#( &. interaction: isla )

[fcxglove-a]

continued for @prxttythngs from here

she hadn't thought for a second she'd see him. hadn't prepared herself for the rush of emotions and memories she'd been trying to forget with the guy she now blocked him from reaching. " what am i..? it's none of your business what i'm doing with him, mack. what the fuck are you doing storming over here like a maniac? "

[marixcardoso]

closed starter for @islaricci location: della mode

Mari had first went into Della Mode when she got into town and that's how she found out her parents cut off her credit card. It was an embarrassing moment for her and she hadn't gone back since, but now that she had a little saved up, she wanted to go back in and give them her business. Plus, if she saw the girl that worked there before, she wanted to apologize for that last interaction. Walking in, she looked around for her and didn't see her anywhere so she just decided to shop. She was going through the racks when she turned to look at more and didn't realize she was so close to someone else and bumped into them. "Oh! I'm so sorry."

[neloths-tea]

Astarion needs healing. Offer blood? 🩸

>> [yes] [no]

[honeybeehimbowrites]

@mysteriousxgirls | continued from here

Drew rolled his eyes at Isla's dramatism, he bet that she was the type of actress who would make her assistant go on the other side of town to get her something and then when her assistant returns she didn't want it anymore. "Well, we know you're not winning any Oscars with this performance of acting like you're in love." Drew said with gritted teeth, trying to pretend on the outside that he was having a good time, but it was hard. "Racoons? I don't think they allow racoons in whatever gated community you live in." Drew said with a scoff, he was so over this. Drew tried to casually look around, he knew the paparazzi had been tipped off, his management made sure of that. And he also knew what they wanted by the end of this dinner date. A kiss before they separated. Well he would let Isla take the lead on that, she was the actress after all. "So are all your relationships like this or am I just special?" he wondered if she actually dated, or this was just her status quo, fake relationship after fake relationship. Drew honestly wanted to quit music when they first suggested he do this.

[nikkiziki]

First half of Chapter 1 is out, currently working on getting the other half out.

[sunliights]

continued from here for @fcxglove

"but that one looks really familiar!" despite her insistence, fallon didn't want to get much closer to the tree to look. veering even a few steps off the path seemed like a bad idea. she glanced around them before looking back in the direction isla had pointed in, "i guess if we've been going this way all this time, it makes sense to keep going but... i really didn't think the walk was supposed to be this long. it should've taken two hours, three tops."

[itsisla-dubois]

who: closed starter for @atlasnolan where: the dubois' mansion ;; isla's 23rd birthday

it seemed as if every square foot of the sprawling dubois property was filled with people, and isla wouldn't have had it any other way. her birthday was always an event; her parents made sure that their youngest and only daughter was nothing short of doted on on her day. though, as she hit adulthood, that 'doting' turned into all out event planning (complete with catering, live music, and buckets of expensive champagne).

the new necklace the dubois had given her shone like a beacon amongst the sea of people as she made her way through. as she walked past, a few of her friends shot off some confetti poppers, pulling out a squeal of surprise from her glitter-flecked lips.

a perfectly manicured hand rested on the person she almost ran into, steadying herself the best she could with the liquor flowing through her. "I'm so sorry!" her voice a little horse from the endless hours of talking. "are you okay? can I get you another drink?" her eyes glancing down at the small puddle of his drink that had spilled during the collision.

[pixelwhispcr]

*  #  𝙲𝙻𝙾𝚂𝙴𝙳 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙵𝙾𝚁 ; isla kwon (@wayshome) .ᐟ‍​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ *   # 𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽﹔a candlelit banquet, tucked away in the heart of cheongdam .ᐟ‍​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

˖ ࣪ . ࿐ ♡ ˚ . 𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐖𝐎𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐄 — which, realistically, isn’t much. the room is all soft golden lighting and the kind of polite, effortless chatter that makes him feel like an intruder just by existing in it. there's the warmth of too many bodies in one space, the clink of glasses, the occasional burst of laughter from a table that’s worked through far too many bottles of wine already. it’s... a lot. but regardless, he's here.

the champagne flutes in his hands are blessedly cold, grounding, condensation slipping between his fingers as he weaves through the crowd, keeping his head down and avoiding eye contact like it’s a competitive sport. by the time he reaches isla, he exhales, slow and measured, like he’s made it back to safety or perhaps just barely survived something harrowing.

