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roosterforme · 11 months

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Scenic Route | Rooster x Reader

Summary: You can't wait to head back to the east coast for Christmas with your husband and your parents. But when your travel plans start to unravel, Bradley shows you what's really important. And you remember you already have everything you really need no matter where you are.

Warnings: Fluff, angst and mentions of smut

Length: 4300 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series! (But it can be read on its own) Check my masterlist in my profile for the reading order!

"All I want for Christmas is four days off from work, a little bit of snow, and your dick with a bow on it," you told your husband with a smile as you got in bed. You had an early flight to Maryland to visit your parents the next morning, and you hadn't seen them since your wedding last month.

Bradley shook his head. "No way I'm putting a bow on my dick at your parents' house."

You pouted at him as you took your glasses off and set them on your nightstand. "Wow. Next you'll be telling me that Santa Claus isn't even real."

"Oh, Sweetheart," he rasped, pulling you close. "I've got some bad news for you."

"Don't you dare say it!" you scolded, holding his lips shut. "I won't stand for that! When we have kids, are you going to try to ruin it for them, too?"

You released his lips while he burst out laughing. "I was going to say that the bad news is there's no snow in the forecast in Maryland."

"Oh," you sighed, cuddling up with him. "Well, I can deal with that as long as Santa is still real."

A handful of hours later, when your alarm was going off, you moaned and practically crawled into the bathroom.

"Hurry up," Bradley kept urging as you washed your face and brushed your teeth. "Airport parking is going to be a mess."

You rolled your eyes at him in the mirror, but he kept following you around until you were walking out to the driveway with your luggage and a travel mug of coffee. The only time he would agree to taking your car anywhere was when it was in an effort to protect the Bronco. So you drove him to the airport in your little car so the Bronco wouldn't 'get dinged up in the parking garage'.

"You know what I'd love to get you for Christmas, Sweetheart? A new car."

You smiled as he shifted around in the front seat. It was almost amusing how much he hated your little car, but you loved it.

"This one is perfectly fine," you promised as you pulled into the parking garage at the airport.

He shot you a playfully unamused look as he unfolded his legs to climb out of the car and start gathering the luggage. But the look of displeasure was no longer playful as you followed him into the airport.

"Our flight's delayed," he said with a sigh as he looked up at the departures screen.

"No!" you groaned. "I'll text my parents and let them know while you check the bags."

But as soon as you hit send and watched your suitcase disappear from view, you noticed that your flight had been cancelled.

"Bradley!" you called, pointing to the screen as he walked back over to you.

"Oh, fuck," he sighed, running his fingers through his hair. "Stay here, Baby Girl." He turned back toward the airline agent while you called your parents.

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Bradley managed to sweet talk a new itinerary out of the young woman who worked for the airline. And he wasn't necessarily proud of himself.

"Hi, Ava. That's such a pretty name," he said with a smile, watching her blush a bright shade of pink. "Is there anything you can do for me about this flight to Baltimore?"

She looked flustered now as she checked her computer screen. "There aren't that many options. This is because of all the snowstorms in the middle of the country, sir."

"You can call me Bradley."

"Bradley," she said with a smile. "I could reroute you to Denver first and then Atlanta and then into Baltimore?"

"That would be great," he said smoothly. "Anything you can do to make Maryland happen." He glanced over his shoulder to where you were talking on the phone and pacing around. The line behind him had started to grow with people dealing with cancelled flights, so he knew he needed to rebook these seats while he still could.

"I would be happy to do that for you, Bradley," she replied with a grin. "Oh, you have two seats under your reservation?"

"Yes," he told her as he watched you pace away again with your phone pressed to your ear. "For my wife and I."

"Oh," she said with a sigh before printing him out new boarding passes and handing them to him without another word.

"Thanks, Ava. Happy holidays."

Bradley rushed over to you and laced his fingers with yours. "Let's go. Only have a few minutes to get on our flight to Denver."

You sputtered but started to walk briskly along with him, smiling up at him as you spoke into your phone. "Dad, Bradley got us on a new flight! I'll call you back, okay?"

"Come on," he urged, and then you and he were rushing toward security before it started to get crowded.

"How did you do that?" you asked, wrapping your arms around his waist as you waited in line for your turn.

He kissed your forehead and whispered, "You don't want to know."

But you just laughed and nuzzled your face against his neck. "You either threatened someone or flirted with someone. Either way, good work, Roo."

"Honestly... the things I do for you."

When the two of you were the last passengers to board the flight to Denver before they closed the gate, you looked at him in surprise and went all the way back to your seats in the last row. "That was close," you whispered, taking the middle seat and snuggling up against his shoulder.

"I just hope our luggage gets there," he replied.

But soon enough, that was the least of his concerns. Because halfway through the flight, he was jolted awake by an announcement.

"This is your captain speaking. Because of weather related issues in Colorado, we will be rerouting to Dallas/Fort Worth."

"Shit," Bradley hissed as you and he shared a look of annoyance. "It's okay. We'll figure it out."

"Get ready to start flirting some more," you mumbled, taking his hand in yours.

When you and he deboarded in Texas, the entire airport appeared to be packed wall to wall with people. The flight announcement boards were all flashing with DELAYED or CANCELLED.

"What should we do?" you asked, but he was already calling the airline.

"Get ready to start sweet talking, Baby Girl," he told you. "It might take both of us."

"But that's your specialty," you said with a sigh. "I'll go search for something to eat, you stay here on the phone." Bradley kissed you before you wandered off through the crowds. He was tired. He knew you must be as well. But the most important thing was getting you to Maryland to spend the holiday with your parents. They were the only close family either of you had.

After talking to three different people on the phone, Bradley managed to get two middle seats on a flight to Memphis. He reasoned that at least you'd be heading in the right direction, as most eastbound flights were being cancelled for snow.

When you eventually returned with two coffees and a bag with sandwiches and snacks, he waved you over to the single seat he claimed. "Come here," he told you, patting his thigh so you had somewhere to sit. "We're going to Memphis, but we have a bit of a wait."

As soon as you were in his lap, he felt better. And when you handed him a sandwich, he felt great. "That's all they had left," you told him as you opened a bag of chips.

"It's perfect," he told you as he finished it in four bites. "You know there's a house for sale two streets behind ours, right? Get your parents to move there. It would be easier than this shit."

You sipped your coffee and then smiled at him. "You think my mom hasn't mentioned that to me already? She checks the San Diego real estate listings online all the time."

"Huh," Bradley said. He had been half joking, but he didn't hate the idea of having your parents nearby, in or around San Diego. It would certainly cut down on this kind of stress. And he could tell that you were getting antsy now as your eyes kept looking up over his head to see which flights had been cancelled.

"There's an elderly man standing over there," Bradley told you, patting your hip. "Why don't you go tell him he can sit here, and we can walk around instead."

"Okay," you replied, and Bradley watched as you walked up and introduced yourself to the older man with a cane and hearing aids. When you helped him make his way over to the seat, Bradley stood so he could sit down.

"Are you alone, Marvin?" you asked, letting him hold your hand until he was settled down into the seat.

"No, my daughter is with me. She went to wait in line for food a while ago. We're trying to go to San Diego."

You laughed and dug around in your bag. "Figures. We just left San Diego. And you can have the other half of my sandwich while you wait for her. The food lines are getting outrageously long."

"Thank you," he mumbled, taking the wrapped up sandwich and turning to Bradley. "Your wife is very sweet."

Bradley nodded at him and said, "She's everything," earning a brilliant smile from you in the process. "Happy holidays, Marvin."

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You fell asleep in the Dallas/Fort Worth airport while you were standing up in Bradley's arms. It wasn't a very good nap, but you didn't get to sleep at all on the flight to Memphis which was filled with irate travelers and miserable children. You shoved your headphones in to avoid listening to the woman next to you complaining. This flight had been delayed several times, and you were happy to just be in the air again.

Bradley was a few rows in front of you, in between two people who did not look happy to have someone so tall between them. But he occasionally turned around to smile at you, and you mouthed I love you to him each time.

"Oh you've got to be kidding me," you gasped when you arrived in Memphis late on Christmas Eve only to find that all outbound flights had been grounded for the night. You felt the panic rise up inside you. "We were supposed to arrive in Baltimore yesterday," you said softly as Bradley wrapped his arms around you.

"It's okay," he said calmly. "It's late, but let's just text your dad and let them know where we are."

"We don't even have another flight booked, Bradley. We are going to have to spend Christmas in the Memphis airport." You could feel tears in your eyes, and you felt ridiculous as one of them fell to your cheek. "It's our first holiday married."

"I know, Sweetheart," he said as he wiped your tears away. But he was already on the phone again as he pointed you to an empty seat across the walkway. "I'll take care of it."

You carried your bag to the lone empty seat and plopped down while you sent a text. Your stomach was growling loudly, but there was nothing around except for shitty vending machines. Your phone rang as your dad called you, and you answered with a sob.

"Hi, dad."

"You're in Memphis now?"

"Yeah. It's almost midnight here. Merry Christmas," you told him softly.

"Listen, when you get here, you get here. Just be safe, and call when you're in Baltimore, okay? We're only thirty minutes from the airport, so whenever you land, I'll leave to come get you."

"Okay," you said, already crying again. "I love you."

When Bradley walked over and scooped you up out of the seat, he looked pleasantly happy. "Why are you smiling so much?" you asked as he settled down with you curled up on his lap.

"Because I have all good news, Baby Girl."

"Okay. Spill."

He kissed your temple and said, "We have a flight to Raleigh that leaves at noon. And we have some sort of rental car waiting for us there. And then it's just a five hour drive to your parents' house. I also got us some Doritos to enjoy together along with a Wild Cherry Pepsi."

You laughed and wrapped your arms around his neck. "Was the vending machine almost empty?"

"Sure was. There were zero options, but I'm fucking starving."

"Thanks for taking care of everything," you whispered as he fed you a chip. "You're wonderful."

"I'm only wonderful because of you," he replied, kissing your nose. "Now eat your fancy Christmas Eve dinner and try to get some sleep."

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Bradley held you in his lap all night as you dozed on and off. His left leg was asleep, and he hadn't been able to relax enough to get a nap, but that was fine. It was noisy here, even at two in the morning. This somehow reminded him of his first time on an aircraft carrier; he was dying to sleep but just couldn't. But he didn't have anything as nice as you in his life when he experienced that twelve years ago.

You sighed and pressed your lips to his neck as you slept, and he closed his eyes, memorizing how fucking good this felt. He was sure you'd disagree. The two of you were smashed between two families who were also trying to get a little rest, and there was an announcement going over the intercom. It was a little chilly in here, and Bradley was hungry enough to eat those nasty unsalted pretzels you liked so much. This wasn't the nicest way to spend Christmas morning. Not when you'd been expecting to be with your mom and dad.

But Bradley was so happy. You and he were married. You were together. He wasn't deployed. And you had your left hand planted against his chest where he could look at the rings he had given you. This was great. He'd be happy to do this every year with you.

You stretched and arched your back, and Bradley was finally able to shift his left leg to try to alleviate the sensation of pins and needles. "I had a dream," you whispered, "that Tramp ate Penny's turkey off the kitchen counter and they said they were never going to dogsit for us again."

Bradley laughed as he held you tight and kissed your hair. "Nah, he'll be a saint for Amelia. She takes him on a beach walk every day when he's there."

"That's true," you whispered before kissing his lips. "I'm sorry I've been cranky, Roo."

"Don't apologize," he said softly as you switched to sit on his right thigh. "This is not ideal."

"I know," you agreed, running your fingers along his mustache and his scarred cheek. "But we're together. Merry Christmas."

He pulled you close so your forehead rested against his. "I thought up a fun idea. Wanna hear it?"

"Yes."

He smiled and told you, "Let's walk around to all the vending machines and see what we can find. It'll be like opening presents together next to the tree at your parents' house."

Your laughter was so loud, you had to cover your mouth as you nodded. "Sounds so fun. Let's go."

