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lil_masterbater

tags.Femme slash, friends with benefits, both caring for the other too much, too scared to say.
i play. Giselle pb lindsay lohan, megan fox, rachel bilson, jessica alba.
you play. unnamed girl pb up to you.
Light hit the counter and dripped to the floor, sliding across the slate tiles the brilliant shafts illuminating the kitchen and causing it to glow brightly. Sunday morning radio drifted through, the cheerful voice of the presenter the loudest thing in the room. Light wood counters were a jumble of pots and pans, dirtied spoons and bowls. The scent of cookies filled the room and gave it a movie feel, something surreal. A large ceramic bowl was tucked neatly against her hip, angled enough so that the slowly moving wooden spoon was also at a comfortable angle.

It was always easy for her to get lost in thought, easy to lose herself in memories, times gone by - especially when she was cooking. Giselle cooked when she was sad, angry, melancholy, betrayed, feeling particularly happy or content. She cooked the best when she was angry, she wasn't sure why this was things just turned out better then she was angry and she always felt much more satisfied. She had no reason to cook right now, it was doing it for something to do. With the bowl of cake mix tucked neatly in the crook of her arm, cuddling against her stomach she absently stirred the mixture, and while she was looking out of the window her mind was miles away.

Giselle had yet to get dressed, it was Sunday there was no work and thus no need. Pyjama bottoms were, beneath the healthy coating of flour, covered in ducks and matched her egg yellow tank top perfectly. Hair had been roughly looped up and pulled into a bun bits escaping to tickle her cheek. The feel of hands against her sides startled her, whisper touches she knew not to react to. It was the start of the dance, the little touches which whisper 'I love you!' and yet they didn't allow them, didn't acknowledge their existence and pretended that what they had was just sex. They never kissed, kissing was for lovers, what they had was sex. God, Giselle wanted to kiss her.

tags.Het, violence, fandom: supernatural, OC's, long term journal based preferred.
i play. Alice Caulder pb missy peregrym, sophia bush
you play. other hunter pb
plot. supernatural based line, somewhat based on theroadhouse using my OC cauld.
These two meet up after she goes looking for her dad. They meet at the Roadhouse and she tags along with him because he knew her dad, how he will not say but the look on his face when she pulls out the photo says it all. He knows something. I was thinking this could be an supernatural AU with Dean looking for his brother and father. She has dreams about them both but doesn't thinking anything of them as she doesn't know who they are until they start calling out for him to help them and her dreams start coming true. I would LOVE this to be a long term sl with a season and episodic feel, in other words they have demons to fight a long the way, very supernaturalish but with a twist.

It wasn't unusual for her to be alone their motel room, sleeping on her side as she stared at his empty bed. The knuckles of her hand pressed into cheek, creasing the warm flesh as she waited for him to return. A strange relationship had developed, they need each other knowledge and sometimes each other but that did not mean they had to like each other. Conversation was short, snipes and arguments, words thrown easily between the two as she tried not to launch herself at him and beat him silly. Ally had a growing respect for him though, he knew what he was doing she had to give him that but he had this annoying thing about him. He also made her worry. Ally knew that space was something he needed and that he could take care of himself but she could not. Her understanding of the world out there was limited, she didn't know what went bump in the night and while that never used to bother her since finding the photograph and him she sees the world in whole different light.

The sound of metal against metal jolts her a little, his key sliding home causes her eyes to snap shut as she pretends to sleep. She can't sleep when he's not around - she'd rather die then admit that though, he wouldn't care so why tell him? With careful attention she slows her breathing, if she's going to fake it she may as well do it well. The smell of blood puts any sort of 'faking it' motions out of her head, she stiffens beneath the covers, breath held as she squeezes her eyes shut. It may not be human. The soft moan of pain which is heard tells her different though and she's sitting up quickly, eyes wide as worry floods her face, hands scrabbling at her covers.

"Jake?" She whispers into the cold night air which has rushed into the room, swirling about her and licking goosebumps across her flesh. Crap, crap, crap. What did she do now? What if it's not him? Oh, she was clearly going to die.

tags.Het, an affair, student/teacher, age difference.
i play. Addison pb Megan Fox, Lindsay Lohan.
you play. Teacher pb Ryan Gosling, Josh Hartnett, James MacAvoy.
Anger radiated off her in thick waves, hot and tangible in the air between them. It was sticky and close and foreign, it filled the small room up without even trying. The tension between them was normally sexual, pure and simple. It was easy and simple and ran in straight lines between them. This swirled, it dipped and dived, curling upon itself like a snake as it caught them both up in energy too heavy, emotion too much for them. It was worse because she had no right to be angry or feel anything akin to betrayal. She was after all the other woman.

They had "met" on her second day in town, at a café - she'd been with her brother when she felt his eyes on her. Zo had a thing, she liked to be watched not doing anything in particular just to know that she had the attention of someone made her feel good. She was also one of those girls who liked to flaunt themselves, liked to make guys feel a little uncomfortable - she liked to make them squirm. Zo had attempted it with him, hiking her skirt a little higher parting her legs just a little before crossing them, fingers trailed against her throat hesitating over her chest as she had laughed. It hadn't worked and he had walked out smirking, happy with himself as she steamed annoyed that she had lost. She remembers the second time they met, truly met. It was at school, she had already been sat down, waiting for the lesson to start when he breezed in. Sitting up straighter she had watched as he dropped his books on the teachers desk, coughing softly before looking around his eyes falling instantly on her. A look of surprise had flittered across his features and she had smirked, a deep smirk which licked her whole body - a falling of an attitude as she watched him coughing and stammer for a moment. He embarrassed her in turn by calling up the new girl. That was how they started.

Arms were crossed tightly over her chest, she was tightly wired, coiled close as she watched him, anger burst from her loud and hot. "No more. I can't---I won't be the other woman. Leave her." She told him, demanded of him. Leave her. "I'm gone." She wanted to say after tonight, just one more taste, one more touch, one more delicious night wrapped in secrets and betrayal. She picked up her bag, swinging it over her shoulder and stepped close to him. "When you get the balls to chuck her come find me." She whispered softly, her lips so close to his that she could feel his breath. "I deserve to be the one that matters."