#sw blind bags

[clone-trooper-cheese]

Let's go gambling!!

Aw dang it..

No offense, @superiorsniper , but I wish I got some other ones besides you and Rex...

[hyunsvngs]

𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 - modern royalty au!lee felix x female reader

wc: 10.6k words

rating: 18+. MDNI

cw: felix and mc being dumbasses, no use of y/n, sickeningly sweet petnames, ANGST, fluff!!, smut warnings under the cut

synopsis: your childhood best friend, the prince lee felix, is due to be betrothed in an arranged marriage organised by his mother. the problem is, you’re her top choice - and you’re also secretly madly in love with him.

a/n: our first fic on the blog!! if anyone has any questions or any thoughts to share with me please feel free. this fic is my baby and i hope you all enjoy it as much as i enjoyed writing it ♡

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sw: dryhumping, use of petnames in bed, no actual sex!!, soft cutie felix except nsfw!!!!

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You'd loved Lee Felix since the day you met him.

Of course, your brain had always convinced you that he was unattainable. You weren't without status, so to speak - your mother was famously known as the Queen's lady-in-waiting, and it was through her job that you'd had the pleasure of meeting the two princes, Felix and his elder brother Chris. You and Felix had clicked instantly. You had no other siblings yourself, and your father had died in the army when you were a baby, leaving your mother widowed and you without one of your intended parental figures.

Felix had taken that all in his stride, though. The day he met you he stumbled up to you with the grace of Bambi's first movement on ice, all short chubby limbs flailing everywhere and eyes formed in crescent moons with the size of his smile. Chris had taken less interest in you. Although polite, he was three years older than the both of you and already had his own group of friends, but you and Felix hadn't even started formal education yet - and you were inseparable as soon as you met. You were enchanted by him, he had been your first crush, and your first love once you were old enough to understand what that was.

You began your life as a shy, timid little girl, just as clumsy as your best friend. Your knobbly knees were always bruised and scarred, peeking out from the tops of your white knee socks and covered in whatever bandages Felix could find to wrap around you. Felix had brought you out of your shell, introduced you to some of his other 'friends' - at the start, they were just kids with similar status to him, but they really did form a tight knit group eventually. Now, you were known to always be by the side of Felix and his group, getting up to whatever secret debauchery you could manage that wouldn't risk any of your positions in society. Your mother, thankfully, had turned a blind eye to most of it, and the Queen was always too occupied to notice.

When you were younger, you and Felix loved to go out gallivanting. You'd stumble to the nearest beach, bags of towels and books in your canvas bags and giggle as you threw them on the sand. You had some form of an unofficial book club, just the two of you. You saw him practically all day everyday, but you'd both discussed and had decided to designate a Saturday afternoon to discuss whatever books you'd found in the extensive palace library and you both avoided any and all kinds of book talk on any other day in the week. The beach had become your place to gush over whatever literature had caught your attention, with the calming waves of the sea crashing behind you and the tweeting of whatever birds had made an appearance that day.

Now, though, you were both of age. You were both twenty one, and that meant that marriage was around the corner for Felix. He'd been so busy lately, you'd barely had the chance to see him. You took upon completing mundane tasks of your own, helping your mother with anything the Queen asked for (much to her polite gratitude, but she definitely knew why you were sulking around), and sometimes you even helped the cooks make food for the whole palace. Felix had teased you relentlessly once he'd seen you in your white frilly apron and you'd had to chase him out of the kitchen with a wooden spoon.

It was weird not having your best friend around so much. Chris was already married, being the heir to the throne, despite the fact there were rumours he would abdicate to Felix. Felix hadn't told you anything about that, and you were sure he would have. Even Chris leaving had left a hole in your heart - no more seeing his muscly eye-candy group of friends around. Well, they still showed up uninvited sometimes. You were pretty sure Changbin and Jisung were never actually invited, not even by Chris, but they lingered around him like they were his little brothers, too.

"Hey, you've been making that daisy chain for like, twenty years," A familiar giggle chimed from above you, and you looked up. Ah yes, your Prince. You'd gotten so lost in memories that you'd been wasting a Saturday afternoon with him. Fuck, you're such an idiot. Felix was looking down at you in your position in his lap, your head nestled on top of his crossed legs in the dress slacks he was supposed to wear everyday. He was wearing a white silk shirt on top of it, billowing in the summer breeze, but the top two buttons were still undone due to the heat of the sun. The summer always made your Prince's freckles shine more on his tan skin, the fawn dots even extending to the exposed skin on his chest. Needless to say, you waited impatiently for the hot season to come around every year. His teeth were gleaming in his smile, radiating sunshine and the gleam bouncing off of the bleach blonde mullet he'd managed to convince his mother to let him have.

You had to deflect. He couldn't know you were upset at not seeing him, although you were nearly certain he must have worked it out already. You shrugged dismissively, looking back at the daisy chain in your hands. Your thumbnails were stained with green from the plant stems, but you were still determined to finish it. You were making it for him, as a crown, because you knew he'd keep it until the flowers wilted, and then he'd get the flowers pressed and he'd put them in his scrapbook. He was such a good friend. His scrapbook was full of mementos of the two of you, even sometimes extending to the whole group - you and Felix, your friends, and Chris and his friends. It was mostly full of just the two of you, though.

"Sorry, Lixie. I guess I'm not all there today. Sorry," You mumbled. "What were you saying?"

"I was saying about Rochester and how he's a possessive asshole- no, you know what, that's not important. What's on your mind, sugarplum?" The cheesy nickname worked exactly how he intended it to, making you giggle and your cheeks burn with embarrassment. You nudged his tummy softly with your elbow, the silk brushing against your skin and making goosebumps rise on your arms. Felix dog-eared the page of the book that he was reading from and shut it softly, placing it beside you both. It was one habit of Felix's that you absolutely hated - like, how could he sleep with a clear conscience knowing that he had creased the delicate pages of so many classics? You'd given him so many bookmarks over the years, even personalised ones that you'd crafted in your spare time with both of your names on, but he always lost them or claimed he'd forgotten them in your book club outings. He leaned back on his palms, smiling down at you fondly. You shifted, turning slightly to see him better. You felt the soft cotton of the navy and white plaid picnic blanket brush against the bottom of your bare legs. You weren't really allowed to wear short skirts, or low cut tops, but on a summer's day like this you were permitted to wear a knee length skirt, so long as it was a thick fabric. Nothing too revealing was allowed.

You hummed in response to him, finding him still staring at you. "You want me to be honest, Pixie?"

Felix giggled at his own cheesy nickname, then nodded eagerly, strands of hair falling over his face before he pushed them back. His forehead had a thin sheen of sweat adorning it. "I always want you to be honest with me."

You ignored the butterflies causing a storm in your stomach over the statement. He was so understanding, so sweet - he always had been, like when he would bandage up your scraped knees or comfort you when something went wrong in your favourite TV show. He was even understanding during one of your many nights of debauchery, when you'd all been playing Seven Minutes in Heaven like the horny teenagers you were and you'd been picked to go in with Felix. You'd been bright red, stuttering and giggling nervously about how you'd never had your first kiss and Felix understood, rubbing your arm softly with his dainty hand and insisting you didn't have to do anything that you weren't ready for. You were so embarrassed, but he made you feel so at ease, and you'd both sat in the storage closet and gossiped about Chris instead.

That was the moment you'd fallen in love with him, you think. You were fifteen.

"I'm worried," You admitted, finally letting the flower chain drop from your fingertips and onto your tummy. Felix instantly shot up. His smile had fallen, and he was now looking at you with a concerned look, brushing hair back from your face and tucking it behind your ear. The butterflies started fluttering even faster, if it was possible. You looked up into his brown eyes, and you looked at his freckles, thinking about the many times you'd tried to count every single one. This was your best friend. This was the love of your life. Your Prince, as you affectionately called him in your head. You could be honest with him. If you couldn't, who could you be truthful with? "I'm worried because I know you're getting married soon. We barely see each other as it is anymore, and I miss you, to be honest. It will be soon, won't it?"

Felix hummed. He nodded thoughtfully, eyes drifting to the daisy chain on your tummy. You saw a small smile at the end of his lips as his fingers brushed over it. He knew it was for him. He'd made you many over the years, too, and you'd kept them in your own scrapbook, despite it being much emptier than his. "It will be soon. My mother is picking the right candidate at the moment. But..."

You furrowed your eyebrows. He hadn't looked back at you, still gazing at the daisy chain and beginning to rub reassuring circles on your side. "... But?"

The smile finally formed on his lips. "You do realise you're her top option, right?"

You shot up from his lap, eyes widening. Felix bit his lip, holding in a laugh. He was laughing at you, that bastard, but it did make sense. You were the Queen's favourite, and she knew how close you and Felix were. She wasn't a nasty or a ruthless Queen. She was a people person, she always donated money to charity and the homeless rating in your country was literally almost zero. She'd done so much for people since she was in power, and she never cared about status - not that it had ever affected you, but she did treat everyone as her equals. She was like Felix in that way, a sweetheart, and she always permitted you and Felix to go on journeys wherever you wanted, so long as you kept safe and there was a guard in the area, just in case. There was one in the meadow with you now, but you couldn't even see them from where you were sitting. She was just... so cool, down to earth. She understood what it was like to be young, within reason.

You were flustered. Your brain had instantly gone to thinking of getting married to Felix, spending nights with him but not in the way you used to, and even... Well, you had to consummate the marriage, didn't you? You were extremely inexperienced in that department, save for a few drunken childish kisses with Chris' friend Changbin when you were just a bit younger, but you still found your mind racing and going through your deepest, darkest fantasies. Fantasies that you would never entertain outside of shoving a hand down your underwear in your bed at night and whining into the satin pillows. You had to hide that you were thinking about that, what the fuck is wrong with you? Time to deflect.

"Well, she does love me," You said boldly. Felix shook his head, punching you in the arm, perhaps a bit harder than he meant to because you let out a hiss and punched him back too hard, in the leg. His smile dropped, groaning and grabbing the spot on his shin where you'd hit him. "But, would you be okay with that, Lixie? It's... me. We'd be like... you know."

"Married? Well, yeah," Felix laughed, still holding his leg. You sighed, giving him a flat look. You needed to keep yourself occupied, so you picked up the daisy chain on the blanket and started to fiddle with it again, threading it through with nimble fingers. Felix finally let go of his leg, throwing himself onto his side so he was lying down on the blanket and facing you. He'd started to fiddle with the cover of the book. Another thing you were getting prepared to tell him off about. "I know what you mean. Honestly, though? I can't think of anyone better to do it with," You felt yourself suppressing a smile at his words, said lowly in that deep voice of his. Everytime he said something like that, your brain instantly went to shit, he liked me back, and you couldn't have that showing on your face when you knew deep down that wasn't the truth. He was unattainable- no, wait, now he wasn't that unattainable, now that you've actually stopped being angsty and depressing and actually thought about it. "I mean, you are my best friend, sugarplum."

You let out a fake laugh at his use of that stupid nickname again, and it seemed to placate him. Best friend. Yeah. Because one thing you hadn't thought about during your insane train of thought, one thing you had always considered and had been the main factor in not confessing to him, was that you couldn't risk ruining the friendship you had built up with him for sixteen years.

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Unattainable. He was unattainable. You felt yourself mulling over that thought over and over as you paced in your bedchambers, in your silly Disney pyjamas that now barely fit you and you would never let anyone see. You had no one you could even talk to about this. It was clearly royal intel, secret information, and the only person you could have possibly talked to now never comes around anymore because Chris decided to get fucking married and now spends most of his time boning his wife for an heir. Or just because he likes boning her, you weren't sure, but Felix told you that he'd heard enough through the walls to know that boning was definitely occuring every night. Anyway, Changbin wasn't around much anymore, and he was your top confidant - bar Felix.

You liked living in the palace, but would you like living there as a Princess? Well, fuck yeah, obviously. It was like something out of The Princess Diaries, one of your favourite films which you and Felix had watched over and over. He hated it. You had a good, solid reputation. You were a high member of society due to your mother's job, and you and your mother were even placed on the royal side of the palace for your living quarters. You had a massive bedroom, an extravagant en suite with a relaxing bathtub and a sitting room with a huge TV that you and your mother always curled up in front of. How could it even get any better? You had seen Felix's room, when you were younger, but it kind of became unspokenly forbidden when you got to your teenage years, lest something gets out of hand. You understood it, actually. You'd been going through enough hormones to know that you had definitely come dangerously close to propositioning him a few times.

You had propositioned Changbin, obviously. You two had your first kisses together, and also a few drunken kisses, but you'd ended up as just friends. He was probably the only one who knew about your feelings for Felix, and he admitted you weren't his type anyway. You were sure he was in love with Felix's friend, Hyunjin, but you never commented on the way he looked at Hyunjin like he'd hung the stars in the sky. You couldn't really say anything either, knowing full well that you looked at Felix the same.

You needed to speak to Changbin. The unbearable amount of anxiety at not knowing was mounting in you. But it hit you, then, in the middle of your pacing and chewing on your thumbnail. You looked at the copy of Jane Eyre that Felix had given you, placed on your bed. Your mother knew. She had to have known you were a choice, surely, and she hadn't even told you?

You shook your head, resuming pacing. You couldn't blame her. Felix wasn't even meant to tell you. It made sense, though - you'd received pretty much the same education as a royal, and you and Felix were inseparable. You knew you had the etiquette, the social skills (thanks to Felix). You were pretty much a Princess without being a Princess. It had to be you, right?

Did you want it to be you?

You threw yourself onto your bed, wrapping the soft pillow around your head and screaming incoherently into the fabric. It didn't help. Who were the other choices? You thought of other girls who lingered around the palace, ones that had definitely had crushes on your Prince growing up and had given him fleeting glances with blushed cheeks and an agape mouth. None of their names even came to mind. Maybe a Princess from another country, for a marriage of creating alliances? You could see the Queen considering that. She was always very logical, but you also knew she had her son's best interests in mind. Chris had married a Princess from a different Kingdom, actually, but his marriage wasn't even arranged. He'd been in love with her since they were teenagers, and they could only meet once or twice a year in arranged legal meetings. You remember them having perhaps not so quiet dates together. Everyone knew, and when they announced their engagement everyone was happy but not surprised. Felix had taken too long to find a wife, and even the thoughtful Queen couldn't let that slide. People were asking questions, personal questions about his demeanour and whether he was off putting, and she couldn't deflect the questions for much longer.

You hadn't even noticed you'd drifted off, and you woke up to your face still smushed in the pillow. You immediately inhaled sharply upon waking up, taking in the light outside. You'd drooled all over your pillow, leaving a huge wet patch and your hair was knotted every which way, making you look like you'd been dragged backwards down the hedge. Damn. Thinking too hard has taken its toll on you, really.

A knock on the door made you spring up from your bed, smoothing down your hair with one hand, before another three knocks came in succession and you paused your movements. It was yours and your mother's secret knock - one knock, then three quick ones after. She'd seen you in worse states. Much worse states, even hungover states that you'd cried over while she held a bucket to your head and had promised to keep it a secret. You padded over to the door, opening it slightly just to make sure it was in fact, her. It was, obviously. Not even Felix knew your secret knock.

She came in and sat on the big armchair in front of the fire. Neither of you had said anything. You stood awkwardly, wringing your hands. She finally looked at you, a kind look on her face.

"I have two things to say," She smiled. You loosened up a bit, realising that it was just your mother. She'd always been stuck by you. It had been only the two of you, after all. It was all you knew. You nodded, rushing over to sit cross legged in front of her like a child. "First of all, the Queen would like to meet with you in an hour. Second of all, you're seriously still wearing those Dumbo pyjamas? The legs aren't even long enough anymore, I can see your knees, they're meant to be trousers not shorts-"

You blinked owlishly. Her rant went in through one ear and out the other, before she realised you weren't listening. She sighed. You blinked again, pulling the ends of your pyjama trousers absentmindedly to try and make them longer. "The Queen... wants to meet with me?"

Your mother nodded. She wasn't giving anything away by her face, but she definitely knew. She knew. She knew what you were going to be told. God, why couldn't she just ignore her job duties for once and be a fucking mother? You chided yourself mentally, she was a great mother. But you were frustrated. You needed to know now, not in an hour!

"Just... just me, and her?" You questioned, cocking your head to the side. Your mother shook her head, fingernails picking at a loose thread on her skirt. She was avoiding eye contact. What the fuck is going on?

Oh God, it's not you, is it? Fuck.

"Felix will be there," Your mother stated. She jumped up sharply. "I'll help you pick an outfit, dear. Come." She beckoned you to the armoire in the corner and you followed dutifully.

Your mother began to flick through pieces of fabric hanging off of hangers, and you tried to ignore the anxiety now mounting again in the pit of your stomach.

You so badly wanted it to be you. Just for once, you wanted to be selfish.

An hour later, on the dot, you stood outside the main hall. It was where everyone - royalty and staff alike - ate food together. That was, again, one of the kind Queen's rules. It was also where her throne was, where she had meetings with people. You'd never been on the receiving end of such a formal meeting, but one of the Queen's maids had come and collected you from your room five minutes before the allocated time. You'd managed to run a brush through your hair, thank God, and your mother had put you in a baby blue pinafore dress that came down to mid-knee on top of a white long sleeved turtleneck. The turtleneck was far too warm for the weather, but you knew the Queen would appreciate the conservative outfit. You stared down at the Mary Jane's on your feet.

You shut your eyes, trying to control your breathing, before realising you really couldn't afford to be late. Maybe you'd fucked up and done something wrong. You raised your hand, knocking softly on the door, but it swung open with the small force of your knock. The Queen sat on her throne, flipping through the pages of a book. Your Prince stood behind her, leaning over the throne, pointing at certain pages and giggling. She was smiling fondly at the pages, rubbing her fingertips over certain ones and mumbling statements to her son. She'd began to age slightly, with wrinkles adorning her eyes and mouth, but she didn't look any less beautiful. She had long, dark hair and freckles, just like Felix, but her smile was as kind as Chris'.

Oh? They seemed happy, at least.

You cleared your throat. The Queen, her Majesty, looked up at you and smiled acknowledgingly, shutting the book on her lap. She beckoned for you to come in and you did a small curtsy before shuffling into the lavish room. You could smell the kitchen from here, and you knew the cooks were whipping up something fierce by the enticing smell of it. You hadn't had time to have breakfast, because you'd slept in, and lunch was still around two hours away. You hoped your stomach wouldn't grumble too loud as you eventually approached the throne.

Felix smiled at you. He was wearing a similar pair of dress slacks to yesterday, but this time his silk shirt was a baby blue, the Kingdom's colours. A silver chain rested on his neck and you took note of the earrings dangling from his ears - another impulse decision you'd both done when you were younger. You know Felix had gotten in trouble for it at first, but the Queen seemed to be buying him a lot of expensive earrings lately. She knew what it was like to be young, after all. You smiled back awkwardly, rubbing your sweaty hands on your pinafore. It was then you realised you were in the Kingdom's colours too. Very patriotic of your mother.

"You want some tea, sugarplum?" Felix's voice drew you out of your thoughts, and you winced at the nickname. In front of his mother? In front of the Queen? Seriously? Your eyes seemed to convey a similar message to him, a flat glare, but he simply giggled. You saw him pouring from a teapot into a dainty teacup, and reverted your eyes to the Queen. She was still looking down at the book in her lap, and you looked down at it in confusion.

