#I'm being flooded with asks I can't draw that fast!

[screamingtheo]

@zenkaiankoku @ayyy-imma-ninja @the-mcc @inkydoughnut

You all are being so nice :)

[wandasslut3000]

Welcome home

Pairing: Elizabeth Olsen x Fem!reader

Warnings: Smut 18+, fluff, mommy!kink, semi-clothed sex, pet names, sub!reader, praise, hair tugging, scissoring, cunnilingus, fingering, marking, teasing, choking, long distance relationship?

WC: 2.4k

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Lizzie was coming back home today. She'd been out of state for the past few weeks for her new movie, and although you couldn't be more proud of her, you’d missed your girlfriend painfully.

She'd FaceTime you every night before bed and wake you up with a good morning text.

Sometimes she'll call just to ask how you've been or if you'd eaten yet, always making you smile for how much she cares.

Lizzard🦎💚: Good morning princess, I'm boarding my plane. I can't wait to see you <3

Y/n: Yayy I'm so happy! Text me when you land baby, have a safe flight!

You bring your phone up to your chest, a wave of excitement flowing through you. You head into the kitchen and decide to make yourself breakfast, a simple eggs and toast.

Tapping your feet on the tile floor, you munch happily on your food, humming your own tune and thinking about all the things you'd do once you're back in Lizzie's arms.

Your mind starts to drift off into more explicit train of thought, imagining how her slender fingers would feel around your throat, how sweet she'd taste on your tongue, how fast she'd make you cum after so much time apart.

You blink rapidly, trying to ignore the growing wetness between your legs and regain your focus back to your eggs. You finish them in record speed, popping hints of toast into your mouth with each bite.

Once you finish, you wash your dishes. You then leave the kitchen and grab your keys, making your way outside and down the stairs of your complex. You get inside your car, start it and back out of the parking lot.

You drive yourself over to the nearest flower shop, parking your car in front of it and stepping out.

Heading inside the store, your nostrils are instantly flooded with the smell of all the surrounding plants.

You go straight for the roses, Lizzie's favorite, also making sure to grab some gardenias, mixing them in with the bouquet to help it pop.

You ask the florist to have a custom tag written on the side of the bouquet, a smile on your face as you wait patiently for him to make it and ring you up. 

Once you pay, you drive over to your local grocery store, grabbing a shopping cart and pushing it to the candy section. You grab a large chocolate bunny, and the cliche heart shaped box and put it inside.

You notice a wooden basket in the aisle across from you, grabbing it, you continue shopping till you're left with a stuffed teddy bear, a card, a fluffy blanket with little dogs on it and the chocolates from before.

You check out and drive back home, starting to set up your gift basket. You put the everything inside and start writing in the card you bought.

I'm so proud of you for being the big beautiful star I knew you'd always shine to be. I love you Lizzie.

You sign it, drawing a little heart next to your name, putting it in with everything else.

You grab your flowers, "Welcome home" written on the ribbon wrapping it, and place them next to basket on the table for the moment.

Your next task is getting yourself ready. You rush into your bathroom, stripping yourself of your clothes and going to take a shower.

As you make quick work to shave and keep yourself clean for her, the thoughts from earlier start coming back, a blush tainting your cheeks as you feel your core tingle.

Still, you regain your composure, finishing your shower and drying yourself off. You take a quick glance at your phone, knowing the flight from New York to L.A is only a few hours, and you'd already spent a good chunk of them shopping.

You find yourself a pair of white underwear with a tiny pink bow on it and decide to not to wear a bra, knowing that if anything were to happen, she wouldn't want to waste time on the pesky garment.

You throw on her burgundy NYU sweatshirt, and grey sweatpants, smiling when you realize her shirt still smells like her.

Sitting at your vanity you start to do your makeup, nothing too much, just a natural look.

You couldn't look a mess for the love of your life now could you?

Just as you finish up, you get a text from Lizzie telling you she'd landed and was in an Uber on the way home.

Your heart flutters, that rush of excitement returning to you as you feel butterflies in your stomach.

You sit on the couch, facing the door, the flowers in your hand as you wait for her like an obedient puppy, clutching your phone as you fight the urge to call her and ask how much longer she'd take.

As if right on cue, you hear the front door handle jiggle, Lizzie stepping inside with her luggage, your first instinct is to run up and practically pounce onto her.

"Baby!" You squeal.

She gasps, letting go of her bag and catching you as you wrap your arms around her, the flowers almost falling out of your grasp. She presses a kiss to your cheek, making you blush before you turn to kiss her.

"Well hello to you too." She grins, pecking your lips a few times, closing the door behind you two with her foot and setting you down, noticing the gifts you'd gotten her.

You hand her the bouquet and her smile widens. "Is this for me?" You nod, suddenly feeling shy as you notice the adoration in her eyes. "Got you presents."

Lizzie sniffs the flowers and her smile widens, she steps further inside your shared apartment, she makes her way up to the coffee table, her mouth opening slightly as she notices all the things you put together for her.

"You're so good to me." She turns to you, tears welling up in her eyes as she pulls you into a hug, kissing the crown of your head.

"You work so hard Liz, you deserve it." Gently, she backs away, turning to examine your gift basket.

The first thing she picks up is your card, opening it and a pout forming on her face. You look down at your feet bashfully, waiting for her to see the rest of her treats.

Slowly, she takes each out one by one, the chocolates, the bear and the blanket. She bites her lip in thought. You look up, "I would've gotten more but.. I didn't know if I had enough time."

She shakes her head, turning to you with her arms wide. She pulls you into her and picks you up again, your legs wrapping around your torso as your arms wrap around her neck, foreheads pressed against one another.

"This is more than enough babygirl, you make me feel so special. I only wish I'd gotten you something."

You shake your head, "You being here is a gift in itself, I'm so happy you're home." You kiss her again, leaving little pecks all over her face, making her giggle.

Lizzie walks the two of you over to your shared bedroom, laying down in bed together with your arms still securely around each other, you straddling her lap.

You start to press kisses onto her neck, sucking at the skin at the column of her throat, little marks forming in their wake.

Lizzie groans, pushing your head closer as she feels your hands slip under her shirt, your cold hands on her hot skin making her shiver.

"I missed you so much." You murmur against her, "Wanted to feel you everyday."

Lizzie backs away for a second to unbutton her blouse, revealing a gray laced bra. You moan at the sight, looking up at her for approval before you reached behind her to unclip it, discarding the fabrics.

You leave your marks on the tops of her breasts, moving downwards and circling your tongue around her areola, Lizzie throbbing at the feeling.

Just as you switch to the other breast, you're flipped onto your back, pinned underneath her as she kisses you, tongue swiping your lip, asking for entrance.

You grant it to her, whimpering into her mouth as she takes over. Your hands go to her hair, tugging the silky brown locks as you wrap your legs around her to keep her close.

She breaks the kiss, slipping off her pants and panties, leaving her bare in front of you. She shifts down between your legs, spreading them and rubbing up and down your thighs.

"So pretty like this, in my shirt all precious, my gorgeous girl." You blush at her praise.

"Lizzie please-"

"That's not my name is it now?" She mockingly pouts at you, tilting her head

"I'm sorry.. mommy."

"Much better." You're practically plead for her to give you anything, begging her and trying to reason that it's been too long without her, you'd missed her touch, her hands on you.

You needed her.

Lizzie finally gives in, bunching the sweater up and pushing it past your breasts, revealing them to her. You try to pull it off but she grabs your hand.

"Don't. Keep it on." You obey and lay back onto the pillows.

She takes a nipple into her mouth, the other getting twisted by her slim fingers. Your body quivers, little moans escaping you at the feeling of her toying with your chest.

Still, you craved more. "Mommy touch me... please I need it so bad."

She chuckles "Am I not touching you right now darling?" She pinches your nipple, making you squeeze your eyes shut.

"Yes.. j- just need you down there." You tilt your head downward trying to gesture what you wanted.

"Down where princess? C'mon you can tell mommy, use your words." Your face flushes red in embarrassment, taking her hand and bringing it between your legs.

"Need mommy to play with my.. my big girl parts." She lets out a faux gasp, almost taunting you, tugging at the hem of your sweatpants and pulling them down.

She notices your underwear and bites her lip, fiddling with the little bow. "Such a pretty princess." You whine, bucking your hips up towards her as your wetness made the fabric almost transparent.

Lizzie rubs your slit through your panties, teasing you with two fingers and watching as you writhe underneath her, a dark smile drawing itself onto her face at your whimpers.

"P-please don't tease, I need you."

She pushes your panties to the side admiring your glistening cunt. Finally she makes contact with you, making you throw your head back, moaning at the feeling of her fingers on you.

"F-fuck." You groan when she dips two fingers into your entrance, not even giving you a moment to adjust as she pumps them into you.

"God I love this tight little pussy, no matter how many times I fuck it, it still grips mommy so good." You whimper, your hand reaching down to grab onto her forearm as she keeps a steady pace.

"Unh- mommy.. please don't stop." She smirks before bringing her head down, taking your clit into her mouth. "Oh my god."

Her tongue swirls around your bundle of nerves, your hand moving to grip onto her hair as she takes you. Your hips grind against her tongue while your legs tremble, the feeling of your climax approaching quickly.

"Fuck m’gonna cum, gonna cum on mommy's pretty face." Lizzie takes this moment to nibble on your throbbing pearl, your eyes rolling in the back of your head as you let out a guttural moan.

You feel the waves of your orgasm rush through you, your walls clenching around Lizzie's fingers as you slowing come down from your high.

You feel her press her lips to your pussy before trailing back upwards. Leaving quick kisses up your stomach and chest.

She pulls her fingers out of you, bringing them to your lips and watching as you suck the digits clean. Moaning at the taste of yourself.

Her free hand reaches down to wrap itself around your throat, gently squeezing the sides of your neck. Her tongue melds with yours when she kisses you.

Lizzie positions her wet heat onto yours, grinding against yours, making your nails dig into her forearm as you convulse in pleasure.

"M-mommy.. s-still sensitive..." She shushes you, licking a stripe from the column of your neck to your earlobe before taking it into your teeth.

"Take what I give you princess, good girls let their mommies handle them as they please."

You whine, your folds fluttering as you feel yourself getting closer. Lizzie's sloppy wetness brushing against yours in the best way, making you see stars.

"Mmph- ah.. fuck mommy!" You cum, your body trembling. She follows soon after, both of your breathing heavy and ragged as you come back down to earth.

"I love watching you fall apart." She cups your cheek making your heart flutter at her endearment.

"Mommy?" She looks down at you adoringly, raising her brow. "What is it baby?"

"Can I.. Can I taste you?" Her smile returns, nodding her head. She positions herself above you, your mouth watering when you notice the build up of her arousal between her lower lips.

You grab onto her thighs, pulling her down as Lizzie grabs onto the headboard. You start to lap at her cunt, her eyes rolling into her head as she praises you.

One of her hands reaches down and tugs on your hair, pulling you closer to her as feel yourself get drunk off her juices.

"Oh there you go angel, so fucking good." That last bit comes off in a growl, her body rocking against your face as she feels her climax wash through her, a blissed out grin on her face.

Lizzie drops back into bed, kissing your puffy lips, the both of you moaning into eachother's mouths.

She finally takes this time to take off the sweater, pulling your now naked body into her arms and cuddling you.

She traces invisible lines onto your back and the two of you sigh happily at the skin to skin contact. She presses a kiss to your forehead as you slowly start to feel yourself drift off into sleep.

Your eyes start to shut as you lose yourself in the safety of her arms. "I love you." Is the last thing you hear her whisper before you fall in a deep sleep.

[hwanghyunjinenthusiast]

I will block you if you are minor and have no easily visible indication of your age on your blog if you interact with me in any way.

More inspiration from that Inside Seventeen video with the maknae line that I mentioned in my Dino post.

Okay but, imagine Awkward dad! Vernon trying his best with your son. He's entering the toddler stage which has caused a tonne of mixed emotions for both of you and, new hurdles as well. Now, Vernon loves your son with his whole heart but, understandably, these changes aren't easy for either of you. However, you can't help the warmth that floods your system when you watch him hover over your son as he walks, still rather unsteady on his little feet. You two have been extremely lucky though because despite all the changes that come with entering a new stage, your son is a happy little baby. Giggling at your husband when he eventually falls, Vernon picking him up to make sure he didn't hurt himself, a concerned expression painting his usually handsome face. You can't help but, smile at your husband's actions and, leave the room to let your favourite people interact with one another.

"I think we should try for another one," Vernon says, moreso whispers actually, to you once you two have settled in your bed for the night. Your son fast asleep giving you two time to spend together, your fingers interlocked over your stomach as Vernon spoons you from behind. You're surprised but, mostly confused by his words, "Try for another what?" You ask, shifting slightly to look at him inquisitively over your shoulder. To your surprise, your husband's cheeks are flushed and he's struggling to meet your gaze. Cute. Even after years of dating, marriage and having a child together, he would still get so, so shy and, you couldn't help but find it extremely adorable. "Another baby," he finally manages to mutter out, his eyes tentatively meeting yours while his fingers grip your own a little tighter. Oh. Another baby. You're quite taken aback by his broaching of this topic, if you're being completely honest. While you both knew that you wanted children, expanding your family hadn't really been a talking point in recent times with your son keeping you increasingly busy. You slowly turn in his arms to face your husband properly, wrapping an arm around him and rubbing his back to attempt to soothe his nerves from the minor bombshell he'd just dropped. "What brought this on?" You ask more curious than anything else. You feel his body relax marginally under your ministrations, his hand reaching out to eventually rest on your hip gently. He steels himself before finally finding the courage to speak, drawing random patterns on your hip with his fingertips, "I just- I just think that a new addition to our family would be welcome. Plus, y/s/n would get lonely, right? I think giving him a sibling would be a good idea too," he finally manages to get out. He's still studiously avoiding making direct eye contact with you and, the blush painting his cheeks is heading steadily into red territory. Before Vernon is able to blink, you've pushed him flat on his back and, straddled him. Your husband looks up at you in surprise, eyes wide while his hands instinctively fly to rest on your thighs. Taking him by surprise once again, you lean down to press a rather hard kiss to his lips, your fingernails digging into his chest lightly, leaving faint pink marks in their wake. "You're so fucking cute, you know that?" You utter against his lips once you eventually pull away, looking down at him through lidded eyes. Vernon was so confused. He's not exactly complaining, feeling his cock starting to harden and press against you but, he very much was taken aback. His confusion must be evident on his face because you say, "I mean, you're the one who suggested having another baby. I'm just jump starting the process. Plus, when you get all cute and shy like this, you know what it makes me want to do to you." You can't help the smirk that spreads across your face as you press down against his hardened cock and, your pretty babyboy whines in response, tightening his grip on your plush thighs.

[lilith-little-world]

Spoilers to The Isekai’d Oracle

Sun wukong x Fem. Reader

Here are some future scenes, that I plan to write. Hopefully, I won't spoil too much, I still need to keep some mystery to this.

“You’re pretty lucky, if that goddess didn't react fast enough, your soul would have been consumed by that blessing, congrats on escaping death a 4th time!”

The masculine figure applauded cheerfully, while you were on the ground. Your body felt like it was lit on fire, trying to burn away the very essence of your soul. Only a groan left you, the pain made it unbearable to do anything.

“Painful isn't it? I was in the same situation but I know a way to stop it.”

It took everything in you to look at him. He looked familiar.

“Now that's more like it! Also, for an Oracle, you sure do lack the ability to see into the future.”

A wicked smirk stretched upon his face, it was clear that he had an ulterior motive, yet the pain made it hard to care.

“What do you mean 4th time and why do you care if I can see the future or not?” You blurted out, after everything you won't be anyone’s pawn that easily.

“Technically 5th but who's exactly keeping count, I know you sure aren't. Anyways, have you ever thought of the reason that goddess gave you that title? Especially when you don't have that power.”

His steps hardly made a ripple on the blue waters. The once-sunset orange skies turned red the closer he got.

“Well let's not spoil anything, shall we? I know something that could change your life forever. If you get rid of that nasty human essence in your soul, you'll finally unlock that power. Join us, it's a lot more fun like this.”

“And if I don't?”

“That special power of yours will be locked and you'll be consumed by the blessing. Leaving nothing but an empty shell.”

He kneels trying to reach your eye level.

“I can send you back but you'll be on a time limit. Get rid of it and you no longer be in danger of disappearing.” He smiles at you, still clinging to his act.

