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Life was far too fucking short to deny yourself things for the sake of someone else’s warped, singular idea of beauty.
I nodded. Then, against my will, my eyes drifted over to the closed door beside him. The mysterious closet door. Greid followed my gaze and coughed awkwardly, then strode for the stairs. “Ready?”
Ohhh even more curious nlw
Stomach roiling a little, I asked, “Is that really a… Is that really blood?” “Uh-huh,” Greid answered through a mouthful. “What kind of blood?” He swallowed and looked down at me, yellow eyes solemn. “Do you really want to know?” “What?” My stomach jolted, and I cast the half-eaten tart a fearful look. “It’s not… Is it..?” When he snickered, I huffed and punched his arm again. “Dork.” He grinned at me before stuffing the rest in his mouth. “Just pig’s blood,” he told me, spraying a few crumbs onto the front of his suit. I absently reached up to brush them away.
Beryl rubbed her arms. “It’s so nice and warm in here.” My eyes immediately dropped to her bare feet. They looked so small. Cute. But they were a little pink, and I realised she’d been wearing sandals all day. It wasn’t necessarily cold, but definitely not summer-warm. And she didn’t even have a jacket. Just a thin shirt. Berating myself, I made a secret decision that she might not like and said, “I’m gonna go change.”
Buyign her some new things.yay
Once that was done, I left my workshop and stopped on the third floor. After glancing nervously at the stairs, I crept toward the closed door and snuck into my Room of Shame, sifting through the mountain of boxes until I found what I wanted.
Ahhhh.its all the stuff hs bought from infomercials
I could sense Greid’s mind churning as I whisked the eggs, so I glanced over at him. He was worrying his lower lip with his sharp teeth, and I knew that meant he wanted to ask me if I needed any money so I could buy things while I was out. He was fully aware that I’d refuse, so instead, like a little sneak, he said, “Hey, maybe you could grab us some lunch while you’re out. Unless, um, you plan on being out all day. But I’ll give you some cash for it. And, uh, if there’s any left over”—he shrugged, trying to seem nonchalant—“you can just get whatever with it. You know, if you spot anything you
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Boring. This client has terrible taste but also really fucking loves tiny, fiddly details. I smiled, my breaths calming a little as I pictured Greid hunched over his workbench in his big magnifying glasses. Are you wearing your owl glasses? I typed back. Yes, came through a second later. Snuffling a laugh, I typed, Show me. After about thirty seconds, he sent a selfie of his very unimpressed face wearing the glasses, his yellow eyes enormous as he stared at the camera.
So cute
console table and wriggled out of my coat. “Greid!” I shouted, yanking my boots off. “Greid!” I heard a crash from way above. A few seconds later, Greid was stumbling down the stairs, almost slipping on the bottom step. “What’s wrong? What happened?” he asked frantically, yellow eyes wide as he looked me over. I laughed. “Nothing’s wrong. I… I might have a job.” He stared at me for a second. And then, before I knew what was happening, he’d shot forward and lifted me into his arms. My legs dangled in the air as he squeezed me tight, and without really thinking about it, I wrapped them around
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Awwwww
“You’ll get the job.” I picked up the matches. “Okay, so it might burn a little at first. Hold it in your mouth while you take a drag and then inhale slowly. Then hold it in your lungs for a few seconds before you breathe out. It might make you cough, which, yeah, will definitely burn. Hold on.”
Damn.memories
“You know what’s a great thing to watch while you’re high?” I closed down DemiTV and went to my recorded shows. After selecting one, I hit play and grinned while Beryl peered blearily at the TV as a logo exploded onto the screen. Literally exploded, punching through a brick wall accompanied by the screech of electric guitars. “D-Dewla..?” “Deep Earth Wrestling League Association.” I smacked my thigh. “We’re watchin’ wrasslin’, bay-bee!”
Rotfl
I shrugged awkwardly. “Wanted it small. I come in here if I’m having a bad day. You know, just feeling shitty or had an asshole client.” She was quiet for a moment, then said, “You haven’t been in here for a while then. Not since I moved in, I mean. So that’s good.” I shrugged again, keeping my head bent as I fiddled with the box of matches in my hands. Then I heard myself mumble, “Yeah, well. I dunno. I guess you make me happy, or whatever.”