It was the scrapbook Felix made for the two of you. It was full of pictures from when you were younger to now, full of cinema tickets from secret outings and full of pressed flowers. Some of your favourite book quotes had even made it into there, scrawled in both of your handwritings. Even your school graduation pictures were in there. You'd been sent to a private school for the upper society, obviously, but you still had a normal graduation - albeit small, and full of snobby people.

"Thank you for meeting me, your Majesty," You were babbling in awkwardness. Oh, God. It was like word vomit, you couldn't stop it. "I'm really glad to meet with you today. I'm just wondering, have I done something wrong? You never ask to meet me."

The Queen laughed, her eyes forming crescent moons exactly the same as Felix's. Felix appeared at your side then, handing you a small teapot with what looked like peach tea in it. Your favourite, because of course, your Prince remembers that. You awkwardly shifted on one foot to the other, taking small sips of the tea to try and cool your nerves and almost screaming because it was still scalding hot. Felix was trying to hold in a laugh beside you, you could tell without even looking at him. Bastard.

"You haven't done anything wrong, sweetheart," The Queen's voice was soft, and she was now looking at you, taking in your outfit. She nodded approvingly. "You look lovely, very sophisticated. I believe I've made the right choice."

Your cheeks burned red. No. Fucking. Way. "T-The right choice? Do you mean...?"

The Queen beckoned over one of her staff members and they scurried over in a similar manner to the way your mother would have done. They placed a box in her hands, a small black velvet box that looked like it could be opened seamlessly. A... ring box? "I apologise, sweetheart. I've kept you in the dark a little bit with all of this. Would you bring her a chair, dear? A comfortable one."

The staff member scuttled over to grab a small chair with a red pillow on top of it and placed it behind you. You looked to your left side, still in shock, and the staff member simply smiled and motioned to the chair. You muttered a thanks in acknowledgement and sat on the pillow. Damn, the chair was comfortable. Felix was still standing, watching you hold your teacup awkwardly in a sweaty hand. He looked like he was about to die of laughter. God, you hated him so much, but you also really didn't. He just loved to tease you.

Maybe he would in bed, too-

"So, as you probably know, our favourite boy hasn't found someone to court yet," The Queen began speaking once you were sat down. Felix groaned, and his mother simply laughed. "Hush, now, sweetheart."

"Mum, you said you wouldn't be mean-"

Their dynamics always amazed you. She took the piss out of him, to put it quite literally, but in such an eloquent manner it could be easily missed as them having a difficult relationship. They didn't. He was a mummy's boy, through and through. It was one of the things you loved about him. You could tell a lot about a man from the way he treated his mother.

"Felix, hush now," She admonished again, but the smile on her face didn't leave. Felix mumbled something and then went back over to the side to fiddle with the teapots. Good, he should feel awkward. You looked at her outfit, beautiful in an ornate sense, pearl clips pinning her long, dark hair up so you could see the freckles on her face that matched your Prince. "I took it upon myself to find Felix a bride. I hope you don't think I'm cruel for doing so, I do have my baby's best interests in mind."

Felix groaned, putting his face in his hands. "'M not a baby-"

"You always will be to me, sweetheart. But it was time to get you courting, to get you married. I couldn't do that when you're always gallivanting discussing books with this one now, could I?" Your cheeks burned. You started to stutter out an apology, but she held up a hand to stop you. "Nonsense, sweetheart. Your friendship is one I've always admired. You're inseparable, and it is lovely to see you both so happy. You know that I value your mother highly, also."

You nodded, grinning. You felt a bit more at ease at the praise. The tea had also cooled down slightly too, so you started to sip it again, ignoring the way Felix was intently watching you with an evil smile to see if you'd burn your tongue again.

"Then, I thought about it. I thought, well, I do value your mother extremely highly, and you've been very helpful as of late. Obviously, that is because this one isn't taking up all of your time again," She nodded her head towards Felix. It was such an informal motion that you laughed in shock, and she giggled, a chiming similar to Felix's laugh that shouldn't have come from a middle aged woman who was literally the top of society. You still weren't completely getting at what she was saying, but you were enjoying the conversation. It was just praise, praise, praise. Amazing. "So, I want to offer you something. I want you to know you can decline, and you and your mother will remain here in your current roles. It would make me very happy, however, if you agreed to marry Felix."

You blinked. Okay, yeah, you kind of knew that's what she was getting at, but still - coming out of her mouth you thought you were going to have a heart attack. Your eyes flitted to Felix, who was simply nodding at you in encouragement, eyes widened. He... what, had he convinced her with that scrapbook? He wanted to marry you? Ugh, he probably just wanted to marry you so he didn't have to marry someone he didn't know. He doesn't even know you like him like that. But... a little part of you wanted to be selfish. You scratch his back by not letting him marry someone he's not close with, and he scratches yours by at least pretending to be in love with you. Could you deal with that, though? The pretending?

You nodded in acknowledgement at what the Queen said, looking at your tea again. The tea leaves were floating around in the liquid, mocking you, as if saying you were so fucking dumb. Of course you were going to say yes. "Um... may I ask, your Majesty, what would happen if I said no?"

You refused to look at Felix. The Queen hummed, looking down at the box in her lap. Oh, that was a ring box, definitely. Funny, in a weird way. "Well, this way, if you got married, you'd be able to spend a lot of time together. You'd see each other a lot. You'd be happy. If you decline... I'd have to find someone else for him to-"

"I'll do it," You grimaced at cutting the Queen off, but you couldn't even bear to think of him with someone else. Instead of chiding you, she beamed from ear to ear, and Felix rushed over to you.

He leaned down, wrapping his arms around you and leaning in for a hug. He felt so soft, all silk and soft skin, but you knew what was underneath that shirt. You'd seen it, and now you were definitely going to see everything else. He smelled of lavender and orange blossom, that expensive perfume he's always spraying on himself, but you could smell notes of the flowers in the meadow that were still left on his skin from yesterday.

Okay, yeah, you could get used to this.

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You didn't get a proper engagement, but that was alright. You'd been given the ring pretty much straight away after your meeting, and when you'd got back to your room after lunch your mother was still there, but now she was gushing, almost bouncing off the walls.

The ring was beautiful. Even using that adjective felt like an understatement. It was clearly an heirloom, passed through generations. The gem in the middle was blue tourmaline, and whilst it matched the Kingdom's colour it was extremely rare - or so you thought, you weren't sure - and it was surrounded by a cluster of diamonds and placed on a thin gold band. You'd always dreamed of getting engaged, even letting yourself think about getting engaged to Felix sometimes, when you were feeling particularly selfish. You always thought it would happen on the meadow, or on your guys' beach that you'd had less time to go to these days because it was further out. You didn't think you wanted it to be pretty lavish, just you two, so you weren't that angry about just being given the ring and told to prepare for an outing with Felix later on. He was your safe place, and you did want to talk privately about the engagement, so you weren't too angry.

You thought about it a lot, looking down at the gem glinting in the light. Your mother had left, and you were now just sitting at your vanity staring at your own hand. The public knew who you were. They knew you were Prince Felix's best friend, and more than a few people had deemed you two as soulmates, people from a similar status who were bound to fall in love and get married. Now, it just felt very one sided. You knew you were in love with Felix, and you'd agreed to the marriage with little thought, but now you felt a bit anxious. How were you going to pretend not to love him when you had to sleep next to him every night? Or when you had to go on dates with him? The engagement would be formally announced tomorrow, with the outing tonight being specifically for you to wear the ring in the public's eye and for you two to dial up the romance and get people speculating. The engagement party was planned to take place tomorrow night after the announcement, with everyone important there.

It was a beautiful ring. You just weren't sure you could pretend any more. You were sick of pretending to just view him as a friend.

When the night rolled by, you'd dressed in something a bit cosier - not too warm, because the nights weren't getting cold much anymore. You'd switched your pinafore and long sleeve for a thin knitted jumper and some long linen trousers, throwing a long but light jacket on top. You had to look sophisticated, respectful even. You deemed you looked alright after tucking the jumper into the trousers and adorning a belt, and when you swung the door open to your room, Felix was stood there.

He'd also put on a thin jumper in lieu of his thin billowing silk shirts, but he still looked just as good in the blue cable knit staring you in the eyes. He'd even put on a long coat just like yours. It was like you were matching, but you hadn't intended to. You looked up at him, meeting his eyes, and you swore you'd never seen him look happier, not even when you'd moan in delight eating his homemade brownies or when you'd go sick after eating too many of said brownies because they were too good. His hair was neatly styled, pulled back in a stylish half up-half down ponytail, with a few strands dangling in his face.

"Hey, sugarplum," He spoke, voice low. You groaned, pushing him out of the doorway and leaving the room, shutting the door behind you. He laughed in delight at your annoyance and linked arms with you. It was then you noticed he had a flower in his hand - just one stem, but the meaning was enough to almost make you cry.

"Oh my God, Felix, is that-"

"Baby's breath," He unlinked his arm with you, passing the stem to you. When you two were younger, you'd been entranced by the baby's breath growing in your meadow and you'd both been determined it was the work of fairies. It was too beautiful to be normal, and you and Felix had collected them endlessly until there was basically none left. You called them fairy flowers, and that's sort of where Felix's nickname had come from - your mother had called him Pixie affectionately when he'd revealed that he really thought these flowers were part of a fairy's little garden. He pretended to hate it, but you know he secretly loved it when you called him that. Chris had told you.

"You remembered. We used to call them fairy flowers," You brushed your hand over the flower, grinning at the softness. Felix chuckled, whispering a 'yeah'. He quickly pinched the flower from you again, tucking it behind your ear. You quite literally swooned, smiling up at his own beaming face. It got a bit awkward for you then though, because you couldn't even pretend not to be in love with him now, before you're even married. You found yourself in a state of word vomit again. "Jeez, dial down the PDA, Romeo. We're not even outside yet."

You walked off, leaving Felix trailing after you laughing at your words. "'Jeez'? What are you, a frat boy? You need to stop reading fanfictions, you know," He slung his arm around your waist, leading you out of the palace grounds. You rolled your eyes, ignoring him, but you leaned in closer to his touch. Tonight was meant to just be a late night walk, full of holding hands and perhaps acting like normal people getting some street food from a dodgy merchant that would give you a bad tummy for a few days. Once you'd left the ornate gates, with one of the guards waving you both goodbye, you started to walk down the street and into the busier part of town. The palace wasn't too far from the hustle and bustle of the city, because again, the Queen apparently loved to be normal. People came to the palace all the time and took pictures and whatnot, but they were never allowed into the actual building. That was too far, and a danger to security.

You both began to walk, feeling the much cooler breeze blow through your hair and rattle the petals upon your ear. It was a bit ticklish, but he'd put it there, so it was staying there. His arm stayed around your waist, but it was comforting. You'd done stuff like this a million times. You were both extremely affectionate and loved touch anyway, so it wasn't strange. Of course, it felt different. You were engaged to him now. You could like... kiss, and stuff. You felt like a high school girl kicking her legs and twirling her hair over her crush, but you decided you were going to allow it because you were still young, and still yet to have a lot of your firsts with someone.

Once you got to a street where there were a few people milling around, Felix motioned to a wooden bench on the side of the path. Overgrown moss and bushes wrapped around it, but it still looked quite cute. "Wanna sit down here for a bit? I think we should probably have a chat, you know. About everything," When you looked at him, he looked embarrassed for once, strange given his usual brazen nature. You found yourself wanting to comfort him, so you nodded, sitting down on the bench and smoothing your trousers down. He sat next to you, turning to face you on the bench and fiddling with the cuffs of his coat.

"Felix, are you okay about marrying me?" You blurted out. "I mean, I know you probably don't want to marry anyone else, but you won't even get the chance to try to get to know everyone. You're stuck with me."

Felix furrowed his eyebrows. His head snapped up to you. "Um, what the fuck? You're my best friend. I am absolutely okay with getting married to you."

Your chest heaved. You felt reassured, but still not completely relieved. "But... Lixie. We'll have to kiss. And we'll be sharing a bed. You know we have to consummate the marriage, right?"

There was that smirk on his face again. You regretted ever saying anything. "You've been thinking about having sex with me?"

You groaned, putting your head in your hands. You heard Felix chuckling next to you, his shoulders shaking the whole rickety bench. You finally looked up at him, punching him in the leg again. His laughter ceased as he yelped. Good, bastard. "You know what I mean, Lix. We are literally going to have to, or the marriage won't be like, real. Or something, I don't know."

"You do know, you know everything. You're smarter than me," Felix chided you. He sighed, leaning to put his head on your shoulder. "What are you actually worried about? Tell me."

"It's just..." You couldn't say it. But maybe you could, and phrase it differently. A conditional question, to answer the real question inside of you. "What if we fell in love?"

Felix hummed, shutting his eyes softly. "Then everyone would have been right about us."

"Y-You... you wouldn't mind it? What about our friendship?"

He rubbed his cheek against you comfortingly. "It would only be made better, sugarplum," He pulled back, grinning at you. Oh no. That smile meant a Dumb Felix comment was incoming. "Plus, I know you think I'm smoking hot, so-"

"Felix!" You whined. He stuck his tongue out at you cheekily, making you roll your eyes. You turned away from him, staring ahead at a large tree on the other side of the path.

"I mean, we are compatible. Would it be so bad?" He sounded insecure now. You looked at him. His eyes were gleaming from the moonlight, and he did look really nervous. Perhaps... he wants to know if you'd hate him if either of you caught feelings. He wants to know if you think it would ruin your friendship. Honestly? After that conversation, you didn't. You shook your head, smiling softly at him. He stuck his tongue out again, trying to lighten the mood, and you did it back. You both had a fit of giggles afterwards, hitting each other while laughing like you always do.

Then, you saw it. A distinctive flash of a camera behind Felix, towards the end of the path. Oh, yeah, you're meant to be like, loving it up right now. You grabbed Felix's arm, pulling him in.

"Wh- wha-"

You brought his ear to your mouth, looking down at it and whispering. "There's a reporter taking pictures behind you. Don't look, but we should probably be more affectionate."

Felix pulled away, nodding solemnly. You could practically see the cogs turning in his head as he spoke, then a lightbulb going off. "Kiss me."

"H- Huh?!"

"Or, I'll kiss you, I don't mind. But that would really prove a point, wouldn't it? So caught up in each other that we forget royal etiquette?" He'd leaned back more comfortably on the bench, slinging an arm behind you. His fingertips were dancing up your shoulder as you were turned to face him, faces only inches apart. You licked your lips. He licked his own. The flash appeared again. Oh, the reporter liked that.

"Felix... I don't know-"

"I know it's not your first kiss, sugarplum. Can't back out of kissing me now," You internally groaned at the mention of him knowing what you and Changbin had done. Fuck Changbin, stupid blabbermouth. Felix was smirking, looking at you.

"Fuck it. As long as it won't be awkward?"

"We're gonna have to kiss a lot more, may as well kiss now," He shrugged. You shrugged. He was right. Eventually, you nodded. His fingertips carried on tracing shapes on your shoulder - you managed to make out a flower, a heart, maybe even a cat's head. Or a dog's head, you weren't sure. His other hand went up to your chin, fingertips coming to lift your head up to be closer to him once again. His eyes went to yours, a silent question in those deep brown eyes, and you nodded in response.

With that, you were being kissed by your first love. Your one sided love, to be precise, but you actually couldn't find it in you to care. You didn't even realise the camera flashing repeatedly as you pressed your lips against his, a chaste but open mouthed kiss. His lips were extremely soft, and you fluttered your eyes shut and leaned in to get more. He obliged, hand now going to the back of your head to bring you in further. You whimpered at the dominance the grab showed, and he let out a sharp breath of air through his freckled nose in response. You wanted more, so much more. Your lips pressed against each other over and over, a little messy but you liked it like that. Just as you tried to get your tongue against his, he gently pulled away, with one more small peck to your nose.

You were embarrassed when you realised you'd tried to follow him for more kisses. You quickly avoided eye contact, and Felix elbowed you.

"Look at me!" He whined for attention. Ah yeah, same old Felix. You'd forgotten what he was like in that ten second kiss. He still had issues with wanting to be the centre of attention. You looked at him awkwardly, fists clenched in your sweaty palms. You almost felt bad the beautiful ring had to live there. Once you'd looked at him, his sad face fell and he smirked. "Good, huh?"

"W-Was I... good? I've only ever kissed Changbin," You admitted, grimacing. Felix sat up sharply, putting a hand on your knee. You almost flinched away to try and sedate your own sexual desires, but he would get suspicious.

"Uhhh, yes! It was good, I really enjoyed that. Thank you for doing that for me," Felix comforted. When you nodded in response, he grabbed your chin again and placed another peck on your lips. "I... honestly? I kind of wouldn't mind kissing you again."

The boy's boldness shocked you everyday, and you'd known him for sixteen years. "For... for practice, right? When we're married, we're gonna have to do it loads, so-"

"Yeah, yeah, one hundred percent. For practice," Felix agreed. He was nodding eagerly. He suddenly shifted, looking down at the watch on his wrist. "Aw, shit. We should probably head back. Wanna watch a film in your room when we get back?"

You grinned. Back to the same old. This was better, though now you knew you'd be thinking about being on your back with him on top of you making out while you were watching a film. Quickly, you realised something. "That will look so sus though, now that we're engaged."

"We'll keep it a secret," He wiggled, elbowing you. You found yourself laughing, jumping up to walk back to the palace. You held your outstretched hand to him.

"Your majesty?"

"Ah, yes, my fine maiden," Felix giggled, sliding off the bench to grab your hand. You both started to walk to the edge of the path, skipping along as if you had no cares in the world. You heard rustling, probably the sounds of the reporter leaving.

You hoped you'd done okay. You hoped you'd made it believable. Well, you probably had, given your actual feelings - but had Felix?

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You'd woken up the next day with a piece of popcorn stuck to your forehead and another person snoring next to you. You blinked yourself awake drearily, leaning up on your palms and looking around your room. Your TV had turned onto standby, and you looked to your right. Felix was in your room. Felix was in your bed. You'd- oh, no. You'd totally just fallen asleep watching a movie, nevermind. Totally fine.

No, actually. Totally not fine!

You shrieked, grabbing Felix's slender waist and wiggling him awake. He'd borrowed a pair of your more comfortable clothes and the t-shirt had been just a bit too small, riding up with every move and now exposing nearly his whole tummy. You tried to ignore it, continuing to shake him awake. The piece of popcorn stuck to your forehead fell onto the bed with an unceremonious noise and you groaned. Eventually, after what felt like hours of shaking your best friend, he opened his eyes and gave you a wide smile, pulling you in for a cuddle. You ignored how lovely it felt and tried to get him to regain consciousness and morality.

"Felix."

"Hmm?"

"You are in my bed."

"I know, dummy- Oh." Felix shot up, nearly sending you flying off the bed. His hand landed on the piece of popcorn, crumbling it into your pristine white sheets. You tried not to cry. His eyes widened, staring at you. "What's the- have you checked your phone? What's the time?"

You shook your head, reaching over to grab your phone. You seldom went on your phone, preferring to read and spend time with Felix, but you had it in case of emergencies and also sometimes for TikTok, but you'd never admit that. You blinked. 11am.

You'd missed breakfast, but you also had zero missed calls or texts on your phone. No one had woken you? Weird. You flipped the screen to show Felix, and he leaned in closer. You were brandishing your wallpaper of the two of you on the beach last summer, but you didn't care. He grabbed your phone, entered your passcode and clicked on the phone app.