“Why? Why are you helping me? If what you said is true, why?”

His smile finally drops. A hint of nervousness and shock was plainly shown.

“Do you not remember me? Then again, it has been a while for you. I'm hurt, I really thought you'll remember me.” He sighs, standing up and walking away.

“You didn't answer my question!”

“What do you like to say? Oh! It will all make sense in the future. Have fun [Name].” He snaps his fingers, your vision flooding with gold light, blinding you.

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“You know after the whole wanting to consume my soul, I would expect you to kill me within seconds.”

The chains hold your arms up while the pillar of ice forms around your legs.

“But come on it's been weeks! Just finish the job already!”

The Lady Bone Demon eye twitch.

“Maybe if you stopped melting the ice I could!”

“It's not my fault, I can't control it.”

“Yes it is!”

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You stare at the mural, the faint paintings of the Oracle were jarring. The details of it were amazing but what shocked you the most is how it looked exactly like you.

It was as if seeing a physical timeline of their life. The last thing is her being dressed in red.

“Did you painted this?”

“Tell me, how would it get here?”

“A simple yes would have been enough, you know?”

“Oh I know but you're not asking the right questions, so do you now believe us?”

“Nope, still think you guys got the wrong person.”

“The proof is right in front of you!”

“What proof, all I see are drawings.”

Wukong covers his face mumbling something in his native tongue.

“I give up, let's go.”

“Wait where are we going now?”

“You made a promise and I'm making sure you're keeping it.”

“I don't remember making no promise.”

“You're right, but she did.” He points at the mural. “Now let's go and get married. We're burning daylight.”

“Oh- wait what?!”

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“Come sit across from me, my little Oracle.”

You sat on the ground crisscross.

“What are we doing for today's lesson my lady, Guan Yin?”

“You’re going to start practicing meditation. We'll go easy and do it for 5 hours.”

“F-for 5 hours?”

“Is it too short?”

“No, on the contrary, my lady.”

“Then 2 hours?”

“A little less please.”

There was a short pause.

“An hour?”

You stayed silent, eyes darting away from the Mercy Goddess confuse stare.

“30 minutes?”

You didn't want to respond.

“Dear heavens, if you can't reach 10 minutes you're going to clean my temples for a month.”

“I'm sorry! Please forgive this poor spirit wandering mind, my Merciful and compassionate Goddess.” You cry, wiping away the fake tears.

“Oh fine, if you insist, we'll do 5 but I'm adding more lessons.”

“That's more like it, thank you for understanding Guan Yin!”

“Oh, I can't stay upset with my lovely oracle. We'll take things slow and easy. We have more than enough time.”

Her arm stretches and pats your head, affectionately.

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“You got 2 minutes to explain what you want and leave. If you fail, I will kick you out.” Macaque said being on edge. You kept your cool and ate some popcorn.

“The Lady Bone Demon is back and I want to piss her off by interfering with her plan.”

“Doesn't explain why you're here?”

“One, I wanted to see the show, and two, the lantern. She needs it so if you give it to me, I'll keep it safe... until she finds out.”

“Yeah no, thanks for stopping by and seeing the show but leave.”

“Come on, don't make this harder for me!”

“Last thing I want is to get anywhere close to the Oracle let alone work with you again.”

“Again?”

Before you can question it further, you fell through the seat. Landing outside of the theatre with a thud.

“That fucker! He made me drop my popcorn!”

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You walk up the path, already having it memorized. The small bird followed you very closely. You push the bushes aside making a mental note to trim it.

“Finally you're here! I was getting bored-” Wukong cuts off staring at you and then the baby crane.

“Who's the father?”

“I am not a fucking crane and I did not slept with anybody!”

You kicked the ground, throwing dirt into the trapped monkey. He let out a yell, using his one free arm to wipe it out of his eyes.

“It was a joke, you damn harlot!”

You kicked the ground again.

“I am not a harlot either!”

“Ahhhh, stop it already before I tear that foot off of you!”

The baby crane seemed to understand the situation and went to peck his face. Wukong groans and swat his hand at the bird trying to scare it off.

“She has your temper. Good fighting spirit too, you did a nice job at creating her. So how did it happened?”

“I have no clue, I was by my usual spot by the lake,”

“Such a typical crane spot.” He mutters. “Go on.”

“Then there was this wind and a plum blossom land on my skirt,”

“It's called a qun.”

“Are you going to keep on interrupting me?”

“Depends, continue please.”

“Hmph, fine, I picked up the blossom and now that I think about it there was a feather attached to it...”

“Have I ever told you how intelligent you are?”

“I will kick dirt into your eyes again.”

Wukong let out a laugh, making your cheeks a bright red.

“Moving on, I blew on it so it drift off in the wind. Next thing I knew it turned into a baby crane and it hasn't stopped following me.”

“Congrats on entering motherhood!”

“Ah, stop it with your teasing! You're not helping.”

“I can eat her and call it a day.” He grabs the chirping bird that tried to escape his hand.

“No, no, no! Wukong stop it, that’s not what I meant!”

“I’m joking! I would never eat your child, maybe if you annoyed me again, I might consider it.”

You yank the poor bird out of his grasp. Quickly nesting into your arms.

“You’re awful, you know that.”

“Trying having a mountain pinning you down for a hundred years. Let’s see how good your mood is after that.”

You blow a raspberry at him. The small crane mimics the sound trying to show her annoyance with the monkey.

“Great now there are two little cranes running around.”

“I am not a crane, I'm a human!”

[demonfox38]

Completed - House Flipper 2

All houses are living creatures of chaos, when you get down to it.

There are many arts I'm not great at. Most fiber crafts for one. Watercolor painting, two. Interior design, big time. Like, I'm not going to let my house get filthy, and I'm going to keep everything running to the best of my ability. (Hell, there's something empowering about replacing a toilet's float!) But, by nature? I'm just about keeping things picked up and in general functional order. If you're gonna ask me about what's fashionable when it comes to interior decorating, you're going to get a response that looks like something out of a 1970s Sears catalog. I'm about being functional, economical, and comfy when it comes to my house. Not cool or trendy.

Cool people don't have a wood-paneled basement, oak-laminate particleboard cabinets, or CRT television sets.

Since I'm an aficionado for mid-to-late century American interiors (and the weird vibes they can produce), I tend to follow blogs online that showcase such rooms that still exist in the modern era. Two such blogs include Unteriors and Roomhole. As a response to Unteriors, another blog called Unteriors-In-House-Flipper-2 has crossed my dashboard from time to time. Their skill in rendering such locations is shockingly good. Like, I think you could trick people into thinking these were real-world images. As someone who has dinked around with a few 3D editors, I was fascinated about the tool they were using. What was "House Flipper 2"? How could its users make something that looked so good so fast?

Well, practice is an obvious answer. Familiarity with the tools. A good understanding of lighting, too. But, having the tool be pretty good to begin with also helps!

As the name implies, "House Flipper 2" is a design tool/game that simulates the reconstruction (or straight up construction) of various spaces. You can do this either to your own whims or to those of various clients in the game's story mode. While a person can just dive right into a sandbox and mess around with tools as they see fit, the story mode does give structure and context to how each tool works. The plot there is nothing to write home about, but the houses themselves…man. No shit "Crime Scene Cleaner" is a game that exists. Garbage-based jump scares abound, and I'm not just talking about the awful wallpaper your character's parents keep putting up.

Hmm. Both "House Flipper 2" and "Crime Scene Cleaner" are under the Playway publisher page in Steam. The games have different developers, but I do wonder if their staff members were talking to each other. Perhaps even sharing employees…

If a player is hoping to get something a little deeper than an HGTV television show in terms of plot, they may come away disappointed from "House Flipper 2." I'm not saying that a person can't draw their own conclusions from the details they find around the house they are cleaning. (I'm pretty sure a couple was copulating in the bathroom at one house concert, for one.) You're just not going to deal with anything more complicated than cleaning up a house post-flood. Which, trust me. At the risk of beating a dead horse, I have a lot of empathy for that. But, it's not exactly navigating the factional relationships between Pinnacove town citizens and designer corporation Accenzo, like being in some kind of housing-based "Shin Megami Tensei" RPG. It's just generally trying to make people happier.

I mean, if we're being super honest, most of them pissed me off via jealousy over familial/economic stability and being able to pursue their own dreams. But, I did think it was pretty cool that one of my clients had vitiligo. I mean, I guess all video games with Michael Jackson in them also star someone with vitiligo, but that's a unique and thoughtful design choice.

To complete your jobs, you get (or gain access to) the following options:

Hands (for moving objects around)

Flipper Tool (responsible for selling or duplicating items, as well as changing their appearance post-purchase or copying their style)

Collecting Trash

Cleaning (for stains and windows)

Vacuuming

Demolishing (for wrecking walls)

Building (for building walls)

Edit Wiring (to hook your electronics up to switches)

Surface Finishes (for tiling, wood, and wallpaper)

Painting

Most are intuitive, once you get access to them. The more you use them, the more perks and abilities you can unlock for them. Since there's not a great real-world equivalent for the Flipper Tool, that one may take a little more time to get used to. Just remember that it has a submenu for selecting its various features, and you should be good to go.

Client demands are highlighted on your tool wheel with yellow exclamation points. Getting into your quest menu will also show you an itemized list of tasks to perform. When you have a tool selected, you can hit a Flipper Sense button to have what needs to be acted on highlighted in yellow. Very handy, especially when you can't see what to destroy or clean up.

Usually, you'll have the best luck doing the following in order:

Sell off unwanted stuff.

Bag trash.

Vacuum.

Clean stains.

Clean windows.

Paint.

Resurface walls and floors.

Buy wanted stuff (and arrange as desired.)

Unpack boxes (for stuff the client has already purchased.)

Some of your objectives get hidden behind furniture, so be sure to fling that aside if you get stumped. Might as well spam the Flipper Sense, too. You do get points for it, after all!

The only "threat" you have is your budget. I put that in quotes because, assuming you are following the client's requests, you should never go anywhere near running out of money. Even in your own projects, you can repeat previous jobs to get more cash, should you get in a pinch. Just put in enough attention and elbow grease to max out your job to three stars, then cash out.

You do get into a lull, working through those jobs. At a certain point, you may hit a level of brain fatigue with redesigning whatever items your customers want you to purchase and just give into their requests, regardless of how you feel about the style of the products you are purchasing. The game's just checking that you made the right purchases, not that you placed them well or used a certain style. Perhaps this brain fatigue is what makes coming across a junked-up room all the more shocking. You're just trying your best with making an efficient, pleasant space, and wham! Thirteen pizza boxes chucked across an attic space, complete with grease stains sinking into the hard wood floors. Like, there's worse things to find in a house. I've seen worse in real life. But, it doesn't mean that it didn't make me curse or shudder.

Man, though. I get where real-life house flippers just keep doing the same crap over and over again. White walls and gray laminate floors aren't just the results of creative bankruptcy and penny pinching. It's also mental fatigue and executive dysfunction.

Additionally, the game will occasionally treat you with a furniture assembling mini-game. Successfully getting at least 2 stars on your assembled product will grant you a small discount to purchased items of that class in game (somewhere between 2-6%, depending on the difficulty of the item in question.) They work well enough, despite some arguments I had with the game's camera. Whoever made the time limits to beat on those mini-missions needs to have some kind of intervention for whatever stimulants they are abusing, though. Like hell I'm repeating something that took me 20 minutes to put together just because they think it can be done in 15.

You can also platform across "Floor is Lava" maps, but man. I'm just here to fix up houses.

If you did want to cut out the story and get right to the point, a sandbox mode is available for you. The tools aren't an exact 1 to 1 with the tools you get in the story mode, but there's enough overlap that playing the story mode will help you out here. Additionally, there are tools for assigning quests, jobs, etc. in the event that you want to upload your map to mod.io and have other players play your map. You can also control the lawn growth and punch holes in the map, which man! Would have I liked those options in the main game.

When you are allowed to take full control over a house and exercise your skills, you will likely be happy with the variety of colors, textures, and items to play with. The furniture is somewhat restricted to modern creations akin to something you'd find in IKEA or on Wayfair, with only select deviations made for the occasional appliance to look mid-century modern. (Which, for someone who has a fair amount of CRT television sets around the house, is a bit of a bummer. The one CRT they have in game is just not the vibe I'm going for, either.) Each furniture item and texture set can be dyed in at least three sets of color styles separated by vibrance, sometimes also coming with different pattern, wood, or metal types. In the right circumstances, you can also use photos off your own computer for additional artwork! For someone that remembers the more static days of the original Sims release, it's particularly impressive! Significantly fewer dead people around, too.

I'm always amused when guys discover exactly what gals did in "The Sims" games. Those games were pool-based slaughterhouses. Girls had to get their cool graveyards somehow.

When I had hiccups with the game, I could get around most obstacles by figuring out how to talk to the game in its own logic. Like, once I removed a timber log to paint behind it, then had to resize said log into a sliver to get it back into place, then resize it once more to its original size. Hooking up electrical wiring also wasn't explicitly taught, but I figured it out after messing around with light settings in a ranch house. The only problems I had that couldn't be fixed were being unable to cut triangular shapes out of bricks or placing bricks down in spots where the game arbitrarily said no. Annoying? Sure. But, that's a surprisingly low limitation.

Although, it would have been nice to be able to manually freeze items into a single group. Or, just have a bunch of items for purchase as a group. (Like, I'm talking having a block of books instead of having to arrange one at a time. I suppose you could put them onto a tray, move them, then delete the tray, but man. That feels weird.) Also, it's kind of weird that there are so many toys, but not a generic teddy bear or doll. Like, there's action figures for fake games, but not much in the way for dolls or stuffed animals. I don't know. Just seems like a thing kids would have.

Another weird thing—I ended up having this intermittent input issue with a Nintendo Switch controller that I was using from time to time. For whatever reason, right stick input would lock into a counter-clockwise circle, and I'd have to shake it out of that bad behavior. I doubt many people are using Switch controllers for PC gaming, but hey. Guess I’m weird like that. (I didn't have any issues with an Xbox 360 controller or the standard keyboard and mouse, for what that's worth.)

"House Flipper 2" is an awesome tool that happens to have a decent game mode attached to it. I am wondering how this could be used more as a partner tool or competitor to something like Sketchup more than expanding the boundaries and lore of Pinnacove. I imagine an average interior designer could get a lot of use out of something like "House Flipper 2," even if that's not the exact purpose of it. A person is never going to get exact furniture matches with it, but I imagine you could at least mock up a room relatively quickly with it. To those in the right industry, that might be pretty neat.

The base price for "House Flipper 2" is around $39.99 with a bonus DLC Starter Pack for $9.99. I suspect this price may change depending on how many people they want/need to pull in for co-op playtesting, so watch for any potential sales. I'm not exactly certain how many of my readers would be into building homes and decorating them, so for them, this may be too expensive. But, hey. It's important to engage in non-violent, constructive play, from time to time. This is a good way to do just that.

Although, if an option opens up to smash some digital NIMBY or HOA president's car in with a sledgehammer, I'm all for that, too. Gotta make this housing market more affordable somehow.

[starlight-and-whiskey]

More People than Ghosts: Ch3 On the Wind

"On the wind the wolves are howling She cries 'they're drawing near' Turn around, turn around, my darling. No, the wolves are here"

- The Wolves • Watchhouse

Reminder for 18+ Part 1 Part 2 Part 4

A sense of accomplishment flooded Eleanor’s veins; a grin plastered on her face and her arms weaved around Arthur’s waist as she settled behind him atop his mare. She’d not managed to kill a thing while they’d been out hunting, but she’d gone out. She’d laughed, and for a few hours, she’d forgotten.

The day’s moments played over in her head on repeat. Arthur’s hand moving from her shoulder to fold around her waist, bracing her for the recoil. His lips so close to her neck that she could feel the warm puff of his breath against her jaw, could smell that comforting heavy musk of campfire smoke and tanned leather.

"Breathe slowly. Don’t snatch at the trigger.”

"Thank you", she beamed, giving his waist a gentle squeeze. Eleanor could feel the deep rumble of a chuckle through his back and smiled a little wider.

"Ain't nothing. You did good".

They'd been riding almost an hour when Arthur pulled his horse to a stop, keen eyes surveying the horizon.

"What is it?" She asked, unease tingeing her voice as she peered around his broad shoulder to look out across the hills.

"Storms coming in." He said, pointing to the distance. "See?"

