#hope you enjoy and i hope i kept it original yet not a copy

[thepettymachine]

Not So Berry Plus Challenge for the TS3

I just wanted more for the TS3 version of this challenge and honestly, who wouldn't. I didn't create this challenge, I simply added and modified somethings to fit more for what TS3 has to offer while trying to keep to the NSB playstyle and heart of the challenge. So if you like the NSB but want more to do in the TS3 version of it, this is a challenge for you.

Disclaimer: I didn't make this challenge, @lilsimsie did. I also incorporated ideas from @simlovinggirl from her TS3 version of this challenge. Also inspiration from @sweetlysimss from their updated version of the TS4 version. Also sim wikia page for all information i need in terms of gameplay.

Tag: the normal nsb tag or "nsb plus" or "nsb +" or "@" me

Do you like the rainbow? Do you like the idea of playing with berry Sims but hate berry Sims? Do you want to mess around with aspects of the game you’ve never used before? Boy, do I have the challenge for you!

Rules:

You can follow the orignal rules of the NSB but I'm not requiring it for this.

You can keep the color scheme for each generation or just stick to the objectives of each generation. It is up to you as the player

2-3 traits are required but you don't have to have all of them for the heir if you don't want to.

Have fun!

If you wish to keep track of the generation goals/your progress, @rcpunzel created this spreadsheet for the challenge

🔬 Generation 1: Mint

What a mischievous scientist you are! As a career-driven individual, you still try to hangout with your friends and family and want what’s best for them. But in your free time, you enjoy the misfortune you cause others and love the idea of luxury in your life. Minty fresh indeed.

Traits: Vegetarian, Ambitious, Friendly, Inappropriate, Green Thumb

Aspiration: Become a Creature-Robot Cross Breeder

Career: Science

Objectives:

Reach Level 9 of Science Career

Master the gardening, fishing, and science skills

Have 3 best friends that you hangout with once a week 

Make 3 enemies

Meet your match: Marry a sim with the inappropriate/mean-spirited trait whom you get into a fight with. 

Own a garden with excellent quality with rare fruit (life fruit, death flower, omni plant, etc)

Own expensive luxury items in your home

Spoil your children rotten (get them anything their wishes desire)

Complete the Gems & Metals collection

💋 Generation 2: Rose

You were spoiled rotten as a child and it made you into an irresponsible insatiable person who hungers for more. Whether it's in your career in politics or lovers you left in tears, you always get what you want and leave the mess for someone else to clean up. Even if one mess ended up with your beloved child.

Traits: Flirty, Workaholic, Charismatic, Irresistible, Schmoozer,

Lifetime Wish: Master Romancer

Career: Politician

Objectives:

Only have one child that resulted from a one night stand 

Gain the “Casanova/Natasha” reputation (for 7+ relationships/romantic interests at one time) or gain the “Player” reputation (for 9+ relationships/romantic interests but none at the same time)

Reach level 10 of Politician career

Throw campaign parties

Master the Charisma skill

Break off an engagement

Get married as an elder

Be distant with your child, provide for them but never be there for them. 

Become publicly disgraced for something

Become best friends with your boss

Live in a big house with maids + butler

🔭 Generation 3: Yellow

Growing up, you never had a great relationship with your parent but you did gain your grandparent’s interest in science, specifically space. As a child, you spent the majority of time enjoying your own company while obsessing over black holes, planets, and traveling to the stars. You spent your whole life dreaming of space, now it’s time to make it a reality. No matter the cost.

Traits: Loner, Handy, Socially Awkward, Brave, Computer Whiz

Lifetime Wish: High Tech Collector

Career: Astronomer 

Objectives:

Your best and only friend is your Grandparent. No close relationships or friendships until they die.

Find a star and name it

Master Logic and Advanced Technology skills

Own a Hoverboard, Dream Pod, Food Synthesizer, Holo Disc, and Jet Pack

Join the Astronomy career and go into the Space Explorer branch

Travel to Simulon V

Never marry because space is your one true love

Neglect your own children but still be friends with them. (no teaching of skills, not caring about hw, etc)

Get abducted by aliens and have an alien child

⚽ Generation 4: Grey

You always enjoyed playing sports and being in the great outdoors, contrary to what your family is interested in. You dream of becoming a professional athlete but you’ve always felt second place to your parent’s obsessions growing up and didn’t want the same for your children. You want to be there for your kiddos as much as possible. So while you’re hanging out with your family, you find music is something that brings you closer together.

Traits: Athletic, Virtuoso , Nurturing, Loves the Outdoors, Technophobe

Lifetime Wish: Superstar Athlete

Career: Professional Sports

Objectives:

Be in the Scouts as a child

Reach Level 10 of Sports career

Master the Athletic skill and a Musical Instrument

Teach all your children the xylophone

Be best friends with all your children

Have 3 failed relationships before finding the one. 

Do outdoor activities with your family (going to the park, beach, camping, etc)

Jam out with your family (once the kids get older) on your instrument of choice

Celebrate the seasons together:

Go to seasonal festivals, host seasonal parties, and decorate the home for family fun.

🎤 Generation 5: Plum

Everyone has always told you how talented you are. You’ve always been naturally good at everything to the point that nothing ever challenges you. This causes you to search for something that will. You tried different careers and learned some new skills, heck, you even tried being a Doctor. But one day at a karaoke bar, you sanged your heart out and realized that you love music and wish to become a singer. Is it too late to pursue your dream in your adulthood? Let’s find out!

Traits: Daredevil, Diva, Lucky, Commitment Issues, Natural Born Performer

Lifetime Wish: Jack of all Trades

Career: Multiple jobs, Medical, Singer 

Objectives:

Make straight A’s as a child and teen

Pick 3 different jobs before deciding on the Medical career

Quit the medical career as an adult to pursue your dream as a Singer

Master 3 skills, one of them has to be a musical instrument. 

Complete all of your midlife crisis wishes

Get divorced and then remarry the same sim

Move to 3 different worlds in your lifetime

Reach at least celebrity level 3 as a Singer

Perform at a big private venue

🖕 Generation 6: Orange

Growing up, homelife was competitive and hectic. You never had stability with your parent’s constant hedonistic whims affecting your life. You also didn’t reach academic success like your siblings who always outperformed you in everything, making you feel like a loser in your own family. But while your siblings were doing their thing, you were doing yours. Stealing. The joy of taking something without getting caught is like adrenaline in your veins and you want more. You also want to learn more about cooking as it calms you down. 

Traits: Loser, Natural Cook, Evil, Kleptomaniac, Hot-Headed

Lifetime Wish: Become a Master Thief

Career: Criminal (Thief branch)

Objectives:

Reach level 10 of the Criminal career in the Thief branch 

Master the Cooking skill

Steal from your neighbors and other townsfolk 

Marry a fellow criminal or someone with the Evil trait. 

Only have twins for children

Cook your favorite food + everybody in the household as well. 

Learn 28 recipes/Menu Maven challenge

Live in a fixer upper home/apartment in YA years

In Adult years, live in a house you can’t afford and purchase weird expensive items for aesthetic

Have at least 5 enemies

📖 Generation 7: Pink

You grew up watching your parents be irresponsible with their finances and let you have a little too much freedom in raising yourself. This causes you to become a very practical individual who believes in the steady 9-5 corporate hustle. Your twin on the other hand, dreams of becoming a big time Director in Bridgeport and you can’t help your envy as you also have a secret dream of becoming a best selling romance writer. As you see your twin succeed in their dream, maybe you too can try to pursue your dreams. Maybe you too can find the love you’ve always dreamed about.

Traits: Frugal, Unflirty, Bookworm, Hopeless Romantic, Neurotic 

Lifetime Wish: Professional Author

Career: Business, Self-employed Writer

Objectives:

Master the Writing skill

Live with your twin while they reach the Director branch of the Film career

Live in an urban city in your YA years, move to woodsy/rural town in your Adult years

Quit the business career  to pursue your dream of being a writer as an adult 

Own multiple bookshelves in your home

Write 5 Romance books in order to become a specialist in the genre 

Write 5 books outside of your genre

Find love as an adult through online dating 

Send love letters to your romantic interest

🕵️ Generation 8: Peach

As a child, you loved the stories your parents read to you about dashing knights, charming adventurers,and mysteries to be solved by the world’s greatest minds. You’ve always wanted to become a detective but you also have a thirst for adventure. Why not both?! You work primarily as a detective by solving cases and investigating clues but when you get that itch to explore, you catch a plane to your next destination and meet the locals who will tell you their stories.

Traits: Perspective, Good Sense of Humor, Genius, Adventurous, Photographer’s Eye

Lifetime Wish: Pervasive Private Eye

Career: Private Investigator

Objectives:

Reach level 10 of Detective profession

Move to a different world than the one you were born in

Visit explore different worlds (can be custom/WA destinations)

Master the Photography skill

Bring back souvenirs from your travels

Play chess in the local park and play against other townies for fun

Marry a local

Make all your friends through jokes & funny videos

Have a dog and be best friends with them

🎮 Generation 9: Green

So popular! You’ve always been the life of the party as you are an outgoing person who's always down to have a good time with friends. But no one would suspect that you’re really just a giant nerd that loves playing video games and painting in their spare time. That’s why it’s such a shock to some that you decided to major in Technology and become a Game Developer. You’re a hard worker who wants to develop amazing games but will party to the break of dawn with no regrets.

Traits: Party Animal, Social Butterfly, Excitable, Computer Whiz, Artistic

LTW: Reach Max Influence with All Social Groups

Career: Video Game Developer (Game Artist Branch)

Objectives:

Moonlight as a barista at bars for extra cash/side hustling 

Hacking is also another side hustle for extra cash (Computer Whiz trait exclusive)

Attend University as a Technology major

Unlock the Video Game Developer career by maxing out Nerd social group status

Master Mixology, Social Networking, and Painting skills

Accept every invitation to parties/outings with your friends

Own a comic book collection

Have a personal  blog

Have at least 5 good friends

Marry your best friend

🍼 Generation 10: Blue

Your dreams are a reality now that you have married the love of your life, had beautiful children, live in your dream home, and work your dream career. What could you possibly want more than this?! Actually… alot. You find yourself dissatisfied with your present circumstances and your eyes have begun to wander onto things you shouldn’t but want to have. As you begin to question and explore your new found cravings, a one time affair produces a bundle of joy and now everything you hold close to your heart is now in jeopardy of breaking apart at the seams.

Traits: Perfectionist, Good, Family-Oriented, Grumpy, Neat

Lifetime Wish: Surrounded by Family

Career: Teacher

Objectives:

Marry your high school sweetheart and stay with them until death do you part

Join the Education career

Host a big wedding

Move into your dream house

Adopt at least 1 child

Teach your children all of their skills

Toddlers - Teach, talk, poop, logic, music

Children - encourage their skills and help them with their homework

Teens - help them with homework and teach them to drive

Have a secret affair that results in a child

Confess to your spouse that you’ve cheated in order to rebuild your marriage

Purchase the “Clean Slate” lifetime reward to clean up your reputation

Gain the Eternally Faithful moodlet

Thank you for trying this challenge. Feedback is always welcomed!

#sims #sims 3 #ts3 challenge #sims 3 challenge #nsb plus challenge #nsb challenge #i keep saying to myself i wont make any more challenges #i made enough #i dont listen do i #nsb plus #hope you enjoy and i hope i kept it original yet not a copy #imma eat now

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄: 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 || 𝐉𝐎𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖

important note: my face claim will be madison beer but you can imagine whoever you desire. also the songs mentioned are not all technically all madison’s i will be incorporating other songs from other artists.

all the pictures seen below are not mine, however they were edited by yours truly. credits to the owners.

new format!! this would be the youtube or interview format, hope you enjoy cause I literally had to watch and copy the transcript of this interview from YouTube 😩 but Ily guys so it’s fine 🩵

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Joe Burrow x Singer!Reader / Brief Ex!Jack Hughes x Singer!Reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Your interview all the way from Los Angeles, Joe’s press conference back at Cincinnati, and the fans speculating all over the globe.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: cursing, interviews, press, media, haters, talk of past relationship, mentions of cheating ex, rumors, fluff, slight angst, mentions of crying, instigation

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐜. 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐍𝐇𝐋 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐓𝐮𝐛𝐞

Los Angeles, California

Intro - Zach: Hello, beautiful human! Thank you for clicking on our conversation with Y/N Y/L/N— we have an entire album to dissect, it’s called Teardrops there’s a link in the description below if you haven’t heard it yet and while your down there please hit the like and leave your honest feedback in the comment section below and subscribe!

Zach: Hello, beautiful human! I am Zach Sang and that is Dan Zola and today we welcome, someone who’s dominating the charts and the music industry right now— Y/N Y/L/N! (*Zach and Dan starts clapping*)

Y/N: Hello! Hi, Zach, hey Dan— it’s been a while since I’ve last been here.

Zach: I know it has been a year and a half since your first appearance in the Zach Sang Show and we missed you, dude.

Y/N: I’ve missed you guys too, you guys are the best interviewers out there.

Dan: Really?

Zach: Are we really?

Y/N: You don’t ask me dumb questions, so yeah. (*chuckles*)

Zach: Well, thank you. We have lots to discuss today— you’re album Teardrops being one of those topics today, we’ll also be talking about your tour— Wonderland Tour which is ongoing currently, and more personal questions to finish if you don’t mind.

Y/N: Yeah, let’s get to it.

Zach: So, Teardrops, this album is years in the making, right? Two years at least, right?

Y/N: Yeah, almost two years but a year and a half to be more specific.

Zach: Can you tell us more as to why you kept pushing it back? And why you decided that now was the perfect time to release it?

Y/N: Well, I’ve always known a year and a half ago that I would be making this album. I already have written the songs for it at the time— and originally I was gonna release it last year but I am a perfectionist, so I decided to push it back a little. Cause I really do value the quality of my work, so I had to.

Then a few months ago, a lot had happened— life happened and I was in a really dark place in my life that I had no choice but put all of it on hold which I hated doing but I needed to do it for the sake of my sanity and then at one point I decided to scrap all the songs I had on the album— this album was originally going to be called Angel which had songs with completely different vibes as to what I have now but I decided to archive them for now because of my circumstances.

Zach: Oh wow, so you have a completely different album you had to archive. Can I ask what pushed that decision? Why not just stick to the original plan?

Y/N: Like I said, something happened in my personal life that pushed me to do so. My song making process involves a lot of emotion for me— I feel a lot. So whenever I’m happy or angry or sad or heartbroken, just whenever I feel an intense emotion I just start writing.

It just flows out of me and at first they are just lyrics and I piece them together, produce the melody and beats and then they become a song. When all the drama and chaos started happening to me a few months ago— I just kept writing. Writing and writing until I managed to make thirteen new songs.

Song writing is my way of grieving in a way and moving on from those emotions and experiences— so, changing the album completely was important for my grieving process in a way.

Don: Wow.

Zach: Yeah, wow! Dan just expressed everything in one word— wow. I don’t want to touch on that experience of yours cause i know how fresh it still is but hopefully we can touch on it a little when we dissect the songs— but before we start with the album dissection, do you think you’ll ever release the original album— Angel?

Y/N: (*smiles*) Uhm, as of now, no. I’m not sure when I’ll be doing that or if I’ll be doing that. It depends— someday maybe.

Zach: That’s fine— take all the time you need. So, let’s start talking about the album in detail. Teardrops, why that title? Why change it from Angel to Teardrops?

Y/N: I wanted to change everything from the original album— everything. So that meant the tracks, the title, the visuals, the concept. Everything.

I named it Teardrops because all I did while making this album was cry (*awkward laugh*). I was crying writing each song, cried when I produced each melody, cried after recording— it was a lot. Each song represents the tears I’ve shed in a way— which is why I called it Teardrops.

Zach: That’s amazing, what a process.

Dan: It really is.

Y/N: Thank you so much.

Zach: So, track 1— Raindrops (an angel cried.), please introduce us to this song.

Y/N: Ok, so, Raindrops is a short intro to the album. The name Angel is a name I was called a lot by– a person in my life and I wanted the intro to set the tone for the entire album, so that the listeners would know what they are getting into musically.

My mom used to say when I was young that the reason it would rain was because angels were crying and a couple of months ago an angel did cry— she cried and cried and cried.

Zach: Let me just say this track— is heavenly. That’s the word that seems to enter my head when I hear it.

Y/N: Thank you and that’s good. That’s the vibe I was going for— an almost angelic sounding production, without instruments or any melody at the back just my voice and an echo— it’s perfect.

Zach: Next we have, track 2— Selfish–

Y/N: Yeah, but I actually want to explain track 2 and 3 together— Selfish and Reckless.

Zach: Oh, go ahead. Please.

Y/N: Track 2— Selfish and Track 3— Reckless we’re actually written together which is why i’ll be talking about them together.

Selfish and Reckless are songs about regret and realization. The realization that you were with someone so selfish and reckless at the same time— it’s about– (*chuckles*) when I found out about the drama, those were the two words that came into my head— selfish and reckless then I just started writing.

They are twins almost (*laughs*) you have to listen to them one after the other to get the gist of the emotion and story I was trying to express.

Dan: I just want to say, I really love the intro to Reckless— the music box element. Why did you choose that sound and element to add to the song?

Y/N: That’s a great question. I have a couple songs on this album that has a very Disney feel to it almost— like a fairytale vibe that I really loved. I mean that is the concept I was going for, a fairytale theme. Everything about Reckless was heavily inspired by Tinkerbell, the fairly like aspect of it— the music box at the beginning made it it come to life.

Zach: Why a fairytale concept though?

Y/N: Well, fairytales aren’t real, aren’t they? (*smirks*)

Zach: Oh? So it wasn’t real? Is that what your implying? (*Zach and Dan smirk back understanding what you were implying*)

Y/N: That’s the thing about fairytales— for little children it’s real up until it isn’t anymore. It’s the same for me. (*smiles*)

Zach: Are we still talking about fairytales? (*laughs*)

Y/N: We are! We are.

Zach: Ok. The next song, track 4— Dangerous. What can you tell us about that?

Y/N: It’s one of my favorites. One of the fairytale-like songs that I was talking about. It’s a ballad, the melody reminds me of those Disney songs that would play when the Princess and the Prince are dancing but in contrast to that the lyrics are very sad.

Zach: What is it about?

Y/N: Zach seriously (*chuckles*) everyone knows what it is about.

Zach: (*laughing*) Moving on to track 5— Safety Net ft Ty Dolla $ign— your first feature in this album and by the way, let me just say that this is my favorite track.

Y/N: Thank you, I actually contacted Ty and asked him to be in it because I felt that his voice and style matched the song so well— and yeah, Safety Net is about realizing later into a relationship that no one is there to catch you at the bottom— that there was no safety net to begin with and you have no other choice but to continue falling.

Dan: We’ve all been there.

Y/N: We’ve all been there. (*nods in agreement*)

Zach: Now onto track 6— Leave Me Lonely.

Y/N: This track is also one of my favorites and I feel like I’ve been saying that a lot (*laughs*) anyway, this song is about asking to be left alone. It’s preferring to be left lonely rather than staying in a relationship that is no good for you.

This song is actually so much fun to sing. Vocally it’s the most unique I’ve ever done.

Zach: It kinda has a James Bond vibe, I don’t know why it feels like that but it does.

Y/N: That’s such a complement— James Bond vibe! That’s great. Thank you.

Dan: Track 7— Good in Goodbye. This is one of your more upbeat songs in this album. It’s really fun, with the wording in the chorus.

Zach: Yeah, it’s such a catchy chorus, dude and very clever with the play-on words.

Y/N: I know. It’s such a fun song to sing, honestly— the chorus I am very proud of. I just love how it all turned out honestly.

Zach: Now for track 8— Wonderland which you named your Tour after. Why this song?

Y/N: Again, the entire concept of this era is fairytale. Wonderland is an nod to Alice in Wonderland which I love and I thought It would be an appropriate title for my Tour— to be able to name that event Wonderland was the perfect choice.

The song is about falling into a relationship the same way Alice fell into the rabbit hole— the unexpectedness, the craziness, and uncertainty of it all. My previous relationship is just like Wonderland— it was new and exciting but it was also risky and frightening— it was all over the place.

Zach: We are halfway into your album. Track 9— Watch.

Dan: This song made me emotional out of all of them.

Y/N: Did it really?

Dan: (*nods*)

Y/N: Well, Watch is one of those songs that talks about the physical feeling of a heartbreak. The turmoil and anguish you feel. In this song I described it as a burning sensation which some might relate to and some might not— it depends it guess.

Zach: Ok, how about track 10— My Tears Ricochet which is such an interesting title by the way.

Y/N: Oohh, this one is tricky. This song can actually be interpreted in a lot of ways— everyone can have their own interpretation of this song which is the fun aspect of song writing. For me this song is about how the pain inflicted on me affects the person as well, how the tears I shed ricochet back— somewhat like karma in a way.

Zach: This song is deep. Probably the most versatile album you’ve ever put out to be honest.

Y/N: Thank you so much for saying that. That means a lot to me.

Dan: Now on to, Track 11— Consequences.

Zach: Another tear jerking song— well, they all are.

Y/N: (*chuckles*) That’s true. Consequences is just me listing down all the consequences I had to deal with for loving someone who embarrassed and hurt me. (*shrugs*)

Dan: I love how this song, with the meaning and the message you are trying to put out and then transitioning to the next track which is Track 12— The 1. Just the different emotions you’ve put into this.

Zach: Yeah, cause The 1 is almost a bittersweet song. Which is a complete opposite of the previous songs.

Y/N: This album is basically me going through the five stages of grief. Some people listening to the album might say “Oh she’s talking shit about her ex but then the next song is about her crying about him.” Or “She wrote a song about hating her ex but has a song about missing him.”— That’s the point.

You don’t just move on from someone. You don’t. Especially after a long relationship, it is gonna be hard to let go and I understand that— I’ve made peace with that. I understand that I have to go through all the stages to get to the point where I am finally at peace.

It’s not easy. I’m still at that process— yes, I may sing about missing and crying about a past lover but also singing another song about hating his guts— that’s the process. I’m grieving, I’m moving on— and The 1 is one one of those songs where I just reminisce. It’s about the possibilities that could have happened if everything didn’t come crashing down like it did.

Zach: I keep forgetting how young you are at how mature you speak. You carry yourself with so much grace and dignity— it’s honestly so admirable.

Y/N: Thank you, Zach but seriously stop it before I cry.

Zach: (*laughs*) Ok, finally the last song in the album. Track 13— Red.

Y/N: Red is the final track— I use colors to express and relate different feelings I’ve felt through my last relationship and yeah— That’s Teardrops! I’m extremely proud of it and happy with the feedback.

Zach: You should be, this is a masterpiece! One of the many achievements you’ve accomplished just in the last few months— one of them also being your tour which are sold out in all the cities.

Dan: We’ve got tickets for tomorrow by the way.

Y/N: Yay! That’s amazing! But yeah I’m extremely grateful for the love I have been receiving lately. My fans are extremely supportive and being able to perform for them every night is the best feeling in the world.

Zach: The opening night was at Cincinnati, right?

Y/N: It was yeah! Such a great opener as well, the response and the energy in the stadium was out of this world— I’d never forget it.

Dan: Along with your performance, the presence of Bengals’ Quarterback Joe Burrow also caused chaos. How did that happen?

Zach: Yeah, everyone wants to know, how long has this been going on?

Y/N: (*laughs while shaking your head*) I’ve met him just the day before the show actually, so not that long ago. The NFL invited me to sing the National Anthem the day before at a game and when the Bengals’ won— they invited my team an I to the after party. I was pretty hesitant on going but my best friend dragged me to it (*laughs*)

Obviously I knew who he was and surprisingly he knew who I was and when he approached me, he told me he was a fan— he congratulated me on performing which shocked me considering it was their win we were celebrating that night, but yeah. We talked and he mentioned that he tried to get tickets to my show but didn’t succeed in doing so.

