" into MY WORLD ! "

twenty  years  hadn’t  rewritten  the  language  of  sacha’s  hands, how  they’d  once  traced  the  arch  of  her  hip  in  a  dorm  room  bathed  in  neon,  now  deftly  adjusting  a  hemline  like  it  could  armor  them  both  from  what  simmered  beneath. her own  fingers  lingered  on  the  emerald  silk  draped  over  sacha’s  couch,   fabric  cool  and  slippery  as  secrets.  twenty  years  had  sanded  down  the  sharp  edges  of  their  old  flame,  but  this, the  way  sacha’s  voice  frayed  at  the  edges  when  they  asked  for  help,  the  citrus-and-sweat  tang  of  their  perfume  cutting  through  the  loft’s  sterile  air, still  snagged  like  a  splinter  under  skin. “since  when  do  you  admit  defeat,  sach?”  the  old  nickname  slipped  out,  honeyed  and  dangerous.  she  could  still  taste  the  ghost  of  it  on  their  tongue  from  nights  crammed  in  a small twin  bed,  dissecting  fabric  swatches  and  each  other’s  mouths. “you’re  overcomplicating  it.  it’s  about  what’s  missing.”  her  voice  dipped,  raw  as  the  confession  she’d  buried  in  ’04.  “always  was  with  you...  maybe  you  need  less  glitter,  more …  teeth.”  soraya  tugged  her  cardigan  tighter,  suddenly  aware  of  her  own  body — the  stretch  of  wool  against  her  breasts,  the  sweat  at  her  lower  back.  “or  maybe,”  she  said,  softer  now,  turning  to  catch  their  eye,  “you’re  scared  it’ll  fit  too  perfect.”  the  double  meaning  hung,  ripe  and  bruisable.  she  held  her  breath.  waited.  come  on,  sach.  jump.  fall.  something.  

they  sat  almost  sunken  within  the  cushion  of  the  imported  couch  as  hues  of  moss  burned  a  hole  in  the  ceiling.  their  mind  had  spun  in  a  form  of  a  vortex,  twisting  it's  surroundings  in  order  to  feed  into  the  killer  of  peace,  but  seeking  for  soraya.  the  late  night  dorm  visits  with  tangled  legs  and  giggles  under  a  fluorescent  light  had  earned  it's  position  in  sacha's  vault.  along  with  the  taste  of  the  campus  coffee  sitting  on  her  lips  as  they  couldn't  find  the  right  goodbye  kiss.  a  taste  that's  never  left  her  lips  since  they  first  connected.  bold  and  rich  like  a  much  needed  shot  of  expresso  then  the  lingering  sweetness  that  gave  life  to  curiosity.  what  kept  them  wanting  to  be  within  arms  reach  if  time  deem  it  to  be  fit.  "  i'm  not  admitin'  to  defeat  [  .  .  .  ]  and  i  only  did  that  once.  "  the  air  like  flutter  of  sacha's  playful  mumble  resonated  in  the  air  with  soraya's.  a  soft  chuckle  followed  suit  when  a  thought  came  to  mind.  as  she  spoke,  their  eyebrows  shifted  from  motioning  inward  as  they  processed  her  words.  anxious  but  excited  for  her  to  tap  into  the  band  of  familiarity  when  it  came  to  their  mind.  the  history  spoke  for  it  self.  "  more teeth?  "  the  words  mimicked  wind  chimes  as  the  corner  of  their  lips  twitched  upward.  at  the  mention  of  what  could  be  missing,  it  made  the  designer  shift  in  their  posture  as  it  truly  lassoed  her  attention.  eyes  followed  her  movements  with  a  hint  of  worry  only  for  it  to  shift  to  alluring,  her  set  of  words  making  their  head  tilt  and  eyes  snap  back  from  soaking  in  her  curves.  "  i'm  scared  to  ruin  what's  already  perfect.  "  a  polite correction and confession  but  it  was  layered  as  well.  a  mixture  of  longing  feelings  from  over  twenty  years  mirrored  with  their  lowered  gaze,  "  are  you  cold?  "  fingers  swiped  their  bottom  lip  to  gather  their  composure.

shifting  her  weight  to  one  leg  as  she  scrolled  across  her  screen,  setting  a  digital  path  to  filter  what  he  had  in  favor.  the  charms  on  her  bracelet  creating  small  choirs  of  notes  before  her  movements  halted."  is  [  .  .  .  ]  is  everything  okay?  "  trimmed  brows  had  rose  in  curiosity  but  genuine  care  as  she  used  the  ball  of  her  foot  to  turn  to  face  him.  "  i  can  do  peaceful.  "  alma  replied  in  an  almost  hushed  tone  with  a  light  nod,  the  change  in  her  gaze  softened  but  her  lips  started  to  stretch  once  again,  "  maybe  —  if  you  have  the  time?  i  would  like  to  drive  you  myself.  "  before  flipping  the  thin  pad  to  face  the  screen  towards  him,  alma  took  measured  steps  until  she  was  at  an  appropriate  distance.  "  the  view  is  better  up  close  and  personal.  trust  me.   "

I’m tired of you using me. You’re the most selfish people I’ve ever met in my life. Look, I know you don’t care about being smart or going to school or anything else but just because your lives are such lost causes, don’t keep assuming that mine is.