She followed his finger to the looming dark cloud rolling steadily towards them, engulfing the sky. A distant rumble of thunder cascaded down the hills in warning.

"Looks bad. We'd better make camp. Ain't gonna get too much further before it hits."

Every last inch of self-confidence that the hunting trip had bolstered suddenly melted away as Eleanor scanned their surroundings, eyes wide. Making camp out in the plains? She couldn't. Leaving camp had been enough of a hurdle, but sleeping out? The last time she'd made camp they'd come for her. Smack in the middle of the night, being dragged from pleasant slumber by the rip of slashing knives through canvas, the glint of a blade against her throat as she struggled to separate dream from reality. Too scared to scream, to fight. And then…

"I can't..." she murmured quietly, her muscles frozen.

Arthur twisted to look over his shoulder, a hand absently falling over hers as it rested on his side, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"You can”, he nodded assertively. “I'm right here. You don't wanna be outside when that storm comes."

"I-"

"Do you trust me?"

She opened her mouth but no sound came out.

"Do you trust me?" He repeated, firmer.

Eleanor forced her eyes to meet his.

"Yes."

"OK, let's move." Arthur pulled Eleanor's arm tighter around his waist, holding her hand firmly at his naval as he kicked in his heels and spurred the horse on in search of a decent spot to make camp.

***

"Here's a good spot", Arthur said more to himself than to her, swinging himself down off his horse with measured ease. When he extended a hand up, Eleanor hesitated. He offered it again, nodding with eyebrows raised. You can do this.

As Arthur hammered in the last few pegs, spots of rain had already started to fall, the light becoming engulfed by dense black clouds.

Working quickly, Arthur set up his bedroll and blanket, holding open the flap of the tent. When Eleanor remained rooted to the spot, Arthur's eyes drifted to her shaking hands, and felt his heart squeeze. "Go on now. Don't be getting wet".

Wordlessly, Eleanor complied, crawling inside the small tent before Arthur followed, tying up the entrance tight against the howling wind.

Arthur searched for words, something to soothe her but came up blank as she sat awkwardly in the dim light, knees pulled up to her chest, wide eyes fixed on the entrance to the tent as if in a trance. As the moments passed, the temperature continued to drop, the rain coming thick and fast.

Eleanor flinched when something brushed her shoulder, snapping her from hideous memories. It had only been Arthur, tenderly draping the faded blanket around her shoulders.

"You were shaking", he reasoned quietly.

"Oh."

They huddled inside, sides almost touching in the cramped space as flashes of lightning illuminated the inside of the small tent, rain pounding hard on the canvas. At the deafening rumble of thunder, she flinched, nervous fingers fisting at the blanket, gripping it tight around her chest.

"It was storming when they took me", she said quietly, her voice barely audible over the pounding rain. "Couldn't hear a thing save for the rain. Couldn't see them in the dark. They just sliced open my tent and..."

Arthur remained silent as she trailed off, her stare never moving from the knots holding the tent flaps closed, tears welling in her glistening blue eyes.

"I used to love thunderstorms. They even took that from me."

Her now healed wrists ached something fierce, as though bound again in invisible shackles. She could smell the musty scent of mildew that had mottled the damp wooden walls of her small confines.

As her breathing quickened in her chest, Eleanor clawed at the soft grass beside the bedroll, focusing hard on the smell of Arthur inches from her in an attempt to ground herself.

You're not there. You're safe.

Soft grass. Black coffee. Tanned leather.

You're safe.

A flash of lightning lit up the tent for a brief moment, and Arthur recognised that wild, terrified look in her eyes once again.

You're with Arthur. You're safe. Soft grass. Campfire smoke. Sweet tobacco. You're-

When the closely chasing crash of thunder echoed suddenly through the surrounding woodland, Eleanor let out a small whimper through tightly clenched lips as the tears spilled over, curling further in on herself as vivid memories crashed over her like a tidal wave, threatening to swallow her whole.

Without thinking, Arthur wrapped his arms around her shaking body, pulling her firmly into his chest. To his surprise, she didn't recoil, instead grabbing at his jacket with shaking hands and burying her face into his shirt.

"You're okay" He whispered, pressing his lips into the curls of her hair as he cradled her head with a broad hand, his other arm wound tight around her shuddering frame. "Ain't no one gonna hurt you with me here."

Arthur heard the unmistakable hitching of breath devolving into wracking sobs as she finally broke down, his shirt quickly dampened with hot tears. It only served to make him grip tighter. "Shhh. You're alright. I got'cha. It's okay...you're okay."

They stayed that way for a long while, Arthur cradling her against his firm chest, rocking gently and humming a sweet melody until the thunder began to slowly creep away.

"Feel so stupid", she mumbled against the wet patch of his shirt, fingers finally loosening their grip. Her entire body ached, her head pounding.

Arthur smiled sadly, whispering into her hair. "Ain't stupid."

Gently, he pulled back, his calloused palm tenderly cupping her jaw to lift her face up, all red and blotchy. "You look exhausted", he said quietly, brushing away the last streaks of tears on her hot cheeks. "Still not sleeping?"

"No", she whispered, eyes averting his gaze.

Arthur's hand squeezed her arm. "Come on, lay down."

When she hesitated, Arthur nodded briskly. "I'll stay awake. You'll be safe."

Exhaustion finally won out and she complied, awkwardly laying back on the bedroll as Arthur wrapped the now fallen blanket over her.

"Would..." Eleanor began, before trailing off, puffing out a sheepish sigh and shaking her head.

"Hm?"

"No, it's nothing."

"Would what?"

"Would you hold me?" She asked meekly, feeling more like a child than she had done in decades.

Arthur smiled solemnly, brushing back her hair. "Sure."

Eleanor heard the comforting sound of Arthur's soft sigh as he lay next to her, shuffling to make more room for his hulking frame.

Despite her stinging eyes, Eleanor fought to keep them open, curling into Arthur's chest as he wound a strong arm around her shoulders, his other arm resting on her waist.

"I used to be scared of the dark", Arthur said quietly against the dark, his chin resting on the top of her head. "Back when my momma died."

Eleanor's brow furrowed, focusing on his whispered words and the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath her cheek.

"I was 5, maybe 6. She got real sick. My daddy, well... he weren't good for much." Arthur licked his lip, pausing for a moment and focussing on the drum of raindrops above them.

"He used to hurt my momma. She tried to hide it o'course, but I knew. Then when she died, he didn't have anyone to hurt anymore. 'Cept me."

"This one time, he-" Arthur cleared his throat, a little taken aback at how easily the words were spilling from his gut. He'd never told anyone before. Not Dutch. Not Hosea. Not even Mary. "He locked me in the closet. Slid a broom handle through the fixings and left...  Nearly three damn days I was stuck in there. Alone. In the dark. Felt like a lifetime."

Eleanor felt Arthur's adams apple bob as he swallowed thickly.

"I'm sorry", she whispered against his chest.

Arthur pursed his lips and pushed out a slow, steady breath, before sniffing hard and clearing his throat.

"Ain't told no one that before."

"Why you telling me?" Arthur's arms wound a little tighter around her body, wetting his bottom lip with the tip of his tongue.

"Thought it might make you feel a little less alone."

She considered the words for a moment, readjusting her body to press a little closer against Arthur's, giving him a subtle squeeze.

"Thank you."

[killerrobot-killingmatch]

I'm sorry for the drama that seems to be happening on your blog right now. As another nontraditional pronoun user, i understand what you're saying. (I personally wouldn't expect people to go back and edit posts or messages even if they misgendered ME, a real actual person) Mistakes happen sometimes. You didn't know, and now you do. You promised to use the correct pronouns moving forward and that's all i think anyone could reasonably ask of you. You're well within your rights to block users or close your askbox or stop engaging or take a break or whatever else you need in order to exercise your own boundaries or feel comfortable on your blog. I'm looking forward to this tournament and I really hope this doesn't dissuade you from continuing it, but I'll understand if it does

(Also no pressure to reply to this ask if you don't want to! I have no desire to bring down another reply chain on your head)

I appreciate this. I was hoping to answer the few ask I had but now I'm a bit low on spoons. But I have free hours tomorrow so anyone waiting or who sends one should get a response.

Worry not, the poll will go on. Submissions are still open and going strong. Pronoun discussions aren't enough to stop me. I think if we can't talk about both sides of being an untraditional pronouns users, then we can't ever make progress as a community. But I know where I'll draw the line if this discussion doesn't go the way I wanted.

It's not meant to be disrespectful, it's just an added task on a very long list of task running a poll. That tag's about to be flooded with propaganda with the correct pronouns for it, so I genuinely am sure my post is going to get buried pretty fast anyway.

[help-im-a-gay-fish]

It's A Long Road to Recovery.

(post Dark-Cream story)

"How's the water my Love? " Cross asked, dipping the tips of his fingers into the bath.

"perfect" Dream replied sinking slightly deeper into the water. The warmth wrapped around his bones and felt amazing on all the aches and pains.

"you got it just perfect"

The guard smiled wide "I'm glad to hear that, soak as long as you want, you deserve it"

The two had returned to the place they called home and Cross had drawn his beloved a bath. If Cross had it his way, he would have attempted to create a full spar treatment to pamper the bruised guardian. However, Dream had been more then happy to have something simple and the way he sighed as he relaxed in the water filled Cross with warmth.

It was so good to be home, even if it was mostly just a void with some rooms and things, it felt like home now. Though Cross wondered, with no anti sanses did that mean that him and Dream could settle down? They were engaged after all.

That thought make him smile wider. it had definitely been a long journey, but now that it was over him and Dream could finally be together. A family.

The gloopy mass had mostly washed off him now, though his joints where not completely free of it. Sadly, the lack of gloop now revealed just how damaged Dreams body was. There where huge cracks running across many of his bones and many bruised and stained areas. Then there was his eye.

Cross was trying hard not to look at it, but he didn't want Dream to know he was. Of course Dream was still beautiful, he always would be, but that didn't make it easy.

The wound was large and caused Cross to think about how it must have felt for him during the transformation. He hadn't seen the whole thing, but the sounds of Dreams bones splitting and his cries of agony became present in his mind whenever he looked at the eye.

It made him shudder to think of the pain he must have, and still was in.

"how's the" he started glancing away "the.... Eye?"

Dream sat up a bit.

"it's fine.... Mostly numb really"

He could sense his partners concern and didn't want to tell him the whole truth. It was painful and throbbed slowly, especially when touched. It threaten to hurt for a long time, not that it was a punishment he didn't deserve.

As soon as he was done in the bath he'd have to bind it.

Dream felt no shame in Cross being there while he bathed. He knew he wanted to stay in the water for a few hours, and those where hours that he wanted to spend with Cross. So therefore he'd asked Cross to join him.

The guardian stretched, wincing slightly as his back bones slid together. It ached and probably would for quite a while.

He pressed his fingers into the crook of his elbow joint, sighing in relief as more of the gloop stuck there gave way. The slime had dried and jammed up most of his joints, making him feel stiff and useless. It would take hours to clean, but it seemed like the warm water was helping it give way.

Taking a breath, he ducked his whole head and body under the water. Laying there under it for a few moments to soak, before resurfacing for air.

There was a trickle as Cross continued to flick the surface of the water with his fingers. Dream lent forward to shake the water from his skull and felt a sharp pain in his back. It didn't last very long but it was quite a surprise so it caused him to suck in air quickly through his teeth. Cross looked up straight away.

"Dream!?"

Dream took a breath and slowly moved his body back so he was lent against the bath again. The pain stopped.

"j-just moved to fast.... It will be fine, Nightmare said the first day was the most painful"

"right" Cross said, still concerned but with a slightly harder tone. "Rest...."

"I will Crossy, if Night was able to run, I'll be able to take care of myself" Dream replied, trying to sound reassuring.

He scooped up some of the bubbly foam from the waters surface in his hand and blew it in Cross' direction. Cross batted it with his hand in a playful cat-like fashion.

Dream smiled, seeing Cross acting playfully with him, it had been a long time since they'd been able to just exist as a couple. He would have continued to blow bubbles at him, but an intrusive thought ruined the momentary joy and it made him freeze.

" ¿Estaba él en este dolor?" he asked quietly. Cross glance sideways at him.

"hm?"

"Nightmare..." Dream clarified "......was he....is he in this pain?" Cross sighed.

"Dreamboat, you need to focus on your own recovery" he said, once again flicking the bath water with his fingers, though slightly more aggressively.

His tone was firm and slightly bitter "I know you worry, but he has Killer"

Shifting his legs around a bit, Dream sighed. He knew his partner was right, he shouldn't let himself worry about Nightmare to much, they would be in contact in a few days.

Yet he just couldn't help it. If he was in this bad of shape after a few months, then how bad would it be for Night after hundreds of years.

"but what if he-

-just drop it!"

Startled at Cross' tone, Dream flinched slightly. He wasn't used to Cross speaking to him like that and he didn't like it.

He narrowed his good eye at him and the soldier sheepishly looked away. Dream sensed shame from him, but also anger. His emotions were a mess.

"sorry i just meant-

-You're still thinking about what he did to you....."

Cross' shoulders tensing confirmed to Dream that he was right. His expression softened.

"Cross..."

"it's not just what he put me through" he said, still avoiding Dreams gaze "it's what he did to you... And heaven....." his voice trailed off and his eyes watered slightly.

Dream felt his soul twist as the memories flooded in. Feeling suddenly very cold, he lowered his legs deeper in the water.

Cross squeezed his eyes shut and shook the tears away. Before opening his mouth to keep speaking, but closing it again.

"oh.. Cross" Dream said, reaching forward in an effort to comfort him. But he soon lowered his arm when Cross continued to speak.

"I know he's your brother... And I know you want to reconnect with him...." he swallowed and turned back to his lover. "I'm not gonna stop you... And I'm not going to hold a grudge, I just need.....

".... time" Dream said finishing Cross' sentence. Cross nodded in response.

He felt selfish just saying it

Even if Dream seemed to understand he still felt bad.

The reality of everything was still catching up with him and it was a slightly rough reality.

He'd been on happy to see his beloved gloop free and happy, that he'd completely pushed aside any kind of confrontation he'd had in mind for Killer or Nightmare.

Both had serious partaking in his pain and he hadn't realised how much he resented them until now.

But the reality that had just hit him was that Dream was going to reconnect with with his brother and if Cross was going to be Dreams husband then Nightmare was going to be a part of his.... Family.

"........"

That thought hurt.

Dream stared at his partner for a long time, as Cross watched the water flicking under his fingers. Cross' emotions were very negative, Dream knew he needed to say something.

"it's ok Mi Soldado, you aren't the only one. .."

Cross looked up at him again.

"I may have forgiven him in my head, but I still need to forgive him in my heart". He struggled to keep his voice steady.

"I-it's been so many years"

he bent over his knees and hugged his legs tightly.

"just like my face, there are a lot of cracks to heal..." he'd sighed "it's not just you"

Cross' emotions calmed slightly and he relaxed at Dream's reassurance.

"Its going to be a long road to recovery Crossy, for all of us"

Cross gave him a soft smile, and reached forward to cup his soapy cheek.

"I'll be here every step of the way" he said in a gentle tone.

Dream melted.

He leaned over to catch Cross in a kiss and the soldier happy obliged. It was a soft and affectionate kiss. Something that they had both been needing in that moment.

After pulling away Dream sank back into the water with a sigh. For the first time in a long time, he felt that things were going to be OK.

So here I am was another little bonus Dark-Cream scene. I came up with this recently and sketched it out. I wasn't originally gonna finish it but @zu-is-here asked me to so I did. I'm not really 100% satisfied with it you know? The bubbles was horrible to draw, I'm proud of the water and the bones though. The writing was just a cute Scene I came up with. Because it can't just be all fine and dandy can it? Nightmare put them both through hell and everyone needs time to heal. Idk if that makes sense? But I hope you enjoyed.

Original cross and dream belong to jakei95 and jokublog

Original shattered dream belongs to @galacii-gallery

Based off the Dark-Cream ship by @zu-is-here and the comic by @zu-is-here

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

❛ INSECURE ❜

with Filip ‘Chibs’ Telford.

Request: I’d love if you could write something for me, it’s kinda personal but I’d love to read it, it’s something a lot of people could relate, something about having panic attacks during intimacy? Like during sex or foreplay triggered by feeling like you’re underperforming or not good enough. Preferably with one of the SOA guys maybe chibs Tig or happy, love your writing ❤️

BY ANON

Warnings: nsfw, smut.

