( TEMP. PINNED — vanessa ‘van’ palmer. goalie for the wiskayok yellowjackets varsity soccer team, number one. lesbian. she ╱ they, they ╱ she. doesn’t matter. ships with taissa or heavy 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 chemistry but that’s unlikely. 21+. )
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the mere sight of the crimson red making her feel squeamish but that sensation ignored for now; what mattered was not letting van see. a clean napkin offered, using one herself to wipe blood from the corners of their mouth.
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( TEMP. PINNED — vanessa anne palmer. former goalie for the wiskayok yellowjackets varsity soccer team. lesbian. she ╱ they, they ╱ she. doesn’t matter. ships with taissa or heavy 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 chemistry but that’s unlikely. 21+. )
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a faux expression of shock washed over features, mock hurt just to further tease the woman, “ i’ll tell you to do what i want ,” the words slipping out before she could even process them. “ maybe ,” perhaps that’s exactly
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"don't tell me to watch my tone." she bantered right back with her friend, beaming all the while as she joined jackie on the makeshift dancefloor of the living room.
"you going to ground me or somethin'?" she smirked. effortlessly, her left hand settled gingerly on +
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as possible. jackie spun with the help of shauna’s lead, loosely curled hair bouncing as she twirled and the toothiest grin soon plastered across features. in that moment it truly felt like no time had passed at all, especially not
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jackie would mumble, moving slowly to sway in time with the music playing. this is the real dance that jackie dreamed of having at their prom.
“ don’t overthink it… just feel it and fall into it, shipman .”
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the conversation didn’t have to progress for the blonde to know that things for shauna were darker than most others out there- shauna experienced the unimaginable and it was painful to watch. it was also painful to
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the former butcher of the group of wilderness-crazed girls couldn't help but to feel she had gone just a little more over the edge than everybody. she didn't bring it up or want to put any further attention on that dark time in the girls' past. not when things seemed +
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it would make it easier for her to guide the woman that way,
“ you drape your left hand on my right shoulder ,” soft coo slipping out, as she shifted so that their free hands were laced together.
“ now we just sway..”
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