#* &. ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ft. sutton.

[stilloves]

starter for Emil Kindell.

she might actually die. because this hangover is going to kill her. and it's not even just her head. well, it's a different kind of ache in her body, that almost feels delicious. sore, but good. still, everything is a little bit fuzzy from last night. shots in the bar, met a guy . . . and now her head might explode. dares to crack open one eye and yeah, it's bright. too bright. but before she close her eyes again, there's this small thing she notice. and no, it's not the guy next to her. that's not too unusual. and they're in vegas, it happens. no, the thing that catches her attention is the silver band on her ring finger. blink a few times before lifting a little, up on an elbow to get a closer look, brows furrow ever so little.

@klarsynt

[wcrstbehavior]

continued from here ( @emotionlcss )

Cameron stood there, Sutton's words hitting harder than he'd prepared for. Still, he didn't flinch. Not really. Just swallowed whatever cocky smile he had left and let his hands drop to his sides. "Yeah..." He mumbled softly, voice stripped of all the swagger he was so used to carrying these days. "Figured you might be the one person who wouldn't give a damn." He glanced at her hands; tight around those bags like she needed something to anchor her. He didn't blame her. Hell, if he could grip something that tight to keep from unraveling, he would've. "I wasn't trying to brag," he added quietly. "It's just... Kinda weird when someone who knew you before all the noise shows up again. I guess I forgot how to be real around someone who already knows the difference." He let out a quiet breath and looked at her, not the way people looked at him on magazine covers or on TV during a game. Like she was a person, not a memory. Not a mistake. Just her. "You look good, Sutton. I mean that. I heard about the bakery you got started." A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Always figured you'd build something like that. Cozy and yours. A little sanctuary for everyone but yourself." For a second, he almost said more. Almost apologized. But the timing didn't feel right. It felt too early, and maybe too late all at once. So, instead, Cameron stepped a little closer and nodded toward the bags in her arms. "You, uh... You need a hand with those? I'm not trying to make anything weird. Just figured the least I can do is help carry something you actually want." The offer sat in the air, but he didn't know if Sutton would say yes. Honestly, he didn't expect her to. But he was still standing there, no longer hiding behind headlines or highlight reels—just Cameron, the guy who once let the best thing in his life walk away.

[nicholas-quinn]

Oliver,

You are asleep in the bed next to me as I write this, and I'm thinking about thirty-six. The number of birthdays I've missed. Silly to worry about lost time, to wish we'd met earlier, but it passes my mind sometimes. Maybe it would have made things worse, maybe I was never going to be ready to meet you, and maybe we still would have wound up here. I only think it because you've made me happier than words can express these past few weeks. Before then as well, of course. In the long weeks when I was falling for you with every kiss.

It's likely you're reading this after dinner. If you're not, it's because I caved and gave you the gifts early. That a likely story for us. But, in any case, the music box contains the song I just played for you. The one you sang that night back in the Brownstone. (You know which night.) The book nook we can try to assemble together when we're feeling brave. And the cufflinks are a reminder that you always have a piece of me, even when we can't be together.

I love you.

Nicki

@oliverxsutton

[rxlinquo]

where && with whom : : town square w/ @vespcrtines

"So, did she like it?" Minjun asks, nervously twiddling fingers as he awaits the answer. "Your mom. Did she say anything about the mug?"

[ruinedsoulsrp]

Starter for @emotionlcss featuring Chester and Sutton

The small motel had pretty much been a godsend - if Ches believed in that sort of thing. It was small, tucked out of the way, and essentially deserted. The perfect place to hide out until some of the heat on him died down. What he hadn't been expected was the woman who seemed to keep popping up. He'd learned that her parents were the ones who ran the place. At least she was easy on the eyes, even if she did ask too many questions. He sat outside his room, inhaling on the cigarette, before blowing it out to the side, turning to see her approaching, the slightest smirk finding his lips. "Ain't ya ever got anything better ta do love?" he teased as he pulled in another drag.

[aconites]

𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓮𝓻 for @intcxications!