The two of you scoured every corner of each of the terminals in the Memphis airport together until you had located eight different vending machines. Bradley watched you jump up and down when you found a bag of unsalted pretzels. "I love these things!" you said biting into one and then feeding him the rest of it.

"We got some good shit, Baby Girl." Then you and he sat side by side and ate everything as you watched a light snow falling outside. When Bradley finished drinking a bottle of ginger ale, he said, "If we have to sleep here again, those benches over in Terminal A looked classy as hell."

You nodded as you finished a bag of popcorn. "Just like our bed at home."

"You know it," he said, kissing your cheek before he stood to throw away all of the trash. Then he heard an announcement for your flight to Raleigh to start boarding, and he pulled you up to your feet. "Let's get out of here while he still can."

He carried your bag for you, and with a little luck, this flight actually took off on time. And Bradley fell asleep on your shoulder while you ran your fingers softly through his hair.

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"I love it!" you shouted in the freezing cold rental car lot in Raleigh. "It's just like my car!"

Bradley groaned and tossed your bag onto the backseat. "Every time we get a rental car, we just get the newest model year of your little shit mobile!"

"It's even red!" you said, laughing right at him. "I'll drive. I'm going to like it so much, I'll just get a new one to replace my car when it dies in like ten more years."

"No," he said. "I'll drive. I don't want you getting any ideas." He steered you around to the passenger side door and opened it for you before he buckled you in. Every time you tried to complain, he kissed your lips until you were sighing and digging your fingers into his hair.

"Are you trying to get me to fuck you in the backseat or something?" you whispered against his lips before he stood and looked down at you in the passenger seat.

"First of all, no, I'm trying to get us to your parents' house. And second, no, because we wouldn't both fit. I don't even think you could get a car seat back there," he said with a pointed look before he closed the door and walked around to the driver's seat.

"A car seat," you muttered as you adjusted the radio to play some Christmas music as he pulled out onto the road.

"You heard me, Baby Girl."

You were hopeful. You really were, but you were trying not to dwell on it, at least not today. Bradley drove for a few hours into the dim evening dusk, and you offered so many times to switch seats with him. But he just kept telling you to feed him some of the vending machine snacks and keep the Christmas music playing.

When you texted your parents to let them know what was going on, you knew they would be waiting for you. But they really went above and beyond. You texted them when you were about twenty minutes away, and when Bradley pulled the little red car into the driveway at eight at night, they came running outside.

"You must both be so hungry!" your mom said, rubbing her hands together, brow pinched with stress. "Dinner is ready. I just took it all out of the oven."

"You didn't have to wait for us to eat," Bradley told her as she hugged him.

"Nonsense! We'd wait until tomorrow if we needed to!" she told him before kissing both of your cheeks. "Now get inside, it's freezing."

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Bradley managed to sneak into the bathroom and into the shower with you around midnight. The four of you had enjoyed one of the best dinners he could ever remember eating. Then your parents had spoiled the two of you with gifts, including a new bed for Tramp. And now you and he were about to change into some borrowed pajamas after finally getting showered.

"I really hope our luggage shows up back at home at some point," you said as you removed Bradley's shirt.

"It will," he said, helping you strip down and climb under the stream of steamy water. Both of you groaned in pleasure and then laughed.

"I already feel so much better," you muttered as he started washing your body, paying extra attention to your breasts.

"Wash my hair?" he asked you, flashing his big, brown eyes.

"Always," you promised, and he melted into your touch. "You know, Roo, this day was actually kind of fun. The vending machine Christmas gifts, and the rental car sing along. And then finally getting to eat dinner."

"It was perfect," he told you.

You laughed. "Well, that might be a stretch, but I think-"

"It was perfect," he insisted. "I spent my day with you. And we got to see your parents. That was all I was really hoping for. But on top of that, you're my wife. And marrying you has been the best thing that happened to me this year. So today was perfect."

Bradley could tell even as the shower spray wet your face that you were starting to cry. "I love you."

"I love you, too. And even though we only get to spend one day with your parents before flying back to San Diego, I wouldn't change being with you for anything else."

The two of you were wrapped up in towels and stumbling out of the bathroom, laughing quietly together when you almost bumped right into your mom.

"I thought you were in bed!" you told her, holding your towel in place, and Bradley had never felt as naked as he did with this damp towel around his waist.

"Your dad needed his blood pressure medication from the kitchen," she replied with a smirk on her face. "Why are you looking at me like that? You're married. I know you two are having sex."

"Oh, god," you groaned, leaning back against Bradley, covering your eyes.

"We didn't..." he started. "Not in the bathroom..." he added. "Good night!" he said, slipping past you into the room you and he were going to be sharing. And when he looked back at you and your mom before he closed the door, you looked scandalized.

He laughed quietly to himself as he pulled on the random assortment of clothing your dad was letting him wear since the luggage was currently lost. When you came in a few minutes later, still in your wet towel, he was laying in bed waiting for you.

"You bailed on me!" you hissed, tossing the towel at him and standing there naked. "We made wedding vows, Bradley!"

He caught the towel and tossed it onto the floor as he reached his hands out for you. "Why don't you come over here, and I'll make everything better?"

You climbed into bed next to him, and he wrapped his arms around you to keep you warm. "Roo, she asked me if you and I are having unprotected sex." Bradley snorted as you groaned. "She wants to know if you're giving me creampies, because she wants grandchildren!"

Bradley burst out laughing. "She actually said that?"

"Not those exact words, but you know what I mean!"

"Well, Merry Christmas, mom," he said softly while he tried to contain his laughter. "We're working on it."

You buried your head under the pillow, and Bradley had to coax you out with some kisses. "Can I have my Christmas present now?" he asked once you were draped across his chest with your fingers in his hair and your lips on his neck.

"Yeah," you whispered. "I'm about to give it to you."

Bradley stroked his fingers along your cheek so that you were looking at him. "You already give me everything, Baby Girl. You know that, right?"

You pressed your lips together and nodded. "Me and you."

"I love it," he promised as your lips met his again.

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"Okay, so this has kind of been a disaster," you told Bradley as you finally boarded your delayed flight back to San Diego the next night. "But also, I sort of loved this?"

"Best Christmas ever," he whispered, slipping into the seat next to yours and grabbing both ends of your seatbelt. Then he snapped them closed and tightened the strap, just like he always did. He even always buckled you in the Bronco. You were so used to all these little things now. You just looked at him for a few moments, and he looked back as a smile found his lips.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" he asked, cocking his head to the side.

"Well, I learned a lot about you over the past few days," you told him as the flight attendants closed the overhead compartments.

"And?" he prompted, linking his fingers with yours.

"I think you might be perfect," you informed him seriously. "You took care of everything in all the airports so I didn't have to worry. You made sure that sweet, old man had somewhere to sit."

"Marvin," Bradley interjected.

"Yes, Marvin. You held me while I napped. You made sure we ate. You played vending machine Christmas gift roulette with me. You drove the rental car. You made my parents happy. And, plus, you keep doing all the little things that you always do. Like hold my hand the perfect way so my wrist doesn't hurt, and buckle my seatbelt for me. You're perfect."

He looked at you. "You take care of me all the time, Sweetheart. I like taking care of you, too. That's just... what I always do."

You nodded and snuggled against his arm as the plane took off, taking you home to San Diego. "Keep on doing it, Roo. Please."

"I'm planning on it, Baby Girl."

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wisteriasymphony · 10 days

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(i wrote our boy being overdramatic @mostmagical @xhanisai @graythegreyt)

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"Okay, and if everything developed as it was supposed to..." Adrien muttered to himself, slowly taking off the plastic bag he'd wrapped around his hair, "...It should look..."

Adrien studied his reflection in the mirror. He was right; It did look. BAD.

He went to fish the box the hair dye came in out of the trash, just to check for sure. Indeed, they looked nothing similar: The box showed what looked like a subdued strawberry blonde, and the mirror showed an orange that wouldn't be out of place in a construction zone.

"This is fine," he said to himself, gritting his teeth. "...Nothing washing some of the dye out can't fix."

So, Adrien bent over his bathroom sink and began to scrub at his roots like his life depended on it, because in that moment it felt like it very much did. Buckets and buckets worth of bright, kindergarden-crayon-orange seeped into the sink's drain, until it finally gave way to an only slightly better highlighter-orange shade of runoff dye.

After that good 5 minutes of "fixing it", Adrien looked back to his reflection in the mirror. No change, aside from his mouth falling open in abject horror.

"Oh god, no no no no—"

Looking to his hands brought him no comfort, as they now were stained just as orange, like he was the Lady Macbeth of shoving his hands up a jack-o-lantern's ass. And just as Lady Macbeth experienced, no amount of scrubbing would rid his hands of the "damned spot"—one which covered the entirety of his palms and fingers.

A squeaky voice echoed from behind him—One who'd clearly been watching this spectacle the entire time. "Looks like you missed auburn big ti—"

"YOU'RE NOT HELPING!" Adrien shouted back, letting the sink still run—the dye wasn't even willing to part from its ring around the drain, it seemed. Adrien nearly buried his face in his hands, before he stopped himself from spreading the horrid disease further. "God, my father's going to come back from the dead just to kill me for this. —I can't go out looking like this!"

"Luka Couffaine goes out with dyed hair all the time."

"Luka Couffaine does not look like a fucking papaya, Plagg!" Adrien collapsed over his sink, debating whether or not this mistake was worth taking up teenage alcoholism. "I can hear it already.... I'll be called 'Orange Boy' for the rest of my life..... I just wanted to not be blonde anymore, and look at me," he whined, "I'm a disgrace!"

"At worst you look like a fruit!" Plagg replied. "And everybody already knew that about you."

If Plagg had shoulders to grab, Adrien would have done so, just to violently shake him. Maybe rub off some horrible mango-colored hue on his body too, just to impart upon the kwami some of his misery.

"...God," he lamented. "I have to tell Marinette... Warn her about what I've done to myself."

#two parter on the way if i get bajillion notes /j #i love writing adrien as a pathetic little drama queen he's my little cyclone of a man #adrien agreste #mlb adrien #miraculous adrien #miraculous fanfic #orangedrien

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lostbetweenvampiresandmusic · 3 months

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Please please write the David hair dyeing fic, I will give you my kidney and all of my life savings(8.37 not to brag)

I mean, I would have written it for a like and a reblog, but if you're offering ;) Also, please please please read this one from @luv4fandoms - it's really cute, and I love it! I hope you like this!

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A soft sigh escaped me as I felt my arms start to ache. Yesterday, I had the brilliant plan of dying my hair - I felt it was a time for a change. A big one - I wanted to go red. The packages I'd bought seemed to promise a bright firetruck red. I only figured that out when I had already put the paint in half my hair, and now I was hoping that it would just look good. I continued putting the dye in the other half of my hair when the bathroom door opened, and my longtime boyfriend walked in.

"Red?"

"Is it too much? I thought I'd like it but I don't know - it seems too bright, you know?" I looked at David through the mirror, guessing that I was looking at him. David took my arm, so I looked at him and he could study both my face and the colour. He smiled.

"It will look good."

"Good." I sighed, ready to paint the final strands of hair. Before I could grab the bottle with dye, however, David had already grabbed it. "I'll finish for you. Let your arms rest for a while."

"Thanks," I sat back, enjoying the feeling of his fingers massaging the dye in my hair.

"On one condition."

"What?"

"You dye mine too."

"Wait, you dye your hair?"

"You thought I was this blond?"

"Yeah?"

"How did you think my hair got the way it is?" He motioned at his mullet, causing me to giggle.

"I always figured it was a mishap, and you ate the one responsible?"

"Fucking fried my hair."

"Shit."

"Yeah. Never let the boys touch your hair, kitten. Never."

"So, you want me to dye your hair? You trust me with that?"

"You," he put the bottle with dye away, setting a timer for 35 minutes, " want me to look good. The boys absolutely don't give a fuck and like to mess around."

I grinned, motioning for him to sit on the chair in the bathroom. "Alright," I kissed his cheek, "I'd love to dye your hair."