So I offered him a ticket, I don’t know what urged me to do so but he hesitantly accepted and that’s how he ended up there— we became friends.

Zach: So you mean to tell me, that you had extra tickets laying around?! (*jokes*)

Y/N: I always have one extra ticket, just in case. (*shrugs*)

Dan: You attended their game a few weeks ago as well, didn’t you?

Y/N: Yeah, I think that was Joe’s way of repaying me back for the tickets— our schedule coincided and he asked me if I wanted to go and I didn’t have anything else better to do at New Jersey so I accepted.

Zach: Fans speculate that you two are dating because of your somewhat public interaction that day.

Y/N: No. Joe and I are good friends. We are both focused on our own careers and I don’t think I’m ready to be in another relationship of any kind at the moment. (*smiles sadly*)

Zach: And that’s understandable, I hope this puts the rumors to rest. Thank you for stopping by, Y/N.

Y/N: It won’t but thank you anyway— also thank you for inviting me.

Dan: We love having you here.

Zach: Good luck on the show tomorrow. We will see you!

Y/N: I’ll see you tomorrow, guys!

comments…

𝐟𝐚𝐧1: this interview is Godsent, everything was just perfect.

𝐟𝐚𝐧2: thank you to Zach and Dan for the amazing content as always.

𝐟𝐚𝐧3: An hour long interview of Y/N talking about her album? Yes please

↳ 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫1: An hour long interview of Y/N talking about her trash of an album as she continues to shit on Jack? Bitch please.

↳ 𝐟𝐚𝐧4: Translation: I watched the entire 1 hour interview where Y/N talks about the songs she wrote about her cheating ex which she never ones name drops… but if the shoe fits ig 🤷‍♀️

↳ 𝐟𝐚𝐧5: OH SHIT HAHQHAHHAHQHQHAHA

𝐟𝐚𝐧6: Zach is right. Y/N handles herself with so much grace and dignity it is truly inspiring. She continued with her life and let her work speak for her. She’s stronger than me fr cause if my boyfriend of 3 years cheats on me and gets caught for the entire world to see I would be in jail rn.

𝐟𝐚𝐧7: it’s the fact that she had an completely different album called ANGEL and decided to scrap it all when Jack’s cheating scandal happened hurts my heart.

↳ 𝐟𝐚𝐧8: I’m crying in the club rn. Angel is probably the complete opposite of Teardrops. It probably was about how in love she was with Jack.

↳ 𝐟𝐚𝐧9: MY HEART HURTS FOR HER CAUSE ANGEL TO TEARDROPS WITH THE INTRO BEING RAINDROPS (AN ANGEL CRIED)!! She’s a genius but it’s so sad.

↳ 𝐟𝐚𝐧10: just imagine how hurt she must have been to realize that she would never get to release those songs.

↳ 𝐟𝐚𝐧11: When they asked her if she’ll ever release Angel she said maybe but the pain in her eyes when she was thinking about it says otherwise.

↳ 𝐟𝐚𝐧12: I’m sorry I’m a new fan and I’m not sure why people keep emphasizing on the name Angel? Like, what does it represent? And why is it so important?

↳ 𝐟𝐚𝐧13: It’s alright 😊 Angel is what Y/N’s ex boyfriend Jack called her. He cheated on her after 3 years of being together hence her having an album called Angel is so shocking cause we are assuming it’s about her love for Jack which we will never get to hear by the looks of it.

↳ 𝐟𝐚𝐧14: And since Jack plays for the New Jersey Devils, Y/N would call him the Devil and Y/N the Angel.

↳ 𝐟𝐚𝐧12: Thank you so much for explaining. That is so sad.

𝐟𝐚𝐧15: Raindrops (an angel cried) hits harder now knowing what the album was called before 😭

𝐟𝐚𝐧16: I admire her so much. She said she made peace with the fact that she needed to go through the five stages of grief. She accepted that she was gonna feel all those emotions just so that she could move on.

𝐟𝐚𝐧17: “fairytales aren’t real, aren’t they?” OOOHH GIRL HER SMIRK AFTER SHE SAID THAT😏

↳ 𝐟𝐚𝐧18: “for little children fairytales are real until they aren’t anymore.” Put that on a shirt.

𝐟𝐚𝐧19: her explanation of Safety Net pained me, I related to that song the most.

↳ 𝐟𝐚𝐧20: realizing that there wasn’t a Safety Net to catch you the entire time 🥲

𝐟𝐚𝐧21: she’s beauty and brains, she’s so intellectual.

𝐟𝐚𝐧22: she deserves all the love in the world 🥹🤍

𝐟𝐚𝐧23: look how happy she looked talking about Joe 😭

↳ 𝐟𝐚𝐧24: the immediate switch up was so cute. She literally lit up.

𝐟𝐚𝐧25: I know she just denied them dating but I really do feel that there is something there.

↳ 𝐟𝐚𝐧26: IK!! CALL ME CRAZY BUT SHE EITHER WANTS TO KEEP IT A SECRET OR THEY HAVE FEELINGS FOR EACH OTHER!

↳ 𝐟𝐚𝐧27: I understand the excitement but please let’s respect both their privacy. Joe and Y/N are both private people so IF they are dating and want to keep it quiet then let’s please respect that. However, I don’t think they are dating tho, not yet anyway. Y/N is still in the process of moving on, she said she’s not ready for a relationship. Let’s respect that please. 🤍

↳ 𝐟𝐚𝐧28: Couldn’t have said it any better 😊🤍

𝐟𝐚𝐧29: get you a friend who would give you tickets to their shows/games 😫

𝐟𝐚𝐧30: Joe congratulated Y/N for singing the National Anthem at his own after party 😩 can he get anymore perfect.

𝐟𝐚𝐧31: Y/N hates New Jersey. You can’t convince me otherwise. Joe gave her tickets to his game and she took it as a way to get out.

↳ 𝐟𝐚𝐧32: he’s hot for that.

↳ 𝐟𝐚𝐧33: I don’t blame her but I don’t think she’ll hate it forever. She just need time.

𝐟𝐚𝐧34: friends don’t look at friends the way they were looking at each other.

↳ 𝐟𝐚𝐧35: they probably do like each other but give it time. I actually want them to last and she needs to heal first before doing so.

𝐟𝐚𝐧36: I’m so ready for her show even more now 💕

Cincinnati, Ohio

Joe: Hello, hello.

Reporter: Did you have a good time at practice today, Joe?

Joe: Uhm, it’s practice. It’s the same every season— it was good. Exhausting but good.

Reporter: You don’t train during off season?

Joe: Nah, I’m a lazy guy, sit at home all day. (*smiles*)

Reporter: What’s your favorite thing to do every year, Joe?

Joe: Just relax. Sit on my couch watch YouTube videos, play video games that’s my favorite thing to do.

Reporter: Did you watch the Quarterback thing, Joe?

Joe: I did not.

Reporter: Do you plan to?

Joe: Uhm, maybe one day. Probably not though.

Reporter: What why?

Joe: Would you watch a documentary about Hobson? (*grinning as he nodded his head at the reporter*)

Reporters: (*laughs*)

Reporter: Joe, one of your strengths is your ability to compartmentalize, is your focus right there?

Joe: Yeah. I’m able to hyper focus on a lot of different things at different times and when it’s time for one, I can completely focus on that and forget about everything else.

Reporter: Were you asked to be in season two of The Quarterback?

Joe: Yeah I was. Maybe one year— this year I’m not, uhm but we’ll see. I would like to do it maybe a couple of years down the road but I don’t think now is the right time.

Reporter: Joe, are there any personal goals you’ve set for yourself?

Joe: You always have personal goals, I’ve been thinking about goals a lot lately and I think where my mindset is these days is just improving everyday. The point I’m at now— I’m one of the best in the world and if I just continue to improve everyday I’m gonna help myself a lot more.

Reporter: What music do you listen to, Joe?

Joe: I’m, uh, kind of all over the place. I’ll listen to some indie, I listen to some hip hop, some pop. I listen to just about anything but country— I’m not a country guy. (*smiles*)

Reporter: A lot of Y/N Y/L/N then?

Joe: (*laughs while nodding his head*) Yeah, I’m a fan of hers.

Reporter: You were seen at her concert here at PayCor and she was at the game against the Jets recently— you two seem close.

Joe: She’s a good friend. I met her after the game against the Raiders— we had a good conversation. I joked about having a hard time buying tickets for her show and she offered to give me an extra ticket. Yeah, we became friends after that. I invited her to the game against the Jets cause our schedules aligned and yeah. She’s great.

Reporter: Gave her flowers recently, Joe? (*grins*)

Joe: (*shrugging his shoulders laughing*) Flowers? I don’t know? You tell me? Did I?

Reporter: I think you did.

Joe: She’s an amazing human being. So maybe I did. (*shrugs again*)

Reporter: Last question, Joe. How are you feeling that there is a possibility that you’ll be the highest paid NFL player is history?

Joe: That is not guaranteed yet as of the moment, so I don’t really feel anything about it— sure I’m flattered to be considered a valuable player but as of now it’s only a possibility. Ones it actually happens I’ll get back to you. (*chuckles*)

Reporters: Thank you so much, Joe.

Joe: Thank you.

comments…

𝐟𝐚𝐧1: WHO DEYYYYY🧡

𝐟𝐚𝐧2: Joe Burrow the man that you are 😩

𝐟𝐚𝐧3: he’s a homebody and so am I. We are perfect for each other joe.

𝐟𝐚𝐧4: OUR QB1

𝐟𝐚𝐧5: Joe gets it. Cause I could never get into country music.

↳ 𝐟𝐚𝐧6: you’re missing out fr.

𝐟𝐚𝐧6: WE NEED HIM IN THE NEXT SEASON OF QUARTERBACK

𝐟𝐚𝐧7: his mentality. that’s it. that’s the comment.

𝐟𝐚𝐧8: his sense of humor makes him even more attractive 🤭

𝐟𝐚𝐧9: Miss Y/N really has this man blushing

↳ 𝐟𝐚𝐧10: nah fr cause he was all smiley when they asked about her.

↳ 𝐟𝐚𝐧11: they both just confirmed that they are just friends but I call bullshit.

↳ 𝐟𝐚𝐧12: friends for now.

𝐟𝐚𝐧13: he’s messing with us. cause you know damn well he sent those flowers.

↳ 𝐟𝐚𝐧14: “She’s an amazing human being. So maybe I did.” I need that tattooed on my forehead.

↳ 𝐟𝐚𝐧15: he definitely did.

𝐟𝐚𝐧16: MARK MY WORDS HE IS WINNING US THE SUPERBOWL THIS YEAR.

↳ 𝐟𝐚𝐧17: 💍💍💍

𝐟𝐚𝐧18: can I get flowers, Joseph? 🥲

𝐟𝐚𝐧19: he’s going to be the highest paid NFL player.

𝐟𝐚𝐧20: Joe and Y/N just be giving each other free tickets.

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My Latest crush is an alien car from space Pt.2

Okay so iwasnt expecting so many Mirage smps to like up my post but HEYYY welcome home yall lmao. Heres part two and let me know is yall want like a tag list for the next couple parts. ANywhoo there's some tension that forms this chapter so start getting ready for more flirty and spicyyyy interactions with old boy.

Heres the link to pt.1

Heres the link to pt.3 shawty

ANywho ENJOY!

Pt.2

Touch me softly 

Mirage had allowed you to explore his anatomy, and he was more willing than you thought. You had managed to make a nice little sketch of his body and made 4 separate copies to try and get a placement in where everything was. Then you had 5 more separate sheets just in case there were some more internal systems you wanted to note. He watched as your eye brown pinched and formed a line on your forehead and your fingers guided the pencil to the paper. 

“Wow, you drew me kinda sexy.” He jokes making you draw a breath trying to hold back a laugh. 

It really wasn’t sexy, it was about the equivalent of the Vitruvian man drawing and basic anatomical positioning for a robot. He watches you stand, hair pulled back, yet a couple of braids still fall in front of your face. He’s quiet, looking at the way you focused so intensely on exploring him.

When you gestured for him to move his leg, he did so without complaint, the feeling of your soft, warm hands under his exteriors heating him up from the inside. Of course, you’d never know that unless you kept poking and prodding. 

“Ok so compared to me, and well, other humans I’m sure your overall body parts are called different things. So let’s start from top to bottom, yeah?” You suggest, eager to learn. 

Mirage kneels in front of you, giving you an opportunity to see better. You’re much smaller than him, but he could tell when you stood next to Noah you were definitely average human height. Small to him but normal to everyone else. 

“Alright I hope you’re ready cause there’s a LOT.” He explains, clearing his throat as you move closer to his face just to see better, he blinks a bit, getting used to the feeling.

You smile slyly, placing your hand under his chin to  guide his face, 

“Let’s start with your face. Stick out your…tongue?” 

He opens his mouth and lets the ‘flesh’ inside lol out before speaking 

“Gloth-ah” he announces and you tilt your head in confusion, only for him to repeat.

“Glossa” 

You nod prodding at what you soon learned was his helm and face plates. You brush over his vocalizer for a moment and he hums, high-pitched enough to be a moan but not loud enough for either of you to acknowledge it. You know what you heard though.

“Whoa- lets not touch that alright ma?” He asks. 

Soon enough your trailing downward and when you do he announces each part for you to make a note of. This is the quietest he’s been since earlier today. He lets you work, touch, poke, pull, and press whatever you'd wanted. It’s not like it hurt really, but he’s never had something smaller than him want to examine at such close range and actually touch places he’d never been able to. In fact, it was kind of nice-

He yelps when you slide your hand down his chest plate and even farther under his chassis. You pull away, startled at the noise with wide eyes. 

“OK, that’s enough exploring don’t you think?” The statement is rushed and you side-eye him when what sounded like cooling fans whirred from inside.

Had you gotten him worked up? Maybe those were sensitive spots that had never really been touched like that before? You nod, not wanting to pry and ruin this newfound friendship by being a perv. You collect the papers and paperclip them together as he begins to wind down. It's about 6am now, and the sun peeks in through the garage windows. Your dad should be awake about now and- 

You gasp pushing Mirage back into the space he was originally parked in last night(even though he didn’t budge). Your dad couldn’t know about this! AT ALL! Knowing him he'd stress out and then his pressure would get too high and he’d have a heart attack and-

“Whoa hey, what the rush, mamas? Got something to hide?” Mirage questions, figuring out why you were trying to get him back into a corner. 

Was he being clueless on purpose?!

“YES, YOU! Now go back to being a car! My dad can't know about you, it might just be the death of him.” You huff out, gripping your scalp and pacing back and forth. He gets the idea, chuckling a bit before right back to that beat-up Porsche.

You sneak out the garage, tiptoeing up the stairs and into your room. And the moment your head hit the pillow, not even a tornado could wake you. 

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You'd be lying if you said you didn't sleep the rest of the day away. By the time you woke up it was already 3-4pm and sounded like your father was cleaning up the kitchen. You sigh, running yourself a shower considering you didn't get one the night before. Mirage was still in the garage as far as you knew and you were hellbent on getting the rest of those notes.

You step in, the water feeling soothing against your skin, steam filling up the bathroom as you sigh in relief. Thoughts of your apartment fill your head. 

‘Maybe Mirage could help with the unpacking? Or maybe not. He could be spotted and then that’s more problems for us. Mirage…..Miraaaaageee….’

Your turn to face the water, soaping up your towel as suds slide down the drain. 

‘I wonder if a car wash is the equivalent of a shower for him….does he stay a car or like…fully transformed….does he have a-‘ 

Shutting the water off you opt to pull your hair back today since youd being doing more exploring. The steam from the bathroom escapes when youleave and pad downstairs, catching a glimpse at the note you father let you on the kitchen counter

~Working late, leftovers in the fridge~

You smile to yourself, grabbing a bottle of water to try and beat the obvious heat outside and head to the garage. Sure enough, the Porsche is right where you left it. Mirage is right where you'd left him, and when you tap on the window, the doors unlock almost instantly. You flatten the back of your blue jean skirt and adjust the seat. Awfully quiet today?

“Well good afternoon to you too sunshine? You realize it’s almost 5 right?.” You joke, hearing him rev his engine and the radio humming to life with the sound of his voice. 

“You had me up all night! Looking this good doesn’t happen on its own! But how tired can I be when a pretty girl in a miniskirt‘s got her thighs on my seat?” He shoots back, making you gasp. 

“Drive you flirt, I got more notes to take. Wanna go to that garage you took me to yesterday?” You ask, using the garage clicker to leave. 

It was hot, the sun beating down on you as Mirage insisted you keep the windows down instead of running the ac. The streets were somewhat empty on this fine Sunday morning and Mirage’s only response was to drive in what you assumed was the direction to the garage. You fidget with the radio nobs and glance at the aux cord below the cd player. Maybe he did have CDs in here? You open the armrest to find nothing but-

It was easy to be nosy and explore when Mirage could drive himself, youd put that together on your own last night. There was so little you knew about him but his demeanor overall made you feel comfortable enough to ask. He was…charming. You pull the blank CD case out the armrest, and dust it off. 

“MIrage’s Mix (from-)”

The name was scratched off, well more smudged than anything. You crack the case open and slide the CD into the player, the wait for the music to start making you a bit nervous. Had he realized you'd put it in? Was it personal? You begin to regret your decision but before you could press the eject button, it began. N.W.A. blasted from the speakers, startling you for a moment but you're soon amused.  What did he know about N.W.A?

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It doesn't take much longer for you to arrive at the garage, most of the lot being empty while the two of you enter to complete more of your research. You set your purse down, taking the papers from yesterday out and trying to organize them as he peers over your shoulder.

“Still think you drew me sexy-”

You scoff playfully and push him a bit, not moving him in the slightest but still, but he still finds it amusing. 

“Stop it, I need you to sit so I can finish. You got all squeamish on my last night.” You tease, sliding your hand down the back of his ‘leg’ and he freezes.

He kneels back down, watching your every move. Your fingers hover over his vocalizer, the warning from yesterday replaying in your mind. Right, don't touch. You skip his chest plate and chassis, watching his expression slightly change to disappointment for what seemed like only a second. Again, he announces each part of himself, the air slightly awkward and VERY quiet. Maybe now was the time to try and strike up some more conversation.

“Soooo, where are you really from?” You ask, writing down each part you trace over when he speaks. 

“Cybertron actually. Not in your solar system lil mama.” He flirts, turning his palms slightly open when you tap them. 

Servos 

"Never been?" He jokes again, admiring how small your hand looked compare to his.

'Careful Mirage your size kink is showing' he thinks to himself, avoiding your gaze.

You shake your head in response, looking at the details of his hands, moving back to his torso, purposefully skipping over the plated area between his thighs. Boundaries were definitely not something you wanted to cross, trying not to make him uncomfortable. I mean, he was willingly letting you poke around, and he clears his throat when you skip that spot.

“You, you can look if you want. And touch…ask questions. It's all good babygirl.” He offers, almost melting when you look up from under your lashes at him.

 He could practically feel his pump about to explode. Why did Earth girls look so damn pretty? Mirage couldn't wrap his head around it honestly, the feeling he got when he passes a pretty girl when Noah would take him for drives. How they would gasp if he revved loud enough to embarrass Noah a bit but also score him a couple numbers.

Talk about a damn good wingman. You were different though.

You were a softer kind of pretty…He'd seen you come into the garage so many times before you really met. The day your dad parked him in that spot, he watched you skip in with your little low-rise jeans, the piercing you sported shining in the sunlight. 

You hugged your dad, eyes lighitn up at the new car with a gasp. 

“A Porsche! Dad oh my gosh really?” You ask, seeing him nod. You squealed more, inspecting his paint job, it was just as beat up then as it was before you officially met. 

You chatted on and on about how ‘cute’ he’d look when you finally got to paint him a nice shade of hot pink and added your glitter seat covers. Not so exciting for him considering pink wasn't particularly his favorite but god did you look adorable when you were excited. 

And there was that same look. Pure, unbridled excitement, yet your eyes shone almost darker this time. That look is almost salacious. It makes him swallow hard, legs opening a bit more and you brush your hand over his thighs, sparing one more glance as if to ask, ‘Are you sure?’ He only nods. 

“Mirage, you gonna keep telling me what everything is, or am I to assume on my own?” You question, tracing the skirt plate.

Ita hard to speak, his fans feelijg as if they were working overtime to keep him from overheating. Primus you looked so pretty between him and now he was wondering how would you look riding his-

You stop touching, whistling to get his attention. Damn, he kinda liked that.

“ ‘Rag, we good?” You questions and he swallows hard at his new nickname.

Where did all that slick talk go now? 

“Yeah, y-yeah we’re good ma.” He responds finally, optics low when your light chuckle reaches his ears. 

You slide your hands up and down his midsection plating, teasing at this point. How was he supposed to focus on helping you learn when you touch under his plates like that? When your fingers slide over his thighs and over the skirt plate over and over, the pace only makes him want to thrust into your touch.

He felt perverted sort of, getting off on you exploring him in the name of science. That was such bullshit. He looks down at you, watching you pinch your lip between your teeth. Oh….you liked this. Your thighs pressed together as your tongue darts out to lick your lips. 

You look up at him again, smile mischievous. And before he could ask any questions you slid you hand right back to his chassis and vocalizer. Oh that was a moan without a doubt. You hum in satisfaction, you’re practically playing with him, his body. It wasn’t helping that he hadn’t been touched like this in so long either p.

“Wanna tell me what happens if I keep touching you like this?” You purr, seeing Mirage avoid eye contact. 

“C’mon ma, don’t mess with me like this.” He breathes out, hollow.

You stop your ministries after hearing tires and revving come to a halt. With footsteps approaching you stand quickly, Mirage doing the same. He crosses his arms over his chest and leaning against the wall as if he’d been caught while you shove the papers into your bag and swallow hard. You’d never moved so fast in your life.

Noah enters, feeling as if he’s just interrupted something but panicking once he realizes the predicament you were about ot be in. Why were you two here? Did Mirage even think this through? Probably not.  He glances back at the other 3 bots behind him, trying to find a quick solution to hide you. But, before he could get any sort of plan out, three other robots similar to Mirage walked in, and one of them, was not at all pleased. 

“Primeee, i had no idea youd be back so soon!”

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BEYOND THE LIGHTS

Chapter VII: Rocket a/n: Re-edited.

Warnings: Minors DNI. 18+ only. Smut, dirty language. All things smut

Summary: Soraya’s next appearance, and new found status surprises everyone, while dealing with the drama from Dame.

Pairings: Jey Uso x Black Original Character

Disclaimer: All pictures, music and lyrics used are credited to the original creators. All original characters and plot lines are my one. Do not copy, or repost my work.

The gifted necklace sits pretty around her neck, the only piece of jewelry she wore other than some silver rings on her fingers. Soraya pulled off the little cape she used to cover her clothes while doing her make-up. The drama that broke months ago frustrated her to no end, she wanted to retaliate. Yet, her sister’s legal advice to go through a lawyer to release the documents was better. One less thing on her plate.

Special Delivery had become the number one album in the world. Her best-selling album since CTRL . Soraya’s production and pen skills, changes the way the industry sees her as an artist. She was enjoying the heighten success of her career, but still dealt with the heat of Dame’s dick-riders. But the light in all of her turmoil was her man.

Joshua. Big Papa as she started calling him. Since, the mention of her name in several court cases and unwanted media attention. They agreed to come out when she was ready. This strengthen their relationship, letting her be spoiled his attention on her. Their privacy allowed their solo careers to grow.

