sugar high

[scgarhigh]

selective multi-muse sideblog, often slow replies. written and sometimes loved by gemz. 31. do not enter if under twenty1. twenty5+ preferred. follows will come from link in source. opens. muses ( under co ) rules.

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moved to > @aftvrdark

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moved to > @aftvrdark

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moved to > @aftvrdark

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moved to > @aftvrdark

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moved to > @aftvrdark

[scgarhigh]

the urge to scrap 50% of my muses and make a new blog . . .

[angelsdvsts]

" it is . . . like you can literally outsmart me from your words alone and it'll take me like five to six business days to actually understand , " a sort of compliment escapes , realization he never really had such an honest conversation with someone -- let alone a female . majority of his conversations just lead with them trying to get in his pants. light chuckle escapes , " i guess you're right about that . . . so who do you think knows you the best in this world ? " he inquires curiously head tilts to the side . the question thrown his direction threw him off guard for a split second , tongue darting out to dampen his lips , " mm , might be cheesy of me , but basketball . . . like i know that there's a lot of pressure when it comes to it , but i really do enjoy it all . "

[scgarhigh]

her smile grows at his words, paired with a slight shake of her head. " i think you're very capable of keeping up with what i have to say, you just have to really listen, " counters politely, with a tone that only hopes to encourage. she soon finds herself closing over her books, placing her pen down, now more open to the conversation. but his question catches her off guard. wishes she could say her father, as he's the person she's around the most. but he only every seems to view her as something less than perfect, and he often tells her so. " god, " she whispers in response, braces herself for laughter. faith is well aware not everyone is a believer, but these days god is who she talks to most, through prayer, in search of a glimmer of hope. " he listens without judgment. " at his response, her gaze lingers on him, smile more prominent than ever. " no. no, that's not cheesy at all. i think it's nice, that you're passionate about something you enjoy. " makes her curious, eager to know more. " what else do you enjoy ? "

[angelsdvsts]

" and if i said that i did i don't even think you'll know how to handle that , " taking him off guard by uttering out the most unhinged things at the wrong times just to capture his attention . " so , you're the one who's been peeking in my windows bright and early in the morning , ugh, you're such a creep . . . " nose crinkles , lips curving into a wider smile . seeing how he retracts backs ever so slightly , hues softening causes doe bambied eyes to twinkle . it was impossible to deny the magnetic force that ignites when she's in his presences. finding that he often did pop in her head , especially late at night. " in hindsight , you're asking me to come around more . . . which means you'll be thinking about me all the time -- oh my god , i think you're kinda obsessed with me . "

[scgarhigh]

" try me, " he's a little too quick to challenge, a glimmer of mischief behind his gaze. teeth sink into his lower lip as he shakes his head, keeps his gaze on her now, too drawn in to look away. " nah, i'm not much of a morning person. now if it was night, then there might be a chance. " he's slowly starting to realize he doesn't hate her at all, fears the opposite may be true. hates the way he instantly thinks her smile is beautiful, maybe the most perfect one he's ever seen. the sight has his head in a spin, his him thinking about bridging the gap between them, proving her right. " i don't think you want me to be obsessed with you, " playfully warns, and now he is stepping closer, not just one step, but two. " i've got one of those addictive personalities. find it impossible to quit once i get a taste of something addictive. " all truth, no lie. cruz has more addictions than he can't be bothered to count. " are you addictive, kuang ? " last name falls from his lips in a horse whisper, and he dares reach out, let's his fingers brush against hers in a light touch. one that provides an instant spark, a chill of electricity along his spine.

[kaceyrps]

FOLLOWER THANK YOU HOLIDAY PACKS: DAY ONE

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triggers; food, flashing lights, alcohol

[parisgoodbyes]

she hums to herself , mind rummaging through all the things embedded into her head since she was a little girl . "'m dangerous ," she tells him , "'m bad . for me , for you , for everyone . 'm not a good person , war ." gaze flickers between his own , falling comforted in his touch as fingertips glide through tousled locks . "'m a mess ," just like he said . "'m not good enough . smart enough , pretty enough ." but that never held her back from doing what she wanted , keeping herself with confidence , and enjoying the life that was handed to her . often by getting so high , she couldn't recall the nights events . she just needed quiet , but growing up in a world of chaos , she soon became it and now the noise is all she knew . even trying to silence it all , it still felt like something was missing . almost like she needed it to survive and feel like herself again . "'m trash ," toothy grin overtakes her features once more , "but i think i could rock a garbage bag . don't you think ?" air feels hotter , chest rising and falling in soft strides as syllables cut through and hit her where she never knew it could hurt . "she doesn't like me very much ." now that she thinks about it , "i don't think my dad does , either ."