𝙄𝙏'𝙎 𝙏𝙀𝙉 𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙐𝙏𝙀𝙎 𝘼𝙁𝙏𝙀𝙍 seven and the blonde is currently found in the luxurious kitchen of their home, wooden spoon in hand as she stirs the mouthwatering dish she’s currently making for her and her husband. her other half was only expected to be back from work in twenty minutes, which gave sutton just enough time to finish the recipe she’d found on pinterest to surprise him with. she’s swaying to the music she’d turn on while she cooked, a small hum leaving her lips as she stirred the pesto-based sauce. it wasn’t anything too extravagant but she knows her lover adored pasta and she has a hunch that he was going to love this as well. placing the spoon on the counter, she’s about to add the uncooked noodles to the pot of boiling water when she hears the familiar jingle of keys at the home's entrance and she glances at the clock in surprise. he was early! the noodles are forgotten as she rushes to the front door, the oversized shirt of his she's wearing brushing against her thighs as she does so. ❝ baby, you're home! ❞ she smiles brightly. making her way over to him and throwing herself in his arms, giving him a quick kiss on the lips afterward. ❝ you weren't supposed to be here yet! i wanted to surprise you with supper on the table when you got here, ❞ she pouts when she pulls away to look up him but it quickly turns into a teasing smile, obviously glad to have him home early.  ❝ how was work? ❞

[osc-piastri]

-> in which konrad maybank is spotted at a kelpies game for the first time ever — and doesn’t even try to deny rumors of being involved with a player

@v-dunn29

[aishathevar]

Absolutely not the type of thing you want to hear from someone significantly younger than you. Or your peers to be honest, because what does that say about them? But yeah, they did sparkle. Looking back those books were objectively awful, but I guess nostalgia has me die-hard defending them despite it all. And absolutely! Some things would be fun to make a reappearance, like style choices that weren't half bald.

Hearing about them? Yes. Wanting to be told I have ‘rizz’ or that my hair ‘ate’ today? Only against my will. Everything has just gone over my head. Maybe I am getting old. Maybe the first one but I barely retained anything from them except the part that vampires sparkle. I wonder what Mr. Stoker and other authors would think. Everything seems to be making a comeback, which is interesting to see!

[stilloves]

asked by Samira Mohan : can I tell you a secret?

strap of bag is tossed over shoulder and crossing over chest, yoga pants pulled on and a too big hoodie that belonged to some old ex is dragged on. she has definitely felt better. as in way better. right now it feels like someone has chewed her up, spit her out and ran her over with a semi truck just to be sure. she imagine that is how this feels like at least. closing her locker with a soft clink, dark gaze lift to samira and there's hint of a smile ghosting across features. always loved gossiping perhaps a little too much, but mostly about other people. never cared for drama in her own life. that's why her hoodie belongs to an ex, and not to a current boyfriend. he knew who she was when they started dating, when he asked her to be his boyfriend . . . and he still complained about her hours. why she studied so much. spent so much time here and not with him. became an ex boyfriend pretty quickly after that. a soft hum leaves her, two protein bars are pulled from the sidepocket of her bag, handing one of the two over to samira before pushing the door open from the lockerroom. " is it a good kind of secret ? are you gonna swear me to silence ? " smile grows ever so little as she turns, walking backwards to fully watch her, sticking her hand up, pinkie out. " do we make pinkie promises ? "

@empitthy

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continued from here ( @pcpulr )

Isaiah let out a low sigh, staring up at the ceiling, the soft hum of the ocean waves coming through the cracked window. "You know I wanted to, Elle," he said quietly, his voice just above a whisper. "But Mama was so damn happy when she called. I didn't have the heart to tell her. Not when she was already planning the family dinner and talking 'bout how much everyone missed you."He glanced over his shoulder, catching the silhouette of Giselle in the dim light. "I know it ain't fair to you. Or me. But I thought... Just this once, we could get through it. Make Mama happy. And then..." He trailed off, not sure how to finish that thought. Isaiah shifted closer, just a bit, his arm brushing against hers. "I didn't think it'd be this hard. Seeing you. Pretending like nothing's changed." A bitter laugh slipped from his lips. "Guess I didn't realize how much I missed you until I had to fake it." He turned fully then, his eyes meeting hers. "If you want, we can tell them. I won't make you keep up the act if it's too much. Just say the word."

