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Nightwing x Civilian!Reader Part 2

Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/morsartis/714887181819346944/nightwing-x-civilianreader?source=share

Tag List: @lbshifter

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Your shoes thumped softly to the ground as you toed them off after a long day of work, a satisfied groan escaping you as you finally managed to get inside your apartment. It was much later than usual, but one of your coworkers had called in sick because they needed to look after their kid. Its not like you could fault them for wanting to put their kid first. Sighing as you set your shoes in the shoe rack you kept by the door you immediately made your way to the kitchen, absolutely starving after your particularly long shift. Rummaging around in your cabinets you settled on a package of instant noodles since you didn’t have energy for anything else. Grabbing a pot you filled it with water and tossed it on the stove to boil while you hunted down all the extra bits you liked to add to your noodles. Humming quietly you set them on the counter and waited by scrolling on your phone answering messages from your friends and the fifth apology your coworker had sent after having to have you cover her shift. 

‘I’m so sorry! It just happened out of the blue’

‘Dude its fine, its your kid. Hows the little guy holding up?’

‘Still has a high fever but he did finally managed to fall asleep after some cough syrup’

‘Good. Poor kid. Do I need to cover your shift tomorrow?’

‘Could you?! I’d hate to ask but’

‘Nah I get it. I gotchu dude’

‘Omg the best!’ 

She followed her message up with an almost obscene amount of heart emojis from gratitude that made you laugh. Tossing your noodles into the pot you set your phone aside for a moment to stir the pot. Distracted by the warm smell of noodles and lost in thought you didn’t hear your busted window slide open or the soft, muffled sound of light steps. You turned to grab some seasoning only to freeze. 

Standing in the entrance to your doorway Nightwing stared back with just as wide eyes behind his mask. 

“Why aren’t you asleep?” He questioned and you could feel the moment your brain misfired in shock. 

“What.” You uttered looking at him. Nightwing shifted nervously, glancing down at his hands and your eyes followed his to see your towel folded in his grip. 

Oh, that made sense. 

“Uh, I’m just going to leave this here then.” He chuckled nervously as he rubbed the back of his head. He walked further into the kitchen and set the towel down on the counter, to your shock you realized he was a lot taller than you’d first thought he was. He gave a nervous smile. “So uh, returned your towel. Thanks for the shower and the bandages and stuff the other day.” 

“You’re… Welcome..?” You slowly drew out still trying to get your brain to function with the completely bizarre situation you found yourself in. His eyes flicked to something behind you.

“I think your noodles are boiling over.”

In an instant you whipped back around to see that your noodles had been boiling over for who knows how long.

“Shit!” You shouted immediately diving for the dial to turn the heat off and grabbing the pot. When you turned back around Nightwing was much closer than he was before nearly causing you to jump out of your skin. 

“Sorry, sorry, just wanted to make sure you didn’t burn yourself.” He spoke quickly when he noticed your surprise. He didn’t move back. 

Slowly turning back to the pot you grabbed your seasonings and extra bits to add to your noodles. Stirring in the ingredients you looked over at your bowls and went to grab one. Nightwing beat you to it, offering you the bowl with a crooked smile and a little raspy laugh. 

“You must have just gotten off work.” He observed. 

“Yeah, uh. Long shift.” You explained rubbing the back of your neck awkwardly as you filled your bowl with noodles. 

“I should, um, go.” He motioned back to the busted window he’d climbed in through and you nodded.

“Yeah, thanks for returning the towel…?” You trailed off uncertainly. 

“No problem. I wasn’t going to keep it hostage.” He laughed it off as he began backing away towards your window. “And don’t worry, I’ll be back to fix that too. I’m really sorry I busted your lock.”

“Its okay..?” You chuckled that same awkwardness hanging in the air. You watched as he ducked out the busted window and swung off into the night just as quietly as he came in before his words finally registered. 

“WHAT DOES HE MEAN HE'S COMING BACK?!” You shrieked, panicking. Oh god what if some supervillain saw him hanging around your apartment? What if a reporter saw him hanging around your apartment? You’d never know peace again. 

Screw the awkward encounter, what about your privacy?!

Rodimus x Professional!Reader Pt. 3

Warnings: This one is definitely smutty.

This is entirely from Rodimus POV.