"No one even tried to wake us?" He asked. You shook your head. He laid back down, seeming weirdly reassured. You didn't question it, slinking up next to him and putting your head on his shoulder. He moved his arm accordingly, pulling you into his chest and still clicking random buttons on your phone. Eventually, he landed on the search tab, and typed in 'news'. Oh, shit. Was it announced?

Yep. In blaring headlines, multiple news media sources were now releasing reports with every single detail of the story, including pictures of the two of you last night. The titles were all similar, going along the lines of "the sweet Prince and beloved best friend confirmed to be engaged!" or "sophisticated best friend and the lovely Prince taking a romantic late night stroll!". You scoffed, clicking on one and scrolling down. The pictures were cute, to be honest. Some even showed the two of you laughing and hitting each other last night, or you two walking home hand in hand and skipping as if you were kids. One picture, however, is what stuck with you. It was the two of you mid-kiss, Felix's hand on the back of your head and his other holding your shoulder, keeping you in place. It was fucking hot.

"Damn, we look good, you know?" Felix mused, zooming in on the picture. You hummed. You did, you couldn't deny that. "My mum was so real for thinking of us getting married. Like, we totally look good together. Imagine our kids."

Imagine what we'll do to make kids, you thought, but you bit your tongue. You giggled, slapping Felix's chest playfully, then a thought came into your stupid lizard brain. "Hey, Lix?"

"Yeah?" He was still scrolling through an article, laughing at some of the sentences. Everyone loved the two of you, but a few were jealous that you'd managed to snag him. Good.

"Did you mean what you said last night? About practice?" Felix's thumb stopped on the screen. His eyes darted to you, his hair still mussed from sleep. He just stared at you, and you lost your nerve. "Sorry. Weird thing to say. I was just wondering-"

"No, not weird. I meant it. You wanna make out? For practice?" Felix locked your phone, chucking it to the end of the bed. You didn't have time to scold him for throwing your things around like that before his hand was carding in your hair, fingertips scratching at your scalp. God, you loved it when he did that. Your eyes shut in bliss. You totally forgot what he asked. "Hey, earth to sugarplum."

"Hmm? Oh, yeah. Sure. For practice."

Okay, so you were totally being super selfish. But, you were going to be having sex with him soon. You could do a little making out to prepare, right? You were just a woman, after all. Nothing wrong with that. His fingers gripped your hair with a different intensity then, pulling at the strands slightly, and you choked back a whine. You opened your eyes, looking up at him.

He hummed, looking at you. He tilted his head to the side, thinking. "Maybe... yeah," He grabbed your arm, pulling you over him. He positioned you exactly how he wanted you, on top of him, straddling his hips. His dainty hands went to your waist, rubbing circles. "Yeah, like this. For practice."

"For practice," You agreed solemnly. You were beginning to think that maybe it wasn't for practice. Maybe he just wanted to. He scooted up, leaning up against the pillows so he was sat up and you were sat on top of him. You tried to ignore the fact that you could feel what was going on between his legs through your thin sleep shorts. You couldn't get too wound up during this, just in case it was just for practice. Knotting your hands into the fabric of his - your - white t-shirt, you leaned down, brushing your nose with his. You were being selfish, but bold, but mostly selfish.

Felix's eyes flitted down to your lips, leaning up to place a soft kiss there. You smiled softly, and he returned yours with a smile that could only be described as filled with fondness. You bit your lip, noticing the way his eyes honed in on your teeth and perhaps his grip tightened on your hips just a bit, but he'd always deny it.

"Lixie." You muttered. You were too shy. He knew exactly what you meant, and raised one hand up to grab at the back of your head. He brought your lips to his, attaching his mouth to yours in a way that was completely different from yesterday. Yesterday was for show, but this seemed personal, hungry almost. You decided you were going to take what you could get. You pressed your lips to his harder, making him choke out a noise of surprise. It was messy, again, open mouthed kisses that were nothing akin to precise or experienced, but you could get to know each other, get to know what you liked. Right at that moment, all you knew was that you liked him, and you would be so pissed off if he didn't let you get your tongue in his mouth like he did last night.

Your hands went up to his face, cradling his cheeks in your palms and slipping your tongue into his mouth. Your tongues brushed against each other, and you whined, hips kicking up just slightly before you managed to stop yourself. He grabbed your hips, flipping you over so he was on top of you, not breaking the kiss. His lips kept brushing against yours as his tongue entered your mouth, groaning at the feeling. You couldn't stop breathing heavily through your nose, your hands roaming up his back and landing on his hair, pulling him down to kiss you harder. Your lips felt bruised, swollen, but you never wanted to stop kissing him.

With that thought, he bit your lip, pulling away and letting it release against your teeth. You squirmed, licking your lips excessively to try and stop them feeling so swollen. Felix looked debauched, his hair even more tangled and his lips just as red and swollen as yours. His eyes were dark, staring down at you.

"Baby. Bestie. I'm sorry, but I'm- I'm sorry..." He whispered, his head going to the crook of your neck to place soothing kisses there. He was breathing heavily, shifting ever so slightly on top of you. You felt it then, what he was apologising for. His length was rock hard, the shaft pressing into your core and giving you just the slightest bit of stimulation. "'M so fucking hard, sugarplum, I'm sorry."

"I-It's okay, Lixie. I think I'm... I'm wet, too," You whispered, and he threw his head back, groaning. "Practice makes perfect, y'know. We can keep making out." Felix nodded eagerly, and he grabbed your thighs, linking them around his hips. He ducked to place a few more kisses on your neck, biting a little at the area where your throat met your jaw. You let out a moan, neck bearing to the opposite side to give him full access and he clearly approved, biting harder.

"Baby, c-can I just," He ground his hips into yours, groaning and stuttering his words out. He immediately stopped, looking down at you. "Can I? I can make us both feel good, no sex. We can just grind a little on eachother. I won't put it in, I promise-"

With that, a knock on the door interrupted you both. You were fully prepared to start swinging at whoever was on the other end. Felix looked like he was about to die, cheeks flushed and hair tangled every which way. You both stared at each other in disbelief. Okay, so you had kind of really lost yourself there, and now somebody is at the door while the nation's favourite Prince is currently on top of you grinding into you with full intent to cum. You'd only just announced your engagement. You could've got pregnant before you even got married. Jesus, what is wrong with you? You sighed, moving to sit up, and Felix moved off of you. He ran a hand through his knotted hair.

"I should... fuck, Felix, what do we do?" You knew you both looked the image of lust, lips kiss bitten and swollen and hair everywhere. You could even feel the wet patch in your sleep shorts. Shit, okay.

Felix looked to be holding back a laugh. You felt terrified, but you almost laughed too, in pure disbelief. You both covered your mouths before you shot off the bed, slipping your shorts off your legs and replacing them with a pair of longer trousers from your drawer. You honestly couldn't care less if he'd seen you in your underwear, you'd bathed together when you were younger. You motioned to the en suite dramatically and Felix ran in there instantly, still giggling quietly, locking the door behind him. You shook your head fondly as another knock was firmly punched against the door. Jesus, couldn't even give you a second?

"Coming!" You called, walking over to the door and trying your best to fake yawn loudly so they thought you'd just woken up. When you opened the door, Chris stood there, a happy smile on his face.

"Okay, I'm so coming in! Why didn't you tell me you and Felix are serious now?" He pushed you back into the room, throwing himself onto your bed dramatically. It was quite funny, seeing him lying on the bed you'd just accosted his brother on. He was resting against the messy sheets in a perfect suit and tie. You shook your head, letting out a laugh.

"Okay, we're not. It's an arranged thing, Chris. We're still only best friends," You chose your words wisely, fiddling with the drawstring on your trousers. Chris hummed, giving you a strange look. Changbin. Fucking Changbin, he'd definitely said something. God. "And, why didn't you ask your own brother this? I'm simply an accessory."

"Because my own brother is currently locked inside your bathroom pretending he's not there?" Chris replied instantly. Your eyes widened.

"No, he's not. Why would you even think-"

"Okay, well. I know he is, so," Chris shrugged. You sighed.

"Felix, you can come out," You said. The lock slowly clicked open and Felix emerged, looking sheepish. Thank God the shock of Chris arriving had made his boner go down, so now he didn't look too lustful. He'd also clearly ran your brush through his hair before coming out. You couldn't say the same for yourself.

Felix threw himself down on the bed next to you and Chris, groaning and stretching his limbs. "Did anyone ask where we were?"

Chris chuckled. He fiddled with the wedding band on his left hand. "Yep. I made up an excuse, said you'd gone out for a walk again and were getting food out. I had a feeling you'd both be spending the night together. Princess Diaries again?"

You shook your head. "Nope. It's too real now."

"Mind you, I don't think there was this much 'practising' going on between Mia and her potential husband in the second one," Chris looked up from his hand. You averted your eyes.

"Dunno what you mean-"

"How much did you hear, what the fuck?!" Felix shrieked. Oh, great, thanks.

"I mean, the walls are thin, dude. I heard a lot on my way down the corridor. But, I'm glad you two are having fun with it, at least. Arranged marriages can be shit sometimes," Chris stretched similarly to Felix, before reaching down and clapping Felix on his back harshly. Felix groaned, throwing himself around the bed in protest. "Anyway, I should be off now. Congratulations again, guys. You should probably get ready for the party tonight though."

Chris began to walk out of the room, and Felix stood up.

"I should... go. With him. You know?" You nodded in response to his statement. He waited until Chris had rounded the corner, and leaned down, pressing a swift peck to your lips. You squeaked in surprise, cheeks burning crimson. He giggled, giving you a sweet wave and running off. "See you later, bestie!"

You wondered if you’d ever be permitted to drop the bestie, maybe once you’re married to him, but it couldn’t come soon enough. You wanted to let yourself be selfish just this once.

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[thaylepo]

omg omg, ok, a few things will need to be switched around vis a vis who has what personal relationships and who fills what role in the star wars narrative versus the animorphs narrative, BUT

Ok so the dual sides of the main conflict are easy. You have a powerful ruling body (the Senate) overthrown from within by a new faction (the Empire). The two powerful forces backing each side are directly mirrored as light and dark: the Jedi and the Sith. The same elements are all present in the initial setting of Animorphs: you have the good-guy Andalite forces and the bad-guy Yeerk Empire. It gets more complex later on, but this is how the series presented the setting for its main conflict.

Slide this into the SW universe: a Galactic Senate, backed by the considerable political power of the Andalites, is overthrown from within by a rogue faction backed by the newly emerged Yeerk Empire. The Sith and the Yeerks combine as a dual power -- not all controllers are Sith, but all Sith are controllers. Something something infestation combining a force-capable yeerk and a force capable host equals one super powerful entity. The Andalites are not a perfect stand-in for the Jedi, they fit more into the Ep. IV role of Alderaan and the Rebel forces, but it's not a huge jump to say this race of psychic deertaurs was possibly super over-represented among the ranks of a multi-race force of mystic space warriors. For a nearly wiped out semi-legendary race of incredibly force-sensitive beings who may have begun the Jedi order? We have the Pemalites. Crayak and the Ellimist could also fit into this theme of diametrically opposed forces of good/evil, light/dark, creation/destruction, etc. Perhaps as literal personifications of the Force itself? It's nearly impossible in this mashup to keep everything consistent from one universe versus the other, so we're throwing all the spaghetti at all the walls and seeing what sticks XD

How does the morphing power fit? Well, it easily can remain as: technology developed by the Rebellion (Andalites) to turn the tide of war, but how does turning into animals help in a setting where most of the major conflicts are fought in space, or with weapons and armies of ground troops? How does morphing translate into the SW setting as an allegory for the Force? I do not know. It could be that the Force, in this mixed universe, is more technologically based than spiritual: you need to be given it like the morphing power, but perhaps only "force sensitive" people can actually receive it.

Ep. IV: A New Hope follows the structure of the hero's journey, and roughly so does the first book of Animorphs, so that's a good place to start. As for the characters, that's the easy part..........

Tobias grows up in the boonies on Tatooine with his aunt and uncle. He's never known his father, but after finding an injured Andalite and a dog-shaped robot carrying a message from a beautiful golden haired princess, his friend the strange old blind woman who lives in the desert reveals that Tobias' father had been a Jedi who was murdered by the terrifying Yeerk warlord, Visser Three. Before he died though, Elfangor left a gift for his son that will change the course of his entire life........

Rachel was raised by the ruling family of Alderaan from a baby as a favour to her mother, a former Senator turned legal arbitrator. Her incredible intelligence, fighting prowess, political education, and ferocity in debate has made her a force to be reckoned with in the scene of galactic politics. She takes a leading role in the Rebellion at an astonishingly young age and she shows no sign of faltering. She certainly has no idea that a couple of her biological cousins are involved in the shady galactic underworld smuggling rings, and nor would she care; she needs to smuggle crucial information herself to the Rebel Forces herself, ironically. When her diplomatic ship is intercepted by Visser Three himself, Rachel doesn't miss a beat. There's only one person who can help her now.....

Jake may be a serious guy, unlike his best friend and huge hairy behemoth Marco, but he trying to do his best with what he's got. And what he's got is a fast ship, a quick mind, and an eye for getting out of trouble. He'll never be a leader like his older brother Tom, who governs his own city now, but he's content with his two-man operation and the life of a simple smuggler. This latest job they've taken, though, is a little out of the ordinary: ferry the entourage of an old blind lady and a wide-eyed country bumkin into the heart of Empire space. It wasn't even a very good offer, even with that pretty mechanic they hired, but for some reason he just hadn't been able to say no.......

Marco is not in the crime business for the money: he's in it for Jake. They've been best friends for almost their whole lives, ever since the human child stumbled upon a captive young Wookie and broke him out. He knows he'll outlive his friend by a couple centuries, but after he was captured and his mother killed, Jake has practically been his only family. They make a great team: Marco's wit and devastating good looks, along with Jake's stellar piloting skill. Marco wishes Jake were better at the people side of the business, though. He doesn't take to their new passengers, and while it's funny watching Jake try flirt with the first cute girl he's ever seemed tongue-tied by, Marco suspects the old woman and the sharp-faced, squinting desert boy are going to be way more trouble than they're worth......

Cassie is a natural with droids. Actually, if it runs, swims, crawls, flies, drives, hovers, or burrows underground, she has an uncanny knack for it. Creature or machine, she'll tend to whatever you bring her and give it back to you better than it's ever been. She's known Tobias for years but rarely sees him more than once every few months, so it's a surprise when he and the reclusive desert hermit known as Old Lo show up out of the blue with an injured Andalite and a dog-shaped robot she's never before seen the like of. Even more troubling, once the corrupted message is extracted from the robot ER-1K, Tobias and Lo intend to leave Tattooine and Cassie has a terrible bone-deep feeling they won't be coming back. It's the sight of the ship they hire that's the final straw: someone is going to have to come along and keep that smuggler's death trap in the sky.......

Aximili has lived his whole life in the shadow of a brother whom people rarely speak more than whispers about anymore. Elfangor had been one of the most powerful Jedi ever to exist, a hero of the Clone Wars, a larger-than-life figure impossible to live up to. But now the Jedi are eradicated, the Empire is in control of the galaxy, and Elfangor's name spoken only in hushed, reverent tones. Though Aximili had hardly known his brother, still young when he'd been killed, he doggedly tried to live up to his memory. His hard work and dedication had earned him a highly honoured place: the right hand assistant to the formidable Princess of Alderaan herself. But now, Princess Rachel is in the clutches of Visser Three himself, the Rebellion was losing ground, and Aximili can only think on his own monumental failures while he's crammed aboard a rusted spacecraft with a blind former Jedi, a backwater doctor-mechanic, two highly dubious criminal lowlifes, and Elfangor's own long lost son. This rescue mission already feels doomed, but it's the only hope they've got......

Long ago, in a galaxy far far away, six kids are the only thing standing in the way of an empire.......

Au idea: animorphs but star wars

I know other folks will have better ideas than I do. Any Animorphs and Star Wars fans out there willing to weigh in with thoughts?

[samieree]

Peace, Wound, Scar. Again. || SW: The Acolyte

Qimir (The Stranger) x OC

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Chapter VI ''Shades of grey''

After her outburst at him, she felt better - although her emotions were still boiling inside her, at least now she was able to control them. She's already made up her mind about what she'll do, she won't try to defeat him in a fight anymore, she'll wait, Jedi are definitely looking for her already.

"Hungry?" Lys had no better choice than to follow him once he picked up his bag from the ground and passed her.

She didn't answer, just lowered her head a little in thought and followed him. She didn't know how long she had been unconscious, but as soon as he asked, she felt an emptiness in her stomach. There's probably some food in that pot she saw on the stove shortly after she woke up. It must have been some kind of soup, she didn't expect anything else.

Although if it was about Qimir - is that even his real name? - then she couldn't be sure of anything. He always had something to surprise. Now he was acting casually, even nice and caring, which was most likely just manipulation. She couldn't let herself be blinded by this, they weren't friends, he was her enemy, he killed her friends, and he kidnapped her and keep her here, even though he said she could go wherever she wanted.

Where? To the top of this island? Jump into the ocean and hope to swim to some land nearby? And that she won't have a panic attack while swimming...

"Why did you bring me here? You still haven't answered me." she finally asked, keeping a safe distance while walking after him, even if she assumed that she wouldn't be in any danger from him in the near future.

Unless he wants to poison me... No, that would be stupid, he would have killed me a long time ago if he wanted to, he wouldn't play with poisons. Besides, he has to eat something himself, right?

"Why do you think?" he answered with a question, throwing her a look over his shoulder. It was as if he was watching whether she was following or falling behind.

"As a bargaining chip?"

She was following him, so she didn't see that smirk when he looked back ahead. There's no way she really thought that. He wanted to kill everyone who saw his face, that must have been just the first thought that came to her mind. She couldn't take it seriously, she probably wanted to get the truth out of him somehow.

"You seem important." he said according to what he believed. She was silent, but there was something in the silence that said that in her head she was questioning his words, trying to find confirmation of them, why he thought so. He decided to explain it. "'Go back to the ship', holding behind... This is how you treat people you want to protect." he shrugged.

Elyssa didn't even know he noticed these little things. She agreed with being sent back to the ship with Jecki, but on Khofar she decided to stand behind the other Jedi, which does not change the fact that later, when the fight had already started, Yord told her to stay behind him, that he pushed her on this tree, entering the fight himself...

Yord...

No. Don't think about it. It won't help anything, he's dead, they're dead, nothing will change that. You'll only distract yourself by dwelling on them, and you'll grieve over them when you're safe.

She didn't want to pay much attention to his words, but she began to think about it involuntarily. True, she had felt protected all her life, but she put it down to the fact that her former Master was simply responsible for her, she had to protect her until she trained her well enough she was able to defend herself. She was often irritated by spending so much time in the Temple, but she didn't associate it with someone wanting to protect her...

But it's hard for her not to think that it was her desire to become independent that began to divide her and Vernestra. She kept trying to explain it to herself, but the irritation she felt when she was younger never left her.

They were quite close to their destination when Qimir stopped, and so did she. She followed his gaze to the ship, which she now unfortunately had no way to get to due to the rising tide.

"If I were you, I'd start swimming now if you want to reach the ship before sunset." he raised his hand slightly and pointed loosely at the ship. When he lowered it, he looked at Lys, tilted his head a little and added: "Or you can wait for the tide to go out."