An hour later, I was in the shower removing the dye from my hair, while David was doing the same, leaning over the sink.

"This ain't working," he grumbled, and before I knew it, he was standing next to me in the shower, his hands moving through my hair as the water turned a dark red.

"It's like the opening scene of Carrie," I giggled, looking at it, moving so he had more water and could wash the bleach out of his hair. It didn't take long before the water ran clear. With a content sigh, I leaned against David, enjoying both his comfort and the warmth from the shower.

"We can't stay in the shower forever, kitten." David turned the shower off, ignoring my protest, before quickly wrapping me in a towel and practically throwing me on the bed. I couldn't help but laugh, drying off quickly and getting into some pyjamas. "So, how about I order some food, you eat the delivery guy, and then we watch a movie?"

David grinned, leaning forward to kiss me. "Sounds good to me."

#the lost boys #marko #david #paul #tlb #dwayne #the lost boys 1987 #tlb 1987 #the lost boys x reader #lost boys

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imagine-knb · 9 days

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This is so embarrassing—!! Lmao, can I pls have GoM+Kagami+Kasamatsu reacting to their girlfriend slipping in the shower and badly hurting herself? I’m glad I wasn’t home alone or else uhh.. lmao it’s funny now but I do have a knarly bump on my head from it^^”

Glad to know you are a-okay, anon! Sorry this one took a while to answer! Admin Neon

Kuroko: The first thing he does is wrap her in a towel. He is quick to gently guide her toward sitting on the edge of the tub, helping her swing her feet up and over the edge. "You're not seeing double or anything, are you?" His knowledge of head injuries in rudimentary at best, coming mainly from television shows and the occasional random discussion from friends, so he doesn't know exactly what to do next other than keep you awake.

Kagami: His face is nearly as red as his hair as he helps his girlfriend off the floor. If it weren't for the fact she was using both of his hands to balance herself, he would have been covering his eyes. Instead, he tried his best to look toward the ceiling where he counted the water spots left on the spackle from steam. Only when he'd counted enough, and his girlfriend was appropriately covered in a towel, did he manage to look down without glowing from embarrassment.

Kise: "____cchi, don't die on me!" He's dramatic when he flings open the bathroom door to find his girlfriend in a heap on the floor. The shower curtain and towel that's clinging to her are soaking wet from the shower still pouring down and he has trouble deciding what to do first. Turn off the water? Or help his girlfriend up? He ends up standing there for a few seconds trying to figure out what to do and she ends up yelling at him to help her first.

Kasamatsu: He hears the loud crash from outside the bathroom and comes running in, only to immediately cover his eyes at the state of his girlfriend's undress. He's reaching out one hand to help her up while the other one tries to keep his gaze away from her body — give her some privacy, he tells himself. But when he looks in the mirror and sees her anyway, he can't help the bright shade of red from invading his face.

Aomine: The seriousness of his attitude when helping his girlfriend up immediately washes away when he realizes she's going to be fine. The troubled frown on his face melts into a teasing smirk. "Maybe you shouldn't be showering alone. I could join you from now on." He waggles his eyesbrows a bit after his comment, trying to egg her on to agreeing. After all, she can't slip and fall again if he's right there to catch her.

Midorima: It's almost as if he were prepared for this exact moment because he seems almost methodical in the way he helps her up off the floor, wrapping a towel around her body before sitting her down on the bathroom counter. He pulls out a first aid kit before she can even get a word in edgewise, his hands delicately checking her scalp for any serious head wounds. When none come up, she finally hears him let out a single sigh of relief.

Murasakibara: She almost feels like a child with the way he's able to so easily pick her up off the bathroom floor after her fall. He's gentle to set her back on her feet, his hands still holding on to her sides in case the floor was still too slippery. "____-chin, are you okay?" The quick glance over her body doesn't reveal any major injuries, but he still hovers around the bathroom door after she insists on continuing on with her shower.

Akashi: Maybe it was a bit of an overreaction, but the day after her fall, he has the interior of the bathroom completely redone. All she had asked for was a rubber bathmat, something that would prevent her from slipping again. Instead, he goes the full nine yards and has the shower floor ripped out and replaced with something easier to stand on. For a moment, he contemplates bars on the walls. Maybe that was a bit too far...

#kuroko #kagami #kise #kasamatsu #aomine #midorima #murasakibara #akashi #gom

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wandafiction · 2 months

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Accent - Just Us Chapter 5

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1805

Series List | Chapter 4 | Chapter 6

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I'm woken from my slumber by a small slither of sun pushing through the small gap in the blinds. I go to get up, but feel an extra weight on top of me. Oh right Wanda. Looking down I see the beautiful redhead laying practically on top of me, her head resting on my chest hair spread out in many directions. Her mouth partially open, with small and very cute snores being released with her calm breathing. Her arms wrapped around my chest securely, with her legs tangled with mine. She looks so peaceful. This is different, I don't normally wake up with my one night stand still here. Usually they get what they want and either leave during the night or at some point in the morning.

I feel her shuffle on top of me, so I hold my breath hoping the early morning sunrise hasn't woken her up. It takes a few seconds but she seems to settle back down and a small huff of air escapes her lips...good she is still sleeping. Gently, I remove her arms from my chest so I can lean over to the bedside table; grabbing the remote for the blinds, making sure to shut them and turn off the timer for when they open. I know high tech. I then use another remote to set the lights around the room to a soft ember colour to set a calm atmosphere. They are on a low as to not wake the sleeping beauty on top of me, but bright enough so when she does wake up she can see what she is doing and not in total darkness.

Slowly, I crawl out of bed but stop and turn to look back at my bedside table where the picture sits. It's a beautiful picture. An brunette haired woman standing under a beautiful white archway covered in pink roses. Her white dress glistened in the sunlight as the picture captured it moving about in the wind. The woman is smiling the biggest toothy grin in the world while holding hands with another woman under the same archway. They both have so much love in their eyes. Picture perfect. I move back to the table and move the picture into one of the draws placing some paperwork on top of it. Must remember it's there though.

Heading straight out my door, closing it gently behind me. Heading to the bathroom further down the hallway so I can shower and brush my teeth, I do have an ensuite but I feel like being woken up by someone's morning routine in practically the same room as you can be deemed a rude awakening. I hop in the shower once I deem the water a hot enough temperature, wincing slightly when it hits my back. I turn to see why and my eyes bulge a little bit when I see the scratch marks on my back, I'm going to wear them with pride...anyway. I wash everything including my hair. Both of us were too tired last night to do proper after care in the shower or bath so a wet towel was the solution.

Smoothing out my long hair took a while, nothing a bit of conditioner can't help with, and am now making my way to one of the guest bedrooms to get some clothes. Walking into the walk-in closet, I tie my wet hair up into a messy bun not caring what it would look like. I don't have to go to work so it doesn't matter. Deciding on a pair of loose jogging bottoms and sports bra, I make my way down to the kitchen to start some coffee and get a head start on some work that needs doing.

"S.U.S.I.E let me know when my bedroom door opens please. Don't scare the guest by introducing yourself, just inform me." I say into the quiet kitchen.

"Of course Boss." S.U.S.I.E is my interface in this place, much like Tony Stark's F.R.I.D.A.Y system I have S.U.S.I.E.

"Play Morning Vibes Playlist from Spotify, low volume. Limited to the kitchen only." With that the sound of music gently starts playing as I shuffle over to the coffee machine I have.

Electing not to wake Wanda by the sound of grinding beans, I use my kettle (very handy thank you Europe) and place a scoop or two of the coffee grounds I have into a cafetiere. I'm a fancy coffee drinker, sue me. I dance around the kitchen a little, losing myself to the soft music as I open up my laptop, letting it wake itself up. I spin back to the kettle, pouring the water to the top of the cafetiere just in case Wanda wakes up and it's still hot. I grab a large cup from the cupboard and put some caramel syrup around the inside of it and bring it and the cafetiere over to the counter next to my laptop. I settle down on the stool and load up my emails to get to work.

It's been about 20 minutes since I sat down when I hear the robotic voice above me. "Boss, your bedroom door has been opened, the guest is on their way down."

"Thank you S.U.S.I.E. Start up the hob for me." I hear the flick of the switch informing me she has in fact done as asked. God I love technology sometimes.

I save my work, hopping off the stool to grab the pancake mix, a pan and two plates. Putting the pan on the heat I slowly pour in some of the pancake mix swaying my hips to the songs that still echo through the kitchen. Humming to myself I completely go into my own world forgetting that I have a guest, until I feel her wrap her arms around my waist and place her head between my shoulder blades.

"Good Morning." Holy shit! She has a fucking accent. That's so Fucking hot. She didn't have an accent last night, maybe it's because she is tired.

"Good morning Wanda. How are you feeling? Also I like the accent." I feel her stuff her face more into my back, it is slightly hotter than a minute ago. Aww she is blushing.

"The accent only comes out early in the morning or when I'm very emotional. And I'm feeling amazing, last night was amazing. Thank you, though I am a little sore not going to lie." I hear her giggle behind me.

"Well I'm glad you enjoyed last night, sorry about making you sore. Maybe after food you should have a bath, relax, unless you have anywhere to be? The accent I know is...Sokovian right? Also glad I'm hearing this because you're tired and not emotional. Angry Sokovians are scary as fuck." Her laughs are muffled by my shirt but I can feel her nod.

"Mhmm, I am from Sokovia, how did you know? What day is it?" I now turn around to meet her eyes after plating up the pancakes and handing her her plate.

Wanda is wearing my dress shirt from last night that comes right down almost covering all her thighs. She looks so cute and hot all at the same time in my shirt. She thanks me before moving to the stool to sit and eat while I lean against the counter to eat.

"I have been to Sokovia a few times. Helped out with some relief foundations down there, but put some of my own money into helping the people down there. And for the day it's Saturday. Did we really go that many rounds that you forgot the day? She hums in thought.

"I lost count at like round 6." I let out a laugh, Stamina seems to be our strong suit. "Well I don't have work today so a bath sounds like a good way to relax. What did you think of Sokovia?" Wanda likes asking questions.

"Ever the curious one, aren't you Wanda?" I move to sit next to her offering her some coffee which seems to excite her a lot. "I think Sokovia is a very beautiful country, yes it has issues and to anyone on the outside just sees the civil war going on there. But for someone who has been there multiple times and for months on end, it is a hidden gem of the world."

"You are not just saying that to impress the sokovian woman sitting in front of you?" I turn to look at her, she has decided to hide the accent going back into her American one. Odd.

"Not at all. There is just something about Sokovia...it's almost magical. Sure the newly instated leader Ultron is, how do I say…"

"A fucking dick!?" Wanda interrupts with a small laugh.

"Glad to see we think the same of the man. But other than Ultron and his few followers it is truly a beautiful country."

"It is indeed. I don't meet many people from Sokovia out here in the States, all too afraid to leave you know?" She finishes off her coffee and pancakes standing up from her stool. "Uh, which way is the bathroom?"

"I will show you. S.U.S.I.E set up the guest bath please."

"Of course Boss." Wanda jumps a little at the unknown voice.

"Sorry Wanda I forgot to say. S.U.S.I.E is a very helpful interface around the house, if you need anything just say S.U.S.I.E and then what you need her to do for you."

"Wow okay, thanks." She gives me a shy smile.

"S.U.S.I.E this is Miss Maximoff please save her voice in your system as such. If she requires anything today she may call upon you."

"Understood Boss. Welcome Miss Maximoff."

I lead Wanda back upstairs to the guest room, which has a big ensuite bathroom too with a bath big enough to comfortably fit two people in and still have room to move about. I lay a towel and some spare clothes down on the sink counter and make my way towards the door.

"Thank you y/n. Truly, the small gesture of breakfast and a bath are really appreciated. I mean it's been a while, and it feels nice to be treated like this." Wasn't expecting that.

"It's not a problem at all Wanda. It's just basic human respect and decency to ensure that someone is cared for afterwards." She gives me a shy smile and nod, I turn to leave the bathroom before turning to look at her once again. "Oh and Wanda."

