‍ ‍ ‍ 𝖫𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝖬𝗌 ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐘

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝖨 ⠀𝖺𝗆 ⠀𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 ⠀𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 ⠀𝖻𝗒 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 ⠀𝑡𝑜𝑢𝑐𝘩, ⠀@slashingwoes . . ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

[‍ ‍ ‍ 𝖫𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝖬𝗌 ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐘 @rascalwoes]

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Which is the true nightmare,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀the horrific dream that you’ve
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀in your sleep or the * resentful
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀reality that awaits you when
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀you awake?
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[‍ ‍ ‍ 𝖫𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝖬𝗌 ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐘 @rascalwoes]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝖨’𝖬 𝖠 𝖦𝖮𝖣𝖣𝖠𝖬𝖭 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄 𝖮𝖥 𝖭𝖠𝖳𝖴𝖱𝖤
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[‍ ‍ ‍ 𝖫𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝖬𝗌 ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐘 @rascalwoes]

She winked, and walked off like she hadn’t just set fire to the air between them.

[‍ ‍ ‍ 𝖫𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝖬𝗌 ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐘 @rascalwoes]

Matilda appeared at her side, sudden and bold as always, brushing a hand lightly against @reportersgore wrist in passing. “Don’t look so nervous,” she whispered with a grin, low enough for only her to hear. “I’m not gonna kiss you. Not here, anyway.” ——

[‍ ‍ ‍𝖶𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽 ‍ ‍ 𝔣ₒᵣ ‍ ‍ 𝙰𝙸𝚁𝚆𝙰𝚅𝙴𝚂 @signalheretic]

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⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀if the apocalypse hits, you will
⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀want me around. i can rig a
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ RADIO out of a broken toaster
⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀and a prayer and keep signals
⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀going while everything else dies.
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[‍ ‍ ‍ 𝖫𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝖬𝗌 ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐘 @rascalwoes]

her to push her to it.

Either way, the night was already hers to control.

[‍ ‍ ‍ 𝖫𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝖬𝗌 ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐘 @rascalwoes]

Matilda tilted her head, the corners of her smile sharpening like a blade. Tiffany’s reaction had been exactly what she expected, but that didn’t make it any less satisfying. She leaned forward, elbows on the bar now, her presence already soaking into the space between them like+

[‍ ‍ ‍ 𝖫𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝖬𝗌 ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐘 @rascalwoes]

distance between them wasn’t nearly close enough. “But let’s see if you’ve got enough time to be bad, too... Or if it’s just me doing the work tonight.” Her grin was predatory, and for a moment, it seemed like she was waiting for Tiffany to take the next step — or maybe for +

[‍ ‍ ‍ 𝖫𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝖬𝗌 ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐘 @rascalwoes]

Or are you just pouring drinks tonight?”

She grinned.

That wicked, radiant kind — like she already knew the answer.

[‍ ‍ ‍ 𝖫𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝖬𝗌 ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐘 @rascalwoes]

Rain clung to her like glitter, catching in her lashes as she slid onto the barstool — uninvited, but not unwelcome. She didn’t speak at first. Just watched @slashingwoes work, elbow on the counter, chin in hand, like she was studying something rare and dangerous.

Her smile +

[‍ ‍ ‍ 𝖫𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝖬𝗌 ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐘 @rascalwoes]

was slow, knowing. The kind that curled at the edges like smoke.

“Didn’t know bartending came with that much attitude,” she said, voice low and teasing.

Her fingers tapped the bar — light, impatient, familiar.

Then, softer:
“Think you’ve got time to be a little bad with me? +

[‍ ‍ ‍ 𝖫𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝖬𝗌 ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐘 @rascalwoes]

got some part time position at the paper? Is that really a smart idea, baby?”

[‍ ‍ ‍ 𝖫𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝖬𝗌 ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐘 @rascalwoes]

particular staying as history, alarms ring at the prospect of her current lover spending time with a past. Tracking @slashingwoes is easy, her schedule known for the most part. Tiffany’s hand is grasped, the older woman carelessly dragged out. “You’ve +

[‍ ‍ ‍ 𝖫𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝖬𝗌 ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐘 @rascalwoes]

Matilda had been passing through a crowd, ravenous for a coffee when she overheard a particular conversation that sparked her interest. Stomach’s churning desires are pushed aside, the mention of two names which, well, possess . . . history. Despite her history with one in +

[‍ ‍ ‍ 𝖫𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝖬𝗌 ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐘 @rascalwoes]

Tiffany and immediately seeking the warmth that only she can radiate. Pale hands sink beneath a leather jacket, ensuring to drag over a strong stomach as arms encircle strong hips. “Hi, baby. This is a nice surprise.”

[‍ ‍ ‍ 𝖫𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝖬𝗌 ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐘 @rascalwoes]

Community college. Fun stuff. Urban planning. Exhilarating, right? It’s not significant. Just a certificate. Stepping stone, really. Something to see enjoyment blooms and if she should take a step further. Class is dismissed, textbook is packed up alongside her folder and +

[‍ ‍ ‍ 𝖫𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝖬𝗌 ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐘 @rascalwoes]

blonde curls are tucked behind her ears. Matilda had returned to her all—natural roots but that hadn’t lasted long, famed dye coming back in a matter of weeks. Slender stature pushes through the sea of people, taken by surprise at the sight of +

[‍ ‍ ‍ 𝖫𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝖬𝗌 ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐘 @rascalwoes]

just that slight bruising and she willingly moans into awaiting lips. “I didn’t want to wait to kiss you.” And fuck she didn’t. This is what she needed all day.

[‍ ‍ ‍ 𝖫𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝖬𝗌 ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐘 @rascalwoes]

coiling, grasping at the older woman tightly. “You looked hot.” Oh. Now that is such a reasonable answer. Fingertips sink into Tiffany’s shirt, lifting it just barely until they tuck underneath the hem and pull it up to her shoulders. Matilda’s kiss is ferocious, fevered and +

[‍ ‍ ‍ 𝖫𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝖬𝗌 ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐘 @rascalwoes]

lips once again and a generous sip finally taken without the liquid being ‘accidently’ spilt. Hmm. If there was ever a wet t-shirt contest, Tiffany would certainly win hands down. Golden curls are thrown over her shoulder, the bottle disregarded off to the side and legs +

[‍ ‍ ‍ 𝖫𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝖬𝗌 ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐘 @rascalwoes]

“What!” Satisfaction runs rampant, wasting no time as it pools within striking sapphires and she erupts with opulent laughter, teeth sinking into her lower lip to bite back her smirk as a white singlet slowly grows translucent. The spilt bottle of beer is soon brought to her+