to you as his mouth places open wet kisses against the back of your neck. You gasp as the hand that’s not resting on your neck slides up the front of your body and tugs the knot of the belt on your robe, the fabric hiding your body loosens and then his hand is sliding underneath the silk material to cup your breast in his large hand. You moan brokenly as your head tips back against his shoulder and your back arches prettily for him thrusting your breast into his hand. “No, no Yeobo. You need to watch.” he scolds you gently, gripping your neck a little tighter in his hand.

Your answering gasp is loud in the empty room as you drop your head forward to stare into the mirror as he continues to grope at your chest under your robe. The hand around your neck falls away to grope and cup your other breast sliding the silk off your body exposing more of your skin and lingerie as you whimper at his ministrations.

“Look at this body.” he instructs you and you try to focus your eyes on where his hands are gripping you. “So perfect for me. You fit in my hands like you were made for them. Made for me.” he husks out as he grinds up against your ass. You groan when you feel his hardness pressing up against you and make a conscious effort to keep your eyes on the mirror as he moves his hands against you. His hands glide up to your shoulders and gently slip the material from your body to let it pool at your feet before his hands are moving once again, one goes back up to your breasts but this time to pinch and flick against your straining nipples while his other travels down to slip into your underwear. “Oh Yeobo, have been this wet for long?” he asks huskily while nipping at the skin on your make making you keen and cry out loudly.

“Felix, please.” you whine out to him as your hands come up and slam against the mirror in front of you. He chuckles low in tone as he crowds you further against the mirror pressing his front flush against your back and grinding upwards into you.

“My poor Yeobo. Wet and needy for me even when your mind is trying to tell you lies about your body. Don’t worry Yeobo I’ll make sure to chase all those lies away as I show you how much I worship you. Just like last night yeah?” he coos at you and you cry out loudly once more as you press back against him.

Suddenly you’re gasping as your bra loosens against your skin and Felix helps you take it off letting it fall to the floor with your robe before his hands slip into your underwear and guide it down your legs. You step out of them and he’s back on you, his clothed body flush against your naked one making you moan for him. You can hear the sound of his zipper sliding down and then the weight of his hardness against your ass makes you whimper.

“Tell me Yeobo. Are you perfect for me?” he asks you and you stare at him dazedly through the mirror while nodding your head quickly. You’re consumed by you lust and desire for him and only want him to ease the ache inside your core. “Tsk, tsk. Use your words pretty girl.” he coos at you scolding you.

“Yes, yes I’m perfect for you. Please Felix, make me feel beautiful.” you moan out to him and he smirks at you through the mirror.

“I could never say no to you Yeobo.” he tells you before he’s suddenly slamming into you. You gasp and choke on air as you feel him stretch you out as you fingers curl against the mirror. You shift back against him trying to get him to move but he stills your hips for a second taking a moment to breathe with you. “My perfect little Yeobo. You feel like home to me.” he tells you and you cry out at his sentiment just before he pulls out and slams back into you. His hips thrust and cant up against you while he leans over you, his hands gripping your hips tightly and his eyes boring into yours through the mirror.

The two of you are a mess of hurried desperate thrust, high pitched whines from you and low deep grunts from him. His mouth is hot and wet as he kisses your neck and shoulders licking against your salty sweat slicked skin as he moves harshly against you.

“C’mon Yeobo, show how much you love it when I worship you. My pretty little Yeobo, no one can compare to you. You’re the only one for me. So beautiful, so sweet.” he coos at you lovingly and you’re gasping for air as your orgasm starts to rise up within you like a hot tidal wave of lava ready to singe and burn you with it’s magnitude.

“Felix, Felix, Felix. Please, oh god. Please!” you cry out and he groans softly at your words as you clamp down on him. Your orgasm suddenly drags you under its hot grip and you’re screaming loudly into the air as your back arches and your knees lock while your body begins to shake uncontrollably. Felix’s hands come up to cup and grip your breasts before he’s slamming into you once, twice, three times before he stills and you feel his release spurt into you. You whimper at the heat of it all and begin to melt against him as his arms wrap securely around your body holding you close to him.

“That’s it Yeobo.” he coos at you while holding you up. “Look how beautiful you are. My stunning gorgeous Yeobo.” he whispers to you as you both stare at each other in the mirror. He kisses your cheek sweetly and you giggle softly at his actions and how contrasting they are to what you both just did. “C’mon let’s go home. I’m not done showing you how perfect you are for me.” he instructs you and begins to help clean you up and dress you to head home.

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[pineconepie]

What would happen with a dragon or dragonshifter platonic yandere parent?

TW: Kidnapping, parental yandere, infantilization, mentions of/implied death, mentions of parental neglect

...

Exploring has always been a fun hobby to you, especially the forests by your home. The deep greenery is so comforting compared to the dreary gray cities.

That is why you had left for your favorite spot in the woods; the clearing with flowers and tall oaks and an even taller cave cliff that always shaded the area. It was quiet except for the sound of the stream nearby.

But this time, you're willing to explore past that.

Not by much, but when word got around town about some odd creature lurking nearby, curiosity got the better of you, standing at almost ten feet tall with large golden wings and a tail.

You're convinced its just rumors to keep children from wandering out, especially when you take your first few steps into unfamiliar territory. Its peaceful, birds chirping as they fly through the sky above, branches breaking under your boots.

You find yourself beginning to get bored, however, wondering if you're wasting time and effort for nothing.

Of course there isn't some winged monster out here! You sigh, stopping in place to sit down and rest. You wonder if its worth it to keep going, or maybe just head home since you haven't come across anything.

You can feel the fatigue creep up on you, weighing down on you. Maybe its best to get home before sundown.

"You're on my territory, human."

A gruff voice shocks you out of your thoughts. You whip your head around, and see a pair of legs. You look up to see...

That's no person! Not completely.

Your eyes widen at what stands before you. The stories were true; you have found the creature, and it surely is almost ten feet tall.

The... dragon looks down at you with shiny yellow eyes, covered in scales that glitter like gold in the sunlight. His tail sways back and forth, wings tucked behind his back.

You panic. "Please don't kill me! I'm sorry, I thought..." You figure saying "I thought you weren't even real" won't do much to save you.

His eyes narrow, and for a moment you think this is it, until he kneels down and grabs your chin with clawed hands gently, tilting your head upwards to meet his gaze.

"I've seen you, human. You always come out to the forest alone," he states calmly. You gulp, knowing where this might be going. He only notices your fearful expression then. "I don't eat children. Not even human children."

"I'm not..." You trail off.

If the only thing saving you is him thinking you're a child, might as well not say anything. But you couldn't deny his interest is somewhat intriguing.

"I'll leave and never come back, I swear. I really meant no trouble, so, um..."

He lets go of your face, but when you try to rush past him, he holds up a wing to block you. "The forest gets more dangerous at night, for someone your size. Especially for humans. I bet if I patted you on the head, you'd just flatten. What kind of human parent lets their young wander this far? And they claim I'm the monster." He gives a quiet, bitter laugh. "Do human parents these days care that little for their hatchlings?"

"What?" you exclaim in bewilderment. You don't know how to respond, but he's not letting you pass anytime soon. "Human parents aren't like that." Not all the time, at least.

"Oh, really? Then tell me where they are if they care about you so much." His tone becomes annoyed as he goes on. "If my child were out here alone, I'd never forgive myself for being so careless."

You sigh. "Look, I'm not... a child. I'm an adult, okay? Please, if you could let me get by—"

"Oh, please. How old are you?"

For a moment, you hesitate before telling him your age.

He looks unimpressed. "I am almost an entire millennia old. You are a child. In fact, I'd argue you're a baby."

"Humans age differently!" you say in your own defense. "We don't live for nearly as long as you do, so while I may be young compared to you, I'm all grown up."

He snorts. "Okay, dear, I believe you. You're very grown-up." His tone is laced with sarcasm, but its less gruff now and replaced with something almost endearing, yet patronizing. He's teasing you, obviously, but then his tail coils around you, forcing you to step closer to him. You don't even attempt to move, because there's no winning against this creature. "What is your name?"

You bite your tongue. "(Y/n)." He hums, so you awkwardly ask, "...yours?"

"Magnus," he responds in that deep voice. He seems more relaxed than before. "But you will call me 'Father'. Or 'Dad', as I heard some humans prefer."

Your eyes widen, taking a few steps away from him as far as his coiled tail would allow. "Wait, what?"

He shakes his head. "Well, obviously I can't trust human parents. Who knows how they treated you? Allowing you to come out here alone! Did they starve you too?" Before you could reply, he grabs onto you, holding you in a gentle grip. You squirm in his hold, protesting. "So I'll take care of you. Like my own hatchling. Don't worry, Father will protect you from now on, (Y/n)."

"Stop!" you shout. "Let me go home! I have to... water my plants! And I have friends! I have lots of important responsibilities! I can't just abandon everything!"

"Too many responsibilities for a child," Magnus tuts.

With no warning, he jumps into the sky, his large wings flapping. You squeeze your eyes shut.

There's nothing to grip onto as his scales are slippery and smooth, but his grip on you is tight enough that you feel secure that he won't drop you.

When you open them back up, he's in a huge cave on the cliff you've seen so many times, with lots of shiny coins scattered everywhere along with golden jewelry and treasure chests filled to the brim. There's skulls decorating the place as well, which has your stomach twisting uncomfortably.

In the middle of it all is a nest; a huge nest. It seems to be made of broken branches and torn cloth.

"Welcome home, my little one," Magnus says. You freeze when he brings you to the nest, laying you down in it. The cloth and sticks poke at you, but its comfortable nonetheless. You stare up at him, glaring, but he only seems amused. "Father is going to hunt now, he'll be back with yummy food for you, alright?"

You shake your head. "Magnus..."

"That's Father," he corrects sternly, leaving no room for disagreement. "Be good. Don't you dare even try leaving. I've memorized your scent by now and I can find you wherever you run off to. I'm sure you already understand that I'm much faster than you, too."

He kisses your forehead and takes off once again.

[mashtatosworld]

hopelessly devoted

summary: it's girl's night! and GD is left alone with the baby for the first time

The BMW rolls up to the curb, sleek and gleaming under the streetlights, but the man behind the wheel doesn’t look quite so polished.

