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jackstheprinceofhearts · 1 year

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can i recommend another book that kinda *vaguely* has the same vibes as evajacks 🥺

belladonna by adalyn grace has me literally swooning. gothic stuff is not rly my cup of tea but i fell in LOVE with it. the fmc in this book totally reminds me of evangeline, and the love interest is snarky like jacks and cardan greenbriar combined yet inexplicably cares for his girl 🤭

If u have read it- but if u haven’t- 🤗🤗 ❤️

i've actually been thinking about reading it, i'll add it to my tbr!! :D thank you for the recommendation 💕💕💕 (and let's be honest i'm desperate for any book with similar vibes to ouabh at this point)

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ihatebnha · 2 years

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Babe you're reading Tender is the Flesh AND Verity ? You tryna be traumatized or summ 😭

(nah seriously fam are you okay ??)

jakdsasdjn i haven't even started verity yet and i'll be honest. TITF is beating MY goddamn ass!!!!!!! normally i'd be finished with something so short by now but i legit had to take a break from it and i'm almost too scared to go back....

BUT YOU'RE SO SWEET, even if the answer is yes to both things! i'm okay but absolutely traumatized!!!😍

#babe when that book said the pregnant ladies had no legs or arms... ive been thinking about it since last wednesday #at least once a day #asdfha;lsdhjklhfk #and i read horror pretty often.... so its been surprising to be this ... though provoked LOL #thought*#this is making me want to read more so im gonna do that rn LOOOL #also did u like verity?#someone told me they didnt like it so i've been kinda skeptical #so if u think it isn't worth it (esp after titf)... maybe i wont read it immediately #dunno #stupid tik tok making me buy things without research #anyway kisses to u thanks for checking in bc ive been afraid to tell ppl about it since its so scary #my mom told me not to tell her LOL #hope ur okay too if you've read both asdlkjflasdjnk #ask #anon #caitie chats

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leahazel · 2 years

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For the WIP meme: smile

[For this meme.]

My heroines smile in absolute excess, especially Verity and Corinne.

1. Corinne smiled sweetly. "There are fewer smelter workers than there were, Mulush."

2. "You're a dear," said Corinne, smiling her most honey-sweet smile, but the Dunmer was unmoved.

3. Unprompted, Ofelios’s face, painted with his insolently crooked smile, floated up from her memories.

4. Verity mustered her best smile for the task.

5. Kavita smiled subtly. "I will suggest it to him if ever he makes his appearance to us," she promised.

6. "That's very gallant of you," said Verity with a smile.

7. But it was true enough that Hyperion's presence had been a malign influence, and he seemed to find the suggestion flattering, if his knife-sharp twist of a smile was anything to go by.

8. He flashed her another half-smile. "Just doing my job."

9. "That, Princess," said Valentine with a thin smile, "is a very good question. Now, tell me, do you know where your husband is, at the moment?"

10. The stranger smiled and started to say something, then paused when he caught sight of him.

11. Fortune smiled on her and on the uncertain terms and times of the sail from Jiyel to Hise, and the ship was drawing into a wide, beautiful, natural harbor just as the sun was sinking below the horizon.

12. Penny tried in vain to hide a smile behind her lace-gloved hands.

13. And every day, it grew harder and harder to keep a sincere smile on her face.

14. Lord Otto looked taken aback, but his father merely quirked a smile.

#asks #awaylaughing #memes #writing #wips #works in progress #train wreck verity #4 thru 10 are verity fics #oh i forgot to check snowfall

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masterqwertster · 26 days

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Adding a little to the "Liliana you had Choices to go home, you just didn't take them" arguments:

Liliana was with the Grim Verity first.

You know, the friendly researchers who Ludinus was having hunted down so they couldn't learn the truths about Ruidus and the Ruidusborn because that knowledge might allow them to ruin his plans. The researchers who did not want to push into dangerous, shaky territory with those powers.

Hondir, the goblin Verity guy working with Ollie and Birdie, said he last saw Liliana 12 years before Bells Hells. And Professor Kadija Sumal said Liliana came to the Grim Verity research project 10-ish years ago. That is at least half of the time Liliana was gone. That is a decade where only Liliana's own travel choices kept her from backtracking to Gelvaan to check on her family. Only her own determination to have answers kept her away.

