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revamped my indie if anyone wants to interact on there?

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      Claudia was eating up every last ounce of positive attention that Sawyer gave to her. The young woman wasn’t used to receiving this much positive attention from anyone without there being some con and it was eye-opening because it made her realize that she should demand better from the world and didn’t have to take anyone’s shit. Sawyer made her realize she was worth more than she could ever dream of and was worthy of love.  She couldn’t get enough of that feeling, and she wanted more and more and more of it. Admittedly, she knew she shouldn’t get her hopes up, because one day Sawyer wouldn’t be able to give her the positive attention she desired - or she’d be like everyone else and hurt her somehow - but for now she cherished the attention and her girlfriend’s company. 

       Hearing her talk in the grocery aisle, and receiving kisses from her, only managed to increase the love and affection she had for her. There was no games to receive these kisses. She just got them. Which was new and exciting. Kissing her in return, Claudia being Claudia, did not give a damn who was watching and kissed her girlfriend passionately in the grocery aisle, her hands getting lost down her back and then up in her hair. She then pulled back, out of breath, and smiled widely at the older woman. “You don’t have to grab anything for dessert. But if you did, I recommend some short cakes, whipped cream, and strawberries. That way we can make strawberry shortcakes.”

        Claudia thought that could be fun to do together. Holding Sawyer close, she hadn’t let her wonder off to get their treats just yet. “But I think it would be fun if you helped in the kitchen. You know, if you can cook?” A small chuckle from her. “And if you can’t, maybe I could teach you a thing or two?” She wiggled her brows and smiled, the happiest she’d been in ages.

SAWYER KNOX & CLAUDIA DAVIAU  [ the softness of beginnings ] CONTINUED FROM HERE / CLOSED STARTER

          While Sawyer Knox had never thought she’d ever have considered dating anyone this much younger than herself until Claudia Daviau had stolen he affections. The editor didn’t want to say quite yet that she’d stolen her heart as they were still new, but still. There was attraction there, a need of desire that the older woman knew that only Claudia could give her. So when Claudia asked her over for dinner, Sawyer had more than happily agreed. “Yes I will come over for dinner but hold on and stop talking for one second will you?” Sawyer made a playful kiss at the brunette - fingers still threaded through Claudia’s hand. “First though I’m going to kiss you because this is the perfect opportunities and opportunities like this shouldn’t just be thrown away don’t you think?” And with that Sawyer pressed her lips against Claudia’s and kissed her hungrily, right there in the aisle of the grocery store. People were probably watching but Sawyer didn’t care. God she wanted Claudia so badly. 

         “So if you’re cooking, should I grab something for dessert? What time should I come over?” Sawyer asked one question after the other, unable to stop the big grin from spreading on her face as she searched Claudia’s eyes to figure out how the other woman had also felt about it. @atwoodryan​

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ravenpufff​:

“What an asshole,” Amy jokes. “We don’t need him.”

As they talk about family and their future, Amelia can’t help but wonder if she can even imagine that kind of far away future with Elisa this early on in the relationship. Neither of them are perfect and both of them have been hurtful to one another on multiple occasions, but Amy wanted to try and that was new.

Amy grins when she sees Elisa’s dreamy face. “That’s cute as fuck. Can you picture them running around the oval office or something?” She sighs, “Well whatever you see, I hope you get everything you want. We need a woman to be president – like yesterday.”

There’s a cart near the elephants exhibit that is selling popcorn and cotton candy, and Amy’s stomach growls at the smell of popcorn wafting through the air. 

She points at the cart, “Babe, I want some. You want any?”

@malcolmbrights​ 

Elisa is hooked. Although there’s the possibility that Amy might not be ‘the one’ and they’re both too young for that sort of thinking anyways, Elisa can’t help but think that Amy is at the very least her first love. She’s liked women and men before and has had lots of sex with strangers, but she’s never loved anyone until she met Amy. 

Proof of this is, when they argue, she always attempts to hear her out or attempts to talk things out instead of ignoring Amy. Usually, with other women and men she’d do the awful thing and call them crazy, but with Amy - even when she acts insane and throws shit - she could never. She wants to be better around her. She thinks Amy deserves better. 

“I hope that, before I become president,” because Elisa is certain she will be, no question, “there’s at least one other woman president before me. That way if I fuck up, people won’t be all “women shouldn’t be president because Elisa is a fuck up’ you know?” A laugh from her. “But, then again, men always fuck up..”

