midway through cleaning

Rich || Jack Maynard

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Summary: This is basically a drabble with little to no plot, but it was fun to write and I quite like it and I hope you guys do too!!xo

Dedicated too: All the people who got bullied for being a little more wealthy: you are still human, you can still be humble, you are still appreciative. Focus on your goals for the future and stick to them lovelies




Ever since you were young and your fathers business began to multiply into a worldwide success, you always had everything you could’ve possibly wanted. Your mother spoiled you, and your father never failed to surprise you with the most expensive and luxurious gifts whenever he returned from a particularly long business trip.

However, your mother always made sure that you remained the humble, well mannered girl you  always had been. You knew that her main priority was making sure you didn’t turn into a cliche rich girl who didn’t appreciate anything she had. You never took advantage of any opportunities that presented themselves to you: and as you got older you began to work for your father, who was thrilled to have you join his team.

Even now, he’d still surprise you with presents every now and then, from new cars to handbags to simply a framed photograph of yourself and him. They were all of the same value to you: and if you were honest you always loved when he’s give you something like a photograph, as he’d obviously put love and care into it.

You met Jack when you were nineteen and he was twenty-one. He treated you like a princess from the moment he met you and treated you no differently when he found out how wealthy yourself and your family was. He simply shrugged it off, and grew to become good friends with both your mother and your father - who approved greatly of him.

Jack was your very own Prince Charming. He held your hand wherever you went and carried you up to bed whenever you’d fall asleep on the couch. He woke you up with a thousand kisses every morning and made sure to remind you of how much he loved you multiple times a day. That was when you realised, that money didn’t buy happiness, you just had to be patient and eventually, happiness would find you.

You were a bookworm, and had your own personal library in your apartment - something you’d always dreamed of. And even though you adored your apartment, when you first left home you were worried that you wouldn’t be able to handle the pressure; but you were a responsible adult and were determined to learn how to live without your mother. Eventually, you got the hang of everything, and your apartment became your home. You had photographs hung and music playing constantly, your favourite scented candle always burning. It was a dream.

It was a rainy Tuesday morning, and you were midway through cleaning your grand piano when you received a phone call from Jack, asking if he could bring his friends over to meet you today. You agreed happily, having been excited to meet his well regarded friends for quite a while but always being unable to find the time.

Luckily, you’d already attended a business meeting with your father in Central London that morning, and so you were already dressed and had just enough makeup on to boost your confidence enough to be meeting your boyfriends friends for the first time. You hum along to your music and swing your hips from side to side as you walk around the apartment, straightening everything up and making sure nothing had dust on it. Something you did daily, especially after insisting that you didn’t need a cleaner - you were determined to prove your mother wrong.

When your door clicks open you smile widely and glance over your shoulder, watching as jack led his awestruck friends into your apartment. You walk into his arms, brushing your lips against his and smiling against them, opening your eyes and looking into his deep blue ones lovingly. “Hi.”

He places his hands on you waist and pulls away, pecking your nose quickly. “Hi princess, the boys were all getting impatient and demanded to meet you today. I hope you weren’t too busy.” He frowns in worry, but you shake your head quickly, reassuring him that you didn’t have anything important planned.

“It’s fine, I’ve been wanting to meet these guys for months.” You smile up at him before turning to his friends and moving from person to person, sharing a few words of greeting and hugging them all lightly before smiling at them all and lifting your arms. “Make yourselves at home, you can touch anything you want, just try not to break anything.” You laugh, and they all nod, immediately jogging off in different directions of the room.

Joe headed to the room to your left which had an arrow pointing to it that said ‘Gaming Room’. Josh and Mikey walked over to the built in fish tank and began to point out all of the different breeds. Conor, even though he’d been to your apartment before, walks toward your piano and lifts the lid, reaching down and pulling out the music sheets that he’d sketched when he last visited. Oli heads into the kitchen and brushes his hands across the marble features, somewhat in awe of the beauty. Caspar runs over to the spiral staircase that lead up to your library, and after shooting you a quick look to make sure he could, he runs up them and into the library.

You smile in content ad turn around, winding your arms around Jack’s neck and smiling at him softly as Joe walks out of the gaming round you glance at him over Jack’s shoulder with a grin. He holds up his camera curiously. “Would you mind if I vlogged a little? This place is amazing.”

You shrug and nod, “go ahead. Just try to avoid filming the mess.”

He chuckles and nods in agreement, jogging back into the gaming room as Conor begins to play one of his own songs on the piano making you glance at him over your shoulder and smile gently. You adored listening to Conor play the piano, and seeing as he was the one who taught you to play in the first place, it only seemed fitting that you let him use the piano whenever he wished.

You look up at Jack and brush your noses together with a quiet giggle. “I think your friends like my house.”

He rolls his eyes and kisses you lightly. “They like you too.”

“Good, because I can see myself becoming quite good friends with them all at some point: and besides, Conor already spends the majority  of his free time here already, what harm could five other boys do?”

