#master bedroom with gray walls ideas

[drunkasaurus]

Master - Transitional Bedroom A large transitional master bedroom with a white floor and light wood walls.

[emilieshapirostudio]

Miami Master Bedroom Inspiration for a large contemporary master light wood floor and beige floor bedroom remodel with gray walls

[iamthelandscape]

Bedroom Richmond Inspiration for a large transitional master dark wood floor and brown floor bedroom remodel with gray walls

[i-will-not-stop]

Walk-In San Francisco Inspiration for a large transitional gender-neutral light wood floor and white floor walk-in closet remodel with flat-panel cabinets and white cabinets

[melloface]

Master Bedroom Charlotte Example of a large trendy master carpeted bedroom design with gray walls and no fireplace

[renietan]

Bedroom Wood

[latenightdaydreams]

Halloween Party- König CollegeAU (fem)

MDNI🔞

Story from the poll!

Master List ✍🏽

>cw: fem/afab, p in v, role play

1.5k word count

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Dressed in a black and gray flannel with dark wash jeans, König lifts his wolf mask to take a drink of his beer. The large home begins to fill up quickly with other students, he eyes everyone subconsciously searching for you. He lowers his mask and walks out of the kitchen towards the overcrowded living room. Just then the door opens, catching his attention he looks over to see you.

You walk in wearing a white and red dress with a red cape covering your hair and shoulders. König stares at you for a little while until your eyes meet his. He rolls his eyes at you and walks away; annoyed with how fucking breathtakingly beautiful you look in that shade of red.

You look around, scanning the crowd for your friends that showed earlier than you could make it. The music is blaring, each room so full it’s difficult for you to make your way past people. Once to the kitchen you grab a beer and open it, looking around.

König walks towards you slowly. Even with the mask on you know it’s him, there is no one else at the school as tall as he is. You take a sip and turn to look up at König as he leans against the kitchen counter next to you. He takes a moment to look down at you, his eyes trailing over your exposed cleavage before making eye contact again. All you can do is question his motives.

“Our costumes go together.” He leans down to speak in your ear, his thick Austrian accent dripping from his words.

“They do.” You gaze up, meeting the yellow eyes of the mask.

“Hm.”

“What?” You snap quickly.

“Jesus, nothing. Chill out.” König snaps back.

“Okay.” You push yourself off the counter and walk away.

König’s eyes follow you as you walk away. Your thighs jiggle with each step forward, your white thigh high stockings digging into your supple flesh. He swallows hard as he tries to control his thoughts; you’re…you. The fact he can’t seem to stop thinking about you is a struggle when you’re dressed in your baggy clothes, but now seeing you like this is driving him up a fucking wall.

The whole party you both keep crossing paths. His eyes take in every single inch of your beautiful body. When your loud melodic laughs boom out, he turns his attention towards you. A mixture of annoyance and possessiveness as he watches you flirt with John of all people. König is much better looking and stronger than he is, what do you see in him?

After a while you get up and walk away, walking up stairs in search of a bathroom. It seems like no one is really upstairs. You can hear a couple having sex from behind one of the closed bedroom doors, but the music and chatter from downstairs drowns out all other noises. Even the footsteps behind you.

König stalks behind you as if he really were the big bad wolf hunting poor Little Red. He has no idea what has come over him, he just wants to be close to you, talk to you, feel you. Before your hands could open the bathroom door, he wraps one arm around your waist and the other to cover your mouth as he lifts you and drags you into the bedroom directly across. You thrash, but König is so much larger it does nothing to fight him off.

“Shhh, it’s me.” König says as he lets you go and closes the bedroom door, resting his weight against it so you can’t just leave.

You turn to look up at his mask in the dark room. He reaches out and turns on the light switch but says nothing. Your hands pull at the hem of your short dress as you let out an annoyed scoff. What is he even doing?

“What do you want?” You hiss.

“Red…looks good on you.” He speaks slowly, still unmoving.

“Thanks?”

“Good enough to eat…” There is no denying the lust in his tone.

His unexpected comment causes you to smirk, looking up at him as you begin to laugh. “That was lame. Because you’re the wolf and I’m…” Your voice trails off as you point at your costume.

König smiles underneath the mask, enjoying being the one to make you laugh. For a moment he was scared that you’d just slap him and demand to return to the party. Your lips look so beautiful when you smile, it makes his head beat pick up.

“Might be lame, but it’s true.” He grabs his mask and pulls it off of his head, showing his messy and slightly sweaty blond hair.

There is another moment of silence that consumes the air around you both before he steps forward, dropping his mask on the ground. Your eyes widen with surprise as he stands right in front of you looking down. His massive size making you feel small, but it isn’t an unwelcome feeling. With one hand he reaches out and caresses the side of your face, his touch surprisingly gentle for someone who ‘hates’ you.

“You’re really beautiful.” König whispers as he leans in to kiss you, moving slowly as to give you time to reject him; you don’t.

Your lips are warm and soft, tasting like the cider beer you were nursing all night. His hands rest lightly on your hips, still waiting for the rejection that never comes. When your lips part slightly, he takes that opportunity to quickly push his tongue into your mouth, letting out a deep moan as he does. With slow steps he walks you both towards the bed.

As your body hits the plush sheets on the bed you smile up at König. “Are you drunk?”

“As sober as can be.” He says pulling off his flannel and unbuttoning his pants.

König parts your legs to see the red underwear you’re wearing, his hands caressing your stockings and bare thighs as he moves them up and down your legs. The tip of his erection poking out of the band of his boxer briefs and dripping small drops of precum. He can see part of a bush peaking from the sides of the fabric making him even more excited.

“Mein Gott. You’re so beautiful, you know that?” He says as he pulls his pants off, kicking them aside and stroking his cock.

“I want to be on top.”  You say with a small giggle as you reposition yourself to be on your knees.

“That’s… fine with me.” He says climbing on to the bed next to you.

The moment he lays down, you straddle his lap. His cock can feel the warmth radiating from between your legs. Only a thin piece of fabric separating the two of you; it throbs craving to be inside of it already.

Your fingers pull at the lace that holds your breasts inside of the dress teasingly slowly. König watches with anticipation as the fabric falls to the sides, exposing your ample breasts. The expression of desperate desire crosses his face as he reaches up to grab them. They’re warm and heavy in his hands, your skin velvety soft.

“Do you want me, Mr. Big Bad Wolf?”

“Ja, ich will dich.” His fingers pinch your hardened nipples between his fingers.

“Promise to not eat my grandma if I let you have me?” You smirk, leaning back slightly to grasp his hard cock.

“I promise.” He is enjoying your small role play.

“Good boy.”

König’s eyes are glued between your legs as he watches the length of his juicy cock disappear inside of your tight cunt. His hands squeeze your breasts as he lets out a shaky breath. After years of craving you in silence, he finally has you here on top of him. He lets his arms drop as you move on to your feet and begin to bounce. Your breasts follow the motion of your every move, making him torn between looking up and down. Eventually it’s all too much and he closes his eyes, dropping his head back so he doesn’t cum so quickly.

“Who knew Wolf had such a big cock.” Your words come out broken between moans.

“You’re…just so tight.” His hands grab the bed sheets as he tries to calm himself from the explosive pleasure of your virgin like cunt strangling his cock. “I want to cum so badly.”

“Yeah?” You reach out and grab his face, forcing him to look at you. “You want to fill me with pups?”

“God yes…” The way you’re so sweet yet here you are speaking so filthy is driving him insane. He had no idea that you’d be so kinky. “I want to keep you and fuck you until you have my pups.”

“Oh Mr. Wolf.”

König looks at your face as he thrust up to meet each bounce. He can’t help his dominate side wanting to come out, grab you, and fuck you until you can’t speak correctly. A small growl leaves his throat before he reaches up, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you forward on to him. His hands grip your ass cheeks, spreading them as he bucks up into you at a rapid pace. Your moans come out in one long stream mixed in with profanities.

“Mr…Wolf.” You cry out. “Fuck!”

[mooni]

based on one idea i had, wrote this a little while ago and finally decided to post here

At some point, Jay stopped.

Stopped caring. Stopped trying. Just.. stopped.

Talking was all but torture, so he didn't talk. Eating felt pointless, so he didn't eat. Going outside became a chore, so he didn't bother.

