✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* pure starlight *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

sammy bryant who comes home after a long day, bones tired and boots heavy against the hardwood as he searches you out.

he finds you in the kitchen, elbow deep in soapy bottle parts and tiny utensils, wearing thick pink rubber gloves he knew you wore to protect your pretty little manicured hands because god forbid anything came between you and a french tip.

there was something about the picture painted before him that had his veins burning hotter, heart beating against his ribs hard enough to ricochet into his ears. the visions of blood spilling onto cracked pavement, the cries of childless mothers and motherless children whose faces burned in his brain every time he closed his eyes dulled to a whisper as his gaze fell upon you.

his house, his woman, proof of his child you’d grown from scratch inside you etched into every surface—safe and sound wrapped in walls he’d raise hellfire to protect. the sweet smile lighting up your face as you turn from the sink to greet him as he saunters towards you, twirls a stray strand of hair framing the face he’d kill for, die for.

a greeting dies on your tongue when he slides a firm hand over your jaw, puckering your lips with fingertips splayed wide across your cheeks as he brings your face to his.

a god given solace.

hey y’all!!

i’m much more active on X than i am on here, but wanted to post here to try and get more reach.

i’m going to motor city comic con in november, and am working on a scrapbook fan project to bring to the con for shawn’s birthday!

a couple of things:

- you do have to sign in to fill out the form since i have the option for document upload

- submissions are open now through september

- please read the guidelines & let me know if you have any questions

- my DMs are open on X for questions, @hatosydotcom