Part 1- https://www.tumblr.com/morsartis/712466508763299840/rodimus-x-professionalreader-pt-1?source=share

Part 2- https://www.tumblr.com/morsartis/712534482204377088/rodimus-x-professionalreader-pt-2?source=share

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“Please let him know that if he fails to follow your direct orders again he will be transferred regardless.” His voice was cold. Far colder than he’d ever wanted to use with you. “I’ve transferred the documents to you for review. Good night.”

He left your quarters quickly after that, the anger on your behalf feeding into the possessive hunger seeing you in such a state had caused. If he had stayed longer he feared what he might do as it was Rodimus stumbled into his room in a daze, the sight of your pretty red panties seared into his mind along with a still lingering emotion of possessive rage. Did you even realize it was the same red as his paint? Did you wear the pair often? His mind jumped to the times he had to sit through boring meeting after boring meeting with you, had you been wearing those panties then? That bra? His fans kicked on at the thought. The mental image of you in the lacey fabric had him groaning in arousal. He knew it was wrong, that he shouldn’t, but his hand found his interface panel latch without a thought and soon his spike was pressurizing at a near alarming rate. Servos wrapped around the base of his spike Rodimus hissed and sighed. He could see it in his mind’s optic, you bent over his desk while he was glossa deep inside you. Crying out for him so prettily, little pleas of ‘sir’ and ‘captain’ and ‘Rodimus’ falling from your lips. Mind too far gone to even worry about that sorry excuse for a commander. Those panties pooled around your ankles as your legs shook. You’d be so tight around his spike, he wasn’t even sure it’d fit. Just the tip might be all your body could take and it was that thought that had his hips jerking in arousal. Would he have to fuck you in his holoform? Would you like his holoform? He’d used it so rarely but when he had humans had seemed to think he was attractive. Attractive enough to hit on at least. He bit down on his lip to stifle a particularly loud groan at the idea of his holoform fucking you in the backseat of his alt-mode like those old Earth movies liked to show. Your pretty valve- there was a human word for it but his mind was too far gone to come up with it- snug around his spike with your legs wrapped around his hips. The moan that left him at the thought of your eyes all teary and hazy from lust and pleasure bordered on pornographic. Would you claw at his back? Beg him to fuck you against his own seats? Rodimus turned his optics back online abruptly realizing he was still leaning against the door of his room jerking his spike like an adolescent sparkling having their first dirty fantasy. Venting erratically Rodimus shuffled towards his berth and flopped down on it. Propping one leg on the berth and the other on the floor he let his helm fling back against it with a clang. Servos finding his spike again offlined his optics to the thought of you riding his holoform, still wearing those panties and bra. The panties had been pulled to the side so he could thrust his spike into you and the bra had been pushed up so he could mouth at your chest. He could taste the sweat on your skin, feel the burn in his scalp when you tugged his holoform’s hair. A new thought came to him unbidden as his overload neared. The fantasy changing to him watching you shamelessly rut against his spike like an animal in heat. His spike is big enough you’re able to wrap your thighs around it for leverage and the pressure and feel of your skin against his spike has his hips stuttering. You mouth at his tip, sucking and licking like its all you can fixate on as your body grinds and grinds and grinds against his spike. Your eyes meet his as you swallow what little of his spike you’re able to and start humping his spike hard and fast. Its over as quickly as it began. Rodimus overloads all over his own servos and hand your name barely bitten back as his hips undulate of their own accord. Even his valve gives a gush of transfluid as it throbs with want. His entire body seems to spark with that arousal. He’s still ridiculously turned on but the fantasies his mind wants to feed him now are far worse than his previous indulgence. He locks them away quickly, never to see the light of day again.

Hi, it's the pillow fort Polypa anon! I just wanted you to know how much I loved the story! It filled me up with so much warmth! You're such a wonderful writer, thank you again!

Oh gosh thank you so much for your kind words! I'm so glad you enjoyed the fic anon! If you have any more requests or ideas feel free to slide back in and I'll get to them the moment I have the chance. It was really fun to write for Polypa again!

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It was no secret that trolls reacted differently to things concerning romance, as someone who was somewhat well versed in quadrants by now you could say that there really was some method to the madness. Truth be told it was all extremely straightforward- unless you were a clown. Gods above and below did that throw a wrench in things. From symbolism and ritual all the way down to the odd taboo clowns just loved to make things interesting- and often contradictory- despite being in a relationship with Marvus for as long as you had been those damn clowns still confounded you. 