Soraya was booking meetings with major companies, photo shoots, concerts. People were calling her name. Jey was living on the high of being the world heavy-weight champion. His push, putting his name in every topic. The pop he gets after winning the all gold title from Damien Priest at Backlash was a moment she would never forget.

“They’re done setting up.” Athena, her mother interrupts her thought process, peeking into her childhood home. Their relationship had improved. Her mother learning to let her daughter grow up and do for herself. The multiple trophies show-casing her daughter’s talent. It was hard not to go into mama bear mode when her cub is attacked.

The blue and purple painted walls littered with posters of her favorite artist, brought her a sense of calamity. A place she can always come to when she wanted to feel like a kid again.

She nods, fluffing out her curly hair before deciding to finally get up, tossing her phone on the once slept in bed.

Athena joins her daughter’s side as they descend down the stairs. “Ready?”

Soraya nods watching the technical and production members come in and out of her parent’s home. The black and white lettering of the company name on the chest of the director. Tiny Desk. They had invited her to do an appearance. She agreed under the condition she does it from the comfort of her parents home. The atmosphere brings in a homey feel, giving her all creative control over her performance.

“We’re ready when you are.” Mark, the director tells her. She waves to her friends, pleased they were able to make it despite their hectic schedule. She had hoped he could make it, however, appearances in New York, kept him away.

She nods her head at the director, acknowledging his statement. Soraya takes a sip of the water handed to her by sister Shiloh. She smiles up at the older woman who stood over her in the beige six inch heels. Shiloh was there through it all, offering her shoulder to cry on.

Her sister had been a big help. She became the bridge between her and their brothers, keeping them at bay from killing Dame. Soraya was sure they would do with a quickness if she gave the go ahead. Shiloh’s focus was ensuring her name stayed cleared and it was something Soraya will forever be grateful for.

“I talked with Fredrick. Your attorney.” Shiloh adds, wanting her to know the details, before it all comes to light tonight.

”What did he say?”  She trails her gaze to the sitting area, where her family and friends conversed amongst each other.

“He looked over everything you had on the drive, even contacted the private investigator you had during all of that.” She rambles. It was a lot for her to remember, so she let Shiloh deal with it, coordinated with her partner Fredrick, who was the best in the states. His price showed that.

“He’s going to speak with several news channels, and take it to a Judge. You could file a civil suit against him if you wanted too, if not the courts will likely press charges based on the evidence you provided.”

“If we could avoid court again, that would be great.” She drops her water bottle in the trash, looking at her sister. “I want him to suffer.” Shiloh nods in agreement. Her little sister had been through enough as it is. She would make sure, she never had to step into a court room again. She watches Soraya stand behind the mic, turning to the production team.

“You guys ready?” 

Receiving thumbs up, she begins her introduction. The slow electric sounds being played from the guitars behind her, mixing with the brass instruments.

The smooth sultriness of her voice gained her crowd’s attention. She sways slowly, hand grabbing onto the mic for support. Immediately anyone would know that it was her first hit single off the hatred album she wrote before her disappearing act. Rain on me.

This concert was her way of releasing so much trauma. Her way of telling the people she loved about the turmoil she went through with Dame. Her body relaxing as she felt the negative energy dissipate from her mind and body, her singing flowing into one her all time favorites. You. The background vocalists singing Keyshia Cole’s part. She would be hitting her up for another song. A hard transition from her singing to rapping being translated through the music.

“You picked the wrong one, now you pick the right one, got no love left and I ain’t even tryna fight dumb.”

The words fly smoothly out her mouth, her own twist on the cadence, making eye contact with the camera. Everyone and the mama could immediately tell who she was directing it to. 

You know what you did and honestly I been type done How you getting hoes take 'em home then you wife them It's really no comparison 'cause I ain't nothing like them Bestie said fuck him, I'm like don't get me hype 'cause At one point would had been gun point on site bum Now I look at it like owww, that something light hun I'm happy that it's over yeah you only had a slight run I can be a foul bitch fuck your whole life up I might spend the night with your bro out of spite 'cause you a fuck nigga

Her brothers watch from the back, a proud grin on their faces, as their baby sister devours him without mentioning his name. They had watched the growth from her being too shy to rap, to now placing her self up there with the greats. A part of their personalities rubbing off on her. Zyaire’s lyrical guidance, Duke’s raspy growl and Dennis vulgar language rubbing off on her. He nods along, face turned up, bopping to her unique style, emoting what she was feeling with her facial expressions and hand movements

So lost into the song, she hadn’t realized Jey was coming in, nodding with a smile. The loose-fitting shirt, that was probably his, showing off the traditional necklace. She never took it off, even gifting him a leather bracelet to match. He gets lost in his woman’s presence, loving how free she was in her element.

She steps back to vibe with music, making eye contact with him. A wide smile on his face as he stood in the back with arms crossed.  The black shirt clinging to his muscles as he flexed. His brown eyes staring her down with a knowing chuckle. Mark signals to her that she had time for one last song. Deciding to switch it up when the music winds down.

“This is a song that I wrote in the heat of personal moment.” She smiles, standing in front of her soundboard. it’s called "The way and well let’s get to it.”

The only thing being used as background music was the sound board, producing her own beat, and having the recording of her vocals on a continuous loop. Soraya was always shy when it came to expressing her feelings to Jey. So she would write songs for him, leaving them around his place, in his bag. In his car, Not realizing his love language was words of affirmation in anyway. Her singing to him had to be one of his favorite methods.

You so damn important Everything you do shows me you know it Behind it all you are the motive Don’t tell you enough, but baby I'll show it, show it He say the king where he come from Take a young queen just to know one So, baby, I’ma drive it like it’s stolen I’ma fix it like it’s broken

We could catch a flight out to London Go to the mall, spend a lump sum They could try to catch up to us But they’re too busy making assumptions

She starts, swaying side to-side, snapping her fingers to the beat with her eyes closed. His own breath hitching in his throat. The way she made him feel like it just them two in the room, knowing the song was about him..

Boy, you know all I do Is stay up all night losing sleep over you All I do Is drive myself crazy thinkin' 'bout my It’s the way you walk, the way you talk, babe

It’s the way you love, the way you fuck, the way It’s the way you are, you're a star, babe It’s the way you, it’s the way you

Her hazel-brown lock onto his deep brown ones. She’s singing slowly to him. The intense staring contest they had aroused him. The noticeable tent in pants, she smirks, relishing in the fact, she caused that with just her voice. Her brothers follow her gaze to him. A surprised look on their faces. Zyaire, feeling like a dumb ass for the way he talked to her months ago about Dame.  He goes to talk to him, stopping in his tracks when his baby sister rapped another verse. He could wait till she was done.

This thing we got is crazy Only thing I know is you’re my baby Forever down, I am your lady Always for sure, never a maybe Never met someone who spoke my language Never met a nigga done with playin’ You the type of nigga make me lane switch Hand me the brush and say “paint it” Give me your heart and I hold it Show me your soul and I'll mold it

Baby boy, you gotta be the dopest Gotta be to fuck with the coldest

She closes out the concert slowly fading out the music, turning her attention back to the cameras. Soraya thanks everyone for coming, allowing production to pack up their things.

She takes a sip of water handed to her by Shiloh, watching everyone come her way while he hangs back in the kitchen with his twin. He’s sitting on one of the many barstools, arms resting behind him on the large island. She wanted to be wrapped up in them, but that would have to wait. 

“I swear you get better every time.” Bianca tells her, giving her friend a hug. She would make a note to set up a girl’s day at the spa to catch up.

“Whatever you decide. We got your back.”  Bianca refers to the yellow mailing packets she had her mom put on their seats. Which included a detailed affidavit on the abuse he put her through.

”Yeah girl. He ain’t gonna get away with this.” Trinity hits her fist into her palm, showing she was ready for a fight. Before meeting with a lawyer, and and after the release of Special Delivery: her family, friends and industry connections had constantly left messages on her phone, extending their hand of support while doting on her new album.

It wasn’t long before Dame and his bitch were trying to release their own album or diss towards her. It was a flop. That still didn’t mean she wasn't going to ruin his life. He tried to ruin hers and it was only fair she ended his. No mercy she thought, looking towards Jey, her vision is blocked.

She pouts, when an older buff man pulled her in a hug, kissing her face. “Daddy.”

“I’m proud of you baby girl.” He pulls back, grabbing her hands in his, thumbs rubbing over the back soothingly. A soft grin on her face at her father’s praise. “Yeah. You're not a wrestler, but this is close enough.” He jokes.

Her father was a wrestler. A big one for his era at the time. Known as D-von Dudley. One half of the Dudley Brothers. He had long retired, but was now working alongside his former boss, and her god-father Paul, or Hunter as she liked to call him. His kids being a part of the business was his father’s only dream and he got it. With her brothers.

He had hoped his daughters would join too, but instead he enjoyed having a daughter that was a lawyer and one as a musical prodigy.

“We do need to have a serious conversation.” She dreaded the day he would ask her to talk, especially now knowing in full detail the abuse she went through. He just wanted to make sure his baby girl was okay.

”Okay dad.” She groans, finally locking eyes with Jey. Production had left, leaving their family and friends to snack on the food her mom prepared. However, Soraya wanted nothing more than to be up under him. “Don’t think I won’t pop up on you at the studio.”

She hoped to god he didn’t. Athena pats his shoulders with a soft laugh. “Honey, she’s not going anywhere again.”

Soraya wasn’t planning to either. She was done running from that man and she’ll be damn if he believes he still has a hold on her. 

“Hey dad. Come here a sec.” One of her brothers shouted, mentally thanking him as she slipped away. She quickly rushed through her band of friends straight to him.

Shiloh watches her baby sister fall in love for the first time. The way she gets shy in his presence. She was happy her sister decided to tell everyone this way. It gave her control over her the life that he tried to take from her.

“Hi.” Soraya breathes out, stopping a few inches from him. He had a way of making her shy and he loved the reaction he got from her every time he was around.

He reaches out his hand. Her freshly manicured fingers come in view. The sky blue french tips, with the letter J on the pinky nails made him groan. His hand envelops her own, pulling her into his arms with a soft giggle.

“Hey pretty mama.” He whispers in her ear, placing a soft kiss to the side of her head. His raspy voice raises goosebumps on her skin. She steps closer, his legs instantly opening to let her in.

Soraya sighs softly, wrapping her arms around his neck. She feels the light squeeze from his arms and the resting of his chin on top of her head. “Thought you couldn’t come, papa.” She tilts her head up at him. Even when he was sitting, he still towered over her. 

He technically couldn’t but his affairs in New York, ended early and he was able to catch the red-eye flight to make it on time.

”I’m a champ baby.” He pecks her lips. “I do what I want.” He kisses her again, moving his hands back to grab her sides. The loud whistles, and shouts break them apart. Soraya hides her face into his chest. 

“About time. Damn.”  Jimmy shouts, making Jey laugh. His hand rubbing her back.

”You ate today?” He looks down at her, ignoring everyone that where asking them a million questions. She had gone quiet and he felt the low rumble in her belly. 

“No.” she whispers, moving her arms around his torso, wanting to be in his skin. She hadn’t realized how much of a safe space he was. 

“Go get your stuff. We’ll go eat.”

She pulls back, walking through the chatter boxes once again, fake laughing and joking with them, mostly saying her goodbyes, jogging up the stairs to her childhood bed room. Her man was here and she was ready to go. He stands up quickly, seeing her brothers make their way up to him.

”Main-event Jey USOOO.” The twins, Duke and Dennis mock his ring entrance, laughing causing everyone to watch. The twins were super protective over their baby sister. That and they couldn’t stand Joshua for some reasons. They felt like he wasn’t good enough for her. Jimmy clocks the animosity in their tone. He joined his brother’s side, ready for a fight. 

“I should’ve known it was you.  I mean she is attracted to bi-“ Duke stops when a hand  pushes him back. Zyaire shakes his head at his shocked expression. This wasn’t’t the time more the place. He wasn’t one for the fighting in his parent’s home. Especially over his sister’s relationships.

Zyaire learned the hard way dealing Shiloh’s fiancee. Joseph. In honesty, he had no problems with Joshua. He took care of her at her lowest and brought back the fire in her eyes. This was a different Soraya than before and he wasn’t going to let anyone ruin that. Not even their dumb ass twin brothers.

”Chill.” He turns back to Jey. “Be good to her man. She deserves it.”  

He nods in understanding, seeing his her come down the stairs. “I got her Uce.” 

“Everything okay here?” Soraya questions, finally joining Jey’s side with her purse and phone. Her hand instantly went down to his, fingers linking together slowly. She looks up at her older brother. 

He shakes his head with a knowing smile. “All good Raya, maybe we’ll see you at the shows now.” 

Soraya rolls her eyes at the comment, she avoided those shows for several reasons. “Bye” She waves to them quickly, dragging Jey out the house with her.

Soraya was over it at this point, wanting to be alone with her man. He tugs her arm slowing her down. “Slow down baby.”

She lets him pull her closer in his arms. “I’m not going anywhere.

After becoming champion at Backlash, he was able to take a long break before the road to SummerSlam. 

“m’sorry. Just missed you.” 

He grins, pulling her into his chest. He tilts her chin up with his fingers, thumb rubbing the space between her lips and chin. Soraya’s needy eyes stare at him, making him groan. Soft wet lips press against her mouth “Miss you, too pretty mama.” A soft moan leaving her lips.

”Let’s go get you fed.” 

It became a common occurrence to be at his place all the time. He was closer to more eating places, the bigger couch and bed. As soon as he opened the door for her, she made herself comfortable, taking off her shoes, slipping her feet into the fuzzy uggs next to his own slippers.

”Might as well move in.” He jokes locking up for the night. She was over so much, her belongings, mixed in with his. Some days he found her clothes mixed in with his travel bag. He keeps them in there, letting her natural scent mix in with his. He had a piece of her every time he went on the road.

Soraya joked to herself a lot that she would move in if he asked. He just has yet to ask her and didn’t want to impose. What if he got tired of her and kicked her out. She grabs his hoodie off the couch, turning to him. “Don’t tempt me with a good offer.”

She slips into the hoodie, putting her head and arms through the designated holes while watching him toss the keys on the entry table. He was studying her, mentally drawing the image in his brain at how she looked in his clothes; especially his merch. The necklace he gifted her was peeking through the hood asking him smile. she never took it off. Unless she was in the shower.

Her phone suddenly connects to his home audio system, letting him know she was here recently. He relished in the fact she proffered his place over hers.

Her smooth, sultry voice sings sweetly through the speakers. She was singing to him again, only this time a little more seductive. The strides he made towards her filled with passion and determination.

She moans at his hands grabbing her face, pressing a hot kiss to her mouth. His own working against hers, licking her plush bottom lip. He sucks the soft flesh between his own. 

Soraya trembles, gripping the front of his shirt. She tries to press herself closer. The needy kiss trails upward along her warm cheeks, moving her arms around his neck, her eyes flutter close, tiny moans from his teeth sinking into her neck, tongue soothing the sting.

”Jey.” She mumbles.

”Mhm?” He rubs his hands down her sides gently, pushing under the hoodie. Teasing her skin with light grazes from his fingers. A soft hum leaves her mouth. The lyrics speak for themselves, getting shy all over again from his passionate gaze.

If you like it you can touch it, baby. She leans up, kissing him slowly, setting the pace she wanted.

He smooths his hands over her thighs, going behind her, his large hands gripping the cuff between her thigh and ass. Ooh, grab a hold, don’t let go. He slips his tongue in her mouth at the sudden gasp she lets out. 

Her legs wrap around him, his erection straining in his briefs, pressing firmly between her supple cheeks. He can’t help but give it a light slip, groaning at the sounds of her tiny whimpers. He rubs gently using this time to carry her up the stairs into his room.

The soft glow of the sun setting illuminated the room. Her back hits the soft sheets, crawling up on her elbows towards the middle of the bed, He removes his shirt, tossing it somewhere in the room.

Faintly the song fades deeper, igniting a different light of passion behind his eyes. He grabs her ankle, pulling her down with a giggle. 

Jey stands between her legs, massaging her thighs as he leans down, pressing soft quick quicks on her neck. “You want it princess?”

A sweet sigh fills his ears, her hand resting on the side of his neck, feeling the cool metal of his Cuban link beneath her fingers.  “yes.” 

Their lips meet again, she’s falling into mush at his dominance, letting him bruise her lips, his breath hot against her skin with each kiss on her neck and shoulders. His hand rubs into her thighs, trailing up to hook his fingers in her bottoms, tugging them down and off.

His hands felt hot against her skin; rubbing in places other than where she wants to be touched. He slowly pushes the top over her head, her ample breasts sitting pretty for him.

He palms one softly, watching her shy away from his face. Jey uses his thumb and pinky finger to pinch and roll the nipple. “Look at me.”

The huskiness in tone mad her rub her legs together. Her slick pools into a small puddle beneath her. She wills herself to make eye-contact.

His right hand, slipping between her legs, teasing her arousal. “Good girl.” He gives her a sloppy kiss, spreading her folds with his index and ring finger; using his middle finger to slide up and down her center. 

Her soft moans covered by his mouth. She manages a soft pant. The hand still palming her breast rubs up her neck, enough pressure to make her lie flat against the mattress.

”Open for me, baby.” He coaxes, pushing the finger into her slick hole. Her legs spread open, exposing her body more to him.

He stills watches her closely, learning each expression he made with the curve of his fingers, adding another one, mouth slightly parted. He knows he found her spot. She pushes down on his hand. A delicate squeal leaves her lip. He knows Soraya can get louder.

Jey has made her squeal several times before; he stops wanting to make her come just from his mouth.

He lowers to his knees at the side of bed. Jey pulls his fingers out slowly, hearing the soft whine of loss from above.

His wet lips, leave a trail along her thighs; avoiding her dripping sex. Jey nipped and sucked on the meaty flesh, teasing her in the best way possible. His hands, pushing her thighs back, felt her lower half roll with his tongue on her clit.

Jey flicks her clit in slow circles, urging her to cry out in desperation. The warm like flesh, trails down. She clenches around nothing with a needy whine. “Jey..” She knew that’s not what he wanted to her.

“Relax.” He mumbles, giving her thigh a soft squeeze of reassurance.

He lets a dribble of saliva leave his pursued lips on to her dripping cunt. “I got you mamas.” 

He presses his mouth to her folds, leaving soft kisses. He looks up at he, allowing her thighs to close around his head. Jey hums lowly, coaxing a loud moan out of her.

He licks and sucks continuously, not letting up on her trembling body.  Her hands tangle in his hair, pulling on the soft curls.

His groan vibrates against her, grinding down on his mouth. The bubbling feeling in her belly rising. He takes notes of her tightened grip, and squeezing thighs, ears softly popping from the pressure.

Joshua plants his hands on the underside of her thighs, pushing them back on the bed; flattening his tongue against her, shaking his head side to side.

The burning sensation in her thighs only adding her to intense pleasure Josh was putting her through. He closes his mouth around her dripping heat; sucking harshly to elicit whiny moans from her.

The fervent licks lapping at her dripping juices. 

“Baby.” She squirms, tugging at his head with each hungry lick he gives her.  His cool breath blowing with on the nub, a strangled cry filling the room as her body shakes, a wave of relief crashing over her. 

His mouth kissed a pathway up her quivering body; fingers grazing over each mark he left on her rich skin; her fingers tracing along his arm pulling him down closer, pressing their lips together in a heated kiss. An aroused moan at the taste of her essence on his tongue. 

So into the kiss, Soraya didn’t feel him push off his own briefs, tossing them on the floor. His hand guided her leg around his waist, pressing his arousal against her folds. She bites his lip with a needy moan.

”More.” She mumbles into his mouth. He rocks down. The tip of him inching its way inside her heat.

Jey watches her eyes roll to the back of her head,, adjusting to his size. A cocky grin on his face he bottoms out. He kisses along her slacked jaw. He grinds his hips, using both hands to hold her thighs on his torso.

A low, rough grunt, with every squeeze of her pussy around his dick. Her essence coating his erection making the slip easier with each long stroke.

His weight against her body forcing her body to take it; rolling them on his side. His hand grabbing at the pliant flesh of her ass. He grips harshly while bouncing her down on his thighs.

The smell of sweat and sex filled the room. Josh leaves tender kisses along her shoulders. His hips curve upwards, tapping the sensitive bundle of nerves.

”oh fuck.” She gasps clenching around him to make him stop. A harsh slap to her thigh makes her look at him. A dangerous glare on his face.

”You can take it.” His length and girth stretched her so much. When she doesn’t let go, he pulls out, putting her on her stomach. 

“Josh-.” The sting from his hand on her ass stopped her. He rubs it softly, using both hands to spread her cheeks apart. She flinches at his wet tongue eating her from behind.

”who-?” He grits out, prepared to smack the bouncing bottom again.

”Daddy.” She rocks back, hearing a pleased hum leaving his lips. He had wanted to make love to her, yet the sight of her ass in the air changed his mind. His own arousal covered in her dripping cum. He places a pillow under her hips, leaning down to kiss up her spine. 

Her arms spread out next to her head, he rubs his hands up her arms, linking with her own, to pin her to the bed. His front pressed to her back. He plunges forward in a sharp thrust. Her falling back against his shoulder with a whine. 

He circles his hips, lips pressed to her cheek with sweet kisses. “Feel good hm?”

She nods, words caught in her throat with each move he makes. His large, veiny dick filled her in the best way possible. She turns her head slightly, his own coming down to kiss her. 

The once playing music drowned out by the sounds of her moans and grunts; skin slapping against skin. It was erotic the way she melted under him. He frees a hand to grip her throat, pulling her up on her knees making her plant her hands firmly.

”So close baby.” Jey groans. His nose pressed into her cheeks whispering praises in her ear, light kisses adding to the throbbing sensation that joined them together. 

A familiar fluttering in her belly, she clenches and he grunts in her ear. “That’s it.” He comes, hitting that spot over and over again that had her screaming his name softly.

“Good girl.” He staggers his thrust, timing it with his own orgasm.  “gonna cum for daddy?”

Unable to form coherent words, she squeaks instead when his right hand reaches around her, using his fingers to rub her sensitive clit.  Soraya jerks forward at the feeling of his hand squeezing her throat and the other on her tender flesh with every stroke of his thick dick. 

“Words mama.”

”mhm.. Yes.” She whimpers, taking all of him like the good girl she was. His hand around her throat moves to her right cheek squeezing softly.

”Cum for daddy princes.” He kisses the back of her shoulder, letting her bounce back against him.

Soraya feels the orgasm build up. Her arms shake, going weak as she falls flat against the bed. A helpless sweet little cry echoes of the walls when her release finally overcomes her senses. She closes her eyes, letting him use her.

Jey’s movements don’t stop, her core overly sensitive. The mixing of her shaky breathes and his thick growls only intensify when he snaps forward, pressing his hips into hers. His load painting her walls. 

“Fuck.” He hisses when he pulls out slowly. The juices connecting from her cunt to his tip. 

This wasn’t how he expected their first time together would go, but he would take it. Jey slides out of his bed. The once bright sky now littered with stars.

He turns on the light, smiling at her relaxed form. Her body littered with his teeth marks, and hickies. Joshua kisses up her back. 

“No more.” she mumbles. He lets out a deep rumble laugh from his belly.

”Let’s get you cleaned up.” He rolls her on her back and cradles her body in his arms. A quick kiss to her nose getting that shy smile he fell in love with.

His bathroom, just as spacious as his bedroom, was her favorite room in his house. The dual head walk in shower was the best thing there; comfortably fitting the both of them.

The steam quickly filling the room; they clean their bodies. Jey steals tiny kisses here and there. It was a quick shower; not wanting to get dry skin and soaked heads. She took the wig off, placing it on a wig head she had one his dresser. She had accumulated so much stuff over here, that she might as well move in. Her clothes miso mixed in with his, she just grabs whatever touches her had first.