Jiyong’s in his usual Prada pyjamas - covered in baby spit up and a pair of glasses perched on his nose. His hair is a mess, flat on one side like he’d fallen asleep for twenty minutes before being summoned by your friends’ chaotic messages.

He barely pulls the handbrake up before you stumble toward the backseat, cooing in delight when you see your baby girl strapped into her car seat, her head tilted slightly to the side in sleep.

“My beautiful, beautiful angel,” you sing, voice high and syrupy with alcohol, planting a kiss on her chubby cheek. “You’re so so cute, I love you, my little- ”

“You gonna sit down or serenade her all night?” Jiyong mutters, though his voice lacks any real bite. He’s too tired for sarcasm, too relieved to have found you in one piece - even if you were clinging to a street sign like a koala when your friends texted him for help.

You fall into the backseat beside Diva, your knee bumping the car seat as you settle in. Immediately, your arms rest protectively around the handle like someone might swoop in and take her away.

One of your equally drunk friends clambers into the front passenger seat, giggling as they press every button they can find - seat warmers flicker on and off, hazard lights flash, and the radio sputters between static and some 2000s Britney.

“Don’t touch anything,” Jiyong says, voice low and dangerously calm.

“Sorry, Oppa!” they chirp, utterly unbothered, then lean across the console to squint at his phone mounted on the dash. “Awww, what’s your home screen? Let me see!”

Jiyong’s hand slaps over his phone before they can see it, shooting you a betrayed look through the rearview mirror. You just smile at him, eyes glassy and glittering with tipsy affection.

“It’s just y/n, isn’t it?” one of your friends sat beside you teases.

“Yeah,” you say proudly, sitting up straighter and beaming, “But in the photo I'm -"

“It's a private photo.” Jiyong interrupts, putting the handbrake down as he pulls the car away.

“Sorry girls, he's shy.” you say sweetly.

Your friends find this hysterical, the entire car vibrating with drunk laughter, but Jiyong only has eyes for you in the rearview. You’re fussing with Diva’s tiny socks, fixing the blanket over her legs, smoothing down her fuzzy hair even though she’s fast asleep - totally oblivious to the chaos.

It hits him again - that strange, overwhelming mix of love, exhaustion, and disbelief that this is his life now. That you’re his wife, you share a daughter, and his car is currently full of your wasted friends and the scent of someone’s spilled soju. And somehow, despite it all, he wouldn’t trade a second of it.

“Thank you for coming to get us, Gdaddy,” you murmur, slumping sideways so your head rests against Diva’s car seat.

He softens, even cracks a smile. “Anything for you, Jagi.”

“Can we get fries?” your friend asks, suddenly leaning into his personal space.

“No.”

“Please?”

“No.”

You, half-asleep and still holding onto Diva’s car seat, mumble, “Ji, let’s get fries.”

He sighs, flipping on the indicator. “You’re lucky I love you.”

You blow him a kiss through the mirror, and even though your lipstick is smeared, your hair is a mess, and you reek of alcohol, he thinks you’ve never looked more beautiful.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

i loved this request!

also thank u to those lovely people that helped me figure out the how to do the text format! i might do more of these in the future but props to those that do it - this took me AGES

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[freyito]

hello hello!!! may i order an idia flavored curry rice plz?? blinks cutely) ty!!

✭ pairing(s): idia shroud x gn reader

★ in which: idia is WAY too confident that he can out miku you.

✩ curry rice black forest cake w/ idia shroud!

✦ entry for my 1k follower event, Freyito's Maid Cafe! check out the link to figure out how to send an order!!

✧ a/n: ykw anon. im so glad you changed your mind because this gave me SUCH a banger idea that i couldnt go to sleep cause i was writing it out in my head. teehee :)

🗒 cw: gn reader, ffxiv sneak, just embarrassed idia :3, not proofread

✎ wc: 2.7k

ᴘᴜʀᴇ ᴇᴠɪʟ | ꜰʀᴇʏɪᴛᴏ'ꜱ ᴍᴀɪᴅ ᴄᴀꜰᴇ !

It was late at night, and you had been on call with Idia. He was grinding out materials for some new transmog that had dropped in his game, and cursing the drop rates. You, on the other hand, were grinding out Project Diva Mega Mix for no particular reason. You had just made up your mind that you wanted to full combo some extra songs, and now you were hellbent on doing so. Plus, it provided some nice background music for Idia and his grind sesh.

By now, you had two songs finished and full cleared (albeit, with 97% accuracy), and you were working on your third, Sweet Devil. You already had four failed runs, your hands were starting to cramp a bit, and Idia’s smart remarks weren’t helping you. Not to mention, you always found the mvs distracting. Too much happening in the background while you were trying to focus on the notes.

You slump back in your chair with a huff as you watch the small word ‘safe’ pop up and interrupt your combo. You watch for just a moment as the symbols fly past on the screen, a barrage of ‘miss’es following shortly after. You finally exit the mv, balling your hands into a fist and then stretching out your fingers.

“I thought you were, like, a god at rhythm games,” Idia chides. You can hear the smile through his mic.

“Well sometimes it takes a couple tries,” You sigh, shaking your head. 

“Yeah, yeah, sure it does,” He chuckles. When you look at his stream, he’s finished up running maps and his character is now toiling away by the marketboard. “I bet I could do it.”

You raise your eyebrow, though he can’t see it. “Hm, what’s the stakes?”

“We need stakes?”

“You’re insulting my integrity as a rhythm game player. I want there to be a deal.”

A silence follows your voice, but you can hear him shift back in his chair. “Okay. What do you want to bet, then?”

Hm. You yourself don’t know exactly what you want if you win. Maybe you could get some gil off of him in game, but that didn’t feel like enough. You look around your room, before spotting something rather intriguing. It was a forgotten purchase, a pastel pink maid dress. It was rather cheap material, but still served its function. You were sure if you looked for them, you’d find the rest of the pieces…

“Loser wears a maid dress,” You declare triumphantly. “I got one in my closet.”

“... I, uh, don’t wanna ask why you have that,” He mumbles, “But I guess I accept. It’d be pretty nice to see you in a maid dress, heh…”

“Don’t act like you’ve already won. You haven’t even opened the game yet.”

“Yeah, yeah, just lemme put this up on the marketboard and I’ll get on the game…”

You lean back, content to wait and give your hands a bit of a break. You can’t help but smirk at not only making Idia eat his words, but seeing him in a maid dress would make you… quite happy, to say the least. The light pink would pair well with his hair and– you have to stop yourself there. You’d rather not distract yourself any further, nor allow yourself to get cocky. You can’t get ahead of yourself, or else you risk losing perhaps the most precious award you could ever have. 

“Okay. I’m on. Which song was it again?” Idia finally speaks up. When you look back at his stream, he’s ended it.

“Sweet Devil– Hey, you should stream your screen,” You point out, tabbing back into your game.

“I’m getting to itttt,” He drags the last letter, like it was too much work, as if he had not streamed his games every time you two called.

You watch as the ‘stream has ended’ switches to his screen, scrolling through the songs before landing on sweet devil. He changes difficulties to extreme, then waits for a moment, like he’s expecting you to say something. You decide to mess with him a little bit, staying silent a little longer.

“I’m waiting,” He groans, and you can almost hear his eyes roll. “I know you’re watching. I heard the little viewer noise.”

“Yeah, yeah,” You chuckle, “I’m ready whenever you are.”

Idia doesn’t even grace you with a ‘go’, or anything of the sort, simply starting the song, following your words. You scramble to tab back into the game, quickly selecting the song. 

The song and mv start up, and soon after the notes come in. You do your best to focus, to try and block out the MV, the bright pink lights of Miku’s room and Miku herself made it hard to follow the notes, especially with how fast they were. Still, you find your rhythm relatively easily, considering you knew the song and charting by heart. Normally, you’d be super conscious about the progress bar beneath the screen, checking to make sure you were well above the ‘excellent’, marker. However, you were too determined to focus. And unfortunately, that would be too much of a distraction. You don't even focus on if your hits are 'good' or 'excellent'.

The hold notes scare you the most, considering you always end up slipping up on them, somehow. Either that, or you don’t hold them for long enough and panic when you can just press the other buttons on your keyboard. You tell yourself, over and over again, in your mind, that you can just use the other set of keys. You have to. You can’t risk allowing Idia to have any sort of edge on you.

Three minutes feels like five, or even ten. Idia has been far too quiet during this, not even muttering something under his breath. You feel grateful for a moment, if you heard anything on his side, you’d probably mess up. Maybe you could mess him up. Yes. No. Ugh, if you did, you’d probably mess yourself up, too. And if you had messed him up, he’d complain and call for a redo. You would rather never play this song again, to be honest.

Just as your fingers start to tingle– a result of adrenaline, for some reason���, the word ‘success’ comes up. Behind the notes, Miku turns her little devil tail into a spear and throws it as a planet. You do your best not to celebrate too early, still having to go through with the last couple seconds of the song. You were just happy to have nailed the challenge time, more than happy. 

After the last couple of notes, you’re able to lean back and relax. For a moment. When the ‘clear’ screen comes up, you feel your heart jump at the percentage. 101.53%. You look over at Idia’s stream and can’t help but laugh. 99.07%.

“No,” He utters weakly, with an agony in his voice you have never heard before. He doesn’t say anything else.

“Yes,” You feel maniacal, an odd elation spreading through your chest. You don’t even exit the game, hopping out of your chair. “You stay right there.”

You pull the dress from your closet, listening to Idia frantically call for Ortho from your headphones. The rest of what he says is unintelligible, given the distance between you and your headphones as you rummage through drawers to find the rest of the costume. You find the cuffs, stockings, and even a headband with cat ears. It’s a little bent, but you’d fix it on the way.

Hurriedly, you stuffed the costume into a bag, grabbing your phone and turning on the flashlight. Slinging the bag over your shoulder and rushing out of your house. You keep your flashlight pointed at the ground so you don’t trip, running as fast as you can to the Hall of Mirrors. Like it is a high-stakes situation, time is precious. If you can’t make it to Ignihyde’s dorms soon, then you will never see Idia in a maid dress, even if you won the bet.