"here." he offers one glass with careful hands, brushing away a stray drop of condensation before she can take it. he hesitates, then clears his throat. "they, uh… were out of the cocktail you wanted. i asked, but the bartender just looked at me like i offended his entire family." his mouth twitches—half a smile, half an apology. "so. champagne."

he finally takes a sip of his own, gaze flicking around the room before settling back on isla. his free hand twitches, like he wants to adjust his glasses—except he’s not wearing them tonight. (he’s still regretting that decision.)

"i think i might be underdressed," he murmurs, tugging lightly at his collar. he looks down at himself—at the suit that is, objectively, perfectly fine—then back at isla. his expression mild, but there’s a touch of self-consciousness there, like he’s waiting for her to confirm he doesn’t stick out as badly as he feels he does.

"are you having a good time?" his voice is quieter now, sincere in a way that doesn’t demand an answer but still wants one. then, barely a breath later, a small huff of something close to a laugh. "please say yes, so at least one of us is."

[willxmeyers]

who: @itsisla-dubois where: coral cottage, will and lemie's wedding

"You brought a date," Will comments, as he meets up with with Isla at the open bar. Slowly he's been making his way around to nearly every guest, at least to give some level of thanks for coming. For Isla, this is strictly investigative. Plucking a champagne glass off the nearby tray, he takes a sip. "Is this a serious thing?"

[fcxglove-a]

continued for @silkchvffon

" oh thank god. " spoke as her gaze lifted to him, but came out as if it in response to his comment. " i-i didn't, i-i didn't mean... " she tried to calm herself and ignore the burning cheeks, to get straight to the points. " i don't really care if you're wearing pants... i just, there's a thunder storm. " stopped abruptly at the next roar of thunder than had her eyes closing and hand reaching out for the door. " i don't like thunderstorms and i'm alone and i don't want to be alone and well you seem nice enough and uhm... can i hide out in here? please? you can go put pants on first if you'd like. "

[tabithaxking]

who: @itsisla-dubois where: yelena king's funeral

Twirling her grandmother's ring on her index finger, the one that her grandfather had insisted she take, Tabitha was in a world of her own. This had to be the longest day of her life, the minutes and hours seemed to stretch on and on. It felt as though it would never end. While it felt like her mind was continuously racing, there were two thoughts that reigned supreme.

Feeling a presence beside her, Tabitha's focused moved away from her relentless longing for a person she'd neglected to invite, hoping it wasn't the other person who had showed up as she always did. Late and unashamed. Avoiding her mother was only delaying the inevitable, but she was putting it off as long as she possibly could.

When she met the bystander's gaze, Tabitha realised it was neither one.

"Isla," her tone relayed her surprise. "I didn't realise you were here."

[podiium]

@papayaprince sent : ❛  i can’t wait to have my way with you.  ❜ / isla

     [ … / / I . P ]                      she   was   denying   the   inevitable.   the   hunger   she   had   for   the   mclaren   driver.   those   little   lustful   thoughts   –   getting   harder   and   harder   to   keep   to   herself.   not   to   mention   ,    the   way   she   couldn't   keep   her   eyes   off   of   him.   and   how   bad   she   wanted   to   feel   his   lips   against   her   own   once   again.   she   had   it   bad   for   him. 

         the   after   party   of   the   Monaco   race.   she   found   herself   outside   ,   the   balcony   of   the   large   penthouse.   music   roaring   and   the   warmer   night   air   –   felt   good   to   her.   beer   in   her   hand   and   arms   crossed   over   the   rails,   mini   dress   lightly   blowing   from   the   ocean   breeze.   it   was   peaceful.   relaxing   and   yet,   lonely.   she   figured   that   maybe   he   had   found   some   other   girl.   after   all,   he   was   notorious   for   his   party   boy   ways.   and   the   after   party   had   a   lot   of   gorgeous   women.    she   was   lost   in   her   own   thoughts   before   she   felt   a   set   of   hands   at   her   waist,   her   lips   formed   into   a   smile.   (   she   longed   to   feel   his   touch   !   )   his   body   pressing   into   her's   from   behind   and   his   lips   near   her   ear.   she   could   feel   his   breath   and   Isla   couldn't   help   but   tilt   her   head   to   the   side,   hinting   at   what   she   wanted   –   his   lips   against   her   neck.   and   just   before   she   could   speak   –   his   words   caused   her   to   let   a   moan   slip   out.   ❝   I   want   you,   Lukas.   right   now   –   i'm   tired   of   denying   what   I   really   want.   ❞