Word count: about 1.7k

Aurora says: this writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!

Gif credits: to the author.

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You didn't want to, but you fell in love with him inevitably at first sight.

But something stuck in your head doesn't let you take a step forward.

You have never gone beyond kissing, after a month playing his game.

Juice told you that he's someone overconfident, but looks like you are making him doubt.

You are dying to have some kind of intimacy with him, but every time you try it, there's a panic installed on your chest that makes you run away from Chibs.

“No' this time, lass”, he thinks.

Urging you to jump onto him and surround his waist with your legs, without caring about who is looking at you two, he takes you to his dorm. Outside of the clubhouse it's happening another Samcro party, so he can't have some time with you, without being bothered. His lips are devouring yours rashly and desperately, groping the door to find the knob and turn it. Coming into the room, he closes it behind his back. His steps lead the two of you to the center of the bed, lying there with his huge hands pawing your body. And of course you want to continue, feeling how he gets comfortable among your legs, but the bitter sensation appears again. Pressing his chest with your palms to push him away, you break the kiss that has you running of air.

He's looking at you confused, with a disappointed gesture on his face. And you are so sorry for him, but your insecurities are stronger than your desire. Kneeling over the mattress and sitting on his heels, Chibs rubs his face with both hands, heavily snorting as he strokes his hair to the back of his head.

“Is it me?”

His question takes you by surprise, licking your bottom lip and flying your gaze to somewhere in the room. You shake your head in the time that two fingers hold your chin, urging you to look at him.

“Then, wha'? Wha' don't ye wa—”.

“What if I'm not good enough to please you?”

Filip is looking at you with parted lips, without can believe your words.

He gives you some space.

Some minutes.

Some calm.

Chibs lies down by your side, embracing you against his body.

He gives you some confidence to talk about your sexual experiences, about the guys you have been with, about how they treated you like shit. About that they weren't pleased by you, and they all ended up cheating you.

About what you really feel for him.

About that you don't want to lose him, just because you can't give him what he wants.

And you are terrified of Chibs saying that it's okay for him to not continue with you.

But he doesn't.

He kisses you again. Slowly. Kicking out your worries from your body.

“What if we just play this time?”

His fingertips tour your left thigh, lifting up the skirt of your dress some inches, enough to settle his hand between your legs. His ringed forefinger presses your center over the wet fabric of your panties, while one of your hands strokes the bulge under his rigid jeans. Chibs grunts against your lips, slightly rocking his hips, in the time he puts away the piece of clothing covering his most precious treasure. Really easily sliding two fingers inside you, a moan escapes from your mouth. His long and thick digits stretch your walls deliciously, needing some help to undone his belt too focused on the pleasure he's giving you by his hand going back and forth.

His hard dick springs free, as soon as he can roll up his clothes enough on his thighs. Your fingers hold it carefully, using your thumb to stroke the head of his erection, spreading the pre-cum all over his extension. That makes it easy to jerk him off. Starting with a low pace, you move in total sync.

“Fuck, my love...” He gasps, trying to contain the cravings of ripping of your dress and fuck you as hard as he can. “Ye do'e so… so fucking good”.

The arm around your neck closes itself tightly, shortening the distance. Chibs's forehead rests against yours, speeding up the thrusts inside your pussy bit by bit, as your wrist moves somewhat faster from the base to the glans.

After leaving the room, he looks happy, hugging your body and kissing your cheek a lot of times.

Having heard his moans asking you to not stop, to continue, to make him cum makes you feel a little more confident.

He have really enjoyed it

The next days, he surprises you taking you to the remotest corners of the club just to finger you, to teach you to be quite, to feel your warm hand wrapping his dick hardened because of you and the way you have to bite your lip when he's looking at your eyes, telling you how beautiful you are.

Little by little, your panic attacks are disappearing, letting you take another step.

The next time, you surprise him at the office of Teller-Morrow.

Closing the door behind you, with a naughty smile drawn in your lips, your boyfriend takes a seat on the sofa. The same smile on his, traveling the tip of his tongue over the bottom one. Without saying a single word, you place yourself between his legs, standing up but leaning forward to kiss him. While his tongue fights yours in a filth way, your fingers undoes his belt and the zip of his jeans. Pulling the clothes down to his ankles, you kneel on the floor. Chibs is lost in your lustfully eyes fixed on his, watching sideways how your tongue licks his erection. What he wasn't expecting is your mouth welcoming it. Your lips get closed around his sensible skin, as you bow down your head until your nose meets his pelvis. He can't help but arch his back slightly, with a growl borning from his soul. Your throat being forced by his hardness, stealing you all the air within your lungs, feels torturously pleasurable.

“Hold'e there… my love… I beg ye”. He babbles, placing his hands over your head as he leans back his against the wall.

When the gag makes his cock vibrate, filling up your mouth, he gasps a little louder. Almost in a delighted sob. Anyone can't fake that. You know he doesn't have much time and you don't want to waste it. Your head almost bounces on his dick, turning your neck lightly at both sides making some semi-circles, while your tongue licks every inch of his erection. Chibs tastes really good, salty and sweet. And he's really enjoying fucking your mouth, finally letting him set the pace. A little fast, a little rough, imagining it's your tight pussy. Imagining how wet you are right now.

As soon as you feel the shivers running his thighs, you secure your mouth around his dick, making him know that you want him to cum. He doesn't need words either, pressing down on your head, until his glans hits and forces again the wall of your throat, spilling out his hot cream within your cavity. The glad moan floods the small office, catching his breath for a second. Ripping his vocal chords.

He can swear that he hasn't ever seen something more beautiful than you showing him the inside of your mouth after swallowing his seed.

Later that day, you discover how easy it is to see the stars when you ride his face.

His rough beard makes you some tickles, rubbing your skin once and again, as you rock your waist over his face. His fingers are strongly nailed on your thighs. His lips devours your folds, tucking among them his tongue as if he was fucking you with it. But when he catches your swollen and needy clit between his lips to almost suck your soul out, you feel that you can touch the sky. He's determined to worship your whole anatomy, being focused on how good you feel soaking his face with your juices, while one of your hands are tangled in his hair and the other is squeezing one of your nipples.

“Oh my fucking god…” You cry out, closing your eyelids.

Feeling his lips vibrating against your skin because of his chuckles, you let yourself go, pulling down your body over his abdomen.

He wasn't expecting it. Growling upset.

Until he hears you talk, placing both hands on his chest.

“I need you to fuck me so badly”.

His heart stops for a second.

Making you lie down on your back, Filip rolls down his clothes, slightly raising up his shirt.

He is truly anxious, just like you are.

Slamming his cock inside you, he pushes it beyond your limits. Your moans appear in sync. His ringed fingers wrap your throat, as he sinks his face into your neck. Going back, he pounds you with fury. Once and once, as deep as he can do it. Your body bounces a little over the sofa, trying to find an anchorage point for your hands, finding it on his back. Your nails scratch his skin, begging him for more. Every thrust is rough, stretching your walls and covering his dick with your wetness.

“Fuck, my love… Et feels so good… so damn good”. He cries against your neck, nailing his hands on your hips.

The pleasure is undescribable, torturing your anatomy and every bone of it, while he continues impaling you against the sofa too desperate for making you cum. For cumming inside you. And after so much play, he can't take it anymore. You either. The orgasm hits your bodies with waves of heat. Tears in your eyes because of the delight he is making you feel, filling you up with his warm seed. Pressing his body against yours, with your legs strongly closed around his waist. His grunts don't cease, biting your neck to draw a hickey on it; marking his territory, as he really loves.

“Jesus fucking Christ”. He curses then, as you push him some inches deeper into you. “Ye're gonna kill me one day”.

You repeat some minutes after.

And you finally understand that you weren't the problem, but the others guys.

[tilltheendwilliwrite]

Star-Crossed: Bound by Blood

Chapter Two

Master List / Read on AO3

Previous Chapter

Pairing: Mando/Din Djarin x OFC Baast’Mal

Warnings: I’m making this up as a go, Canon divergent from the series during chapter 13, mild violence

A/N: I make this stuff up as I go along, if I screw something Star Wars-y up, apologies in advance, I didn’t do it on purpose, but I’m new to this Fandom. I will be cross posting this story between AO3 and Tumblr except the smutty bits. Those chapters will only be available to registered users on AO3. (I’m trying something new for people who want to read here on Tumblr, but to also avoid the smut for minors controversy. We’ll see how it goes.)

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Baast woke to the scent of cooking meat. It made her stomach rumble and mouth salivate but also confused her. There had been no one in her life for many years. There should be no one to cook. Her eyes snapped open, prepared to fight whoever had found her.

Then her eyes fell on Din playing with Grogu, and it all came flooding back. He spoke softly through the modulator, encouraging the boy to float the small silver ball from Din's hand to Grogu's.

When the child succeeded, Din whispered a pleased, "Dank farrik!"

Baast almost purred, watching him with the child. He made an excellent father, and she was of an age to desire a mate, a home, a pride. But a warrior like him deserved someone better than a broken Zentari. It mattered not that her soul cried out whenever he touched her without the barrier of his gloves.

He'd stripped them off yesterday, and she could smell him—the spicy scent of masculine soap blending seamlessly with the musk of a man warm in his beskar. But the underlying scent of Din Djarin was that of the sandy dunes of her homeworld. He smelled of warm winds and dusky plains, of tall grasses whipped by fragrant breezes. 

He smelled like home. 

The stars were cruel indeed to drop her in the lap of the one made for her.

She watched them for a time as he encouraged Grogu. Their bond was strong, too strong if the Jedi were to be believed. Such attachments bred fear for the one they loved, and fear lent itself to the Darkside. 

The idea of Grogu's pure soul becoming tainted made her ache, and though she said she couldn't help them, Baast knew she must. Grogu deserved a chance to grow up on the side of good. 

She sat up, drawing Din's notice, the man turning toward her across the fire. 

"Morning."

Baast wondered at the voice behind the modulator. Would it be deeper? More robust? Would it be even more pleasing than this one that stroked fingers of violent want through her blood?

"Good morning," she murmured, voice husky still with sleep. 

Before she could ask, the canteen he carried on his belt was in his hand. "Drink?"

She nodded, catching it easily when he tossed it to her. "Thank you. I'm not used to morning conversations anymore. Or any conversations in some years."

"You've done well, evading capture until now. Now, the Tribe will help."

"The Tribe," she whispered. "I've been alone for so long." The idea of being part of something was both appealing and terrifying. "I look forward to meeting your Alor."

"She will be glad to meet you. They all will. Everyone will hope-" He cut himself off, busying himself with the lizard cooking over the fire. 

"Mando, they should not hope for what I do not think I can give," she sighed, lifting Grogu to her lap when he shuffled over.

"You don't know for sure you can't bond, Baast. Give it time."

Time was all she had. Life was a long thing for a Zentari alone in the universe. 

Small green hands gently touched her cheeks, causing her to look down at Grogu. He cooed a sweet noise as she gazed into big, dark eyes. They were expressive in their own right, and she felt herself falling, diving once more into his mind. 

The images came fast and furious. Din running, fighting, killing, but almost always alone. 

Baast closed her eyes as pain washed through her for the Mandalorian. "I cannot," she whispered to the child. "It would not be fair."

Grogu frowned at her before squealing loudly. More images filled her mind, these of a man reckless with his safety, one who had little to nothing to live for. 

She gasped and wrenched her face away from his hands, but it didn't stop the flow of ridiculousness. Kriff! The man had a death wish!

When Grogu disappeared from her lap, only then did he release her from his grasp. 

Baast sent the green menace a glare. "That was entirely rude."

He smiled and blew a raspberry. 

"I'm sorry," Din murmured, holding the child away like Grogu was a danger.

She held up her hand, continuing to glare. "Do not apologize for something he did. It sets a poor president. Invading my mind is bad manners, little one. Disregarding another's desires is a step down a dark path. This will not be allowed."

"Dark path?" Din asked. 

"The Jedi and the Sith. One force believes in peace and passivity. The other wants power and are often corrupted by that passionate desire, both use the Force. He has the potential to be extremely powerful, but with that power comes responsibility. It is a razor's edge to walk, one I am not confident I have the skill to help him navigate."

Din straightened, but his shoulders lowered, relaxing his posture. "You'll help him? I didn't want to bring it up, but I'm running out of options."

"Yes," she sighed. "I know of one who may be able to help him, but I do not know if he will come at my call. Where is your covert?" He said nothing, and Baast tilted her head in apology. "That was an improper question. Forgive me."

"Always," he murmured.

She wondered if that would still be true should he learn what Grogu already suspected. "If I am to make contact, it must be from Tatooine."

"Why Tatooine?"

"Because it is the planet we agreed upon." She turned toward the fire and the spit of roasting meat before looking up at Din. "Have you eaten?" 

The movement was subtle, a single negative action.

Baast hummed and reached for the cloth that tied her pants' to her calf and began to unwrap it. 

"What are you doing?"

She ignored him and continued until her pant leg fluttered free. The cloth was only a couple inches wide, but it was long and thick enough to make an adequate blindfold. 

She lifted it to her eyes, only for his hand to shoot out and grab her wrist. It felt odd for him to touch her with the slightly cracked but soft leather of a glove now that she knew the feel of his skin.

"You don't need to do that."

Baast blinked slowly, gaze drifting to his hand before returning to the visor where his eyes would be. "It is not a need but a want. I will do this, Din Djarin, so that you may eat freely with the child and I. This is the Way."

"It is unnecessary."

She unfolded, rising gracefully to stand before him, wrist yet held in his grasp. "When last did you eat?"

He said nothing.

She tilted her head and held out the cloth. "I have not shared a meal with another in many years. I would share this meal with you and Grogu. Allow me to honour your Creed."

There was no sound, no movement beyond what Grogu contributed to the conversation in small burbles of noise. The Mandalorian was still and silent, a hunter in all things.

Baast waited, quiet, calm. After so many years in a cell, the forest gave her peace, but those years had taught her patience. She could wait for eternity for his decision. She had the time, after all.

What went on behind the helmet, she couldn't know, but eventually, he set Grogu down, released her wrist, and took the blindfold. "Turn around."

She did so, pushing her hair back to uncover her ears. "If possible, try not to cover them. The tips are sensitive, and the fabric will feel abrasive."

The cloth came down over her eyes, hooked behind her ears, and crossed at the back of her head. 

"Again," she murmured. "I can still see."

Twice more, the fabric circled before he tied a knot. 

Her senses heightened, hearing, smell, and the sixth sense that had been with her all her life. The Force resonated in every living thing, glowing and pulsing, connecting all of them. She could see it like an orange glow, thin lines and thick, veining out around them. 

"Good?"

"Yes." The heat of the fire warmed her skin, but before she could move, Din took her hand and elbow. 

"Kneel. I'll get you some food."

Baast followed his direction, aware of the bright light that was Grogu coming to her side. He placed his hand on hers, flooding Baast with a gentle apology. She turned her hand over to hold his little claws.

A quiet hiss filled her ears, causing her to turn toward Din. The beskar blocked some of his energy, the Force somehow muted by it. Then he lifted off his helmet. 

It took every effort to restrain herself from gasping. He glowed white, the shining brightness of a sun. Shock left her mute as she tracked the supernova that was this Mandalorian as he set down his helmet and removed the spit from the fire. He pulled off a piece of meat, maybe a leg, she couldn't quite tell, and brought it to her. 

"Here." The deep baritone was like the softest of silk to her senses. 

Baast held out her hands for the meat. His bare fingers grazed her palm as the hot meal hit her flesh, and grease trickled through her fingers. 

"Thank you," she managed to force from a throat gone tight with emotion. 

"It's hot. Be careful."

She stuffed down the aching need to reach out and feel the lips that produced such a voice and smiled crookedly instead. "Too long have you travelled with only Grogu for company."

He chuckled. "Perhaps."

Another wave of needy desire hit her, but Baast fought it off. She would not doom him to a half-life with an unfinished bond.

She ate and made sure he ate once Grogu was fed, asking questions about the child and how they came to be together simply to keep him talking. His voice was a balm to a soul grown used to silence.

When they finally finished their meal, she waited for him to return his helmet and come to release the blindfold. His hands were deft, skilled, and careful not to pull her hair.

Baast blinked to adjust to the quickly blooming daylight, then retied her pant leg as Din smothered the fire. She reached for Grogu and stood, ready to leave. 

