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pierson-weller:
Though Pierson wasn’t incapable of talking about his feelings, it wasn’t something he did all that often mostly because relationships were definitely few and far between, and technically whatever was going on between him and Mia wasn’t even a relationship. Squinting at Sadie when she spoke, his eyes rolled after the fact. “It’s not even that similar.” He brushed her off, slumping back into the patio chair taking a long drag of his cigarette. “I like being around her, it’s easy and she doesn’t—” Pierson sighed, shaking his head a little. “She doesn’t look at me like some other girls have, like I’m not worth their time or like I’m not good enough for them because of my life when they don’t even know me.” His voice got a little bit softer when he spoke those words, cause he hated to admit that those things had bothered him before. “It’s different with her, and I don’t wanna fuck it up by saying something, so no I haven’t, drama queen.” He murmured finally after pulling himself out of his thoughts. “I do like her, I just don’t know if it matters, even if it is different.”
"You're right, it's not that similar. Baby P's been going on a year plus." Sadie snorted with a shake of her head, shooting a half playful pointed look in Pierson's direction. "But close enough that you know exactly what I meant." Staying miraculously quiet -saving any commentary of hers for the end- Sadie listened to his explanation. Her lips twisted sideways, eyes squinting a little as he mentioned other girls having looked at or treating him different. That was something Sadie knew well enough -about girls who thought Pierson was hot, but thinking he was hot didn't mean they thought he was good. It was just a good thing she was a girl, because girls could punch other girls in the face. Even though that'd only actually happened one time. There were a number of snarky remarks that the girl had in her arsenal right off the bat, a handful of various statements that bore the 'get over it' sentiment. However, Sadie paused instead and took in a slow deep breath through her nose, then let it back out again in a sigh, gaze shifting over their house's backyard instead of being trained on Pierson. "Piers, you're way too good not to have somebody in your life that makes you happy." She noted, genuinely. She had known Pierson for so long, counted on him for so much, they had seen each other through a whole lot of hell - if anyone could speak to that truth, it was her. "Have you guys fucked?" Oh how quickly her switches flipped, that Sadie. "Because like, if you haven't, that's obviously already a good sign, right? Since usually with the shitty ones that's what it's been about?"
tonysantxna·:
naturally, tony was alarmed; sadie was looking rough, more so than he’d ever seen her before, and it was obvious that she didn’t get the cuts and bruises from some recreational sport. he’d never even seen in her a dress before, and that was another bell going off in the guy’s head. in moments like these, however, answers to questions that perhaps he had were irrelevant; the main focus had to be on sadie and doing whatever necessary to help her out. he could be a protective brood just about any other moment of the day, but he wasn’t going to push her to explain how she ended up looking like hell, at least not until later. so he shifted to the side, letting her stalk past him and enter further into his home, closing and dead bolting the door behind her. only a select handful of people in his life could speak to his hospitality, perhaps sadie would have felt like she were one of them, but he opened him home to those who needed or wanted somewhere to be, so really she had full reign and yet still she chose his bedroom. a faint sort of grin fell onto his lips, some sort of pride in knowing that his bed was her preferred place, while he made quick work of grabbing a cup of water from the tap for her. “y’should drink something,” he said quietly, though the low register of his voice still filled the room, as he held the glass out to the girl. at the mention of a possible concussion, tony squatted down in front of her, just at the edge of his well-made bed and with calloused fingers, he brushed the hair fallen on either side of her face back so he could get a better look at her. the dried blood, slowly forming bruise, slip skin … it was enough to elicit the most subtle groan he was capable of. he needed to speak, as a distraction, otherwise his own emotions may become domineering. “you know that’s a myth,” he commented offhand, nudging the glass in her hand as if to suggest taking another sip, “sleeping while you’ve got a concussion in alright … but if you wanna stay awake, i’ll keep you up.” he didn’t mean for the sentiment to sound so flirtatious, but he also couldn’t help the almost soft smirk that quirked at the corner of his mouth. it was fleeting, however, as he let himself fall back into the moment. “do you wanna get cleaned up? might be good for some of these cuts …” he ran his thumb along the side of the cut against her face, as light as he could, taking it all in; his energies needed to be directed on her or else he’d snap.
