SVTFOE (SkyXAnon) Chapter 8: Collateral Damage

>”C’mon, just let me just fix it. Easy peasy!”
No...
>“Seriously? Anonnnnnn. Just one two three, zap it clean, real simple stuff.”
No!
>“But this is gonna take all day!”
It won’t if you stop complaining and help me!
>“Puh! Well I never. Mr. rude-y pants.”
For god’s sake Star, just help me finish this! We didn’t even start fixing the ceiling yet.
>”Uggh! Fine. But I still think you should let me fix this mess. We could totally be watching stupid corny earth movies by now.”
You’ve already done enough damage for one day, my sweet little Butterfly. Now pass me that spackle knife Star… Star?
>You turn your attention away from the hole in your bedroom wall to see what the holdup was. But all you find is a very muted Star Butterfly standing there with a sudden obsession for her boots.
Star? Are you ok? Starrrr...
>”Oop! Uh! Uhhhm! Of course, Ua-non! The spackum knife, umm… where is that again?”
>Star frantically searches around her surroundings for the tool you’ve asked her for. But she still hasn’t looked you in the eyes yet. You walk over to her and lift her chin, revealing a very blushed Star butterfly trying to hide in her mane of wild blonde hair.
Star? You feeling alright? Are you sick or something?
>”ppshhh! nawwww! What are ya talking about, Anon? I’m feeling fine. So fine.”
Are you sure?? You look like you’re a bit uhh… flustered.
>”F-flustered?”
Hmm, that’s strange. Why am I getting a strong feeling of deja vu?
>”u-uh? About what?”
I know what this is about, princess.
>Star looks like she’s completely lost. She tilts her head and shrugs at you with a puzzled look on her face.
>”Ohohoo you do now do ya? Well then, why don’t you go ahead and tell us so we can go upstairs. And eat nachos, and hot wings, AND pizza, AND watch movies like you promised.”
You’re upset about Marco again, aren’t you?
>”Haha, what? N-Uhh...y-yeaaaaa! You’re right. Right on! When you’re right, you’re right Anon. And you’re right all right! Okay, I’m gonna stop saying “right”, like, right now. Crap.”
Well look, you’ve got that emo vampire guy you're dating now, no? He seems cool I guess. Don’t be so hard on yourself.
>“Oh yea. Yep. I just hope Oskar can fill the uhm... void in my heart?”
>Star gives you a sheepish smile, and again, you can’t help but smile back at her. She still seems flustered over something, but you chalk it up to her recovering from her fall.
Now, will you help me fix this mess the NORMAL WAY? Pass me that, uhh, scrapey lookin’ thing right next to you.
>“No.”
What do you mean n-
>”MEGA MESS REVERSAL BLAST!”
>You could hear a powerful swell of energy building in the bell of her wand. You know better not to stand anywhere near where she pointed it, so you desperately throw yourself into the nearest corner to cower in fear.
STAR!!!!! WHY!?
*BLAM!* *WHOOOOSH*
>The only thing left of your room was thick white smoke, at least, as far as you could tell.
Holy shit, Star. He was right. Marco was right. I really couldn’t handle this. It's not even been one full day and we’ve already blown up half the house.
>”Anon! Stop being so dramatic. It's just a little smoke. I got this!”
>”MINI MYSTIC ROOM SUCK TRANSFORM!”
AHHHHHHHHH! NOT THAT SPELL AGAIN!
>”Hey hey hey, calm down, homie, it's already over. I figured out how to make a tiny one now. Aww, he’s such a cute little suck portal. See? And look at that, your room’s all fixed too! Now march your skinny little Earth butt upstairs and make me some nachos!”
What the fuck Star? You almost killed me!
 >”Uh ohh… Settle down Anon, don’t get yourself too worked up, we don’t want you to have a heart attack, do we old man?”
>And with that insult, and a hysterical laugh, Star leaps into a hurried run out of your room and up the basement stairs, but not before slamming the door in your face.
STAR!!!!! COME BACK HERE AND LEARN SOME RESPONSIBILITY YOU CRAZY BUG BITCH!
>You can still hear Star laughing maniacally through the floor as she continues vaulting her way over the furniture upstairs.
>”AHAHAHA! NEVER! YOU’LL NEVER CATCH ME ALIVE!”
>You make your way up the basement steps with equal haste, trying to keep up with the energetic bug princess who refuses to learn the value of quality drywall repair. You walk into the foyer, and immediately notice the sudden quietness of the room. Where the hell was Star?
*POOMPF*
>A couch pillow hits you on the head with startling force, almost knocking you off your feet as you stand there dazed.
D-damn! You can really toss those things, you damned bug!
>”I can probably toss you too, big guy, so stop calling me that!”
*OOF*
>Another pillow hits you square in the chest, almost knocking the wind out of you, but you grab it and toss it back where it came from as fast as you can muster.