Still, you’d learned to pick up on certain tells. Little mannerisms your matesprite couldn’t help himself from doing each and every time. Sipping at your drink as the troll next to you continued to ramble on- about what you had long lost track of- it was very clear they were getting on Marvus’ nerves. Really, he wasn’t subtle. Not anymore. The twitch of his ears every time your companion laughed at something they’d said, the flex of his hands around his cane when they leaned into your personal space. Honestly it was starting to get a little funny. They weren’t even hitting for your red quadrant- just making over the top and cartoonishly exaggerated small talk- but clearly Marvus had different feelings on the matter. Some time between them plopping down in your booth and throwing an arm around your shoulders Marvus had started inching his way closer and closer. He made a good show of it, of rambling and ‘wandering’ around the club. To the untrained eye he’d only ‘accidentally’ find himself back at your table.  “Ohmygoddd is that Marvvvy Xoloto? I legit can’t! Are you two here together?” The teal was now half sprawled across you to gawk openly like a stereotypical drunk sorority girl. One hand wrapped around a solo cup and the other still clinging to your shoulders. It was clearly getting to Marvus as you saw his brow twitch and his grin become a little more forced. Taking the solo cup from their glitter smeared claws you set it on the table and carefully guided them back into a sitting position. Your newly appointed bestie still refused to remove their arm from around your shoulders and while that didn’t bother you it was clearly bothering your matesprite more and more.  “Like Baaabeee, you should totally ask him to hang out with us!”

You couldn’t even attempt to stop the barking laughter that statement caused. The straw that broke the metaphorical camel’s back as Marvus all but appeared at your side to sneer a wide grin down at your companion- you should really remember their name because they seemed like a blast- and placed a single hand down on the table to lean over the two of you. Abruptly your companion stopped giggling along with you in favor of staring gobsmacked up at him.  “Omg babes did I like black out or did he teleport cause dayum!”  Marvus’ near livid red eyes softened a shade towards orange in confusion.  “Exactly how drunk are you right now?” You asked them in amusement.  “Ooooo what’s that earth show saying thang??? Oh! Oh! Oh! I found a liquor store and I drank it! Yeah! That’s the one.” “Let’s call you a cab then.”

“Awww but I wanna party!” Their arms wrapped around you in a vice as they pouted down at you. The shiny metallic sequins of their crop top were digging into your skin and you had a suspicion that there would be glitter in your hair for days to come. A low growl emanated from above you and to both your horror and amusement the teal blew a raspberry at him. 

“Ay tealz, wat tha fck you think you doin?”

“I am having a great time with my new bestie! Now buzz off grumpy pants!” They pointed a finger right in Marvus’ face causing him to go cross eyed and threw their legs over you to practically sit in your lap. Oh, you needed their name and number because they were now your favorite person. Giggling hysterically you patted their knee. Marvus was starting to look somewhere between murderous and exasperated. 

“That’s my matesprite yo’ dumbass is feelin’ up tealz.”

“Omggg you two are together together?? That’s adorable!” And yet they didn’t budge an inch. 

“Marvus could you help me get them into a cab?” You asked earning another whine from them. 

“But the party isn’t even over yet!” 

“Ye, but it be lookin like you dun had enough.” Marvus ground out. 

It took you wrapping an arm around their waist and half dragging half herding them towards the exit before they stopped whining. Marvus had been more than happy to clear the way and get them a cab which is when the night went from interesting to insane. Marvus had been trying to subtly goad the teal off of you as you waited for a cab but they had simply wrapped themselves more firmly around you. As the time for the cab dragged on Marvus continued to grow more agitated until finally, finally, the cab pulled up. 

“We should go to another party.” Ellari- you’d finally gotten a name- slurs cheerfully attempting to drag you with them to the cab. Marvus takes a step towards the both of you.  “I think it’s closing time for you.” You reply. Ellari pouts exaggeratedly and pulls you into a hug.  “Well you better call meee! I need a party buddy!”  “Of course, of course-,” You yelp suddenly when they pull back and with a wicked grin move faster than any drunk has any right to move.  “See ya next time babe!” They shout diving into the cab as quickly as their stilettoes would allow. 

