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[coco-writes]

"Do I smell breakfast or is that the house burning down?"

Alex scoffed, shuffling a pile of scrambled eggs onto the second plate in front of her. “You set ONE measly fire ONE time and suddenly its are you burning the house down every time you step near a stove.”

She was trying to feign angry over the accusation, or at least remain huffy about it but one look up at Maggie drained it all out of her. She was in Alex’s shirt, the orange one with HELLO SUNSHINE in block letters across the middle. A shirt she hadn’t seen since she’d moved and unpacked it into the drawer full of old t-shirts. Some so old they say Midvale High on them. 

“You’re wearing my shirt.” Is the first thing she says after the long pause in which her brain short circuited because holy crap, Maggie is wearing her shirt. Alex didn’t know that was a thing that would affect her so much but, confusingly, she was learning a lot about herself recently. Ever since Maggie walked into her life and even more so since she’d stop sleeping at the DEO and started sleeping in Alex’s apartment. 

It felt like the right thing to do, it must be awful being there twenty-four seven. Well, Alex didn’t mind it but usually it was because she was working and work was a thing she always minded the least. Still, Maggie had been through a lot and she deserved somewhere a little more home-y than the sterile concrete of a barely private unlocked containment cell. Even if it did mean Alex had to take the couch for a while, she’d insisted. 

“I mean...” She shook her head. “Sorry I just wasn’t---Ow!” Her stuttering explanation interrupted by a thoughtless touch to the underside of the hot pan she was still holding onto. 

Alex tossed it in the sink and turned on the tap to run cold water over her now throbbing fingertips. She lifted her gaze, glaring in Maggie’s direction as a warning not to say a thing. Alex wasn’t burning the house down but she wasn’t so into first degree burns either. 

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[coco-writes]

Droppin some random loves <3

So sweet to me ❤❤

[coco-writes]

“I bought handcuffs because I thought it’d be sexy, but now I can’t get out of them.”

Lexa stood, still holding her briefcase, watching Clarke perched at the end of their bed fiddling with the key and cuffs. It was a peculiar situation at best. Vaguely Lexa remembered talking about it, cuffs, restraints. There was wine involved. It’s usually the only way Clarke gets her to discuss those types of things. In truth, Lexa knows herself, and Clarke knows her, its usually better to just spring new things on her. Present it to her as a solid rather than in the hypothetical, it was the only way to get the ball rolling. So it dawned on her then. 

The cuffs had been meant for her. 

The fact that Clarke was wearing them was an obvious mistake, she must have been testing them out and the angle to release herself was proving difficult. 

Lexa’s stomach dropped. A feeling that swooped low and deep, dropped down between her legs to meet up with the steadily growing pulse thrumming there. She forced herself to take a breath and set her briefcase down. By the time she was unzipping and pushing away her pants, blazer off, shirt unbuttoned and held up only by the way they stayed snagged on her shoulders Clarke had taken notice. 

There were questioned aimed her way but Lexa persisted, stripping herself of her clothes and swallowing against the dryness in her mouth. 

There was zero chance she was going to pass up this opportunity. When she approached Clarke she took the joined keys easily from her grasp and tossed them lazily toward the center of the room. Lexa heard them land with a muted thud on the carpet but she didn’t look to see where they ended up, she’d get them later. 

She kissed away Clarke’s mild protest but her hands were swift in removing most of her wife’s clothes. She pushed her back into the bed, straddled her, liberated her of her bra, and left her in just the shirt she’d tugged over Clarke’s head to pool trapped at her wrists along with the cuffs. 

Lexa smirked, an expression that was mirrored back at her as soon as her hands begun to trail up Clarke’s arms, pinning her cuffed hands into the fluff of their pillows. She kissed her once, twice, and then moved on to suck harshly at Clarke’s neck. 

“It is most certainly sexy, Clarke.” She rasped and the shudder she felt through Clarke’s body beneath her was all the go-head she needed to keep going. 