[nicholas-quinn]

@oliverxsutton

[rxlinquo]

minjun: [DELETED] What the fu minjun: You did your best and that's the only thing that matters minjun: Honestly? You might have to come clean to your mom and tell her that I'll make her a new one minjun: Did you hurt your hands?

twenty minutes later...

josie: HEY HEY HEY!! josie: image sent josie: please do NOT laugh josie: or cry josie: it's um josie: holding together? kinda? josie: be so honest with me can this be saved or do I need to start learning pottery in the next ten minutes josie: also. my hands hurt. this is hard. (':

[stilloves]

meme from Emil Kindell, sender kisses receiver's temple.

there is this feeling of panic bubbling up her throat, and she can't quite stop it. no breathing technique that can stand up to all of this. not sure how her life went from cramming for her boards, from working overtime in the ER, to this. to seeing emil get stabbed and he's acting as if it's just another wednesday. like it's perfectly normal. ( and she is struggling to compartmentalize enough to help him. ) because no, it's not the first time she see someone that has gotten stabbed. or been in a fight. or . . . she just isn't used to seeing it happen infront of herself. she see the aftermath. she doesn't have the adrenaline coarsing through her, after being scared for her life. eyes squeeze shut when kiss press to his temple, as she inhales sharply. " you're hurt, " it's supposed to be a question, but it comes more as a statement if anything.

@klarsynt

[wcrstbehavior]

continued from here ( @unraptures )

Isaiah huffed out a humorless laugh, turning his head just enough to catch the shadow of her curled up on the other side of the bed. "A mountain goat? That's dramatic, even for you," he shot back, his voice barely more than a whisper against the dark. But there was a sense of something in his tone—something familiar, almost teasing, like muscle memory kicking in. He shifted, the mattress dipping under his weight as he scooted a few inches closer, though he still kept a respectable gap between them. "Happy now?" He asked, his voice softening just a touch. "Wouldn't want you cocooned to death over there." He tried for humor, but it came out strained, tension slipping through the cracks. Silence settled between them then, but it was heavy and charged, stretching long enough that he almost thought Jessica had fallen asleep. "You didn't have to do this, you know," Isaiah whispered again, eyes locked on the ceiling, watching the shadows from the moonlight dance across it. "Come here, pretend with me... I wouldn't have blamed you if you didn't." His voice faltered, but he forced himself to continue. "But... I'm glad you did."

[stilloves]

it feels like this gentle hum running through her entire body, constant and electric, and good. so very good, it's almost addictive. maybe it's the drinks, the alcohol making a temporary home in her system, maybe it's the atmosphere around them, but there is something about him aswell. something that draw her close. something she eagerly holds on to. she doesn't normaly just find interest in people in line for a drink, but here she is. all tangled up in him, barely moving to the music anymore. because all she can really focus on is him, and how it feels to be pressed against him, how fingers slide against skin, a little calloused, but gentle and exploring. and for a second, she wonders how it would feel with those hands exploring the rest of her body. sucking in a deep breath as the kiss breaks, if only for a few seconds, and eyes stay closed for a moment longer. simply enjoying it. floating in it for as long as she can.

a soft sound, pleased, content, wanting more as he kiss her, and it lasts. and last, until the need for air wins over the need for him, yet arms are wrapped tightly around his neck, keeping herself close. smile forming as he nips at her, eyes flutter open to watch him. " mmm, i'd let you do more than that, " actually, there is this part of her that wants it. wants more. wants to explore whatever this connection is, if only for one night. leaning more against him, lips ghost against his again.

maybe it's because he is so inebriated that everything feels intense, but he swears when she kisses him the entire world falls away. sure, with his senses that's always what it is like when he is pressed up against someone like this. but...there is just a bit more with her. everything feels...more. it's an electric, ecstatic sort of thing which pulses through him. it starts from everywhere they are connected. their mouths, the pads of his fingertips, the spot in the middle of his chest where she is pulled close. it radiates, warm and deep all through his body, demanding to have her even closer still somehow. he slides his fingers so he holds both of her jaws in his grasp. their lips part for a moment. there is a second where he looks at her again, stares down at her mouth. then he goes back in again. emil slides his arm around her waist to keep her in place as he kisses more firmly.

he doesn't let up until his lungs scream at him for more air. he nips lightly at her bottom lip before he pulls back again. there's a smile curling across his features again. emil doesn't go far, but he gives her a little space. his thumb brushes along her jaw over to her chin. ❝ was hoping you'd let me do that, ❞ he admits. they are close enough to hear one another despite the music. but a part of him almost wants to drag her away from the noise.