Instead, he just existed. Look ahead with empty eyes, eat the food the others left right outside the door for him, throw that up, sleep, repeat. He didn't want to die, not really, but he didn't have the energy to live.

After doing nothing but stare at bedroom walls and old pictures for days, Cole and the others had staged some stupid intervention. Told him that they missed her too, that they understood, but that what he was doing wasn't healthy.

Something like that, anyways. It happened only a few minutes ago. He couldn't remember the details. (He didn't want to.) All he knew was that a mountain of words later, he'd found himself sitting outside.

He looked up at the sky. Today was a sunny day, blue untainted by a single cloud, temperature warm but not hot, gentle winds blowing every so often.

How strange it was, that the world could be so perfect and yet so very destroyed.

Everything about his own was ruined. Ever since.. the incident, it felt like all eyes were on him, and First Spinjitzu Master were the stares terrible. Pitiful things, words whispered behind closed doors and told right to his face, blank apologies that didn't mean anything to their owner or their recipient. The empty, yawning pit that could never truly be filled, signed away to deep brown eyes and childhood dreams years ago. Those stupid voices that stirred, pulling him down, down, so far down. That feeling, that godawful, terrible, freeing feeling when he didn't resist.

But the worst part? Nya was still out there. They'd held a funeral for her, but she wasn't dead. Gone, but not dead. Not dead, but not truly alive.

His yang had left him. (The wind got just a little more aggressive.)

Everyone left him. (Gray began to blanket the sky.)

Why did everyone leave? (The blue wasn't visible anymore.)

Jay clenched his fists, seething in silent rage. And they all said that they knew, that they understood. Kai was the only one who came anywhere close, and even then he didn't really get it. They dared to insinuate they felt what he did, dared to look him in the eyes and tell him they missed her just as much, dared to even suggest that he'd heal. He didn't need healing, he didn't need fixing, he needed gentle kisses and annoyed smiles and nighttime comforts where she'd wake up when he woke up and yeah dreams were terrible but the only dream he needed was right in front of him.

A yin to a yang, the eye of a hurricane, a love everlasting. Jay needed Nya, Nya needed Jay, and that truth would live long after they died.

He still needed her, but she didn't need him anymore.

Then he cried. Sat down on the steps since when had he been walking away and sobbed. Not just for Nya. Selfishly, he also wept for himself.

Because Jay Walker had disappeared into the sea with a thing wearing the face of Nya Smith, and all he'd left behind was a shell calling itself human.

The sky cried with him. First gentle, soft kisses of rain, the tears of heaven falling on his skin and tracing gentle patterns down. Then a little harder, harder, until harsh wind and unforgiving torrent of water was all that surrounded him.

Jay probably could've put a stop to it if he tried. But he had tried before. He'd been trying.

Fate was not kind to those who tried.

So he stopped.

[cheolaholic]

ring of love; csc (03)

summary; agreeing to join vernon spectate an underground boxing match wasn't how you'd expect to spend your friday night. you also didn't expect to see seungcheol, someone you've lost contact with for years, become a part of the ring.

modern! au • boxer! au • hhu focused • multiple kinds of tropes • fluff, angst, smut

a/n; new chapter !! also added navigation and some lists to my profile where you can find right here <3 you can find my masterlist, idea/wip dump, a link to my ask box where you can send in thots, requests and even comments; alongside my ao3 ^^

hope you all enjoy this chapter and lmk if you can guess which korean web series one of the scenes are from 👀

hint: it involves a certain kpop group

it was the beginning of fall when your family moved to daegu.

though it wasn’t a big or dramatic move, since you’re moving from the big city to a smaller town in the same province, it was still big to you because it was your first moving experience.

you vividly remember watching the colored leaves fall from the branches and onto the pavement, being stepped on by pedestrians and you imagined they made those ‘crunch’ noises as depicted by the many cartoons you’ve watched.

you were only 5 years old.

“___, are you excited to see our new home?” your mother asked from the passenger seat, turning to see you kneeling on the backseat, admiring the outside view. you turned to her with a big smile, letting out an excited ‘mm!’.

smiling at your enthusiasm, your mother turned to your father who was driving; reaching out her hand and placing it over your father’s resting on the armrest of the car. “do you think she’ll like the place?”

intertwining his fingers with hers, your father gave your mother’s hand an assuring squeeze, “i’m sure she will,” he spoke, “if she doesn’t, we’ll just have to hope it grows on her.”

your mother laughs at your father’s statement; at the same time hoping that it wouldn’t come to that.

the car stops in front of a white double-story terrace house. the second floor had been extended into a balcony and you notice the few familiar plants from your previous house put on display. half of the wall on the outside of the second story was an exposed brick wall, which adds a little bit of red-orange aesthetic to the full white design of the house. the ground level had a black gate, with two front doors in the same colour with floor-to-ceiling tinted windows.

getting out of the car, you ran up to the gates, attempting to climb them before your mother rushed over and picked you up. “sweetie, that’s dangerous!” she pointed out, a frown on her face.

your father was at the boot of the car, stacking two of the many boxes together before making his way to the gates. “honey, the keys are in my back pocket, could you get it?” reaching out a hand into your father’s pocket and fishing out the keys. unlocking the gates and the front door, your mother placed you down on the ground to help your father with the boxes while you decide to explore the interior of the house.

running up the stairs to the second story of the house, there were three gray colored doors. being a curious child, of course you went through all three of them. you opened the first door that revealed the master bedroom, which of course is going to be occupied by your parents. the second door lead to a bathroom; and when you reached the third door - a pink sign was hung on the door with your name written on it.

pushing the door open, the first thing you noticed was a pink bed tucked nicely in one corner of the room. across it was a white study table with a few trinkets decorating the surface, followed by a wooden closet right next to it. at the foot of your bed stood a similar level bookshelf, filled with all your favorite books and coloring books; alongside some of your plush toys.

“do you like it, babygirl?” came your father’s voice from behind you. whirling around and flashing him a big smile, you excitedly nod your head as he crouched down to your level, giving your hair a ruffle.

“i’m glad you do.”

he then proceeded to pick you up and placed you over his shoulder, legs hanging over his shoulders. “daddy!” you squealed, giggling as he gave you a piggyback ride.

“honey! ___!” your mother called out, “come meet our neighbours!”

you stared down at the young boy from your father’s shoulder while he stared back up at you.

as your father sets you down from his shoulder, the roles switched; you’re now staring up at the boy while he stares down at you.

seeing how the staring contest would not end anytime soon, your mother placed her hands on your shoulders, introducing you to the young boy and the woman standing next to him who you deduced to be his mother.

“my, what an intense staring contest,” she chuckled. “we’re the lees’! that’s my husband, and this is ___, my daughter.”

“intense, indeed,” the woman chuckled. “we’re the chois’. it’s nice to meet you, ___. this boy here is seungcheol, my son. my husband’s out back dealing with the garden.”

she then looked down at seungcheol, lightly patting his shoulders, “cheol, did you bring what i asked you to?”

snapping out of the staring contest he was having with you, seungcheol handed you a paper bag which you accepted after getting a nod of confirmation from your mother. looking inside the bag, you see a container of brownies, a small ‘wah…’ leaving your lips.

“mom and i baked them last night! we hope you’ll like them!” seungcheol said with a big grin on his face.

placing a hand on your head, your mother smiles, “our little ___ will definitely like them. she has an incredible sweet tooth.”

“no, i do not!”

“___, sweetie,” your father spoke up, “you ate half a tub of ice cream in half an hour.”

“daddyy!!”

you were 7 when your little crush on seungcheol began.

you were in the playground, swinging on the swingset with your bear plush in your lap when a group of boys approached you. “that’s our swing,” one of the boys spoke, arms crossed as they stared down at you.

you stopped swinging and looked at the group, “you can’t claim a swing. it’s a playground for everyone.” visibly upset by your response, the boys stepped closer so that they would tower over you. “well, this is our swing now. get off.”

“no.”

you could see the face of the boys turn red - from anger and embarrassment that you were refusing to follow their instructions. as they continued to stare down at you, one of them noticed your bear plush, snatching it out from your lap.

“hey!” you shouted, getting off the swing to try and get your plush back, “give him back!”

“nuh-uh,” the boy retorted, raising it up above his head so you can’t reach it, “that’s what you get for sitting on our swing!”

you then shove at the boy, crying out, “i said give him back!”

