sail away, sailor.

hello hello i'm clara, currently working on changing my indie blog and restarting. i'll be adding more muses, but for now i'll only have Sailor, which is my Claire Holt fc. i'd love to plot with you! tracking: bxnfireheart

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There was a glimpse of surprise in her eyes and that was enough for James to feel accomplished. He could not blame her… Things have been tense since their break-up. Living with your ex was not an easy task and living with each other made it even harder for them to get through the day without even talking. They haven’t touched in weeks but he could not deny that he relished that brief moment with her skin against his hand before he drew it back. He closed his book, eyes still on the blonde. “Don’t have to prove anything, babe. Not to you. I know the truth and you know the truth”

The artist strolled confidently towards the female, smirk tugging up the left corner of his mouth. “You can fool around with your boy toys for as long as you want but you will never have what we had with them” He approached her with feral steps, like an animal preying on their next meal and only when he was close enough, he placed an arm on each side of her, trapping her against the counter. “It’s pointless to seek what we have in other people. You are mine and you want me to be yours”

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“I’m not yours.” She hissed, though her heart rate had skyrocketed once he was in her personal space. The blonde clenched her jaw, staring back at him hard because she’d learned long ago to never show James Davenport weakness -- he’d feed on it otherwise.  “You make me sound like property. You don’t own me. I’m not yours anymore. You gave up that privilege.” 

Sailor stepped forward a little, even more towards him, just to show she wasn’t intimidated by him. “You know it’s a two way street, darling. Seems like you will never be satisfied with anyone like you were with me.” Leaning forward, the blonde pressed her lips to his ear, taunting him. “Because no one will ever satisfy you like I did.”

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The young man let out a laugh and nodded his head. Nothing against Caucasian women, but he’d had one too many try to convince him they could make “good” Mexican food. “At least you know your faults,” he joked as he felt her arm slip around his. Instinctively his limb bent at the elbow so she could rest her own against it. “I need…uh,” he started, clearing his throat as eyebrows pushed together. “Food?”

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“Food.” She repeated back to him, beginning to make her way down the aisle. “Well, lucky for you, doll, you’re definitely in the right place. But do you know what kind of food? Meats? Snacks? Vegetables? Fruits?” She quirked a questioning brow at him, a smile across her face. “Do you have any ideas of meals you’re planning to make? I could help you go from there.” He might be better off with microwave dinners. 

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Now that did make him laugh. He remembered that; the fits of anger that made him lose control when a guy would dare to lay eyes on his girl. He could still feel himself flexing his hand tightly, just thinking about what Sailor and the poor bastard had done in their date. But he wouldn’t let her see that. No, he was going to laugh it off and focus on his book. “If that is your sad attempt to harm me, then you’re doing a terrible job at it, sweetheart” He did not raise his eyes to look at her, his gaze remained glued to each word on the page.  

For a moment, it seemed like her words fell on deaf ears but after a few seconds, his gaze abandoned the strings of words and settled on her eyes. A mix of anger and jealousy lingered could be seen in oceanic eyes as he leaned over, as if he was about to whisper a secret in her ear. She was getting on his nerves and he would have reached for her neck but for some unknown reason, his hand cupped her cheek, thumb gently stroking the skin softly. “I have nothing to be jealous of. That little boy you’re seeing… he’s just a toy. Something to keep yourself busy with. But I know you and I know that you will never want him because deep down, you know you’re mine. Nothing will change that”

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Sailor could see the sharp emotions in his eyes, one she’d become so accustomed to since James had come into her life. He was getting angry, jealous, and those were exactly the feelings she’d wanted to invoke after how he threw his apparent affair with the neighbor right in her face, like he was trying to make her jealous. Ha.

When he reached to her, she steeled herself, uncertain of what he might do. His touch was so gentle, it seemed foreign after their spiteful words towards each other as of late. Her eyes stayed locked on his face, wary and shocked. 

Whether James was right or not would remain unknown, because Sailor would surely not indulge in the thought; she would not allow herself to dive so deep as to examine the magnetic pull he had on her. “You seem incredibly sure of yourself, cherie. Not sure you should want to take that gamble, though. I don’t think you have any proof to help weigh down that wager.”

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Eyebrows pushed together as he looked playfully hurt. “What’s wrong with tamales?” he asked. Because, really, they were heaven wrapped in corn leaves. Whatever this woman had against them was obviously misinformed. “I don’t know, probably,” he chuckled. “I’m not good at this kinda thing, y’know? But guy’s gotta eat.”