She involuntarily shuddered at the thought of swimming there, even though the distance didn't seem that long. The only problem could be the waves - apart from her fear, of course. She swallowed hard, trying not to show how terrified she was by the thought of entering the ocean, even if on the horizon there was a way to escape from here,  from him.

She told herself that even if she wasn't a prisoner, she had to keep an eye on Qimir so that when Jedi find her, they will find him too. But truth be told, it was the fear of water that overcame the fear of him. If not, she would probably have already tried to get on that damned ship, even though she had no idea what part of the galaxy she was in, was it still the Outer Rim?

No matter how hard she tried to hide it, Qimir didn't miss how she reacted when he suggested that she could swim to his ship and fly away. It was a short moment, but it was enough to see her fear.

He frowned. She wasn't afraid to attack him in the forest on Khofar, even after seeing him murdering other Jedi, she wasn't afraid to do it today - although he could put it down to the emotions that were clearly tugging at her - but the thought of going into the water terrified her?

It just added more to the picture he had already formed in his head about her and how they were dealing with her. He already had some thoughts after the fight with her, but now there were even more of them.

"Are you afraid of water?" he asked, even though he already guessed the answer. She didn't say anything, just looked at him with the anger he was already used to. "Why are you afraid?" silence again, although now her look was different. She thought about this, the source of her fear.

Water floods my lungs. Darkness, coldness. The water blurs my vision. I can't get out. As if it had some invisible tentacles that wrapped around my legs. Like the shore keeps moving away to be perfectly out of my reach. My clothes are soaked through, they weigh me down. My hair stuck to my face. I'm about to die. I'm choking. I will drown.

"Nobody did anything about it?" when asking this question, he tried to make the tone of his voice even more delicate, sensing that this was a very difficult topic for her.

In her mind, apart from the nightmare scenes, there were now all the moments she spent with Yord overcoming her fear. Who knows, maybe she wouldn't be so scared now if he was still alive? If everything she witnessed hadn't happened, hadn't it exhausted her emotionally?

She needed time, and she didn't have much of it right now.

She remained silent. She wasn't going to tell Qimir anything about her fear. He'll definitely take advantage of it, he's constantly trying to manipulate her, she can't let him do that...

But he didn't seem to be lying when he said that he had lost everything... Since she woke up, he didn't do anything against her, in fact, he took care of her while she was unconscious...

But it was because of him that all this happened, if he wasn't a monster, he wouldn't have to-

But now he doesn't look or act like a monster. He looks... Really worried.

No.

Yes.

But-

One, huge confusion in her head. She didn't know what to think anymore. It will be best to neither shorten nor increase the distance between them, so that everything remains as it is now. Although that doesn't mean things are looking good right now.

And she can't help but wonder what his real motivations are in all this. She doubted he would answer her if she asked.

"Maybe I shouldn't be surprised... They didn't put much effort into your training either." he finally said to break the silence, which was slowly becoming awkward. No matter how he asks, she won't say a word about anxiety, at least not yet. He started walking again, the steps leading to the cave were now quite close.

"Excuse me?" she blurted out before she could even think and followed him.

To say she was outraged is to say nothing. Long hours of trainings, day after day, for as long as she can remember, first as a youngling, then as a Padawan, and finally as a Jedi Knight, persuading the Temple Guard to train with her... And he tells her she's poorly trained? It was as if all those hours were wasted, which she couldn't agree with.

"It's obvious." he shrugged, slowly walking up the stairs, turning around at the top and looking at Lys before he began to explain. "You allow yourself to be dominated in combat, yet your style places the greatest emphasis on physical strength. This is nonsense, especially since you simply lack this strength."

"Who are you to lecture me?" she furrowed her eyebrows in frustration. He questioned her entire training, her former Master's competence... Everything.

But as the initial burst of anger began to dissipate, she saw the truth in his words. She really wished it wasn't there. If he lied to her at every turn, then it would be easier to prevent him from painting himself as a friend in her head.

"Why didn't anyone tell you that you would be so much better if you focused on your agility?"

She thought back to the days when she was still a Padawan, when she was just learning, not just perfecting. She never questioned what she was taught. Why wouldn't she believe? After all, why should they - especially her Master - not care about her being the best version of herself? This all didn't make sense unless...

Unless she didn't know something.

After all... It wouldn't make sense. Just like him deceiving her at this moment, after all, she was fighting him. She learned his style with each encounter and he learned hers. Although she still had the same feeling that there, on Khofar, he didn't want to hurt her.

It's true, not one of the attacks Qimir launched at her was intended to kill. It was more about... Testing her. To his surprise, although he struck lightly during their first fight, Lys did not decide to counterattack, she did not take advantage of the opportunity to take over the rhythm of the fight and change it to a more favorable one for her. She was adapting and it was hard to tell if it was out of fear or habit.

The second encounter was different - apart from the fact that he could deduce that her double sword contained two crystals, Lys was no longer surprised by the change in the strength of his blows between attacks. However, she wasn't careful enough, because he tripped her legs quite easily and this was the second moment in which he could have killed her if he wanted to.

He didn't think much about the third time because she was completely carried away by emotions. Just like when she threw herself at him today.

Actually, it might have helped her. She was no longer just angry, she was willing to talk, she even seemed to consider his words, think if he was right.

He was glad that in her eyes he was no longer just a monster. Even though she hated that she couldn't see him that way, it was still a step forward.

"You talk as if you were a Jedi yourself." she muttered, no longer referring to his advice because she didn't want to admit he was right.

And even more so to say that he caused her further doubts.

"I was, but a long time ago." he admitted without looking away from her, which was another thing that irritated her. Every moment she held his gaze until he looked away was a small victory, the only one she could count on, but at the same time it left behind a feeling she couldn't describe or identify. And this in turn made her feel uncomfortable.

"Yeah?" she tilted her head, looking him over from head to toe. There was one moment, brief as a flash of light, when the image of him being naked flashed through her mind, but she quickly pushed it away. "I've never even heard of you."

"Because it was a really long time ago." he moved aside, wanting to let her in first, but she didn't take advantage. He waited a moment longer before nodding slightly and biting his lower lip, as if accepting defeat.

How old is he actually? He can't be that much older than me, but then I should at least have heard about him. Especially since he has that scar on his back that looks like it could have been made by Vernestra. I would know if she faced someone like that...

Besides, she would definitely win, she wouldn't let such a... Man stay alive.

She followed him in, but stayed close to the entrance. She watched as he took the bag off his shoulder and placed it on the bed where she had been lying unconscious.

"If that were the case, you would know that every Master wants his Padawan to eventually surpass him." she crossed her arms.

Qimir crouched next to the pot of soup, which she noticed shortly after she woke up. He grabbed a spoon and started stirring with it.

"That's what they say. First, during your first years of training, they teach you how to connect with the Force. Then they teach you how to fight, help you choose a technique, with the illusion that you are the one making the decision." he said.

Due to the doubts that were growing in her and going back to her childhood memories, she could agree with the second statement. But in terms of the Force? There is a reason why the best connection with it is during meditation, when you remain calm. Likewise, there must be some reason to practice it over the years, regularly, so that the connection to it does not fade away. Osha was proof of this - she hadn't had contact with the Force for six years and admitted that she couldn't use it anymore.

"But there is only one way to connect with the Force." she finally replied, taking a step closer.

"Their way so they can stay in control. And if you don't do it the way they want, the connection fades." he turned his head and their eyes met again. Just as he tasted the soup, licking the tip of his finger. "But there is another way." he said it as if he wanted Lys to ask him about it.

Even without it, she was going to ask, curiosity easily won over caution.

"What way?" her voice was quieter, calmer. Her lips remained slightly parted as she wondered what he meant.

"Below the surface of consciousness are powerful emotions." he looked away from her for a moment, seasoning the soup a little more. "Anger. Fear. Loss. Desire." maybe it was just her imagination, but she could swear that he said the last word in a slightly different tone, more suggestive, more... intimate.

And the worst thing was that she couldn't figure out how she felt about it. Whether she liked it or not.

In the same way, she first analyzed in her head the way he was looking at her, before she devoted even one thought to his words.

Am I still a pray, but now in a different sense? Or has it always been the same?

"T-that's the path to the dark side." right after she stuttered, she wanted to bite her tongue, but that would be even worse. She already felt terrible after the way she reacted to his statement, the tone of his voice, his eyes, the small gestures of his hands.

She shouldn't talk to him at all, but stay somewhere to the side, just to keep an eye on him and wait for rescue.

If they're looking for her at all... Although Qimir himself said they consider her important. He also said many other things that made her think and she didn't know if she knew anyone she could fully trust.

But Vernestra... never meant anything bad for her, that's for sure. She taught her well, she knows how to take care of herself thanks to her, after all...

But... Too many 'buts' have been popping up in my head lately.

"Semantics." he shrugged, keeping his eyes on her the whole time, even as he tasted something - probably some vegetables - from the bowl he picked up from the table next to the stove.

This time she couldn't stand it and had to look away, shift it to something else, but no longer look into his eyes or at his small gestures.

With the corner of her eye, she saw him getting up and she didn't like it at all. Involuntarily, she wrapped her arms around herself tighter - even though that the wound somewhere on her right arm, above the elbow, started to hurt when she did it - as if she wanted to distance herself from him this way.

She had to do something to stop him from getting deeper into her than he already did.

"You murdered my friends." she finally said, this time scolding herself for the tremble in her voice.

"I killed Jedi." he admitted. He wasn't going to argue with her, lie, try to make excuses. Especially for something he didn't regret. "I killed those who threaten my existence."

"You killed Yord."

The boy who loved me.

"A man you were going to reject anyway."

It hurt. Especially since he was right.

Their entire relationship was going nowhere because she couldn't return his feelings. They probably wouldn't be able to be friends anymore, but did that mean he should die? What was he guilty of? He always supported her.

Because he wouldn't be able to hide anything from me, right...?

"You killed Jecki, a child!" she made another accusation to stop thinking about Yord. She wanted to raise the image of the monster around him again, to move away from all the other feelings he evoked in her, but it was difficult when he remained completely calm and slowly approached her.

"Did you think you would be able to build a relationship with her like the one you had with a friend who left the Order and you alone? Were you under the illusion that this one would last forever?"

She fell silent, feeling a lump form in her throat, and she had troubles to swallow it. Once again that day, she began to feel tears welling up in her eyes and she just focused on keeping them from falling. Otherwise she will be completely exposed.

"Why do you love people who can only go so far?" she saw him lightly run his thumbs over the edge of the soup bowl - as if nervously? - before he held it out towards her. "Who can't go as deep as you can?"

And who can? He?

"I didn't lo-" she stopped suddenly, realizing what she had almost said. They were her friends, she felt great sympathy for them, but was it love or just a deep friendship? Does she even know what love is?

Yord was willing to give his life for me. Would I be able to do the same? For him or Jecki? Would we jump into the fire for each other, or was there still some thin thread of distrust between us?

I would follow Osha anywhere. Even though I didn't leave the Order when she did, I never felt such a void after anyone else.

"I'm not like Mae." she finally said when she managed to pull back her tears. "You can't manipulate me."

She really wanted to knock the bowl out of his hand, preferably so as to scald him with its contents, but she restrained herself. She had already started a fight with him once and it did her no good.

She turned on her heel and walked outside, stopping at the railing.

Or maybe I've already been manipulated?

She desperately needed a moment of rest, peace, and not thinking about anything. Unfortunately, she was unable to escape. Coming out here, she once again faced the ocean, which pressed against her as if it could swallow her at any moment, even though she was far from the shore. It hadn't been that long, but she obviously woke up quite late, because it was starting to get dark - plus the clouds looked like it was going to start raining soon.

She was tired. After being unconscious for who knows how long and being up for a relatively short time, she already felt like she needed sleep. Even though the fear that the nightmare would return to her was re-emerging in her mind. Right now, at the worst possible moment.

"Can I see the wounds on your arms?" she turned around suddenly when she heard Qimir's voice. He was leaning against the wall and... asking something like that? I don't want anything from you. "Bandages may need to be changed."

At first she wasn't going to answer him at all, but when she heard the muffled thunder of the storm, she immediately changed her mind and wanted to get back inside as quickly as possible.

"You don't have to act as if you care about anything but yourself." she said, passing him as she entered the cave.

She sat against one of the walls, refraining from pulling her legs up to her chest like an offended child would do. She no longer had the strength to move anywhere else when he sat next to her. At least he kept some distance between them - for now.

"But I do care."

She kept her hands on the ground to stop them from shaking. If she could calm down, she would say that she would check her wounds herself, even though she wouldn't be able to find a private place to do it, and she wouldn't ask him to go sit somewhere with his back to her, that would be ridiculous.

"They're just scratches." she muttered. After all, what could she possibly do to herself while running through that forest? Maybe some plants had thorns, after all, her old clothes were cut on the shoulders in some places, but let's not exaggerate... Those three wounds with bandages on them certainly weren't that terrible.

"Let me see. I was already tending them anyway." she felt his hand - no, just fingers, gently taking her wrist and his thumb stroking just above it. After a short while, she removed her hand in a sudden movement and embraced herself. She looked at him sideways, and at that moment he tilted his head slightly, waiting for what he would do next.

Finally, she sighed in frustration and - for the peace she so longed for - she grabbed the edges of her blouse and pulled it off, leaving her in an undershirt with thick straps. Maybe he will be quickly done and she will be able to rest, even if she doubted she'd be able to fall asleep.

She didn't look at it, but kept her hands loose so as not to obstruct anything. His touch was as surprisingly gentle as before when she felt him untie the bandage on her right arm. She winced a little because it was a spot she had squeezed earlier and perhaps made it a little worse. She took just one look at the wound. In fact, she must have hit a thorn and didn't even feel it because of the adrenaline, but the cut in the skin was very short, but deep. Or maybe it happened when Yord pushed her into a tree? It's possible that something got stuck in her shoulder and she didn't notice, because much worse things were happening.

She leaned her head against the wall and looked to the left so as not to even accidentally glance at Qimir. She closed her eyes and concentrated on finding a way to disgust herself with the way he touched her.

She failed. Nothing could make her hate the warm and careful hands that were tenderly tending the first of three bandaged wounds.

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Quick info: I'm going on vacations at the end of the week, so I don't know will I be able to write new chapters. I'll try to post something before I leave, but I make no promises.

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Summary: Naela is finally back in Los Angeles. She hoped to get a peaceful evening with her long-term boyfriend and family, but the chaos of stardom is already in full effect the moment she steps off the plane.

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CHAPTER SEVEN — MEET THE PARENTS

The airplane ride home was, thankfully, mostly silent. Due in part to Naela’s headphones that were glued to her ears, but also the lack of Pedro’s company. Apparently there weren’t enough seats grouped together for the entire cast to sit next to eachother, so they spread everyone out. The pair was sat on opposite sides of the business class portion of the plane, forcing them into awkward eye contact every time they got up to use the bathroom.

Once the flight was over, Naela was so eager to get off that she didn’t bother waiting for Pedro. She felt badly about it, but it was probably best she didn’t walk out with Pedro, knowing her boyfriend would be waiting for her. It took a moment to spot him, but once she saw his tall frame holding flowers and a “welcome home” sign, her face lit up with excitement. Naela didn’t realize that as she was rushing to Josh, a man with a blocky camera bypassed the entrance to her right and was b-lining toward her. The man jumped in front of her, completely catching her off guard with the loud clicking coming from his camera and his invasive questions.

“Naela Rivera! How does it feet to be back in LA after shooting for Narcos?” She craned her neck around the bulky figure in front of her to see Josh’s confused and frustrated expression. Another paparazzi joined him, once again blinding her with the flashes of their cameras.

“Is it true that you and Pedro Pascal are dating?” Then it clicked. She couldn’t retreat to her boyfriend like she so desperately wanted to do. In fact, either one of their managers could’ve orchestrated this on purpose. Soon, more gathered around, until she was almost entirely surrounded. She had no idea what to do. If she were mean or pushed out of the way, she would certainly be scrutinized in the media. She stood helpessly, covering her eyes from the blinding flashes, until she felt a familiar pair of hands pull her away and rush her toward the entrance. One wrapped around her shoulders and the other held her hand as they weaves through what was becoming a crowd. All of their questions and demands had become a dull, jumbled mess that neither of them could understand. A few moments of this and they finally reached the automatic doors, but the mass of people only continued outside.

“You okay?” Pedro asked gently as he continued to hold her tight to his side. She nodded, trying her best to catch her breath.

“Okay, good…here’s our ride.” With his arm wrapped around her shoulders protectively, he ushered her inside of the black SUV once he saw his manager’s face in the window. He quickly shut the door behind them, sealing them in their only form of protection. The crowd formed around the side of the vehicle, yelling muffled comments to the blacked-out windows. Before they could warm the car, the driver sped off, the wheels squealing as they drove away.

“That was Mike, wasn’t it?” Naela huffed, putting her bag in her lap and strapping herself in.

Pedro’s manager turned to her, “You really need to fire him. It’s good publicity, but he’s definitely not on your side.”

“Did you get our luggage already?” Pedro interjected, getting comfortable next to Naela. He let his knees drift apart casually as his hand rested on his thigh.

“Yeah, in the trunk,” the man replied before facing the front again. “Where to, Naela?”

“Oh, um— I was supposed to go with Josh to my mom’s house for dinner.” She answered, feeling the tension from last night set back in at the mention of her boyfriend.

“Great, we’ll take you there. Do you need to stop by your place first?”

“No, that’s okay. Thank you.” She responded politely. An awkward silence fell on them for the first time since they’d met. She relaxed into her seat, crossing one leg over the other and mindlessly swiping on her phone for some comfort. The downtown traffic made a 30 minute drive last close to an hour, but eventually they were pulling into a quaint suburb. Naela craned her neck to direct the driver to the house at the very end of the culdesac, painted a pale shade of yellow. Before Naela could gather her things, her mother was already bounding out of the front door, her arms outstretched as she advanced.

“Oh, gosh,” Naela chuckled, beaming at her mother. Pedro smiled adoringly at them before preparing to exit as well.

“I’ll help with your bags.” Before she could respond, he was already rounding the side of the car. She sighed and pulled herself out as well, just as her mother approached. She quickly pulled her daughter into a tight hug, swaying her side to side. Naela giggled, trying her best to hug her mother back with her arms trapped beneath hers.

“Oh, mija, I missed you so much!” Naela’s brother, sebastian, could be seen closing the front door behind him, which their mother had left open.

“I missed you too, mama,” she replied sweetly before her mother finally released her. At this point, Pedro had both of her suitcases in either hand and her duffel slung over his shoulder.

“Oh, this must be Pedrito!” Her mother gasped and hugged Pedro as well.

“Naela has told me so much about you,” she added pointedly as they separated, making him chuckle.

“Good things I hope. It’s nice to meet you, Mrs. Rivera.” He glanced over at Naela quickly, his lips lifting into an understanding smirk.

“Oh, please, it’s Esperanza to you,” her mother responded bashfully.

“Please don’t flirt with my coworker, Mom.” Naela interejected, half-joking. Her mother scoffed, slapping her shoulder playfully. Naela rolled her eyes and reached out for her duffle as she noticed Sebastian joining them.

“Thank you, but my brother can help me—“

“Oh, Pedro, you should stay for dinner!” Her mother chimed in excitedly. “I made plenty of food.”

“He probably wants to go home and rest, mom. We’ve been away for close to six months,” Naela shot back, retracting her hand.

“I don’t mind,” Pedro added innocently. “I’m sure it’s better than the takeout I was going to order.”