The minute you reach the Hall of Mirrors, you practically throw yourself through Ignihyde’s mirrors, scrambling through the halls with harsh breaths. Your heavy footsteps echo through the halls as you make your way up the steps and to Idia’s room, clutching the strap of your bag. Ortho is there, in front of Idia’s door, opening it just a crack.

Seeing you, the boy lights up, smiling at you from underneath his mask. “Oh, hey, Idia. They’re here!”

“Nooo!” Idia squeals, and you can what him scrambling from his chair to close the door.

You shove your foot into the crack of the door just as Idia tries to open it. He uses more force than he means to, squeeze your foot slightly. You don’t emote, despite how much it hurts. Which scares Idia. But you don’t care. You won the bet. And he needs to pay up. Ortho stares blankly, trying to figure out what has Idia acting this way, before scolding his brother.

“That’s mean! You shouldn’t try to shut your partner out, especially like that!” 

Idia shrinks back a little. It’s clear that Ortho doesn’t know what has you on such a warpath, and you are quite happy with that. Finally, you smile a little, opening the door with your other hand. 

“Ortho…” Idia murmurs, turning his gaze away from you and his brother. “We’re gonna, uhm, game all night. Just us two. So, uh, you should get some sleep.”

He sounds utterly defeated, and Ortho remains none the wiser as to what you were about to subject poor Idia too.

“Huh? But you called me here?” Ortho tilts his head, raising an eyebrow.

“I-I didn’t mean it– er, It was a mistake,” 

“... Okay! I’ll leave you two be. Have fun!”

And with that, Ortho hovers away, happy to leave his brother in your hands. By then, Idia knows he’s lost. You take a step in, handing him the bag with the dress and accessories in it. You don’t even speak to him, feeling a bit too giddy about your win, and prize.

“Uhm… can you at least stay out there, while I get changed?” His voice is shy, understandably so. 

“If you lock yourself in there, I’ll get Ortho to break it down,” You place your hands on your hips, in an attempt to seem confident.

“He wouldn’t do that.”

He’s right, you were well aware that your threat was kind of empty. But there’s no way you were going to let him get away.

“Then I’ll get those Heartslabyul first years to kick the door down.”

He lets out a small ‘eep’ at this, frowning. “Okay, okay, I won’t lock the door. Fine. You win.”

He doesn’t allow you any time to reply, taking the back and closing the door all too quickly. You can hear him shuffling about and the clothes rustling, and you feel your stomach flip-flop with nerves. You fidget with your hands and turn your back to the door, pretending like you actually didn’t care all that much so that Idia could get dressed faster, like that would work. You cross your arms, tapping your fingers against your biceps while you wait.

After a while, you hear the door crack behind you, and you turn around way too excitedly. He barely peeks through, giving you a look akin to a pleading puppy. He didn’t open the door all the way, insistent that you had to slip in through the crack, in case any one else would look out and see him. He’d rather save himself the embarrassment.

Finally squeezing through the door, he shuts it quickly. You, on the other hand, are greeted with a sight. His entire face is red, the tips of his hair flickering a bright pink as he looks away in embarrassment. The dress is a little short for him, so he clutches to the hem of the skirt and pulls it down a little. The pink worked well with his hair and his skin, just like you thought. It’s cliche, one of the dresses that was copy pasted from all those maid animes and what not. But still, you think it fit well.

“This is so cheap,” Idia complains, tilting his head up. “Okay. I dressed up. Can you go now so I can get back in my pajamas?”

You realize he’s missing something. The cat ears.

“No. No, I’m not leaving until you put the cat ears on.” You state simply, looking around for where they are.

He grimaces, deflating even more. “Please no. I think I might die. Actually, I’m going to die. Right now.”

“I won the bet fair and square, it’s not my fault. Where are they, Idia.” You speak with such a stern voice, it almost scares him. He finally, hesitantly, points to his chair, his grimace deepening as he looks back at you. “Put. Them. On.”

He groans, turning around and grabbing the cat ears. He gives you one last look, begging you to just let him go. Maybe you’re being a little too sadistic, but c’mon, Idia in a maid dress. That’s it. You plan to make the most of it. Slowly, he lifts the headband over his head, then lowers it down. Now you have your own Idia cat maid in front of you. You can’t help but smile, absolutely jubilant to see this poor man wearing such a cute dress.

“Okay. Can you go now, please,” He pleads once more, bringing a hand up to his face.

“Can I at least take a picture?” You hold up your phone.

“N-no! Please, no. I’m already at my lowest point, don’t have to kick me while I’m down…”

“Okay, okay,” You decide to finally allow him some mercy, “I won’t. But… I don’t think this image is ever leaving my head any time soon.”

He sighs and shakes his head, avoiding your gaze. But he doesn’t reply. Well, that won’t do. You decide to come up with a quick excuse to stay.

“Well, I ran all the way here, in the dark, it’d suck if you sent me back,” You try to play it cool, tilting your head a little and looking up through your lashes at him. This earns you a deeper blush.

“Stop it,” He huffs, turning his head. Met with his set up, he realizes you two are technically still on call. And he finds his way out. “Your pc is on, you know.”

“Huh.”

“It’s on. You’re still in call.” He points to his monitor.

Your blind blanks for a minute, before you panic a little. You would like to stay and see if you can get him to stay in the maid dress for a little longer, but at the same time, you’d rather not blow out the power supply of your pc. That thing is too damn expensive. And you love it too much.

“Okay. Bye.” You huff briskly, turning on your heels and waiting for the door open before running back down to the mirror that connected the Ignihyde dorms to the Hall of Mirrors.

Idia yelps as the door slides open fully, stepping back and pressing himself against the wall so no one would see. Like anyone else was up at this time. He listens to you rush down the hallway, before letting out a breath. Once the door is shut all the way, he’s quick to wriggle out of the dress, throwing the cat ears, cuffs, and stockings (which ended up ripping a bit) to the corner of his room.

Almost breaking the zipper, he yanks it down on the back of his dress and throws it alongside the scattered recipes, before staring intently at it. Why couldn’t you have just waited for him to undress and take it back? He didn’t want these god forsaken items here. In his room. That reminded him of you. That’s like the cheesiest romantic thing couples do! And in this fashion, perhaps even cringey! He wants to burn it, so bad. Or throw it out. But what if someone somehow finds it in the trash? And then they link it back to him? That’d be the worst scenario. The absolute worst.

He continues to stare at it for a minute, before reaching for his pajamas that were hanging off the back of his chair. Fine. He’ll leave the stupid costume alone for now. Perhaps it’d come in handy one day. Give you a taste of your own medicine… or something.

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[celestialwonders]

cohabitate

an enha hyung line series

genre: abo smut series (MDNI)

pairing: reverse harem!hyung line x omega!afab reader

series synopsis: your desperation for a place to stay turns into desperation for your tantalizing roommates.

wc: 2.5k+ (2827 words)

a/n: its hereeeee finally~ no smut tags bc theres none in this but there will be for the rest of the parts mwahaha im so excited to be setting up this series! hopefully this prologue lets you get to know our MC and the boys’ dynamics :3 as always, feedback and input is greatly appreciated! much much love to my freakpen wives for their help and support <3

prologue: move-in day

“Room for rent. Furnished room. Access to a full kitchen. Shared bathroom.”

You read over the crinkled flyer in your hand as you dial the number at the bottom of the page, looking back over the shoddy photographs of a kitchen, room, and the exterior of a two-story house. The phone rings twice before you hear the other line pick up. “Hello? Is this.. Sunoo?” You hear some shuffling and whispered scolds before hearing someone clear their throat. “Yeah, hi! Are you calling about the room for rent?” A cheerful but hurried voice sounds through your phone’s speaker as you shove the flyer back into your jeans pocket, readjusting your backpack strap as you lean against the corkboard covered in various flyers and signs. The forwardness from Sunoo jolts you, but you regain composure to answer, feeling rushed to confirm your interest as you hear him give another hushed command to whoever is with him. “Yeah, actually. If the spot is still available, I’d like to take it right away.” There’s a concerning silence on the other end as you fidget with the hem of your shirt. “I can pay for the first month's rent today… if that helps.” You add on with a hint of desperation. There’s more shuffling, and then you hear a door slam on the other end of the call. You anxiously await a response, looking over the other flyers for a possible plan B.

“Are you sure you don’t want to at least come see the place before jumping into the lease?” Sunoo cautiously questions. “Not really? From the photo on the flyer, everything looks nice, and, to be honest, I just really need a place to stay this semester.” You sigh as your words hit as a reminder of how you came to this desperate state. “My old roommates fucked with our lease agreement, and of course, I got the short end of the stick. I swear I’m good for my money and being a decent roommate.” You continue, letting out an empty laugh, hoping you’ve convinced your potential housemate enough. “Well… I guess I’ll have to hold you to that new roomie!” Sunoo’s previously hesitant tone was replaced with a welcoming one. You sighed in relief as you exchanged full names and numbers, and Sunoo forwarded you the address for the house.

In a blink, you find yourself exiting your Uber, two extra large suitcases trailing after you as you approach your seemingly quaint and inviting home-to-be. The red front door swings open as a boy with soft pink hair comes bounding down the walkway. “Hey, you! Glad you found your way here. Let me help you with that.” The boy, who you’ve now concluded must be Sunoo by the sound of his voice, grabs the suitcases from your hands, and you adjust the strap on your backpack, following his lead into the house. When you get inside, you take in your new home, a well-loved, lived-in space that’s been minimally decorated to suit a college-aged budget. A white shelf with a collection of books, lego figures, records, and other random decor catches your eye as you step further into the living room. You see a small pile of random pillows and blankets strewn about the room, noticing the flat-screen TV with a tangle of wires attached to various gaming systems. Sunoo brings your suitcases to the bottom of the stairs with a slight huff.