The random shirt, being one his old merch shirts; it swallowed her frame.  

“Hungry?” The goofy grin on his face does nothing to persuade her that he was only talking about food; he could only hope she was just as hungry as him.

Soraya looks down, laughing at the giant bright word in her chest. . “Yeeet.” 

Jey’s head shakes with a smile; his heart swelling at her genuine laughter.. “I’ll order in. Whataburger? The usual?”

“I was thinking we could cook.” She loved when Jey cooked, he loved cooking for her and with. He had begun teaching her some of his favorites.

He was in the mood for traditional food tonight. “Maybe your famous chicken.” She hints, reaching in the drawers to pull out the matching lavalava set he got them. 

The lavalava fit snug around her waist, bringing her a deeper sense of connection with him. Their hectic schedules made it hard to incorporate their culture in the relationship. However, any chance she got, she would take it. 

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The Girl Of Her Dreams || Robin Buckley

Pairing: Robin Buckley x Reader

Warnings: Bullying, violence, explicit language, a slight indication of a homophobic driven comment- used as a form of bullying from one of the characters. If I have missed any warnings, please let me know.

Word Count: 4693 words.

A/N: It’s official, I’m writing for Stranger Things. Feel free to send in any requests for your favourite characters! I hope you all enjoy. Please note this is an au so some character’s behaviours may be different to what is expected.

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The Girl Of Her Dreams: Robin Buckley-

“Seriously Robin, I’m not doing it, I’m not covering another work shift for you so you can ask out some girl.” Steve says as he picks at the counter in front of him, attempting to remove an unknown stickiness that covers it.

Robin sighs in frustration, turning her features up in annoyance as she clenches her fist ready to punch at the phone box- opting not to of course.

“Steve, listen to me. This isn’t just some girl. This is quite possibly the girl of my dreams, she’s perfect and nice and I feel like I have a real shot at asking her out. Though, I can’t do that if you don’t work with me on this one.”

Robin leans against the dirty payphone box, hoping that at least part of her plea is being taken into consideration by Steve.

Steve balances the ‘Family Video’ work phone between his left ear and shoulder, “Robin, that sounds great and all, but I’m already covering a shift right now. If I’m always at work how am I supposed to get a hot babe to go out with me. I mean honestly, did you even consider that?”

As he waits for Robin’s response, he drags over a lone slinky toy to play with.

Robin takes the school pay phone away from her ear, releasing a breath to center her emotions before placing it back to its original place, “You’re only covering a shift right now because your free periods are different and let’s face it, better than mine. I will literally do anything Harrington; I’ll even clean out those disgusting candy dispensers that have been sitting there for months, growing new life forms from within. Heck, I’ll even clean them out with my bare hands if I have to, just to prove a point-“

“Eww, no gross Robin. That’s just so wrong.” Steve says as he winces, dreading to even contemplate what lies from within those dispensers. The glass alone looks as though it’s had a trip to the Upside Down, an area Steve is unfortunately rather familiar with.

“See, this is how much it means to me. I might not get another chance to ask y/n out. If you could please just cover tomorrow’s night shift, I will be incredibly and truly grateful.” Robin paces the small area near the phone booth as she explains her reasonings to Steve, unconsciously tangling herself up in the phone’s wiring.

Steve stretches out the silver slinky as he continues the conversation, “I mean have you even asked her out yet? What if she says no?”

Robin bites at her finger before answering, “Honest answer, no; but I’m telling you, with what I have planned she won’t say no. I’m going all out for this one Steve, I just know that I have to take this shot.”

Steve runs a hand through his impeccably kept hair, narrowing down his options, “Alright, I’ll do it, but you owe me big time Buckley. I’m talking day or night, if I need you for anything, you’d better pull through, got it?” Steve attempts a stern and rather intricate approach to his conditions, knowing Robin has the tendency to outsmart him when it comes to negotiations. He doesn’t know how, but she always finds a way.

Robin bites her lip in excitement, attempting to throw herself up in the air in the form of a jump to express her giddiness. However, due to her happiness she forgot the key detail of being somewhat tangled up in the phone cord, causing her to quickly spin herself free to celebrate properly.

With Steve’s willingness to help her secure a potential date with you, nothing can ruin her day. Not even cleaning out some gross and expired candy from a jar.

That is until she hears the sound of laughter emanating from a set of open doors near her, leading directly into the school. Though, Robin wouldn’t say it was a good kind of laughter, it’s more of a sinister kind that is way too common within Hawkins High, especially when the more popular groups get their ten minutes of enjoyment from teasing those who they view to be below them in social status and class.

Robin slowly twists herself around to get a better look, attempting to decipher the nature of the situation by placing the phone down by her side.

That’s when she spots several students crowding around the school entrance, filtering out from the halls. With this in combination of the wicked waves of laughter she can only dread what living hell is occurring within the school.

She is soon snapped out of her thought process when she hears muffled exclamations of her name sounding through the discarded phone.

She instantly places the phone back to her ear to answer, “Sorry, yeah, I’m here.”

“About time Robin, you’ll never guess who just walked into the store… Tammy frickin’ Thompson.” Steve says through clenched teeth, attempting to mask his words from the girl herself.

“Oh awesome, cool.” Robin says mindlessly as she watches the scene in front of her, debating whether to go and take a look for herself.

“Hey, no, no, not cool or awesome Robin. I need you to stay on the phone so I don’t have to talk to ‘the Muppet’ any longer than I have to.” Steve says as he turns his body away from the front of the counter, attempting to blend in with his surroundings and deter Tammy from striking up an unwanted conversation with him.

By this point, Robin is in her own little world, analysing each thought to its maximum capability, trying to work out an appropriate outcome for her to follow if she were to go and join the crowd.

There’s a gnawing sensation working its way through her stomach, making her believe that she needs to go and see what the commotion inside is in concern with.

Once her choice is made, she jumps into action, “Okay, thanks for your help Steve. I’ll talk to you later, bye.” She says quickly as she slams the phone back into its holder and pulls herself away from the payphone; ultimately ending the call.

“Wait, Robin what did we just talk about, if I need you- Robin? Robin?!” Steve releases a series of annoyed sounds, keeping a mental note to pick Robin up on this later.

As he places the phone down on its holder reluctantly, Tammy takes her opportune moment to grace Steve with her presence.

Steve plasters on the fakest smile he can muster up, practically grimacing at the girl.

As she begins to engage in conversation, he can’t help but picture himself conversing with a real life Muppet.

‘Robin is so going to pay for this later.’ Is the thought that constantly plays on Steve’s mind as he attempts to drown out any other noise filling the store.

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Robin wastes no time in making her way through the crowd, curiosity getting the better of her.

As she eagerly shoves through the sea of people- receiving several unimpressed scoffs at her lack of patience. She quickly reaches the center of the crowd, now being able to understand as to why everyone is watching in the first place.

Though the reason behind their enjoyment shatters her heart. They’re not just laughing at some new joke that’s making it rounds through the school, they’re laughing at you.

It seems to be that today, you’re the popular groups’ victim of their sadistic enjoyment and Robin can’t help but watch in horror.

Tommy Hagan and Carol Perkins seem to be leading the torment mostly. Grabbing at your bag and emptying its contents onto the floor.

“Now, what do we have here?” Tommy says as he picks up various loose papers.

“It’s just a bunch of junk, wow, no wonder you don’t have any friends.” Carol practically spits at you, kicking away any random item that comes across her path as she circles you.

You try your hardest not to display any emotion, knowing as soon as they’ve had their fun they’ll most likely leave you alone.

“Oh no, the little ‘know it all’ is failing Spanish. How very disappointing.” Tommy attempts to taunt you by showing off your most recent essay, being marked with a red ‘F’.

You just smile in response, “Wow, good job Tommy. I never knew you could actually read, I thought your skills stopped at being a first class asshole.”

From your unexpected remark the spectators become a baying crowd, desperate to see Tommy and Carol teach you a lesson for your attempt to embarrass them- with the majority of them being their mindless followers.

Carol is the first to move; coming up from behind you and grabbing at the roots of your hair, giving her the perfect leverage to pull you back harshly.

Robin makes an attempt to step forward, but is stopped once she is shoved back further into the gathering of people.

Your breathing rate becomes laboured, attempting to work through the pain of Carol’s increasingly tightening grip.

She painfully moves your head to the side to ensure you’re making eye contact with her, “I’ll give you one chance, and one chance only to apologise for what you just said, or so help me I’ll make you regret the day you stepped foot in this school, freak.”

You harden your glare towards her, refusing to step down; and stand your ground against her.

Just before you can react, Tommy pitches in, “Leave it babe, the loser will have it coming to her sooner or later.”

Tommy uses his foot to kick at the remnants of your bag, coming across your favourite sketchbook.

You unwillingly gasp once you see it fall from your bag, hoping Tommy and Carol leave it intact.

Carol unfortunately notices your reaction, “Tommy, pick up that disgusting book by your feet.”

Tommy glances around until he sets focus on the book in question, instantly picking it up to flick through.

You lunge forward in an attempt to stop him, allowing Carol to pull you back furiously, causing you to release a yelp of pain.

Tommy smirks as he scans each page, loving the opportunities being created to tease you further.

“Oh my god, these drawings are pure shit man.” Tommy laughs at each one, attempting to offend your hobby.

Though, that’s not the part you are dreading- you know your drawings are good but there’s one drawing in particular that you don’t want him to ruin.

As soon as Tommy’s features freeze, you know he’s found it.

He looks up at Carol is pure delight, finally finding something of worth.

“How sweet, our favourite freak has a crush.”

Carol practically shoves you aside, wiping her hands on herself in disgust from touching you.

You lose your footing and slam to the ground, feeling surging hot tears line your vision.

As you look up you notice Tommy tilting the book in Carol’s direction, making her face twist in distaste.

“Oh my god, you make me sick.” She rips out the page and reaches into her mouth to pull out her used gum, placing it in the middle of the page before folding it over.

Tommy thrives in his girlfriend’s cruel actions, cheering her on. She quickly makes her way towards the crowd, causing them to separate to let her pass.

As soon as she locks eyes with Robin, she shoves the piece of paper in her hands; having noticed her presence upon her arrival.

“I would say I feel sorry for you, but you’re just as much of a failure as she is. Say hi to Harrington for me.” She winks as she turns to join her boyfriend once more.

Robin bites the inside of her lip, using the pain to focus on anything other than the crushing feeling of having to watch you go through this. She ignores the curious stares from around her; holding the paper close in order to protect it from any further damage.

By this point your face is covered in pained tears, you sit up to balance on your knees, rubbing at your legs to remove any traces of dirt that’s made its way onto your clothing from the filthy hallway floor.

Tommy welcomes his girlfriend back with open arms, however her sight is trained on something more important in her own mind.

She notices a river of red paint making its way out of your bag, the bottle ultimately being broken from the rough treatment it has undergone in the last few minutes and tainting anything that its stream comes across.

A sinister idea forms in her mind; driving her next actions forward.

She digs into the bag to retrieve the leaking paint bottle, smearing a little bit across her hand, whilst allowing a smile to spread across her face.

Carol slowly makes her way to you, taking each step slowly and carefully as she speaks “You know, red has always been your colour. What do you think y/n?” Carol says as she smacks you harshly across the face, leaving behind a stinging, red paint mark across your cheek.

You attempt to take most of your pained breaths through your nose, trying to keep as quiet as you can in order to remove the satisfaction being rewarded towards Tommy and Carol for your humiliation.

At this point your peers are encouraging Carol on, allowing her to squeeze the remaining paint all over your hair and clothing, leaving you as a complete mess on the floor.

That is your breaking point, your sobs fall from your mouth instantly, increasing further as you feel the paint fall from your skin and coating you in an essence of mortification.

Carol throws the empty bottle on the floor beside you, “Now you look like the freak that everyone knows you to be.”

Tommy wraps his girlfriend in a hug from behind, resting his face on her shoulder, “Good job babe, it looks like an improvement.”

Carol releases a small ‘Aww’ as she turns to plant a kiss on Tommy’s lips.

However, their kiss is soon interrupted once Principal Higgins’ voice resounds throughout the corridor, “What on earth is going on here, clear the way and get to class!”

Tommy makes quick work of grabbing Carol’s hand in an attempt to flee the scene and escape a scolding from the Principal, “See ya around princess.” Tommy sneers as he mimics fake kisses towards you, sending Carol into a hysteric bout of laughter.

As the crowd around you starts to disperse you pick yourself up and practically throw yourself into the nearby toilets, opting to avoid the series of questions as to why you’re covered in paint in the middle of the hallway by Principal Higgins; and not caring to pick up your possessions.

The only presence remaining in the hall is Robin, she continues to clutch the piece of paper that Carol shoved into her grasp, close to her chest. A lone tear cascades down her cheek, feeling an immense amount of guilt filling her system. She wanted to help, but any interference would have caused Tommy and Carol to step up their horrible behaviour- experienced personally throughout her time at Hawkins High also.

Robin sniffles in a breath, staring at your belongings decorating the floor. She steps forward to pick up your ruined bag, taking a moment to admire all the quirky details that make it yours, from the awesome doodles covering the canvas of the backpack to the minor wear and tear from its continued use.

Robin crouches on the floor to pick up your scattered books and papers, ensuring nothing is left behind. She even picks up the random scribbled out and ripped up notes in case they still have an importance within your life.

Once she finally collects the rogue pens that remain she stands up with your bag and avoids Principal Higgins’ puzzled gaze- not understanding the origin of the commotion.

She makes a point to check her surroundings before entering the toilets that you retreated into, hoping that everyone leaves you alone after the brutal treatment you have just received.

Robin pushes on the heavy door, releasing a huff of air at the force needed. She takes measured steps upon entry, trying to gauge where you could be.

She scans the unappealing features of the room, with the flickering fluorescent lights messing with her vision she has to squint her eyes in order to focus on the minimal effort that has gone into the decoration- no wonder her peers bring it upon themselves to cover the plain walls in their own markings and drawings, no matter how odd they are.

She raises an eyebrow at the mirrors lining one of the walls, attempting to figure out the unknown substances that blocks them out entirely, making them practically useless for their sole purpose of reflecting an image.

Her puzzlement is soon halted once she hears small cries coming from one of the toilet stalls. Under the current circumstances they can only be originating from you.

She steps towards the sounds, narrowing down that you’re occupying the end stall, with the door closed and presumably locked.

She stands in front of the stall, raising her hand to give three small knocks on the wooden door.

Her voice cracks slightly from the nerves of talking to you, hoping she doesn’t mess up, “H-hi, um, are you okay?” She face palms herself at the question- of course you’re not okay, you’ve just been humiliated in front of everybody.

You don’t respond, continuing to release sniffles of despair. It’s not that you are refusing to speak, you just can’t trust anyone at the moment, wondering if someone has come into the toilets just to torment you further.

Robin runs a hand down her face, attempting to wrack her brain for an idea.

She doesn’t want to leave you in this state, all she wants to do is help make you feel better and support you any way she can.

Finally she uses her foot to gently kick at the neighbouring stall, confirming that it is empty once it squeaks open.

Once she enters she unknowingly mirrors your exact position of closing the door and sliding right down it to avoid any disturbances.

Your lip trembles intensely, your eyes ache in agony from the unrelenting tears that cover them.

You watch the unknown figure with interest from the bottom of the stall, noticing how they sit on the ground to stretch out their legs, knocking their shoes together several times.

You’re adamant you’ve seen those iconic shoes before- a pair of red Converses with some rather interesting drawings of naked women being scattered across them. They’re Robin Buckley’s.

Your heart stops at the realisation, there is no way that Robin would be here to sit with you. She’s way too cool for that.

A new wave of tears come to your eyes, though these ones are of appreciation of her presence.

Robin listens carefully through the stall, now hearing the occasional hiccup from the extended crying.

She has gathered that the situation is probably still too raw for you to engage in a full blown conversation. Causing her to gather up your belongings and shove them across the floor to you.

She watches from the gap at how your shaking hands touch your backpack, brushing over it carefully.

Your heart flutters at the action, appreciating the kindness that Robin is displaying.

Whilst you become lost in your thoughts, Robin makes an effort to rummage through her own bag, looking for a scrap piece of paper. The first piece she pulls out is an old music sheet from last semester; the back is blank so it will work for her plan.

She finds a broken pen in her bag, using her hand to test its ability to write. Once her skin is covered in black ink, she releases a happy ‘yes’, and begins to write on the piece of paper.

Once you hear a knock against your stall, a hand is directed towards you, sliding across a piece of paper.

You pick it up to read the writing at the top of the page.

‘Hi :) It’s me, Robin! I know you might not want to talk right now, so maybe we can try this instead?’

You smile at the words in front of you, using your hand to wipe away the remaining tears.

You instantly find a pen in your bag, using it to add to the paper. Once you have finished writing your response, you slide it back under to Robin.

She takes a moment to read it, ‘Hi Robin! Thank you, I appreciate it more than you know. No one has ever shown me such kindness before.”

Robin’s face drops at this, in her eyes you deserve nothing but love and kindness. She configures a response, ‘That sucks, this school really blows :(‘

Once you are returned the piece of paper, you release a breath of agreement, hating that you have to attend Hawkins High- with it being full of jerks and all.

You quickly scribble down your reply and pass it back to Robin.

‘Well at least it has some pretty awesome people like yourself here.’

Robin allows the biggest smile to play on her features, causing a blush to heat up her cheeks from your compliment.

As she goes to write again she notices her pen is refusing to work. She attempts all her tricks to make it work once more but they all come up short.

“Damn, uh my pen kind of died, sorry.” Robin leans under to view you through the gap, causing you to laugh.

“That’s okay, I feel a bit better now. Thank you.” You can’t help but admire Robin’s face, realising how angelic she really is up close.

Robin points under the gap, signalling for her to come under and join you in your stall- since the gap is big enough, “May I?”

You nod as you move yourself over, making enough room for Robin.

As soon as you have moved from the door, Robin uses the underside of the stall barrier to grab on to and slide herself from under her stall to yours.

At this point, the two of you are facing each other, backed up against the opposing, separating stall walls.

A comfortable silence falls over the two of you, until Robin shifts to grab her bag from the stall gap behind her.

She pulls out the piece of paper Carol handed her, “I believe this is yours.” Robin shakily passes it over to you.

You put your hand up to decline it, “I know Carol kind of ruined it, but it’s actually for you.” You say defeatedly, not expecting this to be the way in which you would gift Robin the drawing.

Robin carefully unwraps the paper, using a bit of force to pry the paper from itself due to the gum forming a glue-like bond to it.

She carefully twists the page around, figuring out what remains under the white, sticky substance. She can’t help but grin once she sees the pencil details of herself covering the page. She always knew you had a talent for capturing the smallest details within an image and bringing them to life. That’s why this drawing of her sat reading an unfamiliar book is truly appreciated.

“Wow, this is totally and completely mind blowing. How did you even manage to draw this? It’s incredible, y/n.”

You can’t help but blush at the praise, admiring how Robin studies the drawing in genuine attentiveness.

“You know what Mrs Click’s History classes are like, they bore us to death, meaning I have to find other sources of entertainment.” You say as you gesture to the drawing.

Robin laughs at your remark, before letting her features drop sadly as she allows her mind to wander, “I’m sorry I didn’t help you out there. I just- I just froze and I know that if I did or said anything wrong that the whole situation would have got worse somehow, and they would have been more vicious with you, which I wouldn’t have been able to handle. Now I am venting on, which you really don’t need to hear-“

You place a hand on Robin’s knee to stop her, causing her to look at your paint, stained face, “It’s okay, I would rather it have been me than you anyway. I don’t think I could cope knowing they were treating you in such an awful way.”

You start to mess with the paint on your skin, attempting to rub it away as you speak. Robin looks at you in surprise, she would have traded places with you in a heartbeat, but hearing you say something of a similar manner is beyond her wildest imagination.

She attempts to pick up the conversation, “You know, I was actually on my way to find you.” You tilt your head at her words, allowing her to continue her statement, “I was going to ask you if you wanted to, you know, hang out? Say tomorrow night, just me and you, like totally chill, no drama, just two awesome girls hanging out, having fun and yeah, just some great bonding time. I don’t know why I said all that, like that, I have this problem where it’s like I should stop talking. I have said everything I need to say, but then I guess I get nervous and the words keep spilling out. Ahhh, I should just stop.”

You can’t help but admire Robin, every part of her you just love and appreciate.

“You’re totally freaked out by me aren’t you?” Robin releases a nervous laughter.

You shake your head, “Not in the slightest. I think it would be a very fair point to say you’re one of my favourite people ever. Everything about you fascinates me. You’re like my hero with your comebacks and whole outlook on life. I actually drew that picture as a way of preparing myself to ask you out. I was going to give it to you after class one day and trust me my speech would be on par with yours. I really like you Robin.”

Robin opens and closes her mouth in shock, she can’t believe what she’s hearing. Quite potentially the most beautiful girl in school likes her?!

“So, tomorrow night? Me, you and some awesome fun?”

You beam at Robin’s question, “Yes, most definitely. I promise to look more appealing than I currently do.” You say as you scan yourself to view all the red paint still covering you.

Robin gets up and rushes to another stall, making your face drop at her sudden absence.

Though you're quickly reassured once you see her use a mass amount of toilet paper to form an appropriate wiping material- running it under cold water using the sinks provided.

She walks over to you and uses her makeshift wipe to gently remove the paint tainting your face.

You study her face intently, taking in all the unique points that make Robin herself.

Robin concentrates on her task, “You know, I have this friend, well more of an acquaintance actually who’s like a borderline Einstein but also a dingus, and he’ll definitely have some sort of random fact on how to get that paint out of your clothes. He’s odd like that but we wouldn’t trade our Dustin for the world. That or I can ask Nancy if she has any spare clothes in her locker, she’s always super prepared and will most definitely have a back up outfit hidden somewhere.”

“I don’t mind, whatever you think is best Robin.” You insist.

Robin stands up and holds her hand out to you, pulling you up from the ground.

“Okay, we’ll go visit Henderson first, he’s probably hanging out with the Hellfire club at this time of day. Then we’ll go from there.” Robin explains as she picks up both backpacks, affirming that she will carry your bag for you.

You link your arm through Robin’s, completely grateful for her support after today’s incident and feeling several times more better than when you first entered the toilet stall.

“That sounds perfect.” With that being said, the two of you proudly walked out of the toilets, looking forward to the journey ahead for the both of you, especially now that you have both signalled your admiration for each other.

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[silverbladexyz]

Hiii! Welcome back! This request is so cute and fluffy. I haven’t watched Naruto yet, but I did some research on Sakura’s powers and I hope I wrote it alright! Btw this is hcs

BSD Manga spoilers below!

