"Are you fucking kidding me?" You screamed into the empty space of the house you'd inherited. "Once again, I am the motherfucker that gets stuck with cleanup duty. I hate cleaning up after these goddamn fucking messes these imbecilic cu-"
"Language." Danny said and you turned and glared at her.
"Listen here you gigantic sack of mortal flesh, I do not listen to those below me, especially not the devil's children." You said turning on your heels and pacing around. "I didn't ask to be everyone's damn cleanup service."
"Y/n, calm down." Danny said and you turned to see her looking at you nervously. "Why are you so upset?"
"Because these damn twats always make me clean up their messes. I guess even when the fucking bastards are dead, I'm left with the mess. Fucking sick of it." You said and she gave you a look. "I get ginger snap, language."
"Don't call me ginger snap." Danny said and you kissed her, smiling slightly.
"You're my goddamned fucking ginger snap." You said sliding your hands into hers.
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Carmilla One Shots/Imagines/Preferences
FanfictionBecause Carmilla is one of my favorite fandoms and I enjoy writing for it.