“See, Mija, he wants to stay,” her mother pushed. Naela sighed, looking to her brother who just smiled.

“Okay, sure, as long as you don’t mind,” Naela finally agreed to avoid being impolite. Ugh. This should be interesting once Josh shows up.

“Of course not.” Pedro winked sneakily at her, making her have to play off the red in her cheeks.

“Amazing. Sebastian, help Pedro with her things,” the woman instructed her son, who oblidged without question.

“Sorry,” Naela mouthed to Pedro as her mother retreated to her house. He just smiled back at her as her brother outstretched his hand to introduce himself to him.

“Sebastian. Nice to meet you.” Pedro shook his hand firmly, then handed him one of Naela’s suitcases.

“I figured. Naela has told me many stories,” he mused, making her brother laugh.

“I bet, there’s tons of ‘em. Did she tell you about the time she sang ‘Waterfalls’ for her fifth grade talent show?” Her brother asked teasingly. Pedro raised his eyebrows with surprise as he turned to Naela, who only covered her face with her hands.

“You know what, I think she left that out,” he joked.

“Of course she did. We have it on tape—“

“No, no, no, that’s enough chatting, we’re going inside,” Naela interrupted, getting between them to direct them inside. Why did her family have to be so embarrassing?

“Don’t you wanna look back on what made you switch your career fromm singer to actress?” Sebastian continued as he began dragging her luggage up the stone steps, Pedro following close behind after telling his manager to take his bags to his place.

“No one wants to watch a ten year old rap badly, Sebastian,” she retorted with an annoyed tone as they stepped through the doorway.

“It’s better because it’s you!” He called to her as she bypassed the living room to join her mother in the kitchen, raising her middle finger to him. Pedro followed Sebastian’s lead and left her belongings by the door, a smile lingering on his lips. A few moments of small talk passed before Sebastian invited him to sit on the sectional that faced the TV as he rummaged through a storage cube of VHS tapes.

“You and Naela seem close,” Sebastian pointed out as he picked the correct tape from the basket.

“Yeah, the entire cast got pretty close being stuck together for that long,” Pedro reasoned, shifting uncomfortably in his seat on the couch.

“Well I’m glad,” her brother began, gently inserting the tape into the VHS player hooked up to the television. “Naela needs someone other than her boyfriend to hang out with,” he continued, this time under his breath. After a few seconds of focused button-pushing, he got the tape running, and the image of little Naela standing on a stage in front of a gym full of kids. Her outfit of choice? A matching pink track suit to tie the 90s vibe together. An undeniable, genuine grin spread across Pedro’s face as he watched her single enthusiastically along to the words. It was clear she was meant to be a performer, even at that age.

“Wow,” was all Pedro could say. He didn’t have the heart to poke fun at the video. All he could think about was how fucking adorable she was then. He took a moment to peer into the kitchen, seeing her laughing with her mom as they put the final touches on dinner. He simply couldn’t look away as his thoughts turned to how things would be if the circumstances were different. He should be meeting her family and introduced as her boyfriend, he should be laughing with his future brother in law, he should be teasing, not his friend, but his girlfriend.

At the same time, Pedro knew he couldn’t force it. He knew their feelings were there, and their chemistry was off the charts, but he needed their relationship to start off the right way to give them a good fighting chance. He wanted all of her attention, pure and undiluted. If he was going to get that, though, he would have to wait, and Pedro was just fine with that. He was certain she was worth waiting for. Just as the thought popped into his head, the problem entered the room on que.

"Hey, Sebastian," he said casually as he shut the door behind him. Pedro had to hold himself back from rolling his eyes.

"'Sup," he replied coldly, his face even less inviting than his tone. Deciding to poke the bear, Pedro jumped to his feet and outstretched his hand, a smug smirk on his face.

"Pedro Pascal. You must be John." He almost laughed, seeing the expression on the man's face as he reluctantly took his hand.

"Josh." He corrected him sternly. Sebastian could be seen hiding a smile behind his hand as he leaned back into the couch.

"Oh, that's right." He raised his eyebrows with illegitimate surprise and his tone to match. The look in his eye told Pedro to back off, but he ignored it. He stood his ground, his lips formed in a sly, knowing smile. Luckily, Naela stepped into the room at just the right time to diffuse the tension.

"Oh! Hi, Josh!" She panickily looked between the two men, her eyes wide. Her boyfriend took the opportunity to assert his dominance by planting himself on her side, wrapping his arm around her and pulling her in to kiss the top of her head. His eye contact with Pedro was unwavering, but he didn't bat an eye.

"Hey, baby," he murmured into her hair. She tightened her lips into an awkward smile.

"Um, dinners ready," she announced quietly, sensing the animosity in the air. The three men followed her into the kitchen, where Mrs. Rivera was just starting to set the table. Out of instinct, Pedro instantly began helping her and Naela, whereas Josh retreated to the dinner table.

The rest of the evening was spent enjoying the wonderful tamales Mrs. Rivera had made, chatting, laughing, and telling stories. Josh was mostly quiet, like every other family dinner he was present for, except when he wanted to brag about himself or Naela. It was something Naela had consistently expressed bothered her, but at some point, she gave up trying to change. That night, however, she seemed not to notice. She was far too caught up in watching Pedro bond with her brother over films, and with her mother over Naela. At one point, she almost forgot Josh was there. She didn't feel bad, though. Apparently, he forgot too since he was sat silently on his phone.

Once it was time to clean up, he followed Sebastian into the living room and joined him on the couch, much to his annoyance. He was too polite and loved his sister too much to say so. Pedro and Naela stayed in the kitchen to help her mother clean up, which she was very appreciative of. At some point, Mrs. Rivera left to use the restroom, leaving the two alone for a few brief moments.

They were silent at first, before Pedro spoke up, saying, "I'm sorry if I overstepped at the airport. I didn't mean to--" She stopped drying the plate in her hand to interrupt him.

"No, no... you're fine. I should thank you." They made prolonged eye contact for the first time since the night before, a sweet smile on her face. He mirrored her, adoring the dimples in her cheeks. "So, thank you," she added, chuckling. She put the plate away and took the next one from him.

There was another beat of quiet before she continued, "We can take you home, if you want."

"Oh! Um, are you sure it's okay?" He decided not to add "with Josh" at the end because he truly didn't care, but he wanted to make sure it wouldn't cause problems for her. She turned to look at him as he sat on the edge of the couch, shoes tied and keys in hand.

"Yeah, yeah it's no problem. It my mom's fault you're out so late anyway," she joked. Once Mrs. Rivera returned, they quickly finished cleaning and met Josh near the door to get ready to leave. Once again, Pedro volunteered to carry her things, which Josh didn't seem to mind. Less work for him, right?

The drive to Pedro's house was mostly quiet, unless he was giving them directions. Naela let the music flow to conceal the awkwardness. Once they pulled up to Pedro's complex, which was a modern-looking townhouse community, he jumped out of the back to lean into Naela's window and say goodbye. He folded his arms beneath him, his toned muscles making an appearance beneath the sleaves of his t-shirt.

"I think the next time I'll see you, it'll be the premiere," he said with a bittersweet tone. Josh stared off into the road, his jaw clenching tightly shut.

"I think so. Only four weeks to go!" she said cheerfully, smiling up at him.

"It'll be here before we know it,' he sighed, leaning down to look in at Josh. "You guys have a good night. Nice meeting you, John--I mean Josh." He waved politely at the man who only nodded as an acknowledgement.

"Yep. See you," Josh replied coldly.

"Bye, Pedro," his girlfriend replied sweetly, waving innocently at him as he backed away toward his front door. Josh waited no time pulling out of his drive and beginning the dead silent drive home. Naela didn't bother to break it, she knew what he was going to say, and that it'd be a fight, and she'd rather argue in the safety of her apartment than on the road, which was exactly what they did.

"I just don't like the way he talks to you."

"He's just being nice, babe. I promise." Naela could hardly recognize the words coming out of her mouth. She told herself her moment with Pedro the night before was only a whim. Josh was forever. At least that was the plan for the last three years.

“I just…it’s not that I don’t trust you,” He shouldn’t. “I don’t trust him,” he continued, an exasperated expression on his face as he paced around her living room. He ran his fingers through his soft, ashy blonde hair, a nervous habit he always had.

Naela joined him on her feet, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. “This is temporary. The last time I spoke to them, they said it probably wouldn’t need to last all six months.”

He sighed, letting his ocean blue eyes fall on hers, “Okay.” He cupped her cheek with his warm hand. She leaned into the feeling. “I’m sorry. You know it’s ‘cause I love you.”

Naela had to conceal her recoil as he said it. She hated how he used his love for her as an excuse, or a reason to be overly possessive. While this technically wasn’t the case, it had been on multiple occasions with truly innocent relationships with other men.

He leaned in and connected their lips for a quick peck before sauntering off to the bedroom. Naela stood in her living room, arms crossed and eyes glossed over as her mind raced. More than anything, Naela craved stability. She needed someone to love her, and she needed a guarantee. Josh was good enough to her and he was definitely sticking around. With Pedro, he could have anyone he wanted. What happens when his PR team says he should date someone else for the next show?

The way she saw it, Pedro was bound to one day wake up and realize he could have so much better.

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[munchboxart]

Yay I got time to yap about Transformers figures

First things first, I'm a very selective and picky collector, aside from TFP Soundwave. I'm pretty sure I've collected most, if not all, available merch of him (including that stupid 30th anniversary blind bag one. If you need a figure from there that's in the v2, I will probably have it).

Anyways, so I'll be bringing up a lot of non-transforming figures since I care more about the looks rather than it's ability to transform. God I hate kibble so much, it's literally the biggest thing that makes or breaks a figure for me from buying it. The only reason why I've slowed down from collecting TF figures (also money because good god) is because so many figures have bad kibble or just prioritize transforming over looks.

ANYWAYS, I wanna talk about the figures I do like and wanna get. First and foremost, the Revoltech line. I initially didn't want to go buy any of the figures here because I don't really collect any of the characters in this line, but I did end up picking up Megatron and Starscream because good god, the packaging is so fucking good.

(Images from Plastic Crack)

Like I am so so so close to picking up Ultra Magnus too because he just looks so good + his toothpaste packaging that I love. I don't even want to collect Autobots (aside from maybe Jetfire) but look at this design!!!! It's just so yummy

As for figures I am thinking about going for next/like.

I really, really love the Flame Toys designs of their figures, although I do have one of their model kits (Thundercracker) and he is so loose. Like the moment I pick him up, he will fall apart in my hands 😭😭😭I've held back from buying their Soundwave model kit because I'm afraid of that happening again (also, I can't lie, I don't really... Care much about G1 Soundwave. He's cute and all but I'm tired of G1, but I don't really have a choice).

BUT, aside from their model kits, I do wanna pick up a Kuro Kara Kuri figure from them. That series line look so fucking good, especially Drift, Starscream and Megatron. But the one I have my eyes set on is TARNNNNN.

Back when this figure released (and even now), Tarn does not have a lot of figures, so him getting this well designed figure is such a treat to me. He can also glow!! I've unfortunately heard that his knock off of this figure is a little better, but I'll still have to look into that, but still! I've been obsessed with this figure for such a long time and I hope I can pick it up some day (bro is not cheap! And for good reason).

Oh and small side note, I wish more studios did more figures of IDW Megatron. I think it's one of the best designs of Megatron overall, I think it speaks really well to his character. He looks absolutely gorgeous here and happier than his Decepticon alt.

Also, me being a broken record about TFP but I really hope one day they actually do explore that series (they being Flame Toys). I bet their TFP Shockwave would look so so good, but I know their style is more gundam oriented. I'M JUST... I NEED TO LET IT GO 😭😭😭 BUT I NEED A THIRD PARTY TO JUST MAKE ONE MORE FIGURE OF THESE GUYS PLEASEEEE

Anyways I'll talk about one other figure series that I just learned today. Apparently Threezero has a DLX and MDLX series line (MDLX is just a smaller version of DLX but more articulated). I've actually been keeping an eye on them, as they also did a Dorohedoro series of figures and I REALLLYY WANT AN AIKAWA AND/OR KAI FIGURE SO BAD but anyways. Unfortunately, a lot of their Transformers figures are the ones from the Bayverse that I giga don't give a fuck about, but I can't lie, their Shockwave looks so fucking good.

Soundwave's looks a little too chunky for me, but this one looks absolutely perfect (his hand is kind of tiny though, LOL). He looks so well built and sturdy and balanced as hell here. I probably won't pick it up in a long while since he's also kind of expensive (also Tarn looks way more appealing, sorry SW) but still a note I'd like to keep.

I also mentioned earlier, but D-16 is also getting a figure from them! MDLX Specifically, and he looks really fucking good here. I will say, I hate how long the legs are, but thats a TFONE issue.

That's all I have for figures I want to get next, but I wish I had more to talk about or want. As I've mentioned, I'm super picky on the figures I want, like hell, all of these are non-transforming figures, but god I really wish more studios did them. I think a lot more of the Asian studios are taking that route luckily, and I really can't wait to see more. Unfortunately, a lot of them are sticking to the big 2-4 (OP, Megatron and maybe Starscream & Bumblebee, understandably but it's so dry here 😭), but Flame Toys seem to be exploring more characters so I can't wait to see more from them.

Transformers RED also seemed like a promising line when it first came out, ESPECIALLY BECAUSE THEY ALSO DID TFP FIGURES... But it's so disappointing to hear how bad the quality was 😭😭😭 At least Knockout got some justice out of it...

Side tangent of the figures I do own:

I actually don't... Really have figures I really like as much as the ones I've shown above. I do have a Masterpiece of Soundwave (although, I don't know if it's genuine, but I also kind of don't care). Transforming is fun and all, but I am so afraid of chipping the paint of this thing that I don't transform it much. Other than that, most of my other figures are TFP figures of Soundwave (I have 2, I'll explain in a bit), Shockwave, and a figure of the Vehicon Armada (I do want to collect more to be honest, but I don't have enough space).

For the 2 Soundwaves I have, both of them are APC toys (because I am not fucking spending $100 on the official one that retailed for $20-$30 bucks, and the figure isn't even that good!). The variants I have are the Serpent Bell one and the Demonic Whisper. The Serpent Bell one is just one I picked up because the original sold out, only to find out a week or so later that they released Demonic Whisper. I think Demonic Whisper is a lot more show accurate. I just looked it up again and there's apparently a 2.0 that I might fucking get because I'm INSANE. Also side tangent again, I fucking hate the blue they go with for the figures of him. They went with the 3d model colors but for that entire show, he was not fucking blue, he was dark purple and I am so happy APC Toys did him justice.

For Shockwave, I picked up the Beast Hunters variant. It's the best version and most show accurate one I believe. I was tempted to pick up the limited edition lab one but the yellow pissed me off so much. I wish there were better versions of him because this iteration is so fucking good and his figures could do so much better...

The Vehicon one I have was just for fun, but I also kind of want to collect more to have a tiny army because they're so funny. I'm pretty sure it's the official version, but I don't mind buying the APC toys one too. I saw a seller selling their army of them once and it made me so sad... If I had the money, I would get all of them 😔

I really wish I had more figures, but also the figures I do have are filling up so much of one shelf in my collection LOL (my Gundams are also in there. Don't talk to me about Gundam story, IDGAF about Gundams, frankly I hate them aside from the bot designs).

Anyways, long rant OVER

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[the-firebird69]

they burn up the morlock see ittoo. need them to spray and ok shall. tons try stuff but ok. and we see it the watch. and monitor. good

there are other things here. tons of stuff no a few things

-it is hot out and not cool the big ship heat it we hit htem now. tons die now. here.

-need an alarm due to ships tons come now. tons and i hear it they say it 400M to venus and why not sure. are bja and he syas it need it. to lose ships no to threaten and ok. i lose and yes...they besety ou now. and oh we call it off good they hit..and good we say they dont and i hear they hit faster now. and do. and i say no we left. and y ou are they say in body bags. and we say we are not...and it is known that they are havled in moments. fu caa shut up faggot you moron. your hated now you fup faggot. you get fd up now. and your fag freind trump. so what we die now ok and weere doing stuf f thisssuks we call it off ...they hitnow harder

Hera

they strike and hit fast and heard bja. fire now in rapdi succession. the fleet is now 100M and being raided pulled off. all their troops let go outsdie. a shoting star night. now out we hear no we see it. and your a nutcase bja leave him alone yo shit head.

Thor Freya

no i wont

bja

we set dwn to poursue the remainder now and take ships out use cork as cover and on australia poull his card.

Zues

we shall i puot it in they say we are ready to. and shall. now too.

Thor Freya

you want a war we give yoou one and sutff and shut up ad all from them ok i see

bja

your an ass sir saw what we do your out and know it and yeh ok. fn dumb person you are sdumb. loser.

stan

we see it takes seconds we use it. and he smirks but man wha an asshole. he is. dumb. a prick. we take them down, the next fleet arrives he has only about 700M ad we shal knock the out of the sky if need be

daniel

we use this moment you what your dong ok and you want dto lose so lose you ass

mac

yyoyou asshole bja fuck yoiiu we disobey now trump too you fucker your dubmb it happened ten times in a row theytake it all you faggot

brad

so wat we lose

bja

fuck you bja your a dead man and trump he is the same way

Zues Hera

true too he sends them the are insane.

brad

i stay too they aim we hit.

jason

what is theis sh are sick need to leave here and he sys that i agree damnit your an idiot bja gone trump too

lily

i want al my money back bja you suck so badly what tehhell are you doing sacrificng ours we need ships nowyouspa i take you in you are under arrest now

jenna

no you dont i resist you suck now ok suck

bja

your issuig the orders and i enact it you are unfit for duty

jenna

we obey and hit you if you do jenna

brad

hahahah lol go up there iwth the m brad

Zues Hera

no thanks i wont and you hear it insult you

brad

nah. your a mron we take your ships too you fag coinsider yoursefl heavily inisultedunless being a loser is a compliment

Zues Hera

we see it are dumb damnit all. 5 billion vs us and ok cant see them and ok are blind. suck at it. true. and well ok they all were hit sw the lasers thi blows we are dumb.

brad

finish them these twits are so arrogant. finisht ehm all

Thor Freya and macs your next

we hit them all and now.

Nuada Arrianna

we move in and devistate them all. and psuedo empire soome empire does too. and to take them out this is ridiculous. the dont work either just sit. and take out ther shield over others areas too. now too.

Lobo and Proxima Midnight

say soemthing that fits the current battle brad

Zues Hera

oh sure ok. we lose and send it all in and lose no they are at us. nowtoo. and moved to and after we said we cgo to venus so what. and that is the status soon out. and we knew it. and all that lies but ok

brad

your a faggot

Zues Hera and trump too fn loser

i see it we do this and it is dumb. and yousay it late no we do it and wanted to she nedds it no i say she does

brad

your bitch dies tonight ahole. and we didnt do that but she needs it ashole. will bowl her hea at you ewhen she is out. in a ball ok loser fukc you moron

Zues Hera

we see it we need it but ok her head and then me in a robot and cushed. this blows. i want out. i see it im dumb no dead he says. so what good easy and i hat it this suks ahte you and f this im out i hit you and such and we stop you Thor Freya say and i assue you mean and im a retard he says

bread

and your dead brad faggot lsoer. you hit youir own aer an ai nutcase

Zues Hera

youi too bja thanks for chimin in

and we are not ok are. now we do this thing and hit ours. have to they take it all and our stuff as ordreed ok we dolt them to true. n a we hit them then

bja

this is odd ad he says it. they say stuf to him ok we see it ow they are sick and odd. and mean. we use it and take their ships now and dow there. and per thier order lol.