“You sneaky mother-,” Marvus snarls suddenly lunging for the cab as it speeds off. He spends a moment swearing at the rapidly speeding cab as it escapes and you place a hand on your rear still stinging with the slap. As the situation finally catches up with you a laugh begins to bubble up. Marvus whirls around to look at you completely bewildered as you start to cackle until tears streak down from the corners of your eyes. 

“Wats so damn funny babes?” He asks warily eyes narrowing slightly. You shake your head still laughing too hard to speak as he approaches you. Its not until he bends down to be level with you that the laughter begins to die off. There’s a look in his eyes that’s familiar and sends your stomach in nervous knots. A plotting look of suspicion that turns his eyes dark. 

“Were you tryna make a clown jealous baby?” 

Oh shit. 

A shark like grin spreads across his face and before you can explain he has you up in his arms. 

Officially screwed is putting it lightly. 

On break at work and I saw the most delicious image on my goddamn pinterest of a man in garter stockings and black panties and listen- listen- I will in fact be picturing my favorite men in that exact outfit. Like the Thoughts this gives me. Why am I at work? Why am I at work and unable to write about men in stockings and panties like. Genuinely what. This is bi/pan/homophobia. I want to write my little porn blurbs about some subs getting absolutely demolished. Where are my fics of pretty and masculine men crying and begging to get off while someone lovingly takes them apart piece by piece? I'm gonna babygirlify some grown ass men I swear to god.

Built Like An Ice Cream Cone

It was actually sweltering outside, genuinely so hot you felt like you were back on Alternia during the dawn and your ass was about to be fried extra crispy. Your poor ac unit was giving its all but even that wasn’t enough to cool you down. It was barely enough to push around the stagnant air in your living room. You’d traded in your normal attire for shorts and a thin tank top that was near see through from your sweat. As far as you were concerned you were practically dying. Which was saying something as your time on Alternia had made it nigh impossible to truly feel like you were about to melt into a human skin puddle. Marvus, the bastard, seemed completely fine walking around in his day off clothes like it was a gentle summer night and not the scorching hell of being far too close to the sun. It made begrudging sense considering he naturally ran somewhere around freezing cold. An absolute nightmare in the winter when he tried to snuggle close because humans ran so hot. You were not his living hot water bottle and you’d be damned before he made you freeze to death. Even so you still always made sure to keep an electric blanket or three on hand during the winter months. 

Now though, well, it was time for revenge. You were dying of heat stroke and were now going to use Marvus’ natural coldness to your advantage. If you got to inadvertently snuggle with your matesprit, well- that was just a bonus. 

“Hey babe,” You called out teasingly the plan already forming, “So I was thinking...”

“Yeah? Whatcha thinkin bout?” He was already shuffling closer a bottle of faygo in hand. Absolutely clueless about what you were planning. Perfect. 

“You’re built exactly like an ice cream cone.”

“Wh-,”

“Like, babe, your body is a t-pose.”

“Oh-,”

“Your pecs are bigger than the pillows on the couch.” As predicted he tossed the faygo aside in order to grab you and toss you over a shoulder. His skin was exactly as cool as you had predicted. Sweet relief flooded through you as he soaked up some of the heat still clinging to your everything. His usual day off clothes consisted mostly of a pair of baggy sweatpants and sometimes a black tank top that was stretched so tightly over him it left little to the imagination. Most times he walked around your house without a shirt because none of the people who liked to photograph him knew where you lived. Today, however, was one of the rare times he wore his sweats with an honest to god t-shirt. Still in that iconic black that trolls seemed to love so much, it highlighted the fact he was indeed built like the entire letter ‘T’. 

“Babe, you’re a Dorito.” You laughed and he tossed you unceremoniously onto the couch. 

“Why you gotta roast me like dis babe? E’ery chance you be gettin’ you shoot harder than tha profs.”

“I’m not taking shit from someone whose body type is ‘upside down pear’.” You shot back with a grin. Marvus’ shoulders shook with suppressed laughter as he crawled onto the couch after you- careful not to accidentally squish you underneath him. Taking a moment to be a little soft with him you let your hands glide firmly over his chest and across his shoulders until you were gently cupping his biceps. Truthfully you enjoyed how Marvus looked, a little added bonus to the reasons you liked him so damn much. Plus you were going to use those bara tiddies of his as a cool pillow the minute you were able to get him under you. It was a game the two of you played. 