When Amy sees the food, Elisa scurries after to her and smiles. “I want some cotton candy and some popcorn. I might as well be a popcorn addict. So I’m sorry for how my kisses will taste later.” Elisa touches her lips and then places her hands at her sides. “Actually, I understand if you choose not to kiss me after I eat all of this.” 

@engeljjk​ @ravenpufff​

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Maybe it was just her default reaction to Adrian’s stupidly pretty face, but she squinted at him. “Are you like psychoanalyzing me right now?” she scoffed. “And maybe it is perfectionism or maybe it’s just because I pour my fucking heart into it, and I don’t know if I can take any criticism because my art is me.”

Rose couldn’t help but laugh, but she didn’t bother shooting the idea down. “That’s stupid, but yeah, maybe we’ll be friends one day.” The guy who was only supposed to be a once-and-done-guy had somehow managed to become somewhat a part of her life.

She didn’t reply with heavy sarcasm or something smart because even though she knew everything that he was saying. It was nice to hear someone else say it to her for a change. “I’m just fucking exhausted… but it’s not like I even look like I have my shit together either, so why do I even bother?”

She chugs the rest of her water and moves to the ragged couch without turning to see if Adrian follows her there. She pulls out another cigarette and lights it while it’s in her mouth. She throws the lighter on the makeshift coffee table and looks towards her “friend”. “You staying over or you have to study?

@malcolmbrights​

Adrian’s done with his food by now, so this conversation probably should be over. He doesn’t want it to be though, so he overstays his welcome and keeps talking while she lets him; the idea of opening a gallery just for her in his head. The company is what he needs, really. Rose might be a bit of an ass towards him, and he might not be perfect himself, but he doesn’t have much company. All of the people he’s seeing right now are pissed with him, and his baby mama only lets him see their kid on weekends. So he’s basically on his own when he’s not working his residency at the hospital. 

“Maybe? Who knows?” He copies her, even though he’s the one who mentioned them being friends. Then, he crosses his arms over his chest and gives her a cheeky grin, completely amused by her behavior and words. “You bother because you secretly give a shit... Or that’s my assumption?” He bit his bottom lip in thought. Still convinced that, since no one knew what they were doing, that things would eventually settle for him 

He’s thinking about that when she asks him if he’s staying over. “I always have to study. I live and breathe textbooks at this point. But I’ll stay cause I feel we could both use he company.” A smirk makes it’s way to his lips and he raises a brow. 

@engeljjk​ @ravenpufff​

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ravenpufff​:

Ari can smell the coffee more than the tea Rory’s preparing for her. She can’t describe why that smell and the way the house feels just makes her feel safe and loved.

She hears and feels the cup being settled on the counter in front of her, and she goes to grab it but stops immediately when Rory warns that it’s very hot.

Ari gingerly moves one hand across the counter, and she finds the handle without nearly burning herself on the body of the mug. She slides it closer to her, but she’s careful not to let it slide too far. She blows on it gently and waits patiently for it to cool down.

“Well why did you make it so hot then? Do you even want me to drink it or are you trying to kill me?” she scoffs playfully.

She rolls her eyes at her nephew. “We get it. You’re rich, geeeeeeeez,” she teases him some more. “But that’s cute that you remember what Jo said about me – Or wait did you text him just now? – That’s cheating and I take it back if you did.”

Rory enjoys spending time with his aunt. He loves her very much. And as much as he loves his aunt Amya, he loves Ari more and always has. He’s never said it out loud but it’s likely known. And if it’s not, that’s kind of funny to him. 

Settled in his seat, he laughs and then sighs loud enough for her to hear. “If I were trying to kill you, you’d have been dead ages ago. I am just bad at adjusting temperature. I think I need to buy a coffee pot with better adjustments. Or I need to tear this one apart and make one myself.” He runs his hand through his hair, before going, “Oops.” Because he’s doing that thing where he talks way past the point. 

“I didn’t text him - oh my god. If i texted him, you would know. I always have my ringer on!” It’s the anxiety that makes him that way. What if someone were to get hurt and he not know? What if? He hates the thought. Especially, since his grandfather is in the hospital. Not because he’s had a heart attack or anything, but because he managed to fall down some stairs while making a phone call and broke his arm. Something that now has Rory scared of stairs.

“But I talk to Jo a lot. He tells me all sorts of things. He keeps less from me than Alex, who sometimes still acts like I’m five and refuses to talk to me about girls.” Rory yammers on as he sits comfortably. “Like nothing weird. But Jo gives me tips, and one of his tips, is to cook well and know how to pour a damn good cup of coffee or tea. And that’s how we got to how you liked yours.” He nods his head, even though she can’t see him and smiles. 