[soundbord]

𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 — isla wardwell 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 — a lower side roof of alpha delta phi

"i cannot fucking stand that guy," they sniff, not very inconspicuously, thumb rubbing at the tip of their nose. it was just colder up here, that was all "but smash. like, three stars, smash." they're overlooking the party, having moved up to the roof to get a better vantage point for this game. it was working well enough, milo could easily see and point out every shirtless frat guy down below, the both of them always one stumble away from toppling down onto the grass— or the pool, that'd be fucking sick "but i heard he's got a weird, uhh...."

@g0dcountry

[ghcststory]

closed starter for @honeybeehimbowrites!

The bassline from the party happening inside still thrummed faintly through the balcony doors. Everything was softer out here, the city muffled by the altitude, the air cool and Isla's mind wasn't racing as much as it usually was. She was exhausted, her body tired and worn but there was a fire inside of her that wouldn't let her rest, even after the concert they had just put on. She rested her back against the railing, the alcohol swirling through her system and the haze of the weed blurring lines of reality and fantasy. A fantasy she only thought of when he was around. "You looked like you were having a moment with that solo tonight. Should I be jealous?" It was a harmless, playful little quip, but by now it was probably obvious she had been teetering the line of keeping things professional and personal for a while now. Even though he wasn't hers and she wasn't his, Isla caught herself imagining what it would be like if he was and how damn jealous she'd be of just about everything, too. Not the best look, but she owed a lot of it to the longing and the cat and mouse game they had going on. "You always play like you’ve got something to prove. Makes me wonder who you’re trying to impress out there."

[plushiisms]

Babysitter Isla board

[manybcdthings]

town

felix ranstrom and isabella belcourt @rviner

He waited for Bella, as promised. All due to their earlier conversation that left him with a nagging thought. It wasn't just her stubborn and determined support that struck him, but a simple statement that was muttered so quickly, it could have easily been ignored. As soon as he saw her, Felix moved with deliberate steps to meet her half way within the quiet street, a sly glance thrown at his watch. "Thought maybe the Vikings got you again." he teased, as the hour pushed closer to midnight. He was about to speak further when a sudden hesitation gripped him, his eyes darting between hers. "…you mentioned something earlier, I didn't have the chance to reply." he continued, his tone it's usual dryness even as he reached for her hand, fingers intertwining as he guided her along.

"Last night wasn't technically a date." Felix cleared his throat as he repeated the statement she made, the one that prompted this entire situation. Though, the night had certainly ended like a date, Bella's words had clearly impacted Felix enough to try for a little decorum. Glancing to her as they walked, he waved his free hand towards the closed bar. "A while ago when I was..." when he couldn't sleep, and he treated a walk through the town as a medicine. "I saw two Cross wolves sneaking out of the bar. I don't think they even lock it." he added as a shrug accompanied his words. It seemed there was a hint of embarrassment, uncharacteristically taking hold of him as Felix led them to the building. Years worth of materialism rearing it's head, or perhaps a nagging reminder that everything he did had to be of worth.

"Not the best...first date but I guess it's either this or a watch shift together." he muttered, before a frown moved over his mouth. "Shit. Maybe that would've been better because you're a tree-hugger?" Felix added, having to wrap his self-doubt into a sarcastic tease and offer Bella a smirk. He quickly nudged open the door with his shoulder, keeping hold of her hand and surprised at how easily it swung open. "Oh...yeah they don't even lock it." Was he nervous? Hand finally slipped from Bella's as he moved to the bar. "We could just take a bottle and go to...where there's trees." his dry and level tone might have sounded out as it usually did but...he was nervous.