fighter;

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alechawthorne‌:

        “I know you’re good at arguing. That’s nothing new.” But Alec was tired of arguing, and far too distracted by Sawyer lifting him up and carrying him into the bedroom. “Well, you could be a little bit less of an asshole sometimes,” he mumbled against his lips, before reaching down to pull his shirt up over his head, dropping it on the floor beside his bed. “You’re only saying that to shut me up, huh?”, he grinned.

Sawyer could only smile, pressing another kiss against Alec’s mouth before he trailed his mouth down Alec’s throat. “You always talked too much, you know that?” Sawyer found it endearing as he always had, remembering their teenage days where Alec was always talking about something. Either way, Sawyer’s hands trailed down to the other’s ribs, squeezing a little as his mouth followed. Pressing his mouth onto Alec’s chest, he sucked a mark into the skin there again. “You never shut up, love. It’s impossible,” he crooned, this time sealing his mouth around the other’s nipple as his hands moved down to Alec’s hips.

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annaliselandry‌:

There were nights when she looked forward to working the bar on her own - slow nights when she could exercise a bit more mixologist creativity without dealing with so many drunks screaming for her attention that she was sure she wouldn’t be able to properly breathe until the last tab was closed out and the last patron was escorted through the bar doors. AJ was lucky that tonight was so slow that it seemed almost daunting - almost. The brunette busied herself with an experiment — fully improvised, and not so properly thought out.

She liked to believe herself a decent bartender when it came down to it, but she was by no means above creating something truly terrible. And this particular drink looked a bit - frightening. Feeling more than a little homesick, she’d been trying to replicate the look of the bayou, and nothing about the foggy, murky green drink looked exactly appealing. “You look brave,” AJ started, grin that only showed a hint of mischief curving her lips. “Tell me if this is terrible or not and your drinks are on me tonight.” She studied the person, quickly amending herself with a small grin. “No bullshit. I’ll know if you’re lying.”

Sawyer always drank too much – but his main issue was not knowing when he should leave the bar. Instead, he’d been sitting there for a while, nursing his “last” drink for the past twenty minutes. He didn’t want to go home, unsure what his brother would have done to the place in his absence, and instead looked up at the pretty bartender, “I am brave,” he wrinkled his nose, putting his chin in his hand, “That looks disgusting.” Sawyer made a face, trying not to laugh before he picked it up. Taking a sip, he pursed his lips, setting it back down, “What the fuck did you put in that?”

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alechawthorne‌:

        “I’m not,” Alec said once more, a small laugh escaping his lips as he shook his head. “My life’s really not that great.” Of course, he knew what Sawyer was talking about, but he wasn’t in the mood to make him feel guilty for how long it took him to be honest about who he was. That was in the past now. “Well, as long as that means you’re going to try to be less of an asshole, I’m okay with that,” he added with a small grin, arms wrapping tightly around Sawyer as they sunk into another kiss.

“I’ll argue with you all day, babe. I’m pretty good at it, too.” Sawyer’s hand dropped to Alec’s jaw, mainly so he could brush his thumb against it, “Less of an asshole? Of course not, baby. That’s not me. You love my asshole ways.” He picked Alec up, hands wrapping around the other’s thighs before he shoved open the bedroom door. He didn’t break the kiss, falling onto the bed with Alec finally, “Now take off your clothes.”

[sawyerxclarke]

alechawthorne‌:

        “I’m not brave,” Alec disagreed, as that was definitely one of the last words he’d ever describe himself with. Just because he never hid his sexuality didn’t mean he was brave, not in his opinion. “You better not,” he mumbled, wrapping his arms around Sawyer to pull him a little bit closer. “Shit? What kind of shit?”

“Yeah, you are.” Sawyer felt like he had to say this before he got distracted, his fingers already pushing up Alec’s shirt, “You don’t get it, but I do. I always wanted to be like you – but I couldn’t. But I’m gonna try, now.” He shook his head, figuring he’d talk about the more serious things later. He pulled Alec into another kiss, “You ain’t gonna be able to get rid of me.”

[sawyerxclarke]

dawscnclarke‌:

There was that goddamn reminder again. But this time — Sawyer really wanted it to hit home. Despite the hours he’d spent in a gym, despite the time and patience he put into making certain he was no longer that scared boy, Dawson was indeed still just that. Muscles tightened, fingers curling against the palm of his hands, “You know what, fuck you.” There was no one in this world that Dawson hated more than his father, and Sawyer knew just that. “Nobody’s forcing you to stay here.”