“Fuckin’ reverse triangle lookin’ motherfucker.” You teased already shifting enough for him to slide down next to you. It wasn’t an easy feat, this couch barely held two humans laying down much less an entire extra heaping of clown. He was laughing now, small genuine chuckles that were more puffs of air than actual sound. Moving until you were laying sprawled across his chest and stomach. Resting your chin in his cleavage you smiled down at him. 

“Ya horrible babe.”

“Good luck returning me without a receipt.” You snorted causing his entire body to shake with a laugh. 

“Shit we been knew. I ain’t sendin’ yo mean lil ass to tha los’ n foun’.” He grinned- sharp teeth easily on display. Once upon a time you might have been a little unsettled by those fangs so close to your face but now all you felt was a sort of contentment. Making him smile something other than his usual ‘show biz’ grin always filled you with a sense of pride. “Besides,” His grin turned to a more sly smile, “We all knows that yo ass be gettin’ real fuckin’ friendly with these.” His hand came up to push you further into his cleavage and your snort turned full blown cackling was muffled as you smacked at whatever you could reach. God, what a nerd. You loved him to pieces. 

Lights Part 4

"You sure you want to come over tonight?" You ask as you facetime Polypa, she's somewhere downtown shopping with Boldir. The two of them hadn't told you for what but you have a feelings its for you.

"Of course. You're making spaghetti aren't you?" She asks as she glances off screen to where you can hear Boldir talking with a shop attendant.

"Yeah, figured it was a good night to stay in. Maybe watch some Netflix."

"That sounds great... Maybe we can watch Buzzfeed Unsolved too..." Boldir speaks up, face briefly appearing. She's giving you a more gentle smile and you know it has to do with the fact you'd nearly had an anxiety attack the last time the three of you had all hung out. It makes you want to squirm. Instead you glance over to check if the pot of water is boiling yet.

"Yeah. That sounds good." You agree absently. In the living room you can hear the weather forecast calling for more rain. It'd been going on steadily for two days now, a light drizzle that wouldn't let up. Usually you enjoyed the rain but tonight was calling for a sudden turn in the weather- a proper thunderstorm. They might not be able to go home if it gets truly bad.

"Do you want us to wait?" Polypa asks after a moment of silence as she walks. Her expression is understanding and open. The fact she's been so patient with you as of late causes your stomach to drop in nervousness at the thought. She wouldn't bat an eye if you told her you just wanted space.

But you don't. You want to spend time with your friends. Have dinner and watch whatever random thing catches your interests as the night goes on. But at the same time you aren't sure how you're gonna take the storm mixed with the fact that the two olive bloods will be trapped with you for the night. Swallowing those feelings down you give her a smile.

"Nah. We need to finish up Blood Battle Blockade anyway don't we?"

"True... I've heard the ending is really good."

"So have I."

The silence returns as the water finally boils and you pour in the noodles. You can hear Boldir and Polypa talking to each other as they keep you on facetime. The soothing background noise letting you relax as you set the timer. It was truly just one of those molasses slow days. A haze of lethargy falling over everything. You prop your phone on the jar of tomato sauce so you can still see what they're up to as you chop garlic. They're outside now, huddled under an umbrella as they walk. You'd only taken your eyes off your phone for a moment when you hear Polypa curse and Boldir suck in a breath. Glancing up you can see the way Polypa has pulled the phone closer to herself, only able to see her chin and her coat. The hair on the back of your neck raises as Polypa speaks to someone you can't see. You stand there frozen straining to hear the other person. "Who are you talking to Polypa?"

The knife clatters onto the chopping board as you suck in a panicked breath. You aren't ready to see anyone else. Not today. Not right now. You miss Polypa's reply as he takes her phone. You can't get your body to move, rooted to the spot as a new face comes into view. Teal eyes go wide behind his glasses and you watch him suck in a surprised breath.

"Give that back Tegiri!" Boldir snaps and you watch the camera blur as she obviously wrestles him for it.

"What is going on? You found them?" He sounds so hurt as he speaks but the guilt hardly registers over the overwhelming terror.

Teals talk.