“back off, girlie!” another boy said, shoving you back with a harder force, causing you to fall back onto the ground of the playground.

as the boys walked away with your bear plush, leaving you to cry on the ground. they tossed it around, occasionally dropping it on the floor and purposefully stepping on the poor plush, later on acting as if they didn’t mean to do so. witnessing the boys’ treatment towards your plush,  you pulled your knees to your chest, hugging it as your cries grew louder.

“___?” a worried seungcheol called out.

crouching down in front of you, seungcheol places a hand on your head, gently petting it in an attempt to comfort you. “___, what happened? why are you crying? are you hurt anywhere?” you attempted to answer him. but, due to your crying, you had a hard time forming words, only letting out harsh pants and whimpers.

“easy there, ___,” seungcheol said softly, “take a deep breath, okay?”

when your crying calmed down, the older boy heard the laughters of the group of boys. turning his head towards their direction, he saw them taking turns throwing a plush bear at each other. seungcheol recognised the plush bear - it was the very same plush he had gifted you on your 7th birthday.

he then turned back to you, noticing that you were looking at the group with a frown on your face. pressing his thumb against your forehead, he gave you a gentle smile, “don’t frown like that, you’ll get wrinkles.”

turning back to the group, he let out a sigh, “they took your bear?”

you sniffled as you nod your head, wiping the snot from your nose with the sleeves of your hoodie. “do you want me to get it back for you?”

“p-please…”

nodding his head, seungcheol got back up on his feet, ruffling your hair before making his way towards the group of boys.

“hey, you rascals over there!” he called out.

you don’t know why, but you felt your heart race, a small blush forming on your face.

after seungcheol had gotten your bear plush back from the group of boys (mainly by scaring them off because imagine an older, taller boy approaching you with a scary look after talking to the girl whose bear you had snatched), he walked you back to your house.

as his parents were out working, it wasn’t unusual for seungcheol to spend some time at your place with your parents as he waited for his to return home. sitting beside you on the porch of the backyard of your back garden, seungcheol was eating a piece of brownie your mom had baked while you enjoyed a cone of vanilla ice cream.

“you need to learn to stand up for yourself, ___,” seungcheol spoke, placing the now empty plate next to him and looked at you. “but, i have you to protect me!” you responded with a smile on your face, earning a small laugh from the boy. “i know, ___. but, i can’t always be there for you.”

“d-does this mean you’re leaving me…?” you asked, tears welling up in your eyes. “oh, ___,” seungcheol said softly as he places a hand on your head, “that’s not what i mean. i meant it as in, there will be times where i can’t always be with you. you remind me of a puppy,” he chuckled. “maybe that can be a nickname for you, hmm?”

when your eyes light up and nod excitedly at the older boy, he lets out another laugh and ruffles your hair.

“alright then, pup.”

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[tomblythismyhusband]

haunted [coriolanus snow x fem!reader] pt. 5

[summary]: coriolanus snow x fem!reader | After Coriolanus invites you to move in with him, you both having looming thoughts about the idea. Will this be a good thing?

[warnings]: this is an 18+ series!!! | mentions of choking, toxic!corio

[wc]: 1.2k

[note]: tysm for the overwhelming amount of requests for this series! i’ve got new ideas for this series so it’s definitely continuing!!! :)

**master list**

You believed him. You believed every dirty lying word that came from his mouth. You ate from the palm from his hand, agreeing with anything he said because he loved you.

After you made up with Coriolanus on that gloomy afternoon, he had instantly invited you to move in with him. You used to sleep over at his apartment all the time but now this was the next step up. A new chapter.

You felt giddy packing your things up and handing them one by one to the movers. Coriolanus was all yours now. You felt as if the sun was shining on everything he’d ever done. You know him now, all his haunted thoughts, guilty feelings. There was nothing standing between him loving you.

You taped up the last cardboard box of things and wiped your brow with a sigh. You didn’t realize exactly how much stuff you had until you had to move it.

“That should be the last of them.” You said to the burly moving guy who had been helping you all afternoon. He gave a grunt and picked up the box, walking out of your now empty bedroom. You gazed at the bare walls in slight sadness.

“This will be good.” You whispered to yourself. You could almost see it now, early morning breakfasts, late night sex, tender moments alone. Life with Coriolanus would be perfect. Simply perfect.

“Rosetta!” Coriolanus roared down the hall, summoning his maid. She was a sad old hag from the districts. He hated her presence most of the time, she was a constant reminder that district filth still roamed about the Capitol.

Rosetta came scurrying into Coriolanus’s bedroom, cheeks flushed and breathing rapidly. Pathetic.

“Rosetta, the movers for Y/n’s things should be here any moment. You will be the one to overlook the whole process.” He said in a bored tone. Rosetta fidgeted with her skirt. “But-“

Coriolanus’ eyes flashed her a warning look, sending a pang of fear throughout her body. “U-understood.” Rosetta nodded, bowing at her waist before exiting the bedroom.

Coriolanus rolled his eyes and let out a breath. He was tired of all the incompetent people around him. He deserved better. He glanced around his room. The thought of you now living here made him uneasy. Admittedly, he had only asked you to move in with him to distract you from thinking too much about the Lucy Gray situation. At least with you under his roof he could keep careful watch, make sure you don’t get any funny ideas of turning him in.

He could still see the fear in your face so clearly from the night before. The wide doe eyes, parted lips, pale face. Coriolanus hated to admit it but he loved seeing you that way. It reminded him of Lucy Gray.. how she looked before she ran. A fearful innocence that he craved. He liked that you were so naive. You didn’t seem to bat an eye at his words, because you so desperately wanted to see the good in him.

Coriolanus smiled to himself. You were his puppet, his doll. He was sure that if he’d asked you to marry him you would say yes in a heartbeat. All these things would come in handy when he was president. He could already see it now, him, dressed in the finest clothes, standing before Panem, while you, stood at his side respectfully, smiling towards the crowds shining your innocence.

He heard the sound of the front door creaking open, and heels clicking on the floor. Coriolanus sighed. You were here. He glanced at himself in the mirror, laid down a stray curl that never cooperated with the slick back look he had going on, and left the room.

“Corio!” You exclaimed when you saw his tall figure emerge from the hallway. He gave you a wry smile and opened his arms a bit. You took the invitation of an embrace grinning.

His hands were cold, sending shivers down your spine as you hugged. You felt his hand squeeze you tighter before his head dipped down next to your ear.

“Glad you’re here Y/n…” He whispered in a low tone. His voice sounded like music to your ears. He wanted you! He was glad!

Coriolanus let go of you and looked down at you with a look of adoration. His hand slid up your body till it reached your cheek, and cupped it. His thumb brushed against your cheekbones lightly making you feel woozy. You gave him a soft smile.

“Now you’ll never be out of my sight, darling.” Coriolanus murmured. You were surprised at the words. You wondered if he had meant them in a joking way and just had a problem with his tone. Coriolanus had always been one to use dry humor after all. Nevertheless you still grinned up at him, not wanting to ruin this moment you both had going on.

Finally you pulled away. Your gaze flicked to the maid carrying your bags down the hall with care. Your eyebrows furrowed when you noticed that the woman was taking your things in an entirely different direction than where Coriolanus’ bedroom was. You cocked your head at him.

“Why is she taking my stuff to one of your spare rooms?” You asked. Coriolanus stuffed his hands into his pockets.

“Darling, you know I work late. Why would I want to wake you?” He gave her a small smile. “You can still sleep in my bed, but I thought it would be best to give you your own space.” You thought over his words and they all seemed to make sense.

“Well that’s…. very thoughtful Corio.. thank you.” You nodded. You grabbed his hand. It felt huge in your own. Sometimes you love the way his body engulfed you, until you remembered how thoes same hands had wrapped around your neck, blocking the air passage in your throat. Hands that had killed. You shook off this memory.

He didn’t mean it. He didn’t mean it. He was angry. He said he was sorry. He loves me.

“You know.. I’m excited to take this step with you Corio.” You said sweetly, gazing up at him. Coriolanus cocked a brow. “Excited?”

You gave him a nod. “I feel as if we’re… connecting you know? Getting closer.” Coriolanus’ stomach felt sick as he gave you a weak smile and nodded.

You had always been a dreamer when it came to him. Growing up in the Capitol, you were always told that status and marrying the powerful was everything. And Coriolanus? Not only had he been your friend for years but he also was extremely well liked in the Capitol. You were hopeful that moving in with him would eventually lead to… well- marriage.