“Don’t mind the mess. I’m sure you know how boys can be.” You turn to Sunoo as he walks into the kitchen, grabbing a kitchen towel to throw over the sink full of dirty dishes. “Boys? I thought this would be a co-ed house…” you trail off, tightening your grip on your backpack strap as you inhale deeply, holding your breath for his reply. “Well… it’s co-ed now!” Sunoo giggles as he grabs a soda from the fridge covered in magnets and random photos of who you can only assume are your future roommates. The photos are all poorly lit shots of blurry figures, most of them from a party or outdoor gathering of some kind, but a particularly bright one catches your eye. The photo has a group of four tall men in baseball uniforms between three other men dressed casually, all throwing up an assortment of peace signs and thumbs up smilingly widely. You find yourself moving closer to the fridge, taking in the faces of the men as you finally process the potent scent you inhaled. Alphas.

“That shouldn’t be a problem, I hope.” Sunoo ducks his face in front of yours, blocking you from inspecting the photos further. You take a step back before composing yourself, hoping Sunoo doesn’t see the shock going through your body right now. “N-no problem at all! I should go settle myself in my room.” You begin to turn down the hall, swiftly grabbing your suitcases, as Sunoo calls out behind you. “Your’s is right next to mine on the left. The rest will be home soon, and we can do dinner together.”

You close the door to your new room and let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Quickly, you remove your backpack and reach for your suppressants. “Fuck.” You sigh out, registering the emptiness of the pill bottle that shakes with maybe two left. You deducted that you’ll have to get a new prescription… maybe an even stronger dosage if there are multiple alphas that live here. Though the change of address may give you some trouble with paperwork, that’s an issue you’ll have to worry about later. You push yourself off the bedroom wall and take in the room that’s been prepped with a standard full-size bed, a desk and chair, and a dresser. Begrudgingly, you begin unpacking and settling yourself into your new habitat.

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You wipe a bead of sweat off your brow as you land on your bed with a thud, having finally deep-cleaned and put away all your belongings, being sure to put up your trinkets and posters with care. Before you can let yourself rest, your eyes shoot open at the sound of the front door swinging open and multiple voices overlapping. Your t-shirt slightly clings to your back as you sit up and instinctually pull your hair out of the messy ponytail it was in. The scent coming off of the group reaches you before you actually see them, having made your way down the hall and to where the group had gathered. Thankful for taking your suppressants, you nearly trip over a pile of baseball bags and equipment at the kitchen entrance. “Oh, and there she is now! How’s the room?” Sunoo lights up as you enter, but you can’t ignore the feeling of all eyes shifting on you as you move into the empty space next to Sunoo. “It’s great… thank you…” You squeak out, avoiding the eyes of the strangers around you as you attempt to pull down your athletic shorts.

“Don’t be shy, introduce yourself! We’ll all be seeing a lot of each other after all.” Sunoo chimes out, bumping your side with encouragement. You timidly introduce yourself and finally look up to the group before you, looking up and catching eyes with a smiling blonde boy around Sunoo’s height. “Hi! I’m Jungwon. I’m a beta and a Sophomore in Biology with a focus on species studies.” He steps forward and extends his hand for a shake, which you gratefully accept. You mentally thank the universe that there’s more than just Alphas in this house as you take in his friendly face. The next person to approach you has dark hair with chunky blonde highlights and is much taller than Jungwon as he stands beside the shorter boy.

In fact, he stands above the whole group as he begins his own introduction, slightly bending over to make himself a bit smaller and catch your eyes. “Hi. I’m Niki. I’m a Freshman. Just presented as an Alpha before coming to college.” He straightens his posture and smugly brushes his hair back, checking your face for reaction. He drops the smug act in response to your blank face before continuing. “I’m undecided in terms of a major, but I’m the pitcher for the baseball team on campus, if you couldn’t tell.” He gestures down to the grass-stained baseball pants that he and a few of the other boys are wearing. “Do you play any sports?” Despite his intimidating aura, Niki gives you a kiddish smile, eagerly awaiting your answer. “Oh. I think my mom had put me in soccer as a kid, but I wasn’t any good. I’m better as an observer than a player.” You admitted as you gave a comforting pat on his shoulder in apology. His shoulders drop slightly, and a slight pout forms on his lips. “Ah, that’s too bad.”

The other boys start shifting around the kitchen, falling into a rhythm of pulling out ingredients and prepping pans. Niki and Jungwon silently dismiss themselves when one of the other boys gives them a sharp glance as he washes his hands at the, now empty, kitchen sink. You silently watch the two of them start to work on cutting some greens, quietly bickering about who is going to cut what. Sunoo hooks your elbow and pulls you aside to one of the taller boys who had made his way to the stove, his jet-black hair falling forward as he checks on the boiling water. Sunoo clears his throat to catch his attention, making the boy straighten to face you. “Hi, nice to meet you. I’m Sunghoon. I’m a junior in Bio and lead research with Jungwon. I’m an Alpha.” He says the last part with an amused smirk painted on his face as if he already knew of your apprehension. He doesn’t bother extending a handshake and instead looks at Sunoo as if to ask ‘Happy?’ before returning to measuring out a portion of dry spaghetti noodles.“Don’t mind him, I swear he can be friendly.” Sunoo whispers as he pulls you to the other side of the stove, where another boy is working on picking out spices from the cabinet.

“Yo, where’s the oregano?” He asks as his eyes still scan the shelves, his back still facing you. “It’s wherever Jake left it after his last ramen recipe experiment.” Sunoo rolls his eyes, turning his and your attention to another boy sitting at the dinner table, scrolling on his phone. His head snaps at the mention of his name, a guilty look painting his face as he slides his phone into his pocket. “Oh yeah, about that… we need to buy more.” He rises from his seat and playfully slaps the shoulders of the boy at the cabinet. “Don’t worry though, Jay! You can just replace it with something else like…” He draws out the last syllable and looks over the boy’s shoulder at the available spices “Like this!” He reaches out and presents a large spice bottle.

“I’m not putting nutmeg in the spaghetti sauce, you idiot.” The tan boy you’ve deducted is Jay, who swipes the bottle from Jake’s hand and puts it back on the spice rack. He gives Jake a shoulder bump and returns to the counter, starting to combine his selected spices. “Jeez, just don’t say I didn’t try to help!” Jake rolls his eyes and brings his attention towards you. “Hi, officially. I’m Jake!” He eagerly takes your hand and shakes it rapidly, your whole arm feeling like it will be ripped off from his excitement. “I’m the catcher for our baseball team, 'cause you know, I’m a catch. And I’m an officer of Theta Mu. I’m sure you’ve heard of us.” He gives you a coy wink. “Oh! And I guess I should mention my major.” He laughs to himself and rubs the back of his neck. “I’m in Computer Science. It’s my third year, so I’m gearing up to get an internship soon. If you know of any openings, help a guy out.” He lightheartedly punches your shoulder, surprising you with his quick friendliness. Sunoo interrupts Jake’s monologue, covering his mouth playfully and giving you an apologetic smile. “Long story short, Jake’s a beta and a total blabbermouth. Whatever you do, do not let him rope you into one of his tabling events for his frat.”

You laugh as Jay starts to brown the meat; the aromatic smell and sound of sizzling help drown out any last worries you have about your new roommates. Maybe it won’t be so bad; everyone seems pretty tame. You subconsciously count the number of heads in the room, realizing that there is one missing from the photo that previously caught your attention. “Who’s that?” You ask no one, pointing to the red-haired boy in the middle of the photo as you make your way closer to the fridge. “Oh, that’s Heeseung. Our residential Senior. He’s in communications like you! He’s the last of us you’ll be meeting today. Not sure where he’s gone off to, though.” Sunoo trailed off as Jay approached him with a stirring spoon in hand, blowing on it before letting Sunoo taste. Sunoo licks his lips and gives Jay a silent thumbs up, grabbing the spoon and taking his turn stirring the meat sauce. “I can answer that one. I may have pissed him off at practice today. He’s probably off on a run or something.” Jay shrugs as if it’s commonplace for Heeseung to be unaccounted for. He moves closer to you, resting a hand on the fridge door, blocking you into his space. “By the way, I’m Jay, as I’m sure you’ve deduced. I’m a Junior in Kinesiology, if you know what that is.” He gloats as you resist the temptation to roll your eyes. “I’m an outfielder for the team, same as Heeseung. Oh, and just like Heeseung, I’m also an alpha.” He raises his eyebrows as a smirk spreads on his chiseled face. You do the quick mental math of all the alphas. There’s Sunghoon, Jay, Niki, and Heeseung… four alphas under one roof.

Before you can react as if on cue, the front door slams open, and a blurry figure whizzes past you, slamming Jay into the fridge he was just casually leaning on. “What the fuck was all that today at practice, huh?” The red-haired boy huffs, sweat clinging to his neck as he scowls at Jay’s nonchalant stance. Despite your suppressants, you can’t help but feel lightheaded at the scent coming off of the two alphas in front of you. “Hee, come on, man. Not in front of the lady.” Jake tries to lighten the mood as he cautiously steps beside you, slinging his arm around your shoulders, drawing Heeseung’s attention to where you stood in shock at the sudden outburst. “Yeah, dude, you know I didn’t mean anything by it. That’s just how the game goes sometimes. You can’t get every ball, ya’ know.” Jay takes this opportunity to remove Heeseung’s clenched fist from the collar of his shirt, trying and failing to brush out the wrinkles it left. “Whatever, man. You knew what you were doing.” Heeseung grumbled as his wild temper seemed to have taken a full 180 at realizing your presence. “S-sorry.” He stutters out, his eyes not meeting yours. He turns to huff at Jay again before retreating upstairs, a door slamming shut a moment later.

“Whelp,” Jungwon starts, placing a salad bowl on the dining table. “Welcome to our happy home! Hope you don’t mind the many pissing contests these boys will get into.” He tries to laugh, but you can tell there’s some honesty in his voice. “Is he.. gonna be okay?” You hesitantly ask, slipping from Jake’s arm to glance towards the stairway. Sunghoon brings the drained pasta noodles to the table, and the other boys bring the rest of the meal. “He will. He just gets like this around this time. If my research is still correct, he’ll come down soon enough, not to worry.” Sunghoon stated as if he had no doubt of Heeseung’s typical behavior. “Yeah, seriously, he’s gonna be fine; you just sit down and eat. I’m sure you’re starved after moving.” Jay gives you a reassuring look as he hands you some cutlery. Everyone finds a seat at the table, and you suddenly feel all eyes on you again. Jake is the first to dig in, and the others follow soon after. “So,” Jake talks between chewing his salad. “Tell us about yourself.”

