#𝘪𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘵 /▸✧ 𝘔𝘈𝘐𝘕 𝘝𝘌𝘙𝘚𝘌 .
❛ i didn't think to question the blissful truth; that your intentions were all pretend and this sinking feeling's you. ❜
[ 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 . . . @shadowbrn // jj ] ► glass heart — caskets
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@e1igius 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫.
𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐘, 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊. relapsing was a part of recovery. the excuse she used over and over and over again, constantly allowing herself to dive into a state of mind that offered respite. a vicious cycle. sober for a few weeks, a few months, before a text would come in; an invite to dinner, an offer to come home. such things were the last thing sawyer wanted. no contact had been tossed around countless times by concerned friends and past lovers. it was for her own good! they'd preach, trying to get through to her but never would it land upon an open ear. instead, sawyer remained in her cycle, comfortable with the fact that it was predictable — at least she could count on that.
the event that catapolted her back into that comfort was hosted by a friend she barely knew, in a bar that she was very familiar with. yet, when the invitation was posed, sawyer was incapable of turning it down. a phonecall from one of her sisters earlier that day had sent her into a frenzy, taking a shot in the middle of the day before holding off when she knew that she'd have all night to find that perfect buzz — that space between sober and completely annihilated that left her face as numb as her desire to numb negative emotions. a shot of tequila taken in a group, she knocked it back with terrifying ease, barely making a face afterward before noticing something. well . . . some one.
with no hesitation ( because why would there be? ), sawyer made her way towards the table where her unofficial new friend sat,�� ❛ you look like someone whose got some real good stories. ❜ though her stature was small, her presence was large, warm and welcoming; perhaps even a little innocent and naiive. sliding into a seat at his side, she held out a hand for him to shake, her lips pulled in a wide, toothy smile, ❛ i'm sawyer. what's you're name, stranger? ❜ the thought of rejection didn't even cross her mind, acting on instinct and impulse, as she did with most of her existence. it worked for her this far, didn't it?
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❛ i hid my deepest feelings so well, i forgot where i placed them. ❜
𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄. // @salvatoraes + accepting.
𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫, sawyer still didn't feel it as much as maybe she should have. an aftereffect of how she abused the substance so frequently, her tolerance higehr than most and, unfortunately, that meant some people just couldn't keep up. thankfully, sawyer had managed to find someone that night who could, a stranger quickly becoming friend and confidant with how their conversations began to descend into the philosophical. sawyer would always tell people they'd be surprised how many friendships she made on the curb outside a random nightclub. this seemed to be no different.
with her coat wrapped around her shoulders, sawyer found reprieve in the cool night air, seated beside stefan with the intent to eventually hail a cab. where that cab would take them, sawyer wasn't sure, but there was enough of a mixture of alcohol and ecstasy for her to forgo any sense of care for the evening.
❛ i hid my deepest feelings so well, i forgot where i placed them. ❜
sawyer paused for a moment, head turning towards stefan with a newfound sense of comradery, because damn if that statement didn't hit home. how many years had sawyer been running from her own anger, from her own despair and self-loathing? when was the last time she truly let herself feel everything that she held within her small frame? she didn't know if she felt relieved or terrified at the realization that she couldn't remember. slowly, her gaze became distant, sinking into herself as the realization began to hit closer and closer to her heart.
only the sound of a car honking brought her out of her spiral, head lifting and meeting stefan's face before seeing a cab headed in their direction, ❛ i think this is us. ❜
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“🔥?”
𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 '🔥' 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐈𝐅 𝐒𝐀𝐖𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐔𝐔𝐔𝐔𝐔𝐓𝐄. // @redhead-reporter + accepting
❛ in the most platonic way possible, i'd fuck you. ❜ a big, cheesy smile followed suit, shoulders lifting to her ears as she feigned innocence, as if she didn't say something completely crude. ❛ you're welcome. ❜
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❛ are you happy now that i'm bleeding? ❜
[ 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 . . . @shadowbrn // harry ] ► red fur — veil of maya
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[ SHY ]
[ SHY ]: sender covers their face and receiver moves their hands away. // @rebelcliche + accepting .
𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞. what felt like months upon months of building tension between, them that sawyer had questioned multiple times, finally came to a head. sitting on the couch, the amount of trepidation could be cut with a butter knife, sawyer taking the lead and slowly leaning in but only enough that nancy would need to reciprocate the last ten percent. the first kiss had been slow, tender but deep enough to leave behind that familiar smack as they pulled away.
eyes had caught one another for a brief moment, sawyer trying to read nancy's face before leaning in to indulge in another kiss. a bit more hungry, a bit more bold, sawyer was conscious of how the other woman reciprocated as one of her hands lifted to cup her face, drawing nancy closer. with each sign of enthusiastic reciprocation, sawyer took it upon herself to reward, gently nipping and tucking on nancy's lower lip, effectively pulling away completely.
a large, toothy grin passed over the brunette's features, looking over nancy's face with a soft but attraction-filled gaze. a moment of pause, to check in and see how her counterpart was doing, was taken and sawyer was glad she had.
seeing nancy lift her hands to her face in embarrassement, sawyer immediately let off a soft, warm laugh, ❛ hey . . . ❜ the word was just above a whisper, trying to sooth and bring a sense of comfort and safety to the other woman as sawyer's own hands lifted to pull nancy's from her face. thankfully, there was little resistance, eyes meeting once again as hazel ones noticed the flush on nancy's cheeks, ❛ it's okay. we can take it slow. ❜
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@torncast gets a small starter.
𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓. sawyer didn't know how much farther she could crane her head back, but she attempted to do so anyways. having always been short, she'd often needed to look up at people, but what she was experiencing was a whole other level. eyes wide and mouth agape, sawyer tried to gather herself. it was rude to stare, she knew, and it probably wasn't uncommon for the stunning woman in front of her to be gawked at. still, the shorter woman shook her head, clearing her throat, ❛ sorry! sorry! i was just... ❜ tongue-tied, sawyer took a step back, ❛ you're gorgeous. ❜
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@feralsmile 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫.
𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐄? sawyer couldn't remember the last time she felt so accomplished, having finished off a rehersal on a high note. the energy, the vibration of knowing they had a show coming up, there was nothing quite like it; it was the only thing that could help her truly supress her desire to fall back into her old ways. of course, it would never truly stay that way, as she couldn't be rehearsing or performing all hours of the day every day. that rush certainly had a limit, much to sawyer's dismay. that didn't mean she couldn't bask in the aftermath of that feeling to the best of ability.
pulling up to julie's apartment building, it didn't take long for sawyer to find herself letting herself into her friend's apartment, ❛ julie! ❜ a bubbly tone left her easily, closing the door behind her before walking towards her friend's all too familair living room, ❛ don't get ready without me! ❜ the fear of missing out was always prominent in sawyer's demeanour, walking towards julie's bedroom with purpose. the moment she saw her friend in front of the mirror, sawyer pulled out a bag of make up, ❛ what the hell do you think you're doing? i said i was doing your make up this time! ❜
placing the bag in front of julie's face, sawyer moved to sit on her knees at julie's side, ❛ you did mine last time, remember? ❜
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[ RIDE ] for the taller muse to give the shorter one a piggyback ride so they don’t have to keep up // @prettybrawler
—— ❛ 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻?! 𝗺𝘆 𝗹𝗲𝗴𝘀 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗴𝗼 𝘀𝗼 𝗳𝗮𝘀𝘁! ❜ sawyer has half a mind to 𝗲𝗺𝗽𝗵𝗮𝘀𝗶𝘇𝗲 how small they are but, in all honesty, caed should know better by now. though there's annoyance in her tone, it's 𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗹𝘆 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗱 by the laugh it's laced in, finding a giddiness within herself that she hasn't felt in ages. they've made it through the trail with no issues ( sawyer having possibly thought them lost at one point ), the beach in view, and it seems 𝗲𝘅𝗰𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 has gotten the better of both of them. it's the first time she's shown anyone her little home-away-from-home, a secluded sandbed that is only accessible through back pathways and 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗹𝘀 𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱. sawyer doesn't know how long it's been since she's last visited but the mention of the ocean in a passing conversation reminded her.
sawyer watches as caed slows down, 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗮 𝗳𝗲𝘄 𝘆𝗮𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝗺, and sees him suddenly crouch down. there's no need for words, no need to ask what hes doing, especially when she sees him peer over his shoulder towards her, arms reaching behind himself. lips pull into a 𝗹𝗮𝗿𝗴𝗲, 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘀𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗲 as the petite woman immediately accepts the invitation, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist with a small leap of excitement. once caed is back on his feet, his full height allowing sawyer to see the world in a different view, she 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗲𝘀 𝗮 𝗸𝗶𝘀𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗲𝗸, nose nuzzling against his ear, ❛ thank yoooou! ❜ the appreciation is wrapped in a small melody before one more kiss is pressed behind his ear.
one arms unwinds itself from his neck, chin resting on the opposite shoulder as she 𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗻𝘁𝘀 in the direction they're to turn next, ❛ it's right down that path then a right at the fork. ❜
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❛ you want your hands on my neck, keep 𝘀𝘂𝗳𝗳𝗼𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 my breath ! ❜
@fuckthisguy | [ 𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙴 𝙻𝚈𝚁𝙸𝙲 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 . ] | 🇫🇱🇴🇺🇷🇮🇩🇪🇮🇳🇹🇭🇪🇭🇦🇷🇩🇸🇪🇱🇹🇿🇪🇷 - 🇧🇮🇱🇲🇺🇷🇮
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❛ hold your grudge, never a candle; 𝗰𝗮𝗻'𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘄 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗱𝗲 when you live in my shadow . ❜
@firststab | [ 𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙴 𝙻𝚈𝚁𝙸𝙲 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 . ] | ᴀᴋᴜᴅᴀᴍᴀ - ᴀʟᴘʜᴀ ᴡᴏʟꜰ
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❛ a cheers to the life 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝘀𝗲, another antichrist on the evening news. ❜
@bextibellicosi | [ 𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙴 𝙻𝚈𝚁𝙸𝙲 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 . ] | 🇦🇷🇹🇮🇫🇮🇨🇮🇦🇱 🇸🇺🇮🇨🇮🇩🇪 - 🇧🇦🇩 🇴🇲🇪🇳🇸
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❛ someone just like me, took the 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆 from you . ❜
@hellsrazed ( emmett ) | [ 𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙴 𝙻𝚈𝚁𝙸𝙲 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 . ] | 4🇩 - 🇳🇴🇷🇹🇭🇱🇦🇳🇪
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PROMPTS FOR YEARNING, LOTS OF YEARNING… // ACCEPTING .