“Yeah, now that got your fuckin’ attention, huh. You only wanna hear me when I’m insulting you or what? Get your fucking shit together, Dawson. I didn’t work my ass off so we had a place to stay for you to just....treat it like shit.” He moved towards his brother, picking up another empty bottle, “This make you feel more like a fucking man?”

[sawyerxclarke]

alechawthorne‌:

         Alec knew he was right. Why did he give him so many chances? The answer to that was easy: because he loved him. He always had. “I know, because you’re a fucking idiot,” he mumbled, but his voice was gentle, soft, before he pulled back just enough to press a kiss to Sawyer’s lips. “Let’s try again.”

Sawyer pressed into the kiss as much as he could, but Alec’s words rang true. “I know. But some of us ain’t as brave as you are,” he murmured, bumping their noses together before his other hand reached up to tangle into Alec’s curly hair, “I ain’t gonna mess it up. But I still got a lot of shit I’m trying to handle – might need some of your help.”

[sawyerxclarke]

alechawthorne‌:

        “For real.” His hands moved up to rest against Sawyer’s chest, fingers curling slightly around the fabric of his shirt as he pulled him just a tiny bit closer. “Then let’s stop with the secrets. I’m fucking tired of that.” His forehead leaned against the blonde’s, and he inhaled a deep breath. “I’d let you try a million times, you know that.”

He pulled Alec into his arms, mainly because he could, holding the other tight against his chest, “Fuck, Alec. You shouldn’t. I don’t deserve shit like this. You know that.” Alec had always been the only one for him, but years of denial had brought them to this point. “Let’s try again, yeah? I’ve always – you’re it for me.”

[sawyerxclarke]

alechawthorne‌:

          “It’s not ridiculous.” By now Alec felt as if he sounded like a stubborn kid who didn’t get his favorite candy in the grocery store. His head leaned into Sawyer’s hands, eyes locked with the other’s as he stared at him. He felt fucking vulnerable in that moment, as if every next word he wanted to say could ruin absolutely everything. “I want you. I want to be with you. For real, not just for sex.”

“For real?” he echoed, like he’d heard that before. Most likely because he had. “I’m not – you know I’m not the same guy I was back then. My brother knows all about you, hell, it took me a while, but it’s not like I want you to be some secret, Alec. If you wanna let me try again, then I’m here for you.”

[sawyerxclarke]

dawscnclarke‌:

“Nobody’s asking you to worry about this shit, Sawyer.” He stated more defiantly than he’d intended, his emotions flipping between far too many in such a short amount of time. He hated being reminded of his father, but he also didn’t particularly care for his brother telling him what to do. “Maybe worry more about your own shit, and you wouldn’t be so caught up in mine.” Dawson also didn’t particularly care his brother making light of his otherwise ridiculous behavior, reminded that this wasn’t exactly who he really was.

“If I didn’t fucking live here, that’d be a different story, Dawson.” He looked around the apartment, now over cleaning it up. It wasn’t his issue, and he was trying not to let it be. Either way, he wasn’t going to back down. “Dad used to leave a fucking mess like this, too.”

[sawyerxclarke]

alechawthorne‌:

       “That’s not what I mean,” Alec said quietly. He could feel his body tense up slightly when Sawyer moved in closer, trying his hardest not to let the closeness between them affect him to a point where he’d lose his stand once more. “This is not enough for me, Sawyer,” he added, voice trembling slightly as he looked at the other. “Don’t you understand that?”

“This is fucking ridiculous.” Sawyer couldn’t help his bitter laugh, mainly because he knew this was entirely his fault. It always had been. What else was he to do? He could hear the tremble in Alec’s voice, and he wanted to take that away. He put his hands on Alec’s face, cupping his jaw before he leaned forward, “I understand, yeah. I do. Tell me what you want from me.”

[sawyerxclarke]

alechawthorne‌:

          “If I – if I want to be with you?” Alec stared at Sawyer in disbelief, slowly shaking his head. “Are you serious? Of course I want to be with you. Do you think I’d always come back to you after being thrown out if I didn’t? I want to be with you. But I don’t want this. I don’t want this… this bullshit anymore. I can’t do it like that anymore. I want you to choose me, Sawyer.”

“I’m here, aren’t I? I chose you.” Sawyer knew, in the back of his mind, that Alec hadn’t meant only that. If he was brave enough, he’d clarify, but instead, he moved closer to his ex, the one who kept him coming back for more – giving him more chances than he ever thought he would deserve. “Is that what you mean?”

[sawyerxclarke]

josiefitzgcrald‌:

         “You know, I honestly don’t get it. Titanic wasn’t even that good. But my sister raves in every interview she has about how it inspired her to become an actress, how Kate Winslet was her big idol, bla bla bla. What kind of shit is that? I could have played that role ten times better than Kate.”