"I can carry him."

She tilted her head, already missing the gentle ebb and flow of the Force from him, now encased in all that beskar. "Do you object to me carrying him because you think I am weak or out of principle because he is your foundling?"

"Uh…"

She arched a brow. "Do not underestimate me, Mando. I live because I am jatnese be te jatnese. The best of the best."

"I know what it means," he huffed.

"Then stop being ori'buyce, kih'kovid," she smirked. "I will care for the child as you have cared for me."

"Atin," he muttered. 

She didn't protest because, yes, she was stubborn.

"Fine." She could almost hear a pout in his modulated voice as he turned and marched out of their temporary camp. "And I'm not all helmet," he grumbled, likely thinking she couldn't hear him.

Baast smirked and gave Grogu a wink. "Come along, ad'ika. We weak ones best keep up with the big strong Mandalorian," she teased.

"I will leave you behind."

She grinned at his back. "No, you will not."

***

By the time they reached the Razor Crest, he was sweating in his beskar again, but with the luxury of the fresher within sight, Din didn't let it bother him.

He disarmed the ground defences and lowered the hatch, heading inside to get them underway. He wanted off the planet before anyone else thought to come looking for Baast'mal. 

Hopefully, the Alor would know who to bribe to falsify a new chain code for her. Either that, or there would be an all-out war to eliminate the threat and bounty on her head. Or, she would spend the rest of her life hunted by the Empire.

He hated that thought. Baast was not a creature who should spend her life hiding. She should be allowed out into the light, a creature of hope and beauty. 

Though he hadn't seen the true colour of her eyes, the rest of her was so mesh'la, when he'd removed his helmet, it had momentarily taken his breath. And without the helmet, her scent had filled his nose like something he'd loved and long forgotten. It was warm, soft, and decadent, all things a Mandalorian put off when he put on the beskar. 

It was getting harder and harder to keep his hands to himself.

She closed the ramp and followed him to the ladder, climbing up with Grogu to slip into the seat back and to his right.

"Once we've left the atmosphere, you're welcome to the fresher, food, whatever you need," he offered, getting them airborne.

"Do I smell?"

He froze. "That wasn't what-"

Her laugher, that throaty purr, cut him off. "It's fine, Mando. An actual fresher after years of lakes and waterfalls will be pleasant."

"Hm. I have to make a stop on Nevarro, then another before we go to Tatooine. Is there anything you need?"

"Clothing. A cloak. And a weapon."

They cleared the planet, and he made the jump into hyperspace before turning around. "What kind?"

"Short sabres or staff will do."

He watched her pet Grogu's ears, gently using those long claws in such a fashion the kid was almost comatose in bliss. She sat with one foot propped on the seat, comfortably leaning on the armrest. He wondered if her skin would begin to lose its sun-kissed nature now that she was off-world.

"How did you learn to fight?" he asked, forcing himself not to think about her skin and how soft it was. 

"Mandalorians are not the only warrior race. Zentari are taught from birth; the rest I learned from the idiots who held me captive. They sought to make me a weapon or a slave, with that came training, but Zentari are not so easily coerced, nor do we forget the slaughter of thousands. I am no weak-minded individual to be controlled by some Sith," she spat.

"Sith?" He knew next to nothing about Force-wielders and felt the lack of knowledge acutely. 

"They oppose all things the Jedi stand for, desiring power over peace or balance. They corrupt what they touch.."

"And how does a Zentari hold out against someone so powerful?" He didn't wish to insult her, but surely a child against a master Sith couldn't win.

She sighed and looked away, watching the lights of hyperspace. "Zentari are neither good nor evil. We are Force neutral. The blood bonds distinguish much of our future. To avoid creating bonds with those that would bring harm was why Zentarus was so well hidden. But someone betrayed us. They used to brag about it, the Imps. How one who we trusted gave us up to the Empire."

"If you are Force neutral, why allow Mandalorians to know of Zentarus? Why let us come seeking mates?"

She shot those vibrant eyes back in his direction. "Because the Way was honourable once. Perhaps, at some point, Mandalore was led astray by their leader, but that was not our doing. Those that came to us knew the Way. They humbled themselves before us, and if they were denied, they left knowing such was not their destiny. Those who came knowing not the Way… did not leave Zentarus alive."

"Then I am glad I knew the Way," he murmured, wondering who would have won between the two of them had she not revealed herself.

"As am I," she nodded, looking as regal as the Sand Panther she claimed in her blood.

"Were the Jedi not part of your Way?"

She scowled. "The Jedi saw us as a threat. Naturally born Force users who required little training to do much of what they could, who lived for generations, and who were neither good nor evil. They feared what would happen if we were corrupted. An attempt was made to wipe us out. It failed, and we Zentari veiled Zentarus from those who knew not where to look."

"And that's why you didn't want to help us," he sighed, realizing the untenable position he'd put her in.

She stood, placing the sleeping Grogu down on her seat before taking the step she needed to stand between his spread knees. Her hands lifted to land lightly on the sides of his helmet, gliding over the metal. "It is no longer a want but a need. I will not watch Grogu fall to the side of the Sith because of my fear of the Jedi. He must be trained."

She leaned down and rested her forehead against his helmet as long lashes veiled her eyes. "This is the Way."

Without his permission, Din's hands found her hips and drew her incrementally closer. "I will protect you, Baast."

"We will protect each other."

He hummed his agreement and wondered at the low ripple of sound vibrating through his chest.

Next chapter

[sulphuryasecretcloset]

I'm really sorry but all this talk of Mandorin fighting and Din trying to control his temper has me wanting to read your one-shot again about Corin breaking his hand and Din snapping at him then being so soft with his husband. But I can't remember the name of it to search for it on your blog; can you please remind me of its name? Thank you ❤

I’m honoured you’d want to re-read! <3 The name of that particular piece is “It’s okay.”

I’ll just post it under the cut so you don’t have to search through my mess xD I do intend to obey the readers requests and gather these and post them on AO3 when I can find the time...!

IT'S OKAY

Din pushes in the last coordinate just as the door to the cockpit opens and he tosses a quick glance at it, confirming it is indeed Corin, before turning back and locking in their destination. Din leans back into the pilot seat. “Okay, Sorgan next.”

Corin takes a step towards his seat, but pauses, hesitates, and then he turns and shuffles forward to stand next to the pilot seat instead.

Looking over at him, Din finds Corin standing there staring at the floor as if he can’t make himself meet his gaze. Everything in his posture screams guilt.

“I’m sorry.” Corin mumbles, sounding guilty as well.

Frowning, Din sits up with attention. “What’s wrong?”

Corin hesitates again, even turns his head a little as if looking for an escape, that maybe he could make a run for the cargo area, maybe hide where the kid is sleeping, then he swallows hard and seems to resign himself to his fate. He slowly lifts and holds out his right hand. “It’s nothing. It really is nothing. I just… You told me to tell you a-and I promised, but I’m fine.”

Din sees Corin’s wrist is extremely swollen and that has to be hurting like hell. Anger floods through Din. He reaches out and grabs a hold of Corin’s lower arm, steadies it and studies the damage. “I told you to sit down during take off!”

But, no, Corin had been fixated on getting the toy the child wanted. Din had heard a strange yelp as the ship had given a hard buck, but Corin hadn’t said anything and Din had quite honestly forgotten about it as he had merely gone ahead and fetched the kid’s toy from its compartment.

That was hours ago. They had eaten, the child had fallen asleep and Corin had carried the kid below to its bed since then!

“I’m sorry…” Corin repeats in a low and miserable voice.

“Is it broken?” Din demands to know, tilting the arm a little to see if he can see any actual bones pressing against the skin. “This has to be broken. This is not fine!”

A quick glare up at the one determined to give him ulcers and Din feels his anger snap like a torn ligament. It is replaced with a stab of sadness.

Corin looks… scared. He’s still staring at the floor and the mesmerizing eyes that had been filled with such joy when he was playing in the snow are now brimming with guilt and fear. He’s waiting for punishment.

Carefully exhaling the renewed anger that flares up at the thought of the ones who had given Corin reason to think he will be disciplined for something like this, Din eases his grip into a light touch and clears his throat. “I’m sorry.”

Corin’s gaze flicks up to his before it darts down to the floor again. A faint frown visits for half a second. He doesn’t understand what Din is apologizing for and he’s too scared to ask.

Din stands up and hates that Corin automatically backs up to give him space while keeping his gaze submissively lowered. He hates it, but he forces the hatred down into his gut and gestures towards Corin’s seat. “Sit? I’m sorry I snapped at you. I didn’t mean…”

Corin quickly moves over and sits down in his seat, as if hoping to please Din with obedience and make him stop acting so weird. He still won’t look up at him. “It’s fine.”

Din reaches up to a compartment and grabs the kit with bacta strips and bandages, then he crouches down in front of him and makes Corin look at his visor. “I’m not angry with you, okay? I was just worried. I know I sound angry when I’m worried.”

There is that confused frown on Corin’s face again.

Din opens the kit and grabs some bacta gel that he gently applies to Corin’s wrist and is even more gentle when he wraps the bandage around it. “Accidents happen, Corin. What happened to your wrist was an accident. I’m not going to be angry with you because you had an accident.” He holds the wrist carefully between his hands. “I told you to tell me when you’re hurt. And you did.” Din gives a faint nod and adds as much gratitude as possible into his voice: “Thank you.”

Corin gulps down some air, shakes his head a little, doesn’t feel the first tear that slides down his skin, but when others join it; he quickly and harshly wipes at his face and his eyes with his uninjured hand to remove them as fast as possible. “Ignore me. Please. I don’t know why this… I never… This is stupid.” He tries at a laugh and fails, continues to rub at his face as if the tears are a crime.

Din instinctively knows that at some point in Corin’s life, they probably had been, and Corin’s father had dealt with their presence quite harshly. Sighing, he reaches a hand up to slide it behind Corin’s neck and urges him forward to lean against him, allows him to hide his face against Din’s neck.

“It’s okay…” Din murmurs, drawing light fingers over Corin’s nape. “It’s okay, ner kar'ta.”

And he intends to tell him as many times as it takes to make Corin believe him.

[lovelahela]

❛ high road ❜ ─ mother of the year.

⇢ entry for choices march challenge ! @choicesmarchchallenge

⇢ pairing: hailey young + astra young, thomas mendez x mc (hailey young)

⇢ genre: fluff, humour

⇢ prompt: high road ++ kindness

⇢ description: in which astra is paired up with ajax for a school project and seeks life lessons from her mother on how to deal with it.

⇢ word count: 1597

⇢ notes: i’m going to try my best to participate at least every other day if not every day for the rest of the month in hope of spreading positivity during these difficult times. i really do hope i'll manage to put a smile on someone's face and these dark moments just a little bit easier.

if you want to be put on my moty tag list, tell me!

❛ it's my way or the high way! ❜

❛ that... is not what i meant when i told you to take the high road, sweetie. ❜

Soft laughter and the aromatic scent that insinuated the presence of baked goods in the outdated oven filled the quaint apartment on a sunny Sunday afternoon. A brunette with a petite frame struggled against the hold of a noticeably taller and broader man wearing the goofiest grin on his handsome face. Hailey shrieked in surprise when Thomas smeared the coccoa filled batter across her rosy cheeks.

"You've crossed a line! THIS MEANS WAR!" She emitted a surprisingly powerful battlecry for such a small woman, shocking her captor into released her from his arms. He stared at her for a few seconds, dumbfounded, before he burst into laughter so genuine that Hailey's feigned angry expression softened into one of admiration and awe.

Thomas braced himself against the counter and his shoulders and entire body shook as sounds of joy interrupted the short period of silence. A small smile stretched her small, plump lips and eyes the colour of rich soil sparkled with fondness. Once his laughter died down, he coughed awkwardly upon noticing her staring and their closeness, and he scratched the back of his neck sheepishly.

"Uh — you have a pretty strong battlecry for someone so tiny." He grinned yet again, a playful glint in his steel blue-gray eyes.

Hailey whacked his shoulder jokingly. "Rude! I'm not that short, for a Korean woman."

"Emphasis on the for a Korean part." She poked his ribs, receiving a surprised yelp as a response. He raised his arms defensively. "Okay, okay, I'll stop teasing. Wouldn't wanna lose you — people of your stature are in short supply."

Hailey gasped, but couldn't fight the wide smile that practically stretched from ear to ear. "You did not!"

"You're right, I didn't." He looked at her with a wicked expression. "I wouldn't dare insult you — you're a little intimidating — and yet very good at small talk!"

She squealed in mocked offense and slapped his rather muscular arm multiple times, ignoring the fact that he showed little to no reaction to her attempted physical attacks. "You're just jealous you'd never be able to measure up to someone as amazing as me!"

Thomas cackled evilly at her choice of words. "You know what, Hailey Bear? You're right. I might need to knock myself down a few inches. Maybe lower my expectations a little bit."

At that point, she couldn't fight the giggles that bubbled out of her lips against her will. "I walked myself into that one!" Her laughter bounced off the words, chaotic and jovial, but like a melody to his ears. While he appeared distracted with her, she seized the opportunity to smear batter across his cheeks in retaliation. He gasped, pointing an accusatory finger at her.

"Traitor!" He lunged at her menacingly, and with a surprised squeal, Hailey attempted to flee from impending doom. However, he was too fast for her, and grabbed her arm with a satisfied "aha!"

Without realizing his own strength, he pulled her body up against his own, suddenly putting mere centimetres between their faces. Granted, she had to tilt her head upwards to fully look him in his widened eyes — which she realized were rather gorgeous up close. His lips were parted, shocked by the sudden turn of events, and his breathing was laboured as his heart hammered against his ribcage.

A fuzzy feeling that, as much as she hated to admit it, only ever showed up around the adorable yet dorky lawyer settled in Hailey's stomach. Blood rushed to her already reddened cheeks and ears as she tried to ignore the feeling of her chest pressed against hers. They were either too shocked to move, or they didn't want to — maybe a little bit of both.

The sound of a door being flung open snapped them back into reality, and they sprung apart from each other. The two dissolved into a fit of embarased coughs, each avoiding the other's gaze. Two small girls shuffled into the living room, oblivious to the tension between their parents. Luz, Thomas's fiesty daughter with lovely, curly hair had her arms crossed across her chest defiantly with a determined look on her adorably scrunched up face. However, Hailey's daughter Astraea, whose messy bangs shielded her eyes shamefully and gloomily, had her shoulders slumped in defeat. Hailey's motherly instincts kicked in almost immediately, completely forgetting her previous interactions with Thomas.

She rushed forward and kneeled down, gently placing her hands on her petite child's shoulders. A frown distorted her gentle features. "Hey, hey, what's wrong, sweetie?"

Though her voice was calm, it was laced with concern. Thomas furrowed his eyebrows worriedly and glanced at Luz for an explanation.

"Astra's still sad that she got partnered with that buttface August for our science project."

"Luz! Language!"

"Hey! You weren't supposed to tell!" Astraea pouted at her best friend's betrayal, bottom lip quivering inconspicuously. Hailey almost didn't notice it.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier, Rocket?" The corners of Astraea's lips quirked upwards at the use of the nickname her mother and her beloved neighbour Levi began calling her, but the smile faded as quickly as it came.

"I didn't want you to talk to the teachers, or anything. People will think I'm a snitch — and snitches get stitches," she whimpered, ashamed of keeping it a secret from her mother.

"That — that assbutt will get stitches if he doesn't watch out!" yelled Luz angrily.

Hailey bit down her laugh when Thomas choked on thin air behind her, imagining the horrified look on his face. "WHERE ARE YOU LEARNING THOSE WORDS?"

"Look, August may be a little mean — " she ignored the scoff from Luz, knowing she couldn't truly express what she thought about that little twerp " — but he wouldn't risk failing to bully you. If he tries to annoy or tease you, just take the high road. Do you know what that means?"

Astraea thought back to the time she heard her mother use a similar phrase when talking to someone on the phone, and scrunched up her face in determination with an exaggerated nod. "Yep! Thanks, mom!"

Hailey ruffled her daughter's shoulder-blade-length, jet black hair and fixed the bangs so she could see her beautiful irises, a warm brown with specks of a soft blue you could spot if you looked hard enough. After her messy divorce with her ex-husband Guy Ledford, those blue specks reminded her of his despicable eyes until Astraea made them her own.