[wlwsoccerfics]

JustRelax(LiaWältiXGorryReader)

A/N: hope you enjoy it.

Summary: you just left the hospital after giving birth to your son and Lia gets protective, wanting you to rest.

Lia had just picked you and Maxim up from the hosptial. You gave birth to him yesterday. Maxim was both Wallys and your first kid. He was just a day old but already your biggest joy. His full name was Maxim Elias Wälti-Gorry.

She carried him inside with the Baby carrier walking behind you to make sure you got inside safe and Sound as well.

"Babe. You don't have to watch my every move. I am fine!" You told her.

"you gave birth not even 24 hours ago! I am gonna keep an eye on you and make sure you relax . Whether you Like it or not!" She stated.

"i don't like it." You let her know.

"well too bad. You need rest. Off to the couch you go. Your sister is coming over soon with the Family and some of the girls as well! They want to meet our son. I will bring Maxim over to you on the couch in a few. Just gonna get him out of his little Jacket." She told you. You sighed softly but went to sit on the couch after taking your shoes off.

"you know i would have helped." She told you as she handed Maxim over to you.

"i know Babe! But i can take my shoes off on my own!" You stated. You were still sore but didn't want to be treated like you were sick.

"i know you can, i know how tough you are! I saw you giving birth Yesterday and you were a freaking Rockstar!" Lia told you. You blushed a bit.

"thank you for saying that! I couldn't have done it without you by my side though!" You let her know.

"Babe i know you could have done it without me! Which is why i want you to relax now and let me help you! You gave me the best gift ever with giving birth to Maxim! So please let me take care of you!" Your wife replied.

So this was about her showing how much she appreciated what you did. You didn't think she had to do so much cause you both wanted a Baby and you offered to carry it. And the entire pregnancy she was always there. Even when you woke her up in the middle of the night and she went to grab snacks from the gas Station cause you were craving something.

Your sister Mini came to meet her nephew with her wife Clara and your niece Harper and Nephew Koby. They brought over some Gifts. Including a Matilda Jersey with your number and Name on it.

"He is so adorable!" Your sister said as you handed him over to her while Harper sat in your lap carefully.

"He is small." Harper told you.

"indeed he is." You said with a soft smile.

"He was in your aunties Belly until yesterday." Clara explained.

"like Koby was in yours. And i was in mommys Belly!" The little Girl figured out.

"exactly like that." Wally answered.

Koby was sitting in Claras lap. Looking at his new cousin. Clapping his hands together. Smiling softly. His little tongue sticking out.

"you got yourself a new buddy there, Koby?" You said to your nephew with a smile and the almost 10 months old started to let out some Happy giggles. Harper got a turn holding Maxim with the help of your wife.

And then more people you love started showing up. All of your teammates from Arsenal showed up with Gifts. Even though you got lots of Gifts for the Baby shower.

"let me hold my Cousin!" Kyra stated. You handed him over to Kyra who indeed was like a niece for you in a way cause your sister was basically a Mom to her.

"He is really cute!" Lotte told you.

"yeah ,you did pretty well. He looks like a little Angel!" Kyra said.

"He looks like a doll. So sweet!" Alessia spoke up.

"i want to get some Newborn snuggles in as well, please!" Leah answered.

You ended up having a Pizza Party and just enjoying the time with all of your loved ones. Lia always making sure you were okay and had everything you needed.

[paucubarsisimp]

changing prank

pairing: pablo gavi x reader

summary: in which you decide to prank your boyfriend

warnings: none!

a/n: this was my first ever tumblr fic and i decided to rewrite it bc the first one js wasn't it

it had been one of those days. the two of you had been lounging around the house, relaxing, and you figured it was the perfect opportunity to mess with him a little.

you decided to change into something more comfortable, so you turned to pablo with an innocent smile. “hey, do you mind stepping out for a bit? i need to change,” you said, trying to sound sweet, even though you had something up your sleeve.

he raised an eyebrow, clearly amused but also a little suspicious. “really? you want me to leave the room while you change?”

you nodded, giving him an exaggerated pout, “yeah, just for a moment… please?”

he stared at you, eyes narrowing as if trying to figure out what game you were playing. then, with a dramatic sigh, he flopped down onto the bed, crossing his arms over his chest. “fine, i guess if you really want me to go, i’ll leave.”

but instead of moving, he just stared at you, pouting back. “but i don’t wanna leave. why do you want me out of here anyway? what’s the fun of changing if i can’t watch?” he whined, dragging his words out with exaggerated annoyance.

you couldn’t help but giggle at his response. “pablo, it’s just for a second. you’re being dramatic.”

he rolled onto his stomach, his chin resting on his hands as he looked at you with those big, doe eyes. “nooo, i don’t want to go. i wanna see you change,” he teased, his tone growing playful as he inched closer to the edge of the bed.

you tried to hold your ground, though you were starting to crack under his whining. “pablo, come on! you’re being ridiculous.”

he made a pouty face, rolling his eyes dramatically. “nope, i’m not leaving. i want to watch. you’re my girlfriend, so i get to stay.” he then raised his voice in an exaggerated whine, “why do you always make me leave when i just want to stay with you?”

it was clear that you weren’t going to win this one. his persistence was too much, and you could barely stop yourself from laughing at his antics. “fine, fine,” you finally relented, “you can stay, but only because you’re impossible.”

pablo grinned triumphantly, flopping back on the bed with a victorious smirk. “i knew it. you love me too much to kick me out.” he winked playfully, his arms behind his head as he made himself comfortable.

you shook your head, still amused at how much he hated the idea of leaving, even for a moment. “you’re so spoiled, pablo.”

“yep, and i wouldn’t have it any other way,” he grinned, clearly pleased with himself. “now, let me watch you change.”

[mistress-skywalker]

Worlds Collide: An Anakin Skywalker love-story

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☄︎ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐰𝐨- 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐭 𝐄𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡, 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐎𝐧𝐞 ☄︎

─ ⊹ ⊱ ☆ ⊰ ⊹ ─

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!!)

|| Chapter 1 ||

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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?

[willowcried]

hey hey heyyy what about quinn fabray teaching shy reader’s first time? for context reader is such an awkward loser and we all know that quinn is one of the popular girlies, and she’s their first girlfriend ever and they haven’t gone any far other than missing but reader just wants to please her

-🪴

Power bottom Quinn Fabray believers RISE

like, you’re so eager to make quinn feel good, but also so shy about actually making a move. you get red just thinking about touching her like that—she HAS to do something about that

curled up in your bed, kissing lazily, and hands resting just above her waist, quinn smirks against your lips and whispers, “you can touch me, you know.”

you freeze, turning bright red. “i know.” you whisper, wanting to sound sure but your hands still don’t move.

she pulls back slightly, taking in the adorable sight of you looking completely lost, pupils blown, mouth a little swollen, hair messy from her fingers. she brushes her thumb against your jaw, tilting her head. “baby, are you nervous?”

you shake your head too quick. too defensive. quinn raises an eyebrow, and you immediately cave, “fine, yes. maybe. but can you blame me? i just want make you feel good.”

her breath catches for a moment as she watches you, really takes you in—the nerves, the almost desperate need in your eyes. you, who always get so shy when things get too intense, who always panic and pull back before it goes too far. and yet, here you are, saying you want to take care of her.

and oh, that just makes quinn’s heart melt. “aww, you pretty thing,” she coos, fingers slipping into your hair, nails scraping lightly against your scalp. “want to please me?”

you swallow, nodding. “yeah.” a shy chuckle leaves your lips.

quinn looks down at you with something between amusement and hunger, tilting her chin as you press your lips to hers again—tentative at first, but deepening quickly when she pulls you closer. she kisses you until your thoughts blur and your hands finally settle on her thighs, fingers ghosting under her skirt.

she sighs into your mouth and your heartbeat skyrockets. “thaaat’s it. like you when you get handsy.” she praises, shifting her arms over your shoulders to your wrist, sliding it further and you just— “holy shit.”

because you can feel the dampness that stains your index and middle finger, even through the lace of her panties. the realization makes you freeze, lips parting in stunned silence. you up at her, wide-eyed, almost like you’re asking.

am i imagining this?

“you did that,” she murmurs, quick to reassure you, rolling her hips ever so slightly against your fingers, her voice is warm and breathy before her hands on your neck pull you into another, sloppy kiss.

and then there’s her breathing. a little messier now due to your hands, slowly rubbing up and down. losing focus just from the way your hands move, she lets out this tiny sound when your other hand squeezes her thigh, and oh—yeah. yeah.

she never sounds like that. she’s always composed, but now she’s melting against you, hips shifting into your touch, exhaling shaky little breaths that make your stomach flip.

she pulls back when she sees how overwhelmed you are “switch with me, baby.”

and before you know it, she’s on her back, pulling you down between her legs, voice smooth as honey as she instructs you.

“start with my neck,” she murmurs, fingers threading through your hair. “kiss me. and don’t be shy.”

she wants you to be nervous. she wants you to hesitate, to stutter, because the idea of you being so eager to please her, while having no clue what you’re doing, makes her incredibly wet.

and when she finally guides your mouth lower, she makes sure you listen. she tells you exactly how to move, what to do with your tongue, praises you when you do something right, and sighs, “don’t stop, doll.” when you finally start to get the rhythm.

because she knows you’re a fast learner. and once you start figuring out what makes her moan? oh, your jaw’s gonna be sore tomorrow.

[bring-forth-his-sac]

pls more dad negan (including reader like in your drabble) 😭🙏 that drabble was so cute!!! <3

summary: Negan wakes up with the two people he loves most

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“Negan? Negan, are you awake?”.

Negan knows it’s a good morning when your voice is the first thing he hears. Another day in this apocalyptic paradise— which is something he doesn’t say lightly.

Despite the skulls he’s had to crack, the years he spent behind bars and the losses he’s had, Negan would do it all over again if it meant meeting you… and the other special lady in his life. Speaking of which, he’s starting to wonder why he didn’t wake up to her usual wailing.

He grunts slightly as he opens his eyes.  The warmth of the bed feels just right for the cold day. 