Coriolanus dropped your hand and made a show of checking his watch. You pushed away the hurt that came from the action. He loved you. He’s just a busy man.

“I have a meeting to get to. Get settled in.” He murmured. He gave you a quick kiss on the forehead and left swiftly down the hall to grab his things before making his way out of the apartment. You watched him with a slight sadness you couldn’t explain.

You decided to take this as a sign to go see your room. As you walked down the hall you couldn’t help but notice the cold emptiness of the apartment. Especially with Coriolanus gone, life seemed to be sucked out of the place. Of course everything was clean and tidy, but it almost seemed like a museum. Not an ounce of love was in anything.

You sighed and entered your bedroom, and started to unpack your things, reassuring yourself over and over again that this was good. Coriolanus and you were fine. And you're just a stupid, stupid girl.

tagging: @merlieve

[icanbeyourjedi-writes]

It Was Just A Dream... Chapter Two

Summary: Frankie is all moved in, or is he? A cute game of cat and mouse has an ending you wouldn’t expect, Frankie’s mood swings end with an outcome neither of them expected.  Words: 5,000+ Rating: 18+ Adult Themes Warnings/Triggers:  Addiction, Falling for Your Brothers Friend, Language, OFC is somewhat described as someone with longer hair, but no race/eye color/body type  

A/N: I don’t know much about addiction, just the things that I googled and seen portrayed on TV. This is completely an AU. I had the beginning of this story pop in my head randomly and thought it sounded fun to explore. Sure we all love Frankie was that sweet puppy dog…but what if he had his own inner demons he had to battle with.  The ‘coke charge’ was mentioned in TF and I kinda wanted to explore that side of him. 

**This is written asa  first person, and it's my first time writing in first person, so please be gentle with me. I also include Frankie's POV which will be Bold and Italics

It took two days, four, well three and a half strong men moved all of Frankie’s stuff. My house might be small, but the best part. Despite only having two bedrooms, the bedrooms are huge. The guest room is slightly smaller than my master and there isn’t an attached bathroom but still plenty is space for his stuff. I kept the small desk there, well honestly that was the only thing I had there. Five years of living here and my guest room was still empty. Mostly why I think Benny volunteered my space, I was also someone he knew. All of Frankie’s belongings were still in taped boxes. We didn’t know how long Benny was going to be gone, it made sense to bring more than just a duffle bag of stuff. 

It's been two weeks since he had moved in, his clothes still in boxes, extra bedding still in boxes. He’s been wearing the same gray sweatpants and black shirt since he got here. Now don’t get me wrong, I love a man in specifically gray ones as much as the next girl, but he hasn’t changed. I don’t even know if he has showered. Seeing him all mopey is making me mad and slightly frustrated. I know he would much rather be back at what has been his home for years, but he needs help and I want to help. I just have no idea what I am doing. I’m feeling guilty making him move, and I know I shouldn’t. 

Thanks to having no social life I had a lot of PTO built up, I’ve been off these two weeks trying to help him feel at home. It’s been mostly awkward living with him when it shouldn’t. Awkward grunts, one word answers, he eats alone despite my best efforts. Yesterday he came out of his room and talked to me, it was about a cricket outside his window that just wouldn’t shut up. It was the first time he seemed to be normal? Is that even the right word, what is normal? 

It’s late afternoon, and he had been in his room the entire day. Walking past his room and I see him sitting on the edge of his bed, staring at the boxes sitting along the wall picking at his fingernails. He has had mood swings that have him going from happy to sad in seconds.  I thought about walking past him again, keep going on with my day.  But I couldn’t stand seeing the boxes still stacked. It felt like he was ready to move as soon as Benny stepped foot on American soil again, and I was terrified of seeing him live like he didn’t belong here.  I stop and gently tap on the open door, “hey…you want some help with those?”

He doesn’t look up at me, instead he just continues to stare at the box, “there’s just so much, I don’t know where to start” he takes a deep breath hanging his head 

I walk into his room, he is still sitting on the bed. I grab the top box labeled ‘shirts’ and then turn back towards him. I tap his foot with mine, motioning with my head he needs to move. He stands up and watches as I drop the box on the bed and start grabbing a few shirts and put them in one of the many empty drawers. I hear him sigh with disapproval and I look at him “What?” I groan in frustration 

“They need to be folded neatly, and by color. As well as style, but it’s fine…it’s fine. I’ll just do it later” he rubs the back of his neck

Call it being a perfectionist, I call it someone who was trained that everything always had to have order.  Everything needed to have crisp lines, be organized.  Having its rightful spot, years of military training would do this to a person and I was all too aware that it wasn’t fine.

I pull the shirts back out of the drawer, hoping he doesn’t see my eye roll and I set them back in the box. I didn’t expect this to be easy, but I also didn’t expect I was going to have to be his mother and not a friend. I didn’t think I was going to have to tell Frankie to eat, to take a shower. All the things I thought he already knew, was he like this in rehab? “Then refold the shirts and put them in the drawer” shit was that too aggressive? “I think I might make you feel more at home if you do” I put a hand on his shoulder gently rubbing it. 

I watch as he takes a shirt out, folds it meticulously. The edges of the shirt are perfect, he sets it on the bed, his hand running over the shirt, taking out any wrinkles. Every shirt has an order, by color, type, it is memorizing watching him as he moves. Folding every time with such perfection. I have to shake my head and snap out of it, I grab another box and open it to find it stuffed with boxers. He is completely focused on his shirts as I work to put the boxer briefs in a drawer hoping the fold in half method works for him. 

I pull out black pair after black pair.  There was an occasional gray mixed in. After seeing him in those gray sweatpants for the past two weeks my mind can’t help but imagine him in these and how great they would make his thighs look, his…’stop.  Don’t think about that. He’s now your roommate you can’t do that’ all those thots fall when I pull out a baby blue pair with little cat heads wearing headsets. Different types of helicopters fill the empty space between the cat faces. I can’t but giggle holding them up, Frankie stops what he is doing and looks up, “care to explain these” holding the boxers in the air and shake them, I arch an eyebrow at him smiling 

He reaches across and snatches them from my hands “nope…” he paused for a moment fold the boxers in half “you got them” he places them on the bottom of the drawer under the pile of black ones 

“I did?” I truly don’t remember. One would think someone would remember getting boxers that looked like that 

“Yeah, Christmas a few years ago” he returns his focus to the shirts in the box

”Oh my God, you’re right. I did” I laugh

”You said, that I was impossible to shop for, and you wanted something unique to remember you when I was away” 

Frankie is the most impossible person to shop for. He always would say he didn’t need anything, he said to not waste money on a guy like him. He wasn’t worth it. I watch Frankie roll his eyes as I tell him again that he is impossible to shop for. A hint of a smile begins to appear and I think that we might have a breakthrough. I finished the box I was working on, broke it down and leaned it against the wall. Frankie pulls out his last shirt and folds it, setting it on the top of a pile. Grabbing the small stack he turns and starts to put them in the top drawer. I grab the box and start to break it down when I see a film strip inside. I reach in and grab the photos. 

I stare at them, a clean shaven, wide-eyed twenty something Francisco Morales. I had a photo from this shoot, but I never saw these two. It was before his first deployment and the guys went and did some ‘glamor shots’ as a gag gift. Frankie’s in a purple shirt and leather jacket. His brown hair falling perfectly into place. The first photo his hands are in his back pockets. Showing off his impressive chest and broad shoulders, his smile that makes one’s heart beat a little faster and an instant panty dropper. The other, I swear, he could have been a model. His arms crossed over his chest. His biceps bursting the seams of his jacket, his lips pursed together in a brooding expression. Holy shit, he’s hot…“What do we have here?”

Frankie turns and looks at me, it takes a moment for him to realize what I’m holding in my hand. “Give those here” he reaches for them and I quickly pull them away

”Nope…” I laugh and hold them up, inspecting the photos a bit more

”Lex” he says, a bit more authoritative, it’s deep and it’s sexy. He takes a step towards me, I take a couple small steps towards his open door. I try to keep a distance between us 

I have a small idea, “you want them?” I ask slowly moving backward closer to the door, he starts to close the distance nodding his head yes, “then you’ll just have to come and get them” I smile and turn to run through the door. 