Once the duo rushed back into Astra's bedroom, Hailey stood up and absentmindedly turned to face Thomas. Nervous butterflies ate at her insides as memories of their exchanged flooded her mind.

"I — Uh — We — "

" I mean — Um — We could — "

Upon accepting that neither of them could formulate a full, coherent sentence, they let out a single cough simultaneously and resumed their baking activities, subtly smiling to themselves despite their flaming cheeks.

The following day, Hailey drived to Bernhardt academy, anxious about seeing how Astraea handled her day with the pompous child that made her put up with incessant teasing and occasional bullying. Her blood boiled whenever she thought of him and his mother, Vanessa Blackwood, who had been throwing comments with underlying hints of racism and homophobia at her. Although his twin brother Ajax was more bearable, he was too meek.

The students began filing out of the school and ran into their parents' waiting arms. Hailey stood on her tiptoes, her eyes scanning the crowd of little ones to find her own. Finally, she spotted Astraea walking out in a fast pace, arguing with a familiar boy while clutching her books against her chest in a knuckle-whitening grip. Hailey frowned at the sight of the two bickering heatedly and waited for them to get closer to listen to their conversation. Luz and Thomas walked up beside her.

"Everything okay, Hails?" asked Thomas gently, his arm around his child's shoulder. Said child cracked her knuckles menacingly while glaring at the bully walking beside her approaching best friend. "Time to kick some butt!"

He sighed, but decided against scolding her for the time being.

"You're wrong! That would be totally uncool! We should build an airplane!" argued August relentlessly as his brother trailed behind him nervously.

Finally, Astraea whirled around and glared at him fiercly, very red-faced and teeth clenched.

"For the last time, the theme isn't aerodynamics!" The volume of her voice heightened with each uttered word, drawing the fleeting attention of near parents and children. Hailey gaped at the sight of her sweet little daughter snapping at someone, and despite the proud feeling that welled up inside of her, she warned her like any other responsible adult would do, in theory. "Astra! Inside voices!"

Even August appeared shocked at her outburst. "You can't talk to me like that!"

"Yes, I... I can!" Her voice and resolve wavered at his equally furious and intimidating gaze, worrying her mother. However, she squared her shoulders and retorted confidently. "It's... It's my way or the high way!"

No one spoke for the following seconds, unsure of what to say at her uncharacteristic choice of words. Upon processing the context behind them, Hailey snorted, earning a look of disapproval from Thomas while Luz whooped in approval at Astraea's decision to stand up for herself aggressively.

She cracked an involuntary smile, beaming proudly at her daughter. "That... is not what I meant when I told you to take the high road, sweetie."

[imnotrevealingmyname]

Everyone seemed to be holding their breaths. Nobody moved a muscle.

Sigyn watched with a rising sense of foreboding and alarm as Loki paced the room. All the warmth had left him the moment they'd landed here. Tony and Natasha were staring out of the window, gazes averted from her. The rest of them sat stock still, feeling increasingly sure that something was about to go wrong.

"I hope you enjoyed your time in Helheim?"Loki asked suddenly, halting in his pacing to look Sigyn in the eyes, face morphed into an overly pleasant smile. Sigyn raised an eyebrow.

"You could've told us, you know,"he said, turning to face her fully. "I would've had a tour guide then."

"Well, I am sorry,"Sigyn said sarcastically. "It has been a terrible lapse on my part, I am sure."

Loki snarled. "You think this is a joke, do you?"

"As much of a joke as you guys thought it was when you got yourselves killed,"Sigyn said calmly. "Or even threw yourself off a cliff."

Natasha glanced at her sharply. "I wasn't aware that you're the one doing the chastising here."

"You drove us insane with worry,"Tony said in a dangerously low voice, still not turning to look at her. "Your husband jumped from Realm to Realm in search of healers for you, Sigyn. We went to the underworld to put an end to the curse."

"And I journeyed to Helheim to bring all three of you back,"Sigyn shot back, glaring. "I don't see how this is any different."

Loki bristled. "This is different because you were alive,"he spat. "We weren't. You were being tortured. Do you have any idea what it feels like to see someone you love being tormented beyond belief, and you can't do anything to help?"

"You know what?"Tony said, turning around finally. "You need to stop hiding stuff. You should have told us about your bargain with that hag."

Sigyn thought she would explode. She did all of this for them; and they repaid her in this way?!

But Loki had apparently had enough. "And what were you all thinking, letting her go to Vormir?"he spat, rounding on the others, who looked startled. In two swift strides, Loki was in front of Steve, who took an almost imperceptible step back.

Loki wasn't having it.

His fingers closed around Steve's throat, and the next thing Sigyn knew, Steve was in the air, and he was struggling to get free. Quite unnecessary and absurd, really. But when Loki lost his composure, it usually meant that things were in a very delicate state.

The others stood up abruptly to intervene, but Loki had slammed Steve against the wall. Steve tried to punch Loki in the gut, but Loki didn't budge.

Obviously, Steve's supersoldier powers were no match for Loki's strength.

As Sigyn rushed forth, a fleeting image flashed in her mind.

A purple Titan, slowly asphyxiating a leather clad, raven haired God...

"Loki, stop,"she said with as much authority as she could muster; which didn't work very well, because her voice quivered slightly as she tugged at Loki's arm, vision studded with bright spurts of lights for a moment.

But it had the desired effect, because Loki froze, and dropped a gasping and red-faced Steve, who scowled at him in indignation.

Loki turned around slowly to see Sigyn staring at him, hands on hips and legs parted.

"We're going home right now. Thor, go to Vanaheim and tell Mother that we'll be there by nightfall,"she snapped, and grabbed his arm to teleport them both back.

****

"What were you thinking?"Sigyn spat, the moment they were back, rounding on Loki angrily. "You could've-"

But Loki had grabbed hold of her and the next moment, he had her pinned against the wall, trapped in his rough grip. The startled yelp that issued from her mouth made his lips curve into a malicious grin, and the look on his eyes darkened.

He was actually enjoying the searing look she was giving him, eyes full of anger, fear and- fates above- unmistakeable arousal.

Rage pulsed through his veins, and he flexed against her, pushing her further against the wall, glaring down at her, teeth bared, panting slightly.

"Have you any idea how worried we were?"Loki breathed in a low growl; the sound made her suck in a breath, and her breasts expanded deliciously under his chest. He was having a hard time controlling himself, suddenly.

"Have you any idea how desperate we were? How scared I was?"

He said those last few words in an even lower, silky-smooth voice, head dipping to make her feel his breath against her ears, drawing out the words deliberately; a spike of heat sizzled down to his groin as he saw a deep flush emanate near her neck and travel up the delicate column of her throat. Sigyn swallowed audibly, and Loki growled again. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw the tiny hairs stand up along her neck and arms.

Feeling reckless, enraged beyond belief, he pressed his hips against hers, revelling in a dull glow as the breath left her in a rush when she felt the hard ridge of his cock against her belly.

She was looking at him with undeniable fright now.

Loki watched with a vindictive pleasure, almost animal in its searing heat, as her throat worked furiously.

"Why didn't you at least tell me about that deal with Lady Death?"

He grasped her waist with one hand, holding her steady against his imposing frame, and his other hand travelled up her waist, up the slightly concave curve of her belly, over her breasts, to rest lightly around her throat. She was breathing hard now.

"Answer me, Sigyn,"he said, still in that low murmur, eyes dark with intent. The emotions were tearing inside him, burning through his chest in haphazard streaks of fire, leaving behind nothing but a charred, empty hole and ashes. More ashes.

He couldn't think straight.

"I almost lost you,"he all but hissed.

"I'm sorry, love,"she said now, apparently having gotten her voice back.

Loki snarled as her hands came to rest on his chest, as she gave her that pleading look she knew so well he couldn't resist.

Not this time.

The next thing he knew, he had her slung over his shoulder, and he was carrying her to the bed. She gave a sharp squeak, and he slapped her rear once, hard. Another squeak.

She didn't speak, though.

Wise decision.

Loki deposited her at the edge of the mattress and she hurried to lean back when he stood over her.

"You didn't answer me,"Loki said silkily... dangerously low. Sigyn opened her mouth, but closed it again, and gulped.

His eyes went dark with heat and intent. He was pleased to see the answering heat that pooled in hers.

His stomach contracted slightly when he saw the emotion in her eyes. He could tell that she was aching to touch him, to comfort him. Sigyn's eyes welled slightly.

Feeling desperate all of a sudden, he tore at the placket of his trousers and narrowed his eyes when Sigyn's gaze fell to his naked sex.

His hand grasped at her hair, gently but firmly, and her gaze snapped back up to him. She was breathing fast, now.

Good.

"Why would you do that to me, Sigyn?"he asked softly, thumb pressing against the base of her neck lightly.

"I love you,"she murmured, taking him by surprise. He growled.

"Suck me."

Her lack of hesitation drove him mad, and he growled again, a low, feral sound, as the more primal instincts came over him.

He groaned, and his eyes fixed upon her lips, stretching and flexing around his shaft. Sigyn's hands settled on his hips, touch feather-light.

The room filled with sounds of his ragged rush of breath, and the slick, wet noises of her mouth working on him. The contrast of cool lips and hot mouth sent ripples of pleasure up his spine. He grabbed her shoulder with his free hand and thrust into her mouth.

Pleasure sizzled along his nerve endings, searing him, branding his naked flesh, and he felt the knot deep in his abdomen growing and pulsing, egged on by Sigyn's fingers, that were now pumping away and working on what her mouth couldn't reach.

He was right at the edge.

He could feel the orgasm starting to unfurl at the base of his cock.

In a swift movement, he ripped her away from his cock and pushed her down on the bed. She didn't cry out this time.

She didn't cry out even when he tore her dress off her body, chemise and all, and pushed it aside.

Loki paused to pull the shirt off over his head, and climbed over her, claiming her mouth in a penetrating kiss, pushing her lips open and flooding the hot recess of her mouth with his tongue.

Gods, her mouth was so hot.

He pulled away when her hands settled on his shoulders and glared down at her, arousal, anger and grief clouding his senses. As he bore down on her, he saw the slightest hint of a smile on Sigyn's features.

Loki snarled, and he felt his control slipping further. Her bent and nipped her throat, hard enough to make her gasp.

"Loki..."

"Not. A. Word,"he rasped, and her teeth clicked together with a satisfying snap.

When his lips wrapped around her right nipple, she gave a sharp sigh and went soft and putty-like under her grasp.

He actually felt the moment when she surrendered completely.

Pleasure coiled in his chest as he sucked at her hungrily, plumping her breasts up so the tips stood out even farther, distended and swollen, as he bit and nipped and pulled at the pebbled nubs.

He heard her breathy gasp and his name being murmured softly when he bit that tender spot on the underside of her breast, and then sucked the flesh, tongue flitting out.

With a low, rasping sound, Loki shot her a glare, which seemed to quell her immediately. Sigyn stared back at him dolefully, and then shuddered slightly when he pressed down on top of her.

"Quiet,"he snapped. Not angrily, but impatient and unyielding. She sighed again.

Then Loki moved down over her, eyes glittering with obvious intent, until he was straddling her shins.

"You should've told me,"he growled, face very close to her sex now. Sigyn gulped and licked her lips, but said nothing.

"Apologize,"he demanded suddenly. The pull of unwanted emotions was too much. He wanted relief, and yet, he was scared. Everything that he had kept bottled up for years was bubbling right under the surface now.

"I'm sorry,"Sigyn said softly. Her tone threw him off balance. How she could pour so much feeling into two words, he couldn't imagine for the life of him.

And yet, he heard the underpinnings of satisfaction in her voice. Her face held compassion, love; and another emotion which he couldn't quite pinpoint.

He felt like she knew something he didn't.

And she knew exactly what he was thinking.

The thought, though making him deeply uneasy due to some reason, was also extremely comforting.

And arousing.

With another deep rumble from the base of his throat, he delved between her legs, lips melding to the outer lips of her sex. He drew at them, tongue peeking out to circle her clit, and licked her from the top of her slit down to her entrance, to taste her essence. Loki felt her shiver under him and jerk when his lips closed around her clit, which was already engorged and hot.

He kept his gaze on her, sucking her all the time, until she was shaking with the thrum of impending orgasm, clit jumping against his tongue.

The self-restraint, which he was well known for and which he prided himself for had suddenly evaporated under the white-hot spurt of anger and desire.

Loki spread her legs even wider, almost obscenely wide, to get more access, and started sucking and worrying at the hard, swollen nub with renewed vigour.

So much so that he felt afraid that he would devour her completely. His libido had taken over him completely.

Right then, Sigyn's back bowed, and she arched off the bed on a hoarse cry of completion, pushing against his mouth. Loki settled into it eagerly, and growled when she half screamed with pleasure.

Then she fell back on the bed, twitching and spasming.

His tongue slipped out to lick the taste of her off his lips, glaring at Sigyn.

Then he proceeded to suck her into his mouth again, with more force. Sigyn yelped and shuddered, writhing around. But Loki held her down easily.

When she came the second time, she was keening desperately.

Loki didn't stop. This time, she tried to squirm away, half sobbing. Loki turned his head and bit her sharply, sinking his teeth into the soft flesh of her thigh... And she came again, on a high scream.

Even before she had come down from her high, his hips were against hers, legs holding hers apart, and he was pushing into her in a quick, decisive thrust.

Sigyn cried out again, eyes shut, hips snapping upwards to meet his thrusts, even as her sex clamped down on his cock.

"Look at me,"Loki rasped. Sigyn obeyed, eyes hooded with pleasure, lips parted, panting.

Gods, he was being too rough. He knew it. But Sigyn was enjoying it, if anything.

The pleasure swamped him, and he bit down on her breasts, her neck, her shoulders, as he fucked her roughly, utterly dominating. The sight of her body undulating under him, jostled by his thrusts wound him up even further, and he growled, pinning her hands high above her head.

Sigyn was whimpering, keening with pleasure; but there was still that inexplicable sort of satisfaction there on her face.

His anger rose by another notch, and he started pounding into her, and she yelped, head thrown back on the pillows.

Rage and lust blinded him, and he snarled when she spoke up suddenly.

"Kiss me,"she murmured.

Loki pulled out of her, making her grunt. In a flash, he flipped her over and pulled her up so that she was on all fours. Then he pushed into her again, chest molded to her back.

He gave her a series of punishing thrusts, and Sigyn's arms collapsed under her. He rutted into her nevertheless, driven wild by the sight of her trembling limbs. He brought his hand around to the front of her body and blindly reached for her the apex of her legs. His thumb found her clit and he rubbed it once, firmly.

On a broken cry, she came again, sex fluttering around him.

Loki growled into the nape of her neck, still thrusting. Her scent enveloped him, and he found himself slipping out of the animal haze he had fallen into.

Then he felt her walls rippling and contracting around him again, and he made a deep sound in his throat, giving her a few deliberate thrusts in long, wet strokes.

Sigyn cried out again, and Loki realized with a starburst of pleasure in his abdomen that she was coming again.

Then he started talking to her, telling her in a low, erotic murmur how good it felt, how good she felt, how tight and hot her slick channel was...

She was sobbing with pleasure now, stimulated beyond relief, jerking to every thrust, every bite, as he drove into that incredible tightness.

"Loki!"she screamed suddenly, floorboards creaking with the force of his movements, and Loki bit her neck again. He felt the skin break, and the metallic taste of blood; he sucked the spot, and Sigyn threw her head back and keened almost soundlessly, half lifting him off the bed in the process.

He had aborted his own orgasm several times now.

With another animal snarl, he flipped her over once more and pushed her thighs up against her chest, folding her in half, so that the angle made her scream in pleasure. Then his cock was there again, nudging through the lips of her sex, pushing through the entrance.

Her eyes were unfocused now, glazed over. Loki himself was getting closer and closer to the edge, and his thrusts were getting erratic.

"Love..."Sigyn murmured suddenly, and raised her hands, threading her arms around his neck; Loki claimed her lips with his, sucking and nipping and licking until he was sure they would be puffy and bruised later. He tasted blood again, and kissed her harder.

"Look at me,"she demanded between kisses. Feeling slightly numb with pleasure, he obeyed, gaze moving up to her eyes.

What he saw there almost sent him reeling.

Her eyes were glazed with a sheen of tears, glowing with emotion. Electricity seemed to crackle in them, and Loki's entire world seemed to lurch and tip forward on his axis.

He was falling, suddenly.