The images used are not mine. They belong to their original owners

TW: Mentions of fighting, stabbing

Tecchou and Jouno with a Fem!reader that’s the Hunting Dogs’ doctor

Tecchou:

-I feel like Tecchou rarely gets injured on missions. Like, this guy is the strongest member of the Hunting Dogs, I don’t think a little scratch would be enough to stop him

-So let’s say that after he finished his mission, he was just about to head back to headquarters, when unfortunately a criminal snuck up on him and stabbed him in the back. Luckily, Tecchou was able to capture the criminal, but unluckily for him he now had a serious wound that needed treatment

-Tecchou was originally going to treat it himself and eat some of his food combinations, but Jouno was nagging him to go to the clinic, because the ‘blood smelled gross’. Tachihara too, but because he didn’t want Tecchou to get an infected wound and end up sick

-So he had no choice but to go to the infirmary. And that was when he met you

-You were very kind and patient while you were treating him. The wound did turn out to be infected, but you merely held your palm towards it. A green light shone, and the next moment his wound was gone

-Tecchou was kind of surprised, but you explained to him that it was your ability. He nodded, but he didn’t question the limits of your ability

-It was a few weeks later when Tecchou was sent to the infirmary again, this time even more wounded than before. Even Teruko was convinced that he might fall into a coma

-However, you had healed him up in a matter of seconds. This sparked curiosity in Tecchou, and soon he was asking you questions about your ability. Afterall, not all ability users with the power to heal could heal several deep wounds at once

-Over time, Tecchou finds himself enjoying your company a lot more. You were very easygoing and enjoyable to talk to, and you always managed to heal Tecchou up successfully

-He even offers you some of his food combinations. You don’t accept it, however, you do give him suggestions of healthier foods that had the same colour and that went great with each other. Tecchou took you up on your advice, and actually found himself enjoying the new food combinations that you gave him

-Whenever he gets injured, even if he could treat it himself, Tecchou still decides to go to you. Jouno teases him for this, but does Tecchou give a damn? Nope

-It wasn’t long before he felt... strange around you. Whenever you two interacted, he would feel nervous and his heart beat so fast that he thought there was something wrong with him

-Literally asks you for advice on what was happening. Then he learns that he has a crush on you

-Probably wouldn’t confess to you for a long time, if it weren’t for Jouno asking him to get it over and done with, since his fast heartbeat always annoyed his heterochromatic-haired coworker

-So after a few days, he finally confesses to you in the infirmary. It was after you healed him, when he actually holds your hand and looks at you in your eyes

-You thought that there was something wrong with your face, but once he confesses, you immediately accept. You had grown fond of Tecchou, and knowing that he felt the same way made you incredulously happy

-Cue Jouno taking pictures in the background for blackmail xD

Jouno:

-Jouno probably doesn’t get hurt a lot too, since his ability somehow helps his wounds close over and he’s as good as new

-But let’s say that his ability was copied for hours by a criminal ability user that he had to fight. It wasn’t easy, and by the end of it Jouno was bleeding nearly everywhere

-Because he doesn’t have his ability for a little while, he had no choice but to go to the infirmary

-Jouno was expecting to be kept there for a while, but what he didn’t expect was for you to hold your hand over his wounds and feel them close over quickly

-When the entire thing was done, Jouno was slightly surprised, but not for long. Afterall, you were a doctor for the Hunting Dogs, and that required exceptional skills

-Jouno found you nice to talk to. Sure, even though you could be too nice sometimes, you aren’t a pushover and knew when to stand your ground. Plus your medical knowledge and your ability made you an all the more formidable opponent

-He teased you a bit sometimes, but you got along well with him. Jouno always went to you whenever he got injured because he somehow liked the idea of you being the only person who was allowed to heal him

-Sometimes he would purposely make Tecchou stab him more often, only so that he could be treated by you <3

-It was quite a long time before he started to have these weird reactions whenever he saw you. Such as nervousness, a fast heartbeat, and all those tell-tale signs of him having a crush on you

-Jouno is in denial for the longest time. During this time, he might even try to distance himself from you. But give him some more time, and he’ll soon come to terms with his feelings

-When he confesses, he is quite simple. He just says ‘go out with me’ when you finish healing his wounds

-You nearly stumbled, and you thought that you heard him incorrectly. But Jouno just smiled genuinely, and repeated what he had said

-You were nearly lost for words, but you accepted eagerly, your heart beating the quickest you had ever felt it beat 

-But if only you knew how fast Jouno’s heart was beating for you <333

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#Hilise's fans 🌺! #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #tecchou x reader #jouno x reader #bsd fluff #silverbladexyz

[rodanhoax]

Wow... Let me just say, before you possibly read this, this was originally just another copy pasted rwby quote shitpost thing like I usually do. Said copy pasted quote will hopefully be more obvious near the end. But then, as I was writing, I just kept going, and going, and going, and going, until a hour in I realized, I was still going. But, I had already written most of it, so I thought I may as well finish it. 

I don’t really know how many will like, or even care about this, but I hope the ones that do enjoy the read. It’s pretty rough not gonna lie, don’t got anybody to beta-read this. I’ll probably not do something this again, except possibly on a random whim out of nowhere, much like this. Either way, I stalled long enough. 

Behold what happens when an idea expands further than intended with no certainty about the quality!

Atop a lonely single tower, sat a princess. For an almost undermined amount of time, this one room was all that she knew. All that she could exist in. At one side sat her her handmaiden, currently making the room as clean and neat as she could. The girl was a cat faunus about her age, with long black hair and vibrant amber eyes, along with cute little cat ears atop her head. The two weren’t particularly close, the girl seemed to hold a quiet distain for the princess if anything. Not that the princess could blame her, seeing as her family practically enslaved her and forced her to work for the princess. On the other side were two guards, perched in front of the door to the room, her only means of leaving. Before her was but a single window, perched up to allow her at least some connection to the outside. She brushed her silky white hair as she looked out at the world, wishing longingly to be apart of it. All that she knew about the outside came from books her handmaiden leant to her occasionally. 

While many were rather fantastical, leaving her to believe them to be fiction, there were also tales of numerous knights and heroes who could certainly exist. Her favorite, certainly being the story about the Rusted Knight. While many were uncertain about his actual appearance, some accounts claimed him to be rather handsome. Others would even state to have gotten the chance bed him, claiming him to be a rather well-endowed and... virile lover. Oh, how she wished she could be part of his tales. Rescued from her lonely tower by him, giving her the chance to not only explore the world, but take back and restore her kingdom, as well as her family name, from her bastard of a father. Perhaps this would also be enough for the knight to feel he has redeemed himself, and settle down. ‘Preferably with me...’ The princess thought, a red tinge arising on her cheeks as she imagined the knight taking her, and blessing her with many heirs. A sigh left her mouth as her imagination died down, revealing her cage once more. As much as she wished she could escape into her mind and leave this world behind, she couldn’t ignore where she was. Her fantasy was just that. A fantasy. One she couldn’t hope to leave from.

However...

Just as her hope was nearly diminished, the subtle sound of a horn ran through the air. This surprised the princess out of her stupor as wondered where that sound came from. Then she heard it again. Louder this time. As she listened in closer, her head almost fully out the window, she could make out yet another sound. A sound of collective stomps upon the ground, getting louder and louder with each step. A march. And upon the third horn, she could just barely fully recognize the sound, as well as it’s significance. And her worries were confirmed, as but a minute later, she could make out a large army making their way to her tower. Knights clad in all sorts of iron armor, brandishing weapons from swords and shields, to spears, to even mases. The princess could feel her heart begin to race, wondering just what they could want. Money perhaps? Maybe they’re here just for the thrill of a battle? Art they perhaps here for... her?

The princess did her best to steady her breathing, knowing she must look at this situation calmly, and vigilantly. She looked over the army, spying out any potential weak spots she could make out from her high vantage point. What she found however, had changed the course of her approach. As she scoped through the army, she saw one knight in the front, seemingly leading the rest behind him. That alone didn’t really catch her attention. What did, was the giant jackalope he was riding. There was also the man’s armor. The white plating with gold lining alone was attention grabbing, none could ignore the clear rust that covered every inch of the armor. If that wasn’t enough, the princess could make out one more thing. His shield held a rather familiar crest, that of two crescent moons. A gasp left her mouth as she comprehended just who this man was.

“The Rusted Knight!” She exclaimed, much to the confusion of her two guards, whom seemed to have spent more time leering at her beauty than noticing the army at their doorstep.

Looking away from her however, they quickly realized the situation, fear clearly emanating off them. It appears they wouldn’t have to worry however, as a large number of the guards stationed at the tower quickly left to fend off the approaching army. The two guards let out a sigh of relief, believing themselves to be safe from the upcoming carnage. The princess however was quite horrified at the display.

“What art they doing? Do they not knoweth whom they are up against? You must telleth to them to retreat or surrender! Before they all lose their lives!” She shouted at the guards.

The however brushed this off, believing their men to be of a superiors caliber. And if they were not, they’d at least by the two guards time to escape. Hearing this disgusted the princess, not believing the audacity these two portrayed. Not only ignoring an order from their princess, but also condemning their comrades to die. And yet, considering the attitude, as well as the degenerate behavior all her guards have portrayed in her time here, she shouldn’t be surprised. A guard had suddenly burst into her chambers in a state of clear panic. The two standing by the door look at him perturbed, wondering what was the alarm. Quickly trying his best to recollect as his thoughts, he stands front and center. “One of the soldiers outside has breached the tower!” He shouted, the shock of all in the room. Looking out at the continuing battle however, something had caught her eye. Or rather, something missing.

Where had the Rusted Knight gone?

The sound of a slam had rang through the room, turning the heads of all present to the double-door entrance to the chamber. Another slam against the door could be heard, nearly knocking it off it hinges. The two had attempted to put their guard up for whoever was coming, however, they didn’t expect both doors to violently fly open smashing them into the wall. The princess gasped as she watched their broken bodies slump to ground, a trail of blood leaking onto the floor. Looking back towards the door, she was nearly blown away at the sight of their trespasser. Before her stood nonother than the Rusted Knight himself. However, his trek up there had clearly been a trying one, as his chestplate had been slashed and torn apart, revealing his rather broad and muscled chest. With scratches and slight blood sprinkled about, there was no fat or softness that could be spotted from his rippled pecs, all the way down to his tight abs. Looking even lower however, she could see a light outline of what appeared to be his... manhood bulging from his pants. The stories clearly did not do him justice.

The princess could feel her bodies temperature raise at the sight, feeling the need to cool off any way she could. She undid her bolero, dropping to the ground. A soft, sensual moan left her lips as she could feel the cold air from the snow brush up against her now bare shoulders. The coldness failed to cool her off however, it only building up.

Without a second to waste, the Rusted Knight unsheathed his fabled broken sword. Now, many would immediately brush this off as a rather foolish plan. The Rusted Knight however, had built up a legend for a reason. Quickly, he flung his blade directly toward the last guard with blinding speed. The guard didn’t even know what hit him until it was already too late. The blade pierced right through his armor and pinned him right up against the wall. The force of which had nearly blown the princess away, the princess could only moan as she felt the hem of her dress be torn off in the process. She could only imagine how flushed her face must be as she took a look at her now torn dress, making her appear to be not but a harlot.

“Lady Schnow,” A deep voice penetrated through the knight’s rusted helmet. Reaching up, he began to lift his helmet up, much to the shock and anticipation of the princess. A small breath of surprise left her as she gazed upon his face. Before her was man hardened through many battles and hardships. She didn’t know his age, but could guess he was about ten years her elder. Her eyes lingered on his soft-looking, dirty-blonde hair, a few white strands strewn about. There was also his long beard, the thought to run her fingers through it briefly passing through her mind. The most enchanting thing about him however, was his eyes. A beautiful sapphire blue, as clear and as wonderous as the sky itself. Behind them, she could feel a piercing gaze looking straight through her soul.

Dropping his helmet to the ground, the knight began to make his way over to the princess. Standing before her, she is forced to acknowledge his dominating height over her, being a full head taller. “I... am John of the Ark Clan.” Said the now revealed John, taking the princess’ hands into his own as he looked down at her. “Legend of your beauty hath traveled ‘cross the sea.” He stated as he raised a hand to her. Brushing a loose strand off her face, the knight gently caresses her cheek with back of his knuckles, the princess failing to resist shuddering at the action. The heat in her neither region was becoming too much to handle. She desperately needed to sate this desire bubbling up inside of her. The princess knew succumbing to this... brute, would most surely be unbecoming of someone of her status. As well as be something her father would most certainly disown her for. But then again...

She never was particularly a daddy’s girl.

The princess took one more good long look at the man before her, her eyes once again rest on his bulge. She subconsciously bit her lower lip as she brought a finger up to her cheek, giving the knight a rather coy look. She subtly moved her finger over to his bare chest, dragging it down teasingly slow. “And legend of your... longsword, hath traveled here~” She sensually claimed, emphasizing her sentence by grabbing ahold of his “sword”. A gasp left out of the knight, not expecting the princess to so... forward. Unsure what to think at first, the knight gazes down at the princess with growing arousal, a gaze  she happily returns.

“Lady... Thy boldness” He stated, before immediately being silenced by her pressing a finger to his lips. 

“Shusheth!” She shouted. The heat was now unbearable. It must satisfied here and now. And with the growing hardness she is now feeling in her hand, she knew exactly how to do it. There was but a moment of silence between the two, neither moving, or talking. That moment of calm was almost instantly broken however, as the princess immediately leapt into the knights arms, wrapping her legs around his waist. Holding her up by her tight and supple posterior, the two quickly came together for a deep sensual kiss. Their tongues collided in a lustful clash, neither letting up or backing down both as tried to dominate the other.

As this went on, the knight subtly steps closer and closer towards the princess’ large bed. Losing patience however, he leapt them both into the air, crashing down on top the bed, the princess now underneath him. As the two continued their competitive lust-filled kiss, they began disrobing one another, stripping the other of any possible blocks from their body. While this went on however, both neglected to realize not only was the princess’ handmaiden still in the room, but was now watching as the two continued to give in to their base, carnal desires. Completely ignoring her prescience. Instead of feeling awkward however, the faunus couldn’t help but feel her own arousal building at the display. Slowly, she subconsciously reached her hand beneath her skirt, watching them finally rip off every article of clothing they had. 

The knight and princess looked down at one another as they finally separated for a breather, both breathing heavily as they gazed into one another's eyes. The princess let out a gasp as she felt a hot object rub against her naked entrance. Looking down at said object, the blush on her face got even hotter. Gazing back into John’s eyes, she felt like the two didn’t even need words to understand one another. He knew what she wanted. She knew what he wanted. And they both knew the other knew. Princess Schnow looked up at John with a sultry smile, feeling him about to claim her womanhood for himself.

“John of the Ark Clan!-”

Weiss: Wonder me with your massive knightly-!

Yang: Woah woah! Slow your roll there!

Weiss: *Looks up from her story at her team* What’s wrong?

Ruby: Weiss, you never said your story was... f-filthy.

Weiss: Uh, because it isn’t. This is a historically accurate medieval tale... with slight erotic undertones. 

Yang: Oh, there were no slight undertones in the end there.

Weiss: Well, surely you lack the ability to look underneath the surface, as expected from someone as unrefined as you.

Yang: *Quirks an eyebrow* Ok miss refine, tell me this. Why is this story about how you wanna bang Jaune?

Weiss: Excuse me?

Yang: What, I thought that much was pretty obvious.

Weiss: Clearly you thought wrong. This story is about the beautiful princess, Lady Schnow of the Atlesian Kingdom, and the her rescue by the graceful, gentle... *Blushes* skillful hands of the Rusted Knight, John of the Ark Clan. Where did you pick up that it was me and Jaune.

Yang: ... Ok, so there’s a princess?

Weiss: Yes.

Yang: With long white hair, and is called Lady Schnow?

Weiss: Uh huh.

Blake: And there is a rusted knight that has blonde hair with blue eyes?

Weiss: Right.

Ruby: And is named John?

Weiss: ... So there may be some superficial similarities.

Yang: *Rolls her eyes, deciding to give up before she gets a headache*

Blake: Why am I a handmaiden watching you two on the side?

Weiss: First of all, you think just because you both are cat faunus with long black hair, and amber eyes, and collect books must mean I based her off you? Conceited much?

Blake: I’m being conceited here?

Weiss: Second of all, it helped to add to the fiery passion built up in that scene.

Blake:  And a faunus handmaid because...?

Weiss: Historical accuracy.

Yang: Alright, I think Ruby and I had our fill for the day. *Grabs Ruby’s hood and begins dragging her out*

Weiss: But I haven’t finished yet. I was just about to get to how Lady Schnow undoes John’s pants to reveal-

Yang: Later!

Ruby: B-but I wanna-!

(Slam!)

Weiss: *Sighs in defeat and prepares to pack away her story. Only to see Blake having not moved from her seat*

Weiss: Oh, you’re still here?

Blake: Yeah. I actually want to hear where this goes. *Casually settles in her seat* Continue.

Weiss: *Smiles* Glad to see someone in this team has taste. *Clears her throat as she resumes, only just scratching the surface of her depraved tale*

#rwby #weiss schnee #rusted knight #jaune arc #yang xiao long #ruby rose #blake bellodona #close enough #rwby shitpost #white knight #rwby whiteknight

[karahalloway]

Kara Halloway - WIPs Update

Happy Friday Everyone!

First off, thank you to everyone who's taken the time to read, reblog and comment on my latest fic, which was Polo! Hope you enjoyed my weird and slightly crazy HC! The things I subject Drake to, eh? 😅

I just wanted to take a moment to let you know that while I know that I have a lot of WIPs in the works (Sleepless in New York, (Less Than) Noble Intentions, Thanksgiving, and various requests, etc.) I have finally started something that I have been putting off doing for the past 2 years (much to my husband's disgust lol), which is... working to publish an actual, real-life book 😱

I have had various original story ideas over the years, but TRR kept pulling me back into fanfic. But, a few months ago, I decided that rather than try to fight the tide, I should maybe adapt to it. So, this was how the idea of converting Sleepless in New York into a non-TRR original story was born, and last night, I finally took the pluge and decided to start working on it.

As a result, I don't know when I will go back to working on my various TRR stories (though I do want to finish them, as I have all the endings in my head, I just need to get to writing it all!!). It really depends on how the muse flows...

But I just wanted to give everyone a heads up that over the next several months, my Tumblr posting frequency will probably be a bit haphazard as a result of this new project that I've started.

At the moment, I am not planning on posting chapters of this original story (I don't even have a working title or a cover yet!) as I am hoping that you will all buy the book when it gets published 😇, but when the time comes, if anyone is interested, I am happy to provide advance copies for beta-reading, Amazon/Goodreads reviews, spreading the word, etc.

In the meantime, I hope you will bear with me and thank you to everyone who has read my stuff and encouraged me to keep writing! 😘 I would not have gotten here, or built up the courage to actually try and publish an actual friggin' novel!

Love,

Kara

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13Jan2023

#kara halloway #finally pulled the trigger and put on my big girl pants #an actual published novel?! holy heck!

[swissboyhisch]

Platonic Dates

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yourbestie: Love you Leo x

mcdavid97: Happy birthday! Enjoy your day little one!

hollymcdavid: Happy birthday yourbestie!!

user: I love Isla and Tavia 😍😍😍

cammcdavid: OMG YOUR GROWING UPP! jks happy birthday

yourbestie: LOVE YOU SO SO MUCH!

yourinsta: Love you too ❤️❤️

zstrome: HAPPY BIRTHDAY BESTIEEEE!!!!!! PARTYYYY WHEN YOU ARRIVE!!! 🎉🍸🍾

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edmontonoilers: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ONE OF OUR FAVOURITE WAGS ❤️

sandradraisaitl: Happy birthday beautiful x ❤️

yourbestie: thanks Mumma Drai x

marner16: happy birthday 💩💩💩

stephlechance: Happy birthday beautiful!

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yourinsta: Finally get to skate again ❤️ tagged: mcdavid97

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mcdavid97: just as bad as last time ❤️

user: I like the fact that even though she is best friends with Connor she can't skate, shows we all can't be good at everything

yourinsta: she is so bad, she never gets better even though she is basically dating an NHL player🙄

user: I saw them! They were so cute. Connor and y/n skated past me and he had his arm around her waist making sure she didn't fall while they were both laughing and smiling at each other. They looked so happy, so in love. I wish they were dating!

stephlechance: Hurry up and date!

marner16: agreed ^

dylstrome19: agreed ^^

ryannh93: agreed ^^^

zstrome: agreed ^^^^

clove_bennet: agreed ^^^^^

edmontonoilers: On behalf of everyone, Cap, hurry up and ask y/n out!

user: I also saw Ryan and yourbestie skating together, they are so cute as well! They kept laughing when y/n fell, usually pulling Connor down with her!

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yourinsta: Thanks for my new lock screen Con 💕

user: even when they were young they were cute 😍😭

stephlechance: #goals ❤️❤️ marner16 why can't you be like Connor?

yourinsta: yeah marner16 why can't you be like Con?

yourbestie: Still one of my favourite photos of you both! ❤️❤️❤️

drat27: I prefer your phone background more

yourbestie: babe you should see y/n's background (not this picture)

user: this is so cute!

user: not y/n looking like she's hating him kissing her

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mcdavid97: You make me happy y/n 💕

yourbestie: Ew Connor stop being cute 😂

zstrome: God this is sickly cute 👌🏻

clove_bennet: Umm, PDA

marner16: Wanna do this stephlechance?

mcdavid97: God, marner16 be original 🙄

user: What movie are you watching?

stephlechance: Don't copy the couple goals!

yourinsta: FYI it is friend goals, not couple goals, we aren't a couple 🤷🏻‍♀️

dylstrome19: yet y/n.

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user: Fun fact username, y/n originally supported Pittsburgh Penguins

user: OMG I JUST REALISED WE SAT BEHIND HER THE WHOLE GAME! user look!

user: OMG! I can't believe we sat behind her! She was cheering so loud for Connor!

yourinsta: user I support mcdavid97 24/7. If I'm at the game, I am not quiet!

mcdavid97: thanks for supporting me y/n 💕

edmontonoilers: Mcjesus' #1 fan right there

yourinsta: You know it

zstrome: I would go if I wasn't with the fam!

clove_bennet: would have if I didn't have uni 🤷🏻‍♀️

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[pricechecktranslations]

In a previous post you mentioned the "official" translation for the Daughter of Evil novel is garbage. Could you give me some examples of what the translators got wrong?

There is no official English translation of the Daughter of Evil novel, in scarequotes or otherwise. The translation I was referring to was a fan translation made in 2014 by a handful of individuals, only some of whom knew Japanese (and even then, not at a level that I would consider necessary for translating a full novel). At least one person who contributed to the translation admitted to copying and pasting a Chinese translation into Google Translate for the sections they worked on.

To give an overview, the translation has very poor quality control. There are large chunks of the novel that are roughly accurate (though they often read very awkwardly or nonsensically, especially as they kept a lot of the Japanese syntax), but there are also many instances where it deformed the meaning of a line beyond recognition, or outright wrote the exact opposite thing the line was saying. There is more than one scene where they just straight up left a line untranslated in Japanese. Don't get me wrong--the work was passable as an information resource so people could know what was in the novel, but it was never treated like just an information resource. It was treated and advertised to people as a standard translation of the novel, conveying the tone and intent of the text--and in that regard, it failed. Maybe I'm a snob when it comes to creative writing, but I can't even stand reading it for long. Mothy's writing was merely amateurish--this translation was atrocious.

My examples are under the read-more. The entire translation is riddled with errors, so I hope you'll forgive me if the list is a bit long. It is by no means comprehensive.

Line on the left in bold quoting from the old translation. Line on the right is quoting mine (not that mine is perfect but I guarantee you I at least could read Japanese when making it). In the interest of fairness, I'll admit that without a copy of the original Cloture, I can't be 100% certain what differences are a result of revisions on mothy's end or not. But I'm fairly confident that these ones I've selected are mistranslations.

"I’m beginning to worry about narrow-minded Asan, who seems to be looking at his past right now." -- "Beginning to worry for the timid man, I glanced his way."

"I heard strange rumors circulating among the chefs that the ingredients they got from the recent barn were unnatural." -- "I heard the cooks passing around a strange rumor. That apparently the food from our stores has been unusually light lately."

"What I’m proud of is the fact that one of the “Three Heroes”, Leonhart Avadonia, and some aristocrats who only know how to line their own pockets, are the outstanding personalities of the citizens in the first place." -- "I was very proud of my father. Leonhart Avadonia of “The Three Heroes” was different from the other, selfish nobles. He was a magnificent person, who thought of the people first and foremost."

