#c. sorcha aibhilin victoria

[yourgirlsfriday]

"Fireworks, more junkfood than anyone can truly stomach, all the favorites you want all summer but get saved for 'special' days. What's not to love about the Fourth? I call it my half-birthday even though that's technically four days past now."

[yourgirlsfriday]

“Happy birthday Sorcha!”

@illbringthechaosmagic | answered

"Thank you, Wanda." Sorcha beams as she offers the other a glass of lemonade. "It's sweet you remembered."

[yourgirlsfriday]

@hellraisxrs | continued here for easier tracking

Sorcha wonders how it actually came to this. How she'd gone from independent and happy, to about to marry a woman who doesn't respect her at all. This is something Sorcha's dreamed of for years.

A beautiful day beside the person she loved. Smiles, dancing, the ridiculous cake - all of those hopes crushed in one fell swoop. Rebecca's hand on her cheek just reminds her where she is and what's shifted in her life.

The glare leveled at her wife (what's the point of adding to be, she mentally huffs, when all that really separates them from the title is forty minutes and a piece of paper?), is considerable. Taking a breath, Sorcha smiles sweetly, though her tone is acidic.

"Fine, I didn't peg you for wanting to flaunt your wife's body, but if that's the case, I'll be changed in just a minute." Pulling away, she grabs the dress, stalking into the washroom.

[yourgirlsfriday]

@weirdnlusty​ | preplanned starter 

Sorcha had felt like she might murder someone as she was called for a disaster response. She’d made plans, and loathes when she has to abruptly leave without cancelling. But, a fight is a fight and she’s not about to just shirk her duty. It’s grueling, and she’s got more scrapes than normal, which further keys her up as she heads back to her town house.

The roar of her motorcycle helps some. Drowns out the noises of life around her, at least for a little while. By the time she’s pulling into her garage, she’s feeling more human, less soldier. Though when the two diverged she really can’t say. 

Unlocking her door, hitting the button for the garage door, she wanders into her house, through the kitchen toward the front room. She needs to at least put her boots where they go before crawling into the shower. Her hands unbuckle the strap of her helmet, a soft hiss as it comes free, the strap hitting a scrap along her neck. 

“Son of a bitch,” she groans, tugging her helmet off. Her hair falls out from under it, a mess of curls. Some are intact, some are crushed, some tendrils are plastered to her skin. It’s when she’s running her hand through it she notices she’s not alone. 

“Isaac?” Oh. Oh shit. “Fuck. I’m sorry!” 

[yourgirlsfriday]

“Happy birthday to the best sister in the world.” Sharon! Thisvastmultiverse

@thisvastmultiverse | answered

"Happy fourth, Sharon," Sorcha grins in response. "Another trip around the sun completed!"

[yourgirlsfriday]

I don't normally send borderline pornographic content into submission boxes

But I might just have to make an exception today

“You look handsome. I wouldn’t say lewd, but I’m certainly thinking thoughts.” 

[yourgirlsfriday]

@marvariants​ said  “I don’t think I can do this.”

“I promise you, you can,” Sorcha says soothingly. Doubts are natural, voicing them is healthy. Which is why Sorcha is doing her best to comfort Vilotta. She’s one of the strongest women the blonde knows. 

[yourgirlsfriday]

❛ you can’t save everyone. ❜ (Steve to Sorcha; Mxrvelouscreations)

@mxrvelouscreations

"Oh, like you've got room to talk, Steve." Sorcha scoffs, careful not to twist or move her very broken arm. Worth it, she had gotten to that kid in time. That's what matters in the end.

"If we don't try to save them all, it feels like we're playing god. An' we ain't got that kind of authority. So I'll keep sacrificing bits of myself for others. Kay? Great talk, Champ." She's only sharp because she's hurting, the adrenalin wearing off and the endorphins miles off.

[yourgirlsfriday]

@mxrvelouscreations​

Her mouth drops open as her cheeks heat up. Natasha’s a beautiful person, this is, however, making her brain short out in the worst way. Clearing her throat Sorcha scrapes together some semblance of a sentence. 

“There are days where you’re beautiful because of your smile, and some because of the way you kick someone in the teeth, and then there’s this, doll. Showstopper.”

[yourgirlsfriday]

        “Oh,” Sorcha smiles, a hand pressing against her cheek. “You look - so sweet. It doesn’t negate the, suggestive outfit, but I certainly look at this and think of a partner waiting for the other to come home, rather than a seductress. It’s - you’re beautiful, Wanda.” 

[yourgirlsfriday]

           That’s a far too distracting photo, evidenced by someone clearing their throat and Sorcha jolting. “Hm? What - right of course.” 

[yourgirlsfriday]

@illbringthechaosmagic​ said [ beg ] — my muse begs your muse to cum 

     Sorcha takes a little too much pleasure in how Wanda sounds begging to come. She’s lovely, spread out like this, letting Sorcha pleasure her. Sorcha’s going to draw this later, to keep the memory. Leaning down, she presses her lips against Wanda’s. It’s a short kiss, sweet and at odds with how Sorcha’s been keeping the redhead hanging in that space just before orgasm.

“Keep singing for me a little while longer, baby doll, then you can come, promise. Just a little more, you’re so pretty like this.” She says lips pressing down along her jaw, to Wanda’s throat. Sorcha curls her fingers up gently, pressing along the front of her pussy, thumb making a half circle on her clit. 

[yourgirlsfriday]

@heldheart​ said  [  INTERRUPTED  ] :  as sender and receiver lean in to kiss they are interrupted by a third party.

       She is used to her life being interrupted. Truly, part and parcel to the shield, to her name. But she is not pleased to be interrupted by a co-worker when she is off the clock and just trying to say hello to her girlfriend. 

The stare she gives the intruder has them scurrying off, and she sighs. “Well, so much for that hello.” 

[yourgirlsfriday]

@heldheart​ said:  send   “ i’m here. “    for my muse to wake up and find yours.

      She feels ache-y, as if she’s been down with pneumonia again. Which doesn’t really make sense, she hasn’t been sick all winter while they were running all over Europe. She doesn’t even remember the date right now. 

“Hey, easy. I’m here,” Sorcha hears as she blinks. The lights make her wince and it takes a second to realize it’s Bexley’s voice. Turning her head, she smiles. 

“Bexley. Did’ya see what hit me? Can’t have been pneumonia again, right?” 

[yourgirlsfriday]

@heldheart​ said:  “Fine, I give in. I think you’re right…I need to talk to someone.”

     “Bex.” Sorcha doesn’t know if she should comfort her sister or praise her. It seems wrong to do either, and wrong to do neither. So she settles for offering a hug. Her arms open for the younger blonde. 

“Whatever you need, just say it, I’ll make it happen.” 

[yourgirlsfriday]

@heldheart​ said  send me   “ you’re here…?”   for your muse to wake up in a hospital bed and find my muse holding their hand.

Sorcha smiles as Sam’s eyes open. That those are her girlfriend’s first words to her isn’t especially surprising. Reaching out, she gently brushes hair out of Sam’s face. 

“Where else would I be? You were hurt, I can’t bear to be anywhere but right here with you.”