Because you can't convince me that the Grim Verity, who was being cautious of what they were prodding, wouldn't allow Liliana to walk away to see her family. They let others back out when they became uncomfortable with the research. They let her walk away with Otohan, after all.

#mq blathers #critical role #cr spoilers #liliana temult

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emeritusemeritus · 1 month

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Rough sex with reader with both Weasley twins? Just after a hard day at Weasley Wizard Wheezes, both men are pent up with the amount of problems that had in just literally one day. This could range from a customer to you possibly trying to tease the shit out of them before fleeing away. 🤭 I hope this isn’t too big of an idea and I’ll leave the rest up to by you. 🫶

Hi Anon! Please accept this offering as a token of my appreciation 🖤 I set it at Christmas time for reasons unknown to me, mostly because I thought it would be super busy?

Warnings: SMUT. Piv, blowjobs, oral (f&m receiving) use of Angel/baby/sweetheart/princess. Slightly Dom/sub behaviours. Rough sex. Cumplay. Polyamory, kind of?

Word count: 3k (of pure smut)

Weasley's Wizard Wheezes was bursting with shoppers since the moment the doors had opened that morning, a sea of people already lined up right down the street stretching all the way down past Ollivanders. Since the moment the doors had opened, it had been non-stop work with customers who were packed in like sardines across all five floors of the shop, desperately searching for Christmas presents for their loved ones.

Although he was always thankful for the success of their business, Fred was completely exhausted and a little worn down by the relentlessness of the day.

He'd been up early, having to leave the two warm bodies in the comfy bed, and had dressed quickly, not even stopping to get a cup of tea or any breakfast and had gone straight to the office to sort out a cash discrepancy he'd noticed upon closing last night. After recounting all the gold from yesterday and revising all the paperwork, he had eventually found the accounting issue and then had to redo all the paperwork.

George turned up to help with opening the store and they'd quickly discovered that they were running low of the Peruvian instant darkness powder crystals which would be a devastating loss to their business this close to Christmas with it being one of their best sellers and the top money spinner.

Fred had once again climbed the multiple stairs to the office and had checked in the books, seeing that a shipment was actually due to arrive this week but when he looked at the number ordered, he realised the grave mistake he'd made. Instead of ordering it in individual batches like usual, he'd confused the numbers and had ordered 60 crates instead which would be a massive overbuy and therefore a massive overspend. It was imported from Peru and the cost of shipping was astronomical, so he had really made a grave mistake. Not only that but the darkness powder had a relatively short shelf life compared to some of their other products and so it could be a complete financial loss.

Running his hands over his face and through his hair, he made his way down the stairs to begrudgingly tell his twin of his error, only to realise that the store was already open and the shop was already packed with customers needing help left, right and center. He'd not taken a single break that day nor stopped for any lunch, working right through as the heavy flow of customers never dwindled. A kid had knocked over a display of wonderwitch products requiring a massive cleanup, even though the child's mother had cast a spell to prevent the rest from falling and it had fallen to Fred to clean up the mess, seeing that his twin was currently helping a large family, Verity was stuck with a line of customers at the till and their temporary Christmas staff were all dotted about busy with other tasks.

He'd thought multiple times during the day to send you an owl to ask you to help out, but he'd never actually got the chance to slip away for long enough. He knew you'd come if he asked but he also didn't want to bother you on your day off, knowing that you were spending it at the Burrow with his mum, busy making preparations for Christmas next week.

When the doors to the shop closed around 7pm and the last of the customers trailed out of the store around 10 minutes past, Fred let out a sigh of relief as he flicked his wand and cast the closing spells, locking the doors.

He couldn't even bring himself to make conversation with his twin, who in striking contact to himself was buzzing from the successful day. He trudged up the stairs, not trusting himself to apparate into the office in his exhaustion; the last thing he needed today was to get splinched because he wasn't paying enough attention.

He was nearly finished with the nightly paperwork when the door to the office creaked open and you walked through with a wide smile on your face, seeing him for the first time that day. Usually he loved to see your smile, even more so when he knew it was because of him, but after the day he'd had and the foul mood that had settled within him, the smile on your face only exasperated how he was feeling, resenting the fact that you'd had a much easier day than him.

"Hey Freddie," you said with a smile, walking over to him and hopping up on the desk. He looked dishevelled to say the least, his jacket thrown off, shirt sleeves rolled up his forearms and tie hanging loosely around his neck, clearly having been loosed hastily. He looked unbelievably hot, like his hand had been repeatedly running through his hair making that ultra sexy dishevelled look.