"I really don’t understand what part of struggling with these kinds of liquids is good." -- "It is simply incomprehensible what you would find good about such a bitter juice."

"Oh, this isn’t how Riliane practices it."-- "Heh heh, that was just like something Riliane would say, wasn’t it?"

"She also said that it’s her first time to meet Germaine." -- "Germaine said that to me too, the first time we met"

"There is no plan, ah!" -- "That’s far too reckless!"

"Take advantage of the ones not yet killed before I escape" -- "I��m going to quickly escape while you’re unable to kill me"

"Since the day father was killed, I finally got the chance to taste wonderful tasting wine." -- "Since the day that Dad was killed, I hadn’t been able to enjoy the taste of wine."

"The child, can I really?" -- "Is she really on board with this?"

"Though the revolution was soon suppressed as Minis expected." -- "I had thought that the revolt would be immediately suppressed, but it seems that things didn’t go according to Minis’ expectations."

"Overconcentrated, make a ring around Chivality’s camp." -- "By gathering together into one single line, we would be able to make an opening in the knights’ group."

"And also, everything seems to have settled down, so you have to worry" -- "Don’t be so cautious. I have no intention of taking over Lucifenia."

(as a side note, this same group also did a translation of Wiegenlied, as well as (AFAIK) several of the evillious-sidestories translations).

[merakiui]

Omajshdhd im so excited for the dottore fic, I've been obsessed with that man ever since the webtoon. And in the forced marriage ask i kept thinking dottore would definitely make a clone of us, multiple even,

And imagine, you've been (un)happily married for quite a long time now, and you're starting to suspect he may have a secret lover. Someone he (hides?) Meets up with in his lab and goes to whenever you seem to have a nasty fight (almost every weekend probably lmao).

You're not mad, per se, you can understand it, you're not the sweet loving person you used to be, before you got stuck with him. In fact, you're even hopeful that dottore will leave you alone to torment his mystery lover instead.

But why is it everytime he comes back from his affair he seems patient and, you hate to say it but, kinder to you? And instead of trying to break up the marriage he seems more motivated to, (not fix it, gods it can never be) to maintain it?

But dottore while never divorce you, not when whenever he wants to dissect you in his lab for your behavior, he goes instead to relive his best moments with you. Besides, if he ever gets tired of your animosity, he can always try again.

Oof that was long sorry i cant get rid of dottore brainrot

Aaaa yes yes!!! It is so easy to start anew, but that doesn’t mean his patience will endure with each re-do. Nevertheless, he views everything objectively and will take appropriate notes with each clone and how far things progressed before they soured. One of his clones of you looks especially promising. They’re so sweet to him, even when he keeps them locked away in his lab. They perk up when light brightens the space, and they reach out for him with so much excitement and—it’s almost impossible to fathom—relief. They’re relieved to see him. Happy to see him. And it is so very wonderful to be loved by you, even if it’s not the original you who confesses to a honeyed love in the quiet, steam-powered confines of his lab.

Dottore wishes the original you still retained the warmth and joy of the cloned version. But, despite the frost that has covered your heart, you’re still you. He still likes keeping you around for experiments and studies. And with the clone he can enjoy the love you never give him. Though you’re suspicious of what he gets up to in his lab, you’ve never thought to dig any deeper than you’ve already dug. If anything, shouldn’t you be relieved you’re given a break from his tiresome antics?

Dottore has not yet told the clone of its true purpose—of why it was created and why it only retains certain memories. And the clone is so certain that this relationship is authentic and that it’s the only one Dottore could ever have eyes for. And then it learns of your existence and the fact that you are, undoubtedly, the original. The one that has been the mold for the clone—the copy. The body double. The replacement. It wouldn’t have been so unbearable if Dottore just kept his work and personal lives separated. But the clone sees how much he still cares for the original (even if his version of care is crooked) and it’s not the same as how he cares for the clone.

It’s strange. You thought that if you’d ever meet another you you’d befriend it and attempt that humorous thing where both of you finish each other’s sentences. You never would have imagined you’d find yourself at knifepoint as the clone attempts to coerce you into swapping places. After all, it can’t be satisfied with lust—not when it’s seen just how beautiful love is.

#yandere dottore #aaaa i’m so happy to hear you’re excited for the fic T-T <3 #i hope to post it as soon as i put the finishing touches on it :D #genshin chit chat

[petricakegames]

Devlog: Single Choice Jam [post mortem]

It's strange to me that a little over a month ago this game did not exist--not even as an idea--and now it's this entire thing. And I love it.

This post will contain some minor spoilers for Another Round, the game I made for the Single Choice Game Jam. If you haven't played the game yet, you can play it here!

It's hard to describe the shape of joy I feel right now. My first attempt at making an IF game did not end successfully. I liked the story I came up with but got very stuck on (what I considered) insufficient technical skills. And, thusly discouraged, I did not make the game. Over the year since my first attempt, I've slowly built skills, knowledge and experience--the creative person's holy trinity. Then along comes this post about a game jam where you can only give the player a single choice and I'm like, "Huh, that would be technically accessible to me but how do you make a compelling story within that imitation? Interesting premise but I'll skip this one."

I kept scrolling, but the idea noodled around my brain. What if the choices you couldn't make were as much a part of the narrative as the one you could? What if it was a loop game about growing an learning from your mistakes? What if there were lesbians?

And, honestly, it spiraled from there. I experienced more story creep than scope creep, oddly. Originally, the idea was that each round would be about 2k words and the whole game around 15k. The whole story was only going to be the final confrontation between Maddie and Agnes. The character Seven didn't exist--and that alone makes the 25k+ wordcount worth it. I love Seven. And as much as I hate when authors claim "the story wrote itself" it kind of did in this case. Much of what's in the final version was first draft material.

I'm not done with the game yet. The writing in some places isn't as elegant as I'd like. I want to add a secret ending and some other storytelling/conditional elements. And, despite about five rounds of copy editing from myself and my Dearest Friend, I've spotted several typos in the published game. Sigh.

Despite all that! I am proud of what I've accomplished. I had no intention of playing in a game jam this year but I am very glad I did. I love the game I made. Many aspects of the story are deeply personal and the telling of it brought a bit of catharsis to my heart.

Thank you to those that've played! I hope you enjoyed it. I'm spending time this weekend playing the jam games and helloooooo Baldur's Gate. But! I also had an idea--post-jam, natch--that would be an interesting, smaller scale exploration of the rules of the single choice jam that would also help me practice some of my Twine skills. So, that might be a forthcoming thing.

Good luck out there, folks! Be kind to each other

#dev log #another round #singlechoicejam #long

[shadowuponstorm]

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Munson!Reader

Age Range: 18+ since it involves a character of legal age, so minors, please scroll on. (It's not my fault if you decided to read, don't say I didn't warn you and I'm not responsible for your actions!)

Series: Stranger Things (S4, Pre-Vol. 2)

WC: Over 1.8K

Chapter 3

A/N: This is a second chapter, so you will have to read the previous part in order to understand the storyline (Chapter 1). Slight spoilers are included, and again, I ask that no one spoils or posts spoilers in the comments in case there are those who haven't seen the show or watched Vol. 2 yet! Also please don't translate, repost, or copy under any circumstances, I prefer my original work to be on just my page. Hope you enjoy this chapter and have a great day/night!

If you're wondering what my answer is to what the night brought me, it brought me peace and comfort as I cuddled with Steve, causing us to fall asleep in each other's arms. But the next morning, it brought me a whole lot of chaos, starting with Hawkins' Police bombarding me with questions regarding the supposed actions caused by Eddie. I know they were trying to do their jobs, but I had no idea what they were talking about until I looked in the entryway of the trailer and almost let out a sound of shock before I slammed my hand over my mouth as my eyes trailed the deceased body of Chrissy Cunningham, head of the cheerleading squad and the girlfriend of Jason Craver, who very much hated my brother.

So she was the late-night customer Eddie was talking about.

As the officers tried to get my attention to focus back on them, all I could think was "What the hell happened?" & "Where did Eddie go?" because I don't see his van and nobody is telling me anything else. I looked around to see Max standing on her concrete porch, looking like she was either observing what was happening or she saw something last night and doesn't want to tell authorities.

I mouth, "Did you see what happened last night?" and Max shook her head to mouth back, "I'll tell you later at Dustin's." I slightly nod and turned my attention back towards the trailer to watch them question Uncle Wayne, silently praying Eddie's somewhere no one else knows.

-Meanwhile at Family Video, Steve's POV-

After Robin turned on the TV to show the breaking news segment on Channel 9, I stopped in my tracks because I recognized where it was airing from, Wayne Munson's trailer, where the mother and uncle of my child live.

"We're in the Forest Hills trailer park in east Roane County. We don't have a lot of details now, but we can confirm that the body of a Hawkins High student was discovered early this morning. Police have not released the name...although we are told they're currently in the process of notifying the family."

Robin turns to look at me with the same look on my face, worried as well as scared of what this could mean for Y/N and Eddie.

-Hendersons Househould, Y/N's POV-

I stand next to Max as she pounds her fist on the front door until Dustin opens the door to see us standing there, curious as to why we were there. He let us in and we head to his room before Max tells him.

"Chrissy Cunningham? You're sure it was Chrissy?" Dustin asks as he paces the floor, making sure he's getting the whole story.

I clutch a pillow over my stomach and kept taking deep breaths to avoid having to throw up from morning sickness in front of them before answering sarcastically, "No, it was another cheerleader. Yes, it was Chrissy, I saw her body. It was all twisted and bent with her eyes being gone."

"Did you both tell all this to the cops?" Dustin asks as Max and I shook our heads to answer, "No."

"Eddie the freak with Chrissy the cheerleader?" Dustin says with disbelief and confusion evident in his tone before I chime in, "I know this seems a bit odd to you, but Chrissy was kind to both me and Eddie, even when she became one with the populars."

"His name's not in the news yet or anything, but I guarantee you both that Eddie is suspect one now," Max responds as I look solemn at that fact.

"That's crazy, Eddie didn't do this. No way," Dustin says as Max looks like she doesn't believe him and rebuts with, "We can't rule it out."

Before I could voice my agreement with Dustin, I felt the contents in my stomach start rising, causing me to throw the pillow back on the bed and rush to the toilet before it makes an appearance on the floor. This goes on for about a minute or two before I feel it calm down and release my hold to move my back to lie on the opposing wall. I look toward the doorway to see Max and Dustin look at me worried before I ease it with, "I'm okay, just this whole chaos getting to me."

"Do you need anything? I can grab you a cup of water," Dustin says as I shook my head and respond, "I'll be fine, thanks though."

"I thought you don't get sick to the sight of that, unless," Max mentions before I see realization hit Dustin and his eyes grew wide with excitement as Max asks, "Could you be pregnant?"

I hang my head and sighed before I pick it back up to respond with a pointed finger, "Not a word to Eddie or anyone else, got it?"

"Got it, but don't think Steve has a right to know?" Dustin asks as I laugh softly before saying, "I told him last night, he's scared but also excited. He's not telling Robin or his parents yet."

"Before your child betrayed you, I was telling Dustin about the lights acting up when supposedly the Chrissy thing happened and the fact Eddie looked scared when he was running away," Max responds as I process the new information and ask, "So something else might've killed her?" as Max nodded her head and I lean back to groan at the fact there's yet another Strange Thing in Hawkins.

"I think we need to find Eddie before Jason or the officers do," Dustin says as I voiced my agreement and got myself up off the floor to follow him and Max out of the door to recruit the others to help out.

We arrived at Family Video to see both Steve and Robin standing at the front. Before Steve and I could say a word to each other, Dustin beats in to ask him how many phones he had, which I don't know why he asked that. After Steve and Robin answered, Dustin suddenly shoves his backpack across the counter, knocking Robin's pile of tapes off before he lunges his body over, also knocking over Steve's pile.

"Dustin, what are you doing?" I asked in confusion as I watch him typing something on the computer while Steve looks back at me, wondering the same thing.

"Getting Eddie's friends' phone numbers," Dustin says as Robin cleans up Dustin's mess and complains before he adds, "Robin, I empathize, but this cannot wait."

While Dustin is doing all of this with Max watching over his shoulder, I walk over to Steve and lean in to whisper in his ear, "They know, morning sickness hit me in front of them. Dustin's excited and Max, a little bit." I see Max turn, guessing she's now going to catch them up.

After Robin and Steve are all caught up, now it was time for the phone calls to be made, Dustin, Max, Robin, and I were on the case while Steve was still doing his shift working his "magic". Respectfully of course because he's with me and never wants to cause me grief.

"Hey guys, I might have a lead," Max says, causing all of us to stop what we were doing to listen before she continues with, "Apparently, Eddie gets drugs from some guy named Reefer Rick, and sometimes Eddie crashes there." I mentally curse and rolled my eyes at pregnancy brain, of course, he could be there.

"Sounds promising. Where does Reefer Rick live?" Robin asks as I sighed before saying, "No one knows. That's the whole point of him being a legend."

"The cops could know, if he's actually a drug dealer, I guarantee you he's been busted at one point," Steve chimes in as he tunes back in the conversation as Dustin voices his disagreement, "Really Steve? That's your suggestion?"

"I mean, he has a point, Dustin," I say in agreement as Dustin scoffs and without his filter on, blurted out, "Easy for you to say, he's your boyfriend and possibly the reason the uncle of your baby is going to be in prison."

"DUSTIN!" Both Steve and I shout as we both look over at Robin, who doesn't look unfazed, causing her to say, "I already know, saw the test in your pocket babe. Haven't told another soul, promise."

"We need another way to get the last name," Dustin says as all of us are trying to think of other ways before Robin comes to realization and starts looking up who has rented movies and the types they were. After she found it, we were then on our way to 2121 Holland Road, to hopefully find my brother alive and in one piece.

-At Lover's Lake-

It was dark by the time we arrived, thank God we brought our flashlights. I was sitting in the passenger seat while Robin, Dustin, and Max were in the back when Steve parked the car to turn around to ask, "Can you guys give us a moment alone to talk?" After all three agreed and got out of the car, it was just me and him. Steve sighed before asking, "How are you doing in all of this?"

I tried to keep my breath steady but it failed as I let out a shuddered breath before croaking out, "Scared, terrified of what could happen to Eddie. I don't know how to keep myself calm about all of this."

Steve then took my hand into his and put it above where my baby bump would grow and said, "Just take a deep breath, not just for you, but also for Eddie, me, and our child. I'll do it with you." before leaning over to rest his forehead on mine to help me get a few breaths in to calm my fears and heartbeat. After a few deep breaths were taken, I finally let out a steady breath before whispering, "Thank you, for everything." causing him to smile and whisper back, "I love you and care so much about you."

"Now let's not wait any longer," I said as I reached for my flashlight and got out of the car with Steve to look around the property. The main house had no luck until Max spotted a boating shed in the back, prompting us to head back there to continue the search. As we shined the lights in every crevice and corner of the place, I spot Steve picking up an oar to poke at the tarp to feel if Eddie could be hiding under it. Someone was definitely here recently because Max spotted a few clues leading to it and Dustin joked that Steve will get whoever it was with the oar. When Steve was reminding him that almost everyone in this room has had multiple close calls with death, the tarp suddenly flies up and then someone jumps on Steve, pushing him to the wall. After a closer look, I recognized the curly long brown hair that belonged to my brother, and he is holding a broken bottle to Steve's neck. Makes me glad I have yet to tell him he's going to be an uncle, I'm definitely waiting until he doesn't have something dangerous in his hand that could harm the love of my life.

#steve harrington imagine #steve harrington #stranger things imagine #stranger things

[where-fantasy-meets-reality]

“It’s You.” Chapter 15

Masterlist        Chapter 14 

Pairing: Obi-Wan and F! reader 

W/C: 9.2 K

Warnings: physical abuse, teasing, physical violence, threats, verbal abuse, emotional angst. A very intense and potentially triggering chapter.

A/N: yeah.....stuff goes down in this chapter, but the story is getting on so I hope you all enjoy it. Thanks for your patience and your support, it is always appreciated and means everything. let me know if you wanna be added to the tag list via the comments. 

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The days since you had seen Obi-Wan in the village had passed by quicker than you could have hoped, though you were not exactly excited at the prospect of seeing him again.

Well…. that's not true. Seeing him again was the only thing that had kept you going, as you had mentally checked out from life. It was everything surrounding your evening with him that you were dreading.

Rena had been even more bossy and cold with you…how that was possible, you weren’t sure, but she was. Every time you walked away you, felt as if she had this lingering gaze that was pinned to your back as if her eyes were embedded in the walls and could see your every move, hear your every thought.

You shut down. Finally braking, you were just going through the motions of the day, doing the chores that were asked of you just enough for her to be satisfied and nothing more. There was no hope in you, no nostalgia for your former life that used to be lived inside the walls of the home that you were now a servant in…more like a slave really….but what did it matter?

Nothing mattered anymore.

Conversations with Luna or short playtime sessions with Angelo that used to bring you such joy and provide a momentary escape seemed frivolous now. Not even the mice could cheer you up with their funny antics, and they noticed.

The years of abuse, mental torture, and constant worry had finally won out.

Which only left you with one question….What now?

As they walked down the attic staircase silently, the summer sun hadn’t even fully risen yet. Instead, little light rays were coloring the sky a light orange as they peaked upwards above the horizon.

You contemplated your options, silently making your way through the house towards the kitchen staircase.

Obi-Wan was going to ask you to return to the palace with him when you saw him tonight like he had done the other two times he saw you. While you had originally intended for the secret meetings between you two to go on much longer, you were now considering saying yes to him.

While you loved the manor and the memories it held, the torment finally became too much. Rena could have it, even though it rightfully wasn't hers. Maybe if you told Obi-Wan he could help you in finding your father's will, as Rena hid or destroyed all but one copy, and no one knew where that copy was; or at least you didn’t know.

Sprinkling some flour onto the kitchen island, you grabbed the bowl of dough you left to rise overnight. Dumping the bowl contents onto the flour-covered surface, you started to mindlessly kneed the dough, as you had hundreds of other mornings.

Going to the Palace with Obi-Wan would be a culture shock.

Stopping momentarily to look at the rising sun….you wondered if you would be an embarrassment to him. Given your parent's slightly elevated status you had etiquette lessons as a child and remembered them….but you owned nothing but rags, had barely any possessions and it had been a long time since you had to use the etiquette lessons that you had learned all those years ago,

“What if he is too embarrassed by me….and the relationship doesn’t work out…”

Surely you would be thrown out of the Palace if you weren’t attached to the heir to the thrown….it’s not like anyone could live there.

Biting your bottom lip as you started shaping the dough into a loaf, you considered the outcomes. At least here you had a roof over your head.

But, if you were thrown out of the Palace, you still weren’t bound to the streets. You had domestic skills, cooking skills, and farming skills, more than most women did.

“I could always become a servant in the Palace….that probably isn’t so bad…and it’s a roof over my head…Or I could a job in the village in one of the shops……There is always Ahsoka, her family has been offering to take me in for years…. although I would make them my last resort, I don’t want to impose on them.”

Shaping the bread, you relaxed a bit as you realized that you weren’t completely destitute if something did happen. It made you oddly grateful, very oddly, that you had gained so many skills, and knowing that if you could survive this….then putting these skills to use in a shop, the Tano family bakery, or as a servant would still be easier than this…

Looking around the room, you found the bread pan. Grabbing it and then heading back to the island, you started sectioning off the rolls and the loaves for baking.

Thinking to the rhythm of your work, you realized how silly that line of thinking was.

“Obi-Wan is not like that….He would never be embarrassed by you….He saw you that day Angleo stole those sausages, you looked every bit the peasant that you will look tonight….the nice clothes for the monastery had been an exception….but he knew all that…and he still wanted to be with you, still asked you to come away with him…Because that is who he is…”

And that was why you loved him…well, that amongst other things. You had probably known him less than a month, seen him 4 or 5 times….but the connection had been instant and mutual….

Still, if things didn’t work out, as it would be a lot, in your opinion, to ask a future king to take on a servant girl and knowing you had options if it did come to that made you feel better about what you might be doing. Having options, in general, was not something you were used to and it felt liberating.

Opening the oven door, and sliding the pans in, you made a mental note of what time it was and when it would be time to take them out.

Next, the mice and Angelo needed their breakfast, and you needed coffee. Cece would probably be along for her breakfast soon, so getting it ready wasn’t a bad idea.

For the mice, you minced up some vegetable scraps, some carrot ends, and pieces of corn, peas, and mushrooms that you had set aside for them. Angelo would get the leftover chicken that had to go at this point and Cece would get a bowl of fish and milk bits.

Putting the three bowls on the counter and the various ingredients needed, you set to work with your mind still racing.

The real question would be how to actually get to Obi-Wan. You had snuck out to the ball and the monastery and the first meeting in the village had been a fortunate accident. But tonight…with the way Rena had been, extra cold and watchful, you felt as if sneaking out was impossible.

She would be expecting that. She had already made it clear that she felt that you were going behind her back and that she would be watching you extra carefully. But did you even care? Really, if you were not planning on coming back and going with Obi-Wan, then did it even make a difference if she knew you were gone or not?

Running away and just slipping into the night without the confrontation would be ideal because the minute you looked at her and told her you were leaving and weren’t sure if you were coming back….well you’d be surprised if she didn’t lock the door behind you and make the choice for you.

You had played by the rules for the past 12 years since you had become a servant….tiptoeing around, making sure that every tiny little thing was to Rena’s liking. Eventually, it turned into just keeping up with her workload and keeping everything running. The abuse, the manipulation, the small remarks…they had never stopped, they were always there…but so was the will to keep going, for the bigger picture.

When the day came that you were able to buy your freedom or the manner from her or find your father's will and assert your birthrights. But now that you had been offered a different way out, an opportunity at a completely different life….that of a Princess….well, you hated to say it but your tolerance for Rena’s horrid behavior had lessened significantly.

It wasn’t about being a Princess….the title was as useless to you as it was to Obi-Wan. It was about living a life with someone who loved you and whom you loved. The two of you, together, would have the opportunity to make changes in the Kingdom that impacted people….to make a difference.

“Maybe we will open a public university where anyone can study….or a food pantry for those who can’t afford food….or we could lower the taxes….there’s so much that this Kingdom could offer its citizens….From the richest to the poorest….there are bridges that need to be repaired, borders that need to be secured…not to mention the rural communities could use more schools and doctor's offices…Was there even a physician training program?”

Chuckling, put the bowl of chicken on the floor in front of your faithful K-9 companion who wasted no time diving right in.

You two would make a good team. He had the political training and the experience of ruling a kingdom…he had the pedagogy for this very task and had been training for this whole life…you on the other hand…well, you certainly had not been training for this…but you considered yourself a member of the community and one who had known the upper classes as a child, and had worked and mingled with its working and lower classes as an adult. You knew the daily stuggles that they faced in their businesses and their personal lives….Yes, you two would make two a great team, rounding out each other's strengths and weaknesses.

Taking a moment to yourself, you stood in the doorway and enjoyed the early sunlight while taking a sip of your coffee; something you did most mornings. Rosita and her chicks slept soundly next to Oswald. From the doorway you could hear Summer neighing…she must have been conversing with the birds.

“I can’t believe this is happening.” You whispered. 

But it was. Finally, not only was something good happening but your goals and wishes were coming true. You were potentially getting out of here and away from Rena…tonight. It may not have been in the way you had originally planned but it was only temporary, you would be back. And when you did return, you would have an alley with you…one that they would never see coming.

You should be jumping up and down, excited as can be, but hope and joy still evaded you. Truthfully, you were broken and done but you were equally as much afraid as you were broken. This was a gamble, a solid one, but still a gamble. And if it worked, you’d get more out of life than you ever imagined…..

“So how is going to go wrong?” you muttered.