Its so cute
“You’ve achieved loads,” I croaked, my own eyes watering. I could not handle seeing other people cry without tearing up myself,
Pls stop. I will cry
“Because I sleep through them. I’m really good at stopping them within a split second of them going off without even waking up.”
Same
As I trailed off, I realised Beryl was wincing and my sister was staring at me with a flat expression. I felt a little sweaty, but I thought I’d done a pretty good job lying, hadn’t I? I’d offered lots of details. Details made lies believable.
Lol
“I’m just saying.” Mom huffed. “If you and Beryl want to be together, you shouldn’t let that stop you. Or if you do want to be together in that… sense, there are ways around it. There’s a wonderful shop online I can show you that has all kinds of—” “Mom, please.” I slid down fully onto the floor, the back of my head bumping over the radiator. “Please stop talking.”
Lol
“Want me to get you some painkillers?” He jumped up. “I’ll go find that hot water bottle too. I know I have one.” I made a weak move to pull the blankets off me. “I can get them—” “No, you stay there.” He raced out of the room and I heard him thumping up the stairs. When he came back, he was carrying a glass of water and a packet of ibuprofen, with a big hot water bottle tucked under his arm. I smiled at him as I pushed up onto one arm to swallow the pills with a sip of water. “Want me to go get you
I like that she added periods to her book
Greid ended up flat on his back along the length of the couch as I sat on one of his thighs to keep his legs from flailing. Cackling, I grabbed his wrists and pinned them to the armrest either side of his head. “Ha!” I grinned down at him in triumph, then blinked. “Oh shit, where’s the lettuce?”
permission—the thought of which was almost enough to make me come again—Greid bit his lip to muffle his desperate groans, eyes scrunching shut and head tipping back.
GREEDY BOY. My face prickled as I stared down at the words, heat rushing over my skin. If she called me that while we were… doing stuff, I might shoot myself into the stratosphere from the force of my orgasm. “Greedy,” a voice said in front of me. I almost dropped my phone as my head snapped up. I stared in alarm at the barista on the other side of the counter, stuffing my phone guiltily into my pocket. “What?” He gave me an odd look. “I said Greid. Order for Greid.” “Oh.” Letting out a squawk of awkward laughter, I reached for the two takeout cups. “That’s me. Greid. I’m Greid. It’s, uh, it’s
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Rotfl
“Stroke your cock hard and fast. Get in at least five pumps, then you can come.” Smoothing my palm over his chest, I purred, “God, I can’t wait to watch you come, Greid.” “F-f-fuck.” He plunged the sleeve down the full length of his cock, entire body shaking now that his release was in reach. I forced myself to count his rapid strokes, and I knew he was too, because on the fifth, his hips snapped up as his head craned back, digging into my shoulder, and he let out a raw shout.
“For me to be alone so it can crawl into my mouth while I’m asleep.” “I don’t think spiders actually do that,” I said doubtfully, shaking one of the curtains and jolting a little when something small and black fell to the floor. Beryl screamed, the bed shaking as she shifted frantically in place. I swooped down and managed to grab the spider before it got away, cupping my hands loosely together. “Beryl, you wuss, it’s tiny,” I said incredulously, feeling its little legs skitter frantically over my palm. She glared at me as I turned to face her. “I mean, of course it looks tiny in your gigantic
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Lol
Well maybe they could, I said, chewing on my lower lip. Maybe don’t wear them again. And maybe we won’t donate them so we don’t inflict that on anyone else. It’s almost like you think those late-night infomercials with trustworthy businessman Lixi Gablar are NOT legitimate, Beryl, Greid said, making me smile. Have the ScrubShoes failed us?