"Yeah?" She turns to look at me, our eyes meeting easily.

"Don't hide the accent, it's cute. You don't need to pretend to be someone your not around me." She blushes slightly but has the biggest smile on her face. I leave, gently closing the door behind me.

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#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maxmoff x y/n #wanda x reader #wanda x you #just us series

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scholastic-dragon · 1 year

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4-1 Challenge

IM DOING IT!!!! I am participating in the 4-1 Challenge written by my friends @turtle-babe83 @thelaundrybitch @tmnt-tychou @post-apocalyptic-daydream @leosgirl82 and @nittleboo (whose account for some reason won't let me tag it 🙃)

This isn't an 'x reader' fic but it is hilarious, I hope you enjoy!!!!!

Warnings: um so technically this is 18+ because it talks heavily about sex and there may or may not be a teeny tiny "smut" scene at the end, well I can't even call it that, but sexy times are heavily implied. (If you don't like smut it's under the '~~~~~' line so just skip that part if it makes you uncomfortable)

Casey Jones had been a loyal and trusting friend of the turtles for over a year now.

He helped them with the Kraang and promised to keep their secret. He was funny, a stubborn piece of shit, and their best friend.

He often picked up takeout for them and rented movies and even went out super late with the guys to play some basketball at an abandoned court.

About two or three weeks ago, Caseys buildings washing machine finally hit the bucket, the old machine was dead and no amount of faith or new parts could bring it back.

Even Donnie had looked at it and agreed it was dead.

At first April had offered her buildings machine, and he agreed for a little bit, then when the water bill got a little too high for her liking, the boys stepped up and offered him their machine.

Now Mikey was sneaking up to the surface after dinner and rushing to Casey's place.

Mikey had misplaced his favorite pair of boxes and he was sure it got mixed in with Casey's laundry.

Casey had agreed that Mikey could look through his basket that he had yet to put away.

He lived about 15 minutes from the lair, but with a rocket board it took 8 ½ minutes. He landed on the fire escape with a quiet thud and slid the living room window open.

"Case? You home?" Mikey peered around, stomping his feet on the mat he had placed under the window. "Don't freak out dude, its just Mikey," He called again, still not getting an answer.

Maybe he stepped out for a minute? Or maybe he just went to the bathroom?

Mikey shrugged sauntering through the rookie detectives apartment and opening his bedroom door. At the foot of the bed was a tall gray laundry basket filled with clean clothes.

Without thinking twice, Mikey started rummaging through the clothes. He saw a lot of cool band t-shirts that he wish he could steal, several pairs of very tight pants and boring black boxer briefs.

After dumping out and sorting through the whole basket, Mikey stepped back with a huff. Hands on his hips he throught for a moment, this basket was from just the other day, his underwear has been missing for over 5 days.....so he must've put them away thinking they were his!!!

In his text, Casey had said he had full permission to go through his laundry, so that clearly must mean the stuff in his dresser.

Having no shame, Mikey went up to Casey's dresser and started opening all the drawers. When he found the socks and underwear drawer he pawed through them, his underwear was a bright color so it should be easy to spot.

But something else caught his attention, as he moved a few pairs out of the way, something.....lacy.....hit his hand. Pulling out said underwear made Mikey stop, holding the pair between his two pointer fingers.

These were April's. He knew that because one time April had started her period while he was over and had texted asking for a new pair. Mikey -having no idea what a period was- had grabbed this exact thong.

Why was it in Casey's dress-

"JESUS, MIKE!" Casey yelped, coming into the room, not expecting to see the youngest turtle. "Don't scare me like that, dude," He laughed, running a hand over his hair.

Casey's smile dropped when he saw what exactly Mikey was doing....and holding.

"Why do you have a pair of her panties in your dresser?"

"WHY ARE YOU IN MY DRESSER?!"

Mikey glanced at Casey, never had he seen him so startled, his eyes were wide and his face bright red.

He hoped the underwear was an accident, maybe something leftover from when he used April's machine a week ago, but it was clear the only mistake was someone finding them.

"Are you-?!" Mikey gasped, dropping the thong to the floor like it was poisoned, hands covering his large mouth.

"Mike, I can explain-" Casey took a step into the room.

"Have you and April-?!" Came Mikeys muffled question, still not removing his hands. He couldn't bring himself to ask the question.

Casey cringed, looking away, he wasn't sure how but Casey turned an even darker red.

"Oh my god, you guys still are?!" Mikeys hands slid up his face to cover his eyes, he turned away from Casey, groaning as if he were in pain.

"Alright just....just listen, Mikey-"

"You banged my sister?!" Mikey all but screamed, Casey sighed, running a hand down his face.

"Whose bangin' whose sister?" Casey's stomach dropped hearing Raphs voice in the living room.

He slowly turned, seeing the giant red behemoth standing about ten feet away, stomping his shoes on the mat by the window.

"Raph, what're you doing here?" Casey quickly asked, leaning on the doorframe, preventing him from entering.

"Leo sent me out to get Mikey, if he's not back soon he's gonna miss Splinters evenin' training," Raph shrugged, coming up to Casey, looking over his shoulder at a very distressed Mikey.

"What happened with him?" Raph jutted his chin toward Mikey, Casey stumbled, feeling himself start to sweat.

"HE'S BANGING APRIL!"

Casey saw his life flash before his eyes. Looking up at the largest of his four friends, April's confidant and biggest brother, and his best friend.

He saw the recognition flash across his green eyes and the scowl form on his face.

"You're what?!"

"I-I can explain, cause there's more than that-" Casey took a step back wanting to put space between them, but Raph stepped with him, entering his bedroom.

"There's more?!" Both turtles yelled.

"Can you guys please stop yelling, you're going to wake up the neighbors," Casey took a deep breath, turning so he could face both brothers.

"I can explain, and the truth is.....the truth is that....April and I are dating," Casey started rubbing his sweaty hands together, unable to meet their eyes. "We've kinda been flirting for a while now and things really took a turn about three or four months ago."

"So April letting you use her washing machine was just a rouse?" Raph crossed his arms, throwing daggers with his eyes.

"She did that because she's a good person," Casey argued. Both turtles raised an eyebrow ridge which made Casey back down. "Alright, yeah kinda, we're both busy with work sometimes and it was a good reason that wouldn't be suspicious if you guys caught us in her apartment,"

"Wow," Raph murmered, hand covering his mouth as he sighed heavily.

Casey stared expectantly at the turtle before him, he knew he was going to snap.

"Well I guess that only leaves one option left," Raph didn't meet Casey's eyes but the rookie knew he was addressing him. He spoke far to calm for what was being discussed.

"Which is?" Casey knew the moment the words left his mouth that he was fuc-

"I'M GONNA KICK YOUR ASS CASEY!" Raphs fist swung fast, but Casey had been around long enough to know when to duck. He just narrowly missed his friends fist and ducked into the living room.

"Wait, wait, Raph!" Casey tripped over his coffee table, landing on the hardwood floor. "Let's talk about this!"

Raph stepped heavily out of his bedroom, eyes in a permanent glare, he cracked his knuckles as he stepped toward him.

"Raph, just-" Casey couldn't bring his legs to stand back up, instead just scooting back on the floor.

As if the universe was truly trying to punish him, Casey's apartment doors lock started to rattle, and both men turned to see the one and only April opening the door.

"Hey, baby, I got food-" She unlocked the door with her personal key, a wide smile on her face, large brown bag of takeout in her arms. Seeing her boyfriend and brother in the living room made her smile drop instantly. "What's going on?"

"'What's going on?' What's going on?! You wanna know what's going on?!" Raphs voice rose as he redirected toward the reporter. "What's going on is I just found out that my best friend," He spat the word out through gritted teeth, glancing back at Casey before turning back to April. "Is.....is doing my sister!"

April raised an eyebrow, raising a single finger to Raph. "Watch your tone," Raph sighed heavily, lowering his shoulders. No matter how hard any of them tried, no one could 'out Alpha' April.

April sighed and gave a small chuckle in relief, clearly worried the boys were fighting about something much worse. She set the bag of takeout on the counter as Mikey slowly walked out of Casey's bedroom and stood beside Raph.

"So you guys found out...." She made eye contact with all three men, putting her hands on her hips, unsure of how to have this conversation.

"Yeah, I found your thong in his drawer," Mikey piped up.

April glanced down at Casey who was still sitting on the floor. "You took my underwear?"

"It isn't an important part of this argument," Casey blushed hard, angrily whispering and not meeting her eyes.

April rolled her eyes and turned back to her brothers. "Yes, Casey and I are dating, and I know this is unexpected, but it's my decision and, you know, I'm -surprisingly- really happy. I know it's going to take some getting used to, but please know that I wouldn't be with him if he was a genuine asshole,"

Both brothers lowered their heads, they knew she was right, April could handle herself and they would just have to learn to get over it.

Raph spared one last glance at Casey. "Break her heart I break your face," and with that he promptly turned and left for the window.

"That went better than I was expecting," April happily clapped her hands together, turning to the youngest brother with a smile. "Do you wanna get some food for the road?"

Mikey chuckled, maybe April and Casey dating wouldn't be so bad....

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About three hours later after Splinters evening training and eating the food April gave him, Mikey was back on the surface heading for Casey's apartment.

In the mix of the argument, Mikey completely forgot about his underwear. But thankfully it was still relatively early so Casey should still be up.

Like before Mikey opened the window, and just headed right for the closed bedroom door.

"Hey, don't freak out, Case, you're not going to believe it but I forgot to grab my underwear earlier-" Mikey swung the door open and for the first time in his life wished he had patience and the ability to remember to knock.

April was laying on her back -thankfully under a blanket- but let out a loud scream at seeing Mikey, yanking the blanket to cover her chest. And while he couldn't see him, the large lump in the blanket in between April's knees was evidence enough that Mikey should just leave.

He slammed the door closed, covering his eyes. "I am so sorry!"

"What's wrong with you!?"

"Would it kill you to knock?!"

Those were the only things Mikey heard before rushing back out the window.

Maybe them dating was a bad thing.

tags: @strawberrycakeblog @sketch-and-write-lover @happymoonangel @dilucsflame33 @sharpwindow

#HAHAHAHHAHAHAHA #i love making Casey suffer #it shouldnt be this fun #i had a little too much fun writing this #but im not going to apologize for it cause i think im hilarious #tmnt #tmnt bayverse #tmnt all 4 1 challenge #4-1 Challenge #not my prompt #tmnt mikey #tmnt raph #april x casey #april o'neil #casey jones #turtlebabe83 #thelaundrybitch #post apocalyptic #TMNT All 4-1 Challenge

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nightingaleglow · 1 year

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@sapphicmarauding : april 24th - april 30th: i am the shape you made me. filth teaches filth.

ship: pandora/lily warnings: mentions of violence, murder, blood

"I- I didn't mean-"

Pandora doesn't know where she is, and in the darkness she can barely make out the shape of Lily sitting next to her on the edge of the batthub.

"It's okay. The power has gone out so there's only cold water. I brought you back to my hotel. You're okay."

"No." Pandora breathes out heavily. "He was going to kill you."

"I know."

"He wanted you dead- I had to- I couldn't let him-"

Hushed whispers, heavy breaths and quick panicked words in the coldness of the bathroom. Pandora doesn't remember how they got here, how no one had seen them. Her memory is filled with a haze of flashes of blood and screams, but above all Lily's bright red hair. Why is it that out of everything, she can always remember Lily? It shouldn't be like that, should it? The victims, the murders, that's what should be on top of all her thoughts. Not the thought of Lily's sweet red lips softly pressed against her own. Never that.

"I wouldn't just let him kill me, Pandora." Lily says calmly and shows Pandora a knife she had hidden in her backpocket. Did she have that with her all that time?

"No" Pandora gasps again, and her vision blurs with tears. "Why- why would you do that to me? You had the chance- why didn't you do something?"

"I wanted to see what you were capable of."

