#crucifys

[shinegone]

here’s johnny !

😤😤😤🔪

[nightsung-a]

@crucifys​    ⟶   “ he’s a prick—a giant cunt. ” jaw tight, teeth gritting together as she grunts. if there’s one thing she despises more than anything: it was entitled men, intimidated by powerful women who could take them down with the tip of their pinky. stella takes the glass from mellie’s fingers, placing it down next to her own. “ you deserve more. ” better than whatever that sorry excuse for human was, but stella knows herself, how she tears others down without so much as a disregard. but there was something about mellie, something that pulled her to the other in a way stella hadn’t found before. her hands are moving before her thoughts catch up, fingers come to delicately cup the woman’s face, coming to rise to her knees as she leans down. “ i’m going to kiss you, ” a pause as she slips her knee between mellie’s legs and leans down, sight fixated on the woman’s line of sight as stella closes the distance between them.

UNPROMPTED,   always accepting.

fitz is exhausting.   he’s the kind of person who drains the life out of you.  that’s what she is:  she’s drained.  it feels like something she’s said before,  or maybe thought before,  one way or another?  it’s a thought that’s occurred to her at least once.  at first he’d been a means to an end:  the grant family had an incredible image politically.  or...  they had at the time,  now?  god,  fitz has shot that to hell,  hasn’t he?  he’d been elected because of defiance.  he’d been re-elected because of...  because of jerry   (   god,  how she misses him   ).  

and now he wants a divorce?  how many times had she threatened to do the same,  only to be convinced not to?  at least she’s a senator.  mellie has something going for her.  a stepping stone on her own path to the oval.  she’s also got an abundance of loneliness,  but is there really anything new about that?  mellie grant has been almost entirely alone since she’d married fitzgerald grant iii.  just another reason to resent her father,  isn’t it?  and why shouldn’t she?  he’ll only acknowledge her existence if it’s convenient for him  —  or if it improves his image somehow.  just like everyone else,  she’s in their life when they want to use her for their own gain.  that’s all.

but a very few people are exceptions to that,  something for which mellie’s eternally grateful.  stella’s clearly one of them,  she’s someone who’s kind to her simply because it’s what a person does,  and that’s a breath of fresh air.  she’s just finished ranting when words leave the other woman’s mouth with an amount of sheer vitriol that might be startling if not for the sheer amount of alcohol consumed,  leaving her calm and something resembling content   (   though there’s undoubtedly a moment of sheer annoyance at stella taking away her glass   ).      

❛   you deserve more   ❜      they’re words she hears rarely,  and every time she struggles to believe it.  if she deserves more,  why does life keep throwing the most painful of things her way?  should any one person be forced to deal with all of this?  evidently the answer is yes,  and she’s that one person.  that train of thought is halted entirely as she finds stella’s hand on her cheek.  then she speaks again,  and mellie’s heart races in her chest,  breath comes easy for the first time in so long,     “okay,”     her voice is low,  quiet,  as if she doesn’t dare speak louder out of fear that it’ll somehow ruin this or change stella’s mind.  god,  it’s strange how all of eight words spoken in the span of the last several seconds can entirely shift her mood.  mellie’s not circling the drain of despair  —  no,  no,  she’s feeling entirely...  is elated the word?  it very well may be,  but that thought’s stolen from her as she locks eyes with stella and suddenly the other woman’s all she can see.  impatience overtakes her and she gently grips the wrist of the hand resting on her face,  closing the rest of the space between them,  lips meeting stella’s gently,  tentatively.  and it feels right.

[iudicatus-a]

😘👁

send   😘   to   kiss   my   muse.

SHE’S   TAKEN   OFF   GUARD,     steadying   herself   by   placing   a   hand   on   stella’s   waist.     sudden   display   of   affection   was   a   surprise   but   a   welcome   one   at   that.      there   was   no   denying   the   t e n s i o n   between   them,    maggie   making   her   attraction   obvious.    but   she   didn’t   expect   the   other   to   pull   something   like   this.     lips   crash   together,     unable   to   hide   the   𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛   𝚊𝚗𝚍   𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗   any   longer.     hand   on  waist   pulls   her   closer   so   that   she   can   feel   the   warmth   of   body   against   her   own,     other   hand   finds   itself   tangled   in   golden   locks.

god   she   needed   more   of   this   woman.      pulling   her   gently   as   she   guides   her   to   lean   against   wall.     hidden   from   view   of   window.     the   desire   to   throw   her   onto   the   bed   was   strong,       she   refrains   purely   for   the   fact   accomplices   on  case   were   bound   to   walk   in   any   minute.      kissing   slows,     teeth   nipping   at   lower   lip   as   she   pulls   away.     smirk   is   present   on   lips   as   she   tucks   a   strand   on   stella’s   hair   behind   ear.

