#araceli.

⋆  ⭒  ˚  .  ⋆  vega  was  starting  to  realize  that  maybe  they  had  gone  too  far  in  the  deep  end.  she  was  one  to  usually  keep  her  distance,  make  sure  that  they  stayed  as  surface-level  as  possible  with  the  people  she  interacted  with.  but  with  araceli,  that  almost  felt  impossible  to  do  so.  she  hadn't  met  many  people  who  opened  her  up  with  such  ease,  but  somehow  araceli  had  started  to.  they  couldn't  help  but  wonder,  though,  if  this  would  all  crash  and  burn  if  vega  continued  to  keep  secrets.  sighing  quietly  as  the  two  were  finishing  up  movie  night  at  vega's,  her  head  was  rested  gently  on  araceli's  lap.  looking  up  at  them,  they  finally  broke  the  silence.  "have  you  ever  been  afraid  of  showcasing  a  true  part  of  yourself  to  others  because  you  don't  know  how  they'd  react?" / @totalhcnesty

Sketchy scene

she should've left hours ago when everything was said and done. but she managed to stay rooted in place with the blankets thrown across her body lazily. it was only now that araceli finally rose from her position, throwing her hair into a quick, messy bun. she roams until she finds her bra and starts to put it back on. finally, her eyes meet the others with a soft sigh. "no, no. don't look at me like that. we're friends. we're having benefits. friends. with. benefits." her finger pointed in warning with a shake of her head. although the pauses in her voice didn't sound very convincing.

araceli sat at her kitchen table with a plate of half finished dinner growing cold in front of her. the tines of her fork scrape against the porcelain with a grating sound that would set anyone's teeth on edge. she stares without blinking as the other's story sinks deeper. it was supposed to be funny but the thing inside of her twisted violently at the thought. the heat building in her chest, anger. "did she touch you?" her words are quick, sharp. araceli's eye twitches and the fork clatters against the plate. "who was she? where is she now?"

"oh no! are you hurt? you must've tripped." araceli stands over them at the foot of the stairs. concern settles in her words but not in her eyes. they're dark, fixated on the other and trying to fight the smile that begs to crack across her features. there's something unsettling that lurks behind her eyes, something not quite right. they both knew that araceli had given them a shove.

⁺ araceli, however, doesn't really care about sex, but she's still confident that she's good at it.

Just some fun practice on things 😪😴😴