Settling at the edge of Tony's bed, despite having the momentary thought to stop in the bathroom to clean herself up, seemed like Sadie's logical response. It was autopilot, mostly. She said she couldn't go to sleep, but it wasn't because she wanted to sleep that she went there. It was familiar to her, comforting somehow in this moment when she felt so unlike herself, so worn down. She was wordless still as she took the glass of water from him, blinking slowly as she stared straight ahead but did take a small drink. As Tony squatted down in front of her, Sadie was confronted with the task of meeting his eyes for a few seconds -something she hadn't done much of thus far, she realized. "Pierson always kept me up.." She whispered, the reply being an easy response but it still felt somehow heavy rolling off her tongue. That admission that this wasn't the first time something like this had happened, her being in this state, her needing someone to take care of her. For a moment, she thought she might vomit on principle of the circumstances, but the gentle nudge of the water in her hand had her lifting it to her mouth once again. The water helped a little bit, but just that. What typically might have been the beginnings to common banter between them merely earned a lazy blink of Sadie's eyes, a gentle 'hm' leaving the girl in simple acknowledgment. If there weren't enough already to indicate that she wasn't doing alright, that certainly would have given her away. A stuttered intake of breath passed the girl's lips at the barely there brush of his thumb near her damaged skin. Sadie was painfully aware of the fact that the gentle touch had somehow been enough to bring moisture to her eyes. "I think so." Her voice wavered, whatever minimal resolve brought on by lingering adrenaline dwindling fast, but she nodded her head all the same. "I need to-- I should change, too." She nodded again, rolling her lips together -resisting the urge to wince at the pinch it made to the split in her lower lip. A vaguely hysterical sound escaped her abruptly a moment later, something a cross between a sarcastic laugh and the beginnings of a sob. She wiped roughly under her eyes as the sound evidently meant a couple tears had to fall from her eyes, too. "I fucking hate this stupid dress. I hate all of this.."

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pierson-weller·:
Send 💖for my muse to tell yours who they currently have a crush on.
Sitting out on the back patio with Sadie, it didn’t take Pierson long to bring up the girl he’d been spending so much time with. It’d been a casual mention, talking about how they’d gone to a fast food dinner the night before but the brief mention was enough for his best friend to eye him for a second. “What?” He asked, taking a drag from his cigarette but he already knew he wasn’t going to be able to play dumb here. “Don’t look at me like that.” Pierson’s hand waved her off, bringing his bottle of water to his lips now to take a long let’s-change-the-subject-sip. He could still feel Sadie’s eyes on him though, they both knew she wouldn’t give up that easily. Breathing out a sigh, his shoulder shrugged up. “We’re just hanging out.” He gave her finally, glancing in her direction to see the subtle look of disbelief on her face. “It’s—“ He’d been about to say ‘nothing’, but it wasn’t actually nothing, was it? Another soft sigh pushed from between his lips, lulling his head to look at the sky against the back of the chair. “It is something, I just don’t know what..” @washingtonsade
There were people that Sadie knew as well as she knew Pierson, so the fact that she had picked up on something going on between her best friend and a girl wasn't shocking. It also wasn't exactly subtle, Pierson with this girl -he'd invited her to fourth of July at Carm's track, after all, let alone all the time he had been spending with her. The girl's eyes narrowed at the dismissal of her pointed glance, knowing that there was way more to be brought up here; she wasn't stupid. "How is it you and Phoenix both just like, have this issue?" Sadie asked with a soft snicker, slow shake of her head paired with the mostly rhetorical question. "You guys have been spending a lot of fucking time together, I already knew it was something, I was just waiting for you to actually say so." She noted. Slumping in the plastic patio chair she was sat in, she bounced her knees, folding her arms over her chest. "Have you thought of, I don't know," She paused, whipping her head pointedly in Pierson's direction, "Asking her?" A brow quirked upward at him in further addition to her question. “You obviously like her. You light up like a fucking Christmas tree when your phone goes off and it’s her.”
