‘ -------- YOU look just about as THRILLED as i am about my return. ’ her tone is practically dripping with sarcasm, ever-green irises looking into the all too familiar eyes of those before her.
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‘ -------- YOU look just about as THRILLED as i am about my return. ’ her tone is practically dripping with sarcasm, ever-green irises looking into the all too familiar eyes of those before her.

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Cody nodded a bit, gnawing at her lower lip.
Fine never actually meant fine.
"Uh, yeah, here," She hands Bradley her cigarette, undeterred by the idea of sharing one with a stranger. "I’ve never seen you around before."
She took the cigarette, placing it between her lips as she took a long lasting drag from it, exhaling the smoke only moments later as she gave the brunette a weak, yet kind-hearted smile-- showing only a flicker of the old Bradley that was supposedly dead and gone. "Thanks," she took another drag as she heard the girls words, wondering how long she had lived in this town for and why they were only meeting now. "I've been away for a while, maybe that's why."
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“You’re lost, huh? Not many wind up in my lab unless they’re, like, lost.”
"Yeah.. I'm actually looking for a friend of mine. This place is just so big. I'm sorry, I hope I'm not like, disrupting anything? Because if so, I'm going to feel really bad."
calming starter sentences
"Its okay, I'm here."
"I'm not going to leave you."
"Everything is okay."
"I'm going to protect you."
"I believe in you."
"Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that."
"You'll be alright, no one can hurt you now."
"You're not going to lose me."
"I love you."
"I'll stay right here, okay?"
"Just breathe."
"I'm okay, you're okay, we're okay."
"You're everything to me."
"I don't care what they think, to me, you are perfect."
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"You don't have to be alone."
"I’ve seen worse if that helps any. We’ve been… superb. Just consumed in all of what Beacon Hills has to offer. What about you? How’s everyone? Fill me in."
"It can't be as bad as White Pine Bay though, right?" A pause. "Things haven't really been the same since my dads death, but.. I mean, we're coping."

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"Cody Brennan," She eyes her suspiciously. "You okay? You look a little…rough."
She really didn’t mean to be cruel as much as she meant to be honest. She hated beating around the brush and although it was clear to her that the stranger was beautiful naturally—-she also had dark, purple bags under her eyes and scars much like Cody’s tallying her wrists.
You okay?
She didn't know how to respond to that question anymore. And anyway, how does one put 'my life has been a complete and utter living hell' nicely?
"Fine," she replied in a quiet, fragile tone. "I'm fine." She repeated a little louder this time, keeping that same emotionless tone she had gotten so used to speaking in. She nodded towards the cigarette. "Mind sharing? I left mine in my car."
"Who are you supposed to be?"
She asked this with a menthol cigarette dangling from her lips, her brows raised in question.
Bradley turned towards the source of the strangers voice with a solemn expression, looking her up and down. "Bradley Martin. And you are?"
Pros to ship with me
Our ship is probably gonna be rly cute
Cons to ship with me
I’ll talk about it all the time
I’ll give you what ifs and how woulds all the time
I WILL SQUEAL AND TALK IN ALL CAPS TO YOU EVERYTIME SOMETHING BAD/GOOD HAPPENS TO THEM
I will think of AUs and share
I will make playlists of them a lot
It will always have pain and tears
Probably will have to ask for 983454858645794 threads
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——"Oh," Dylan said simply. He paused, then winced when he realized how that must’ve sounded. "I mean, yeah, okay. I guess I didn’t really.. Um.. You wanna come in?"
"Sure," she muttered, bringing her gaze elsewhere as her eyes glazed over with tears she didn't even know were there in the first place. She stepped inside, rubbing at her arms a moment from the sudden warmth she felt after being outside in the freezing cold for so long.
——"Yeah, okay, but what are you doing here? Looking for Norman, or.. ?”
"Actually, I came to see you."
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"What, baby? Tell me.." Dylan whispered against her damp, bare skin as he listened to the young woman writhe and whine his name beneath him. He could see between her legs that her pussy was already glistening from the juices soaking it. She had some short, well groomed pubes that seemed to frame the pink of her clit and tight opening. He remembered going down on her the first time—-
her slender legs had been practically wrapped around his head. Her fingers were weaved densely into his dirty blonde hair, her soft, wet pussy being lavished by his lips and tongue. He had three fingers inside of her, the digits pumping and twisting into her. She had been rocking her hips, eager to get more—-
Dylan closed his eyes a moment when he felt Bradley’s hand in his pants, his throbbing dick pressing firmly against the palm of her hand as she worked him. “All the more to fuck you with,” He chuckled quietly, cutting himself off with a soft groan from the touching he was getting.
Reaching into his boxers, he pulled Bradley’s hand out gently, taking her wrists and planting them above her head. He then slid himself further down, placing himself between her open thighs. He kissed softly below her bellybutton, nuzzling a bit before he got on eye-level with her pussy. His wet tongue slipped out and began wriggling its tip against the bundle of nerves at the end of her clit.
As her hand was removed and pinned above her head, her eyes filled with general curiosity for a brief second, until she watched him move himself further down. The feeling of his soft lips against her fair skin gave her this burning sensation she felt whenever he touched her, only fuelling her want for him even more. She gasped at the feeling of his hot, wet tongue wriggling against the nub of her nerves, breathing slightly harder as her hand reached out slowly and weaved through blonde hair a moment, her pussy aching from the emptiness.
She gently pushed her hips eagerly more towards him, a quiet moan slipping from her lips from what she was feeling right now.
——"Bradley? What are you doing here?"
"Had to come back sooner or later. I mean, it's not like I actually care what happens to me anymore."
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——"What, do I have something on my face?"
"No, I was just-- nevermind."

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Bradley wasn’t making this any easier on Emma—part of Emma still wanted to walk away, give up on the whole ordeal. She didn’t like Bradley, it was a fact. But she did feel bad for her. “Well, what makes you think that—” she argued flatly, skepticism shadowing the features on her face. “I mean, honestly, faking your own death in this town is one of the smartest things you can do—”
"Because I'm not a good person." The words left her mouth so easily, holding that same monotone voice she regularly spoke in nowadays, though Emma's words had caused a weak smile to perk up on her lips. She laughed quietly, the sound so foreign to her ears. "Too bad I ended up here again-- you'd think I'd be glad to finally escape this place. I guess it's true when they say there's no place like home."
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