❛❛   damn   gibson,     feel   free   to   do   that   anytime.   ❜❜        pivoting   on   heel   she   makes   her   way   across   room   to   case   files,       glancing   back   at   stella   for   a   moment.         ❛❛   don’t   get   too   comfortable   in   that   getup   of   yours,      it’ll   be   on   the   floor   later.   ❜❜

[flyingupward]

@crucifys​ said: “cal.” hands come to the woman’s hips, slowly wrapping round her waist to pull her flush against her own bare chest. stella nips at her ear, fingers travelling up her shirt. “come,” a pause, fingers popping open the buttons of her shirt. “take,” another pause, lips coming to callie’s neck, fingers scraping against bare skin. “a bath.” she almost grunts in the others ear, pulling herself back, hands still at callie’s hips.

       callie’s been GLUED to this case file for what feels like forever. her court date is fast approaching and she feels a particular pressure to succeed here. leave it to stella to instantly banish all those thoughts from her head. she sucks in a ragged breath, biting her lip and leaning back into the blonde’s arms. ❝ MMM... well how could i say no to such a polite request ? ❞ a smirk as she lets stella guide her. ❝ i’ve never had a nickname before. at least... not a NICE one. it’s... cute. ❞

[wtsns]

𝙽𝙴𝚆  𝙱𝙻𝙾𝙶  𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚁𝚈:   “  why are you looking at me like that?  ”  *  @crucifys​.

the    morning    sky    is    filled    with    nothing    but    hazy    clouds.            the    bed    is    not    his    own,        nor    the    bedspread    that    covers    him,        but    he    far    from    minds    it.        a    shallow    patch    of    sun    nicely    warms    his    feet,        arms    perched    behind    his    head    as    he    observes    the    lovely    woman    who    he’d    had    the    pleasure    to    spend    the    evening    before    with.        christ’s    sake,        john.        this    is    completely    unprofessional.        the    protruding    thought    is    lazily    swatted    away    as    her    voice    drifts    across    the    room        :        she’d    looked    just    as    stunning    last    night    at    the    met’s    little    party    as    she    does    bathed    in    a    golden    glow    from    the    sunlight    streaming    in.        𝙳𝙾𝙽’𝚃    𝚂𝙰𝚈    𝚂𝙾𝙼𝙴𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶    𝚂𝚃𝚄𝙿𝙸𝙳.        john    allows    a    small,        warm    smile    to    cross    his    features,        slightly    sitting    up    in    bed        &        allowing    the    bedcovers    to    pool    into    his    lap.                “    has    nobody    ever    looked    at    you    like    they    actually    enjoyed    the    one-night    stand    they’d    just    had    with    you?        i    can’t    imagine    why.    ”

[velvetipped-a]

ask received from @crucifys​  ,        send  💬 for random dialogue starter. 

“ the way you flirt is shameful.  “ 

[fuckingstripe]

@crucifys said: ‘  you  met  me  at  an  interesting  time .  ’ / (    *    & .    —    JOHN  MAYER  LYRIC  STARTERS .

Naturally. Why else would she be here? It might be what True has been dropped here to do yes, but it still fails to make an impression. On her, that is. With each arrival, the status quo prevails. Status quo or whatever that bullshit is, that thing placed on her shoulders, that fucking cumbersome weight growing heavier and dragging her down like a blanket wrapped about your shoulders soaking up water to flirt with gravity. “Lucy let you in?” From the hallway can be heard a cavalcade of steps commingling with a volley of words strangled between whispers and exclamations, and the shadows, long, narrow, stretching under the door are moving in what looks like a sweeping stroke. The noises recede. Doors are slammed. What has briefly come to touch True’s face in benevolent caress is already vanishing.

“If you’ve come to have a nosy, you’re wasting your time. And mine.”

[hawlovin-blog]

“Who said you could come in?”

it didn’t look like a crime scene,   it looked like his second period english classroom with a few police officers outside.      nothing out of the unusual for their school;   what was unusual was the lack of students when he walked inside.      instead of being greeted to his peers   &   hearing their relentless giggles   (the usual routine for whenever fogell walked into a room),   he was greeted with the whispers of police officers   &   detectives.      fingers gesturing around the room,   pointing in various directions of various pieces of evidence,   the scent of freshly brewed coffee   &   the metallic scent of dried blood seeping through the room.     his immediate reaction:   he gulps   &   hears the words moments after,   his head turning in her direction.

❛     there wasn’t any ... yellow tape?      isn’t there supposed to be crime scene tape...    this is a crime scene,   right?      i mean,   that’s a dead body right behind you.     ❜      an index finger is pointed behind her,   a detective’s camera flashing as they snap another picture of her decaying face.      yeah,   this is a crime scene;   i shouldn’t be here.     ❛      oh my god,   that’s an actual dead body   —   a dead person.     ❜      without warning,   he can feel the wave beginning to form inside his stomach;   it doesn’t take but two seconds before he’s hunched over,   his tuna fish sandwich lunch spewing out from his lips like a cascading waterfall.