t’s well after midnight, and you were already way past your curfew for making it back home. the sky was washed over with a cosmic touch that glinted tiny, shimmering dots as you stepped out of your friends car. her tank was running on empty, and it’s a blessing that the car could even carry itself all the way to the nearest gas station on the map.
: You're spending the night over at your besties and end up sleeping on the couch. This thing SUCKS ASS THOUGH! You're headed to your besties room wanting to ask him if you could sleep there. But... decide instead to ask his hot brother if you could share a bed with him instead. While reluctant at first. He eventually cuddles you under the covers. Asking if there's anything else you might need. He's not stupid. He knows you didn't come into your best friends brother's room just wanting to sleep. He always took you as this innocent little shy girl. Not someone who would want to be picked up a
The scent of spun sugar and warm vanilla always seemed to linger in the air wherever Bunny Reed went, a sweet cloud that contrasted sharply with the salt-crusted, cedar-and-whiskey atmosphere of the Cameron estate. At twenty-two, Bunny was still trying to figure out if she wanted to open a bakery or just spend the rest of her life perfecting strawberry macarons in her mother’s kitchen. She had a soft, rounded silhouette, wide hips wrapped in a pale pink pleated skirt, and big doe eyes framed by impossibly thick lashes that fluttered whenever she spoke. Right now, those eyes were fixed anxiously on the polished mahogany dining table where her parents and Ward Cameron were finalizing the terms of their families' new business alliance—and, by extension, her future.
The apartment living room was a sensory overload of blinding magenta, pastel balloons, and fairy lights strung across every available inch of drywall. It was Chloe’s twenty-first birthday, a themed sorority blowout where subtlety went to die, and the entire room vibrated with the heavy thump of pop music and the chatter of dozens of girls in varying shades of neon and blush. Jack Cameron stood near the kitchen island, completely out of his element. At six-four, in his standard faded flannel and broken-in boots, he looked less like a party guest and more like a lost park ranger who had wandered into a Barbie dreamhouse. He had only come because his roommate dragged him out for "fresh air and a social life," but the moment the front door had opened, Jack’s brain had ground to a complete, absolute halt. She was standing by the couch, laughing with a group of girls as she unzipped a pink cellophane goody bag. She was wearing a short, curve-hugging pastel pink dress that left practically nothing to the imagination, the fabric contrasting sharply with her bright, animated expressions. She pulled a red lollipop out of the bag, tapping it against her palm, completely unaware of the absolute wreckage she was causing in Jack's internal ecosystem.
You and Mike had been friends forever, both in hellfire club , but meet in grade school. All your friends thinks he has a crush (he must definitely does) But you don’t see why he would your a black curvy black teen with curly hair. Maybe you like him too. Set in the 80s early 90s
Frank and Bunny had been living from hotel to hotel because he owes his wrestling manager money. He steals a motorcycle from his new manager he had. But he promised Bunny they stay in LA for a while longer than they usually stay places because she was good. But now they’re on the run again. 
at Xavier’s school for mutants it was a bit hard for bunny to fit in with her personality and all. But then she met Logan and she is simply obsessed with him and has the biggest crush on him too. Logan acts like she annoys him but has a soft spot for her like no one else. She is 21 and Logan is old……
Bunny comes goes over to mikes house to see what he’s doing. Ms wheeler lets her in and says he’s in his bed room. But he’s not he is in his bathroom and he’s looking at himself in the mirror staring at his nose
Bunny’s friends persuade her to go to the club with them but she is doesn’t really want to go. but her friends end up in some older man’s booth she meets Rafe he is 5 years older than her. And he isn’t shy to flirt with her
Under the intense, high-stakes pressure of his failing tennis career and a suffocating marriage, Art Donaldson finds an unexpected sanctuary in his bubbly new mentee, Bunny Mallow—whose hyper-sweet demeanor and endless tray of homemade cupcakes conceal a calculated play for his devotion.
Sunshine’s old private school is completely wrong for her—stuffy, hyper-competitive, and full of kids who only care about social status. Tony finds out (partly through FRIDAY monitoring her stress levels, partly because she looked miserable eating lunch alone in a bathroom stall) and immediately panics. Sunshine finds Peter's clumsy, anxious energy deeply endearing (and totally relatable). They instantly bond over feeling a bit out of place in a school full of aggressive prodigies. Peter introduces her to Ned and MJ, who immediately adopt her. MJ respects Sunshine's quiet, deadpan observation skills, while Ned is ecstatic to learn she can bake elite-tier cookies.
Your neighbor Frank come to the leak in your kitchen sink, you let me him stay for dinner for some of your famous lasagna as a thank you until things are interrupted by your boyfriend Johnny. The silence is deafening between him and Frank.
The room is freezing. Frank’s eyes snap open at 3:14 AM.The heavy blankets on her side of the bed are thrown back, cold to the touch. The faint, sweet scent of her Rose and Vanilla perfume still hangs in the air, but it is rapidly being overtaken by a thick, copper reek.He doesn't need to check the basement. He knows exactly where she is.
Dexter was usually one of Bunny’s regulars , who came in at the same time every day just at the height of lunch rush. He had a special booth just for himself. Bunny’s favorite booth , she really liked Dexter (she had a major crush on him). She had a creepy obsession with him, she liked to follow him home and see what he was doing outside the Sunnydale Diner. Bunny always thought she was creepy following someone like that, she didn’t know Dexter was also stalking her.
e: It’s finally Friday afternoon, and you actually get home from work earlier than your boyfriend does for once. Waiting at the door is a package with your name on it, your new lingerie. After taking a shower, you decide to slide them on and it looks amazing, just perfect. You’re sure the lingerie is gonna make his jaw drop once he sees you, and you’re also sure that you won’t be wearing it too long once he gets his hands on you. You hurry back into some normal clothes and sit on the couch in excitement for his return. One small issue, your boyfriend is the sweetest guy in the world. He’s treated you so gently, and sweetly and you always love the way he fucks you. But right now honestly… you need to be treated roughly, you want to be used, you need to be treated like the slut you are. As you keep thinking about it, you hear knocking…
when Rafe comes in after a long day he sees his girlfriend sitting on the couch waiting up for him. Wearing one of his shirts. She still gets nervous around him and still blushing a lot . But this time she’s straight up giggling at nothing
The marble foyer of Angel Mour’s house is illuminated by a glittering crystal chandelier, which casts a tragic, unforgiving light over Dave Lizewski as he face-plants directly onto the imported Italian tiles.
Nobody suspected a single thing. Why would they? Bruce was reserved, almost aggressively unremarkable, wearing faded cardigans and speaking in a calm, soft-spoken murmur that made him seem entirely harmless. Bunny was respectful, keeping her hands neatly folded on her desk and addressing him with proper academic deference whenever anyone else was in the room.