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the doorbell … sure, tony recognized what it was, but it wasn’t a chime he often heard, so there was a reason his hand flung to grip onto the handle of his gun when the sound first reached his ears. he was coming out of a nearly-there-sleep, so it took him a few moments to respond, gun still tucked against his palm as he looked past the curtains and he could make out whose silhouette was on the other side. it had him returning the weapon to the endtable drawer, safety on, and swinging the door open. it wasn’t entirely strange for sadie to come over this late at night, but when he saw the state she was in … that was entirely strange. something defensive and primal seemed to rise to the surface as he got even the quick glance under the dim street lights, the frosted glass porch light with insects circling, nothing about it was glamorous. “sadie -”. her cheeks were pink, likely worsened by the intense staring and practical examination tony was giving her face, but his neck seemed to burn red. whatever had happened to land her in this state, looking this rough, vulnerable in the way her eyes drooped … it infuriated the man, but worseso, concerned him instantly. he knew sadie to be a rather capable girl - she didn’t need much of anyone around to protect her, from much of anything. and yet here she stood, on his front steps looking defeated in many ways. even the way she curled her fingers around the collar of his shirt was off; he had plenty of memories to go off of for what was considered to be normal. but he let her guide him, met her mouth halfway, figuring she wanted it, needed it even: this kiss. his hands moved carefully to rest over her hips, holding her there as to be certain she wouldn’t just turn and run off, avoid whatever was going through her head to land her in this spot. his barely chapped lips were careful against hers, something he wasn’t entirely used to, but he did what he could to brave comfort. she looked like she needed that, and he was capable of providing. he brought a hand up to the back of her head, leaning in for another subtle kiss, before sliding it down her hair and settling at the small of her back. “you comin’ in?” was all he bothered to say, bothered to ask, unsure of how much she was interested in discussing but figuring that she could use somewhere to be and someone to be around in that moment.
The hands that fell against her hips had Sadie tensing a fraction, as if the way it rooted her there somehow made her more vulnerable than she already regrettably felt in this moment. Kissing Tony in the desperate way that she had, it wasn't the same sort of needy that might have been more typical for the two of them. She wasn't one hundred percent sure what it was she was getting out of it, if she was getting anything out of it at all, but it felt like the best way to avoid questions of any sort. As the two eased back and Tony finally did ask anything, the crease in Sadie's sore brow deepened as she swallowed hard. It certainly wasn't the sort of question she had been anticipating, assuming something more along the lines of wanting to know what had happened was on it's way. Some small part of her might have felt relieved, but it was faint passed the physical and mental exhaustion she felt at the moment. A slow nod of her head was given in answer, but she didn't meet his eyes, tiredly dazed gaze following the drag of her hands -the slight puff of swollen knuckles- down from his chest before they fell heavily back at her sides. She felt like she weighed several tons heavier as she stepped into Tony's house, head low on her neck as she made her way to where she knew his room to be. She glanced into the bathroom in the hall as she passed, thinking idly, absently, about how realistically she should start there -she should wash whatever dried blood still lingered above her eyebrow, clean the gash out. On she went passed it, though, wordlessly going to the bedroom she had grown increasingly familiar with. She didn't lay down when she got there, though her tired body was practically begging her to do so, to let it rest, let it try to heal a little. Instead, she sat perched gently at the edge of one side, absent gaze on Tony's legs as she watched him follow her into the space. Her fingers curled at the edge of the mattress, squeezing momentarily, as her lips parted the smallest bit to take in a shallow breath. "I think I, um," She paused, brow furrowing a little once again in her thought. "I probably have a mild concussion." She nodded this time, voice soft. "I used to get them a lot..." She left out why. At least for now. "Just don't let me go to sleep yet."