@ravenpufff​ @engeljjk​

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ravenpufff​:

“Call me Roberts again and you can have whatever you want baby,” Rose drawls, her voice extra sultry for effect. She laughs before composing herself again. “I’m dead serious though. You can have him! My friends’ dogs had a litter a month ago, and they’re trying to unload them.”

@agaywad​ @fatalewrites​

Ama laughed. “Roberts’ really does it for you? Just that?” She wanted to poke her girlfriend between the ribs but knew that was dangerous territory with Rose. So she avoided it and kept her hands to herself. “I do want him though. He’s adorable. I can even make jokes about how he’s my baby. Even have a ‘Welcome Home’ photoshoot.” Of course Ama was just messing around. She wasn’t going to have a bringing home baby photoshoot for a dog. 

@ravenpufff​ @engeljjk​

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cxmewhxtmxy​:

“You should’ve mentioned it. Coming from anyone else it would have been weird, but not from you.” Emilie assured him. Ford was the only person she’d trust to tell her if they wanted to have a child with her, but considering she would be the one carrying their child, she could definitely understand his hesitation.

“I couldn’t go into this without knowing that I was certain of my decision.” It was just how she was, always making pros and cons list before she made any big decisions, it was what brought her over from England. “I’ll make sure you know it all and that way you can come to any you want.”

“Well, at least one of us mentioned it. Since it’s happening, I think that’s the thought that counts.” He nodded his head simply, and then took a sip of his coffee. Ford’s heart was beating loud in his chest due to his nerves. He was the nervous type, but this was all so exciting and new that he couldn’t help but to feel nervous.

Swallowing his drink, he added, “Thank you. I’m completely ready for this journey. I’ve always wanted to be a father.” Something he never shared with anyone. But it was the truth.  

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cxmewhxtmxy​:

    Hayes let out a slight sigh, she often felt like there were people who where flawed and then there was her. Her parents would insist that in her personal life, she still hadn’t grown up. “Well, guess that’s a win for me.” she chuckled, smiling at the hug and the kiss. “I think I can do that. It seems like we’ve both got a bit of work to do.”

“We do. I’d even say we had a lot of work to do. But relationships take work, and always have. Though our situation is different and we both have to try harder than the rest, I think we can make it work.” Claudia stroked Hayes’ cheek. She hoped at least that they could. That was important to her. She liked Hayes a lot and a future without her sounded boring.

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“It has it’s moments. But I do see some crazy shit. Once found a guy impaled on a fence that he tried to jump over.” Maya replied, she rarely let herself tell stories from the job, she often found it easier to leave it at the firehouse despite the fact that the bar was constantly filled with the co-workers she called family. “It’s all just a part of the job, you know? We’re just happy when we know things worked out.”

Elektra nodded her head as she listened, eyes widening at the story. “Wow, that’s a lot. Not everyone could do that. I mean, I sure as hell couldn’t. I’m not a fan of blood of any kind. Makes me nauseous.” Her brother was the same. So she guessed it ran in the family.  

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cxmewhxtmxy​:

Alison couldn’t believe just how perfect the furniture was, she didn’t want to leave the rocking chair, it was the most comfortable she had been in months and knowing that the amazing man she was head over heels for had built them had made it all the more special. “A light green. It’s still pretty neutral but it’s not the traditional yellow.” She suggested before shaking her head. “More worried that you weren’t sleeping enough.” She hadn’t been able to stop herself from worrying. “I didn’t start thinking of names until I started to really show, like more than just that little bump that looked like I was just bloated but actually pregnant. It felt real then.”

Javier crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the door frame. Looking at his loving wife sit in the chair he made for her and their baby meant everything to him. It was as though all his hard work had paid off. It also felt like a sign that things were really coming together. Something he really really wanted, considering the circumstances of the pregnancy. He wasn’t put-off by it, but he did want some normalcy now. “I will get plenty of sleep knowing that you now have a proper working rocking chair for you and the baby” He gave her a brilliant smile and walked over to her to be closer. “I had no idea you’ve been thinking of names that long. I’ve thought of names but nothing worth mentioning.” He gave her a kiss on the cheek. “I do love the name Skye though. It’s amazing, just like our baby will be amazing.”