You knew that you shouldn’t think like that but the realist in you that had been created through the pain and suffering of your past knew better than to get her hopes completely.

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Obi-Wan bobbed back and forth on the balls of his feet as he scanned the floor-to-ceiling bookshelf.

“No, that’s not it.” He muttered to himself as his eyes darted quickly back and forth, furiously scanning the titles printed on the rows of book spines that stared back at him.

Climbing up the ladder that was attached to the bookcase, he pushed off the wall gently allowing the ladder to roll to the end of the massive bookcase.

The palace library was quiet, the only sounds that could be heard were the Prince’s whispers as he muttered to himself and the sound of the ladder rolling back and forth across the stacks.

“AHA!”

His exclamation of joy echoed off the marble flooring and pillars, the large domed cleaning not helping any.

“Good thing no one is in here.” He chuckled to himself.

Grabbing the purple leather-covered book and hugging it to his chest, he slid down the ladder, hitting the floor with an echoing thud.

Chuckling to himself again, he was thankful that no one was in here. He was in too excited and good of a mood to worry about making noise.

Today was the day he got to see her again. He hadn’t stopped thinking of her since that afternoon at the monastery. The way her eyes glowed in the dying sunlight that poured in the windows, how the fabric of her dress hugged her body in all the right ways, her sighs of contentment when she nuzzled herself in the crook of his neck as he embraced her. The sound of her infectious laughter, her endless curiosity and love of the world around her….her endearing sprint.

Yes, hadn’t stopped thinking of many things.

He also hadn’t stopped thinking about she had run off after that other girl had gone through the square shouting like a crazed donkey…shouting her name.

To say that Obi-Wan was gnawing at the bit with curiosity was an understatement. He wanted to respect her privacy and give her the space she had asked for, but something was clearly going on in his personal life, that much he knew of.

She had promised him answers tonight and he was going to do everything in his power to hold her to that promise without forcing her; he would never make her do anything she didn’t want to do. Clearly, she had experienced enough of that in her life. He would never admit it unless she asked but he noticed the tiny shudders, the rapid eye movement, the increased sense of nervousness whenever she talked about her home life, and it broke his heart.

If he ever found out that something underhanded was going on, that she was being ill-treated in any way….well he’d bring the might of the crown on top of whatever poor soul had mistreated her.

Reaching the library doors, he slowly opened them, not wanting to draw any attention to himself. Quietly he pulled the doors to the library gently closed.

The tiniest clicking noise told him that they were securely closed.

“Phew.” He breathed out.

Smiling triumphantly, he tossed his hair back, fixed his cape, and turned to walk down the hall.

“And where might you be tiptoeing off to?”

Obi-Wan came to halt so fast that he skidded to a stop, his leather boots squeaking on the marble floors. He didn’t have to turn around to know whose voice that was, he knew.

He had been expecting this to happen sooner and because it had taken so for him to get caught, he had stopped planning excuses and decoys…figures, just when he let his guard down was when he got caught; just his luck.

Turning, he faced Anakin, who was looking at him expectantly, one hand resting on his long sword that was attached to his belt and rested on his hip. His friend was casually leaning against the wall, half-hidden as if he had been waiting for the Prince.

Obi-Wan coughed, clearing his throat. “Oh, well I’ve just come from the library.”

Arching one eyebrow at his best friend's answer, Anakin wasn’t buying it. “I can see that. You have a book in your hand and I saw you walk out the door. But that doesn’t answer my question, that's where you just came FROM, I asked where you're going NEXT?”

His emphasis on the word “next” showed that he was having more fun with Obi-Wan than Obi-Wan would have preferred.

Obi-Wan looked around for anything that might be a distraction or help him out of this moment, his cerulean blue eyes darting around the room rapidly, but before he could come up with something Anakin started again.

“You’ve been acting weird these past few weeks. First, you called off the search for the mystery Princess after being obsessed with her for weeks on end with no explanation, other than “I’ve moved on,” which is utter nonsense. Then you disappear the other day, without Cody or any of your other guardsman, to which the Prime Minister and Mister Windu had a fit about….a fit that I had to listen to all day…about how irresponsible and dangerous it is….” Anakin’s voice took on a groaning tone.  

“Your point Anakin?” The Prince huffed irritatedly.

Anakin pushed himself off the wall and closed the distance between his best friend and himself and took the book from his hand.

“The point is that something going on. You’ve been smiling and humming to yourself, that same silly tune the orchestra played that night at the ball. You don’t even like the balls we throw! You stop to smell roses in the garden….Padme overheard you talking to the moon the other night for crying out loud! Add that to your sneaking out….AND…”   Anakin held up the book that he had taken from Obi-Wan, “...You have an astronomy book….YOU HATE ASTRONOMY….Master Yoda used to lecture about it for hours and we’d do everything not to fall asleep….So…all this horse hockey leads me to believe one of two things.”

“And what is that?” Obi-Wan said with all the sass that would do credit to a teenage girl.

“One…that all this pressure has finally gotten to you and you’ve just snapped, leaving me next in line for the thrown…”

“What's your other theory?” Obi-Wan groaned as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

Yes, because he had no other siblings, his father had named Anakin and his wife as the next in line should anything happen to the royal family…and Anakin never let them forget it in all the best and worst ways. They would be the next in line for succession until Obi-Wan married and had children. Only until his children had children would the Duke and Dutchess of Tatooine be out of line for the thrown.

A sly smile crept across the Duke's face. “....I think you found her. Somehow, you found her and you’re not saying anything because she is either not what you expected or it's more complicated. And I think whatever the truth is Cody knows, because how else would you get him to let you leave the palace with an escort….unless you have a date that he would be the awkward third wheel on?”

Looking down at the book in hand, Anakin continued. “Speaking of, what's tonight’s date? Star gazing? Is that why one of the portable telescopes from the astronomy tower was being loaded into the back of a wagon out by the stables? A wagon that Boga was hooked up to?”

Snatching the book from Anakin, Obi-Wan tried not to panic and blush. “Nonsense. I just want to star gaze this evening, a way to unwind… that's all. Who better to trust to take me there than Boga?”

Anakin smiled widely. “Okay, well then allow Padme and I to join you.”

“What?”

He had answered the Duke back so quickly, his mind racing rapidly, desperately thinking about how to get out of this situation.

Anakin allowed his voice to stay light and casual but his expression, his wide shit-eating grin, gave away that he knew he had Obi-Wan cornered.

��Oh yeah, Padme loves the night sky. And you know we should have Rex and Cody come along as well….Maybe some of the other men too, just in case for protection, never know what could happen at night….Oh, maybe Master Yoda would like to join us…He is always going on about how much knowledge and history is…”

Sighing exasperatedly, Obi-Wan gave up. “Oh bugger off Anakin, give it up…..Yes, I found her.”

Anakin clapped his hands together triumphantly, the gloves he wore muffled the sound.

“I KNEW IT!”

“Shhhhh! Not so loud! I don’t want everyone to know!” Obi-Wan hissed, pulling Anakin into a corner behind one of the marble pillars in the hall.

“Why? Is not what you thought?” Anakin asked concerned.

“No, not at all, quite the opposite really. She is as amazing and exquisite as I remember her to be the night at the ball….every bit of what a Princess should be….”

“So what's the problem then? Come on buddy, tick tock tick tock…” Anakin waved his finger back and forth like the hand on a clock to match his words, “The King isn’t getting any younger and the Prime Minister will lay off everyone if you finally announce a wedding. You’ll do the royal court a favor really…and the Senate.”

Obi-Wan looked at Anakin irritatedly. “Really Anakin, don’t you think if it weren't that easy I would have done so? If it was up to me I would have carried her into the Palace, right in the middle of the royal court, and declared her my bride. Then I would have stormed the Senate and done the same thing….but it’s not up to me…it’s up to her. The feelings we share are mutual…but something is holding her back…Up until now, she has been vague but I think her home life is complicated.”

“So she isn’t actually a Princess?” Anakin crossed his arms and leaned against the pillar casually. “Wow, a commoner from the village with that much grace, poise, and charm….Old Palps is gonna have a cow….a Comminer for a Queen…” He mused.

“Hey!” Obi-Wan said sternly. Stepping into Anakin his eyes narrowed. Obi-Wan could tolerate the fun and games at his own expense with good humor and grace. But when it came to her, that was off-limits.  “Knock it off, none of that shit. She is to be my wife.” He growled.

Raising his hands in surrender, Anakin backed off. “Hey, take it easy, you know me pal, I could care less about her pedigree and lineage, I come from the biggest backwater kingdom there is; im just a Duke of it, so I of all people get it. What I do care about is her intentions with my best friend and his kingdom…I trust your judgment though, if her intentions are true, which they must be or you wouldn’t be so crazy about her, then to hell with what the Senate, the court, and the Prime Minister say….You have the backing of Padme and I all the way….but you realize this will be an uphill battle, right?”

Running his hands through his hair, the Prince relaxed. “No, I know….I’m just…I’m worried. I am worried about her right now, like I said something is going on in her life that she has been vague about…I’m supposed to find out tonight and I hope she keeps her promise….She hasn’t broken any promises she made yet so that's good….but…I’m also worried about what happens once I get her here, if I ever do….when that day comes…well, your right, the kingdom is going to have a field day.”

“Not everyone is as midevil as the Prime Minister…there are those who are progressive enough to realize that a good person, worthy of being royalty can be born anywhere….You have Padme and I behind you….I know the guards will support you, they love you and are loyal to Cody and your father, and after really what more do you need, if they storm the castle in protest, you’ll have protection.” He chuckled.

“Anakin.” Obi-Wan groaned, closing his eyes.

“Im kidding…Really Obi-Wan loosen up, I’ve never seen you this tense….” He clapped his friend on the shoulder. “But seriously…You know your father will support you. King Bail is a member of the Court and a good friend of your fathers…I know he will support you, Senator Chuchi and Padme would absolutely lead a senate vote approving the Queen…and I’m sure if she is a member of the kingdom, they would support one of their own….If she has as much grace and charm as you say, she may win over any holdouts…and if she doesn't, to hell with the rest. You’ll finally be happy and we will have a Queen again.”

“That “rest” is going to be your buddy Palpatine,” Obi-Wan warned. “You saw him the night of the ball, and he's made his feelings about common folk known more than once.”

“Ahhh, you misunderstand him. The Prime Minister is a really nice guy, I’m telling you, you should get to know him more.”

“I don’t trust him. He’s conniving and you know it Anakin. My father tolerates him because he has to. Even Padme can’t stand him and if you won’t believe me then believe Padme.”

Anakin rolled his eyes. “How can my wife and my best friend be so judgemental?” He joked. “...Don’t sweat it so much Obi-Wan…everything will be alright. When the time comes, I’ll have a talk with him….Palps seems to understand me better.”

“More like manipulating you” Obi-Wan responded silently.

“… if that's what you want to call it fine….Yes, when the time comes, that would be appreciated.” The Prince sighed.

Obi-Wan looked out one of the windows on the opposite wall from where he and Anakin his behind the column. The sun was starting to set.

“I should go.” He whispered.

“Yeah, you don’t keep her waiting…” He teased Obi-Wan as he wiggled his eyebrows up and down. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

Obi-Wan rolled his eyes and choose not to answer him back. As he was turning to leave, he felt Anakin pull him back behind the pillar.

Turning to face the Duke of Tattooine, the lad looked as if he had sobered from his jolly antics.

“Hey….seriously…I hope you get your answers tonight and that things are okay….have a good time tonight, you two deserve it…don’t blow it because I want to meet her…and umm…” Anakin stuttered.

He sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck with his gloved hand. As expressive and passionate as Anakin was, sometimes communicating certain feelings were difficult for him. But Obi-Wan didn’t have time for this, hence the raised eyebrow look he gave him, encouraging his friend to just spit it out.

“… I know you are more than capable of taking care of yourself out there…but in case you need anything…take a flare with you from the garrison. I’ll have two of my guards stand watch in the tower, the one that faces the eastern fields…should you need anything, light the flare…the boys and I will be there, I won’t tell anyone you’ve stepped out for the night. But if you need me for anything, I’ll be there..”

Obi-Wan softened. It wasn't like his best friend to be the serious one, the older brother type. Usually, he was the serious one and Anakin was the rebellious rule-breaker whom Obi-Wan always had to bail out of trouble. The role reversal was not only eye-opening but touching, as Obi-Wan was once again reminded that Anakin was more like a brother to him than anyone else.

Exchanging a frim handshake, Obi-Wan gave him a tight nod. “Will do, I’ll go grab one now on my way to the stables…and thank you Anakin…umm…if anyone is looking…”

“...I’ll think of something, Padme and I will draw attention away from your absence one way or another…maybe we’ll react an entire play, just the two of us, or I could give a lute concert…. or something else that will send your father into a fit of laughter and the Prime Minister groaning.”

And just like that, the seriousness was gone. The rebellious, passionate, jokester was back, the mischievous glint flashing in his bright blue eyes.

Obi-Wan gave a hearty laugh. “Oh, I’m almost sad to miss it….” He could imagine the antics his friend and his good-hearted wife would get up to, to help keep his secret.

As the Prince turned and walked away, he stopped and looked back on his shoulder.

“…Thanks Anakin…”

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Books thrown on the floor, dirty plates on the end of the tables, half-drank glasses of water, pillows scattered everywhere, dirty sox left on the couches.

The living room was a mess. The terror twins (you nickname for your stepsisters despite that they weren’t actually twins; it just fit them too well.)

“Ugh, what pigs.” You muttered.

Trace was absent-mindedly stroking Cece behind the ear, the cat lounging on the girl's lap. Both were quiet as Trace looked to be off on another planet.

Raffa was lounging on a fainting couch, she held a piece of parchment paper up over her head, reading whatever was on it, while the rest of the pile sat on her lap. She kept giggling out loud, obnoxiously.

Normally, whatever one did, the other sibling or Rena would encourage the silliness, but surprisingly today, no one felt like playing along.

Trace still wasn’t paying her any attention…which was odd. Usually, the sisters egged each other on or goated each other. But Trace’s expression was still glazed over, as if she was somewhere else mentally, mindlessly petting Cece.

As you cleaned up the room around the girls, Raffa’s terrible and annoying laughter became irritating, clearly, she wanted attention that she was not getting.

Rolling your eyes, your prepared yourself to have intelligence insulted and your strength tested. Your stepmother and stepsisters were immature, dumb, and had the mentality of children, therefore before even speaking you could almost guarantee that whatever Raffa was actually laughing at, was not actually funny at all.

“Okay Raffa, I’ll bite….what is so funny?” Your tone came out in a monotone-sounding fashion, ladened with a sigh.

Finally having an audience, she snorted with laughter for emphasis. “These writings. They are absolutely ghastly!” She squealed.

“Then you must have written them, right?” You wanted to retort back, but you held your composure.

“Well, someone must have thought they were good, or else they wouldn’t have gotten published.”

You sounded the way Trace looked, half-hearted and disinterested as you engaged in the conversation.

“Oh, believe me, they aren’t published. No one would ever look twice at this dribble.” She squealed.

Raffa sat upright, pretended to clear her throat in a dramatic way, and sat forward as if she were about to deliver a climactic line in a play.

“ “Oh Luna…How your silvery light shines over the fields where the night flowers bloom and the fairies play…” Hahaha….how completely droll and foolish. No wonder they’ve never seen the light of day…”

The basket you held in your hand, collecting the dirty laundry and dishes around the room fell to the floor, the china clattering against each other as the basket hit the floor.

Your heartbeat pounded in your ears, and your mouth went dry as shock and rage flowed through you. Your large eyes rounded in astonishment and anger as you took in Raffa’s smug and taunting expression.

Those were your mother's words. She had written that line in one of the stories that you had read the other night before bed.

“...How….How did you get that?” You stuttered.

“Simply really, they were in a drawer I opened, so I took them.”

“You went into my room?!” You shrieked.

Your mind reeled….what if they found the glass shoe under the floorboard...Next to the masquerade mask? Or the sack of coins you had been harboring? Or your parent's other prized possessions?

“No…no…slow down….if she had found something other than moms old stories, she would be waving that around instead.”

“No, servant girl. I went into the attic of my house, which we allow you to occupy.” Raffa snapped back.

Jaw hardening, your eyes narrowed at her. “Give me those papers now.”

She looked back and forth between the paper in her hand and the pile in her lap. “Hhhmmmm…..no…I don’t think so….”

“Raffa!” Your voice was louder than you meant it to be but you weren’t sure if you cared.

The harsh noise caused Trace to jump as if she was suddenly thrust back to reality from wherever she was. Cece, who was also startled, jumped off her lap and hid underneath a chair across the room.

“Aw, what's the matter little servant girl, covered in cinders….Did I hurt your feelings, because I spoke badly about your mummy?” Raffa dangled the papers in front of her as she spoke to you in a mocking baby voice, similar to the one you used to use on Angelo when he was doing something adorable, although this situation was completely different.

“Calm….stay calm, she wants you to pick a fight with her…Negotiate as if you talking to a child.” You told yourself.

Taking a deep breath through your nose and exhaling out of your mouth you tried again.

“Raffa…Those are one of the only things I have left of my parents. They were extremely personal to my mother. Those are her words, her handwriting, her stories….they may be silly to you and that's fine, they are not even good, and that's okay too….but they mean everything to me. I don’t care how you got them, but I want them back. So please…hand them over to me.”

You held out your hand toward her.

Raffa tilted her head as if she were thinking. “Hhhmmm….Nope, sorry. Finders keepers.” She said in a sing-song voice.

Exasperated, you threw your hands up in the air. “Oh come on Raffa, they mean nothing to you. Those were my mother's stories, they are sentimental to me…you didn’t even know her!”

Twisting her expression, she stood up and gathered the papers. “It's a good thing too. They are as pathetic as she was…I’m glad she's dead…what a waste of life.”

Before you even knew what was happening, you crossed the room and did something you couldn’t believe, it was as if you having an out-of-body experience, standing on the side of yourself, watching it all happen in slow motion.

Blind rage had put you on autopilot.

You crossed the room and punched Raffa squarely in the face.

She screamed as she flew backward over the fainting couch, feet going over her head as she tumbled over the chair.

“I WILL PUNCH YOUR TEETH IN!!” You shouted as you ran around to the other side of the fainting couch.

But Raffa was quick. Before you made it fully around she was up on her feet. You caught her by her thick brown, curly hair, causing her to scream even louder as you pulled her towards you by the hair.

In an attempt to free herself, she kicked you in the shin, causing you to fall one way and her another. All you had in your hands was her hair clip.

Jumping to your feet, you grasped the hair clip so tightly, that you were surprised it didn’t break.

Raffa ran away from you screaming all over the room. Eventually running in a circle, she made it back to the fainting couch and grabbed the stack of papers that were the rest of the story.

Pivoting she held her hand that was filled with papers over the fireplace.

“GET AWAY FROM ME, DON’T TOUCH ME!” Raffa screamed at the same time that you had cried “NO!”

“WHAT IS THE MEANING OF ALL THIS NOISE!? ARE WE BARBARIANS OR ANIMALS IN A ZOO?!”

Rena screeched as she entered the room, looking irritated and confused.

“Y/N PUNCHED ME!” Raffa yelled, her eyes narrowing on you.

“YOU WENT THROUGH MY PERSONAL THINGS! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO MY MOTHER'S STORIES!”

Understanding washed over Rena as something flickered in her eyes, her expression changing. “Well….what is that you have in your hand?” She said casually, pointing to the hair clip.

Indignation and defiance flashed across your face. “OH, THIS!” You yelled as you held up the hair clip. “THIS IS RAFFA'S HAIR CLIP, I PULLED IT OUT FROM HER HAIR WHEN SHE SAID MY MOTHER WAS PATHETIC AND A WASTE OF LIFE.”

Rena sauntered into the space that was in between you and Raffa.

“Well, that doesn’t make it right to take out your anger on someone else through violent and physical means….” She said in a mockingly innocent voice.

If you were a volcano, you would have exploded. But before you could say anything, Rena thankful spoke again.

“Let us try this again, Raffa’s hair clip for your mother's stories….We will make an exchange like civilized people…” Turning to you her expression darkened, “though it won’t save you from the consequences of your actions.”

A thousand different replies flashed through your mind, all snarkier and more defiant than the last…but you closed your eyes, it was pointless. “Whatever.” You mumbled.

Handing out the clip towards Raffa, you took a half step closer to her, lessening the distance.

An evil smile twisted on the young girl's face and without hesitation, she threw your mother's writings into the fire.

You lunged forward toward the fire, screaming, but you were caught, something harsh against your stomach, and pushed back into the wall.

Focusing on the face in front of you, Rena sneered. “Who do you think you are?! To put a hand on my daughter like that?”

And with that, she slapped you across the face, causing your head to bang into the wall.

Stunned. You were completely stunned. In all the years you had known her, in all the tense conversations and arguments you two had engaged in, she had never gotten physical with you.

Grabbing your jaw forcefully so that her fingers dug into your skin, she titled your head up, forcing you to look at her. In her aggressive actions, the side and back of your head once again banged into the wall as she towered of you.

 “Now you listen to me, you wretched little girl. I want you to apologize to Raffa for your behavior, give her back her hairclip, and then I want you to go to your room and I don’t want to see you until you serve us breakfast tomorrow morning…you good for nothing brat….From now on you will do well to remember your palace in this house, that you are a servant girl, and you should be thankful for the generosity I have shown you over the years and that I keep you on when you are worthless trash…an embarrassment…especially after this…My daughters have a right to everything and everyone inside this house. One more slip up and I mean one more….And I will sell you to a family so far away that you will never see this house or your precious mutt, or that stupid horse ever again…”

Shoving you into the wall, your ribs hit a table that you were pushed into.

You stifled the “ow!” that sounded in your mind from the pain of her slap, your ribs hitting the table, and your head making contact with the wall.

Rena stood up straight, turned on her heel, and walked toward her daughter.

Your head hung low, it spun and ached as if it were thrown into a vice….well, close enough as you had been thrown into a wall twice. Your jaw was stiff and your ribs were sore. There were going to be lots of bruises tomorrow. Raffa would be sporting a black eye. Years of hard labor had given you one heck of a right hook, and you hadn't punched her lightly.

Bile rose up in the back of your throat as you thought about apologizing to Raffa. You weren’t sure if you could even choke on the words to get them out.

“No.” You croaked, still half dazed on the floor.

Rena stopped abruptly. Turning quickly back around to face you, she arched an eyebrow. “What did you say?”

Her tone was icy cold.

You staggered up, forcing yourself to stand upright and hold your head up high.

“I said, no, I will not be apologizing to Raffa. She went into my room, in MY attic, in MY house, the house MY father left, not YOU, Me. She went snooping through MY things and took something that did not belong to her and then she destroyed it while insulting MY mother….so no, I will not be apologizing.”

Shock washed over the three other women. Trace’s shock quickly turned to sadness as she took in your state and the situation. She cast a sorrowful look at you and an uneasy one at her mother. Raffa still had that dumb, bewildered look on her face, as if you had the nerve to insult her. But Rena, her expression was quickly turning into one to match yours, one filled with anger.

“How da…” But you didn’t give her any time to finish her sentence.

“I want you out of here Rena. It is time for you and your two obnoxious daughters to leave…I am throwing you out.”

She snickered. “You can’t throw me out, I am ….’

“My legal guardian….yeah well that ended a long time ago Rena, I’m not a child anymore….the manner, the financial estate, the grounds, the animals….everything, its all rightfully MINE and you KNOW it…I’ve let you bully me and abuse me for years while I worked hard to keep this manner running because some foolish part of me thought that one day, just one day it would be enough for you. That I would do enough and get something right and you accept me. And we could be the stepfamily my father meant us to be….but what he was wrong and what he saw in you I will never know.”

