#in the place i was before this i fabric glued a carpet sample that looked similar onto part of the floor my cats ruined and it passed LOL

[yoshistory]

sorry to my former apartment place for talking shit. i was looking at my refund they're set to give me and they literally charged me nothing even tho i REALLY left that place a pigsty by my standards (couldnt vacuum my bedroom)(vacuum broke RIGHT as i tried to)(i could faintly smell cat pee in a corner)(eww)(tried my best to spray the shit out of it but still smelled it)(spackled a hole in the wall where i bumped my car in the garage into it very shittily and didn't have time for it to dry so i couldnt sand it)(left a huge maroon paint stain on the bedroom carpeting)(literally glued part of the window decoration back on and crossed my fingers about it)(painted the walls in the bedroom where you could still see the purple under it faintly)(did a REALLY bad job re-glazing my bathtub after it started peeling)(bathtub had faint purple stains on it from where my shower curtain unexpectedly started bleeding into the bathtub where it sat)

[theaceofgays]

Your Socks On The Wood Floor

Fandom: Little Witch Academia | Pairing: Marjoix

Word Count: 895 | Read Time: 3 minutes

A small drabble for @missmarjolaine

Croix watched the way Marjolaine pranced around the room, the curls of her hair bouncing and swaying with the elegant twirls of dryer fresh cotton socks on polished oak floor. She slid from one end of the room to the other, comparing paint swatches to carpet samples and carpet samples to wood samples and wood samples to fabric samples and fabric samples to blinds, each combination complete with its own personality or so Marjolaine said. Croix did not care nearly as much, interior decorating mattered very little when they rarely had anyone over to begin with, but Marjolaine insisted, practically glued Croix to the couch to keep her there while they went over all the possible options to renovating their new home.

“This is what married people do,” Marjolaine said, “and we’re married now.” As if Croix really needed a reminder that she had managed to make the best decision and the worst decision of her entire life, that standing before her was a siren more alluring than torchlight to moths, her wife. Croix didn’t need to be reminded that the woman before her had a vice grip on Croix’s throat like a choke chain collar on a dog. She was happily ensnared in the web Marjolaine had woven, and loving every murderous minute of it.

“We just moved in, Marj, don’t you think we should at least get settled before you settle on what drapes you should buy for the living room to match the rug?” Croix took a sip of the soda bottle she had managed to snag from the fridge before Marjolaine had tugged her by the belt loops into the living room and sat her down.

“How dare you,” Marjolaine placed a hand on her chest in faux-offense. “They are not drapes, they are curtains! Drapes block out light, and we don’t need that, that’s what the blinds are for. The curtains make it look decorative-“

“More decorative than the shutter blinds you want to place on our windows? Marjo, come on…” Croix’s brow furrowed. “Come here. Sit.” She patted the spot on the couch beside her and set the bottle down on a box that was holding a side table that she had meant to put together when they first moved in, but hadn’t gotten around to just yet.

When Marjolaine sank into the leather couch, Croix put an arm around her, rubbing her shoulder. “Talk to me,” she said, softly. “What’s this really about? Because I don’t think you ever work yourself up this much without probable cause.”

Marjolaine took a moment to collect her thoughts, her face scrunching up seven different times while she did. Each time Marjolaine made a face like that, albeit concentration, disgust, annoyance, confusion, frustration, or otherwise, Croix wanted to plant a kiss on the bridge of her nose, right where her brows folded into one another. She liked the way Marjolaine’s eyes, burning with whatever emotion she’d been aglow with, would light up with surprise at the sudden affections. Croix was, after all, bad at showing her feelings, not in the same way Marj did, anyhow, and it was always a welcomed surprise when she did. But Croix didn’t. Not at this moment, not when Marjolaine needed her support for whatever unlisted reason.

“I just want things to be perfect, for the both of us. I know you don’t care about appearances, but I want this house to be something we can both be proud of.”  Marjolaine’s words were soft, concise, well chosen. And Croix was quick to reply in just the same manner.

“I am proud of this house,” she admitted, “and I’m proud of you but you don’t need to do all of this in one night, not when there is plenty of time to let things settle. You’re amazing, Marjolaine. Both fashionable, and fashionably late… I think you should take on the latter though, and let this decor sit, at least until we’ve had the time to properly enjoy this.”

Marjolaine knew Croix was right, and that she shouldn’t rush in head first without so much as any of their essentials out of the way. She was tackling things ten steps at a time before step one could even take effect. She let out a sigh, not of defeat, she wouldn’t give up on decorating entirely, but one of surrender. She would set it down for the moment, enjoy the company of her wife in their new home while they both figured out this new chapter of their lives, together. It was all anyone could really ask for. “Amazing huh?”

The way Marjolaine had spoken had thrown Croix in for a loop. The fact that they were married now did not deter the way in which her heart skipped a beat with Marjolaine’s teasing, suggestive tones. She chuckled, leaning in to kiss Marjolaine’s cheek as a means to fight the nerves. “Yeah, I guess you just rock my world.”

Now it was Marjolaine’s turn to laugh, a light, melodic siren’s laugh that sent Croix’s head spinning round and round, like dryer fresh cotton socks on polished oak floors. “That was a terrible pun,” Marjolaine reached up to brush Croix’s bangs out of her face, tucking them behind her ear, “and you’re lucky we’re already married.”

“That I am,” Croix sighed happily, leaning forward to kiss Marjolaine softly. “That I am.”