“Morning darlin,” Negan greets you with a sleepy grin “we finally getting some mama and daddy time?”.

You smile, swiping a stray strand of hair off his forehead. “I wish but…” you sigh tiredly “look down”.

With wary eyes, Negan tilts his head down and finds his little heat source cuddled in between you both, staring up at him with wide eyes.

“Hm, was wondering why the bed was so warm” he says, bringing a finger down to trace her small face.

You let out a laugh as you get comfy beside your husband. “She woke me but it’s too early to start the day” you mumble against your pillow.

“So she’s been promoted to our bed now, huh?” Negan raises an eyebrow, his eyes still on the little terror. Suddenly a small hand comes up, fingers clenching and unclenching.

Giving into her (like always), Negan lifts your daughter up so she’s resting in the centre of his chest. It’s only in times like this do you notice how much she’s grown in the past few months, still so small but full of so much personality. 

“You tryin’ to steal all the attention I should be giving mama?” he asks her “is that your masterplan?”.

Stifling a yawn, you shift onto your side as you shuffle down the bed and tug the blanket up to your shoulders. “Just like her father, she loves the attention” you tease.

“But I think she’s got your stubbornness,” he says softly, a slight chuckle escaping his lips.

Negan settles back into the pillow, cradling the baby against his chest. His hand gently brushes her wisps of hair.

Give it another month or two and she’ll have hair long enough to tie up and style properly. You can already imagine Negan trying to style her: tying her hair up into a tuft full of bows and glittery hair bands. After all, it’s only the best for his little girl.

“You ever think we’d be here? Doing this?” he murmurs, pulling you out of your daydreams “I mean, hell, I’ve been through some shit, but this… this is different”.

You smile, watching him with an affectionate gaze “It’s everything, isn’t it?”.

The baby babbles as if to agree. Her legs kick out slightly before she relaxes again. Despite being up since 4am, she’s still not tired and opts to listen in to your conversation instead of resting her eyes like you hoped.

Negan rubs her back soothingly, watching as your baby tries to cram her fist into her mouth. Trying to carefully corral her hand away from getting gnawed, Negan mutters “Now, if we can just get her to sleep through the night, I’ll be even happier”.

You smile sleepily, still trying to shake off the fog of an early wake-up. 

“She definitely has you wrapped around her finger,” you comment, watching as she loses interest in trying to get her fist into her mouth and tries to tug on one of Negan’s fingers instead. “Literally” you add.

He grins down at the baby, making a funny noise that gets her to coo in response. You snicker “Oh yeah, she’s definitely got you figured out, Mr. Tough Guy”.

Negan looks at you with exaggerated offense, feigning a dramatic gasp. Clearly entertained, the baby gurgles and babbles as Negan continues his one-man show.

“What? Me? Tough guy? I’m a loving father, damn it! I’m a doting… badass… fucking machine daddy. And nothing more!” He kisses the top of the baby’s head with an exaggerated ‘mwah!’ sound. 

Negan looks over at you with a wink but before he can notice how your eyes are growing heavier, the baby coos for his attention again. 

“But this little princess on the other hand?,” he talks in an exaggerated manner “Oh she’s gonna be trouble!”.

You let out a small, sleepy laugh but it’s quickly swallowed up by a yawn. “Yeah, well, she already thinks she’s the boss” You shift a little, getting more comfortable.

Negan chuckles, looking down at the baby like she’s his new best friend. It’s uncanny how much your little baby girl can look so similar to your husband— and yet if you say that out loud, Negan will insist she looks more like you.

Negan raises her tiny fist as if she’s about to start swinging. “Damn right she’s the boss!” He exclaims “Just wait until I teach her the good shit. Killing walkers, turning on the charm— oof!”.

He stops when you poke his side under the blanket. With a lazy smile you mumble “Maybe wait until the baby can walk first before teaching her to kill walkers”.

Your eyelids feel like they’re made of lead and the bed is so warm and comfortable, it feels impossible not to close them just for a while. You snuggle deeper into the blankets, your body practically melting into the mattress. 

“Alright, alright, mama has a point” Negan concedes before getting back to playtime with his mini-me.

“But that doesn’t mean I can’t start teaching ya how to work that charm. First lesson: how to look cute and get everything you want” Negan says as if she can understand every word.

The baby blinks, her mouth open as she listens closely. Negan laughs softly, completely amused “Already a pro”.

“Actually and while we’re at it,” Negan continues “I’m gonna have to teach you how to change your own diapers, you’re like a goddamn fire hose attached to a sewerage plant!”.

As he rambles on, he notices how quiet you’ve become. The soft rise and fall of your chest, the way your head is slumped against the pillow, all hint that you're completely out of it. 

And to confirm his theory, you let out a small snort in your sleep. 

Negan pauses, a small smirk forming in his face. “Huh, guess that’s our queue to leave, kiddo” he whispers.

Trying his best to move slowly, Negan pulls back the covers just enough for him to get out. Manoeuvring out of the bed, Negan keeps your little offspring close to his chest. The baby gurgles, as if threatening to cry if Mama doesn't get out of bed too. For once, Negan shoots a glare at the baby, holding onto the look for a few seconds no matter how guilty it makes him feel. 

“Shhhhhh hun, let your mama sleep” he tells her, watching to make sure you don’t stir. Negan knows how hard you work. Despite how much he helps out, Negan can’t feed the baby off his man boob, nor can he lull the baby back to sleep with the same success as you. 

Without you, he knows he wouldn’t be in this situation. He would've never found a woman willing to spawn out his demonic kids and look hot as all hell while doing it!

You’ve always been his exception. You gave him hope. Not just in this world, but in himself. “C’mon you little pipsqueak you’re stuck with me for a while” Negan whispers, giving you one last look before walking out and carefully shutting the door behind him.

If there’s anyone who needs some peace and quiet, it’s you and Negan has no problem helping out with that.

[loopstagirl]

20 or 26 with Merlin and Gwaine?

For @Febuwhump day 26: hiding an injury

Gwaine whistled to himself as he strode along the corridor, casting an appreciative eye at the couple of maids who passed him. He looked back, and so did they, before they hurried off, giggling. Gwaine grinned. Maybe being a knight and living in a castle had some benefits, after all. 

When he reached the armoury doors, however, his smile slipped. Hand resting on the handle, he paused, leaning in closer. He could hear low voices, unidentifiable, but filled with malice. Then came a thud that sounded suspiciously like a blade being driven into wood, and a voice raised in protest. Gwaine raised his eyebrows. That voice he did know. 

He shouldered open the door and strode in, resuming his whistling. It didn’t take him long to spot the commotion. 

“We’re making a habit of this,” he said, grinning at Merlin. It didn’t meet his eyes though, and it took all of his self-control to keep his voice even. 

His friend had his back against the wall, half of Arthur’s armour in his arms. The other half was in a pile by his feet. While Gwaine hadn’t taken long to figure out Merlin didn’t take a usual servant’s approach of being careful with his master’s belongings, these had the look as if they’d been dropped. 

In front of him were two nobles who Gwaine didn’t know, nor did he care too. Both looked furious. One had a knife in his hand, a snarl on his face and a mean look in his eye that instantly got Gwaine’s back up. The other instinctively reached for his sword when he saw Gwaine, only for his hand to close on nothing. The weapon was still quivering in a shield. 

Merlin grinned back. “Let’s not.” 

“Still.” Gwaine drew his own sword. “I’d quite like to know what is going on here.” 

“This boy didn’t bow when we entered.” It was the older man who spoke, the one who’d lost his sword. Gwaine was almost impressed by the colour his face was turning. 

“You don’t look like the king.” 

“What?” 

“The king. I’m pretty sure he was younger. Blonder. Hate to admit it, but better looking, too.” 

“Show some respect!” The younger brandished his weapon at Gwaine. 

Gwaine sighed. He flicked his hand, making use of the longer reach of his sword. As he’d predicted, the man didn’t have a proper grip on his knife and it went soaring out of his hand the second Gwaine’s blade connected.  

“How dare-,” 

“He’s a knight of Camelot,” Merlin said. “You probably don’t want to do that.” 

“A knight? You, sir, do not look like a knight!” 

Gwaine gave a theatrical groan and clapped his hand to his forehead. “That’s what the cloak is for?” He asked Merlin. “So idiots actually know who defends the kingdom?” 

“Yep.” 

Merlin’s posture had softened, his grin coming more easily now. Whatever situation he’d got himself into, he obviously knew Gwaine was going to get him out of it. It was a nice feeling, this belonging. Gwaine was starting to get used to. 

“Right. I’m a Knight. Hand-picked by the king himself. Who, we’ve established, is not you. So why would Merlin bow to you? I’m pretty certain he doesn’t even bow to Arthur.” 

“He is a servant! We’re nobles. It’s only right-,” 

“That you get out of here as fast as you can. Excellent idea. Off you go.” 

Gwaine gave a mocking bow, gesturing to the door with his sword. Both men eyed him in hatred but neither made any attempt to retrieve their missing weapons. 

“The king will hear about this,” the older spat, but he motioned for his companion to head towards the door. 

“Please do,” Gwaine said. “Just do me a favour and wait until I’m there. I’d love to watch his face when you admit to bullying servants and threatening his own manservant.” 

The men responded, but it was mumbled into their chests as they hurried out. 

“Thanks,” Merlin said. He bent to retrieve the rest of Arthur’s armour. “I had it handled but-,” 

“Really? What were you going to do?” 

Merlin shrugged. “Throw something at them?” 

Gwaine chuckled. “Come to the training grounds with me, I’ll teach you a few moves. For the next time you get yourself in this situation.” 

“No thanks,” Merlin said with a shudder. “Arthur tried to teach me, once. I think I might have traumatised him. Besides, I don’t need it.” 

“You don’t?” Gwaine kept his tone light. Merlin sounded as if he had spoken without thinking.  

Merlin shrugged. “With you around to save the day? How could I deny you the chance to be a dashing hero?” 

“I am dashing,” Gwaine agreed. He sheathed the sword and took some of the armour from Merlin’s arms. “Where we going with this?” 

“Arthur’s rooms.” 

“He there?” 