*POOF*
YES! NAILED YOU! TAKE THAT!
>”AHH! Forget this! Why am I the one running from YOU?
Oh SHIT!
>Star gleefully chases you around the house for a couple minutes until you manage to somehow shake her. You don’t trust that she doesn’t have the drop on you, so you tiptoe around trying to find her. You don’t know where she was hiding, but you knew you didn’t have to wait long. And, like clockwork, you suddenly find yourself being tackled onto the couch with the force of a freight train. Star pins you down by the shoulders with both of her noodly little arms and wraps her legs under yours, making sure you can’t move an inch.
>”Hahahah! Finally got you. WOO!! Looks like I’m the winner! Loser-boy.”
>She gives you a flash of her teeth and a rudely devilish smirk.
HEY! That hurt you know. How come you never act this wacky around Marco?
>”I do. But he’s not dumb enough to chase me.”
Oh thanks, I’m flattered.
>“Hehehe, are you now?”
>You can feel Star’s long, silky blonde hair tickle you as she hangs her head over yours. It feels heavenly soft as it brushes against your face, gently wafting waves of her calming, girly scent into your nose.
Yea...I must be a real idiot to try to chase a girl like you around.
>”Yea...a real...dummy”
>Star… she was completely straddling you. Holding you down against your will, but you make no effort to get up. You could feel her warm, sweet breath blow against your face. You peer into her deep, brilliant blue eyes, and you could have sworn they were getting closer to yours.
Yea...a...a bonafide d-dunce.
>Closer...and closer. You can sense the electricity between you. You seem drawn to her lips automatically, like some form of strange magnetism. You can feel her silky soft skin rub across yours as she flattens herself against you, now almost completely attached to you in a weird bear hug/leg lock combo. You’re absolutely trapped, but you haven’t even attempted to resist yet. Something in you wanted this, badly. So badly that you haven’t even given so much as a push to fend off this cute little cuddlebug.
>”H-hey...Anon?”
Yea, Star?
>Damn it. Maybe Sky was right. You can barely tell a difference anymore. How could you look Star in the eyes now and not lust for her? How could you not think about the taste of her cherry lips, the sound of her sultry voice? How could you not find yourself lost in those pools she calls eyes? Star was so much like Sky. So very much the same. But Star was just a girl, just a naive, young girl, right? She didn’t know she was being flirty. All she did was pin you to the couch and push her face really close to yours. She’s just a young k-kid right?. She has no semblance of personal space. No carnal desires. It’s probably because she’s from Mewni, that’s it. That’s why. It's totally not weird to want to just hold her tightly in your arms, bury your face in her neck, and breathe her entire essence in. Right? That’s normal. Totally.
>”hehehe, you look a little… Starstruck.”
Star...
>Each minute, the part of you that wants to take Star’s innocence grows stronger. Ahh, to take pleasure in the sin of her tight, slender body. Explore her soft, silky smoothness with your hands. Kiss every little inch… Hear her breathlessly moan in your ear as you grope her slim, nubile chest...
*BOOP!*
H-huh?
>”Hahahah! You’re so adorable sometimes Anon. “You looked a little...flustered there.” You ok, champ? Are you lost? Heheheh.”
Damn you, Star. Pls don’t bully.
>”You deserve it, ya dork”
>She gives you a quick punch on the arm before she lets go of you, taking her warm, soft skin and pleasing feminine scent with her.
>”Now, go make me some nachos. And pizza. And hot wings too. And let's get some jalapeno poppers going, since you made me wait so long. And keep the ranch coming.”
>God damn it. You forgot about making all the food. Wait, really!? This bitch Mewgga better not be serious with that pleb tier taste.
Ranch!? Are you kidding? Is Marco holding out on you or something? We’ve got the primo shit in the back of the fridge.
>”What’s the big deal Anon?”
Let me show you a little something special, Ms. Butterfly.
>”Oh? And that something special is?”
Anon’s very own homemade buffalo bleu cheese dressing of course. Made special, for a very special bug girl. *psst* *that’s you*.
>”Alright! That’s it.”
>Star begins to usher you out of the room with way more than a gentle push. You feel like you’re about to be arrested. She guides you towards the kitchen and then forcefully shoves you in the same direction.
>”Back to the kitchen, Romeo. Before you have all the ladies swooning over your superior culinary skill.”
Ladies? I don’t see any ladies here.
>”Anon? One of these days I’m gonna wake you up in the dead of night and-”
I sleep naked, so just TRY IT, bug.
>”No you don’t, Anon.”
How would you know?
>”UGGH! HERE! Take this apron and get in there. I’ll make sure we’ve got some good movies to watch. Get to it, nonny boy. I’ll be waaaiiittnnngggg!”
>You put on the apron as Star walks back over to the den. You don’t think you’d wear one for anybody else. But for a girl like Star? You’re pretty sure you’d wear anything.