"That's - but that's cruel." Pandora says softly, and she shouldn't have expected anything else. Why she forgot for a second that Lily isn't anything but a cruel psychopath, she doesn't know. Maybe Pandora hoped she would be different, that if Pandora tried, she would choose a different path. How foolishly childish of her. Lily wants nothing else than for Pandora to be a killer too. And it scares her, the thought that Pandora is starting to lose herself now. That Lily had turned her into something cruel.

"You're cruel." Pandora repeats again. Lily Evans is cruel, Lily Evans makes you into a war, she fills you with rage and blood until you can't escape anymore and forget what you're on earth for; to live or to die or to kill.

Lily had told her once: "The world is cruel, so why can't I be?" And Pandora had simply said: "The world is cruel, so I want to be good."

Sitting here, washing the blood out of her hair, those lines were blurred more than anything.

And how can Pandora keep believing that Lily is inherently cruel, when she is sitting here, gently washing Pandora's body because the sight of blood freaks her out? How can she, when her touch feels so light on her skin, and she can feel the heavy pull of it all the way deep into her bones? How can she, when Lily is currently the only thing bringing light into her life?

"I'm not the one who snapped his neck and then proceeded to stab him until everything was covered in his blood, just to make sure he's dead." Lily snaps her out of her thoughts.

Pandora cringes at the mention of what happened earlier. Had she really done that? All of that to protect Lily? Would she have done the same for Emmeline?

Cruel, cruel, cruel, a voice in her head repeated.

You're no better than her.

Pandora doesn't want to be cruel. She escaped everything to not be cruel. She wants to be soft, she wants her touch to turn things in gold. She wants to be who Emmeline made her, she wants to be a wife, a mother, she wants to be civil and normal. But maybe this is what she was always meant to be. Covered in blood, carrying violence in her hands that once knew how to love, preferring sins above all.

"You're not filth."

"But you are. And you're touch has contaminated me. I am the shape you made me. Filth teaches filth."

Pandora doesn't know what she's trying to convince herself. Deep down, she already knew this part of her existed too, buried deep down underneath all the shame, the bits of goodness she thought she once was capable of maybe never existed at all.

When Lily opens her mouth next, her entire time has changed. She doesn't speak like she usually does, words viciously spat words full of poison or resentment, sentences full of ego and cruelty. No, when Lily speaks next, it sounds like she means it.

The words fall gentle from her lips, a little sad, but lovely all the same.

"I'm not a good person, Pandora. I never was and never will be. I don't know how to be good. But you? When I look at you, I instantly know what a good person is."

Pandora wonders.

How can she so blatantly say that, when Pandora is sitting there covered in a strange man's blood, and Lily is the one taking care of her?

#i saw your post the other day so i felt like writing something for sapphic marauders and then it actually fit into my fic perfectly #scene from my killing eve inspired pandalily au #fic: limitless #pandalily #pandalily fic #sharing snippets

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s1ut4adamstanheight · 5 months

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Adam Stanheight / enemies to lovers 💕 part 2

(ALSOOO if u can’t tell this is kinda based on that one song ‘Scotty doesn’t know’ by Lustra so if you don’t know ur listen to it RIGHT NOW)

Fiona’s POV:

I put on a tiny black dress and do my makeup the way Scott likes and check my phone too see if i got text from him, he's picking me up to drive me to his next show at some underground club.

I've been going out with Scott for a few weeks now, mostly because at first i wanted to get into music too but lately i don't know what I've wanted.

"here" My phone buzzes at his notification and i quickly put on some heels and head out the door with my purse.

I open the passenger door and hop in beside Scott, his idiot friends in the back.

"Hey babe" he smirks and leans over to kiss me.

"hey" i smile back, i notice him looking me up and down.

"you look fucking hot tonight" He nods as he stares at my revealing chest before he starts driving.

We get to the club and get out of the van.

"Adam i need you to be the driver tonight since we're all gonna be drinking" Scott looks at Adam and pats him hard on the back, I don't understand how he can let Scott push him around like that it's pathetic.

"I can't i need to get home-"

"i don't care." Scott blurts back immediately.

"do your fucking job and do what your told." Scott doesn't wait for Adam to reply he just starts walking into the club letting everyone else get the instruments from the van and leaving Adam standing alone and annoyed. Like i said, pathetic.

We get inside and go to the backroom and wait for the rest of the band to set up on stage and more people to show up.

"Fiona follow me"

Scott takes my hand and drags me to some private room down the hallway, the room is colored pink from the lights and there's couches surrounding the corners of the room. Soft music plays through the walls from the band playing on stage in the next few rooms.

"we can hangout here until i have to go on" he turns to face me and moves his hands around my waist pulling me in. I like Scott, he's definitely an interesting guy to be around but he scares me sometimes with his temper and impulsiveness.

"it's really nice back here" I let him kiss down my neck and walk me over to a couch.

The bright pink lights are nauseating so i close my eyes, also ignoring how Scott is laying me down on top of him on the couch.

He puts his hands behind his head as he lays down.

"how about you help me relax before i have to go on...help me calm my nerves" he says so convincingly but i hesitate and he notices.

"C'mon, you know i can help you with your music, i can even get you in my band, you just...haven't proved yourself yet." he moves his hand to me and strokes my hair.

I grit my teeth and eventually nod and smile.

"Sorry, i'm just nervous.." I sigh and look at him as he holds my face moving it down.

"don't be nervous babe" that nickname makes my body stiff.

"you'll do great."

I undo his belt, everything after that is nothing but a blur.

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"that's the good girl i know." he smiles and zips up his pants and stands up.

"I think the music stopped you better get going." I say as I wipe my mouth.

"Yeah yeah, thanks for this Fiona." He rushes off without a kiss or goodbye. I feel like an idiot but if I ever want a chance to be in a band it's this one. He's the only band member I know and he's giving me a chance.

I go to the bathroom and wash my mouth before walking back out to the main room where Scott is onstage singing while his stupid fans yell and excitedly sing along.

I see Adam at the bar drinking water. I guess Scott has him off duty right now. I walk up to him.

"No orders from Scott I guess" I say as I walk up to him and look at the bartender.

"What?" He looks over at me not expecting me to come out of no where.

I scoff.

"You haven't been ordered around yet." The Bartender comes up to me and I order two vodka shots.

Adam scrunches his eyebrows.

"Shut up he doesn't order me around." He starts getting all defensive now. It's embarrassing.

"He totally does. You follow him around like a little puppy doing everything your told." I swallow down a shot and stare at his face, very obviously mad.

"You act like I'm the only one, at least he doesn't get me on my knees with my mouth wide open before every show."

My smug grin fades away. Fuck

He scoffs when he sees my expression.

"Yeah you better keep your mouth shut because your no better."

He raises his eyebrows and chuckles. I hate seeing him all cocky thinking he's won.

"I-" I go quiet trying to think of something to say but Adams right.

"What was that?" He stares at me and smiles.

"That's what I fucking thought" he takes his drink and walks away, camera in hand.

Fuck him, fuck Scott, fuck this fucking club.

"Five vodka shots please."

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Before I know it I'm infront of the crowd and I'm looking up at Scott as he sings. Laughing, singing and cheering him on.

The crowd is heavy and loud, my body is perfectly numb and my mind is worry free and happy.

"This is my girlfriend!" Scott screams into the mic and goes to grab my hand. He's trying to bring me on stage.

I grab his hand as the crowd cheers, Scott pulls me close and I get to see the huge packed club.

I look at Scott as he says something into the mic then turns to me, he kisses me on the lips while grabbing my waist then my ass. I can see Adam, way in the corner with his camera. When he realizes what's going on on stage he puts his camera down and stares. I bet he's jealous Scott's giving me attention while the only attention he gets from his friend is orders.

Scott moves back and ends the show.

"That was amazing! You where amazing!" I drunkenly tell Scott.

"What can I say? You bring out the best in me." He says charmingly.

"How about you Go wait in the car, I don't want any of the guys here to take advantage of you while I'm in the back getting my stuff."

I nod and kiss him on the cheek before getting off stage and walking outside. Honestly I'm no better than Adam.

I get in the van and see Adam, beside me at the wheel.

"Ugh." I groan when we make eye contact.

Adam rolls his eyes at me.

"You put on a good show letting Scott stick his tongue down your throat on stage."

Why does he have to bring that up making it sound so bad.

"Your just mad he was giving me attention."

"The fuck is that supposed to mean." Adam scrunches his eyebrows and leans forward.

"He only gives you attention when he orders you around" I try to act all smug even though he's right. On stage was a bit embarrassing and I didn't like being shown off like that.

"Well he gives all of his hoes attention like that so don't think your special."

"I am not his hoe!" I turn to him and look at him upset now.

"Right right." He smirks "your not just a hoe, your a main hoe, only difference is that he remembers your name."

"Fuck you Adam." I lean back in my seat looking away from him.

"Yeah? Fuck you too Fiona."

"Heyo!." Scott, Roman, Korey and Charlie burst the back of the van open and start putting their instruments in.

"Let's roll bitches! After party at my house!" Roman yells up to me and Adam.

"Jesus Christ." Adam whispers under his breath as he starts the van.

The whole ride there Scott and his band mates are singing and drinking in the back. Adams eyes are focused on the road. I guess he only hangs out with Scott because he pays him the most for his lazy free lance photographing.

"Oh Adam," Roman pops his head in the front from the back, the smell of alcohol lingers on his breath. "We are going to my parents country house so make a little detour."

Of course a country house, I forgot Roman comes from old money. His country house is huge and not just a house, it's a fucking mansion in the country. Big forests surround it.

We get to the place and go up the long driveway.

"Jesus this place is nice." Scott says staring out the window.

The guys drunkenly stumble out of the van laughing.

"C'mon babe." Scott takes my waist in his.

"This really is the perfect after party house." I say as more cars pull up, music blasting.

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Dozens of people fill the old rich place making the bottom floor hot and loud.

I'm standing with Scott while he talks to some fans, getting all the attention.

"Hey I'm gonna go find the bathroom." I tell Scott before walking off.

I decide to go upstairs to avoid a crowd, up here is quiet except for the muffled sound of moaning through the locked bedrooms.

I definitely feel the vodka from the club and everything else I've been drinking since I got here, I stumble around the halls looking for the bathroom. I hear Scott's voice down the next hallway- maybe he's looking for me.

I turn the corner and see Scott with some blonde chick and belly button piercing. What the fuck?! I thought to myself.

My mouth slowly opens in shock, fuck me...Adam was right.

"I told you"

The voice from behind me makes me jump around and gasp.

"Jesus Christ Adam!" Adam was standing behind me and he too saw Scott taking some other girl into a bedroom.

"What the fuck.." I catch my breath.

"I told you your not special, you believe me now?"

I don't look at him and just look away frustrated.

"What does it matter.."

"I told you, your not special and your no better than me." He stares down at me.

"I fucking know, what do I do." I shouldn't have drank as much as I did now I'm emotional and I can feel tears pooling in my eyes. I Look down.

"Find a better boyfriend I guess." Adam shrugs and keeps walking down the hall. Leaving me feeling stupid for thinking Scott could really like me and not just think of me as a good fuck. Truthfully I did like him a little more than just wanting a good music opportunity.

Fuck, I'm such an idiot. But Scott's an Asshole anyway I've always knows I've deserved betters. Fuck him.

I finally find a bathroom in a bedroom. I wipe a few tears away not knowing what to do now, Scott is the only person I'm here for so what else do I do?

I walk out of the bedroom and stumble my way down the halls to the living room where a shit load of people are drinking and dancing with music blasting. Scott is no where to be seen.

I walk into the darkness outside for some fresh air. The cold night air is freezing making me rub my hands over my arms. I sit down on the front step and put my head into my hands.

"Ughh" I groan to myself, I'm a mess.

"Hey need a ride." It's Adam from inside the van.

Huh?

#adam stanheight #saw 2004 #scott tibbs #adam faulkner stanheight #adam stanheight x reader #leigh whannell

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rosemaryandarsenic · 2 years

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HI if you need anymore gareth requests perv!gareth is always infiltrating my mind!!!:!:! (obviously NSFW)

-constantly stealing your panties, most of the time he can’t even wait till he’s home and has to jerk off in his car with them (he keeps them in a box under his bed and is so nervous everytime you come over that you’ll find them.)