He hardly looked up, which you thought was strange, simply nodding his head as if to tell you that he'd heard you and acknowledging your presence. Realising he was busy, you move to hop off the desk ready to walk away, immediately feeling like you were intruding and bothering him.

"Princess wait,” he says, stopping you from walking away, casting his arm out to grab at you. He pauses when he feels your bare skin under his hand, your dress having ridden up when you climbed onto the desk. For the first time, his eyes flick up to you, specifically your bare thigh that his hand is wrapped around.

The sudden change in atmosphere seems to affect you almost instantly. His eyes are piercing, dark as they look at your skin under his hand and you don’t need to be a skilled occlumens to know exactly what is going through his mind. When his hand squeezes down on your flesh, you know exactly what he’s thinking and you can’t help but feel a little flushed with the influx of arousal that spreads through your body.

For the first time, his gaze travels across your body and up towards your face until he’s looking in your eyes. It’s tense for a moment when nothing happens until he suddenly stands from the chair, right in front of you and nudging your legs apart until they’re pulled taught either side of his hips. His tongue pokes out and wets his lips as he gazes at you hungrily and you can almost see your chest rising and falling with the sudden need to take deep breaths to calm yourself.

“Wanna be my good girl?” He says, leaning down slightly, towering over you as his hands dance along the hemline of your dress, thumbs teasing the skin of your thighs as your legs part even wider automatically. He smirks to himself, not missing the way your body always submits to him so willingly as he takes a step back. You nod, staring up at him with wide, imploring eyes awaiting your instruction.

Your gaze follows his hands as they pull away from your thighs and go straight to his belt, unlooping it, opening up his belt buckle and pulling open the buttons until he can free himself. He reaches into his underwear and pulls out his hardening cock as you watch on desperately, mouth watering at the sight.

“Suck it baby,” he says with a slight coo, “want your beautiful lips around me.”

You do as your told almost immediately, maintaining eye contact with him as you slip down off the desk so that you’re eye level with his perfect clock. Ensuring that he’s watching your every move, you timidly stick out your tongue and lock all around the head of his cock, watching closely as his eyes close on their own accord, a heavy breath falling from his lips. You take his rapidly hardening cock into your mouth seconds later, as much as you can and give one long, drawn out suck that causes him to let out a low, breathy moan. You bob up and down on his cock, running your tongue against the prominent veins underneath and try to take more and more in your mouth just like you know he likes. His hand rests in your hair but he does it to feel, not to control as gorgeous intimate moans fall from his lips, his eyes flicking between watching you and closing in pleasure.

“Well this is a sight,” you hear from behind you, making you moan against Fred’s cock. You pull off Fred’s cock, a string of spit trailing between you and his swollen member as you turn your head towards George who looks at you with a lustful gaze. You’re buzzing with arousal, being caught with a mouth full of cock, feeling so dirty by the thought.

“Princess,” Fred says, pulling your attention back to him as you slowly lick all up the sensitive underside before taking him back into your mouth.

George appears by your side in moments and begins unbuckling his own suit trousers, freeing himself and reaching down for your hand as he moves to stand beside Fred. Your hand wraps around his length and you stroke it just how he likes, feeling him harden in your hand.

Both of them moan out at the same time when you switch sides, taking George in your mouth and wrapping your hand around Fred, feasting on them both. You alternate between the twins, your hands never leaving their cocks as you give them pleasure, enjoying the glorious sounds they are unashamedly making.

As soon as you take Fred into your mouth, George slips out of your grasp and reaches for your dress, tearing at it and pulling it open until your breasts spill out, having taken off your bra the moment you got in. You gasp, feeling your nipples harden under the cold air and the feeling of being exposed and it’s mere seconds before George’s hands greedily grab at them.

Fred pulls you off his cock, his hand gently cupping your jaw as he looks at you with lust blown eyes for a second before turning to his twin who seems to have the same idea.

In a manoeuvre so slick it surprised you, Fred picks you up and exits the office with a slight slam of the door, carrying you bridal style all the way through the apartment until he places you on the bed. You watch as George steps through the doors, looking at them both eyeing you hungrily with their cocks still out and you have to bite your lip, so overwhelmingly aroused and untouched that it’s near painful.