Boldir's face comes into view, then Polypa's, then Tegiri's as they fight over the phone the camera as blurred as your thoughts. Your hands shake as you fumble for your own phone. Pressing end call you sink down onto the floor. They'll know. They'll know and they'll look for you and then they'll be at your door and- the shrill beep of the timer interrupts your spiral and you jump to turn it off. You aren't ready but the universe does not care about that. Straining the noodles you put them back in the pot and add the tomato sauce. You have to stop thinking about that. You need a distraction. Something else to focus on other than the sense of dread.

When you set the table its for a dinner of four. You sincerely hope that's all there will be tonight.

Hey just checking that youre ok!

I'm doing well! Just been busy with my job and real life in general. Haven't had as much time to write as I'd like but at least I'm making some money lol

Home pt. 2

(Part 2 of the Home series.)

Dead on your feet did not describe you at that moment. You were well past that mark, swaying ever so slightly as you stood, at this time of night the store was almost dead. Only a few other people were milling about, most of which were nocturnal. At the moment you stood in the hardware aisle. You needed more bathroom tiles. Luckily it was only a small spot but you wanted it done before any water damage could set in. But the tiles you needed were out of reach on the top shelf. You had told your parents you were stopping at the store for a new shaving razor- and you were- but your main reason was the tile. It would take away from your fridge budget but even so all you needed was one more check. The thought of having such a big part of your renovations done had put you in such a chipper mood you hadn’t even complained about the double shift one of your bosses had forced on you. Though now you were beginning to see a problem. It was going to be dangerous climbing up the shelves in this state but you needed those tiles. 

“(Y/N)!” A voice called out causing you to jump from surprise. Azar stood at the other end of the aisle with a basket hanging neatly from one arm. He looked just as surprised to see you as you were to see him. 

“Azar? Hey.” You smiled tiredly. The surprise melted to concern the closer he came to you. It might have been the bags under your eyes. 

“Are you alright?” He asked, his antennae flicked about in concern. For a moment you found it incredibly endearing- and distracting. 

“Yeah just a double shift y’know?” Your laugh sounded only slightly defeated. Azar frowned and grabbed the tiles you had been staring at. 

“Is this all you needed?”

“Yes, thank you.” 

“You can thank me by letting me take you home. There is no way you can drive in your state.”

“I walked-,”

“Even more concerning. Just let me do this alright? I’ll sleep better knowing you didn't pass out on the sidewalk or got jumped on the way home.”

You bit your lip. On one hand you didn’t want to walk home. He had valid points on that front. But on the other you knew your parents would throw an absolute fit if they saw him. 

“Listen Azar, I’d love that but-,”

“No buts. I am going to take you home.”

“Yeah, okay, but-,”

“(Y/N). If the thought of me knowing where you live makes you uncomfortable I’m alright dropping you at the end of your street. I just don’t want you to walk all the way home when you are clearly exhausted.”

“It’s not that Azar,” You sighed, shoulder’s slumping, “It’s my parents. They’re very... Traditional.”

You could see the moment he realized what you meant. At first his face went carefully blank and then his whole body went taut with what you assumed was anger. 

“So you have to sneak around behind their backs? That is no way to live!”

“I know but I’m working on it. They already kicked out my sister, she was lucky she had a fiancée she was already semi-living with.”

“Do you have a place to go if they do kick you out?”

“Sort of?” You dragged out sheepishly. Azar sighed. 

“I won’t pry. Just know that if push comes to shove you can stay at my place for as long as it takes to get back on your feet.” 

You stared at him stunned. Was he really willing to do that for you? It nearly made you cry with relief at having a plan b that didn’t involve crashing with your sister and her wife. Instead you simply nodded and allowed him to lead you towards the check out. The cashier raised a brow at the two of you but didn’t ask questions, just rang you both up and sent you on your merry way. 

Azar dropped you off two houses down from your own, waiting until you had given a wave from your doorstep before he drove off. Fortunately it seemed your parents were fast asleep and you happily snuck up to your room. Closing the door softly you pulled out the tile and stuffed it into the bottom of your hiking bag. The less questions the better. Next week was pay week and the thought followed you to bed. Next week was the break you needed. Soon you’d have a fridge to stock and the only major purchase you’d have to make after that was the bed. Everything else could simply be moved. Your parents couldn’t have you arrested for theft if you only took what you had bought in the first place. Yes, once you had the fridge and the bed you’d be home free. 

(Part 3 is up!)