-LOVES taking photos of you, you always assumed it was innocent but didn’t realize the reason he kept taking more was because he ruined the old ones…

-you stole one of his flannels once and wore it to school thinking it’d annoy him, he had to jerk off in the bathroom twice that day and the entire time he just kept thinking about fucking you in it. leave hickies all over you so everyone knew how dirty you were for him.

-whenever he sleeps over he can barely control himself, in your sleep you always seem to roll over and spoon yourself onto him and he becomes a mess beneath you. you could just be laying your head on his chest, but the smell of your perfume and the way you look so relaxed would send him overboard. he’d be a flushed horny mess, stroking your hair lightly while stroking himself.

-always hced that he’d blush super easy, and just the sight of you bending over to pick something up would leave him bright red.

(i’m sorry this is more of a rant then a request, i get super excited ab this stuff n just love him sm!!😭)

THANK YOU! I am so glad you also like perv!gareth, I've been thinking about doing some HC's for him ahhh. I LOVE him, and these are all so spot on. If you don't mind I have some thoughts about how the reader would be JUST AS PERVY lol. Like they start to catch on that he's like this but they don't say anything because they want to see how long they can make him squirm before he confesses.

Not too long ago I had this fem!reader blurb idea so here you go:

Gareth likes to keep one particular photo of you in your cheer/dance uniform above his bed. It's not necessarily for JUST pervy activities, sometimes he just likes to lay there and look at you. It's taped up, underneath a band poster so that no one else knows it there. One day you go into his room without him to grab something you left and the pin holding up one corner of the poster has fallen out, so you can kind of see under the poster. You decided to snoop and realize it's a picture of you, so instead of saying anything you pin it back up. Later in your own room, you take a polaroid of yourself in the same position of the photo - except you're wearing just your cheer skirt and bra. Next time you're over at his house you swap out the photos under the poster and don't say a word. The next time he see's you, he keeps turning red and getting all flustered. You know he won't ask about the picture but he also knows you know about it because who else would?! Eventually, he lets you know he likes you, and you talk about it, but right now - you two get to share your pervy little secret ahhh

After the flannel incident, the reader keeps stealing his clothes, his flannels, or his hoodie. Maybe you ask if you can borrow some and just "forget" to give them back so you can keep wearing them at school. It starts with just shirts but then you steal a pair of PJ pants and wear them without underwear. There are also a few times where you have to change at his house because you messed up your clothes and have to wash them, so you walk out in a pair of his boxers and his T-shirt. It drives him CRAZY.

When he sleeps over you intentionally wear cut-up shirts that show off your body or short shorts.

If yall are neighbors, your windows would line up like in the movies. You start leaving your window open all the time, waiting to change until you know he's in his room or stretching in front of the window. Wearing super exposing stuff to bed, or maybe just sleeping naked but leaving the lights off so no one can really see you except the person who knows how to look. He tells himself it's in poor taste to look but he can't help himself, can't get the idea out of his head of you sleeping naked so closely.

You've known Gareth for a long time, so you also know what makes him horny lol. That means you wear thigh-high socks or fishnets when you're around him. You're a waitress, and he comes in to see you at work so you always make sure to drop something near his table or where he's standing so you can bend over and let him see you do it. We all know he's got an oral fixation lmao so imagine always sucking on a lollipop around him or asking to get ice cream. He always lets his melt too fast so you "catch" it and lick it off his hand. You always ask him to check if your lipstick is smudged off and hold your face really close so he can check.

You're always asking him to grab your keys out of your back pocket because your hands are full, ignoring the way he uses it as an excuse to feel your butt. When you're in crowded places together, you always stand in front. There have been several times at concerts where you get shoved back into him and just stay there. If seating options are limited in car rides then you ALWAYS make sure you end up sitting on his lap.

This is innocent on your end, but you always play with his hands. You don't realize it's doing anything, you just want to be close to him, but he thinks about it for hours after. He likes to imagine the feeling of your soft hands EVERYWHERE.

You kind of Pavlov dog him, conditioning him to associate certain smells with things. You know he jerks off with lotion in his room so you leave one of your more fragrant kinds like a strawberry-scented one. He uses it for a few weeks, not thinking about it until you wear the same scent when you're hanging out and he can't stop thinking about you giving him a handie. This happens frequently whenever you wear the same scent.

He puts scary movies on during movie night so you'll hide in his arms when you get scared. It's cliche but it works, he also likes to hear you beg when you don't want to watch one that night.

The only thing better than perv!gareth is boyfriend perv!gareth, who likes to whisper the vilest, obscene things in your ear to make you blush. He's unprepared when you do it back, or worse when it's just the two of you and you re-enact something he says. Once he jokingly called himself daddy and later that night you walked out in just your underwear and said, "Somebody missed daddy today." Nearly takes him out.

Modern!Gareth would get a text every day about what underwear you're wearing underneath your clothes, he knows if he doesn't get one, you aren't wearing any.

#gareth emerson #gareth the great #gareth smut #rosemaryandarsenic rants

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crmsnmth · 1 month

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September Sky Chapter One, Part 5

I stepped into that tiny room and grabbed a clean pair of black pants out of my dresser, and a Hellraiser t-shirt out of the closet and headed back out and down to the shower.

Our place wasn't all that big but I wouldn't call it small either. From our porch (which for some reason had a very comfortable couch on it), you entered into a very neglected living room. I cannot recall a single time I saw any of us use it. My room was directly off the living room. A small hall led down to the kitchen and bathroom. Dennis and Tom's rooms were off the hallway. At the back of the kitchen was another door that led outside into an alley. And down to the basement, and up to the apartment above. Downstairs in the basement was a washer and dryer that either Tom or Dennis had set up, making laundry exponentially cheaper.

I flicked the bathroom fan before turning on the shower. I take very hot showers, the kind that will turn your skin bright reds and pinks. So I need the fan to suck the steam out of the room. Especially because for once I wanted to use the mirror and take care of the way I looked. Something I rarely cared all that much about.

Usually, I take long showers. I enjoyed the warming comfort that only a hot shower can provide. But today, I didn't have the time. As I washed my hair, the intrusive thoughts began there wonderful attack. What if she doesn't show? I mean, I couldn't really blame her if she bailed. It would certainly suck, but I'd probably respect her for the move. I mean, she now has all day to think if getting coffee with a stranger who dresses like the dead was worth the risk. I mean, this was 2012. There's some sick people out there. Still, a part of me deep down really was hoping she'd take the actual risk. And there really was only one way to find out which way she was going to go.

I was done in about ten minutes, dressed and ready. I stood staring into the mirror, making sure my bi-colored hair was perfectly in place, and not the rat's nest it usually was. There was nothing more I could do, so I checked my phone and headed back to my room to rest again. It was only 2:34 which gave me plenty of time, but it felt like I had no time.

So I did what I normally do. Distraction. At least for an hour. The only problem was that every distraction I had, I didn't have any interest in. My anxiety was winning on this one, letting its black tendrils reach deep into my brain and forcing intrusive thoughts and panic to bite slowly around my nerve endings.

I sat on my mattress and decided to check my messages on Facebook. I only had one, and that was pretty normal. The only person I really talked to was my best friend, Chad. We didn't really see each other that much since I moved to Milwaukee. Before I had moved, him and I were almost always together. I can't think of a day where we didn't end up hanging out, usually in front of a Speedway Gas Station. Like some kind of punk Jay and Silent Bob.

We did try, and thanks to the miracle of the internet, we were able to keep our friendship alive and well. Being able to talk to someone with instant video messaging is an amazing thing that I really think we all take for granted just a little too much. Be it a message on Facebook, a late night gaming session, or a Skype Call. There was always a way.

CHAD: Hey, one of these weekends, Alana wants to meet up and show us some bar in Walker's Point. I think it's Sabbatic or something like that. She said it was, in her words, "totally you guys." Can you geta Saturday off? And if so, can I crash at your place? If Alana is right we both know how that will go.

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froggo-man · 3 months

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What Kept them

1-2

Chapter 1

Going on a trip

This was made multiple years ago, I am actively trying to continue it.

The pictures in this are from Google and I can't find the original photographer. I'm saying this as to not take credit for them.

There will be a lot of cuts since I was lazy with writing back then.

Hope you all enjoy it like the first one.

I will fix a few wordings to fit my new writing style.

(Back then I thought it would be easierif i gave the visuals of the rooms instead of ppl having to worry about both what the room looked like and what their characterlooked like in oke go, so i just looked up the pictures, if you all don't like the pictures then I can cut them out for the next part. )

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I kept all the simple explanations too.

(This is your home)

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I open my eyes slowly, a bright light shining gently warming my (s/c) skin and casting the room in a orange glow.

(I don't have a sunrise version of the room bc I'm getting all these pictures from Google but I'm sure you all have some good imagination)

I sit up from my position on my (f/c)ed bed and stretch, letting the blankets slide down and pool around my waist. Wiping away the remaining bits of drowsiness that hung tight to my eyelids.

I pull the covers off my frame and move to a sitting position at the side of my bed. All that is on my mind has been washed away by the warm sunlight pouring itself into my room, from the large window opposite of my position on the bed, and onto my backside.

'I must of left the curtains open... Oh well'

I thought to myself as I stand and steady myself from my siting position. Walking past the end of my bed and to the far left corner of my room, pull out my drawer and pick an outfit for the day.

(I chose a Gender neutral aesthetic from cottage-core bc it fits me but you all can do as you please, idrc. Also either way you are going to need a bag.)

(No you haven't changed into the clothes yet)

After I picked out something to wear I headed to the bathroom, right next to my room.

Placing the outfit on the counter and slid open the glass door to the shower turning on the water to start a warm stream. After taking of my night clothes, I step into the warm shower and close the glass door so that none of the cold air outside of the shower can enter.

(No shower scene for you))

Time skip

Turning off the water and grabbing the (f/c) towel from off the hanger, I pat myself down a bit then wrap the towel around myself, and stepping out of the shower.

After I'm completely dry and clothed, I brush my teeth then head out into the hallway once more, walking all the way down the hall and down the stairs I find myself at the archway to the kitchen.

There I see a male figure, about 6'2, hazel eyes, short curly black hair that travels to his beard the same consistency as the hair on his head, peach completion shaded Orange from the sunlight. He's wearing a red and black plad flannel shirt with black jeans and black leather boots.

He is standing over the stove with a pan in his hand and two plates staked with pancakes as he moves to plate the pancake he had just completed.

"G'Mornin Brenden," I say, as I head to the cabinet and take out two glasses.

"Morning," Brenden says with a cheerful, deep voice. I walk over to the fridge and take out the milk, I fill one glass with milk while Brenden takes the plates to the table and comes back to grab anything that can be added as toppings (idk what y'all like on your pancakes). I head to the table as Brenden comes back to the table with (You favorite Toppings/ F/T), syrup and butter and his cup now filled with orange juice. We settled down and start eating our breakfast.

"So, how did you sleep?" Brendan asked, popping a cut peace of pancake in his mouth.

"I stayed up most of the night, I'm glad I got any sleep at all" I huff with a laugh, downing half of the milk in my glass

Brendan groaned lightly, "If you had a rough night I would of made waffles instead" he said looking slightly worried.

"Nah, no need for the goods, I'll be fine," I laughed lightly (aka pushing air out the nose bc who laughs now and days).

"Alright," Brenden said smiling slightly swallowing down the rest of his food, "Do you have any plans for today," he says looking up to me.

"I was thinking we could visit my grandma, she called me a week ago asking if I could stop by sometime this month, she was thinking about renovating a few rooms in that big ol' house of hers," I say as I finish my food as well picking up my plate and cup and heading back to the kitchen to clean the used dishes.

Brendan fallows with his used dishes and helps me load them, along with the other discarded dishes left in the sink, into the dish washer, "Sounds fun I guess,"

"Totally," I say, "We can head out now if we want to get there early," I say as more of a suggestion than a statement.