George steps forward first, crawling up your body on the bed until he leads you into a surprisingly passionate kiss. Whilst you’re kissing George, you feel Fred reach up your dress and pull down your underwear, the wet gusset feeling heavy, drenched in your arousal. Your hips flail trying to make contact as you spread your legs, hearing Fred curse at the sight in front of him.

George pulls away and gives you a little smirk before he begins to kiss down your body, stopping to feast on your heaving chest before he carries on further and further downwards until his lips ghost over your mound.

The second his tongue laps as your heated, wet flesh you cry out, back arching in pleasure. You look down and see his eyes watching you as he feasts on your cunt, lips and tongue already working you perfectly as he sucks and slurps at your clit.

Fred appears next to you and holds out his cock for you to take back into your mouth, the angle a little awkward but your make do. It’s so sinfully dirty having one twin feasting on your cunt whilst you suck off the other one and you can’t help but feel your climax building already, so worked up.

“I don’t think so Angel,” George says, pulling away from your weeping cunt, hips undulating desperately as your climax fades. “When you cum it’s going to be on our cocks.”

Both twins pull away from you as they quickly throw off the rest of their clothes and you sit up on the bed, tits exposed in your ripped dressed waiting for them.

George gets to you first, pulling you in for a scorching kiss as his hands wander, gathering the material of your dress in his fists. It’s quick and oh so arousing when he suddenly reaches out and manhandles you, flipping you over until you’re on your front, hips high in the air for him. He pushes up the material of your dress, completely exposing you to their gaze and you bite your lip once again when you hear their breathy moans, curses and playful banter, talking about your pretty little wet cunt.

George’s cock slips between your wet lips with ease, your gasps only fuelling his desire to get inside you. The second he slips inside you cry out in ecstasy, finally feeling full just like you needed. He’s rough and sets a brutal pace almost instantly, both of you keyed up enough to take it.

“You like that Angel? You like when I’m rough with you?” His deep voice says from behind you, making your clench around him. “Mmm yeah you do, dirty girl.”

Fred slips beside you on the bed and captures your lips into a blistering kiss, his big hands squeezing at your bouncing tits, thumbs stroking over your hard nipples. You cry out about into Fred’s mouth as George shifts and gets even deeper.

“Fuuuuck that’s it baby, use me just like that, fuck yourself on me,” he cries out when you begin to meet his hard thrusts, arching your back further.

It’s dirty and messy, the feel of their hands on you, Fred’s on your tits and George’s gripping your hips tight as he controls your movements. You can feel him start to lose his tempo, thrusts getting sloppy and harder until he’s fucking you with force, no doubt watching as your ass jiggles for him.

“Fuck gonna make me cum Angel, oh fuck!” He cries out as you clench him again, making your pussy even tighter around his sensitive cock.

You reach out for Fred’s spare hand as George starts to cum, hips slamming into yours as your moans mix with George’s and echo through the bedroom. You feel like you can feel every single shot of cum filling you as George roars, his load shooting deep inside you as he continues sloppily thrusting in and out of you.

Fred gives you almost no time to recover when George pulls away breathless. He pulls you up, pulls you into a dangerously arousing kiss as he peels the useless fabric away from your frame, leaving you completely nude for him. He turns you around and lays you on the bed before slipping inside your open legs, grabbing them and throwing them over his shoulders.

You’re already oversensitive pussy burns in the most delicious way as you feel the weight of his impossibly hard cock hitting your clit. You cry out, reaching for your breasts as he devilishly taps his cock on your clit, rubbing and giving you the most delicious friction just like you need. He slips his cock inside you and you scream out, feeling him deep inside you, deeper than George had been, your body so sensitive and needy for an orgasm. He leans forward and puts his hands either side of your head, contorting you exactly as he wants you, leans down to give you a single kiss and a smirk before he draws his hips back and slams back inside you. Your whole body rocks with the movement, his pace already fast and brutal as he fucks into you for all he’s worth. It’s nasty and dirty, the mix of his brutal thrusts and teasing smirk and you claw at his back as you cry out. He curses and groans with each thrust as your pussy grips him, climax building deep in your belly.

“Fred, fuck!” You cry out, his cock staying deep inside you as he gives you short, hard thrusts, your clit rubbing deliciously on his pubic bone.

“That’s it sweetheart, fuck you’re so tight, cum for me baby, cum on me.”