He bolts out of the room following me, I forget how fast he is and how incredibly silent he can be. He’s on my heels in an instant and I run a circle around the couch. Heading past him and into the kitchen, stopping at one end of the small island. He’s facing me on the other side “Lex…” he says.  I smile, laugh and run past his outstretched arm.  

“Gotta be quicker than that Morales” I ran around the house again, waiting for him to turn and find me again. I lose my breath as I’m back in his room, the bed as a barrier between us. I look at the photos and see him strut back into his room. I clearly didn’t think this through completely as I find myself trapped on the one side of the bed. Frankie blocking the only exit. He starts to walk around the bed, he’s standing at the end while I move further up closer to the headboard. I’m waiting for him, I have my escape planned. He fakes a step to the left towards me and I step up onto his bed. The piles of shirts start to fall when I bring my other foot up. He reaches across the bed, “Bad move, Miller” he snarls and wraps a hand around my ankle pulling it out and dropping me to the bed. 

I hold the photos above my head, he pulls me closer. Placing his thigh is between my legs and crawling the bed until  he’s hovering over my body. We’re both laughing and I struggle to keep the photos out of his reach. His large hand captures both of my wrists and pins them to the bed. I squirm below him, trying to break free.  “Stop moving” he grunts, his other hand lands on my hip. Holding me tightly in place, my shirt slightly raised and his thumb slowly rubbing against my bare skin. Our laughter slowly turns into heavy breathing. 

His face is so close, I can feel his warm breath. His eyes are so full of life now, I see the small parts of the old Frankie. The Frankie that became a friend, family, a crush. My heart is pounding and I am pretty positive Frankie can hear it, his hand is setting my skin on fire and I have no idea what is happening. But I want to kiss him, I want him to kiss me, I want to feel his lips on mine. “Frankie…” I whisper 

“Hmmm” he leans closer to me, his nose brushing along mine 

I don’t know what I was going to say, I didn’t imagine us ending up like this. I clearly didn’t think this through and I have no idea what to do. Time seems to move slow, and I don’t know how long we stay like this. His eyes focused on mine, I feel like he is looking into my soul. Does he want me to kiss him? Should I kiss him? His hand still wrapped around my wrists, the other still holding my hip. 

“KISS HIM ALREADY” my inner voice yells. I finally make a move, I close the short distance between, my lips just about to touch his when my phone rings in my back pocket. His hand releases my wrists and he sits up on the bed. I close my eyes, wishing I didn’t take so long to make the move. I reach behind me, pulling out my phone. It was work, I smiled and mouth a sorry to him, sliding the answer button and bringing the phone to my ear. “Hello” I stand and walk out of his room 

“Why didn’t I kiss her? She was right there…would she even want me to kiss her?” He thinks to himself, running his fingers through his hair 

He looks at himself in the mirror. The same sweatpants he’s been wearing for well over a week, he looked like a hot mess. At least the shirt was clean, or he thought his shirt was clean. He sees the unruly hair, the 5 o’clock shadow had turned into a fully grown beard. “Because you're a pathetic loser, look at you. She’d never want you to kiss her” that negative voice inside him says. Frankie shakes his head, hands covering his face. He rubs his eyes and tries to remember Will telling him wasn’t.  But the thing is, Will was never a very good liar and the voice becomes louder and louder. 

“Fishie…hey Fish” her voice brings him back. He looks up at her “hey, you ok?

“yeah…yeah” he says, but her face tells him she doesn’t believe him. 

“uhm, ok.  I gotta run to work for a bit. I’m not sure when I’ll be home but there’s money on the table. Order some take out”  

He nods, giving her his best smile and watches as she walks away. He hears the door open and close.  Standing up he peeks his head out the door, he doesn’t hear her. He just needs to take the edge off. He knows he will feel a lot better when he can’t feel anything again. He knows he doesn’t have much left, but enough to last him at least today. He’ll worry about tomorrow-tomorrow. Thank God he hid the green can well enough that Alex didn’t find it. Just one hit, that’s all he needs.

“Take a shower, you’ll feel better after a shower. You’re better than this” he can hear Will’s voice. 

It didn’t.

“Food, get some food. Don’t do this Cat” the voice says

My phone dances on my desk as I finish some paperwork. I had plenty of PTO built up, but the doctor's office had an influx of new patients and I was one of the few who knew how to enter all the data and get them set up. It wasn’t where I pictured myself when I graduated college with a degree in film.  But it’s a good paying job, and it kept me close to home. 

Fishie 🐟: u like Pad Thai 🍲 

Me: Not really, and I don’t think that’s Pad Thai haha

Fishie 🐟: oh ok what u want? 

I type back a response, telling him to order what he wants. The money on the table was for him to do what he wanted. I might not like Pad Thai, but that shouldn’t stop him from ordering it. I finish typing a few things and grab my phone. I walked over to some of my coworkers who were getting ready to head out as well. I lean against Laura’s desk. She was chatting with a few of the nurses, I watched my phone as the little bubble with dots popped up, then disappeared, appeared again, and disappeared again. I sigh, my head drops. His mood swings are driving me insane. 

Me: I like noodles, with teriyaki sauce if that counts as Pad Thai

“What’s up Buttercup” Laura smiles cheerfully

”Have you ever had to help a friend with an addiction?” I look up, the mouths all open “seriously. A friend, not me” 

“What kind of addiction?” Laura asks, she was my go-to at work. Her upbeat attitude always had the answers 

“Narcotics…” I reply 

Is this friend living with you?” a nurse asks 

I tell them how the friend just got out of rehab, I leave out the part that the friend is a he, and the he is Frankie. I tell them how rehab said something about how they shouldn’t be left alone, doctors orders they need to live with someone in case of a relapse. “Sometimes I feel like I see the person I became friends with, then sometimes hhhh-they are a completely different person. Someone I don’t even know and it’s only been two weeks” 

“Just keep being there for them, don’t push too hard. But they need to know you are there for him. I mean them, no matter what it is, they can trust you” she puts a hand on top of mine 

“You can’t give up on them.  No matter how hard they try to push you away, you push back. They’ll have their moments but like Laura said, you just need to be there. Letting them know you won’t give up on them” 

“Thanks,” I take a deep breath and stare at my phone, he still hasn’t responded “I just wish I knew what he needed, he doesn’t talk” 

“Give it time, he will open up when he’s ready” 

'Did she just say he? How does she know' I think

I walk into the house, kicking off my shoes and dropping my purse off on the little side table. I hear grunting from down the hall. ‘Oh please don’t tell me he has a girl here’ I think to myself moving towards his room. “Frankie?” 

T-Shirts he had just folded and pants were thrown into the hall. I move towards the open door dodging pants being thrown out as I get close, I look into his room and it looks like a tornado hit. The mattress shoved against the wall, drawers empty and pulled from the dresser, clothes thrown around the room. I see Frankie bent over in his closet he had on a new pair of dark green sweats on, he’s shirtless. Little water droplets still cling to his hair and a towel draped over the back of a chair. 

“Where the fuck is it?!” he shouts as I watch him throw more things around. 

“Where is what?” I ask, and instantly regret it 

He turned quickly looking at me, his eyes filled with rage and nostrils flaring. I’ve never seen this look before, and he slowly starts to walk towards me. There’s an evil glint to his eye and it scares me. 

“Where the fuck did you put it Alexandra?” He snarls 

“If you told me what you are looking for…” I tried to not raise my voice, trying to keep calm. He needs me to remain calm. 

“YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT I’M LOOKING FOR! DON’T PLAY STUPID” 

The yelling intensifies and I know the neighbors can hear us, stay calm. Don’t make things worse. 

What happened to the Frankie from earlier? 

“I need you to calm down, Frankie. Please. Just tell me what you're looking for and I can help” I wanna put my hand on his shoulder, ground him. Let him know I’m here, but he’s breathing heavy, his lip curls up in an evil grin. 