Linda Cardellini as Lindsay Weir in Freaks and Geeks (1999-2000) created by Paul Feig

closed starter for @scftlightz

"oh, wow... i come back from my lunch break and here you are, lounging in my office like you own it. what do you want?"

"  your  office  has  the  craziest  reception,  okay?  i  was  trying  to  be  a  good  person  and  could  possibly  brighten  your  day,  but  i'm  thinking  maybe  we  could  move  this  some  other  time?  what's  up  your  back?  "

the way luz's lips touched the back of her neck practically brought her back to the days when they had first met. fran wished she had more of this time with luz; maybe it was actually attainable if fran took a backburner with the show. but ratings were at an all time high right now, and she had never seen so much success and publicity before until now. her priority would always be luz, and she needed to show that more. luz's words charmed fran just like they had when they first met, that same spark and attraction still there like it was from the moment they laid eyes on each other. fran had no idea how she had caught her attention, but she would never complain about it and was just grateful that luz had given her so much grace and patience. she didn't deserve it, even though luz believed she did. she was about to respond to protest, but before she could she melted into her touch and lips, responding to the kiss by letting herself indulge in the way her wife's lips felt on hers. she deepened it a bit more now, beginning to sit up before pulling away for a moment to let out a sigh against her lips. "you drive me crazy, luz."

the  memory  of  their  first  encounter  was  ranked  high  among  her  most  cherished.  the  only  one  that  could  challenge  it's  spot  was  the  night  she  declared  her  love  for  fran  officially.  she  was  sure  everything  entity  in  the  universe  was  tired  of  her  praying  for  the  world  to  stop  spinning  —  just  so  she  could  have  more  time  to  sit  in  that  moment,  but  she  was  blessed  with  more  than  what  she  asked.  she  wanted  fran's  laugh  to  forever  echo  in  the  canals  of  her  ears,  their  lips  taking  their  routine  by  sharing  loving  kisses,  then  celebrating  the  milestones  that  mattered  most.  she  leaned  into  the  deepened  kiss  as  her  head  started  to  spin,  but  it  grew  steady  when  she  felt  her  pull  back.  luz  had  shifted  to  face  towards  her  fully  as  she  grew  impatient  with  wanting  to  shower  her  in  affection.  "  i'm  just  getting  started.  "  she  stifled  her  giggle  against  her  wife's  soft  lips,  bringing  both  of  her  hands  to  cradle  her  in  her  palms  while  her  lips  deliberately  ghosted  her  own.  "  [  .  .  .  ]  c'mere.  "  softened  words  filled  with  dense  love  and  adoration.  she  wasn't  a  lightweight  when  it  came  to  alcohol  but  with  fran  she  didn't  mind  the  constant  state  of  daze.  a  gentle,  but  desperate  tug  for  her  to  pull  the  femme  onto  her  lap  as  she  leaned  against  the  curve  of  the  tub.  causing  ripples  underneath  the  foam  clouds,  "  lets finish up your massage, hm?  "

maybe it was the size of the small room they were sharing that was starting to get to kaiden-- or at least, that was the excuse he wanted to make so he could stop thinking about how long he had gone sober for. before kaiden could read much more, the book was back into kuchel's hands. "half of it," he repeated in a scoff, at this point believing they might not ever get this project done. as much as kuchel got on his nerves, he couldn't help but crack a small smile in response to her comparison of the shared room to a 'boiled chicken sandwich'. he raised a brow at her proposal just slightly, knowing that focusing on anything but the song might not be a good idea for him. but, at the same time, he was going stir crazy not being able to get out. "fine-- but we need to get this song done."

"  aw,  big  word  for  elmo?  "  her  plump  bottom  lip  poked  out  to  emphasize  her  tease.  it  was  odd  but  getting  the  small  crack  to  form  on  his  lips  made  her  own  stretch  but  she  recoiled  with  an  eyeroll.  the  fact  that  she  was  proposing  to  ditch  with  him  was  a  statement  on  it's  own.  kuchel  liked  the  concept  of  pushing  his  buttons,  seeing  him  frustrated  when  he  either  couldn't  fire  back  with  a  quip  or  knew  she  was  making  sense  —  for  once.  hearing  the  magic  word  that  cause  her  lips  to  fully  form  into  a  smile  that  showcased  teeth,"  we're  going  to,  pumpkin.  i'll  just  tell  them  we're  stepping  out  for  a  while.  the  lie  would  come  to  me  when  i  see  management.  "  the  nickname  rolling  off  her  tongue  as  she  shot  him  a  wink  then  smacked  the  book  against  his  shoulder  with  gentle  force.  "  i'm  going  to  play  nice  and  let  you  pick  the  first  spot.  "  she  reached  for  her  jacket  and  bag  by  abandoning  her  guitar  and  scattered  papers  of  pointless  notes  to  make  possible  changes.  "  lets  see  how  fast  we  can  leave  the  building  without  hearing  a  ‘hey’.  "