Thor Freya

we dot care have him and no

bja

nah

Zues

why not hi can walk ove nd do stuff

bja

nah

Zues

havent at all need to no. this blows your stupid ruined us bja your a fn loser metoo we fall and do it to our own thsi blwos. probably nobdy on venus.

trump

Olympus

[meandmyechoes]

this is kinda cute though…

[joe9cool]

Collide-Justin Herbert- 20

A/N: This is fiction, I do not know the Chargers or anyone associated with them.

Luck was on her side.

She arrived at the airport, and found a flight to LAX pretty quickly. It was extra money, but she didn't care.

She had shut her phone off once she arrived. While she was in the uber her phone was going off with texts and calls. Mainly from her sisters and her mom.

Not a peep from her dad. 

She should have been shocked. This is how her dad was. Always stuck up for his sister. Wanted to have the perfect family look towards outsiders. 

She and her dad used to be close until she found her love for the theater. Then it was like her dad had nothing in common with her.  It was solidified when he told her he wasn't paying for her school,but when Willa's kid got in trouble he was right there.

She had gotten on the plane thankfully with her mask no one seemed to know who she was. 

The flight went smooth, and once she landed she found herself swarmed by paparazzi who were hanging out, looking for their big break. She didn't have her sunglasses, so she was blinded by the lights. The shouting by all the men surrounding her were starting to freak her out. While she was trying to get her luggage.

"How was your Holiday Sara?"

"Look My way Sara!"

"Welcome back!"

"Sara will you be attending Harry's concert at SoFi Sunday?"

"How do you feel about Harry and Olivia breaking up?"

It was all overwhelming, she felt her breathing get heavy. She was trapped, there was no ending in sight. 

"Guys please back up." She didn't know who said it. Tears were streaming down her face as cameras were getting closer. Her air was being taken up by all of these people

"BACK OFF!"

She was having an attack. She turned to see a camera go off in her face. Spots aligned her vision, next thing she knew she was on the ground."

I SAID GET THE FUCK OFF OF HER!" She was in tears now

Everyone began to back off and she saw an unfamiliar face. "Ms. Wozniak I am officer Ryan with airport security are you okay?" 

She nodded and he helped her get off the ground. "I am very sorry about that, they are not supposed to be here taking photos in the airport. Do you need me to call someone?"

She didn't know who to call, everyone was out of town. She had just planned on taking a taxi back to her place to get her car and then go to Justin's.

"I can call a bodyguard service for you if you'd like." She nodded and then finally spoke. "Thank you so much. I didn't think they would be that overwhelming."

He guided her to get her bags. "If you don't mind me asking why didn't you just take the personal tunnel?"

She didn't know why, sometimes she didn't feel like a celebrity despite being in the business for a few years. "I guess it didn't dawn on me," officer Ryan laughed.

"Well I will have you wait in the office. I can call the police and you can press charges if you like."

She shook her head, not wanting to draw any attention to herself. "No, I just want to get home please.

Of course whether she liked it or not, the videos were all over tmz and other news sites.

SARA WOZNIAK FREAKS OUT FOLLOWING ALTERCATION WITH PAPARAZZI AT LAX

the  article, along with the full video were up. Before she knew it she was trending on twitter. The video sparking outrage, within minutes she had Heidi texting her about releasing a statement. She told her to hold off.

By the time she pulled up to her house. She had her manager Alex calling her about hiring a personal bodyguard. Her sisters called about what had gone down with Aunt Willa, and her mom asking if she was okay.

Nothing from her dad though

She went on twitter to see her mentions blowing up and she decided to tweet out a statement.

This afternoon was very scary as I was surrounded by strangers shouting and camera in my face. While I understand that these people have to make a living, and that I'm very blessed to have an amazing  career, there is a time and a place and that certainly wasn't it. I am okay and I hope these men learn from their mistakes.

-SW

She sent it to Heidi to look over and tweak it before posting it. Once she got the okay she sent it out as well as posted it on social media. 

She looked over at the time. Shit she forgot about the game. She quickly unpacked and put her clothes in the washer. She quickly dusted over everything while waiting for the first load. She put the game on her living room tv to catch the final three minutes. The Chargers were down by a touchdown.

"Shit!" She yelled as she ran back and forth to the laundry room.

The team was running out of time. They were getting close to the end zone with seconds left.

Then unlike the Chiefs game, They were in the touchdown.

She took a sigh of relief, at least they could go into overtime. The announcers  stated that they were going to do a 2 point attempt.

She couldn't sit, she watched them gather in the huddle.

"Herbert, looks, and throws, and HE GETS THE 2 POINTS! CHARGERS LEAD WITH 49 SECONDS TO GO!"

"WOO!!!" She screamed!! She was excited. Forget all the bullshit that happened with her family, forget the fact that she and dad might not ever speak again. This was huge. They won and played a great game.

In a good mood. She hurried up and finished the load as fast as she could. Granted it would be a while before Justin came home from Arizona but she wanted to be ready. She was turned on, she hadn't seen him in three weeks, three weeks without his touch, his smell, his moans in her ear. He was her happy place 

Her family didn't matter, she had her friends and Justin.

She ran around her house, no doubt going to be staying at his place for the week. Grabbing toiletries, lingerie, and some clothes (She would just steal his hoodies and live in them) she threw everything in suitcases. Making sure she had his house key he gave her before she left.

While she was stuck in traffic she decided to face the music and open up her text. She had one from Brent asking why her sister was bitching him out. She did feel bad about that. But she didn't think Tristan would say anything 

She quickly replied , apologizing for that one. Her mom wasn't that upset, she just wanted to know if Sara made it home and Apologized on behalf of Aunt Willa. Which was bullshit. Her sisters were upset over the whole thing and wanted peace within the family, but they understood their dad was in the wrong.

All Sara messaged was that she wouldn't speak unless aunt Willa was no longer around the family.

She didn't need that in her life. And while she was at it. She was pissed that Justin just ignored her for nearly a week. While she tried to be understanding, it was a dick move. 

The mood changed to wanting to bitch him out. Maybe it was the fight with her family, or the fact that she actually stood up for herself.

She arrived at Justin's house and began to unpack. She had picked  up pasta dishes from their favorite restaurant, not really into cooking after all the baking she did. She was pissed that she forgot those cookies.

Sara set herself up by color coordinating her shirts on her side of his closet, putting her pants in the dresser space he reserved for her. In the bathroom, she put her skincare and makeup products on the counter, though he would probably just move all her products to the plastic separators in the drawers by the sink.

Everything was set up, the food was in the fridge. She had a few bites of her food but wasn't really hungry.

It was late, and Justin should be home very soon. She wanted to wait up and make love when he came in, she was exhausted from traveling. After deciding what to wear (she settled on a sheer see through cami and little panties) she made herself comfortable underneath his sheet set and scrolled tik tok. She wished Nova was there to snuggle with her, but she was at the catsitter.  Sara almost texted Justin asking to pick her up but she wanted to surprise him. Despite the earlier paparazzi fiasco, she doubted that he saw the video.

Which reminded her, Joey did. He was one of her messages asking if she was okay. He said he saw her posts on Instagram and that made him look up what happened. She just replied that she was fine and thanks for the concern.

After a few more minutes she fell asleep.

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Justin was exhausted.

The win was chaotic, it was crazy.

It felt fucking good.

So good in fact, he was out to greet fans at the stadium after a shower and post game celebrations. He was talking and joking around with his teammates on the bus and plane. He didn't feel the crash until he was on his way to his manager's house to pick up the cat. He almost messaged Ashley asking to hold her one more night, but he didn't want to extend her stay and inconvenience her, though he was sure Ashley, or his cat, would have no objections

Once Nova was in her carrier with her essentials, he made the drive back home pulling into his garage; he didn't notice Sara's Mercedes. 

Nor did he notice her suitcase where she usually has it.

He was hungry, and he should probably eat something before bed.  He opened the fridge and saw his favorite dish.

Justin tore open the container and began devouring it, it was still warm like it had just been ordered. 

Which was weird. He was confused. 

How did the container of food get here?

He saw Nova sniffing around, and she darted into the bedroom. Justin's eyes landed on the suitcase.

She was here. Justin practically threw the leftovers into the fridge before following Nova, who was resting on Sara's chest. A habit that annoyed Justin because Nova wasn't a skinny girl.

Sara didn't even flinch with the weight. "Nova get off." He whispered. The cat glared at him as if to say "make me"

He did his nighttime routine, hoping Sara didn't wake up but he was so excited she was here. He was just going to text her about picking her up and she was here.

Once he was stripped down to his shorts, he slid in next to her on the bed. Nova, annoyed that her owner was here, hopped off Sara's chest, using her boob as a launch pad. That woke her up, she stirred. "Ow, what the-"

Justin threw an arm around her waist and scooted her close to him. He kissed her cheek. "I'm sorry Nova wanted to see her favorite person, didn't like it when I joined." He moved to her lips and she reciprocated for a few seconds but pulled away. "I'm mad at you."

He let out a hmm and moved to her jaw with the kisses. "Over what?"

"The bullshit you pulled last week's after the Chiefs game."

"I don't want to remember that game thank you." He pushed his lips to her neck but she pushed him away and sat up. "Well too bad because you ghosting me for nearly a week was not cool. I was worried sick."

He sat up. "I was in a shit mood, I mean can you blame me?" She shook her head. "I know you Justin, I get Sunday, maybe Monday, but I had to reach out to you." 

He sighed, knowing she was right. "You're right, I'm sorry. It was something I just always did. After a bad game. I tend to just forget and come around when I'm ready. It was not acceptable." He kissed her cheek. "Forgive me?"

She crossed her Arms. "Why should I? And what are you going to do to make sure it doesn't happen again?"

He smiled. "Well, I can send you texts throughout the day to let you know how I'm feeling."

She nodded "well that's a start. Also if you don't feel like talking all you have to do is say something. I get it, I have those days too where ya don't feel like you want to talk. Shut people out, but you can't do that one hundred percent."

He nodded. "I understand and I'm sorry." He kissed her again. "I'm sorry I worried you. I promise I will be better."

She smiled. "Thank you." She laid back down. "Not that I'm not glad you're here, but I thought you were home tomorrow. I was gonna get you flowers and all."

"I would still like some flowers, thank you very much." He laughed. "I'll get you roses, your favorite. So why are you home early?"

She thought about what transpired over the past few days. "I started a fight with my dad, and I think we are permanently estranged."

He wasn't expecting that answer out of her. "Wait what? What do you mean?"

She told him everything, all of Aunt Willa's and Uncle George's comments. Being left out, that her aunt told her she should have commit suicide. Justin wiped her tears as she told the ending. 

Justin saw red, he was pissed. How could her family be so dumb? Here was this amazing, talented girl and they said the most awful things to her. He shook his head. "You're Aunt is a fucking bitch, and you're dad has no spine. You deserve better than that. They're jealous you know that right?"

She laughed. "Please Justin."

"No, listen to me, you are beautiful, intelligent, and you know what you want out of life. You don't need anyone, you love people for themselves, and for some reason, you love a hard head like me." He wiped the tears off her face. "I love you Sara, and I'm sorry your family can't appreciate what an amazing person you are."

She was smiling through her tears. "I love you too, even though you piss me off sometimes."

He laughed. "I know I got to work on that."

She kissed him and he relaxed into it. Their tongues wrestling for dominance. Of course Justin won, he got on top of her and she ran her fingers through his hair which he enjoyed. They broke apart the kiss.

"Justin?"

"Hmm?"

"Make love to me." He smiled. "Who am I to deny your request?"

They got lost in each other, both finishing strong and breathless. He collapsed on top of her, still inside of her. Sweat stuck their skin together. "I got to get off, I'm crushing you." He tried to move but she wrapped herself around him. "I like you crushing me."

"I like crushing you too, '' he smiled at Sara and kissed her. "I'm not letting you go, I'm tying you to my bed." She laughed. "Oh like a personal sex slave. I like it."

He rolled his eyes. "Dirty girl." He rolled off her and pulled her close to him. She looked up. "Hey Justin?"

"Yes baby?"

"Are your ribs okay? I know you told a reporter that you felt them move when you threw." She shuddered. "That has to feel weird.

He laughed. "I mean it does, but it's part of the game." She nodded and snuggled up to him. Sara tried to fall asleep but she couldn't, she knew Justin too well to know that there was something on his mind. " What are you thinking about?"

"You said that your Aunt Willa told you you should've followed through on… suicide. What happened with that?"

She looked up at him and noticed the concern in his eyes. "It was freshman year of high school. I just joined the theater and was accelerating. I finally found something I was good at. Something that I loved. However, I was bullied for it by not only my classmates, but also some close friends of the family. My aunt  and uncle told me it was a waste of time, that my sisters were all doing something that would help them get into college."

She took a deep breath. "My whole life it was always. 'Well your sisters are skinny, short and athletic. What the hell happened to you? You're certainly not a Wozniak.' They would always say it as a joke. But it hurts, you know?" 

Justin shook his head. "That's not a joke, Sara. You have to stop thinking about it that way."

"My dad always said they never meant anything . If I tried to fight back I was being a brat and to never disrespect my elders. My sisters never reacted this way, so why am I causing trouble? But they never got teased like I did. It was hard, because I would go to school, get made fun of. Then go home and get told that I better get my grades in math up because real careers need that grade. There was no peace." The tears came back. Justin wiped them with his fingers. "You don't have to tell me anything if it's too hard." She shook her head. "I was just depressed. My older sisters were all in school, so I couldn't confide in them. Any friends I did have, weren't really as well off as I was, even Erika, who would tell me that at least I had a nice room and house to come home to. I was well aware financially I had everything at my fingertips. But emotionally I was lost. Plus my parents were not coming to my plays. Every event of Katie, Brittany's, or Alyssa's was celebrated. Me it was just "Oh we will go out to dinner sometime.""One night I just felt numb, it wasn't all of the sudden, I was being destructive with sleeping, eating etc and I told Erika that life didn't feel worth it. Unbeknownst to me she told the school counselor, and I was admitted for a seventy two hour hold."He held her tighter, he didn't know anything about this and it was devastating that Sara had gotten to that place. "All of that and your family couldn't see they were the problem.""It's not really my sister's fault, they weren't around, and we have a really close relationship. My mom does try her hardest, my dad and Aunt Willa… I don't know what to say about them. Alyssa's husband Brent is amazing. He's like the big brother I never had. He and my sister were  together since middle school and Aunt Willa would constantly try to tear them apart. She didn't like the fact that he's an athlete."

Justin was silent, the pieces coming together. "So that's why you didn't tell them about me."

"It's one, but not the main. My family is big mouthed. One word of a boyfriend and then dads business associates know, my aunt's and uncles know, cousins know. We have a large circle of friends that I grew up with, so they would know. Eventually it would be tipped to the press. Justin, I don't know if we are ready for thar. It's a new world."

Justin nodded and kissed her shoulder. "I understand." He smiled. "Let's run away together and buy a cabin deep in the Forest of Oregon. I can hunt, fish, and you cook and take care of our young."

Sara snorted and busted out laughing and Justin joined in. "We can move to a small-town area like Twilight. By the way, I would like to go to Portland someday." She looked at him. "Next trip?"

He groaned. "Not the twilight reference!" She laughed. "Come on, you were paying attention when the marathon was on!" He was silent. "Vampires don't sparkle in the sunlight, they are supposed to burn." He muttered. 

The rest of the night they talked about any and everything before falling asleep in each other's arms.

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"Now it's three in the morning and I'm trying to change your mind. Left you multiple missed calls and to my message you reply ``why do you only call me when you're high." Sara sang while making her omelet. Justin had left for the facility a few hours ago and Sara was going up there for a workout since no media was there on Mondays. 

She felt safe here. After their discussion about her family last night, among their childhoods and other things they were closer than ever. Granted Justin didn't have a childhood anything like hers. But they did bond over things they grew up with. (They both agreed that McDonald's snack wraps needed to make a comeback)

The sound of Arctic Monkeys was interrupted when her phone began ringing. She groaned until she saw Ann-Sophie's name pop up. She felt bad, because she hadn't seen her since Lexi's birthday party. She picked up. "Hello Miss Annie to what due to owe this pleasure too?"

"Well I wanted to surprise you, but I've been hanging out in your house for like 2 hours and you're not here. " Sara gasped. "Oh my god! I'm actually at Justin's. Come over here!" AnnSophie stayed with Sara when she visited LA. It worked out because she would have all the whole house to herself and her daughter while Sara stayed with Justin.

She was excited to have one of her best friends back in Los Angeles. Since she and Bella are models, they reside in NYC. Sometimes Sara will go down with the blonde to visit her parents in Ft. Lauderdale. Her mother was a German Olympic skier, her father was a Swedish Businessman who passed away when she was eleven, so they family had money. 

Sara sped up the process to get ready. She wondered if she could take Annie to the gym with her. She sent a text to Justin.

Hey babe my friend is in town, can she come with me to the facility gym?

J: um sure, come in a few hours when we are out on the field.

He gave her the address and the instructions. Once Ann Sophie arrived they hugged and caught up. Sara told her best friend all about her Thanksgiving weekend.  

"Speaking of the family. Where is the Queen?" Referring to little Lexi.

"She's in Florida with my mom for the week. George was supposed to take her but he's had some issues on tour." AnnSophie rolled her eyes. Sara frowned "He hasn't seen her since her second birthday in October."

"Thank you. But he has time for Charlie. I saw those vacation pictures in Mexico. Asshole." Sara thought George was able to be a father to his daughter, despite his womanizing ways that led to the breakup. Guess not.

"Well I got something that will cheer you up. Come on. I told you to wear gym wear for a reason." Sara grabbed her friends hand and dragged her out the door.

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"Good lord this is a view." The blonde breathed while they were on the treadmill, the workout facility overlooking the practice field. They saw the guys doing their drills and throwing among other things.

Sara was shamelessly ogling Justin. "I hope he remembered his sunscreen." The blonde next to her giggled. "I just wish they'd take off their shirts." They both burst into giggles like teens at a sleepover.

Then a familiar voice interrupted them. "Well who is this?" 

Sara turned around to see Joey in his workout clothes. "Hey Joey! This is my friend." AnnSophie turned around and her and Joey went still.

Joey broke the silence. "Annie?"

She smiled. "Joseph."

Sara looked back and forth confused. "You two know each other?"

AnnSophie nodded. "We went to St. Augustine together."

A light dawned on Sara. "Oh! I knew you were both from Fort Lauderdale I just didn't think…" She trailed off feeling the mood of the room change. It was tension, but almost sexual? "So were you guys friends or have any classes together?" Knowing they were the same age.

AnnSophie nodded. "Yeah, we had a couple classes, had some mutual friends but that's it." Joey laughed sarcastically.

"Yeah no big deal."

Sara was lost. She knew her best friend knew about the Chargers and Sara mentioned Joey, but surely AnnSophie would have mentioned that they knew each other. There definitely was a history there.

"Soooo." Sara trailed off. "Are you doing your rehab here Joey?"

He nodded, still not taking his eyes off AnnSophie. "Yeah, if that's okay. Justin mentioned you coming but I didn't know what for."

