‍‍ ‍ 𝒎𝗶𝘀𝘀 𝒔𝗮𝘃𝘃𝘆 𝒉𝗼𝗹𝘁 ˎˊ˗

she exhales a little breath of relief when he pulls her into his lap; this is better, sav feels safe in his arms. "i don't want you to think that's all i use you for."

sav lets him pull her along, finally settling onto the couch right beside him. she even lets her head rest upon his shoulder. "yeah. . .fuck."

it feels good to be under his gaze again, but sav is doing her best to hold back tears. "summers just always. . .hard." because of the death of her brother. the anniversary was approaching quickly.

and she does. in sweats and a big hoodie as she seeks him out. "hey," comes her quiet voice, arms holding herself.

💬: can i come over 𖤠 💬: just having one of those nights

she knows it's been a while but the summertime always has sav thinking of her brother. . . 📱: @obstinateidiot 💬: hey you busy?

/ what if we roleplayed twilight

/ computah delete all my accounts and make them better

/ i have 0 muse for any of my 10000 accounts someone k*** me

happy fuck that old man friday

"you can sleep later," hand reaching out, grabbing onto the waistband of his shorts. tugging him closer.

sav let's go of his hand but only so she can go sit on the edge of her bed, leaned back on her elbows. "mm, maybe."

"don't worry, my room is nice and chilly," and as she opens the door she adds over her shoulder, "perfect for cuddling."

thankfully most of the girls were out so they could have some much needed privacy. "so cute," sav mirrors his smile, hand moving to his own as she leads him upstairs.

"cute, right 𖤠" she pops her hip a little, hand reaching out to pull him in by the shirt.

answering in a tiny little tank top, shorts lounge combo. "so prompt."

/ god is a woman tiktok.com/t/ZP8ssAXXu/