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"Mi Matthew, I bake brownie for you," Celia excited, rushing to him as soon as he walked through the door from work, wearing the little apron he had bought for her to wear. And nothing else.

Before he even entered the house, he could already smell the scent of freshly baked goods lingering in the air. A grin spread across his face as he dropped his bag and watched his little wife appear in the hallway wearing nothing but the frilly apron he’d gotten her a day ago. As soon as she was within reach, he grabbed her and pulled her into his arms, demanding a heavy kiss from her plump lips. “You smell amazin’”, he grumbled while he kissed her neck and groped her ass. His grin widened as he looked her in the eye. “Brownies smell good too.” 


He leaned down a bit, just enough to pick her up and lift her into his arms, carrying her into the kitchen with him, where a plate full of steaming brownies was waiting on the counter. He passed them right by, despite their delicious smell, and headed for the kitchen table instead where he swiped aside all the clutter and laid her down on her back. Before she had a chance to say anything, he kissed her again, hovering over her as she lay atop the kitchen table. “I missed you so fuckin’ much”, he growled against her lips, stealing her breath with a rowdy kiss while his hands slid underneath the front of her apron and boldly groped at her chest.

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"Mi Matthew, I have nightmare... wake up," she whined, as she nudged the bulk of her husband, forcing him awake from his slumber. "I have dream *they* take me... *they* take me 'way and I pray you find me and bring me home." After she explains her nightmare, she curls up against his warm body with tears in her eyes. "You no let *them* take me, no?"

Matt let out a groggy grunt as he rolled over and opened his eyes. The lines of irritation in his face softened a bit when he saw his sleepy wife. She didn’t have to explain who ‘they’ were. Ever since they got together, it seemed the whole goddamn world had been doing nothing but trying to keep her from him. First Jean, then Heather and her father, then that clown Scott. They all had something in common though - none of them ever succeeded in keeping them apart, no matter how hard they tried. He yawned, stretching out his arm and allowing her to rest her head on his broad shoulder as she curled up against him. “I’d like ta see ‘em try, princesa”, he grinned. “No one’s takin’ my girl.”

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Celia was creative but lacked the skills and experience Mallory had in make-up, hair and clothes, and when she had finished with Celia, she looked like a completely different person. She appeared slightly older, classy and stunning, rather than the frumpy, careless and childish look she was used to. "Oh Mal-ry, how you do this?" She praised, as she stared at herself through Mallory's large vanity mirror. "I feel pretty." She got up from her seat and pranced around the room like a runway model.

Mal was usually rather liberal with the amount of colors she used in her own outfits and make up, but this time she really paid close attention to what she was doing. The clothes she picked out for Celia were soft, pastel-colored and decorated with lace. She had picked out some knee-high socks with little bunnies on them, and a big pink ribbon in her braided hair. For Celia’s make up she had also used subtle colors, mostly pink and a tiny bit of glitter. When she was done, she couldn’t take her eyes off Celia, she looked like a princess. Mal found herself speechless for a moment when Celia walked around the room to show off her new look. And to think…that dress had been in the back of her closet for ages. If only she’d known it looked so cute on Celia. “Oh, wow…you look bonita!”, she exclaimed wholeheartedly, quickly grabbing her phone to take a picture of her crush. Then she slowly lowered the phone in her hand and stared at Celia for a while longer. “Celia…I’m really happy you’re here.”

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Let's play dress up, yes? I brush your hair and you make up mi face?

“Yes!”, Mallory jumped up at the sound of that idea, smiling from ear to ear as she rushed over to her closet and opened it up, pulling out all of her costumes. Some of them were old, some were newer but all of them were colorful. “I have an idea! I will dress up as Alice, and you will be Dorothy!” 

