#fcetats

[sclvations]

continued.

“  really  ?  dude,  i  was  just  pullin’  your  tail.  ”

[altcrcd]

closed starter for @fcetats​ <3

despite it being her day off of work, luci was never one to miss a party. it wasn’t long into the night before she noticed someone hanging around by themselves, so she approached them with no hesitation. “ so, what’re you doing just standing there when we could be the hottest pair on the dance floor right now ? ” she asked, playful smirk pulling at her features.

[solutiions]

continued from here. / @fcetats​

they’re in a public restaurant, but that doesn’t stop her. moving her chair back far enough for him to see, the femme uncrosses her legs as her eyes focus on his. tongue runs across her lower lip, re-crossing her legs as she looks at him again. “ proof enough ? ”

[boldaslxve]

@fcetats​

A month had gone by and Shana was still kicking herself for forgetting the most IMPORTANT PART of her meeting with her mystery cutie, Vince. She’d forgotten to get his number, and the name of his band had slipped her inebriated mind far too quickly. She’d tried multiple ways to look him up, but ‘band Vince’ wasn’t cutting it.

Then one day she saw a flier. 'Beso de Muerte.’

That was it.

It was him. And the concert was that night.

So she headed home to get ready, unsure of what the night would bring her. The most likely outcome? Nothing. She’d see a good show, they’d exchange a wave, and she’d go home. That was alright.

But she FELT something and she had to know if he felt it too.

Before she knew it, she was walking into the address on the flier, her hands uncharacteristically shaking. She was two hours early and was sure they wouldn’t let her in yet, but maybe if she just had... a chance to talk to him.

As she suspected, the back door was locked, so she had to give it a little tap of her fist as she called out. “Um... hello? Is anyone back there? My name is-- Shana.”

[solutiions]

CONTINUED FROM HERE.

[ 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐍 : aw. ]

[ 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐍 : are you jealous or just turned on ? ]

[boldaslxve]

@fcetats​

“...the bongs are for tobacco only.” Shana insisted, a sleepy grin moving onto her face and giving her away. “I have a few at home. Only for tobacco.” It was stupid, the way they had to get around the ever changing marijuana laws in the area, but yet here she was, insisting that the glass pipe she was selling was just for decorative purposes and the bongs were for tobacco. “Of course, what you do with it when it leaves the shop is your business.”

[monogramic-archive]

@fcetats​ said: ╰☆╮

     ❝ prove it. kiss me on the mouth-. ❞

blink twice if you think mj is pretty.

[redemptioninterlude]

tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us. ( for rue <3 )

richard siken meme ( accepting ) + @fcetats // dakota

He doesn’t understand it. Not with the way that she fails at her words, how shit with Jules left her fucked up, their webbed history and hidden hearts. What haunts her is blood-deep, sits in her marrow, and at first everything’s like, FEATHER FUCKING LIGHT with her and Dakota. It’s a feeling that’s all brand new fresh, shiny in a way that she doesn’t feel deserving of, but he makes the future seem so right that, maybe love’s just a feeling that they can skirt around until the very end. Because right now’s the fucking come up, it’s the way that, acid feels on that first moment left tripping over feelings, it’s them in living rooms dancing, hand in hand, arms about his neck, spun round, eyes rolling back while she sings him a song about the nature of God, before he makes her feel what its like to skirt her fingers through clouds.

Knowing that what they were doing, together, was a delicate thing, fragile as spun glass and driven by abandon and magic, that love was a practice in casting aside logic and sense and defying fucking gravity together. She doesn’t know how to close her words around those words, even as they waste away together, TEENAGED DEGENERATES, just hold me close my darling.

But the first time he says it, she almost acts like he doesn’t. Can’t help the way her chest stitches and panic closes her throat and she excuses herself to the bathroom with the sink left running with something that feels BRUTAL AND UNEXPECTED. It’s like that night at the carnival, the relief that washes over her for seeing Jules again and being forgiven, of her crawling through her window and kissing her in her bed as they curl up and she talks about her broken heart in simple terms, he doesn’t look like his picture, as she shifts through broken bones, and makes her second best. 

And it’s not like that, it’s not like that, but she can’t say it, can’t figure out the GOD DAMN WORDS here. She comes out, red eyes, a better smile, she thinks, and he says it again and she laughs nervous, cottontail panic flashing in her eyes like a warning, like, she’s been cornered with something she’s still terrified of, because god knows, she isn’t even sure if she’s recovered from the last fall, and all it’s done to her. 

              “ tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us. ” 

It’s what he greets her with, his hand wrapped about her wrist, the way he holds her closer and whispers against the side of her face, because, he can’t really look at him either. Terrified and standing stiff, she doesn’t want him to feel she doesn’t like him, she doesn’t know how to say how badly this hurt the last time she said ALL THESE THINGS and everything swerved so horribly off track. Maybe it’s her. Maybe it’s her. Maybe she ruins everything she touches, and it wasn’t Jules at all, maybe it’s that she’s so lost, so gone, and while she needs him desperately, how does she say that? 

The truth will set you free, they say, but she’s choking on it, edged off into a panic attack that crawls down in her gut, writhing and alive. That she wants to let her heart rise to it, to him, forcing the words past that grit of her teeth. “It won’t. But what if I do?” all her fear, horror, condensed and concise, how admitting that leaves her weak, SLUMPING within his embrace. “What if I fuck all of this up with you?” What if you stop loving me? But that part, she can’t quite manage to say.