Do you think she still has those tiny shorts from the show?” I burst out laughing, Greid’s cute dorkiness managing to, at least temporarily, tamp down the chaotic emotions suddenly swirling inside me. “You could always ask her tomorrow,” I said teasingly. He gave me a dry look. “Yeah, sure, and while I’m at it I’ll ask for her home address. And her shoe size. Just to really hammer home the awkward creep vibe I try so hard to give off when I’m out in public.”
Lol
I want you to come up to my room naked and lick my pussy until I tell you I’ve had enough. Don’t say anything, don’t make any sounds. You can’t come until I tell you to. You can bring one toy up to use once I’m done with you.
Greid to penetrate me, but I was interested in other things. So in the week, I was planning on crossing three things off my list: getting the subway alone, visiting a new part of the city and buying a strap-on.
Yes girl
Sweet, oblivious Greid who had no idea that by the end of the week, I was planning on fucking the hell out of him.
Love that for him
laughed. “So she’s not an asshole then. She loves you.” He grunted. “I guess. She only did it because I let her try out hairstyles on me in exchange. She works in a salon.” “Ooh, what kind of hairstyles?” “All kinds.” He shuddered. “She gave me a bob once that made me look like some… demonic Victorian schoolboy. God, that was the worst.”
Rotfl
“It just does. Rutabaga? Nah, my mom doesn’t put rutabaga in hers, because if she did, I would’ve picked it all out every time I ate it.” “Maybe she mashes it up so you don’t even know it’s in there. I bet she had to get creative to get you to eat vegetables.” Greid straightened. I glanced up to find him staring down at me. “Do you think she actually does that?” I laughed, closing the book and carefully sliding it back onto the shelf. “How would I know?” “I’m gonna ask her.” Greid was pulling out his phone. “If she’s been sneaking rutabaga into my food this whole time, that is not cool.” “Yes,
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Gurgling with laughter, I picked up a sculpture and put it in the basket. “Are you saying my interests are the same as little old ladies’?” “Yes. But it’s fine, because I love—” He choked on a breath and went perfectly still for a second, then grabbed another sporefruit as my heart gave a mighty thud. “Little old ladies,” he finished in a strangled voice. “Love ’em.” My mouth had gone dry. Licking my lips, I managed to get out, “You love little old ladies, huh?” “Yeah. Yep. I think they’re great. Awesome
Dying
“Wait,” I hissed. Once he’d turned back to look at me, I tried to keep a straight face. “Are you going to fight her or seduce her for it, little-old-lady-lover?”
“I’m just going to assume that you didn’t receive enough attention as a child, so now you feel the need to tell people personal information about others just so they’re paying attention to you.” My voice was a low, ugly hiss. “I’m also going to assume that nothing interesting whatsoever happens in your own life, so you have to resort to sharing other people’s secrets just to get that attention.”
Oop.ahhhh go head
My face screwed up when I saw I had a text from Agma. What the hell did she want?
Exactly. What is she doing
“I can’t help it.” I squeezed again, just because. “I’d like to request that my coffee comes with a free ass squeeze every morning. As payment.” “What?” Beryl laughed. “How is that payment? I deliver your coffee and my payment is getting my ass grabbed?” “Grabbed by me.” I gave her a wide grin. “You love me.” “How about I get to grope your ass every morning?” “Deal,” I said immediately, my grin turning smug as I shut my eyes and relaxed into the bed. “You got played, berry.”
Lol
“You’re the best. Plus”—he let go of me to unbuckle his seatbelt—“we’re not just dating. We live together. You love me. No takebacks.”
“He’s here.” Jake’s snout was still on my thigh, so I looked down to give him a fond smile as I stroked the top of his head. “He’s been such a good boy. Who’s my good boy?” I cooed. “I am,” Greid said automatically on my other side, rendering the entire table utterly silent.
to take the box and carefully snap open its lid. Inside was a ring nestled on a black pillow, its delicate band silvery black, with an emerald held between tiny demiurgus claws. “Greid…” I swallowed hard, a lump forming in my throat. “It’s beautiful.” “I told you I’d make you a ring.” He was fidgeting anxiously, long fingers picking at the front of his ugly Christmas sweater. “The first day you moved in.”
Crying