Tears now streamed down your face as spoke.

“...Because YOU are the wretched and vile one, and for those reasons I want you and your daughters gone. Towards the end, the last few years or so, I didn’t work hard for you…I did it for my parents, because of the love I have for them, the memories they left me with, and their hard work and sacrifice….I haven’t worked for your approval in a long time….But now, it's over. I want you out of my house and out of my life.”

Rena’s lip curled in rage. “Prove it. Prove to me that you are your father's daughter and that this house is really yours. I’ve been telling the people in the village that you left years ago…gone…hidden away on some luxury estate in the Kingdom of Corellia….gambling and drinking your sorrows away, along with your parent's money….That no one ever calls or sees you….that you want nothing to do with us…and that the ragged servant girl in my house is some street urchin I took in out of the kindness of my heart.”

Slowly walking towards you, her tone because menacingly playful. “And people so easily, believe me, fools. I told them that the wretched urchin who is my household servant is someone whom I found on the streets one day, begging for food and shelter and that I so graciously took her in….all traces of you and your stupid parents are gone….and you have no deeds, no land titles, no wills, and no paperwork….you have nothing….because you are nothing.”

Without skipping a beat you fired back at her. “Then I am leaving, but make no mistake I am coming back tomorrow. And when I do return, I will return with a force of power that will send you crumbling to your knees, begging me to show you the same mercy you claim to show me….If I were you, I would start packing now.”

She scoffed. “And what power do you think you could conjure up? Where will you run to? The baker's daughter? Hmmm? That poor little insignificant family? You think they can help you, that they scare me?”

A genuine smile formed on your face. “Oh, Ahsoka will be with me, she's eager to give you a piece of her mind, and she has been waiting a long time to do so… But no, I wouldn’t laugh too loudly before tomorrow is over….Now, I am going to MY room to get some things and then I am taking MY dog and My horse…and I am leaving….If you get in my way or attack me….I won’t hold back.”

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Tears blurred your vision as you ran up the winding staircase of the attic. Bursting into your bedroom, you all but plowed into your dresser, pushing it out of the way. Dropping to the floor, you ripped the loose floorboard off. You pulled out the masquerade mask from that night of the ball, the tiny box that held your mother's hair ribbons, the shoe made of glass, your father's cufflinks, as well as his two geography and culture books.

Grabbing the bed sheet and pillow case off of your bed, you took one good pair of shoes and your decent dress, from the dresser. In the pillowcase wrapped the items you had taken from under the floorboard, as well as the change of clothes, and then for extra protection, you wrapped them in the bed sheet and stuffed the bundled-up roll into the pillowcase.

Throwing the window open, you sniffled, practically doubling over the ledge. The gentle breeze stung your tear-stained face, but the fresh air felt relieving. The bluebirds who slept on your windowsill had been startled by the sudden commotion. Flying up in the air, they took in your sorry state.

Sniffling, you looked up at them.

“You’re free to leave. I am not staying here. I will leave the window open, but you are better off not bothering with this place. You are more than welcome to follow me, but I can not stay here any longer and I do not know where I am going.”

The birds tweeted at you and flew around, chirping at you and one another. After a moment, they flew down towards the barn where Summer was.

Behind you, the mice could be heard.

Lira was squeaking frantically, jumping up and down as she stood on your bedpost.

Wiping your eyes, you knelt down so that you were at eye level with her. “Yes it’s true, I am leaving. Lira, go find the others and tell them the same thing I told the bluebirds. I am taking Angelo and Summer and I am leaving. I’ll come back soon, but only to throw Rena out. You and the others don’t have to follow me but I can’t guarantee you safety anymore if you stay here.”

Lira moved and squeaked so frantically that you were surprised you could understand her. Blinking rapidly, you exhaled. “Well thank you…You are always welcome where I am. Find the others and meet me in the kitchen. Wake Angelo up too. And Hurry!”

The little white mouse darted down the bedpost, across the room, and through a tiny hole in the wall as if she had been zapped by lightning.

You threw in your hairbrush, the book Obi-Wan had given you, and some other personal things before taking one last look around. This was it….You had finally broken. You were leaving.

“No.” You whispered, wiping your eyes and steadying your breath. “This is not the end. This is my house. They can think they’ve had the last laugh, but I will be back…I have to come back, if not for me….” You looked at the portrait of your parents that you had hidden amongst the pile of “stuff” that Rena had thrown out after your father died. “...then for them…”  

Forcing yourself, you made a promise right then and there. You were definitely coming back, nothing was going to keep you away. This was not goodbye, it would not end this way. You would personally see to that even if you had to make it your personal vendetta.

Slinging the makeshift sack over your shoulder, you headed down the stairs.

You took the staircases as fast as you could, descending quicker and quicker with every step.

Taking a deep breath, you steeled yourself when you hit the main floor of the house. You’d have to cross the house, and most likely your step family, to get to the servant's staircase that led to the kitchen where Angelo was.

Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath.

Standing straight up, you muttered, “just do it.”

Unfortunately for you, you hadn’t even made it halfway through the main part of the house, just crossing the living room where all the commotion had happened, you heard Rena’s shrill cry.

“AND WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU’RE GOING!?!”

Rolling your eyes, you stopped in the doorway and faced her.

As she looked at you, you noticed she flinched. Had she noticed the fire in your eyes, the unmistakable rage? Did that allow the fact that you were done with her to sink in? Whether or not it did, it emboldened you and gave you the confidence you needed.

Stepping into the room and puffing out your chest, you fiercely eyed her. “You don’t get it, do you? I. am. Done. I am leaving, and when I return, it will be with a team of authorities and a pile of legal documentation that certifies MY claim to MY house…..I wasn’t kidding. I want you out. If you were smart, you and your daughters would leave before I return and save me the trouble….but if not, have it your way.”

Her eyes narrowed on you. “You ungrateful…”

“UNGRATEFUL!?!” You shrieked. “ARE YOU KIDDING ME? I HAVE DONE EVERYTHING YOU HAVE EVER WANTED ME TO! I HAVE COMPLETED EVERY REQUEST AND FULFILLED EVERY ORDER AND IT WAS NEVER ENOUGH! YOU ARE SUCH A WRETCHED CREATURE RENA, YOU ARE HEARTLESS, MANIPULATIVE, AND CRUEL AND YOU’VE DONE A FANTASTIC JOB OF MAKING SURE YOUR DAUGHTERS INHERITED THOSE TRAITS. HOW, HOW MY FATHER COULD CHOOSE YOU AFTER HAVING THE AMAZING, TALENTED, AND KIND WOMAN MY MOTHER WAS….I DON’T KNOW WHAT HE WAS THINKING. BUT THIS ENDS NOW. GOODBYE RENA, NEXT TIME WE MEET, WE WILL NOT MEET AS FRIENDS!”

And with that, you turned and stormed out of the room without looking back.

But Rena was up, out of her chair, and chasing you down the hallway, screaming at you. You weren’t even listening. She was saying nonsense as usual, threats, insults…the usual. The increased sound of footsteps told you that Trace and Raffa had followed.

As you descended the servant staircase into the kitchen, it sounded like you had a hoard of people following you instead of three.

Startled at the sudden commotion and noise, Angelo started barking.

“...AND TELL THAT TO SHUT UP!”

Stopping at the bottom of the staircase, you abruptly turned around to find Rena right behind you. Looking up into her eyes, you were nose to nose with her.

“Don’t you ever tell MY dog to shut up ever again, understand? This is his house more than it will ever be yours, a dog has more rights than you do here.”

She just narrowed her eyes at you.

From behind her, further up the staircase, Raffa was yelling. “How dare you talk to my mother that way…this is our house too…”

“Oh shut up Raffa, clearly you haven't been listening or you are too dumb to comprehend the situation.” You called over your shoulder as you were stuffing some rations, cheese, bread, and sausages for Angelo, into a bag that you could sling over your shoulder.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see the four little mice hovering in a hole in the wall, the one that the broom sat next to. You conveniently placed the makeshift sack on the floor, if they wanted to come with you, you knew they would know enough to hop in the sack quickly.

To your joy and amusement, you saw the four little friends hurriedly and stealthy dart across the floor and one by one-hopped into the sack….Well, at least you’d have your friends.

“You know you little brat, I am the…” Raffa started on you but she couldn’t finish the sentence.

“Shut up Raffa!” Rena shouted at her daughter, but she never took her eyes off of you.

Raffa’s mouth hung open in amazement. Turning to stuff the bag, you hid your amusement as you stifled your laughter. Surprisingly, Trace had kept quiet. Something must have been wrong with her today because she had stayed quiet through this whole thing.

“Wanna go somewhere sweet boy?!” Looking up at him, you exclaimed in a voice that you knew would get Angelo excited.

Standing, the hound barked excitedly at you and wagged his tail.

“Good boy! Come on let’s go get Summer, come on!”

“That horse belongs…”

“Belonged to my father.” You said coldly to Rena before she could finish her statement.

Stepping off the staircase, she rushed towards and grabbed the arm that had been slinging the bag of rations over your shoulder.

“Just think about what you are doing!” She hissed. “If you put your stuff down now and get back to your chores like the insignificant little servant girl you are, I will forget all this insolence.”

“Ha!” You laughed in her face. “Think about what I’m doing? Oh, Rena….I’ve thought about this for a long time.”

You yanked your arm out of your grip, not letting the whine out from the harsh way she squeezing you.

Patting your thigh, for the dog to follow you, the two of you scurried out the door.

Not looking back to quickly powerwalked to the barn. You threw the door open so forcefully, but unintentionally that you startled the large, dapple-gray horse.

“Shhh…ssshh…Sorry girl.”

Standing on a stool, you jumped on her bare back. This wasn’t your favorite way to ride, but you didn’t feel comfortable taking the time to saddle her up in the current situation. Checking that your sack and the bag were secure around you, and the mice were comfortable, you nudged the horse forward.

“Let’s go girl.” You murmured as the horse trotted out of the barn.

“Come on Angelo!”

The dog easily caught up with the horse as you rode around to the front of the manner.

Stopping one last time, you stopped to take everything in. The sun bathed the whole manner in a warm glow and it made you great ache for better days.

The main doors to the entrance flew open and your stepmother and stepsisters stood menacingly in the doorway.

Rena didn’t say a word as she just eyed you intensely. You weren’t going to miss that stare, those sinister, glowing emerald eyes that filled your nightmares since you were a child.

Squaring your shoulders, you nudged Summer forward, up the drive towards the front gate. At your side, Angelo followed you and the birds flew overhead.

“MOTHER!” Raffa shrieked. “HOW DARE YOU LET HER DO THIS! TREAT US THIS WAY! DOES SHE HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT SHE HAS DONE!”

But not even Raffa could see Rena’s expression, it was oddly calm….and sinister. Her eyes narrowed as she watched you ride off the property.

“Oh…no she doesn’t….no matter….she wants to play games…She must have a friend in a high place…something has to have changed to have caused this recent behavior…well…no matter…I’ve got friends in high places too…”

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Love getaway

Love getaway  

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Pairing: Napoleon Bonaparte x OC (Elaine)

Prompt: July 28th A summer getaway sexathon | Cumming on a cross-country trip

Part of  Summer of Smut hosted by  @voltage-vixen and @kissmetwicekissmedeadly

Tag: Insecurity Reassurance Smut Minors DNI!!

Word Count: 2.162

Author’s Note: Elaine belong to my dear friend @kissmetwicekissmedeadly, that is also the one who suggested me this idea I gift you this fic hoping so much it is of your liking but also that I have satisfied your expectations 🥰😉

A well deserved vacation expect the mansion resident thank to le good Comte kind heart, by a chance Napoleon and his lover end up in the same island where their best friend are, things start to became interesting only after le Comte niece and Jean's wife decide to give them a peculair gift to make them enjoy the retreat to the fullest, setting disarray among their plans much to their enjoyment 😏😉

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It was summer hot as Paris has rarely seen, heat and humidity unbearable to anyone pushed le Comte to book a trip for the whole mansion leaving each of the resident free to pick a place they liked, for a pure coincidence the former emperor and his fresh new bride founded themselves stranded on a remote Polinesian island, unknown to the vast majority of tourists, along their best friends being Jean and his wife.

The book guide seemed pretty interesting, promising nature wonders behind imagination, majestic waterfalls, colorful seashells, mountains and rivers that pushed the reckless side in them to go and explore it all like ancient adventurers on a mysterious quest to uncover an historical mystery kept hidden until their arrival.

He really wanted to see the views the Island had to offer, he really did, but once the boat left them off on the shore they were warmly greeted by Jean and Julia, a pleasant surprise it indeed was discovering to have company for their exploration little did they know their plans were about to go upside down, with a charming smile giggling conspiratorially they delivered them a mysterious gift, he knew they were up to something, or better that Julia was up to something his ever loyal husband was dragged into, yet it seems all so innocent they could do nothing but accept and thank them both, and how right he was.

They followed the instructions written by her childlike calligraphy on the letter she gave them, waiting until sunset to open the curiously wrapped gift when they were finally alone in their overwater bungalow stranded on a secluded area of the sea away from the others enough to give each guest enough privacy for their lovers retreat.

Inside there was a book its cover red, color of love and passion enriched by a refined golden embroider, curiosity pushed them to get a better look inside feisting their gaze on the colorful and well drawn illustrations, merely for knowledge purpose they said yet something strange begin to flicker in them as the images became more and more intimate as the pages went on, detailed description correlating the figures they did not fail to read.

The book in question was no less than one of the original copy of the Kamasutra the ancient indian text about love and sex, a kiss lead to another and soon they found themselves entwined in weird position on their bed panting heavily and not for the unebarable warm wheather of the island.

One of them particularly caught their attention, it was called Lotus position and according to the description it enhanced intimacy linking each sense in the body to one another synchronizing them.

The book smirked maliciously from their nightstand satisfied to have fulfilled his mission, carefully she gazed at the picture splayed all over the page trying to memorize it, she was so cute in that moment the tip of her tongue between her lips as a delicate frown crested on her forehead as her eyes were glued to the illustration, so absorbed in printing it on her mind to think about anything else, how strong willed she could be when she wanted to and after all who he was to deny her anything.

"So I should be on top." she said, slowly sliding over his leg spreading hers shooting a last glance to the two lovers in the picture smirking at them melting past and present in the ancient dance of love that make the world spin around from the beginning of the universe onward.

"I love when you take the lead." he murmured huskily nibbling on her earlobe hearing a soft whimper escape her lips as her fingers tighten lightly on his shoulder before diving slowly into his hair

"I can not resist when you do." his hand begin to roam on her body savouring each sweet sound coming from her at his ministration, softly his fingers tighten on her hips as he began peppering kisses all over her shoulder feeling her body unusually tense against his, nuzzling tenderly onto her neck he murmured in her ear

"You are the one and only I have ever loved so much." she frowned slightly placing the book with its cover down on the nightstand, softly he took her face in his hands facing her sad puppy eyes while a frown was painted on her gracious lips

"What is wrong my Queen." gently he brushed his fingers on her cheeks looking into her eyes trying to read if something was bothering her, seeing insecurity and doubts flickering in her lavender eyes, the tenderness in his voice was enough to move her to tears facing the pure love he was conveying in his words holding her close to him as much as possible looking through her with his honest jade eyes that were capable of peering straight into her core making her feel vulnerable but safe in his arms

"You doubt my words." “No.” she pouted trailing off “It is not that.” she protested weakly "Please do not." his voice stern and commanding as he looked straight into her amethyst eyes with his jade ones sparkling with affection                                                                                     "Doubt of everything but never of my love. You are the only one that ever mattered so much to me." she smiled softly as his reassuring words, his love like the sun melted away all her insecurities and doubts, letting the warmth of his love go straight to her heart and spreading in her whole body before she spoke again, a light frown on her lips as she coyly looked at him                                   "It seems hard." "If you give him some hints he can become harder." he smirked maliciously as she blushed softly "You do not want to try it out with me ?" softly he whispered in her ear                                          "I was really looking forward to do it with the only woman that won my heart." he peppered kisses on her skin showering her in his love, murmuring sweet words as he let his feeling soak through into her heart "The love of my life." a soft kiss on her breasts "My one and only queen." a gentle kiss on her neck, soon covering every inch of her skin with gentle wet kisses.

Before they knew she started to whimper making a triumphant smile curl his lips soon melt in blissful content hearing her wail softly as his hands squeezed lightly her tights, spreading them around his legs he pulled her hips toward him tantalizing slowly he slide his cock into her wet folds, hearing her moan as he parted her walls to accommodate himself where he belonged to.

Once he was sheathed to the hilt into her, he attached his lips to her neck, leaving a trail of tiny lovebites on her tender skin before slowly pushing his fangs into her neck, he rolled her sweet blood all over his tongue as her finger dive in his hair keeping her close to his chest, he groaned lightly making her whimper as his low groans sent flood of arouse into her core, gently he pulled away licking the wound before kiss his way down over her breasts carefully sucking her nipple growling as he felt her finger tug his dark locks mewling his name 

"Napo... leone... ahhh."

"You are so good." he hummed in delight "So sweet." a dreamy sigh escaped her lips while she smiled content at his earnest feeling, pulling away he kissed her passionately entwining his tongue with hers, breathlessly she crawled to leave little lovebites all over his neck making him groan produly at her boldness, his hands continued to move her hips, setting a slow sensual pace eliciting wanton moans at each thrust pushed him deeper into her reaching places she was not aware of as he smiled proudly at her, she threw her head back chanting his name making all the oceans creature to know exactly who she belonged to tugging his dark locks into her fingers, lowl growls erupted from his chest as he closed his eyes focusing in his sensations sheer bliss was being one with her addictive was the feeling of their love, so deep and intense nothing he ever experienced could ever be compared to this,pure ecstasy engulfed him at her walls tighten around him engulfing his manhood in her warm soft embrace he desired to never leave.

A needy moan of pleasure resonate in the air, making her sigh contently her doubts long forgotten thanks to the earnest feeling of his lover

“Elaine.” he sighed softly, his eyes closed he lost himself in bliss feeling her hands crawl to caress his chest, teasing his nipple before diving to claw his back, his eyes crinkled with affection as she smiled playfully at him, softly she cradled his face into her hands crashing her lipson his while he let his hands wander down to massage her sensitive bud bathing in her soft moans of pleasure seeing her amethyst eyes misty with lust looking straight into his, his nimble fingers loyal helper as he teased and brushed feather light touches over her clit  before stroking it boldly making her threw her head back while tender mewl of pleasure escaped her lips, her blondish air gleaming like an aureola under the sun rays cascading freely on her back making her white skin gleam under the warm llight peering though the window, making her look like exactly what she was The goddess who effortlessly conquered his heart the one and only he has always loved with such untamable fierce passion, consuming his every senses, making him feel loved as never before, not for his role, not for wealth, but for what he was, for she loved him not as emperor, not as leader, not for what he has but for what he was Napoleone Bonaparte, a naughty and ambitious boy no better than any other child of Corsica his native island, yet she make him feel special, she gave him what he searched in vain all his life love, understanding but mostly a place where he was free to be himslef, where he can truly feel to belong to as he had never before, whre he can come back whenever he felt the need to fee safe and loved, a place he could call home.

He conveyed all his feeling in a revent kiss full of devotion on her heart, feeling her finger tug in his hair before crawling on his back drawing blood but he could not care less as his hand gripped her hips as he pleased setting a fast pace to match the erratic feverish thrust of his hips, feeling her walls tighten around him as he chased after her climax, groaning in delight as her walls clamped down on him milking him for all he was worth making him spill his seed deep into her she whimpered softly at his warmth flooding her core before tiredly slumping on his chest while he hold her close to his chest caressing her hair he murmured tenderly in her ear

"I love you so mon déesse, more than you can imagine."

"I love you too mon guerrier, so very much."

gently he kissed her forehead seeing her smiling content nuzzling into his chest, his voice sultry and husky stirred something inside her as he murmured in her ear "Prepare to not get any sleep I have got plans tonight." her eyes lit up as she beamed at him looking into his lusty eyes 

"I can not wait." a playful smirk adorned his lips as he brushed the back of his fingers on her rosy cheeks seeing her smile shyly at him 

"That is my good girl do not be afraid I will take good care of you my love."

"I never doubted." she whispered softly leaving a tender fleeting kiss on his cheek

Tenderly he kissed her forehead whispering softly, making a soft smile curl on her soft pink lips

"I love you Elaine forever and ever." he held her close to his chest, his heart melting with love as she placed a sweet kiss over his heart murmuring tenderly "I love you too Napoleone so very much."

Softly they drift asleep cuddled in each other arms determined to sleep and recharge their energy only to show off their love to one another all through the next day as their plans took an unexpected but not undesired turn of thanks to that naughty book their dear friends decided to gift them only out of love, such schemy plan all to help them not let the flame of passion get lost in routine giving them a reason more to enjoy a well deserved vacation in that dreamy island only theirs to explore in more than one ways, bringing back at the mansion souvenir of any kind some materialistic and some left as precious memory they could have replayed each night until dawn.

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5️⃣ and quotes

Hello, sweet anon! Thank you so much for your ask and for congratulating me! 🥰🥰

These were hard to narrow down, but I finally picked my top five favorite quotes. I've put them below the cut since it's a longer post. I hope you enjoy them! ❤️

1. "I choose to live, not just exist."

This quote was said by Metallica's lead singer, James Hetfield. He wrote a letter to the Metallica fans and this was written in that letter. Fun fact: I met Metallica on March 11th, 2019, and since James and Lars are my two favorite band members, I asked Lars to write James' quote on a piece of paper. Now, Lars is Danish, and when I had him write this quote for me, I asked him to write it in Danish! He did, and I've since gotten it tattooed on my left forearm. Here are pictures of James' letter, Lars writing the quote on a piece of paper for me, and then my arm.

2. "Embrace your differences and the qualities about you that you think are weird. Eventually, they're going to be the only things separating you from everyone else."

This one was said by Sebastian Stan, and it really speaks to me because I've never felt like I've really fit in anywhere. I've always been shy and kind of kept to myself and this quote is one I hold near and dear to my heart. Another fun fact: I took my little girl to meet Sebastian last year at New York Comic Con. She proposed to him in her photo op and I filmed the moment she met him during the autograph session. Click here to watch it! ❤️

3. "The best kind of love is the kind that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more, that plants a fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds."

This is a quote from the movie The Notebook based on the book written by Nicholas Sparks. This is by far my favorite movie of all time, and I've seen it so many times that I can quote it from beginning to end. Yet another fun fact: I'm a former active duty Marine and was stationed at Marine Corps Air Station (or MCAS) Cherry Point in Havelock, North Carolina. One year for a charity event, Nicholas Sparks came to our base to sign books and take pictures. I was fortunate enough to meet him and tell him that I named my daughter after a character from the movie. Also, when I married my husband this quote was incorporated into our ceremony. Below is a picture of me meeting Nicholas Sparks.

4. "They say it is the first step that costs the effort. I do not find it so. I am sure I could write unlimited 'first chapters'. I have indeed written many."

The amazing J.R.R. Tolkien said this one. I am a huge Tolkien fan and have been since I was a little girl. I'm full of fun facts today: My dad used to read me the Hobbit and the Lord of the Rings trilogy as bedtime stories, and a couple of years ago he gave me his original copies that he bought back in the 1970s. Here's a photo of them.

5. "You cannot hope to sweep someone else away by the force of your writing until it has been done to you."

One of the greatest writers, Stephen King, said this. Well, he's one of the greatest in my personal opinion anyway. He's been one of my favorite authors for as long as I can remember. I don't have any fun facts about him though, other than my grandma gifted me her entire collection of his works that she collected over the years. 🥰 One day, I hope to meet him and thank him for inspiring me to want to get my writing out there. I hope one day I become a published author.

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