AnnSophie smiled. "Well Joseph don't let me stop you. I know how important fitness is to you." She looked up and down his body.. Joey smiled, eyes on her body. "Well Ms. Supermodel I know it's important to you as well. I mean you were always flexible in high school." He licked his lips.

Sara wanted to burst out laughing but she also wanted to leave. She turned up the speed and began a light jog. Joey turned his back towards the girls and began his stretches. He was wearing a form fitting quick dry sleeveless tank, long blonde hair pulled back by a headband. Sara had to admit he looked good.

AnnSophie couldn't take her eyes off his body. Sara just wanted to break the tension. "So Joey, how is Kailey? You haven't told me how your date went."

She quickly realized that was not something to say. Her friend sort of woke up from the daze she was in and began to pay  attention to her phone.

Joey continued his focus on his workouts. "It's going well. I guess you could say we are steady. She was over my place last night." He turned to Ann-Sophie. "I want to Congratulate you and your boyfriend on your daughter. I'm sure she's beautiful." 

Either Joey was aloof or he was trying to see if she was in a relationship. "Well thank you, but I'm raising her, her sperm donor only comes around when he wants to look like a good dad in the papers." She was blunt about it.

"Oh I'm sorry to hear that.  I'm sure you're doing a great job raising her by yourself."

She nodded. "Damn straight, it's just me and her." 

Sara wanted to look into a camera like it was the office.

The rest of the workout was awkward, it turned into Joey teaching the girls some of his football workouts. They were all on separate mats following Joey's instructions for weights when Justin walked in. He was lost. "What's going on?"

Sara got up. "Joey is teaching  me and Annie workouts. AnnSophie, you remember Justin." She nodded towards him. "Hey Justin, how are you?"

"I'm good, thank you. Well I just wanted to see if you made it here okay. I tried texting you but…. " He trailed off. Sara wanted to tell him. "Justin, show me where the snacks are. I need a refuel."  She grabbed his hand and led him to the hallway.

"Has Joey mentioned anything about knowing AnnSophie in high-school?" Justin shook his head. "No. Why-"

"It turns out they went to the same high school and apparently they knew each other.  They are Trying to play it off but something went down between them." He shook her head. "It's like he suddenly forgot about Kailey when I asked him."

"Who's Kailey and how do you know about that?"

"He was texting me asking for advice about a first date. We exchange messages." This wasn't how she wanted to tell Justin, but it had to come out.

His eyebrows raised to his hairline. "Oh. I didn't realize you two were close." She shrugged. "Just over music and products." She kissed him. "Nothing to worry about. It's your dick I suck." She laughed as Justin's cheeks turned pink. "Fucking dirty." He groaned. "As long as you're just friends, " She nodded."I promise. Now help me get down to the bottom of this."

He smiled. "Babe, I'm not asking about his high school crush or whatever she was." She pouted and he mimicked her teasing. 

"Sara!" They turned to see AnnSophie coming  towards them. "Um Stephanie called she has time for training if you want to go."

Justin was confused. "Training for what?"

Sara smiled. "I'm walking the fenty runway in January!"

"That's great babe! I'm happy for you!" He was proud of his girl. He knew she struggled with body image so he was a little worried about putting herself on the line like this. But now was not the time or place to voice those concerns.

They said goodbye, with number 97s eyes on their backs.

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Why was Bosa texting Sara?

It was on his mind while watching videos. He remembered the barbecue where Joey was very obviously attracted to her. So what was that about? How long had he been doing this? And what was said in those messages?

As they finished up meetings and practices he felt himself staring at the defender the entire time. He wasnt a confrontational guy, however this was eating him up.

He approached Bosa by his locker. Joey looked up. "Oh hey Jus-"

"Why are you texting Sara?" He cut straight to the point. The defenseman was confused. "I messaged her on Instagram because she's cool, and I consider her a friend."

 Justin's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "So you mean to tell me there was no flirting?"

Joey looked down at his shoes. "Well I would try, it was more of teasing. But this was before I knew anything was serious, I thought you were still seeing Taylor as well."

Justin was mad, but also confused. "What made you think I was still seeing Taylor?"

"I mean, she was coming around all the time acting like you two were still an item. Sara never reciprocated anything. Just liked posts. I told her about Kailey when you guys were in Oregon just asking for date advice. That was the end of it."

Justin nodded. He was pissed but he felt like it wasn't justified. The time of the barbecue was when he was still sorta leading Sara on. Granted, he wasn't involved with Taylor but still. Without another word to Joey he walked out of the locker room.

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Training was getting a bit easier. Between the weight loss and practicing she was starting to look like a runway model. Of course AnnSophie who was an actual model and walked for plenty of designers was graceful with her catwalk. Not to mention she was 5'11 so she was able to swing her hips.

Practice ended a bit earlier because her friend had gotten a call from her mother saying that Lexi was running a high fever. Sara hoped it wasn't too serious for Ann-Sophie to fly down to Florida. She didn't really get to spend much time with her, especially since her God daughter was born.

They decided to meet up for lunch and shopping the next day and Sara headed to the grocery store and some other errands before going  back to Justin's. She was surprised to pull up and see his car in the garage. Practice must have ended early.

Hands full, she entered the kitchen and set the bags down on the island. Justin was on the couch watching television. She smiled when she saw his favorite impractical jokers. She walked up behind him and kissed his cheek. "Hey baby."

"Why didn't you tell me you texted Bosa? And that he was flirting with you?" 

Oh shit.

What could she do? Tell the truth. "It was early on, like little jokes. I never responded to it."

He turned towards her, his face hard. "But you acknowledged it was flirting, and didn't tell me."

She sighed. "I thought I had it under  control. Plus he's your teammate, I didn't want to come in between you. He has Kailey now."

Justin stood up. "So let me guess this straight, you go behind my back with a teammate and don't think it's important to tell me."

She felt ashamed. "I didn't mean to, I swear. When it first started that was when we're in this fragile place. I turned to him for support. It was shitty and wrong and I'm sorry." She walked over and grabbed her phone out of her bag. She opened Instagram and threw the device on the couch. "Here look at it."

Justin stared at the phone. Feeling guilty, she was telling the truth like Bosa was. "When you say you didn't want to start a conflict, is that because of what you've been taught by your family?"

She nodded. "I guess. I'm not perfect at relationships either. This is new to me as well"

He smiled. Her using the exact same line he gave her. " I'm still annoyed but I get it. I can't get mad."

And he really couldn't because he realized he was a dick during that time. Also there was the incident with Taylor.

Sara smiled and wrapped her arms around him. "I'm insecure and I'm sorry." He smiled down at her. "We grow and learn from this, you know? If we ever have an issue we talk it out." She nodded. "If Joey texts me again, you'll be the first to know." 

He nodded. She continued. "Mike sends me memes on Instagram. I might do a video game session with him?"

Justin was stunned. "Wait a minute, I thought you only watched me play video games?"

She giggled. "I can only play super Mario smash brothers and kiddie games. I'll watch the other games." Justin smiled. There was still so much to discover about his girl.

But he trusted her, and he wanted to find out everything.

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"So, you want to tell me what's going on with you and Joseph?" Sara mimicked her friend's voice as they unpacked their large sushi order. They decided to order takeout and go back to her place after seeing the large amount of paparazzi out and about. They managed to snag a few photos of the girls but that was all. Sara was glad she put some makeup on. Of course AnnSophie, despite being dressed down, still looked glam in all of her designer clothes.

"Sara please. I told you we went to high school and had a few classes. That was it."

Sara decided to be bold. "Then why did it look like the moment I would walked out the room yall would have fucked all over the room?"

The blonde choked and coughed on her roll before taking a swig of tea and glaring at Sara. "I was just ogling him like you were Justin?"

"That's different, he's my boyfriend. You two, there was some history there. He wanted to rip your clothes off."

AnnSophie looked down at the food. "We had a bit of a fling in high school." She admitted. 

Sara's jaw dropped, not actually believing her friend admitting it. "No fucking way! I can't see it."

AnnSophie was shocked. "What do you mean?"

"Well he always said he got teased for his big nose."

There was a sly smile on the blonde's face. "I wasn't complaining when I sat on his face."

It was Sara's turn to choke on her food. "Get the fuck out! How come I never knew this!"

AnnSophie shrugged. "I didn't really tell anyone." 

"What happened?"

"I left high school to move to NYC to pursue modeling." There was another reason. Sara knew her best friend too well, but she didn't pry.

A knock on the door interrupted them. Peeping out the peephole she opened the door to see a big purple box with "Savage x Fenty on it.

"Ooh look at it!" She grabbed the box and was only able to push it so far. It was heavy. AnnSophie got off the barstool as Sara tore it open and reviewed an extensive amount of purple glitter and packaging before uncovering all the different lingerie sets. "This is what we must be wearing at the shoot and the fashion show!" It was lace with leather. There were some practical everyday sets but some incredibly sexy.

Smiling, she told AnnSophie her Xmas gift for Justin. Her friend volunteered to photograph and coordinate the plans. She could do Sara's hair and makeup and turn the basement into a studio.

It worked perfectly because no one knew about it except her friends.

Oh yeah it was foolproof.

A/N: So the Joey thing, I have an idea for a spinoff so the drama between his friendship with Sara will be minimum. They are good friends and that is all, Joey has a change of heart, especially after seeing Annie again.

[fanfoolishness]

Time to yell about The Redemption! Din please don’t die ;__;

The other Mandalorians... it’s just not fair dammit

And I’m still not over Kuiil! I will never forget you, Ugnaught!

This is the same bag that Din carries him in later, isn’t it? Reduce, reuse, recycle.

AND DON’T YOU DARE HIT THE BABY

The entire scout trooper sequence is fucking hilarious

[TROOPER 1 BLOWS RASPBERRY, BEATBOXES] 

yes that is the actual subtitle my friends

They’re terrible shots, that’s why they’re stuck on speeder duty

I like that this scout trooper armor maximizes pouches. So many pouches

That’s it, “oh my god” is canonical. It’s still better than “oh my force”, sometimes, you just gotta go with the classics

IG-11 ain’t nothing to fuck with

“I’m sorry, nurse” these guys are so polite when they aren’t beating my son

I love IG-11’s inherent awkwardness, the jankiness of Star Wars is the best

I hadn’t realized that Cara’s gatling blaster was a gift from Din, right? Because she didn’have any on Sorgan. Awww, friend gifts!

Decommissioned Mandalorian hunter Din Djarin has heard the songs of the Siege of Mandalore —

The way Din just startles and stares because who knows that name, why does he know that name —

You always think terrible things live in the dark, monsters that lurk in the shadows where you can’t see them and the mind plays tricks. But sometimes monsters are there, glaringly and awfully, out in the open, beneath a blinding sun on a warm day, and there’s no comforting darkness to hide in anymore.

IG-11 just coming in here to ruin this platoon’s entire career

Greef: spotchkaing on the fly

Grogu: delighted

IG-11: fucking shit up

Din and Greef about to start shit!

Din: master of found weapons

I always headcanon Din as having a fractured skull from the concussive WHOOMPH of the explosion, possibly some damage to the neck and throat as well... dammit inquiring minds that have a disturbing enjoyment of whump want to know the exact extent of this man’s injuries

His hands are all limp and loosely curled when Cara drags him over the threshold :( :( :(

Din’s quiet. He’s calculating. Realizing how badly he’s hurt, how he’ll slow the others down. Doesn’t speak until it’s to say “I’m not gonna make it.”

“Leave me” and the blood on her hand DON’T BREAK MY HEART DIN DJARIN / PEDRO PASCAL

His voice! His voice is killing me! Ragged and breathless and pained and determined and I’m just gonna go... be... over there...

(Crying, I’ll be crying.)

(Rewinds) (watching this whole sequence again)

“You make sure the Child is safe!” *cue me blubbering forever*

[BREATHES SHAKILY] “You tell them it’s from Din Djarin” man whoever was doing these subtitles knew WHAT WAS UP ;_;

“You tell them the foundling was in my protection” he’s so fucking determined even though he can’t hardly breathe, even though he knows he’s dying and knows it’s hopeless, still though, maybe they can get the child out —

(But I have to say the flame trooper is cool as hell)

Did Grogu know how badly hurt Din was? Did he sense it through the Force? Did he understand?

Grogu death count: 1

That meta about Cara asking IG-11 to bring his BODY just kills me

Din’s voice is trying to be all tough now that he’s faced with IG-11, his voice noticeably gets lower and harder — until it cracks into breathlessness again because again, hi, DYING

The gasping raise of the blaster, my god, you are so STUBBORN DIN!

IG-11 actually looked confused, and Din actually was with it enough to understand he needed to give an explanation of “It is forbidden”

“No living thing has seen me without my helmet since I sw— swore the Creed” he gasped brokenly and my heart just shriveled up and then exploded because Pedro’s voice is just a weapon of mass destruction right here

Din: utterly confused to have his face showing

Cara: shoves baby, grabs friend

Thank god for bacta amirite

The way he slowly turns the light on his helmet off when he sees what’s in front of him... oh man this is making me tear up. It was rough when I first watched it, but I hadn’t spent the nearly the amount of time thinking about Din’s role within the covert and what the Mandalorians meant to him and it’s just awful. It’s such a terrible pain he even considers abandoning Grogu — that’s how bad it is. “You go, take the ship. I can’t leave it this way.”

Don’t think about the Armorer in the tunnels in the dark alone among the ruin of her people, both bone and beskar fallen, nope, don’t think about it :)

The Armorer, confused as hell about Din and the kid

“I know of such things”; Din Djarin *confused headtilt*

Ohhhh Armorer why did you say he had no choice but to reunite it with its own kind, this man absolutely will take you literally ;_;

I still want to do a comic or a little fic about Din doing training sessions with the Rising Phoenix

I miss the Armorer

Wonder why Din never brings the Amban rifle to finales

The Armorer’s fight scene is still the SHIT

I forgot about the fucking monstrosity that is an R2 unit with fucking giant long skeleton legs

Awww the fire ferrets

“But you’ll be destroyed”

“I’m not... sad.” Will always kill me. He’s just lost Kuiil and the Mandalorians completely, the idea of losing another ally, even one as strange as this, it’s just too much right now, it’s too much for him, and yes, he’s sad!!!

When I think about how much Din’s head must have hurt doing that maneuver with the Rising Phoenix and Gideon’s fighter, just, OUCH

“Some of my favorite people are bounty hunters!” <3

When Grogu grabs hold of Din’s leg Din just... completely loses interest in Greef and Cara’s conversation. It’s not until Greef physically nudges him that Din remembers to look up and pay some attention. He’s too busy looking at the kid, and about to reach down for him when Greef nudges him.

Kuiil’ s cairn ;_;

“I didn’t think I’d see this again.” You know. Because I almost died. JESUS DIN STOP HURTING ME LIKE THIS

But he gives it to Grogu and I hope Grogu plays with it and looks at it all the time when he’s with Luke ;_;

Seriously though, how did 1) Gideon get the Darksaber, and 2) Din has a silver pram in S2 but Kuiil’s pram should have got blown up in the Client’s hideout, so what gives? They didn’t bring it with them through the lava river sooo?

Thank you Taika Waititi!

This art though 🤩

I’ll admit when I first saw Din’s face I was pretty disappointed. I’d grown to love him just as he was with the helmet, and underneath, he was just some regular man? With, unaccountably, a mustache??? With his hair like THAT and covered in blood and sweat? It definitely wasn’t love at first sight. I was almost disappointed they’d shown his face only 8 episodes in and thought, “oh, great, S2 is going to have him showing his face all over the place like it wasn’t a big deal at all.” And I’m so happy that they continued that conflict and deepened it so that when we got moments like in The Believer and The Rescue it really meant something incredibly huge to see his face again. So curious to see where they take S3.

[badsithnocookie]

not that i really have much written or concretely plotted around it but i think i am going to jump on the ‘junking most of sor in headcanon’ train

keep the bits that are important to character’s backstories (the attack on tython for anya, same for korriban with eirn, ziost for eirn + anya + awenyth) and handwave a less terrible plot in the middle

one of the big reasons i kept it basically boils down i really enjoyed the journey as an ls-ish sw who was simultaneously very pro-reform (at least by sith standards) and very bootlicky when it came to the emperor - eirn has drunk a lot of sith koolaid over her life and being forced to finally admit that no vitiate is a terrifying monster This Is What The Sith Really Believe on ziost

like i. really dig a lot that she’s. put into this position where she is defensive of the empire (even as she is critical of the dark council and the sith), and yet her defensiveness of the empire is itself held against her by the emperor’s own personal toadies, her defensiveness of the emperor is held against her by the dark council, any criticism of the empire she has is held against her by everyone. she has finally reached a point where she cannot both have her cake and eat it. you are either on the empire’s side or you’re not, and the dark council do not take insubordination lightly.

but there is. absolutely no requirement in any of that to involve dk’s terrible revan oc. so, you know. im an adult, i do what i want, and i write only about my terrible ocs.

what follows ziost - her arrest and sham trial - is pure hc, ofc, but... the dark council do not treat their own well - just look at what they did to zhorrid, never mind iven (the guardsman on yavin iv). i’ve always figured that anyone associated with vitiate who had a lick of sense quietly dropped off the radar either before or shortly after ziost; eirn had probably been written off by him/the hand by that point, and they figure that if she doesn’t have the good sense to go into hiding, she deserves whatever she gets. (to say nothing of the hand figuring that if they leave the former wrath to distract the dark council, it’ll give them more time to do whatever they’re doing)

(the reason eirn did not drop off the radar was a mixture of being hung out to dry, and spending the immediate aftermath being sucker-punched by a mixture of grief and psychic whiplash - because, you know, the Force is Like That - which combined with her arrogance/blind spots regarding the safety and security of her position meant she was easy for the dark council to have picked up for use as a punching bag

if im honest, about the only reason she didn’t bail from the empire entirely after that other than bioware’s narrative railroading was a mix of ‘lack of opportunity’ and ‘not wanting to lose what little she had left’. but i’ve always figured that any survivor’s of marr’s ship in kotfe1 are picked up by satele shan’s own flagship being fashionably late, in some narrative symmetry, and somewhere there’s an au where instead of ending up with zakuul, eirn is scooped up by the aforementioned and gets to spend a few hours in a republic brig trying to wrestle out if she wants to throw herself on the questionable mercy of the jedi, or if she fancies her chances better going round 2 with the dark council.

but this post is accidentally ten years long as it is

[piolhyna]

I absolutly love the Evil!Adora AU from @sconefacedgirl , like imagine how the dinamics might have changed between Catra and Adora. In my mind, Adora would still have been the Golden Child of Shadow Weaver and the Horde, and Catra was still the escape goat, but SW’s manipulation did work in this case:

Just imagine. Adora is the Perfect Soldier and she loves it. She digs the power dinamycs in the Horde and how the weak are inferior and she loves being the number one because she is strong and the Best. Her ambition raised to the maximum, power-hungry and blinded by SW’s manipulation. And Catra, on the other hand, is still the punch bag and the “weak one”, but in this case her “good heart” takes over all of her upbringing, just as a the underdog trope. Adora feels responsable for Catra’s safety, she has a soft spot for that feline who she knows is weak because she would not attack or hurt other people (inferior people, in her mind) so when Catra finds the Sword and becomes a princess, The Princess of Power, She-ra, Adora goes nuts. She has been all her life sacrificing her place in the Horde for this scrungy little girl and the First Time she gets a little bit of freedom she has the audacity to betray her??? She has the nerve to abandon hER???