“I know you have it!” he says in an oddly calm manner, “JUST GIVE IT TO ME!!!” He yells 

He takes a step closer, he raises his fist. I flinch as the closed hand comes flying towards me and it connects with the wall inches from my head. “Give it to me now Alex” he growls

“What in the hell is your problem!?” I yell shoving his chest back

“You! Benny! This stupid fucking place. I don’t want to be here!” His eyes begin to water and a tear streams down his cheek, he takes a couple steps back

“Fine, then fucking leave! No one is forcing you to be here Francisco” I try to hold back by own tears “I am sick and tired of seeing you being all mopey and shit.  You don’t want to be here, FINE” 

Shit…I am pretty sure I just over stepped. I go to open my mouth to apologize and there is a hard knock at the door followed by a “Police” 

“You called the Police?” He shouts 

“I’ve been standing in front of you the entire time arguing with you. When would I have had time to call the police?” I say, I back up and move towards the front door. The knocks become more aggressive “I’m coming!” 

I unlock the door and see three officers standing there. They all have a concerned look on their faces

”Good evening ma’am. We got a call about some yelling and wanted to make sure everything was ok” the taller officer said

”Everything is fine. It’s great. Just swell” my words are dripped with sarcasm

“Do you mind stepping outside to talk to my partner Officer James” he looks over my shoulder and sees Frankie, “hey there sir.  Mind coming over here for a moment?” 

He is sitting on the porch as she stands by the car. He fucked up, she’s given up on him. He’s given up on himself. 

“What’s your name?” The youngest officer asks him 

Frankie reads the name printed on his chest. T. Baker. “Frank, my name is Frank and everything is fine Officer Baker” 

Baker keeps asking bin questions.  What happened, did she hit him. Did he hit her? How long has he been living here? What was their relationship? Frankie becoming more annoyed with each question. What did it matter? He fucked things up and he needed a hit more then ever. He was looking for his coke, she found him on a downward spiral but there was no way he was going to tell him that. Suddenly the questions take a turn, when Officer Baker notices a tattoo on his chest. 

“What branch?” 

“Excuse me” Frankie responds confused 

“Your tattoo?”

“Oh yeah, Army. Special Ops, I was a pilot” 

He has a tattoo on the left side of his chest, a helicopter flying. A sun and clouds shaded in the background. The helicopter with incredible detail, one of the ones he first learned how to fly. A few men repelling from the bird.  Just below a group of trees

“Thank you for your service sir.  Wait here, I have some stuff for you” Baker nods his head and walks to the patrol car 

He watches him shuffle down the stairs, he sees Alex and for a moment they lock eyes. His heart nearly stops as he sees the tears in her eyes that she quickly wipes away. He caused this pain and for what, a stupid little hit that was nearly enough to take away the pain. He ruined everything. The afternoon was so great, and now she wants him out. Officer Baker was walking back with a stack of papers in his hand. 

“For the hundredth time, he didn’t hurt me. He would never do that” I groaned. I have said the same thing over and over. Are they trying to get a different answer? Despite Frankie punching a hole in the wall, he would never lay a hand on me. 

I pinch the bridge of my nose and close my eyes taking in a deep breath. When I open my eyes, I see Frankie. His eyes locked onto mine. The hurt, the pain, he looks lost. The officer hands him a stack of papers. His hands shaking as he takes them, he turns his head down and he walks into the house. 

“Ms. Miller, if you need anything else please give us a call” the officer sees his small notebook and sticks it in his chest pocket. “Have a good night” he walks past me and heads to his car. 

I head to the steps of my front porch watching the officer who had spoken to Frankie walk down. He stops me before I walk past him, “he’ll be ok. Just give it time. I’ve been there. He’s got a good girlfriend, just be patient with him” 

I stop in my tracks, my jaw drops. What the hell did Frankie tell him? “Wait…what?” I ask. But it was too late, the officer already getting back into his car. I shake my head and walk into the house locking the door behind me. 

It’s getting late and I’m hungry. I walk past the hallway that leads to the bedrooms and notice Frankie bent over picking up the clothes that had been thrown into the hallway. I should say something, I should apologize to him. I get distracted, watching the muscles in his back strain with every movement. ‘Focus Alex’. What is wrong with me, this man just put me through a roller coaster of emotions. I can’t get distracted by something as stupid as watching him work. 

I shake my head and walk towards the kitchen. I hope to find some leftover takeout since I know the fridge is empty. Instead I find the $20 left on the table in the same exact place I left it. I can’t leave, that would require me letting Frankie know, and it might be petty but I really don’t want to talk to him right now, maybe even for the rest of the night. I open the freezer and pray that the ice cream is still there. I open the door and find the pint of cookie dough ice cream still sitting there. I do a little happy dance and grab a spoon. I make my way to the living room and flop down on the sofa, turning on the TV and pop the top off digging in. 

“I fucked up…” he says to himself folding the shirts, putting them back in the dresser. He pushes the mattress back onto the frame and sits on the edge of his bed. He looks up and sees the hole he had punched into the wall. An image of Alex’s face floods his memory. He fucked up so bad that she didn’t even say two words to him when she came back into the house. He left the pamphlets on the coffee table, she’s going to find them. He knows it.

The papers were for local rehabs where VA’s held sobriety classes.  They had everything from AA to NA to Gambling. He didn’t want to go to rehab again, he felt more alone then he ever had there. That’s where he met George, well Steve really. He made it though those 30 days thanks to him smuggling in just enough coke to help them both function like normal adults. Nicole, well she helped in other ways. One keeping his secret and she helped him take his mind off things when he was able to bury himself in her. She wasn’t who he wanted, but she was there.  She was a quick fuck. It didn’t mean anything, and he felt bad when he told her it wasn’t going to last when he left. His mind racing with all these thoughts, he’ll finish cleaning later. He’ll patch the hole tomorrow. Right now he has something bigger to take care of. He needs to repair this whatever-ship he had with Alex. He needs her. 

He plops on the couch next to her, she doesn’t say anything. She doesn’t even look at him, she focused on the ice cream in her hand and the moving pictures on the TV

”Ice cream for dinner?” He asks ‘great icebreaker Morales, you idiot’ his inner demon mocks him 

“Yeah, the perk of being an adult. No one can tell me what to eat Franklin” she stuffs another spoon into her mouth, “that and someone didn’t buy dinner like I told them too” 

‘She called me Franklin…maybe she’s not that mad’ he reads her face, it’s softened…a hint of a smile. Then she said that last part, and it changes to instant regret. She turns to look at him “shit. I’m so sorry that was-“ 

“No…no I deserved that” he interrupts her, “can I have a bite?” 

She eyes him, something between a grin and a smirk on her face. She sticks the spoon into the ice cream and scoops out a tiny pile, moving the spoon to his open mouth. 

“I’m sorry Lex he says mouth full of ice cream

He looks at the ground, he’s picking at his nails. I can see the inner struggle he’s having and it breaks my heart, I have no idea how to help. I watch as his mind tries to find the words he wants to say. I go to open my mouth, but he stops me “I am really sorry” he says again 

“What happened today?” I ask him setting the ice cream on the table and turning to face him 

“I was looking for…fuck…I was looking for some coke. I thought I had some left. I am so sorry. I didn’t want to do this. I don’t want to do this. Rehab didn’t do shit” he’s talking fast and I’m trying to keep up. 

He tells me about George, how they were doing just enough to get by.  Nicole helped them not get caught. He doesn’t know how George was able to get the contraband in, but he did. They exchanged information, and he was helping Frankie. He wasn’t doing as much as he used to, which I guess is good, he thought he had some left.  A small tin can was what he was looking for, he was terrified that I found it when we were unpacking. 

“How many days has it been?” I ask 

“I don’t know, maybe five days?” He doesn’t sound very positive 

“Maybe five days? How many days Frankie?” 

“Three…it’s been three days and I am going crazy” he says ‘then we almost kissed and I panicked and I was on edge and just needed a hit’ he thinks to himself 

“ok” she says and stands up. 

“Wait where are you going?” He asks, panic setting in 

He’s worried that she is going to get his bag, she’s gonna ask him to leave. This is too much, this isn’t what she signed up for. She’s given up on him. His head falls back, he wants this couch to eat him alive. He wanted to disappear before and that feeling is ten times worse, now that she knows his secret. 

She comes back a large poster in her hand, the other has a sharpie and stickers. She sits it on the table and sits on the floor next to Frankie. He watches as she makes little boxes, writing dates, making a calendar. Her tongue peeks out of her tongue as she concentrates on the task at hand. He leans forwards, and continues to watch over her shoulder. She looks up at him, “ok did you use today?”