Your orgasm hits you out of nowhere, his voice so arousing, his words so demanding that your body submits to him instantly. You can’t stop moaning as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm, his own rapidly approaching. His arms bulge under his own weight, a delicious sight as you canter your hips to meet his thrusts, watching as his eyes close, his face scrunching up.

“Freddie cum for me, cum Freddie!”

It’s a shock when his blistering hot cum suddenly shoots out and hits your chest, your tits covered right across to your neck and your chin. He pants, slipping back into his knees as he looks at you, so perfectly defiled and covered in his cum.

“You’re bloody perfect,” he says breathlessly with a slight laugh, the sensations overwhelming him as he looks at you. When you take a single finger and trace it across your breast, scooping up a little bit of his cum before bringing it up to your lips to suck on he looks at you in amazement, mouth contorting into a little ‘o’ shape.

“Dirty girl,” George says, making you turn in his direction, so consumed by Fred that you’d not even considered where he’d gone. He runs a warm washcloth over you, cleaning up his and his twins mess as you smile at him tiredly. “You did so well for us.”

You laze in between completely naked and free between the two equally naked bodies for a little while, your legs feeling like jelly as George strokes your hair and Fred holds you tightly.

“So did you steal us any Christmas cookies?”

“On the counter,” you say tiredly with a knowing smile.

It takes less than three seconds before both twins race out of bed and run straight towards the kitchen as you laugh at them, their very naked arses jiggling in the gentle lamp light.

#emeritusemeritus #emeritusemerituswrites #harry potter #fred weasley #fred weasley x you #fred weasley x reader #george weasley x you #fred weasley imagine #george weasley #fred weasley masterlist #george weasley x reader x fred weasley #weasley twins smut #Weasley twins x reader #smut #requests #anon answered

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see-the-divine · 8 months

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Bucky Barnes Fic Recs

Notes: Check the rules of each blog before reading please!! Enjoy 💗

All Fic Recs

One-Shots:

wallpaper by @cosmicbucky

verity by @cosmicbucky

Avenger!Reader:

almost believing by @intrepidacious

Pick Me by @buckyalpine

Fur Baby by @buckyalpine

Civilian!Reader:

Persona non Grata by @bi-disaster-yn

Pregnant!Reader:

Need more of that blue in my life by @foreverindreamlandd

Series:

AU's

New Girl by @theidiotwhowritesthings (New Girl AU)

Civilian!Reader

your hands have some good mistakes by @thenhewaswrongaboutme

Avenger!Reader

Time & Temptation by @ellemj

Wanting Game by @writingliv

#bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes drabble #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x female reader

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ms-demeanor · 11 months

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Do you have any food tips for someone with bad texture sensitivities? The texture I hate Most is anything fibrous, which is almost all vegetables, and makes me feel and seem like a fuckin 8 year old. The best thing I've found so far is removing the central stem from spinach, "deveining" it, but that takes Forever and doesn't add much verity

I do! Because I fucking *loathe* celery strings!

So for one thing, if you find stuff that has textures that irritate you it's perfectly fine to avoid those things. If the stem from spinach bothers you are there good alternatives that serve the same purpose? Is the texture of kale or chard less problematic? If there are good alternatives that serve the same purpose, use those!

For another - look at some options on prep and purchasing. Does baby spinach bother you the same way that regular spinach does? Does baby spinach at least mean chopping off less of the stem because it's softer and less stringy? That might be a good option! But also check and see if there are different methods of prepping the particular vegetable. I started liking asparagus a lot more when I learned to snap the stem at its natural breaking point instead of trimming to an arbitrary length because that gets you a lot less fiber from the plant!

And finally - Destroy The Basic Structure Of The Offending Texture. If eating raw whole spinach is super difficult for you, don't do that. Cook it until the fibers break down (steaming and boiling do this pretty well) or chop it up so tiny that it isn't noticeable (this is the only way I will eat uncooked celery) or Stick That Motherfucker In a Blender (I put spinach in my smoothies and will often use an immersion blender to smooth out textures in soups). A mandolin slicer is a good way to get extremely thin-sliced veggies if cutting things up very fine is difficult for you.

You may also find that you have a better time eating frozen or canned vegetables than you do eating fresh vegetables. That's fine! If you're limited to canned vegetables make sure to watch the sodium in the veggies, but frozen and canned vegetables are still vegetables and they're still good for you.