“Hopefully not,” Merlin grinned. “As I was supposed to do this yesterday. Think he’s in a council meeting.” 

“Then I’ll come.” Gwaine hoped he wasn’t supposed to be in said council meeting as well. 

He let Merlin lead the way. But as his friend walked in front of him, Gwaine frowned. 

“Are you alright?” 

“Fine,” Merlin called back over his shoulder. 

Gwaine didn’t push it. But he watched closely as they walked, and by the time they reached Arthur’s rooms, he was certain. Merlin was favouring one side and his sigh of relief as he put Arthur’s armour down sounded suspiciously pain-filled. 

“Merlin.” 

“Gwaine?” 

“Did they hurt you?” 

“Those idiots? They couldn’t if they tried.” 

“Then why are your favouring one side?” 

Merlin crossed his arms defensively. He wasn’t quick enough to hide his wince this time and Gwaine just stared at him. One thing he’d learnt about Merlin was his complete inability to let a silence lengthen. 

“Arthur’s armour is heavy,” he said conversationally as he took the remaining pieces from Gwaine. “Surprised he can stand up in it half the time.” 

“Mm hmm.” Gwaine moved into the room. He hadn’t been in here very often – Arthur didn’t intend to invite him in. Only Leon seemed to have that privilege, although Gwaine suspected that was more to do with his ability to actually advise the king rather than annoy him with unhelpful suggestions. 

He pulled Arthur’s chair out and straddled it, watching Merlin work. A few shirts strewn on the floor were tossed behind a dresser but he was careful when it came to handling the armour. 

Once that was away, he turned towards the bed. He kept his left arm clamped tight to his side even as he dragged the coverlet up with his right. 

“Two hands will make it easier," Gwainw pointed out. 

“Where’s the fun in that?”  

Gwaine had spent a lifetime getting into and running away from scraps. He knew how to suppress pain, to act as if everything was fine. He thought he was good at it. Not, it seemed, as good as Merlin was. 

“What did they do to you?” 

“Wha-? Nothing!” 

“What did who do to who?”  

The voice came from the doorway and Merlin jumped. He let out a hiss which he tried to cover up in a cough. 

“You’re back early.” 

“We resolved matters. Gwaine, get off my chair.” 

“It’s not like it’s the chair,” Gwaine complained. “I can sit in this one.” 

“Move,” Arthur said. But he came to stand next to the knight, arms folded and eyes narrowed. “What’s going on?” 

“Some of your uppity nitwits decided they are more important than you and want the entire castle bowing,” Gwaine said. Despite his previous words, he did stand. It pleased him that he was taller than Arthur. But it also meant that Merlin was faced with the pair of them staring him down. 

“Gwaine-,” Merlin began, but Gwaine ignored him. 

“Cornered our boy here. There were blades drawn.” 

Arthur stiffened and Gwaine saw a muscle throb in his jaw. 

“I’m fine,” Merlin protested. “It’s nothing I haven’t handled a hundred times.” 

This time, it was Gwaine who winced. That probably wasn’t the wisest thing to say in front of Arthur. 

“You cut yourself on a wooden practice sword,” Arthur said. “Did they hurt you?” 

“No,” Merlin scowled. 

“Yes,” Gwaine spoke over him. “He’s favouring his right side.” 

Merlin shot him a look of betrayal. Arthur sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. 

“Go to Gaius, Merlin.” 

“I’m fine!” 

“Gwaine, take him.” 

Merlin glared at the pair of them, before throwing the pillow down on the bed with a huff. He stalked towards the door and Gwaine didn’t hesitate to fall into step with him. He nudged Merlin’s shoulder lightly with his own. 

“You shouldn’t have to deal with things like this.” 

“Uppity nitwits?” Merlin asked.  

Gwaine chuckled. “Don’t know their names: don’t care to find out. Arthur can figure it out himself or you can tell him.” 

“I’m not telling him. They might-,” He broke off suddenly. 

“Try again?” Gwaine said softly. “I’m all for being your knight in shining armour, Merlin, but, apparently, I do have duties now and then. You should tell Arthur. Just in case I’m not around.” 

“I don’t need protecting.” 

“I think we all do. Now and then. There’s nothing wrong with accepting help, either.” Gwaine spoke from past experience, although not something he’d shared with his friend. Merlin gave him a sideways look. 

“Are you alright?” 

Gwaine grinned. “’course I am. Look, here we are.” 

He pushed open the door. He couldn’t hide his sigh of relief when Gaius looked up at them. If the physician had been on his rounds, he knew he’d never get Merlin to agree to come back later. 

“Sit. What have you done now?” 

Gwaine looked at Merlin, then gaped when he realised Gaius was speaking to him. 

“Not me!” 

Gaius’ eyebrows came together.  

“Merlin?” 

“Uppity nitwits,” Merlin said by way of explanation. “Nothing to see here. Arthur’s kicked me out: need any help?” 

“He’s hurt,” Gwaine said simply, “and won’t admit it.” 

Merlin had avoided his questions. He hadn’t answered the king. But he balked when Gaius fixed him with a stern look and found his shoes very interesting. 

“Shirt off,” Gaius ordered.  

Gwaine twitched, almost as if he was going to obey himself. There was a type of authority in Gaius that Arthur could learn a thing or two from. Merlin also seemed to have no defence against it and he begrudgingly took his shirt off. 

Gwaine whistled. There was an ugly bruise blossoming on Merlin’s ribs, surrounding an area of red. Merlin hissed as Gaius pressed against it. 

“You’re lucky you don’t have a broken rib,” he scolded. “You should’ve come straight to me.” 

“It’s fine,” Merlin muttered through gritted teeth. “Gaius, you know-,” he lowered his voice and Gwaine strained his ears to catch the end of the sentence. 

He couldn’t be sure, but it sounded like ‘I’ve dealt with far worse than this’. It made him wonder what being a servant in Camelot actually meant. 

“I once broke a rib,” Gwaine said. He kept his tone light, as if he hadn’t just dragged his friend here against his will. “I fell off a barn roof.” 

“And what, pray tell, were you doing on said roof?” Gaius asked, shooting him a disapproving look before instructing Merlin to sit down. 

Gwaine shrugged. “Can’t quite remember. There was ale. A barkeep’s wife. Or maybe his daughter? And a group of thugs who I think owed her money?” 

Gaius rolled his eyes as he picked up a point of ointment. Gwaine recoiled from the smell from across the room when he opened it. But his words had done what they needed them to do. Merlin was grinning at him again. 

“Next time,” Gwaine said, “don’t try and hide it. You’re a poor liar, Merlin.” 

He chose to ignore the look that passed between physician and servant, and instead headed for the door. 

“Where are you going?” 

Gwaine grinned, and touched his sword. “I have some uppity nitwits to introduce myself properly to.” 

“I’ll keep the salve to hand then,” Gaius said drily. 

Gwaine winked but before he exited, Merlin called him back. 

“Thanks,” he said, sounding sheepish. 

Gwaine’s smile was genuine. “Anytime.” 

[rosieyart]

you've likely been getting this a lot but i was ECSTATIC to see your saiou art, i remember having such a big hyperfixation for them in 2020 and your art has me relove the ship even more. i love how you draw them!! im super curious at how they also got you super hooked like the rest of us </3

aaa i’m so happy to hear this!! i’ve said this before but it’s actually so refreshing to know that people still enjoy seeing my art of them. i still can’t get over the fact i’ve joined a fandom so late…. sighs. but i’ve been swallowed in and i don’t think i can turn back at this point

as for why i am hooked on them? hmmm bit of a tough question to answer. i think i just really enjoy their dynamic and how it fits in with the overarching themes of v3 as a whole. truths vs lies. are lies truly evil or can they be used for good? are truths always good, or can they sometimes be vile? esp the whole aspect of saihara chasing after ouma and trying desperately to figure him out; he’s a walking puzzle and saihara, the puzzle solver he is, can’t help but try to piece him together.

i actually typed out this long ass essay worthy response to a friend of mine a few days ago…. not sure if anyone gives a shit to read it but perhaps i’ll post it at some point…

errr but also. i feel i will just naturally gravitate towards characters and ships i find interesting. i like saihara bc he’s pretty imo (he has lashes for days and that facial card is absolutely lethal) and ouma, well, i’ve always had a thing for black/white color schemes and his character is just simply bizarre to me. i need to study him under a microscope. little gremlin creature thing.

the yaoi ship chooses me, really, i don’t choose the yaoi lmao

[horoscope1078]

:)

Pau had faced some of the best forwards in the world. But nothing, nothing, had prepared him for this.

“So...” you said, scrolling through your phone with the seriousness of a coach analysing match footage. “As an Aquarius, you need someone intellectually stimulating, independent, and adventurous.”

Pau groaned, dropping his head onto the café table. “Please stop.”

You ignored him. “Look, I’m just trying to help! You need someone who gets you. Someone who can match your energy.”

“I have plenty of energy.”

“Pau...” you said, deadpan. “You take naps like an 80-year-old man.”

“That’s called recovery.” Pau muttered.

You waved him off, still scrolling. “Anyway, you shouldn’t date someone too emotional, because that’ll stress you out.”

Pau sat up straight. “Wait, so you’re saying I shouldn’t date you?”

You blinked, caught off guard. “W..what?”

Pau smirked. “You’re emotional, aren’t you?”

You crossed your arms. “Excuse me?”

“I mean...” Pau shrugged, trying not to look too smug. “You cried over a cat video last week.”

“That cat saved another cat!” you defended. “It was moving.”

Pau chuckled. “Yea yea. But if we’re following your astrology rules, I guess you and I would be a terrible match.”

For a split second, your expression faltered. “I mean… it’s not impossible.”

“No, you said emotional people would stress me out.” Pau leaned back in his chair, grinning. “Guess that means I should start looking for an Aquarius-approved girlfriend.”

Your eyes narrowed dangerously. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“Very much.” Pau popped a fry in his mouth.

You huffed. “Fine, then let’s really find you someone.”

Pau choked on his fry. “Wait, no-”

But you were already typing. “I’ll check compatibility charts. Ooo, maybe a Sagittarius? They’re adventurous-”

Pau lunged for your phone. “Give me that!”