“Right...and Leo could’ve fit on the door, right?” Sawyer only looked mildly amused, unsure why he put up with Josie’s antics at times. Nevertheless, he was a good listener. “Would you have been better looking too?”

[sawyerxclarke]

alechawthorne‌:

       “Okay, you know what? Enough.” Alec threw his hands up in the air, completely done with the entire situation. “You can leave again, Sawyer. I’m fucking tired of you treating me with this attitude all the damn time. You only ever hit me up to fuck, so what else am I supposed to think? Whenever we talk we end up fighting, and I’ve had enough of that shit. So go.”

“Me? You’re not blameless, Alec. I don’t know what the hell you want from me. If you didn’t want to see me, you would’ve told me no back at the fucking carnival. What the hell am I supposed to think now?” Sawyer moved closer to the other, not keen on leaving just yet. “I can’t tell if you want to be with me anymore or not.”

[sawyerxclarke]

ofkress‌:

❛      HE  GOT  A  LITTLE  EXCITED      ❜  a  huff  ,  he’s  still  fussing  with  the  rest  of  his  mess  before  giving  in  ,  making  a  mental  note  to  head  to  the  bathroom  later  on    ❛      oh  yeah  ,  just  stick  a  sign  on  me  ,  that’ll  look  great  ,  maybe  you  should  try  it  , i think the  blue  would  bring  out  some  of  that  hidden  personality ,  don’t  you  think ?    ❜        

“A little?” Sawyer chuckled a little more, looking at the other man. “Blue? Sure. Why don’t you color a rainbow on your cheek while you’re at it. I think it might bring out the color in your eyes,” he smiled. Shaking his head, he reached forward to pick up his beer, “This is why I avoid the paint. He your kid or what?”

[sawyerxclarke]

alechawthorne‌:

          “Because that says a lot, you mean?” It wasn’t that Alec didn’t believe Sawyer when he said he didn’t care, but after everything they had gone through in the past, he still sometimes doubted it. Besides, what did it matter when in the end, Sawyer didn’t want to be with him? “I’m not being annoying,” he said, that seeming to be a phrase he used a lot lately. Rolling his eyes, he led the way away from the carnival, around the block and to his house. Unlocking the door, he pushed it open for Sawyer to go inside first, then followed him inside. “You want something to drink?”

Sawyer pulled his hands away, like they’d been burned. He wasn’t sure how to appease the other without using sex, so he decided to stop trying. He followed after Alec, letting the other speak instead. “No, I don’t. Clearly we’re here for one thing, Alec. Stop asking what I want and all that shit. You don’t think I’ve changed, so why should we do anything different?”

[sawyerxclarke]

dawscnclarke‌:

There was a dramatic roll of his eyes to match the dramatic words of his brother, Dawson soon enough shaking his head, “So fucking melodramatic.” Despite the words that had parted his tongue, the ones soon spoken by Sawyer reminded him of a time when he was nothing more than a kid, when their father had come home in yet another one of his moods. With arms crossed over his chest, they tightened ever so slightly, as if moving to shield the more important aspects of his torso. “Yeah, alright. I said I’d fucking clean it up,” he ground out in a voice no more than a whisper. He hated being reminded of his father.

Sawyer tried to rein in his temper, as he always did whenever Dawson looked like that. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to relax and not getting completely irate over the mess in the apartment. “Don’t – don’t do that. You just – you spend your fucking days in here throwing parties and....fucking drinking. Do something else. Then I wouldn’t have to fucking worry about this shit.”

[sawyerxclarke]

alechawthorne‌:

         “Ha ha.” Alec tried to keep a straight face, but it didn’t hold for long before his lips curled into a grin at the joke. His hands curled slightly around the fabric of Sawyer’s shirt, pulling a little bit closer. He was aching to kiss the other, but he didn’t want to give in right away and make the first step. Not again. “Too scared your brother will catch us?”, he asked, unable to stop the words from leaving his mouth. It was obvious to him, and just another reason why he felt like a secret all over again. But he shrugged his shoulders, pushing Sawyer away to be able to move away from the wall. His small house in Bloomingville was only a three minute walk away. “Sure. My place.”

Sawyer leaned in, still trying to bait Alec into kissing him first. It helped his self confidence, anyway. Alec’s words, however, made him grip Alec’s shirt a little tighter. The funny thing was – Dawson knew. And he called Sawyer an idiot every day he didn’t come home with a new boyfriend label for Alec. He didn’t argue, instead letting the other man believe what he wanted for now. “If I was nervous, I wouldn’t have basically felt you up out in fucking public, Alec. Don’t be annoying.”