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“Nothing is wrong with tamales. I just don’t know what to cook, but tamales is one I’d probably butcher tremendously.” She grabbed something off the shelf and read it before putting it back and turning to him with raised brows, an expression full of promise. “Well then. Let me be your personal shopper-- your personal grocery shopper, that is.” She took his arm, linking hers with his. “What do you need?”

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Mark dropped his head back as if she had just asked him the hardest question of his life. Everything his mother made happened to be his favorite food. Which would be an adorable trait, if he weren’t already twenty-three. “I guess just home-cooking,” he said, looking over at her again. “Mama makes these tamales that are… if I died with one of those in my mouth, I wouldn’t even care.”

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Sailor let out a lighthearted groan when he was vague, her shoulders slumping. “I should’ve told you to go for the Ragu,” the blonde merely teased. “Do you need any other help with anything in this store?” She figured she might as well distract herself from thinking about decisions; she was ready to just leave the store from lack of inspiration. 

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Eyebrows lifted as the young man turned to look at the blonde, an amused smile playing on his lips. Not the Ragu… but it was the cheaper brand. Maybe that was why, cheaper wasn’t better. “Preggo, huh?” he repeated, putting back the former while the latter made its way into his basket. “Do you happen to be an expert on tomato based spaghetti sauces?” Though, really, he was thankful that someone had spoken up. If not, it was highly likely he would have bought both of them and made his grandmother pick which one they would use.

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Her teeth dug into her lower lip, a playful glint finding its way into her deep blue eyes. “Actually, an expert on a little of everything.” She quirked, her eyes running over the shelves before finding him again. “Hey. What’s your favorite meal?” Maybe ideas from others would give her some inspiration to get things other than her normal laundry list of grocery store items.

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“What…” he started off, mumbling to himself in a grocery store. This wasn’t a common thing for Mark. The mumbling or the shopping. But here he was, comparing two different jars of spaghetti sauce with a half-full basket hanging over his arm. “They’re both red, how am I supposed to know which one to get.” The young man let out a quiet sigh before putting them both back… and picking them up again.

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The grocery store was always a bit of a drag, mainly because when you went multiple times a month, it became... monotonous. You bought the same food, which was in the same aisle, on the same shelf. Nothing was ever different. Sailor's eyes were running over the shelves, trying to find something different for a change when she heard the mumbling of the man. A soft smile spread over her lips, causing her to lean to the side, a little closer to him, while she said in a loud whisper:. “Not the Ragu. Never the Ragu. Prego is always safe.”

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working on a muse page for multiple muses. i have a feeling just using sailor in this community would have her very ignored so!! more people :)

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My daddy taught me you get no where being nice             So now I’m sharing his advice

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reblog if you rp nsfw.

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And just as a reminder to all of my followers:

NSFW doesn’t just mean sexually explicit content; it can also mean:

blood

gore

horror

psychological

and anything possibly largely triggering

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[aevallare]

look at me” it’s a command, not a question “look at me” her eyes are jagged glass, crystal clear and brutal “look at me” she meets his gaze and “your body is a temple” sneers and sighs, a thousand censored thoughts wings sprout from the smoke of her cigarette and her laugh chills the air “god made you to be mine” her naked body shudders and her cigarette burns into his arm

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[badassteller]

“I don’t want to leave you, that’s the last thing I want.” He put his arms around her, hugging her tight. “Theres no way to fix things, but I will come back. But thats after a month or two.”

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He still sounded like he was leaving without her, and she didn’t like it. She held onto him tightly, refusing to let go. “No..” The word was practically a whimper off her lips. “I’ll go. I’ll go. I just.. I’ll go with you.”

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                         тrauma can be ｒｅｐｒｅｓｓｅｄ                                       but                                                                         it cannot be …Ꭼʀаѕeđ

[gilgamemesh]

Agreeing to make couple OCs with someone but neither of you are allowed to show your OCs to each other until they are ready and now those two are going to get together and they must work it out no matter what 

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let’s do it

[kiki-yuyu]

THAT SOUNDS REALLY FUN I WANT TO TRY WITH SOMEONE

[spookyprime]

someone do this with me

[bluegrassblonde]

[pleasantandcain]

5 year age gap (◡‿◡✿)

10 year age gap (◕‿◕✿)

15+ year age gap (ʘ‿ʘ✿)

Age gaps (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