So the play is set in motion. Adora takes it far too personal and becomes cold and cruel, but Catra, as inferior and broken as she feels, can’t help but remember the little girl who helped her all those years and even if she hates this, she has to fight her because she knows what is like to be hurt and abused and doesn’t want anyone to feel that way and Adora ends up losing her mind because she doesn’t actually want to hurt people, she hated seeing Catra hurt, but her mind is twisted by years of mental manipulation and SW’s tricks, and until SW gets out of the picture she doesn’t start to think that maybe, she has been wrong all along...

This AU writes itself honestly. It is just as if their own moral compasses were slightly tilted to the other end. Adora a little more ambitious and little less compassionate, and Catra a little more kind and a lot less spiteful.

[dirt-cup-draco]

Sirius x Reader- More To You (4/?)

tag list: @spacegirlhere @treestarrrrrrrr @slytherpuffgal @scaredofvscogirls @jenniseiblack

Previously:

You found you wanted to pull Sirius back to you, feel the warmth of his body against yours, hoping it soothed him the way you realized it soothed you in this confusing time. “Goodnight,” You finally croaked, heart still aching form his admission.

“And a good night to you,” Sirius said, sinking back into that somber and tight lipped man that Azkaban had turned him into. You watched him go as you filled your glass.

You weren’t sure how but you were going to make sure Sirius knew that he wasn’t responsible for the deaths of the Potters. If it meant clearing his name and using your own resources, you were going to do it. If it meant standing in opposition to the Wizengamot and their wishes, you would do it. And if it meant standing by him with encouraging words and keeping him safe, then you would do it. One way or another you were going to free Sirius Black from his sullied name and his own demons, no matter what it took.

Summer was at it’s peak and the sun was blistering as you lounged in the backyard, Sirius zooming around the yard as his tongue lolled out of his mouth as he attempted to keep cool. You had a bowl full of lemonade on the porch for him as you sipped at your own.

Running around your small backyard was the only way he could stretch his legs some and you felt terribly guilty about that. He was always stuck inside the house and he could only watch the movies you had so many times before the boredom started eating at him. 

Whistling, you caught his attention and nodded to the door, picking up and going back inside. You appreciated the wave of air conditioning that met you as you waited for Sirius. Once he was inside, you closed and locked your door, pulling the blinds tight. 

“So,” You began, fanning yourself. “Any plans for the day?” 

Sirius gave you a funny look. “Was that supposed to be a joke?” 

You rolled your eyes. “I mean to ask, is there anything you want to do?” 

“Oh yes, tons of things,” Sirius griped, tying up his hair as it got too hot on his neck and if you were momentarily distracted by the column of his throat that shined with a thin sheen of sweat, you wouldn’t admit it. “Like clearning my name, and not being known as a murderer, and living in my own place and not having to pretend to be a god damn dog every time I got outside and-” 

“That’s not what I meant you drama queen,” You whined, “I mean, we could make ice cream or make a slide out of the stairs, or we could-” 

“Go campinig?” Sirius chimed in, a small smile on his face as you attempted to make his days less monotonous. 

“Camping?” You asked incredulously. “I suppose it’s a weekend... But I”ve never been camping before, and wouldn’t the ministry catch on somehow?” 

Sirius shrugged. “I can’t see how they would. We might have to go a bit further than usual, but we could manage. And nobody can do a better silencing spell than you-” 

“And you would know that how?” You interrupted. 

“When I’m bored I try to break the spells you have on your room, which I haven’t been able to do yet” He admitted without a bit of shame. “What I’m really curious about is why you have a silencing spell for your bedroom.” He winked. “But! As I was saying before you so rudely interrupted me- your spell work is strong, if we need to be shielded, I fully believe that you can keep us safe,” 

You blushed for a thousand reasons but you felt pride that Sirius trusted in your abilities. “Well, I agree that I can keep us safe, and that we are going have to be a bit more.. muggle about this. I have a car, just to blend in really, but you can drive can’t you? I remember fifth year you drove a car into the greenhouse and Sprout nearly had your head.” 

Sirius smiled at the memory. “I certainly couldn’t drive then, but you’re right that I can drive now. I think we have ourselves a plan! Start packing,” 

With another notorious wink, he was racing upstairs. You smiled to yourself, glad that you had been able to cheer him up some. As the days passed you realized it was becoming easier to get Sirius to laugh and smile, yet at the same time he was losing faith in himself and he was becoming more guarded because of it. Hopefully, camping would be a good distraction. 

Two hours later, you were reclined in the passengers seat, legs propped up on the dash as Sirius hummed to some rock song he had found on a muggle station. Your bags were shoved into the back seat. You watched Sirius.His hair whipped around with the wind that rushed past you two. You leaned your head back, letting the wind on your face remind you of flying on a broom. Maybe driving wasn’t so bad. 

“Are we there yet?” You asked. 

“Asking every ten minutes won’t make us arrive any sooner,” He pointed out. 

Just to be obnoxious you asked seven more times in quick succession. 

“You are such a brat!” Sirius laughed, hand squeezing your knee as you grinned cheekily at him. 

It did seem to get you there quicker however as Sirius was turning down a remote path off some highway you had never been on, car rattling on the unpaved path. You drove quite a few miles inward. Sirius parked when he saw a lake and a clearing. 

“How did you know where this place was?” You asked, tossing him your tent and grabbing your bags of clothes and supplies as he set it up. “I was lost the entire way here,” 

Sirius was silent for a moment, and you nearly thought he wasn’t going to respond, but then he paused in his work and looked at you. “I came here once before,”

“Ooh, sneaky. I bet it was with some poor girl,” You teased. Sirius smiled but it was gentle, fond even. 

“No, actually,” He admitted. “I came with my friends. It was for Remus’ birthday and all he wanted to do was camp like muggles. We ate smores, fun little muggle sweets, and started a fire without wands and skinny dipped in the lake,” 

Sirius sounded wistful and you could tell these memories were bittersweet. Dropping the bags for a moment your wrapped your arms around his waist. “Sounds lovely, thank you for telling me,” You wanted him to know you’d always listen to whatever he had to say, that you were there for him. 

He kissed your forehead before pulling away too quickly, eyes darting around the campsite as a rosy hue tainted his cheeks. “I’m nearly done with the tent if you want to grab our blankets,” He instructed.

You made yourselves comfortably inside, the space bigger on the inside. You had nearly demanded it, you were one who strove to be comfortable at all costs. Sirius had, in the spirit of actual camping, confined you both to one room, but you wouldn’t complain too much seeing as he had given you ample space and a bed. 

Night fell fairly quickly and Sirius requested that you try those smores he’d been speaking of earlier. “I didn’t ask you to buy these for no reason,” He gestured to the marshmallows, graham crackers and chocolate in his arms. 

“This is impossible!” You huffed not ten minutes later, having set another marshmallow aflame. Sirius laughed, grabbing your skewer and blowing out the puffed sugar. 

“It is not, you just have to have a certain amount of finesse,” With that, he presented you with a sandwich of sugar pressed between what looked like cardboard even if Sirius insisted it was edlible. “Eat up,” He encouraged and you moaned in appreciation as the melted chocolate and caramelized sugar hit your tongue in direct contrast to the crisp graham cracker. Sirius blushed at the exaggerated noise that fell from your lips. 

“Oh, Sirius,” You beamed. “This is delightful!” 

Thrusting your skewer back into his hand you demanded he make you another. With a mumbled “bossy, are we?”, he made you another. And another. And another. Until you were sick on sweets. 

Your licked your lips and leaned against Sirius as he accidentally burned his own marshmallow, distracted at the feel of you pressed against his side so casually. “Thank you for this,” You sighed happily. “It’s been awhile since I’ve left home,” 

“No thanks to me,” He sighed. 

“Hey,” You frowned, pulling away so you could grip his chin lightly between your fingers. “Nonsense, you here me? I get out far more than you can so don’t feel as if you are keeping me in, if anything I’m the one trapping you. I wish it could be different... I promise I’ll clear your name,” 

Sirius’ heart leapt at the conviction in your voice and your stomach filled with butterflies at his returning smile. “I know you will,” His smile was tender and warm but quickly morphed into a smirk. “Even if you are a brat.” 

You frowned and squished his cheeks a bit too hard. “You can clean up,” You announced. “I am decidedly going to take a dip in the lake,” 

Sirius stared after you. “Y-you mean you’re going to-?” He dropped off, unable to get his mind straight. He felt like a teen all over again. 

It took you a moment to understand what he meant but you went red immediately. “No! Of course not you foul man! I’ll have my clothes on,” 

“Oh! Right,” Sirius blushed with you. “I’ll join then,” He tried to play it off like he hadn’t been more curious about you, all of you. 

The water was cool and you squealed as you splashed into the water, the moon reflected off the water and dancing across your skin that prickled against the chill, hairs rising. You had stripped down to your underwear and you would have been embarrassed at your lack of clothes if you hadn’t been distracted by Sirius emerging from the tent moments later, only a pair of boxers on him. 

“How’s the water?”Sirius asked, but didnt receive a response from you as you tried to tear your eyes away. A wolfish smirk tugged at his lips. “Cat got your tongue?” 

Instead of answering, you plunged yourself beneath the cool water, the shock of it setting your brain back to it’s normal setting. 

You both swam around, feeling like kids as you goofed off and splashed one another. Sirius was currently hell bent on dunking you beneath the water even as your teeth started to chatter.

“No!” You yelled at him, swimming towards shore and then sprinting when you could. It seemed you hadn’t found your land legs yet as you rolled your ankle, yelping as you fell back into the water, luckily it was the shallows. 

“Y/N! You alright?” Sirius asked immediately, going to your side and pulling you up by your arms. He had filled out some in the past couple weeks, lots of meals and a sleep schedule doing him some good. 

“Y-yeah! Just rolled my ankle,” You complained, trying to stand but found it was still too sensitive as you bent under your own weight. In only a second, Sirius was gathering you up in his arms. “Hey!” You argued but your mouth went dry at the pointed look he gave you. He was terribly close, and warm. 

Sirius set you on your sheets after using a quick drying spell, hand prodding gently at your ankle. “Sit still,” He said softly, uttering a healing spell and you thanked him. 

He grinned and kissed your knee in welcome, and you pretended like the small action of affection had stolen your breath from your lungs. 

“I wonder how you lived without me,” Sirius teased, tugging one of the tshirts youd bought for him over his still damp hair. The smile and worry lines on his face told of his age but you couldn’t help but see the young teen you had known in school. You scowled. 

“I’d do just fine, thank you very much,” You sniffled in indignation. 

Yet, as you lay in your bed that night, listening to the owls hooting in the trees and Sirius’ snoring, you became aware that you wouldn’t be alright if Sirius left you. 

[leodoriya]

vellichor

bnha prototype week, day one : your favourite prototype

Akatani meets a pretty face at the bookshop.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24863512

@protobnhaweek

If you asked him, Akatani would say he doesn’t mind the library/bookshop he works in.

Its a lot better than slaving away at retail. The most he does is stand by the desk and organize books. Not many people come around this side of town, and even fewer enter the old bookshop he works in.

Still, Uraraka slaps a paycheck down every week, and it’s enough to keep him from sinking into the watery depths of eternal debt.

Uraraka doesn’t even bother him half the time. She just gets irritated whenever something happens that could affect the pay she gets, which is understandable. At first, he’d been quite scared of her dead eyes and resting bitch face, but after a year of working there he learned that the dead eyes was not the thing to fear.

Case in point, he finds, when a tall, spiky-haired blonde with too many muscles and a beaming smile slams a textbook and a book on dinosaurs onto the table.

Akatani glances up, ready to scan the books, but instead pauses.

FUCK, that face is pretty.

It’s got a strong jawline, and that beaming grin is so white and blinding. Those crimson eyes shine like the stars, and a weird instinct he’s never had before in his life wants to lean forwards and run his hands all over the sides of his face and feel his breath on his shoulder and stare into those eyes forever and peck on those sw-

Laughter interrupts his train of thought, and he blushes furiously, snatching a book and scanning it.

The laughter doesn’t stop. “Ooooo, somebody’s got a crush!” Uraraka hollers mercilessly, eyes glimmering.

”Yuu!” He sputters angrily, trying desperately to cover up his tracks. “You’re embarrassing the costumer, and I do not!”

He turns back to the costumer and tries his damn near best not to get caught up in those crimson eyes like blazing fire.

”I’m sorry for her, sir. Now, uh, your, uh-“

Just read the damn numbers!

But fuck, this handsome ass costumer is laughing now too, and it’s like the burst of spring after a long and hard winter.

Akatani wishes he could pull into his uniform and curl up and never come out ever again for the rest of eternity.

He tries to distract himself. Vellichor paints the air like a paintbrush of brown and silver, mixed with dust and an almost homey feeling. The old red-and-brown radio thats from whats probably the 1950s plays old instrumental tunes.

Still, he’s dragged out of his distraction by a shuffling as the man grabs the bag, and he glances up to see the man smile so wide that his beautiful eyes scrunch shut.

”So, when do I have to return these?” He says, voice like beautiful bells with gongs to back them up like power.

Akatani stares down at the number. “J-July 1st, sir” He manages.

The man smiles. “Great! Can’t wait to see you again.”

Then, he slides something down near him, turns heel and leaves.

Akatani glances down at the thing that the pretty man slid towards him and just damn near faints.

On the paper is a phone number, a name - Katsuki Bakugo - and a little call me! Beneath the number with a heart on the exclamation point.

He feels like he’s dreaming. “Yuu, if I die, will you come to my funeral?”

Uraraka slaps a hand on his back. “And I’ll bring your little plus one, too.”

”Yuu!”

Cackling is the only response.

[mint-moon25]

How to Use an Oil Lamp

KEROSENE - ODORLESS - SMOKELESS - PUT

IN - STRONG - SPRAYERS - DOLLAR - TREE IN

SW 8 ST - LITTLE - HAVANA

SW 7 ST - NEAR - STORAGE - AND - SW 2 AV

BETTER - BUS STOP - THAN - BRICKELL NEAR

TRAIN - STATION - FOR - BUS 8 - BUS 207

EXIT - SW 9 ST

DOLLAR TREE

$1.25 - FOR - SPRAYER

$1.25 - FOR - 4 GALLON - POOP - BAG - FOR

PORTABLE - TOILETS - HAS - GREAT SCENT

01 OCTOBER 2024

NO - MORE - FOOD - GIVERS - IN - ANY PARKING

LOTS - ALL - FOOD - PERMITS - DENIED - FROM

MIAMI - POLICE - EMPLOYED - BY - FEDERAL TAX

LIKE - THE - REPUBLICAN - PARTY - OF - FLORIDA

NO - MORE - FOOD - 4 - HOMELESS - LEFT

NO - MORE - FOOD - 4 - THE - POOR

BASTILLE - DAY - PARIS - FRANCE

HAMBURGERS - $20,000 - EACH

SALAD - $25,000 - EACH

WORK - $1 - FOR - 6 MONTHS - IF - EMPLOYED

ONLY - MEN - ALLOWED - WORK - IN - FRANCE

BASTILLE - DAY - 2 - END - THEIR - HUNGER

END - FRENCH - MONARCH - AND - ARISTOCRACY

ROYALTY - ENDED

THEIR - GOVERNMENT - ENDED

MIAMI - POLICE

LOTS - OF - FOODS - IN - THEIR - REFRIGERATORS

SALARIES - PAID - BY - FEDERAL - TAXES

DEAR - MIAMI - RESIDENTS,

01 OCT - ALL - HOMELESS - WILL - B - ARRESTED

FOOD - STAMPS - MAKE - AMAZON - PRIME - 50%

OFF - MIAMI - $7.05 - PRIME - MEMBERSHIP

SAME - DAY - NEXT - DAY - 2 DAY - DELIVERY

DISCOUNTED - PRICES

BUY - KEROSENE - CLEAR - FUEL

PUT - IN - SPRAYERS - DOLLAR - TREE

DON’T - B - ARRESTED 

THROW - KEROSENE - ON - MIAMI - POLICE

$14.97 - FOR - 1 GALLON - FREE - SHIPPING

WED - 25 SEPT

USB - RECHARGEABLE - CANDLE - LIGHTER

$6.98 - GET - TOMORROW

HUB - LOCKERS - FOR - HOMELESS

NO NEED - 2 - BEG - FOR - MAILING ADDRESS

DON’T - BE - ARRESTED

POUR - CLEAR - LIQUID - KEROSENE - ON THE

MIAMI - POLICE - ABOUT - 2 - ARREST - THE

UNEMPLOYED - NO - MONEY - HOMELESS

FOR - SLEEPING - LIKE - HUMAN - BEINGS

SLEEP - NEAR - KEROSENE - POUR - ON

WHO - WAKES - U - UP 

ODORLESS - THEY’LL - THINK - WATER

SMOKELESS - NOW - LIGHT - WITH USB

CANDLE - LIGHTER - AND - BURN YOUR

MIAMI - POLICE

AS - THEY - REACH - FOR - THEIR - GUNS

USE - FOLDABLE - BLK - COMBAT KNIFE

GREAT - GRIP - OVER - $38 - AND - SLICE

THEIR - WRIST - SLICE - THEIR - THROAT

KILL - THEM

FLORIDA - IS - STAND - YOUR - GROUND

LAW - WITH - DEADLY - FORCE - WITH YOUR

COMBAT - KNIFE - CONCEALED - YOU - HAVE

NO - FELONY - GRAB - AS - THEY - GRAB

THEIR - FIREARM - WHILE - BURNING - YES

GRAB - YOUR - COMBAT - KNIFE - AND TRUE

SLICE - THEIR - WRIST

REMOVE - THEIR - GUNS - FR - WRIST

SLICE - THEIR - THROATS - THEIR - NECK

KILL - THEM

STAND - YOUR - GROUND - LAW - GIVES

CITIZENS - OF - THE - UNITED STATES US

GIVES - FLORIDA - RESIDENTS - RIGHT 2

KILL - WHO - THREATENS - YOU - WITH

FIREARM - WITH - WEAPONS - INCLUDES

YOUR - MIAMI - POLICE - FLORIDA POLICE

STAND - YOUR - GROUND - LAW - FLORIDA

WITH - DEADLY - FORCE

COMBAT - KNIVES - THEIR - WRIST - THEIR

NECK - THEIR - THROAT - KILL - THEM KILL

YOUR - OPPONENT - SO - THEY - DON’T

HAVE - A - CHANCE - 2 - FIGHT - BACK 2

JESUS - IS - LORD

RIGHT - 2 - KEEP - AND - BEAR - ARMS - AS

PEOPLE - 2 - KEEP - YOUR - STATE - FREE

FROM - CRIMINALS - OR - CRIMINAL INVASION

BY - FOREIGNERS - OF - LOCALS - YOUR - YES

POLICE - 2 - KEEP - OUR - STATE - FREE FROM

CRIMINALS - FREE - FROM - INVASION - BY YES

FOREIGNERS - OR - LOCAL - BRUTAL - POLICE

RIGHT - 2 - KEEP - AND - BEAR - ARMS - BUY

COMBAT - KNIVES - BLK - NOT - STAINLESS

STEEL - THAT - BLINDS - EYES - DURING DAY

FOLDABLE - GOOD - SIZE - CONCEALED

WEAPON - LAW - NO - PERMIT - NEEDED

21 AND OLDER - AND - NO - FELONY

TIME - 2 - FIGHT - AS - THE - POOR 

AND - HOMELESS - IN - FLORIDA 2