#scfthands

[assulatim]

       months had gone by in a blur and there was little doubt in q’s mind that more of his time was spent in the self-made safety of tattoo machine buzzing and a wall of art than he’d ever been able to find in the foundation he had to call home.  [ promises would say that it had nothing to do with his family for the plain sake of clutching onto a very minute degree of normal. ]  deep ochre eyes peered over at the girl only a few feet away from him, scooting back to straighten his posture in the seat he’d all but embedded himself into for the last three and a half hours. the smile that tipped either corner of his mouth was all but instinct now, something he hadn’t even been aware of until he exhaled and his lips formed a full grin. so far, he could breathe without showing so much cherubic enthusiasm. so far being the key words. 

     “ how many more appointments do you have today? ”      @scfthands

[aquamanandfriends]

Two Months [Dirk/Violet]

@scfthands

    He hadn’t seen Violet in far too long. He’d counted the days. It was nearly two months. Dirk had not expected to find someone (while very very lost) in Seatle who he clicked with so well. She was all he thought about since he met her. Their time together had felt far too short but like a dream or a romantic film. He was glad he’d gotten her number but she just stopped replying. Dirk though she may have just moved numbers or that there was a service problem on his end.     “Vi?” He had been settled at the little cafe she’d showed him with the best coffee so he could avoid the rain. Dirk was just glad he’d marked the place on his phone. The doofy German was wearing a button-down short sleeve Hawaiian style shirt with a tiger motif all over it, something he’d picked up in Japan, it was a little big on him but it was silky and comfortable. He had a way of making stupid shirts look good. “Violet!” He beamed and moved over to hug her not even asking why she hadn’t answered his messages.

[assulatim]

[ “ hey .. uh. i’m really sorry, i’m so sorry. i’m so fucked up, i smoked through half a pack of smokes and i don’t even fucking smoke. and i just. i know that it’s toxic behavior but i just don’t wanna fucking be without you, you know? i don’t want to be and i don’t want to learn how to be. i don’t want there to be a single second where i have to think that you’re gonna be in someone else’s bed. and it’s not even in a possessive way it’s just. waking up to you has been the best part of my life and i .. god, i’m so fucked up. i don’t wanna be without that. you. ” ] 

       if there was a way to hear back the voicemail before clicking the end button, ronan would have done so. but all he could remember was the tidbits that had been running through his head all day, the fragmented sentences that kept his tongue numb with regret. the worst part was not knowing if she was even going to listen to it, if it was going to sit in her voicemail box until she got a new phone and cleared out her history or if it was going to be deleted as soon as his name flashed over her screen. “ fuck. ” his phone stayed gripped between clammy palms, his right thumb pressed firm against the bottom half of the screen as if waiting for the ‘answer’ button and her photograph to pop up.             / @scfthands

[assulatim]

@scfthands .               something felt like he always had to be walking on eggshells around her,  though it wasn’t because of anything she had done nor said and ren  knew  that. which somehow made it all worse. social cues were something he hadn’t the easiest time picking up on and now finding himself dropped in the company of a girl that was irreversibly substantial to the other two almost had ren feeling like some kind of connection with her  ─  regardless of how minimal  ─  was an   obligation   now.  “ denny’s?  you pick, between there, waffle house and the diner, ”  he offered and pushed himself to sit completely upright. making a point to keep his gaze away from her form, ren found the palms of his hands to be   unnaturally   interesting. 

[fromhells]

@scfthands //                  abel hadn’t earnest been expecting out of her. he hadn’t divulged himself with the expectation of getting anything back, warranting himself a reciprocation. it just ─ the fact had felt like a literal anvil pressed against his lungs, knocking the breath out of him whenever she’d walked into a room with the underlying threat of spilling between casual conversation. however, rather than dismissing her i love you too like every initial nerve in his body had told him to, abel offered her a small smile. a shift up of either end of his mouth. her palms felt warm against his cheeks, gaze set solely on her face. for once in his life, abel felt like he could fucking breathe clearly. his head angled forward to bump the tip of her nose with his own. “ don’t get too cheesy on me now, ” he murmured as a faux forewarning, although the words could have easily implemented another plea. abel’s hands idly began traveling up the length of her sides, brushing over bare skin in inches. he wasn’t sure what else there was to say, if there’d be anything at all to say that wouldn’t be sprinkled in self-deprecation. so rather, abel kissed her in hopes his lips would do better with actions than words.