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Everything was becoming so intense and strenuous. She enjoyed being with Jack and having fun with him, but there was something about one of her clients that also drew her in - made her want more of him, almost if she couldn't quit him if she tried. And that was going to be a problem, as guilt and shame continued to eat at her. But she wouldn't worry about it now and just enjoy her time with Jack, as they were out on the lot he planned to build his orphanage. "It going to be big, huh?" (LFLS V)

“Well, if everything goes according to plan, yes. I want there to be room for at least 1500 people with different wards according to age. I also want there to be a therapeutic section of the building, for the kids who need the most specialized care. I want this to be a place where nobody gets turned away because their case is ‘too difficult’. And I want there to be some assistance for the orphans when they move out. Not all of them will get adopted…so it’s important that they still receive some kind of support.” As he rambled on, he pulled out his sketchbook and showed her some architectural design sketches he’d made of the building. They were crudely drawn, as he was not an artist, but it was clear what he wanted to do. “I’m hoping to raise the funds myself but if that doesn’t work out, maybe people will donate to something like this. Seems like something people should care about, right? I mean, I know people can be stingy with money but…I don’t know, what do you think?”

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While she had been back and forth on whether she was making the right decision in staying with Mallory, she finally relaxed as she settled into Mal's apartment. It also helped that Matthew hadn't tried to contact her either. Although, she wasn't sure if it was because he was still at the hospital with Heather. Instead of wondering and worrying, she saw Mallory's hair brush and picked up it. "Let brush each other hair, yes?" She suggested with a bright smile, hoping the distraction would help.

As soon as they got back to Mal’s apartment, she did her best to clean up the mess in her room as quickly as possible. It wasn’t disgusting but there were definitely piles of messy clothes and trinkets, and candy wrappers she hadn’t bothered to clean up. Now that Celia would be staying with her, everything in her room needed to be spotless. She was in the middle of carrying a pile of harem pants and loose tank tops over to her laundry basket when she noticed Celia fidgeting with her hair brush. She could see that her friend was still worried, it was understandable. Maybe she needed some distraction. 


“Oh, yes, great idea!”, she nodded, dumping her clothes in the basket and rushing over to sit on the bed next to Celia. “Shall I go first?”, she smiled, holding out her hand and waiting for Celia to hand her the brush. She loved touching Celia’s hair.

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☆ Put this star into the inbox of your favourite blogs. It’s time to spread positivity ( ´ ▽ ` ).。o♡ (Honey's favorite too *muah*)

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😈 (if my muse was) evil theme song

Okay well I could make a pretty good case for him being somewhat evil but…

Liar - Henry Rollins

I don’t know why I feel the need to lie
And cause you so much pain
Maybe it’s something inside
Maybe it’s something I can’t explain
‘Cause all I do
Is mess you up and lie to you
I’m a liar
Oh, I am a liar

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A heavy sigh left Matt as he leaned back in his booth. For several weeks now, his career had been stuck in a rut and he was starting to get sick of his own work. The pieces he was once passionate about now looked dull and meaningless to him. Even the newer assignments were of no interest to him, mostly commercial pieces devoid of creativity. Every company seemed to want the same damn thing. He wanted - nah, fuck that, he needed something new. Of all the places in New York, a diner was the last place he expected to find it. 

Until she walked in. 

A lovely, big eyed, round faced beauty caught his eye the instant she set foot inside the diner. Her presence was quiet, a little bit subdued even, but his eyes were glued to her as she made her way over to one of the empty booths in the back to sit down. Good Lord. That was it. His something new, she was sitting right there. He reached for his wallet, tossing down a couple bucks to pay for the untouched coffee on his table and abandoning his booth without a second thought. He made his way over to hers instead, briefly clearing his throat to catch her attention, before he spoke to her in a friendly, baritone voice. 


“Forgive me for interrupting…was wonderin’ if I could have a few minutes of your time in exchange for a coffee?” Though he phrased it as a question, he didn’t intend on taking no for an answer. He had to talk to her. It was crucial if he ever wanted to get his career back on track. Now that he was standing closer to her, he was even more taken in by her features.

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