He shakes his head no “I couldn’t find it”

“right..” she puts a little star sticker on today's date “and you said three days since the last time”

He nods. She puts a sticker on the past three days

“What are you doing?” He asks 

That was a great question. What was I doing? This idea sounded crazy in my head, even more crazy as I explained to Frankie. It would be like a reward chart.  Something like when you were a kid and had chores, you’d get a sticker for each thing completed. The more stickers you get a reward. The more I say this, and look at his face of confusion the more dumb this idea sounded. He isn’t a kid, I have no idea what the fuck I’m doing. 

“This is stupid, just forget it.” I sigh pushing the stuff away from me

His large hands stop the poster from moving, he brings it closer. 

“What is my reward?” He asks curiously 

“Uhm…what do you want?” 

“Pancakes…” he says

”Pancakes? Really?” and he nods “ok how about we start with a week, you make it a week, I’ll make you pancakes” 

“With sprinkles?” His boyish smile is back, his eyes wide and I have a little hope that this stupid, wacky, insane idea might work

I smile and nod at him. I move to sit next to him on the couch, “I’ll have to go buy some. But sure, you can have sprinkles” 

“Hey Lexi, one more thing?” He asks “Can we get some helicopter stickers?”

I smile and cup his cheek, my thumb gently brushing the trimmed beard, “yes Franklin. We can get some helicopter stickers” 

ANN: A huge shout out to @musings-of-a-rose for helping me with this and giving me confidence to post this in first person. I am still terrified of it. @theewokingdead and @heythere-mel for listening to my random ass ideas at all hours. I love each and every one of you.



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[hux-and-gay]

The Domhnall House

master post

(I typically call it the main house)

I don’t rly know how to build in sims nor did I particularly want to take the time so I moved my sims into the Cypress Terrace located in Willow Creek

I then edited the layout and customized the bedrooms to fit the characters. I left the common rooms untouched

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Hux’s Bedroom

3rd Floor Master Suite

his room has sense been edited to have space ship style windows.

As you can see his room is primarily black with pops of color in white gray red and an occasional blue, meant to resemble the interior of a first order ship as well as his own style. Everything is very classy, clean and modern looking aside from the more Victorian style furniture to add to the overall expensive feel of the room. There is also a tactical map above his desk again to play into the sci-fi theme, and his computer chair is meant to represent a throne which he very much deserves. he also has a large bathroom with a tub because I believe he deserves a bath and would enjoy them. He also has a coffee maker in his room for easy access. He will abuse it. And of course, the famed ice blue couch.

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Tim’s Bedroom:

3rd floor. Across the hall from Hux

His is just pretty basic. I didn’t really know what to put in his other than a clock and a wardrobe that would be big enough for him to stand in. So that is pretty much all I did. His room has since been made smaller. If anyone has any ideas of what to add to his room, please let me know.

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Bill’s Room

Second Floor

his room was one that I added entirely to the layout. I am aware that Bill is probably the Weasley that could most pass as a Muggle, so his room probably wouldn’t look as much like it was from the wizard world, but I just really wanted to give it that Harry Potter feel so I leaned into that. I also got a lot of Harry Potter custom content for making this room. I decided on Red because Bill is a Gryffindor though I could see him liking a deep blue or purple. I tried to make it look as if it was a part of the burrow. He has a nice antique desk where he can work on his curse breaking, a broom over by his bed, a snitch on the table, a chocolate frog on his drawers, a Gryffindor pendant on his wall, amongst many other Harry Potter Easter eggs, including Ron Weasley’s bed. I know that doesn’t make much sense because he’s not Ron but it fit the vibes and who is to say Ron’s bed wasn’t hand me down. he also has a bi flag on the wall because I headcanon him as bi, he has a dragon plushy because he rides one in deathly hallows and his brother Charlie works with them, and I was actually able to get the Weasley family photo as CC so you can see that on the top of his dresser.

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Stensland and Techie’s Room

second floor across the hall from Bill

starting off with Stensland‘s portion of the room. I wanted to make it look well, lived in kind of eclectic and retro. he has a couple weird things scattered around like the gnome on the flamingo that I just think gives Stensland vibes. There’s also some clothes on the floor because let’s be real it Stensland. and he has his vintage TV so he can watch Dawson’s Creek, as well as a jukebox so that he can do all of the dancing that he wants. My friend also suggested getting glass Bongs as CC so I did and they apparently came with other weed related things hence the weed pillow by his couch.

Then we have Techie’s corner which they were apparently sleeping in when I took this photo. I kept everything quite yellow to fit their color scheme even if they probably did not have much of a choice in wearing yellow but I digress. They also have plenty of electronics and a tactical map, and of course, cute fairy lights, and a little projector of a planet, because it’s both pretty and fits in with the sci-fi tech vibes, and I think they would like a nightlight like that to help them fall asleep. Their corner is quite small because I feel they would feel safer in a more confined space.

for their bathroom I tried to combine their styles by making it look retro, but also sci-fi esc, obviously continuing the pops of yellow as it’s next to Techie’s corner. I also made sure there was a large bath. because Techie deserved a nice bath. ——————————————————————————————

Thomas Mcgregor’s Room

First floor suite

Thomas kind of has his own little apartment. I tried to make everything look very cottage core, and like it was part of an older home to try and fit the vibes of the McGregor house from the movie and also just the vibes of Peter rabbit in general. You enter his room from the kitchen and there is a little mudroom that leads to the bathroom, his bedroom, and out into the garden. Which I thought was perfect for him. I did not change the layout of this bedroom. I made sure to include lots of nature related things, especially rabbits obviously. Even though he has a love-hate relationship with those. I also gave him an easel and canvases. I know that was Bea’s thing but it’s for the vibes. He also has a lot of children’s toys in his room because he wants to start his own toy store. And a telescope because he likes birdwatching and there weren’t binoculars so that was the next best thing. The doors on the wall next to the telescope lead out to the outdoor pool. He also has a punching bag because of the boxing scene in the second Peter rabbit movie. I also later got custom content of a bunch of vegetables, and I didn’t even know that so I now have vegetables littered around his room. But overall, everything is pretty neat and in place because we know Thomas would lose his mind otherwise.

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Ash’s Room

the basement

I wanted to add an attic to the house because of something that happens in the episode that I won’t spoil, but it wouldn’t let me so if there’s a way, I couldn’t figure out how to do it. So instead, I added a basement because that seemed close enough. I tried to make it look pretty dingy and old looking. I didn’t really include much personalization because he’s an android. But I did put a robot head on the table to pay homage to that.

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Thomas Burberry’s house

his house is still on the property so it’s still considered part of this building even though it’s separate. I did this partially because the house was getting crowded and also to make a joke of how little we know about Thomas Burberry because he’s a character from an ad so I separated him from the rest of the characters. this is the first ever building I built from scratch on Sims so I did not know what I was doing. I didn’t even leave enough room for a bathroom so there’s like a separate outhouse type thing behind it.

I tried to make it look like it was part of the 1800s very industrial and very elegant with dark colors to fit the vibes of both the add And the time period. I included things like the ship in the bottle and folded piles of clothes because based on the ad, it seemed like this guy was doing some thing with trying to make waterproof clothing for the Antarctica or something? I could be wildly wrong. I have not researched the actual Thomas Burberry. But I think everyone will agree when I say that that ad should’ve been an actual movie.

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Cyberchase - The Grim Wreaker Ship (as portrayed in Season 2 Episode 3 "Harriet Hippo and the Mean Green")

I really like the design that they went with for the internals of the Grim Wreaker, particularly during the episode "Harriet Hippo and the Mean Green". Up to this point, we had seen the exterior plenty of times, as well as the ramp leading inside. We had also seen the shuttle bay, where The Hacker stored Dr. Marbles's Cybercoop during that first episode. And of course, we had seen the bridge, where The Hacker piloted the ship from, plenty of times.

However, this episode was the first one to have the kids actually explore the ship for a bit. The were mainly looking for the kitchen, so that they could get the wig gel cubes to undo Wicked's spell. However, this may actually be the most comprehensive look we've gotten of the internals, even over 20 years later.

When Jackie and Inez initially arrive, we can see that the walls are mostly a light purple. Most people were probably expecting Puce, given The Hacker's love of Puce. Personally, I like this color better. Would you call those conduits turquoise or aquamarine? I'm not sure if these conduits are cryoxide piping, water piping, or some sort of cabling. We see a big blue junction box in the top right with one of those conduits running to it. I have no idea what those sloping red-violet objects are, but we see more conduits running between them.