With a hoarse sob, he clutched onto the only thing that was true and real; he grasped at her, head falling on her chest helplessly, burrowing for naked skin, deliciously warm.

A tingling sensation originated near his head and crept down his body, and realized that he was blue... he was in his true form, laid bare...

****

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[thesloppiestbitch]

And They Were Roommates - Lucy Boynton x F!Reader P1

A/N: Lucy is my wife and I’m very gay, so enjoy my ramblings about how badly I want to kiss her that I somehow managed to turn into a cheesy fanfic. This is long so buckle up. The word count is listed on my masterlist, for those interested. I don’t know if this needs to be stated or not, but for the purpose of this story and to make it easier for me to write, the reader is a lesbian, simply because it made it easier for me to focus on Lucy than it would’ve had she been bi or pan. I am not trying to belittle those sexualities though! Also, this is a college AU (I guess???), but the boys are still in it (aside from Rami, simply because I couldn’t find a way to fit him in). And I’m Canadian, so I apologize for any inaccuracies or mistakes I make about British colleges. AND I’m splitting this into two parts (read part two here!) just because I hit the spacing limit and I didn’t want to compromise my writing style to make it fit. I tried, and I hated it.

Summary: Being assigned a roommate was the last thing [Name] wanted, but being forced to room with this cute girl couldn’t be all bad, right?

Warning(s): Swearing, alcohol, fluff

"Mum, I'm fine, I can drive myself," You insisted, throwing your final suitcase into the back of your car.

"Nonsense! I can do it; plus, I'd love to fit in some more time before you're gone till Christmas," She cooed, reaching up to pinch your cheek. You swatted her hand away before she could do so, sparking her to frown in frustration.

"I'm nineteen, I can handle myself. Plus, I don't even know if I'll be home for Christmas,"

She only shook her head, taking the keys from your finger where they had been dangling loosely by the key ring. "It's still months away, we can discuss it when it's closer. Just get in, please."

You huffed, finally giving in.

*

The drive to the college was long, especially since your mother wouldn't let you choose any music. If you'd had your way, or had been driving by yourself like you wanted, the only thing that would've been playing would have been old rock bands, but your mother despised them and you figured it wasn't worth the fight. Once you'd moved into your dorm, you could play all the rock music you wanted.

As your mum pulled out the suitcases and boxes from the trunk and backseat of your small blue car, you went to find the head-office to check where your room was.

When you walked in, you found that it was rather quite. Silently, you thanked whatever may be out there that you got lucky and hit a slow patch as you walked towards the man who looked to be about your age or a year or two older who was holding a clipboard.

You plastered on a smile as he turned to face you. "Hi," You spoke sweetly. "I was wondering who I could talk to about rooming?"

"That would be me," He smiled, speaking with an American accent. "What can I do for you?"

"My name is [Name] [Last Name], and I never got a letter or email or anything saying where my dorm would be. I was just curious if you had it somewhere?"

He glanced down at the papers on the clipboard, lightly lifting one to find your name. "You're in the third building, room twenty-nine, and you're sharing with—"

"I paid extra for a single room," You interrupted, worry flooding your system.

"I'm sorry, [Name], but there must've been a mistake. All rooms here are shared, I can't imagine where you would've paid that extra money to..."

"Great, just great." You muttered. "I'm sorry, I don't want this to seem like I'm taking it out on you, I know it's not your fault, it's just frustrating."

He laughed softly, lowering the board. "It's alright, I understand your frustration."

You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down. "Who am I rooming with?"

"A girl named Lucy,"

You nodded. "Thank you..." You trailed off, hoping he would give you his name. He was a very nice and kind guy whom you'd like to have around more if possible.

"Joe," He smiled again.

"Thank you, Joe. I hope to see you around again,"

"And I you,"

You giggled softly at his odd wording before returning to your car to help your mother.

*

Hours passed and you were finally set up in a way that would be pleasing for the time being, despite it not being perfect. Your mother was long gone, your dad having picked her up so you could keep your car with you, and you finally had the freedom to play your music. Your stereo was one of the first things you set up, but you didn't turn anything on in case your roommate showed up. You internally hoped she wouldn't show up at all and you'd get your single room.

Just as you flipped on the album Queen II and White Queen began to play, the door to the small space peeked open. Blonde hair fell and became visible before the girl's face did. Your thoughts all immediately stopped as all your focus turned to how beautiful she was, and she wasn't even wearing any makeup.

"Hi," She smiled. "Are you [Name]? I'm worried I may have the wrong room..."

You blinked roughly a few times, trying to draw your attention back enough to form an answer. "Yes, I am. And you must be Lucy," You replied, smiling.

"Oh, thank God," She sighed, seemingly exhausted. "Yes, I am. It's very nice to meet you, [Name]. I hate to be a bother, but would you mind helping me with some of these boxes? My parents has to leave right away so it's just me,"

Suddenly, you were very glad your mum had dropped you off. "Of course!"

After helping Lucy get settled in, you two had began to talk, hoping to get to know each other better. You'd already covered all the basics: where're you from, do you have any siblings, any childhood pets, etc.

"Have you met anyone around campus?" Lucy asked, sitting cross-legged on the end of your bed.

"Just you and a boy who was in charge of rooming. I think his name was Joe? He had red-ish hair and an American accent,"

"Ah, yes! I've met him too. Quite a sweet one, isn't he?"

"Seems to be," You giggled. "Have you met anyone?"

"Not really, just you, Joe, and a few friends from primary school,"

You nodded in acknowledgment.

"They've invited me out tonight, would you care to join us?"

"Oh, I wouldn't want to intrude on a reunion,"

"You wouldn't! Come on, come meet them, they'll love you! Maybe we'll run into some cute guys," She winked.

"Yeah," You laughed out. Though guys aren't really what I'm interested in... "Alright, I'll come,"

She smiled, clapping her hands together. "Yay! I can't wait for you to meet them!"

You smiled as well at how happy she was. She barely knew you and already she wanted to introduce you to her friends? That was fast. Though, the two of you did seem to be clicking rather fast as well.

*

That night, Lucy dragged you out to a pub not far from campus. Her friends seemed to be running a little late, but she didn't let that put a damper on the mood.

The two of you ordered drinks and went to where Lucy said they'd usually meet for drinks.

"Do you go out often with them?" You asked, sipping some fruity drink Lucy had recommended.

She nodded, sipping from her straw. "Gwil and Ben usually drag me out every other weekend. And if it's not them, Allen seems to," She laughed softly to herself.

You nodded.

Just as you were about to say something else, three men joined you two at the table. A tall brunette with a beard sat beside Lucy, pecking her cheek. A shorter brunette sat beside him, greeted Lucy and sat quietly after that. A blonde sat next to you, immediately engaging the tall one in a conversation that seemed to be carrying on from before. You only sat quietly, not wanting to interrupt anything.

After the blonde finished his story with a low laugh, Lucy took the lull in conversation as an opportunity to introduce you.

"Guys," She began, gaining the attention of everyone at the table. "This," She motioned to you. "Is [Name], my roommate and new friend. We've gotten to know each other quite well over the past few hours, and I can easily say, she'll be part of the group in no time,"

The boys all smiled at you before turning back to Lucy.

"It is alright to introduce yourselves, you know," She jokes, sipping from her straw again.

Silence fell over the table before the one with a beard spoke up. "Alright, I suppose I'll go first then, yeah?" He shot a dirty look to the other two, jokingly, of course. "I'm Gwilym, it's very nice to meet you, [Name]," He stuck out his hand for you to shake, which you did.

"And you," You nodded, smiling.

"The other two are Ben," He gestured to the blonde. "And Allen," The shorter brunette.

You gave them both nods and smiles which they returned.

What could've turned into an awkward night quickly turned into one of the best you'd had in years. You immediately clicked with all these people, and, though it may have been the alcohol in your system, you found yourself opening up to them and being more out there than usual, which was rare. Usually, you were very quiet and reserved around new people, but all that went out the window with these new people you were happy to be able to call your friends by the end of the night.

The next morning, you woke up with one hell of a headache. You didn't think you'd had that much to drink, but it didn't help that you'd hardly eaten the day prior and alcohol on an empty stomach doesn't exactly do much to your tolerance level...

You sat up with a groan, dragging your hands through the hair. Suddenly, you were even more grateful that you'd left your mornings open, only electing one class and two in the afternoon. You were also grateful that it didn't take many classes to get your art major.

Lucy sat up in her bed, doing the same as you. Apparently, both of you had gotten a bit carried away with the drinks last night.

"When's your first class?" You mumbled just loud enough for her to hear, but not loud enough to make either headache worse.

"Eleven. You?"

You nodded slightly. "Eleven. What time is it now?"

She glanced at the alarm clock beside her bed. "Eleven thirty."

"Great,"

"Yeah. Good thing most classes don't start till tomorrow. People are still moving in today."

"Thank God," You muttered, laying back down quickly, making your headache worse. "Fuck!"

Lucy laughed softly. "You good?"

"Piss off."

"Awe, I'm glad you already feel close enough to me to tell me to piss off, knowing I'll take it as a joke," She said in a sickeningly sweet voice, attempting to make you laugh.

"Lucy, I swear on any other day I'd find your tone hilarious, but right now, this headache is making me want to die."

"Such a great feeling, isn't it?"

"Oh, just the best. Do you have any Advil?"

"Nope,"

"Wonderful."

The day went on, and, with it, your headache slowly disappeared, as did Lucy's. This led to the two of you trying to decide on an "aesthetic", as Lucy had referred to it, for the dorm.

"I like the idea of using some houseplants to lighten the space," Lucy said, referring back to your original idea.

"And I think you're right, some sheer curtains would definitely help open the place up a bit more," You thought out loud.

A light knock at the door broke your concentration.

"You expecting someone?" You asked her.

She shook her head and shrugged, answering. "Oh, hello, Joe!" She greeted happily, opening the door more to invite him in.

You joined her at the door, smiling at the red-head in front of you. "Hi, Joe,"

"Hey, guys," He responded with a smile. "I'm just going around to make sure everyone found their rooms okay. Seems like you two have, so I'll be on my way. It was nice seeing you two again,"

"You too!" Lucy called after him as he turned away, making his way towards the next room down the hall.

You followed him, stopping him before he could knock on the next door. "What're you studying?"

"Film, why?"

"Does that mean you have to take any art classes? Y'know, because of the claymation and animation and stuff that they cover?"

"Yes, I'm in Art 340, 430, and 460. Why?"

You smiled. "I was hoping to take a few classes with you, and turns out I do. Would you be willing to sit with me for 460?"

He returned your smile and nodded. "I'd like that. Might be nice to sit with someone I already sort of know,"

You nodded. "Agreed. Better than sitting by some weirdo,"

"I don't know you very well yet, [Name], you could be that weirdo,"

The two of you laughed before you let him continue with his work.

When you returned to the dorm, Lucy gave you a telling smile. You rolled your eyes. "What?"

"Do you like him?"

You laughed harder than you should've. "No!"

"Yes you do!"

"Lucy, please believe me when I say I have no interest in any of the boys at school,"

"Well when you put it that way, you make it seem like we're in high school!"

You shook your head, laughing and let the conversation drop.

*

In class, you were bored out of your mind. The intermediate sculpture class you were in seemed like it would only be covering what you'd already learned in your advanced high school art class, but you needed it to get into advanced sculpture. You sighed, resting your head on your hand as you tried not to doze off to the prof's boring instructions about how to properly knead the clay.

Instead of actually focusing, your mind began to wander, as it so often does. You began to think about how close you'd gotten with Lucy over the past two days. You smiled upon thinking of her and her beautiful blonde hair... her freckles nose... her sweet eyes... her plump, kissable lips.

You say up straight, eyes wide. No, I can't think of her like that! I just met her!

You sighed, deciding it would be better to just focus on the lecture rather than how badly you wanted to take Lucy's face in your hands and gently press your lips against hers...

Goddamit, [Name], control yourself!

A deep breath in through the nose and out through the mouth seemed to help you focus again.

But not for long. The girl in front of you had hair the same shade as Lucy's making it impossible for you to stop thinking about her.

It's just a crush, it'll pass! They always do.

But did you really want this one to pass? Or did you want this one to actually go somewhere and lead to a future with the gorgeous blonde in it?

That's a question for another time...

When you arrived back at the dorm that night, you immediately plopped onto your bed. You could hear Lucy giggling at your actions from her bed.

"Long day?"

"You don't know the half of it,"

"You can tell me about it if you want. I've been told I'm a great listener. My advice, on the other hand is a little iffy,"

You smiled, eyes grazing over the ceiling. "Alright. There's this... Person I've met recently and I can't stop thinking about he— them. They're always on my mind, and it's distracting me from my studies. I know it's just a crush, but part of me wonders what a future for us could be like... What should I do?"

She bummed as she thought. "If It were me, I'd just tell him," You winced slightly at the word. "I mean, any guy would be lucky to have you, and if he can't see all your great qualities, you don't need to have him in your life."

You nodded.

"Is it Joe?"

"Lucy!" You sat up, eyes wide in shock at her question.

She giggled. "It's just a question, [Name]!"

"No, it is not Joe!"

She gave you a little bit of side eye. "Are you sure?"

"Yes I'm bloody sure! God!"

She laughed harder this time, glad she was able to poke fun at you like this. "I'm just taking the piss, [Name],"

You flopped back on your bed as she spoke.

"So," She began, shifting in her bed. You could hear the springs squeak. "The boys have invited us for supper tonight. Care to join?"

"Us? They asked for me to come as well?"

"Yes,"

"They asked for me specifically?"

"Yes! What's so hard to believe about that?"

"Never mind. I'd love to,"

"Great! We're leaving in ten,"

You groaned in response, earning another laugh from your roommate.

*

"So... We were kicked out of the lecture hall today," Ben began sheepishly, pushing some food around his plate with a fork.

"How in the hell did that happen?" Gwilym spoke up, stopping mid-sip of his soda.

"It was Allen's fault!"

"What!" Allen asked in disbelief. "You're the one who decided it would be a good idea to see how many pencils you could fit in the girl ahead of us' hair!"

"I'm sorry, how did that lead to getting kicked out?" You asked through a giggle.

"Well, you see, the thing was—" Ben began.

"It doesn't help that she was the prof's daughter and it really doesn't help that she was originally kicked out for being disruptive because she told Ben to stop rather loud—" Allen cut him off.

"She yelled at me in the middle of a lecture!" He defended. "Not my bloody fault she can't take a damn joke,"

Lucy and you shared a look as you shook your head at their childishness.

Once there was a lull in the conversation, you spoke up, unsure of when you'd have another opportunity. "Thanks for inviting me out again, you guys really didn't have to."

"Nonsense," Gwil spoke. "We really enjoy your company,"

"Plus, you seem to be one of the only people who can keep Ben, here, at bay," Allen added, flinching slightly after speaking. You assumed Ben had kicked him.

"You're definitely someone we want to keep around," Ben commented, completely ignoring Allen's comment.

You felt a small blush rise to your cheeks. "Thanks," You mumbled, looking down. You hadn't expected to be accepted into the group so quickly; if anything, you would've thought they'd invited you along again because they fely the need to befriend Lucy's new friend. But, you were happy with the new reasoning.

"So, [Name], have you got a boyfriend?" Allen asked nonchalantly, cutting his food.

You were a little taken aback by this, but answered anyways. "No, I'm afraid I'm all alone,"

"But she's got a crush on the guy in charge of rooms!" Lucy chimed in.

You lightly kicked her under the table. "I do not!"

"That American?" Ben asked, raising an eyebrow.

You rested your head in your palms, knowing they wouldn't listen to you any more.

"Yes, that's the one!"

The conversation about your non-existent feelings for Joe carried on for a few more moments before the waiter came to the table once more to take away plates and refill drinks. After he left, the conversation seemed to shift again, thankfully.

You wished you could just be more open and tell them the exact reason why you didn't have feelings for Joe, but you couldn't being yourself to do so for fear of the group rejecting you. So, you endured the teasing every time the man walked past or you were seen walking back to the dorms with him after class simply because it was easier.

*

A month into the school year and you already felt exhausted. Thankfully, it was the weekend, so you wouldn't have to worry about Art History's for a few days. Though, you did have plans to join Joe and help him with a Digital Studio project he was struggling with that you'd done in high school. Seeing as you were the only one he knew in the class, it seemed easier to ask you for help, rather than ask the prof who already didn't like him.