"Can you call her to see if she will allow us to say a few days while we help her? It would be pointless to waist gass traveling back and forth just to renovate some rooms. I can hurry and pack some cloths for like a week," Brenden asked as he pointed a thumb in the direction of upstairs were our rooms are held.

"Sure, I'll give her a call and we can get everything situated," I say wipping my hands off on a towel.

(You called your grangran and she said it was fine for you and your friend to stay over for as long as you both would like, you got packed and loaded into the car now youve driven to a far off village. You and Brenden get to your gran's house anv that's were we will pickup)

(This is Grammy's place) ((I would want to live there))

(This is the Brenden's car, I'm putting yours in the shop for no reason 👀)

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Stepping out of the truck, picking up my duffle bag that I kept in the front with me I head up the walkway to the front gate. Brenden fallowing along with his own duffel bag and both of suitcases.

Ringing the doorbell, we stand on the porch patiently. Seeing the figur of my grandmother getting closer to the door through the window. The moment my grandmother has the door open, she is quick to hug me, "Oh hello, my grand baby," my grandmother says as she hugs me tightly. "It's good to see you, and I see you came with your friend," she lets go of me then raps Brenden in a hug in which he returns.

"Hello Mrs. (Grandma's last name (G/L/N))" Brenden says as I laugh at the image of Brenden, a big burly guy, giving my grandmother, a 5'6 lady. Once they have separated, my grandma thurns to usher us inside.

"Come now, it's quite late, and I expected you both to be here later so I got a room ready for you both," she says heading straight up the stairs, with me following code behind and Brenden, after closing the door, hurrying after us.

My grandma leads us down the hall, around the left corner, and to the far end door, she opens it to reveal a neat set-up.

"Uh, grandma, cans you prepare another room?" I ask softly slightly closing in on myself.

"Why" she asked looking at me with slight consern, the look quickly turning into a stern look, "You two aren't fighting, are you?"

"No! Me and Brenden are cool, it just that we aren't together," I say lightly laughing when her face turned into one of shock and understanding.

"OH, then yeah sure, you should have told me," she steps out of the room and goes tward a room three doors down the hall at the right side. "One of you can stay in here, it's a little smaller, but I'm sure it will do fine,"

"I'll stay in that one, (Y/N) you can have this room," Brenden says as he takes his suitcase to his room after putting mine at the end of the bed.

"Alright, I'll unpack quickly so we can talk about the renovations," I lay my duffel bag across the side of the bed and start to take out my main necessities, placing my laptop on the side drawer and going to the rooms bathroom.

I placed my (f/c) towels on the rack and my toothbrush in the small cup at the side of the sink. Leaving the bathroom I unpack my suitcase into on of the drawers next to the bed.

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After I finished unpacking I go to the sitting area where my grandma is waiting with some sweets and dinks for me and Brenden, as I sit down on one of the seats Brenden comes in and settles down as well.

"Since it's so late I won't have you two do anything, you've been on the road for most of the day so I'll let you rest for today," Grandma says, taking a sip of her plain bitter tea.

"Thanks Mrs.(G/L/N)," Brenden say taking a bite of a strawberry cheesecake tart.

"Oh please call me (grandma's name(G/N)), or grandma like my grand kids does," she said folding got hands over her lap, smiling at him.

Brendan nods, still chewing on the tart.

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(How long is this story? The day continues, you and Brenden get further more settled in and used to the halls and rooms, you all meet in the dining room for dinner then head to your separate rooms to shower and get some shut eye.

Drink some water)

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Chapter 2

Plans for the weekend

This one is shorter

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I slowly open my eyes to the calm light of the morning sun peaking into the room through the curtains. I sit up and grab my phone from off of the side desk and turning it on,

6:43am

It's quite early so I decide to lay back down to sleep. As I'm getting comfortable under the covers once more I hear the slight squeek of the door opening.

A few seconds later there is a weight the appears at the end of the bed, I turn to see what it was, finding my grandma's cat, Gideon.

(These are big house cats)

He struts up to my head and sits himself onto the pillow next to my head, then sits to look me in the eye.

"You want me to feed you, don't you?", I get a purr in return making me sigh.

"Fine," I throw the cover from off of me and hop out of the bed, "why couldn't you have just asked gam-ma, she would give you extra pets" I try to negotiate with Gideon for him to go to My grandmother instead of me, yet the only response I get in return is him hopping off of the bed gracefully and going to wait for me at the door.

Groaning, I trudge out of my room, down the hall to the stair case, and down to the kitchen.

(Think of your own grandma's kitchen I'm sleepy)

I make my way to the bottom cabinet near the entrance, opening it and grabbing one can of soft cat food.

I open the can and dump the goop into Gideon's food tray, taking his water fountain and refilling the purifier. 'Dang spoiled brat' I place the small fountain back next to the food tray.

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(Shower & changed. You in the living room talking about the renovations and all that crap)

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"Oh and I was playing on making the right wings bathroom into just a single room bathroom, and we could have the bathroom at the cross hall be the main bathroom," Grandma rambled on excited to start on the new reservations.

"What if more than one person has to use the bathroom? We might not want to change that one... Plus half the rooms already have bathrooms you don't need more," I spoke blandly, looking at the notes of what she wanted renovated, moved, or thrown out, and scribbled the idea out after she agreed.

#male reader #gn reader #old writing #wattpad #gender nuetral reader #m!reader #gn!reader #female reader #fem!reader #ftm #mtf #magic #froggo writes #reqs open #send asks

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illumins · 5 months

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CHAPTER NINE

Beginning Change

This dream felt like poison, searing beneath her skin, burning through every cell and molecule. She reached out, desperate to escape, but her body remained anchored, trapped in the torment. Her voice, silenced. Sora felt like a caged bird in flames, the roaring fire muting her screams.

Images invaded her mind—some bloody and grotesque, others steeped in sorrow and despair. One portrayed a man in torn, bloodied clothes, a scar snaking across his face from forehead to jaw, yelling futile cries as he struggled against chains. But these terrifying visions dissipated as fear fought to reclaim her consciousness. Her soul felt ablaze, embers igniting along her body.

In an unwanted moment, she was thrust into a vision of a woman, not pleading for her own life but for another's. Sora felt the agony as if it were her own, drowning in tears, suffocating amidst a world awash in red. Brunette hair turned jet black from dried blood, a white gown tattered and soiled. '’Please, spare him. Even in death, I'll surrender my soul to the inferno if you let him live.’ The woman's wails echoed in her own throat, tearing at her being. ‘'NO!’ The final cry echoed, plunging her into darkness.

“NO!”

Sora jolted awake, sheets tossed in disarray, one leg entangled while the other dangled off the bed. Her chest heaved with the same fear that gripped her in the dream. Were they dreams? They felt too real to be mere dreams. Her hand reached from her stomach to her throat, fingers brushing sore spots, traces of night sweats dampening her hair.

A shower might help. Grabbing a discarded towel, she weakly made her way to the bathroom—a modest space with the usual amenities. With trembling hands, Sora removed her sweatpants, feeling the cool air against her skin. Gazing at her reflection, a sense of unease gnawed at her. They're just nightmares. Anyone can have them. Calm down… She turned on the shower, watching the mirror fog up until her reflection became a blur. Before stepping behind the curtain into the warm water, she noticed a spot of bright red on her reflection, trailing from her nose to her lips. A nosebleed? Wiping it away, she stared at the stain on her finger. I've never had nosebleeds. The memory of a conversation from four years ago at the hospital resurfaced, a conversation about potential future health issues.

Sora rejected the frightening thought. It can't be. I knew it was a possibility, but not now… Fearing the worst, she looked away from her reflection, stepping into the warm water to wash away the haunting thoughts.

Her shift at the café began in the afternoon, affording Sora more time than usual to assist her grandmother.

The shower had eased the night's tension that weighed heavily on her head and shoulders. As she moved, her limbs trembled at every step, yet with each movement, strength returned. Sitting by her grandmother's bedside, her fingers traced the contours of her face. Nana used to do this for her, sharing the love Sora had lacked. Memories from the past resurfaced.

“I wonder sometimes if I should remember…”

As her grandmother drifted into sleep, Sora's phone buzzed in her pocket. Heading to her room to get dressed, she saw a text from Mark proposing a day out by the lake. Without hesitation, she agreed and prepared for the day.

An hour passed since their plan. The thought of seeing Mark shifted her focus from the morning's turmoil to complete bliss. She admired herself in a white flowy romper dress, donning a cardigan for the incoming winter. She texted Areum to take care of her Nana but found herself too busy, so she asked Sicheng for the favor, and he agreed. The assurance that her grandmother would be cared for eased her mind.

As she locked the door, a grey car pulled up. Through the passenger seat window, she saw Mark's bright smile that always melted her. He was clad in all black, exuding charm. With excitement, Sora hurried towards the car, feeling his gaze on her.

“What?” she asked.

Shyly, Mark straightened himself and drove off, “Nothing, you look beautiful in white.”

Sora pursed her lips, fighting the urge to grin widely. Her heart raced, her cheeks flushed, but she kept her composure. Next to her, she heard him chuckle, his attention on the road as he hummed.

“What?” His grin slipped out.

“Nothing, just focus on the road,” Sora said seriously but with a gleam of delight in her eyes.

Mark parked outside the park, a medium-sized lake at its center, inviting for those seeking a leisurely swim. Stepping out into the winter breeze, Sora adjusted her wool cardigan, relishing the frigid air that made her fingers numb yet felt as fresh as mint. In the midst of a season that seemed lifeless, she found herself invigorated. Mark, already halfway in, stood waiting, hands in his pockets, his eyes exuding warmth. Jogging to meet him, Sora took a moment to absorb the surroundings—minimal trees, cut grass, a gravel path, and benches. The usually lively lake lay deserted, its waters shimmering like an ocean of diamonds moved by gentle waves.

Unbeknownst to her, Mark once again found himself captivated by the girl, his gaze lingering on her behind parted lips. He discerned a heaviness behind her cheery smile, visible when they shared moments of silence. Wondering if this was a constant behavior or a recent development, he snapped out of his thoughts when he noticed her catching his stare.

“Is something wrong?” Sora shyly inquired.

Sighing, he glanced at her hands, withdrawing one from his pocket to intertwine with hers. “Let's go, we still have four hours to kill.”

Nodding, she followed, her excitement apparent in every step, perhaps even skipping along the way.

They reached the lake's edge, a gentle descent into the water surrounded by rocks and plants. As they stood there, admiring the glistening view, Sora heard Mark draw in a deep breath. Observing him, she watched as he glowed like the moon, a captivating presence. His black hair took on a dark gold hue from the reflecting lake, his chest rising and falling with every calm breath, eyes closed in contemplation.

“Your eyes will burn if you don't blink,” Mark advised with closed eyes, still gazing toward the water.

Flustered, Sora covered her face, apologizing, “Sorry.”

This time, Mark laughed and looked down at her. “Don't feel bad.”

Despite his assurance, regret crept into her mind. He probably thinks I'm weird. Oh god. Sora mentally facepalmed, but outwardly, she stared into the water, still hiding her face from him.

Suddenly, two arms wrapped around her waist, lifting her off the ground. Instinctively, she held onto the playful boy, looking down at him with confusion and a reddened face. He flashed his signature smile.

“You were too in your thoughts.” Without warning, Mark headed into the cold lake, teasingly starting slow as if to gauge Sora's reaction. Realizing his plan, she began to squirm, the prospect of cold water leaving her frozen in worry.

“Relax, the water isn't as cold as you think.”

“Yeah? Then how come there's no one in it, Mark?”

“Well, we're going in anyway,” he smirked.

“Mark, I swear—” Sora playfully threatened, but he cut her off, now at the water's edge.

“What? Tell me, Miss Sora, what will you do?” he laughed.

For a moment, they locked eyes. She above him, he smiling mischievously. This provoked a chuckle from her, and that was all Mark needed. With her in his arms, he ran into the lake, loud splashes echoing through the quiet park. The moment the water touched her, Sora shuddered and yelped.

