On Your Doorstep

[onlycareaboutshipping]

On Your Doorstep

They ended up on your doorstep, quite literally. Bloody, possibly. Bruised, most definitely, though the wounds may be mental. You probably don't know them from Adam, yet you couldn't find it in you to turn them away - whether they wanted you to or not. So you opened up your home, just for a little while.

But it's getting to be more than a little while. Both of you are finding a comfort zone, because you didn't simply open up your home. Admit it or don't, but you've opened up your heart all the same.

Their's is slowly following, if its reluctant at all.

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[forgottendecade]

Do you want to be made out of metal? [ just a sly smile because he was sure of the answer. ]

They do. It just takes more than a simple goon to break them, that's all.

Please, like I would trust getting a cake some where that might involve the Cake Boss. And those things cannot be trusted. I swear Easy Bake ovens are the work of Shocker.

[takirider]

[A roll of his eyes.] Not particularly.

Hey now.

I'll keep that in mind.