💞 Pull my muse in for a messy/desperate kiss
It felt to Sadie like she had blinked and suddenly there she was, standing at the curb outside Tony's house. She vaguely remembered getting a ride there -she couldn't really ride her bike in the black dress she was still wearing, not to mention there was the rest of the state of her. Her arms, tired, throbbing a little in spots that would probably be discolored and tender tomorrow, were curled around herself where she stood. Her jaw was tightly clenched as she blinked, almost in a daze, at the house in front of her. Part of her wondered if she should just walk away; it would take her a little while to get home, and she would earn several odd looks, she was sure, but... Her heavy feet shuffled forward instead, knees wobbling the tiniest bit in a way that nearly had her telling herself to get a fucking grip. Nearly. Things were a little odd right now. Sadie's hand lifted from the curl of her arms to press at the doorbell, dazed blinking focused low on the closed front door. As the door swung open after a couple moments, she felt suddenly more aware of the small gash over her left eyebrow -where she'd hit her head after the first shove. Her mouth opened, as if she might say something to Tony now that he was stood in front of her, and that reminded her of the since-dried cut at the right corner of her bottom lip -where her teeth had cut into it after a particularly hard swing of a fist. She became aware abruptly of the heat that flooded her cheeks, the pink of the blood rushing to the spot undoubtedly making it all that much easier to note the already discoloring edge of her jaw. In a moment of what could only really be called panic, in a need to cover up the absolutely embarrassing way her body had the audacity to make her blush right then, Sadie's hands both lifted to grasp at the front of Tony's shirt. The tug she gave was shaky at best, but she towed him in all the same, shifted up a little unsteadily onto her toes to press her mouth to his. It was different than the kind of rushed she and Tony could get sometimes, this was messy, there was nothing pointed or playful about this. This was her trying to bury something in the way she pressed in nearer to him, in the way she barely moved her lips from his to suck in a notable, sharp breath before pressing hers to his once again.
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Send ☔ for our muses to share an umbrella on a rainy day.
Send 📱 for my muse to send yours a random text.
Send 📞 for my muse to call yours.
Send ✞ for our muses to meet in an empty church.
Send ⚔ to challenge my muse to a duel.
Send 😢 for my muse to comfort you.
Send 🌸 to receive flowers from my muse.
Send ☁ for our muses to watch the clouds together.
Send ⌚ to ask my muse what time it is.
Send ℃ for my muse to discuss the temperature with yours.
Send 👻 to tell ghost stories with my muse.
Send 🐩 to play with my muse’s pet (or have my muse play with yours).
Send 😘 to see my muse’s reaction to yours flirting with them.
Send 💅 to do my muse’s nails.
Send 🐎 for our muses to go horse riding together.
Send 📺 for our muses to have a TV/movie night.
Send 🍸 for our muses to have a drink together.
Send 💪 for our muses to workout together.
Send 💤 to wake my muse up from their nap.
Send 🍔 for our muses to have lunch together.
Send 💢 for my muse to get mad at yours for something they did.
Send 😓 for my muse to apologize to yours for something they did.
Send 💖 for my muse to tell yours who they currently have a crush on.
Send 💘 for my muse to ask yours who they have a crush on.
Send 💋 to randomly kiss my muse.
Send 🎃 to carve pumpkins with my muse.
Send 🎁 for my muse to give yours a gift.
Nonsexual acts of Intimacy - Select from the following for my muse to respond to...
♔ : Finding your muse wearing their clothes
♕: Holding hands
♖: Having their hair washed by your muse
♗: Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse's lap.
♘: Cuddling in a blanket fort
♙: Sharing a bed
♚: Head scratches
♛: Sharing a dessert
♜: Shoulder rubs
♝: Reading a book together
♞: Caring for each other while ill (specify which party is which)
♟: Patching up a wound
♤: Taking a bath together
♧: Your muse playing with their hair
♡: Accidentally falling asleep together
♢: Forehead or cheek kisses
♠: Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc.
♣: Back scratches
♥: Your muse crying about something
♦: Slow dancing