—— 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲. 𝐨𝐡, 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲. sawyer peels back the layers that are felicity pierce. not just as the woman who lay at her side, but as a whole person — a wholistic being. there are things that sawyer is starting to realize, things that have a kindred ship between herself and the blonde; months and months of patience and intentional listening where the vocalist tucks away small spark-notes in the back of her mind. things that she deems important markers of cece's motives, personality and actions, giving her the ability to empathize and understand where she's coming from. there's a lot to unpack still, but sawyer doesn't see herself wanting to stop, only ever finding a sense of longing whenever cece is concerned. a longing for her touch, her taste, the desire to know her.
comfortability begins to grow between the two of them, bodies laying facing one another in nothing but their own skin and shielded by the duvet that covers both of them. there's still the afterglow that glimmers between them, lips pulled into bright, wide smiles as they share small touches and whisper sweet nothings to one another that descend into giggles. it's bliss and sawyer doesn't know how much more content she can be.
@godclaws : ❛ all the love i knew before ... it's nothing like the love i have with you. ❜
it's clear in the way sawyer's expression falls into one that holds much more adoration that she's fully registered just what cece has confessed. they've never said the words outloud; those three small words that hold the weight of an entire universe, but sawyer can't help and feel her heart race and her belly swarm with butterflies at the realization. the brunette props herself up on her elbow then, peering down and over her lover with a smile that grows and grows at the thought of what her lips will part with, ❛ y'know . . . ❜ sawyer begins, gently lifting a hand to brush some hair from cece's face, her own head tilting in ponderance, ❛ i use'ta think i knew what love was . . . use'ta think i knew how it's s'pposed to feel like. ❜
eyes catch the woman's beneath her, that smile never faltering, ❛ until you. ❜
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@depictedmorada 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴𝙳 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙰𝙽 𝙽𝙿𝙲 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 .
❛ esto es todos los días de mi vida. mátame ... ❜ [ this is every day of my life. kill me ... ] the words were spoken under his breath as the two of them looked on, hearing dante and sawyer bicker about the smallest aspect of the song they were in the middle of rehersing. it got to the point that connor had sat on the couch in the jam space beside maddy, bass sitting in his lap and the strap still slung over his shoulder as if he knew the routine — the possibility that he'd need to stand back up at any moment.
turning his attention back to maddy, he offered a small smile, ❛ it's cool that you come here and vibe, y'know? come support sawyer n' shit. it's dope. ❜
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[ edging ] your muse edges my muse close to an orgasm * FOR CECE 👀
𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑲𝒀 𝑺𝑪𝑬𝑵𝑨𝑹𝑰𝑶𝑺. // @godclaws + accepting
𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐜𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝. the first few times were a little awkward, not that sawyer held it against her. after multiple conversations, it was clear to sawyer that poor cece had been more sheltered and repressed than she'd initially thought. which left sawyer walking the blonde through what to do and how to do it; admitedly, sawyer really liked being able to just tell her newfound lover what to do. not often one to be in control, being the one with it in the palm of her hand was empowering — she could get used to it, if she was being honest.
however, that wasn't the case this time around, cece's mouth wrapped around sawyer's clit in a way that had the brunette's fists grip the sheets. back arched up and off the bed some, eyes rolling to the back of her head before her teeth took her lower lip between them with a soft whimper. if she had any thoughts left in her mind, sawyer would think of how proud she was of the woman between her thighs, how far she'd come and how good it all felt. and it wasn't just because of felicity's newfound skill, but because it was felicity herself.
that all too familiar feeling of a coil tightening began in her core, sawyer moving to prop herself up on one elbow as she peered down toward the pair of blue hues staring back up at her, ❛ it's go good, baby. you're doing so good ... ❜ sawyer's praise left her with ease, nodding her head as her hips involuntarily pushed forward, yearning for more. more of her mouth, her tongue, the sounds of satisfaction that vibrated against her clit.
one of sawyer's hands reached down, affectionately pushing some of cece's hair from her face and holding it so she could get a better view, ❛ fuck. you're gorgeous. keep going, pretty girl. don't stop. ❜
a soft cry left the brunette thereafter, letting her head fall back as her hips began their own small rhythm, trying to match felicity's to optimize the speed of which she found her end, ❛ i'm close ... ❜ a warning, that coil in her core starting to tighten to the point of release as each moan, each whimper and whine, became more desperate, ❛ oh, god. c'mon. i'm almost there. ❜
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