It wasn’t the Valentines night either of them had anticipated but Lexa sure had plans to make it last, potential reservations and vase of flowers long forgotten on their kitchen table. 

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[coco-writes]

❝I've had... eleventy twelve beers.❞

Nicole grinned, her lips pressing together to keep it from getting too wide only serving to deepen the dimples in her cheeks. She was so in love. Warm and happy and feeling the safest she’d ever felt. Which was a miracle considering she was on the Earp Homestead and anyone who knew anything in Purgatory knew the worst things imaginable went down on Earp land. 

“Eleventy twelve huh?” She asked, bringing her hands to Waverly’s waist to help keep her steady as they made their way up the old creaky stairs. “Those are some imaginative numbers, Waves.” 

Waverly hummed her agreement, along with some fervent nodding that almost knocked her off balance again. Thankfully at the very last moment before she could sway backward Waverly shot her arm out to brace her hand against the wall and regained her stance. Which was good going because while Nicole hadn’t had quite as many as Waverly, accurate counting or no, she was still a little wobbily herself. 

“You think Wynonna will be steamed we drank the rest of that Jack?” Nicole asked just as they reached the upstairs hallway and Waverly lead the rest of the way to her room. 

Waverly’s snort in response was cute, small and sharp and dissolved directly into giggles just after. Sometimes it was so damn hard for Nicole to focus on what she was thinking with Waverly Earp in the room. It wasn’t until a few quiet moments after Waves had answered that Nicole remembered she’d even asked a question. Apparently Wynonna kept bottles all over the house and Waverly would bet her Jeep that wasn’t the last of anything. Figured. 

By then though Waverly had turned around to look at her, catching her staring and not at all paying attention to anything but the sort of sloppy way Waverly’s crop top was riding up. It only took two surprisingly sure steps for Waverly to close the distance between them again, in the center of the bedroom, swaying into each other. The kiss was as sure as her sudden coordination and Nicole blinked a few times down at her when they’d parted. 

“Hmm…” She hummed, wrapping her arms around Waverly’s back and rocked them a bit side to side in the embrace. “I’m gonna need about eleventy twelve more of those before you even think about sleeping, Ms Waverly.” She said, full on heart eyes and deputy voice. Nicole leaned down for another kiss to drive the statement home. Then another and another, as many as she could get. 

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[anxiouslywrites]

⭐️⭐️⭐️

⭐️ I could possibly be going to Stray Kids first Australian show tomorrow, I just have to find the money for it

⭐️ I have 6 tattoos, and I haven’t gotten one in over a year. I want so many more

⭐️ Seriously considering getting a degree in clinical psychology, with a minor in creative writing

For every  ⭐️ I get I will reveal a fact about myself

[bigtiddiegangwrite]

📻 🎥 📱

Fave song currently – I don’t have one at the moment, but I’m really going through a reggaeton phase right now, listening to it all fucking day. I’m just going to link one here. 

Fave film – Again, I don’t have one. But I’ve been watching Venom a lot?

Show your phone lock screen and/or home screen – 

tba.

Get to know me, send me a symbol.

[killmongerrps]

⭐️⭐️⭐️

⭐️- Im quarter of Italian and 1/8 Nez Perce Native American, which a lot of people have forgotten because of my skin tone and the fact that I can’t tan worth shit. 

⭐️- I’ve found my love for the stars and galaxies along with the planets again. Back in the sixth grade I did a report on Pluto and fell in love with the planet.

⭐️- I have a BA in English: Publishing Arts, I still struggle because of my learning disability but hey. I graduated college and earned myself a piece of paper.

for every ‘⭐️’ i get, i will post a fact about myself!

[katsbarrell]

music

But you'll feel better when you wake upSwear to god I'll make upEverything and more when I get back somedayThis is more than just a phase, loveShooting stars all break upAnd even though it seems like half the world awayThings will be better in AmericaHeard the streets are gold thereMaybe I could fly you out this place someday