You dodged, giggling. “Nope!”

“Seriously, stop trying to matchmake me!”

You smirked. “Why? Are you scared I’ll find you the perfect girl?”

Pau clenched his jaw. The perfect girl is sitting right in front of me, he wanted to say.

But instead, he groaned. “I just don’t want you wasting your time on-”

“Oh! What about a Gemini?” you interrupted. “They’re fun, sociable-”

Pau slid his hands down his face. “This is torture.”

You tapped your chin. “Or maybe a Libra-”

Pau reached across the table and snatched your phone.

“HEY!” you gasped.

“No more astrology.” he declared, holding the phone hostage.

You pouted. “You’re no fun.”

“I’m plenty of fun, just not when I’m being bullied into a fake horoscope dating plan.”

You sighed dramatically. “Fine. I’ll stop.”

Pau sighed in relief and handed back your phone.

You took it with a mischievous grin. “But only if you answer this. What’s your type?”

Pau froze. “I... uh...” He scratched the back of his head. “I don’t… have a type?”

You gasped. “LIES!”

“It’s not lies!”

“It is! Everyone has a type!” you leaned forward eagerly. “Tell me. What kind of girls do you like?”

Pau panicked. If he said his actual type, you'd figure it out in seconds. So, he said the first thing that popped into his head.

“Goalkeepers?”

You blinked. “You like goalkeepers?”

Pau winced. What kind of dumb answer was that? “Yea...” he said quickly, doubling down. “Because… uh… they… have good reflexes?”

You squinted at him. “Pau, do you have a secret crush on Ter Stegen?”

Pau choked on air. “WHAT? NO!”

You cackled. “I knew you had a type!”

“I don’t!”

You smirked. “Uh-huh. Sure.”

Pau groaned, rubbing his temples. “You are so annoying.”

You giggled. “And you love it.”

Pau looked at you, bright-eyed, teasing, completely oblivious to how much he actually did love it. And he realised something. If he didn’t stop you now, you'd actually try to set him up with someone. And that was not happening. So, he did something risky.

He leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand. “Ok, fine. Since you’re so smart, tell me, who do you think I should be with?”

You hesitated. “Well…”

“C’mon” Pau said, tilting his head. “If I have a type, tell me, who’s the perfect match for me?”

You opened your mouth. Then closed it. Your confident teasing wavered, and for the first time, Pau saw the gears turning in your head. Your cheeks turned slightly pink.

Pau smirked. “No answer?”

You huffed. “Shut up.”

Pau grinned. “You do have someone in mind, don’t you?”

“No.”

“I think you do.”

You avoided eye contact. Pau won. Finally. You crossed your arms. “Whatever. I’m done with this conversation.”

Pau sat back, victorious. “Good. No more matchmaking.”

You rolled your eyes. “Fine.”

Silence. Then “But if you were to date a Sagittarius-”

“OH MY GOD!”

You laughed as Pau groaned dramatically, dropping his head onto the table again. And even though you were the most frustrating person alive, Pau wouldn’t change a thing. Because, honestly, you were the only match he ever wanted.

[lxchadora]

"Wow. That distraction really worked", Rosita spoke in a low murmur. Nobody would be able to hear them as they were hidden behind crates in the back of a closed truck, but she still somehow felt like it would be odd to speak normally.

Frankly, she thought Kyleigh's move had been incredibly risky, but she didn't want to complain. Things had gone incredibly well considering they were trying to do the near impossible. Escaping a military camp. Thinking about it like that sounded ridiculous. It felt ridiculous they were trying to escape a place behind fences when there were flesh eating creatures out there, sometimes featured in larger groups. She remembered when she had seen a dozen of them at once.

There was a feeling gnawing at her that maybe she would come to regret this decision. Maybe she was throwing away her only chance of surviving..

They could still sneak out of the truck, she remembered. As for now they still had a choice of staying here or leaving.

Irina interrupted her train of thought, commenting how the guard was a caring person to have climbed over the fence for Kyleigh with no hesitation, followed by her expressing her hope that he comes back safely. "Few men would risk their lives for the life of a woman's man, especially if they don't know him..", she added.

"Let's hope you won't scream when we get out there. Noise attracts the infected, in case you haven't figured that out. More of them will be heading towards the fence now", Warren reminded, tone neutral, but with a tired edge to it. As he went on he began to sound more chiding. "Next time, get more creative and less impulsive. There are other ways to distract a guard. You could've gotten yourself in trouble-"

Rosita quickly chimed in before the two would have the chance to get snarky with each other. Admittedly, she thought he was right, but she didn't want her new companions to have a pointless discussion in the back of a truck. Plus, maybe it had been the best way to distract that guard. Maybe something else wouldn't have worked. Maybe he would have just called another guard over to keep an eye on the area while he investigated it in any other case. Who knew?

"We're here now. We made it", Rosita reminded. "From now on, everyone will be quiet."

Damn, she sounded very military, didn't she?

"We were screwed anyway. That guard's shot was pretty loud", Rosita argued, glancing at Warren. "Definitely louder than Kyleigh's scream. We're not safe here, that's why we're trying to get out."

She sighed, looking over at Irina who looked more than exhausted, the bags under her blue eyes having taken on a purpleish tint.

"We'll be stuck inside here until tomorrow morning now. I suggest we all rest. We can take turns keeping watch on the others. Three of us can sleep while one stays awake. You can rest now, I'll keep watch."

Irina was quick to fall asleep, and so was Warren. If Kyleigh didn't fall asleep, Rosita would decide to ask her something. "Are you alright? It's been.. a lot."

And there was so much more to come.

That little ray of sunshine in this dark world, finding out that Rosita was a mechanic as well, gave Kyleigh a much needed boost of confidence. Yeah she could pretend all she wanted that she was fearless and nothing got to her, but damn sometimes it really did. When it was right after she had lost that first group she was with the half lycan thought she was never going to trust anyone again, never going to find humans that were worth fighting alongside. And she had carried that with her when coming into this camp. But a few hours spent planning this escape with Rosita and the others had started to change all that. Maybe the four of them could really pull this off and get the hell back to their loved ones. Even if they did have to go to another state as her friend had just suggested. She wasn't sure how well all of them would do out there, but anything was worth a shot at this point.

Thankful that for once Warren didn't give her a fight, or as he probably thought of it as just expressing his opinion on the matter, Kyleigh was more than ready to move ahead with this plan. Dumb guard or not she was happy that Rosita had come up with a good excuse for her to be near the truck. Given that Irina still looked way too terrified about this whole thing it was great for her to just stay hidden. And Kyleigh? Well she was a master of distraction if she did say so herself. It was how she hustled for money when she was on the road and how she had gotten herself out of more than a few sticky situations in the past.

"Don't worry about that, I know exactly what to do." She promised, a sly smile flashing across her face. It might have been a typical 'female' thing, but hey it worked and it wasn't like she had the time to pull out some James Bond type shit.

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As soon as the four of them split up, Kyleigh told Warren to go get what he wanted to take with him and make it quick. She did the same, just grabbing her bag that was always ready and casually 'borrowing' a tube of lipstick from one of the other women in her tent. Why the hell she still had that Kyleigh had no idea, but it was going to come in handy in a few minutes. Thank god she was not good at putting it on, allowing it to smear just a bit over her lips to give the illusion that she and Warren had been kissing. Of course that thought gave her the urge to throw up but now was not the time to be dramatic, that would happen in a few short minutes.

The second he saw her Kyleigh knew that Warren understood her odd lipstick look, nodding to her as she motioned for him to follow her. A gunshot went off followed by a scream, pulling the few others that were around towards the front of the camp. Shit! She hoped that wasn't Rosita getting caught or something far worse. Grabbing Warren's hand she quickly dragged him further away towards the back gate, sighing with relief when they found that no one was guarding it.

"Should only take a second." She whispered to him as she fished inside her pocket for her favorite bobby pin. It had been sharpened down on one end to be the perfect tool for picking locks, just like the one on the gate. As she promised a few seconds later the thick box clicked open, Kyleigh keeping it in her hand so that she could place back on as soon as she and Warren were out of the gate. This way it would look as if they had never been there at all, Kyleigh dragging her foot over the soft imprints they left behind.

"Go! When you hear me scream, head for the truck. I'll be right behind you!"

Waiting until they had circled back around the camp to the front and the truck was visible, Kyleigh nodded for Warren to get ready. Now it was her turn to let out a piercing scream, causing that poor guard to turn in her direction.

"Help, quick! Please, I need help!"

As soon as he started over towards her she motioned for Warren to get to the truck, hoping that Rosita and Irina were already in there. That would mean three of them down and only her left. She met the guard by the gate she was at, a frantic look on her face as she kept glancing behind her.

"My boyfriend! He's out there! We went for a walk and on the way back we got trapped. I swear he was right behind me! Those things might have gotten him! Please, he's all I have left!"

She all but screamed at the guy, forcing tears to come to her eyes. Dude was either really stupid or just felt bad for her because he climbed over the fence without hesitation.

"Go on, get back in and get checked. I'll be right back." He ordered her before taking off in the direction she had pointed.

"Dumbass. Should have never left your post."

Once his back was turned Kyleigh took off the few yards towards the front gate, the others dealing with the chaos that was going on behind the truck. Their backs were to her, giving her the chance to hop up in the truck and find a good hiding spot all the way in the back. Waiting a few moments to settle in she let out a specific clicking sound, the one that if everything had worked with the others, would quickly be returned and would let her know that now all they had to do was wait until they were out on the road to plan their next move.

[jinkieswouldyoulookatthis]

Oh My God, why do I do this to myself? I've got 7K words of another story written but I couldn't figure out a smooth dismount before the smut (my sweet spot for writing is to write around and right up to smut without having to actually write the smut-- smut adjacent, if you will) so now it's gotta be SMUTTY and I'm struggling, y'all. I'll get it there, but like, my brain does the most impressive adhd mental gymnastics trying to avoid actually writing sex scenes, it's insane.

[watery-melon-baller]

every time i do my physics homework I put on super Mario 64 dire dire docks theme (extended 30 minutes) in the hopes that eventually i can pavolv myself into immediately switching into physics mode whenever I hear the music. and also because its a bop