“Holy crap!” Instead of resisting his grip, she clung tightly, trying to absorb his warmth.

In return, he held onto her as they both started feeling the sting of the freezing water. “Shit, it's cold,” he said, letting out shivering laughs. When the water reached mid-thigh, Mark decided they had ventured far enough and let her go. Sora moved a couple of feet away, her breaths long and heavy as she tried to control her freezing body.

Damn it, Mark. He continued to watch her with amusement, hugging himself. Sucks to be cold, huh? With swift hands, Sora started splashing water at him, and in return, he retaliated. Exhausted, both from the cold water and the effort, they continued their playful duel.

Unable to endure it any longer, Sora raised her hands in defeat. “Stop! Stop! You win, damn it. I'm too cold and drenched to continue.”

With her hair damp and clinging to her face, Mark heaved in exhaustion, laughing at the pouty girl. He reached out for her arm and pulled her toward him, enveloping her in warmth. Instinctively, she moved her arms between them, shielding themselves from the open, cold air.

The moment lingered, quiet yet filled with tension. Even though he's holding me, he doesn't know how crazy my heart is going now. Resting her forehead on his chest, Sora counted down from a hundred, hoping to calm herself.

He was the first to break the silence. “Sora... can I kiss you?”

Her breathing hitched. If she was cold before, now she was frozen. How do I respond?

“Sora?” He called out to her quietly.This time, she lifted her head from his chest and looked up at him, seeing the worry in his eyes. He probably thinks he made me uncomfortable. It took her another second until she knew her answer. I don't have to say anything… Instead, Sora smiled, and with that, she watched as his face transformed from worry to delight. Holding tightly to her, he leaned down and planted the softest kiss, one that melted the cold.

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nancypullen · 3 months

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Snowy Sunday Morning

It's a brisk 25 degrees outside and the sky is bright, cornflower blue. Sparkling snow is still blanketing my little world and it's absolutely beautiful. I'm keeping the birdfeeders full and putting out corn for squirrels. It delights me when they visit, and hopefully it helps them. Right now there are cardinals, blue jays, sparrows, chickadees, juncos, and more - all flitting around and filling their tiny bellies. Even better, the neighborhood cats are staying indoors during this cold snap so the birds aren't risking their lives at our feeders. That's actually an issue. You know I'm a cat lover, my two girls are precious to me. But my cats are indoor cats. I'd love to have a screened porch that would allow them to be out but not out . There ae two cats that live a couple of houses down, I call them Stanley and Leslie, who spend a lot of time hanging around our bird feeders and occasionally getting lucky. I hate that. I know that the cats are just being cats, but I also know they have food bowls at home. If they were eating to survive I'd close my eyes, hum "Circle of Life" and make my peace with it. Sadly, Stanley and Leslie are just serial killers who love the thrill. I don't know how to stop it. Everything I read says that the only solution is to remove the bird feeders. I really, really don't want to do that. Having that little bit of wildlife in the backyard keeps me sane. I neeeeed it. Remember our wonderful Willie in Mt. Juliet? He was our timeshare cat and I loved him so. He never bothered birds. We had feeders in the front and back and we were even lucky enough to have nesting pairs in our trees every spring. House finches nested in the ferns hanging on the front porch. Honestly, that always seemed kind of dumb to me because they'd panic every time we came in or out the front door. There were acres of woods behind us and they thought the porch was their best option? Anyway, my point was that Willie never bothered the birds (probably because he ate at several houses each day) so I've never had to solve this problem. How do I convince the neighbor's cats to stay home? I could anonymously gift the neighbor with a bird feeder. They don't appear to have one which means they probably don't want one. Any suggestions are welcome. In other news, I should probably address my last blog post. I hope it didn't seem negative. I like my job at the library, and my coworkers truly couldn't be nicer. I have no plans to leave, I'm not a quitter (unless it's a diet, I quit one of those every week). But I'll be honest and say that the thought of not being able to travel is a big deal to me. I'm 60, my clock is ticking, I want to see and do so much before I can't see and do anymore. Given a choice between this job and traveling the world with Mickey, I think we all know what I'd choose. I'll cross that bridge when I come to it, hopefully there's a solution for that too.

Today I need to make a pot of soup, wash my hair (it's a process), and ready my clothes for the coming week. Yesterday I cleaned like I was hired help and the house looks and smells wonderful. Mickey kept things tidy all week, but they don't have our internal check list, ya' know? Wipe Baseboards, wipe the cupboards down, clean the glass, swish the toilet bowls and clean the seats, wipe all the sinks, spray the bed linens, and so on. It's a never-ending list that I'd work my way through over a period of days. Wednesdays were always bathroom cleaning days, Thursdays were laundry and baseboards, etc. Now I'm cramming that all into a day. Ugh. Women do a lot of invisible work. There I go, complaining again. That's not who I want to be. Aren't I lucky I have a home to clean? Yep. On a positive note, I've just started doing wall pilates. I don't know if it's for old people or everyone, but it feels so good. I do a few simple moves, no doubt there are much harder levels than what I'm doing, but gosh, I feel so loose and stretched afterward. I do my little morning walk and then about fifteen minutes of wall pilates. I'm not setting any records, but it sure feels good. My word for 2024 is power, I feel like this is a move in that direction too. Can't embrace your power if you're tired and weak, right? Alright, I'm going to get busy. I've got soup to make and a week to prepare for...Monday is looming! I think my days off this week are Friday and Sunday, so that's not going to be fun. Better start it off right by getting ready today. I hope that this coming week is good for you. I hope that something unexpected delights you. I hope that you have at least one bout of laughter that brings you to tears. I hope that you have a delicious meal. I hope that someone makes you feel appreciated. More than anything, I hope you have peace. Stay safe, stay well. XOXO, Nancy

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sunghoonalter-archived · 2 years

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[3:48am] jay park

there's only two curse words lmao but very fluffy

it feels way too real. there you are, watching your boyfriend have such unspeakable things done to him, you want to scream as he is unable to but only silence came out of your mouth. he was taken from you, ripped away from your hold but you were only holding air. you try running towards him but to no avail, your legs just wouldn't move. you feel tears running down your face but none fall. everything seems so frightening and heartbreaking.

but you shake yourself awake, panting in cold sweat. the whimpering in your sleep activated real tears. you look next to you, wanting to cuddle him only to see he wasn't there. your brain goes into immediate panic as you lose your breath.

you quickly hop out of the bed, crying, thinking the worst.

"Jay!!" you scream out. your brain scrambling as you call out one more time to see him hurry out of the bathroom.

"What, what is it?" he asks with confusion and concern. he holds onto your shoulders before pulling you into his arms when he sees your tears. he gently strokes your hair as you begin to cry.

"I thought you got kidnapped and tortured and died," you sob into his shoulder to which he lets out a small snicker. "It's not funny, I thought someone hurt you!"

"It was just a nightmare," he moves you away to look at your crying face. he smiles gently as if talking to a child. "Hey, look at me," he says as he holds your chin oh so delicately. "No one can take me away from you."

you nod, scurrying back into his arms, wrapping your arms around his waist. he felt so comfy and warm. he made you feel like you were at home in his arms, and to have your home taken away would break you.

you sigh with comfort as you nuzzle your head in his chest. "Well, it's obvious you can't sleep just yet," he says, fiddling with your hair. "So how about we bake a cake?"

it was your turn to look at him with confusion. your head shoots away from him. "It's nearly four am, don't you have work later?"

"Well yeah, but my baby can't sleep," he pats your head. "So we fix that first."

"Bro, stop treating me like a baby," you smack his chest to which he winced. you widen your eyes as you try patting the spot you hit with apologies.

"We're bros now, what happened to 'sweetheart' and 'honey'?" he laughs as he moves your hand away. "Bros don't rub each other's boobs."

you tsk as you move away completely. "Now go wash up, I'll wait for you in the kitchen," he says as he moves his head towards it.

"Wait, you're serious?"

he looks around the room, looking at a particular corner as if he were talking to a camera. 'Is she for real right now?' he looks back at you. "Yes, I'm serious, now go wash up, you smell like cold nightmare sweat."

you purse your lips as you watch him walk away. you wrap your arms around yourself as you carefully walk into the room. who knows what kind of scary things are hidden in the dark, waiting to take either you or jay.

you grab the first t-shirt and sweatpants you can get your hands on and scurry out of the room, going to the bathroom. you left the door unlocked in case anything happened. jay wasn't one to barge in but would without hesitation if he needed to.

the shower was quick yet somehow refreshing. how jay seemed to know what would calm you down, you had no idea but you were so lucky you nabbed him before anyone else could. 'God how perfect he is,' you thought every time you looked at him.

as you step out of the bathroom and into the kitchen, you seemed surprised at the baking ingredients sitting on the counter and perfection incarnate standing next to it with bright eyes and an even brighter face.

"Ready, my little baker?" he laughs as he holds his hand out. you take his hand, laughing just as much. he turned you around to wrap an apron around you.

"Where's your apron?" you ask as you turn to face him, wanting to tie his. "Don't need one, you mess on yourself more than I do."

you mutter little sounds of annoyance as you turn back to the ingredients in front of you. "So what are we baking?" you ask, as he wraps his arms around you, leaning his head on your shoulder. "I don't know, I just wanted to spend a little time with my angel," he mumbles as his hold tightens just a little bit.

you giggle softly. "Wow, you sure know how to make a girl feel special," you say as you reach for the flour. "I have a PhD, wanna see it?"

"That sounds a little too suggestive, Jongseongie." he always rolls his eyes when you use that name. he releases you from his hold to stand next to you, knowing you were gonna fuck up whatever you made.

his instructions are clearer than crystal as he points to measuring cups and spoons. "I feel like I'm on a baking show," you say sarcastically from his stern tone.

"Well I have to be exact or el-" he's just about to finish his sentence when you turn the mixer on full blast, flour exploding in your face. his laugh echos through the kitchen as you try wiping it off.

feeling a little mischievous, you wait for the moment in his laugh when his eyes closed and, when it does, you grab a handful of flour, throwing it in his face. his laugh is replaced by yours as he narrows his eyes at you.

two can play it that game.

he grabs one of the eggs sitting in the tray and squishes it on your head, making your laughter die down with an expression of betrayal on your face. "You mother-" you grab an egg and slam it on his chest. he watches you do so, looking at you with a 'you did not just do that' expression.

you'd be surprised if anything ended up in the oven from both ingredients and laughter being thrown around but somehow there was a baking tin filled with batter in the oven.

as you bend down to look at the cake's progress, you feel hands caressing your waist before pulling you away with a light yelp escaping your lips.

jay moves you towards the flour covered counter and plops you on top of it. his lips form a small pout as his fingers tap your waist.

"What?" you place your hands on his shoulders, knowing exactly what he wants. you just can't help but get lost in his sparkly eyes, forgetting to make frosting for the cake.

"I wanna kiss you," he says with a tiny smile. "May I, my lady?"

"Of course, my good sir," your giggle only makes his smile wider as you lean down to place a small kiss on his lips, moving back with mischief on your face.

"Come on, please," he whines as he pats your waist a few more times. giving into his adorable little tantrum, you lean down to pull him closer, placing your hands on the back of his head.

you two melt into the kiss, separating your legs for him to be as close as possible. there was no way you were letting him go. there was a slight amount of heat building up as the kiss deepens with him leaning even closer to the point where you're almost laying on the counter.

you never leave each other's lips, kissing as if the other were their oxygen. it seems as though jay plans to show you how wrong that dream of yours was.

finally you pull away breathlessly, loosing your legs around his waist. "Wait," you look past him. "What about the cake?"

he tugs at your apron, completely removing it and throwing at on the floor as he hurried to the oven. a smile crept onto your face as he turned the oven off, licking his lips.

"Fuck the cake," he grabs onto your waist, pulling you back to continue that kiss, laying you down on the counter.

safe to say the ingredients thrown around the kitchen wasn't the only mess you two made on that counter.

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