#goldenoldics

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“You’re so, so, so pretty.” (❤️❤️)

SOFT SENTENCE STARTERS ♡ || Still Accepting!

  The comment catches her completely off guard, and she’s not quite sure she heard the blonde correctly, but the bashful grin that Rachel meets her with confirms it. Me? Look at you. Cordelia bows her head, the flush that the alcohol had already painted her cheeks with only deepening. “You’re so, so, so drunk,” she protests with a soft chuckle, her own insecurity determined not to let her take the compliment too seriously. After a beat, she musters up the courage to look back at Rachel, and she almost wishes she hadn’t. There’s no trace of flattery in her eyes, only honesty, and it sends Delia’s heart skipping ten times its resting pace. Oh. She meant it. Saying goodbye tomorrow just got a whole lot harder.

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[ groom ] (throws more memes at you)

NON-SEXUAL ACTS OF DOMINANCE || Still Accepting!

  Fatigue weighs down heavy as Cordelia’s eyes droop closed, twitching back open every so often, adamant not to succumb to sleep. Rachel is still talking - about what, she can’t quite follow - and the raspy sound of her voice keeps her floating above the surface, keeps her fighting to stay awake and savor each word. We don’t have much time left. It’s a losing battle. Somewhere, betwixt between lucidity and a dream, she barely registers Rachel’s voice has halted. She must be sleeping, too. But this, she registers all too well; gentle fingertips graze Cordelia’s face, brush away a tumbled lock of hair she’d been far too tired to notice tickling at her nose, tucking it neatly behind the shell of her ear. The older blonde forces her eyes open one last time - only a split second. She smiles, all warm and content, then lets the tides of sleep lull her back out to sea.

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“Can we please pretend I didn’t just say that?”

Not-So-Secret Crush Starters || Still Accepting!

A playful spark ignites Cordelia’s dark eyes as she folds her bottom lip between her teeth. She’s pleasantly surprised - she hadn’t expected Rachel to be the ticklish type. Now, a few beers and a game of Twenty Questions down, she’s been proven wrong. She doesn’t know if it’s the liquid courage that leads her to it, but the devilish look on her face lets Rachel know her next move, and that makes it all the more enticing. “I don’t know about that…” she hums, voice taking on a husk she hadn’t intended - but isn’t against - and her fingers spider-crawl their way up the space between them on the bed. She dives in before the other blonde can protest, tickling unrelentingly at her ribs, under her arms, in the crook of her neck, all the while drinking in the musical giggles she’s drawing out from the woman contorting beneath her. After a sufficient amount of pleas, Delia finally lets up, eyes gleaming with wonder at Rachel; breathless lips parted, blue eyes glassy, golden waves spilling from her bun.

  Then the Supreme clears her throat, timid smile replacing her short-lived confidence, and returns to her cross-legged position on the bed where she reels over missed opportunity. Shit.