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cxmewhxtmxy​:

Alya really had assumed that the safehouse would be empty, she had forgotten that anyone else even knew about the place. Usually she’d find out shield had set up but this was the closest and she didn’t particularly feel like bleeding out in ally way somewhere instead. “I could patch this up myself. Wouldn’t be the first time.” She’d been doing it since she’d been a child after all. “I’m always a mess. Thank you though.”

Margot sighed at her comment. “True, you could do it yourself, but it’s much easier when someone else does it - is it not?” The nurse moved closer to her, and then waited for a response. Unsure if the other will let her help or not. Margot was used to stubbornness from people, so if she decided she could handle it on her own, she’d watch. 

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cxmewhxtmxy​:

Emilie couldn’t deny that she was getting excited now, though she was still nervous, terrified that it wouldn’t work out or he would end up changing his mind at some point. But she knew Ford, knew she could trust and depend on him, it came from many years of friendship and she was confident that this would be wonderful for the both of them, that they would be wonderful parents.

“I’m glad I finally got the nerve to ask you, I don’t think there’s anyone else I’d really want to do this with.” She admits, biting her lip at his questions. “Umm, about six months. I wanted to be sure about this and then I wanted to have all of the information that I could.” Emilie explained. “I’ll get the necessary appointments set up.”

“I’m glad you did, too. I’ve thought about doing something like this, after that conversation we had a while back. I just didn’t know how to ask you without it coming off as weird.” Because as a guy, he felt like it would come off as weird if he had been the one to ask. Even if he had mentioned science as the basis of making it happen. There was just something better about Emilie asking that made it feel right and not awkward at all. There’s shared history and friendship between them, sure, but it just seems appropriate for her to be the one in charge on this specific matter since she’d be carrying the baby.

“But I’m glad you thought it over and decided this is something you really wanted. And yeah, just call me and tell me when your appointments are and we’ll go from there.” Admittedly, he was a little scared and nervous. But his excitement outweighed that feeling. “I just need to know the whens and wheres so I can make sure to put off work. I don’t want to miss anything.” like at all. He was all in. 

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text 📱claudia x sawyer

sawyer: i will take it from you that i should count myself lucky. mostly, i would rather read than watch anything anyway. or go to plays or musicals. that kind of thing.

sawyer: you're cute. and lol believe me. i know i'm not old. especially with how i can move my body when i'mm with you and everything else after all.

sawyer: of course i'm going to the ball with you. i wouldn't have it any other way. and don't worry about your mother. i can handle her. does she not like our age difference?

claudia: i love love love plays and musicals. we should go to one, one of these days. i think it'd be lovely.

claudia: okay, true. i like older women, but i don't like, uhm, women who can't keep up. and truly, you keep up better than some of the women my age. so yeah, not old. i just like teasing.

claudia: no, she just doesn't like people who weren't raised in her intermediate circle. also she just doesn't like me, period. so she doesn't really like anyone i date. soo...

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text 📱claudia x baudelaire

baudelaire: baby, i think this is a new miracle. you actually listening to me.

baudelaire: i miss you too. i always do when we aren't together. i'm glad you've found a job though. plus, books keep great company.

baudelaire: what's your fave thing so far at your job?

baudelaire: please tell me if you're no longer feeling safe or if you feel differently about you know who. i'd rather not even type her name if it's all the same to you.

claudia: that's because i love you. anyone else has to deal with the fact that i'm a stubborn son of a bitch. but you, you, i know you mean well. so i listen.

claudia: i like being able to talk to people. it lets me worry less about what you're doing and it's just nice to give recommendations

claudia: because, well, i've always been something of a bookworm, and i think it's lovely to just tell people what i think they'd like. it's nice.

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text 📱eva x yael

yael: i very much like that idea. but how would i get there? especially if it's gong to be a secret location.

yael: it all sounds perfect, really eva. gosh i'm lucky to be with you. for you to have chosen me.

yael: a blonde wig? but i love your hair the way it issss babe.

eva: i can have someone meet you half-way? i have a lot of power now, it shouldn't be as difficult as it sounds.

eva: i love my hair the way it is, too. i just know the red's the loudest thing about myself 😂

eva: you don't need a disguise though. unless you want one?

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text 📱celeste x harper

harper: well, do you need to go to the doctors then and get some allergy medication or allergy testing?

harper: hey, don't look at me. it wasn't MY decision.

celeste: fine, i will get an allergy test.

celeste: and even if it were your decision, i know it's a good decision. i just hate not working, you know?