[scgarhigh]

regret isn't something warren is accustom to, yet it strikes him for a fleeting moment when she tells him her mother calls her a mess. the word he'd used earlier in the night. but it doesn't take long for it to be replaced by something else, a rage that's far more familiar. the kind that has him wanting to ruin something. in this case, her family. that feeling doesn't shift quite so easily, stores in his memory for a later date. " your mother sounds like a jealous bitch, " retorts bluntly, and he means it too. has seen it before, would see it again. isn't a man for words of affection, typically spews poison. but he knows she's worth far more than the things she's being told. " you're good enough, " he tells her, again in the hope she won't remember too much of this unlikely nature tomorrow. " and if you cut out all the shit and actually thought clearly, you could give them all a run for their money. " believes it, too. a rarity of him to think of anyone as smart, so cunning in his ways he's always multiple steps ahead. digits move to capture her chin, gaze burning into hers. " and you already know you're fucking gorgeous, so don't tell me you actually believe that. " could rock anything she wished to wear, from a trash bag, to a couture gown. either way, she'd steal the show. doesn't know how to soothe the ache of having parents dislike her, can only be surprisingly honest in the moment. " if it makes you feel any better, my mom doesn't like me much either. she thinks i'm a bad person. " a pause, casual, carefree shrug. " she's right. " though she conveniently forgets the times he's there for her, picking her up off the floor where she's passed out drunk. " you don't need their approval. but this isn't the way to say fuck you. "

[parisgoodbyes]

he was a smart man , and a smart man could see right through her bravado . knew her job , knew what she came here to do and knew it often kept them molded to the same place . whether it was the money , the attention or sense of adoration that came from the men who put them onto a pedestal or something deeply rooted . she was worth more than that , and it had nothing to do with them sleeping together , but everything to do with the person he knew her to be . would be hypocritical for him to want something else for her , when he was the man who provided her with the men she bedded with . still , the thought alone provoked his selfishness , taking it by the horns and threatening to suffocate him with it the longer he stood there , staring at her . words provide no relief , licking his lips as palms drop down to the table on either side of her . doesn't move even when legs wrap around his waist , glancing between her eyes and his mouth before a deep chuckle rumbles past his throat . "tell me what you want then ." waits as he ponders what she'd say , almost challenging her in a way to say something that might just burst the bubble they had created for themselves .

[scgarhigh]

what she wants. truthfully, she can't remember the last time anyone asked her such a thing. can't recall the last time she even let herself think about it in any serious manner. wanting doesn't do much good in a world like hers, never has. every dream she's ever had, has died before her eyes. so much so she doesn't allow herself to drift deeply anymore. lips part to speak, gaze carefully stuck on his. watching for any clue, any hint of what he might be thinking. " well, that's a loaded question, i might need a minute for that one, " she teases, attempts to keep part of the version of her she's built, as the real her crawls her way out. him, would be the simple answer, but nothing about their situation is simple. " i want you to know me, " it's a challenge of her own confidently spoken, one that threatens to pull them into something much deeper should he agree. " as more than just a body, or one of your girls. if i'm going to fuck someone and have it actually make me feel something, then i want it to be more than just sex. " she's aware it may sound heavy, and is quick to add, " that's not me asking for commitment, by the way. i'm not stupid enough to think we could actually be . . . something. but while we do whatever this is, " a pause, finger pressing against her chest, before it moves to his, " i'd kind of like to feel like someone who matters. because i don't— not with any of them." or anyone, for that matter.

[scgarhigh]

" i knew you'd haunt all of my what-ifs. " words are whispered so casually you'd never know how painful they are to speak. lotte is never one to let herself linger in the past, tries to block out as much of it as she possibly can, but there's some things that linger. some people you can't just forget.

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[scgarhigh]

of all the things warren is, unnecessarily harsh may be top of the list. a sharp bite, the kind that drips of poison. no one is safe from it, not even those who from time to time manage to see past the outward exterior he's carefully crafted. " when the fuck are you going to stop trying to appeal to my better nature ? " there's a laugh, bitter, echoing. he's so convincing in his anger, no one ever thinks it's simply a trick used to push people away. because it may be lonely at the top, but he thinks loneliness is a small price to pay for the word at his feet. " i never cared about you, " he insists, features cold, an easy lie to spew, " you were just useful to me. "

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[scgarhigh]

this isn't exactly how she imagined her night would unfold — but then again, zuri does have a tendency to find herself in sticky situations. a normal night at work has somehow turned into them, in the staff room of the dingy motel she works at, with the other injured and her feeling partly responsible. " hold still, " she insists, turning back with an antiseptic wipe to clean up the wound, " this might sting a little. "

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