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st311ar · 6 months

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Protective Redson x GN! Reader

Genre: Fluff

CW: Creepers (of the human verity)

summary?: Redson is getting car-parts while you stop for food at a grocery store.

Of course, out of any night, it was Friday Redson was shopping for replacement car parts, and you were stuck grocery shopping late at night without him. You didn’t blame him, of course. The poor guy had a stained windshield that stunk like chicken broth every time it got over 80° outside. Not to mention he had to melt two full car windshields to fit his “blood fire”, as he named his prized car.

but none the less, you couldn’t not help him. Yes he was a bit of a brat here and there, but when he gets all sappy when you two were alone, it makes up for his “asshole-ness”. You can’t blame him though. Sometimes some things just get on your nerves and well…they get on his much harder.

Just as you headed into the drinks section though, you noticed a quite drunk looking individual spot you. Must be from one of the clubs down south… you think to yourself. The person dosen’t seem too drunk, but just enough you can tell they had a bit too much. You grab you Sunny’s fruit punch Gatorade and make your way out of the isle…but then the individual follows you. You think nothing of it at first, since they were drunk and all, they could just be aimlessly wondering, and coincidentally followed you…

right?

just in case, your body sends shivers down your spine, making you jitter a bit as you went to get Redson’s spicy Doritos that he really wanted.

The person proceeded to follow you again.

okay, now was the time to get nervous. You picked out Sunny’s chips, and set them In the basket, pulling out your phone to text him.

“Sunny”

“love somebody is following me”

is all you could type before you felt a hand on your shoulder, and the sickening smell of alcohol enter your lungs. You almost gagged at how strong it was.

“Scuse me, but you seem lost~” the following individual spoke In a husky tone. Oh this was not good. Now despite years of being told how to deal with such an encounter like this one, your fear has you frozen, and basically unable to do anything the second they aproached you. “Well, I’m not, thank you…” you managed to say. The drunken individual scoffed, giving a small laugh, “You sure about that sweet-cheeks?”

you internally cringed so hard it would’ve been physical In a normal setting. You figured you could try to walk away, since that was the easiest option here. But as you tried, they grabbed your shoulder again, more forcefully. “Ah-Ah-ah, where do you think you’re going sweetheart~?”

this was it. You had had it with this stupid drunk dude, and you debated punching them, right when the intercom kicked on.

sounds of fighting and arguing we’re heard, before your favorite voice kicked on over the com,

“If somebody could PLEASE get that ugly peasant off of MY girlfriend?” Redson sounded esteemdly annoyed, right as the intercom turned off, and you instantly heard running stomps from the other side of the store.

The person stopped to glare at you, and just as their fist was riled up, “YOU.” Oh sunny was fuming. You could feel the heat of his fire from over here, and that wasn’t a thing that could happen every day.

“Get your hands off of them before I come over there and burn them off for you.” He growled. The individual promptly did as followed, and stumbled over as Redson shoved them aside into the racks. He cupped your face In his hands, checking for injury “oh- Love! Love- did they hurt you?!” Well that was one hell of a mood swing. “no…” you murmured, a bit embarrassed by Sunny’s pampering.

“Come on, love. We can get groceries later…” Redson gave one last death stare to your attacker, and gently linked your arm with his.

Slowly, you both made your way to the parking garage that his truck was In. He helped you In, and shut his door behind him, letting out a dramatic sigh. “I’m so sorry love…i shouldn’t have just left you there when you could be hurt…” Redson looked oddly guilty. But then again, around you, he did soften up a bit.

“Love- no…It’s fine- it happens…” You try to reassure him, but oddly enough, her looks like he’s about to cry.

“Love if my phone wasn’t charged you’d be left alone with that- that creep!” He appeared to be trying his damndest not to cry, but it just wasn’t working, so instead, you wrapped your arms around him.

“it’s okay…love, my phone was charged…i could’ve easily called the police…” this information seemed to let sunny relax a bit, but he didn’t finish crying until about a whole five minutes later. He pulled up with a sniffle, and sighed. “Right…” he murmured. He looked out his stained windsheild, and sighed. “Well…let’s get home…aaaand I can make you some s’mores…how’s about that?” He turned to you with a slightly exited smile.

You smiled back, and turned to him, giving him a small kiss. “That sounds wonderful.”