The answer? Well, lets just say, when they left that night, your kitchen was covered head to toe in flour and your gaming room was covered in crumbs and rubbish. As you stare at a patch of egg on your wall, you began to think that maybe taking your mothers advice and hiring a cleaner wouldn’t be such a bad idea.

the road so far ™:

1) i woke up like an hour or two later than i usually do, so i didn’t have time for a walk

2) cleaned the house

3) midway through cleaning the house, ran to the bank bc they close at noon

4) finished cleaning

5) sat in chair, wanted to reward myself with some disgaea 5 because i finished my gacha guild items

6) realized GG’s halloween hunt needs to be done in 10 days

7) realized i haven’t started on cherno’s hunt item either

8) panicked, opened blender, have been staring at the screen while i eat broccoli for like 15 minutes now

this is it.  this is hell.  i just want to watch halloween movies and play disgaea and maybe eat candy apples at a fair.  :<<<

Star Wars AU where Eren’s family died on Alderaan. Mikasa and Eren end up on a refugee planet scavenging in the dust and fighting for survival. They save up enough to bribe passage off the planet, and run. Eren is determined to be of use, to get stronger, and to never have to feel his loved ones disappear, ever again. When the ship they’re on gets raided by soldiers from Empire revivalist fractions, one of the soldiers grabs Eren and holds him hostage.

He is fifteen. 

He is vicious, and untrained in the Force and panicked as he was it is all he could manage to stab his attacker in the gut with a shard of transparisteel, before he is grabbed by the neck, armoured digits tightening in increments around his neck. Eren’s rage, however, does manage to send a pulse of anger and violence palpable to anyone with even a speck of Force sense. 

On the bridge of the ship, midway through a clean arc of blinding blue-white light, Levi Ackerman paused in his utter decimation of enemy forces. 

“Tch, there’s something other than smuggled cargo on this ship.” 

He ran towards the direction of that violent, desperate feeling in the Force, hastened by its diminishing strength. Whoever it was that sent that ripple out, they were dying. 

“Kid, are you dead?” Levi asked, nudging the sizzling, now-dead body of the Empire soldier with his foot, freeing the boy from under it. 

“Eren!” Mikasa was running down towards them. She was covered in blood, most of it was clearly not hers. (Wrong colour.) She helped him sit up as she eyed Levi warily.

“Thanks for saving me,” Eren coughed, looking up at Levi, eyes watering. 

Levi didn’t answer, just regarded the two of them, huddled together and blood soaked, his Force-sense singing at the proximity of the two. He opened his mouth to say something, but then the entire ship lurched with the distant sound of explosions. Levi, assessing his options, picked the two up, and ran.

“So I propose we bring them back with us. They can train under one of the old Masters.”

“Levi, we sent you and Smith to clean up the Titan fraction, not bring back a couple of strays,” the council member sighed. 

Levi said nothing. Both Eren and Mikasa were newly washed and robed, standing neatly, if nervously, behind Levi as they waited for the verdict. Levi had picked them up and ran, and tossed them onto the Ranger starship that Erwin and Levi had used. “We’re taking you with us, kids,” he’d said. 

As a result of Levi adopting two youths and deciding to keep them, he was left with the responsibility to oversee their training. It was a rare case, for a newly appointed Master to have two apprentices, both so young and untrained, but Levi Ackerman himself was a rare case in almost all senses, and the Jedi Order was understaffed, as it was. They needed new blood, and Levi was nothing if not skilled in the arts.

“Concentrate, Eren. Empty your mind. I can feel your frustration, you know,” Levi sighs, parrying Mikasa and twisting around to face the two. It had been four years, and the both of them had grown. Eren charged forward, braid trailing wildly behind him as he thrust his practice saber towards Levi. His feet were light, but his moves too obvious. Levi sidestepped and landed a blow against his neck lightly before flipping over him and parrying Mikasa, who had been circling around silently for a while now.

“That’s three for three, kids. Take a break,” he said, tossing towels towards his two charges. Mikasa was about ready to start being a fully fledged Knight. She had a razor-sharp focus and control of the Force, and the demeanour to conduct herself, as long as Eren wasn’t concerned. Eren was stronger, in a brute-force way. He had no subtlety, but the Force practically sang for him, when he needed it to. They would, before long, have to be separated.

The ceremony appointing Mikasa as a fully fledged Jedi Knight was small and quiet. She would be dispatched to a neighbouring planet as a bodyguard for a diplomat as her first mission. It would be three months before Eren heard from her without a comlink. He hugged her, their robes rustling as she adjusted her braid. 

“Here, take this,” Eren said, affixing something onto Mikasa’s hair. A red braided ribbon, in Alderaan colours. “For good luck,” he said, smiling as Mikasa engulfed him in a rib crushing hug. 

“It’s weird, now that it’s just the two of us,” Eren said, absently tugging at his braid. “What do we have to do on Corusant?” 

“Just a standard diplomacy meeting. It’s about time you figured out how to make nice with diplomats and the assholes of the bureaucracy,” Levi said, fiddling with the switches on their starship’s control board. 

Eren snorted. “Yeah, well I learnt how to play nice from you, oh Jedi Master mine.” 

A Force-enhanced forehead flick was surprisingly painful.  

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agejkbvka; I wrote myself into a corner ALL I WANTED WAS LEVI BRAIDING EREN’S HAIR??? but uh ok so he adopts these two trauma babies and makes them trauma murder babies for the LIGHT. Mikasa graduates and is the coolest Jedi ever, but Eren needs more training so he sticks around with Levi as they do Intermediate Jedi-ing. Eren’s braid gets longer. He starts having feelings for Levi. Levi says something about the code, Eren yells a lot about bullshit and not caring. Something terrible happens and somebody almost dies. Probably Levi because he had to save Eren because he realised he’s really fucking fond of his stupid orphan charge and his angry crying all the time. Look, Eren’s angry crying again. Eren snarls at Levi and makes all sort of insubordinate insults as he hauls his injured ass back to the starship as the warp back to Jedi HQ and get magic healing done. 

They make out, and continue saving the galaxy.