That afternoon, you went to Joe's dorm to help him. Though, you didn't really end up helping very much, as the two of you spent most of the time just talking. You felt oddly close to him, despite only knowing him for a month. It was like the two of you were soulmates, just not in the traditional way.

"So, got your eye on any boys around campus?" Joe asked, working on poorly photoshopping a picture.

"Why does everyone keep asking me that!" You groaned, flopping back on his bed.

"Well, I didn't realize that was such a touchy subject for you,"

"It's just— ugh! Y'know?"

He laughed. "Yes, [Name], because that makes perfect sense,"

"Thank you, I thought I explained it quite well," You joked, laughing as well, hoping the conversation would change.

But, of course, it didn't.

"Seriously, though, what's up?"

"I'm just... Don't tell anyone what I'm about to tell you, okay?"

"Okay..."

"I have feelings for Lucy, and I'm gay, so it's just really annoying to always have people asking me about boys and never taking the time to even consider that I might not even like boys!"

"I can see how that'd get frustrating, yeah..."

"That's it? That's your response?"

"What do you want me to do? Freak out? Stop talking to you? Spread it around campus? Tell Lucy? [Name], I'm not gonna do any of that. I don't care that you like to kiss girls rather than guys, so do I! If someone can't accept that you like to do that when I can get away with the same thing, then fuck them. I don't care that you're gay, but I do care that you like Lucy,"

"Wow, that's the best response I've got from anyone yet,"

"So, does she know?"

"Pfft, no, of course not!" You paused, leaning over him to look closer at the screen. "If you used the quick selection tool, you'd get a cleaner background and a nicer overall look,"

Before Joe could respond, your phone lit up, catching both your attention.

"Ooh, a text from Lucy herself!" Joe said excitedly.

"Shut up," You laughed, grabbing your phone to read the message.

'I've had a rough day, and, honestly, all I want right now is a drink and someone to cuddle with.'

Joe snatched your phone from your hands and began to type a response before you could get it back. He sent it, lightly tossing your phone over his shoulder.

"Joseph!" You scolded, grabbing your phone.

"What? I just scored you a date!"

'I can help with the drinks. Wanna hit up a pub later?'

"I'm gonna kill you—"

The vibration of the phone caught your attention again.

'That'd be perfect. I'll invite the boys, if you're okay with that?'

'Sounds good :)'

"Someone's got a date~," Joe sang out.

"It's not a date!"

*

"Five tequila shots, please," Lucy spoke to the bartender as soon your group had entered the bar.

"Five?" You asked, a little concerned.

"Five." She states, quickly downing the shots as soon as they were set on the bar.

"Maybe you should slow down a little, Luce," Ben commented, placing a hand on the small of your back to gently move you away from Lucy so he was closer and she could hear him over the noise.

You took a seat beside them, suddenly feeling a little jealous of how close Ben could get to her without anyone asking any questions.

"I'm fine, Ben." Lucy responded, downing the last shot before ordering the strongest drink the pub offered.

You sighed, just getting a plain gin and tonic before following the group as they went to their table. Everyone had a drink in hand, aside from Allen who was DD'ing for the night.

A few hours passed as the four of you got progressively more tipsy. When it finally got to the point where it seemed like Allen may have to carry the group out to the car, he made the executive decision to cut everyone off.

Obviously, being drunk and all, the four of you protested like children being told they couldn't have any more candy, but that passed once he actually got everyone out of the pub.

Once inside his car, Gwil and Ben began to raid Allen's CD collection to try to find a "banger", as Ben had to elegantly put it, for the drive back to the dorms. No one could agree on anything, so Allen just flipped on the radio. A pop station turned on, to which Ben feigned a gag and flipped to an old rock station that you remembered listening to with your dad as a little kid.

Much to the only sober person's dismay, Don't Stop Me Now came blaring over the speakers which was only drowned out momentarily by excited, drunken screams. Soon enough, the vehicle was filled with the four of you singing wildly off-key. When it got to the final chorus, you were practically laying across Lucy's lap as you belted out the words that you could only half remember. She laughed loudly, throwing her head back as you gave an over-the-top expression when the song ended, pretending you'd just finished the performance of a lifetime.

"Alright rock stars," Allen began, putting the car in park. "We're at the dorms. Are all of you capable of finding your way back to your rooms or do I need to guide you there, too?"

Lucy waved him off. "Pfft, we'll be fine. [Name] and I got each other to rely on in case we get lost," She slurred, throwing an arm over your shoulders. "Might need to guide the boys, though. I don't think they know where they are," She stage whispered the last part, throwing open the car door on her side, dragging you up with her.

Eventually, the two of you had managed to find your room after what felt like forever.

"I'm exhausted!" Lucy huffed, falling onto her bed, patting the space beside her. "Come sit with me,"

You reluctantly sat with her, unsure of what you'd say in your drunken state. However, if you did do something you'd regret, the good news was, she wouldn't remember anything.

"I want to watch a movie!" She whined.

You giggled. "Which one?"

"Ooh, Lady And The Tramp!" She clapped excitedly.

You laughed again, standing to put the disk in before joining her on her bed once again, the springs squeaking under your weight.

All throughout the movie, Lucy began to get closer to you. Eventually, she was laying her head across your chest and you were rubbing your fingers through her hair. It wasn't a romantic gesture, just something you started to do, not even thinking twice about it. Though, you began to think she might be weirded out by your actions, so you stopped, earning a small whine from her, so you giggled and continued.

When the movie got to the most famous scene where the dogs slurped spaghetti, you decided you may as well just confess your feelings to her. Though, had you been sober, the thought wouldn't have even crossed your mind. You knew this was a complete 180 from where you were at the beginning of the night, but neither of you would remember it, so did it really matter?

"Lucy," You whispered, looking down at her.

She turned her head to look at you, smiling. "Yeah?"

"I, um, have something to tell you,"

She sat up, crossing her legs and resting her hands on her feet. "You can tell me anything,"

"Uh..." You looked around the room; anywhere but her.

She placed a hand on your knee, giving it a gentle squeeze to reassure you.

You closed your eyes, sighing. "I... Have feelings for you,"

She didn't say anything, worrying you. Just as you opened your eyes to see what her expression was, you saw her leaning towards you.

Before you knew it, you were kissing the girl you'd been thinking about nonstop for the last month, and it was everything you hoped it would be.

Joe's gonna lose his shit, You thought, smiling into the kiss. Soon after, your hands found their way into her short, blonde hair and hers snaked around the back of your neck, deepening the kiss.

[fanwarriorfictions]

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A Stranger Things Fanfic

Chapter Six: The Monster

   Phina pulls her sister, running as fast as she can. Her mind racing, the adrenaline pumping through her veins. While Nancy screamed for Jonathan, Phina was trying to come up with any plan she could to save her sister.

Phina hears Jonathan answering yells, faintly, saying, follow my voice! She listenes for him as he keeps yelling for them. They slow down, listening to him.

Then the sound of the monster to their left gets them gong again, screams leaping from their lips.

Phina pulls Nancy behind a tree, falling against it, breathing heavily.

"What are we going to do," Nancy cries.

"Shh," Phina whispers.

The monsters heavy foot steps and strange noises come closer, walking right behind the tree they hid behind. It passes, the noise getting fainter.

Jonathan's voice sounds out again, this time from a tree about ten feet away from them. Both their heads look towards it, and then they look back at each other.

Phina sighs, "Nancy, on the count of three, I want you to run as fast as you can."

Nancy shakes her head, "I'm not going without you."

"I'll be right behind you, ok?" Phina looks at the tree and slowly begins to get back to her feet. "One. Two.. Three."

They bolt. Nancy gets there first, and she starts to crawl through as fast as she can. Phina turns to look for the monster, and she sees it weaving through the trees towards them.

Nancy gets through, landing on Jonathan as he pulls her out through the gooy substance. She turns to help Phina, but she isn't behind her.

"Phina!"

The monster runs at her and she doesn't think, just brings her arms up and digs down into herself, a wall of white hot fire forming in front of her in answer.

Nancy and Jonathan shield their eyes from the bright white light that shines through the hole.

The monster shrieks, runing away from the fire and Phina dives down, crawling through. As soon as Nancy sees her hand, she grabs it, yanking her out.

Phina falls through, groaning as she hit the ground. Leaves and dirt stuck to her body, the goo acting as glue.

"What the hell was that light," Jonathan asks.

"I don't know," Phina lies, "it just happened."

The hole in the tree slowly closes, and Phina glances down at the black tattoo on her wrist, "I don't know."

-

Steve Harrington had been worried about Nancy all day, she'd acted strange that morning, and he wanted to make sure she was ok. That's exactly what he was doing right now.

He climbs onto the Wheeler's roof, like he'd done the other night to get into Nancy's room. He goes to the window with a smile on his face but it instantly falls when he looks inside. Nancy and Jonathan Byers sat on her bed, facing away from him. Jonathan was wrapping his jacket around Nancy's shoulders.

Steve felt his heart break, and he was about to turn and leave when he decided otherwise. He climbed over to the other side of the slanted roof, where he knew Phina's room was at.

Her curtains were half way drawn closed, but open just enough for him to look through. She sat on her bed, her sketchbook in her lap, drawing. She had just gotten done taking a shower, her wet hair in a bun on top of her head, her body covered only by a, black bathrobe.

Steve felt his face heat up, and he didn't know why. He continued to watch her, and that's when he noticed the tears streaming down her face. He'd never seen her cry like this, no, he'd seen her tears of anger, but these, these were tears of sadness, of fear.

His heart lurched, painfully. Phina was scared, and he felt a need to protect her from whatever it was, but he couldn't. It wasn't like he could just knock on her window and whisper to her that she was safe, no, she'd probably hit him over the head with her baseball bat for looking through her window.

Phina looked down at her drawing and groaned, frustration showing on her face. She threw her sketchbook on the ground and hid her face in her hands, sobs racking her body.

Steve lifted his hand, to knock, but he couldn't do it. Even if she didn't kill him for being there, she wouldn't want him to comfort her. She hated him, and he didn't blame her for that, he couldn't, not with the shit he did to Jonathan. Or with the crap that his friends put her through.

He lookes down at the sketchbook on the ground, which was open to a recent page, farther along in the book. With a start, and a small smile, he realized it was a drawing of him, an amazingly detailed drawing of him. Maybe she didn't hate him as much as she made it out to be.

-

Phina felt as if she was being watched, so she turned her head towards her window, but nothing was there. She shook her head, she was just paranoid after what she just went through. She got up off her bed and walked over to her window, closing the curtains the rest of the way.

She stepped on her sketchbook and looked down at it, the first drawing of Steve Harrington that she had done looked up at her, his eyes saying all the words she wished she'd hear him say, to her. That drawing had not been the last one, no, any time she let her hand control her, it drew him, and it was driving her mad.

If her previous drawing of the monster had come to life, what could she expect of Steve Harrington's drawing. She didn't know, didn't want to know. All she wanted to do was sleep,

She wanted to sleep forever and live out the rest of her life in her dreams, but she couldn't. So she laid down in her bed, and prayed for the best sleep of her life, which only came about due to the pure exhaustion that flooded her veins.

-

The next morning Phina woke up and got dressed quickly, heading to Nancy's room.

She knocks, "Nancy, it's me."

The door opens and she quickly slides in and closes the door, locking it behind her.

Nancy went back over and sat on the bed, next to a sleepy Jonathan, "you're just in time."

Phina walks over and sits next to Nancy, who had multiple books spread out in front of her, "what is all of this?"

"As I was just explaining to Jonathan, that this thing, whatever it is, is a predator, and it hunts alone. Now, remember at Steve's, how Barb cut herself? And then last night, the deer."

Jonathan nods, "it was bleeding too."

Phina tilts her head, "do you think this thing can smell blood?"

Nancy nods, "like a shark. Now, sharks can detect blood in one part per million and the can smell it from a mile away."

Phina nods, working through what Nancy was suggesting, "if it's true then..."

"It's just a theory," Nancy whispers.

Phina realizes what sort of plan she has going on in her head. She didn't know whether to shake her and tell Nancy she's stupid, or to tell her she's a genius.

"We could test it," Jonathan says, "but if it works."

"At least we'll know its coming," Nancy says.

Phina stands up and paces, "so we'll just have to be prepared for when the son of a bitch shows."

Suddenly Nancy's doorknob starts to rattle and Karen's voice comes through the door, "honey, are you up. Have you seen your sister."

"Yeah, I'm getting dressed, Phina's in here," Nancy shouts.

"Hi," Phina shouts.

"Ok, I made blueberry pancakes," Karen says.

"We'll be down in a second," Nancy closes her eyes and sighs.

It's quiet for a moment and Phina looks down at Nancy and Jonathan's hands, his was on top of hers. They pull away from each other shyly.

"Your mom doesn't knock," Jonathan smiles at Nancy.

Nancy laughs and looks at him. Phina clears her throat, trying to get them to remember that she's here.

"Jonathan, you climb out the window, my mom can't know you were here. We'll meet you out at your car in 30 minutes," Phina tells him.

"Wait, why," Jonathan asks.

"I told you, if we're gonna bring this thing to us, we gotta be prepared," she says.

-1422 words-

[the-firebird69]

Still have enough out of this crap and sit here surrounded by bugs lizards all over crap in his face you can't have your own money I kind of think that these people are stupid but now it's proven it's a damn dumb I'm going to go through this stuff now doing nothing as they say it's ridiculous I'm tired of all these clones I have to clear these things faster we need more troops he says that we're up against the wall we need to get more troops these monsters will do it they do all the small bunkers and we have huge cages that are going to come out because of the war right now we need those too and it's going to work and we'll have it but boy has it been difficult in the clones that I control and that's way too many bunkers far too many he had no idea that's all they had him snowed under like they're trying to constantly

There's a huge war against basis it's gigantic and yeah most of the clones of these idiots gigantic okay we have tons and tons of troops and boy this is a big number these guys just keep coming out of every every single crevice here's right we're way behind and his right too we need a really huge draw and we need to not stop only need to remove the cloning contaminated and take it over this guy's not so bright we should be able to do something let's try doing it all over the world no other Ariana got called up said with ease we'll take him over it's way too hard they said that's too many these guys are flooding out of there it's a damn dangerous place to live is Earth but we have basis all over big ones we're actually combining some because they're close together and they're huge these jerks are going non-stop at them that's all we need some of our bases are bigger than States and these assholes keep flowing out every area. We have 10 million septillion molar going at each large base and another 10 million septillion like an hour behind them at each base the max do too and they're all falling today we had about 500 million subtillion come at us and died and this huge numbers coming out that are bigger than that okay Chris is the foreigners are hitting them too they had about 400 million septillion you know what we might open the door if they demanded enough we can try for Kansas and with that we see about 300 septillion on the wall no there's 3 million septillion there heading there they're only two minutes away from being right on the wall that little holes in the ground now like spiders these guys replicate fast so if they can get the door open we might the huge door. Massive massive numbers

We're moving out and preparing for war his people are a huge pain in the ass the constantly asking for here they won't leave anyone alone it's full of retards so going after their bunkers very fast and we need to be here in a much bigger numbers he was right the whole time he's disgusting warlock made way too many of themselves and they can't be stopped without absolute Force I'm calling up all the troops and I'm calling up all the citizens we're enacting the draft it's ridiculous it's way too past it it's been going on for far too long it's our duty and it's very dangerous here we got shattered on and all sorts of ridiculous threats out they don't need this I'm amazed I'm angry because yes there are so many at the gate and the door anything in the middle of them we have to get we need Giants he's been saying it are you blind are you stupid we need the Godzilla's out I need protection I don't want anybody saying no I don't want you saying no sarcastically I don't want you filibustering fakely I want you to get the damn thing done everybody has to stand up and make it work as a team you don't need to be manipulated manipulated manipulated

Thor Freya

We're moving out and we can get the monsters out his recommendation was looked at he said he needs protection or people need protection we need these big monsters like 10 years ago for real you have an emergency we don't have it come on now I said that last three cent words but I'm saying it too we got to get a move on we're doing it we're picking which case in the war room we're going to be in the War room Non-Stop if you're not in there you have a reason to or general take your place or going non-stop now and we're doing that anyways no we're doing it now

Nuada Arrianna

World War and they sounded it this morning and I don't want to hear anymore about it yes I do we need to do this thing it's a good

Thor Freya

We're going in the world now I'm going to designate people to take our place when we leave and we should have listened in the first place I've got a list of stuff we should have listened to I'm going to enact it now

Olympus