Some of the red-volet boxes seem to have vents on them. If they all had them, then I would say that maybe they were baseboard heating. We can see a hallway trailing off into the distance. We can see large light fixtures spaced out here and there along the ceiling. We also see some of the smaller aquamarine conduits being swallowed by red-violet conduits. We can also see plenty more of those blue junction boxes with red dots, which could be buttons or lights.

I love how big the interior of the ship is. The kids look so small, especially in this scene. I see something that looks like a coffee machine. It could be some other type of vending machine, but there's no window to show your choices. At the time time, the place where I assume the cup would be filled with coffee is awfully low for The Hacker to reach. Maybe this is something for Buzz.

Okay, I can see some pressure gauges coming out of some of the aquarmarine pipes. I think these are Cryoxide pipes to keep various parts of the ship cool. However, I don't think that those curved aquamarine conduits are Cryoxide pipes. I think those are power cables (or Ethernet cables). How big is this place on the inside?

I suppose I can't talk about this episode without bringing up one of the dumbest/funniest Buzz and Delete scenes. Jackie and Inez are trapped with nowhere to hide. Buzz and Delete are coming down the hall, and they will surely catch the girls. So, Jackie and Inez do the only thing they could do.

And it works. Later, we see The Hacker's dining room and kitchen. Of course, he has a large portrait of himself as a master chef. We also see some blue conduits. Given that one goes into a cupboard, while another one goes to a light fixture, these are probably for electrical cabling.

What is that thing on top of his fridge? Is that some kind of alcohol distillery ice cream maker?

We also get to see his bedroom. We see his rug with his own face it. We see his portrait of himself as a king. We see that he has either a computer terminal or television at the foot of his bed. I'm not sure why this room has a more gray aesthetic. I like that he has windows looking out into Cyberspace that appear to have been placed randomly. But why does he have a disco ball over his bed? Why did we never get to see him actually wear those pajamas as a call-back?

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A friend of mine at work told me she loved reading my stories. I will periodically put a few anecdotes on Facebook and this is what she was talking about. So as an end of the year gift I am putting together a lot of my essays As I did, it inspired me to write something new.

This was on my mind as I go to visit my Uncle Tony this weekend.

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We remember the dead by telling their stories, so a part of them lives on in whoever reads it.

My father and uncle had a rift that never healed,

Before I tell the story, ut first I must describe to you their mother's home,

It was built in the 1920s by my grandfatger, the furniture was last updated bought 1950s on and was never changed. There were bedrooms with two beds each in them and then a master bedroom the kitchen, a dining room, a large living room and the most beautiful yet compact bathroom I have ever seen. There was both a back porch and then a small patio type wallpaper was of Fantastical things l with gazebo like overhead beams for hanging plants that look over a garden . There was also true incredibly large storage units all the property including a garage and also a seller . The house itself was up on a hill just High Enough that you could see most of the neighborhood and if you looked to the east you could see the highway that ran all the way through town . And my teenage years , in the summer, I was tasked with maintaining the enormous yard . In those days there were more trees that I can count, bushes, and grapevines. Many nights were spent watching the lights of the Town link on while you two played on my boombox sitting on the concrete patio ..

The walls of the room were covered in the most fantastic wallpaper. I had never seen designs like these before or since : Japanese sailing ships, gold on a background of gray. Huge Golden Rose blossoms on a brown background, & other designs I cannot remember.

Both curtains and lamp shades were of heavy fabric and ringed with tassels, It gave the living room a dark, exotic, otherworldly feel and an aura like stepping back in time to a distant foreign land.

I can't recall the flooring type but it was not carpeted the surface was shiny and made of whatever plastic material, but just like the walls, the patterns were singularly artistic, flat, smooth and colorful. My earliest memories are of sitting on that floor as a toddler, playing with felt covered wind up mice my grandfather kept.

The pantry was always full and while my Maw Maw was a wizard at Lebanese cooking, every cracker cookie chip and candy in her house tasted like it was decades old. The tastes of my memories there are of taboule, cabbage rolls, spaghetti with slices of rost beef instead of meatball, and conversely, the cloying taste of staleness.

In almost ever room, above almost every door, was some type of cross and three quarters of the walls displayed the most horrifyingly realistic images of Christ suffering. I will never forget them because they were the illustrations for my first lesson in shame and embarrassment.

When I was around 7 or so, my rich, teenage cousins from El Paso came to visit. I was the poor, half-breed relation and I guess they just wanted to mess with me.

“Hey do you know who that is?”, they asked, pointing to one of the depictions of our Lord and Savior.

I had no freaking idea.

Because of his Catholic upbringing, my dad despised religion, religion in any form, but most is specially Catholicism.

My mother, while a churchgoer on and off for most of her life, thought that Catholics were snobby and stuck up. Looking back, my father's family was probably the only example she had to go on, so of course she thought that.

When I said I didn't know as they pointed to one of the many Christs on the wall, they howled

“YOU DON’T KNOW JESUS?!”, and then pointed to every single Jesus plaque and picture

“HIM!? You don't know HIM!?”

I remember saying “...Well…. he looks like he's in a lot of pain ….”

I remember this was met with laughter.

It's pretty funny because looking back, I can't remember one single thing they told me about Jesus. However, I will never ever forget the shame I felt. I was obviously the only person on Earth whose parents didn't love her enough to tell her about our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. What the hell was wrong with me ?!

That was a pretty heavy thought for a 7-year-old.

My father had two brothers, Tony and Johnny. Both of them were younger and Johnny was born so late and Maw Maw's life that he was stuck with the mentality of a 5-year-old. This combined with the fact that he towered over me, caused me enough fear as a child that I avoided him when possible.

I don't know what kind of relationship my dad and Uncle Tony had as children. All I know is what my father told me in what I was able to observe on my own. My father and Tony were both expected to help out and take over with the clothing store that my grandfather built by hand. He literally went from being a door to door salesman to building his own store.

Whether my dad had any ambition on his own I will never know because he was the dutiful son who toiled loyally with his father. Uncle Tony however, was not so inclined. He wanted to work at electronics. My father said this was fine, Tony could go off to school, get a degree, in return and make his own TV repair shop in town. That way he would be close enough in case his father needed him. And possibly he could still help out his father when necessary.

Again, I will never know if my father wanted to go off to college but Uncle Tony was the son that got to. But once he got his degree he did not return. He took a job in El Paso for Texas Instruments building calculators and he never looked back.

He never returned to help my grandfather nor my father even when my grandfather passed away. After that things between Tony and my dad became very strained. If Tony tried to contact Dad by phone he was told my dad was busy or not there at all. If he came to visit in one of his fancy new cars throwing his money around, my dad simply disappeared, saying he was running errands and would not return until my uncle left.

This left me to stand in for my dad, and my uncle insisted on taking me out to dinner. Of course my dad's Pride would cause him to give me money and insist that I pay for the meal.

Yes, as an awkward adolescent, undiagnosed autistic child I was expected to stand up and insist on paying for everything. That absolutely never happened because I was terrified. So of course I allowed my uncle to pay, I went back and assured my father that I had paid for it and pocketed whatever money he gave me because I could not think of any other way out of it.

Several years later Uncle Tony decided that it would be best to move Maq Maw and Johnny to El Paso to live with him.

I'm not sure what he told my father but I could guess it was along the lines of “I'm richer and I can take better care of her than you.”

I honestly do not know how old she was at the time. She had always been old as long as I can remember, a small plump woman in long dresses and aprons who spoke no English, only Arabic and Spanish.

She had lived in the same house, had the same friends, gone to the same church, in the same neighborhood, her entire life. I doubt she was in any shape to even go to El Paso much less be moved there. No matter how much my dad protested Tony insisted and so that was what happened.

Less than a year after the move, she died. Being left to his own devices, Johnny drank himself to death a few years later.

That was the last straw: dad never forgave him and rightfully so. Dad still refused his calls, and if Tony tried to contact him by mail, dad instructed me to write: Return to Sender– addressee deceased on the envelope.

They did not speak again until Dad was on his Deathbed.

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Orange County Beach Style Bedroom Bedroom - large coastal master light wood floor bedroom idea with gray walls

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Traditional Bedroom Atlanta Bedroom - large traditional master carpeted bedroom idea with gray walls and no fireplace