guilty as sin?

what if he's written mine on my UPPER THIGH only in my mind? penned by sunshine. writing adeline whitlock, izabela sokolova-sanders, sanem demir, and yekaterina "kate" smythe.

[maureen2musings]

Chasing across the South Plains and Midwest

adamkylejackson

[guiltyasxsins]

crow: what do you collect? (dilara)

"Heels."

[guiltyasxsins]

bat: can you read backwards or upside down? (adeline)

"I can actually read backwards pretty well."

[ruiinedheiirs]

❝ a break ? ❞ kemal let out a quiet hum , his hand lingering at her waist a second longer than necessary before easing away , his gaze studying her carefully. ❝ from them . . . or from me ? ❞

there was no accusation in his tone — only a calm curiosity , measured &. deliberate , like everything else about him. he glanced back toward the glowing ballroom before returning his attention to her. ❝ you handle rooms like that better than anyone i know , dilara. if you stepped away , it’s because something felt off. ❞

a faint smile touched his lips , softer now. ❝ you don’t have to pretend with me. not out here. ❞

he shifted slightly closer , lowering his voice just enough to feel private despite the distant noise behind them. ❝ if this — ❞ his eyes flickered briefly to the massive ring on her finger ❝ — is going to work the way they expect it to , then we should at least be honest with each other. ❞

a pause , then more quietly , almost reassuringly — ❝ so tell me what you needed that break from , dilara. ❞

[guiltyasxsins]

"From them. Mostly," Dilara replied demurely, but her teeth worried over her full bottom lip. Had her mother witnessed it, she would have been chided for ruining her lipstick. Defne would have straightened her daughter's posture, picked imaginary lint off of her silk dress, and tutted about the humidity.

"It all feels a bit too real, you know? Suffocating," she admitted finally. She was good for an image. A pretty face to enhance a brand, witty enough to work a room, to whisper in a man's ear to remind him the name of someone they had just met.

"But you're right. I need to be honest. At least with you," she agreed.

"I needed a break from hearing about the great debate of wedding colors. Whether jewel tones should be the palette of choice, or whether the wedding thrown by my family should be back in Türkiye," she continued. Her thumb brushed over the engagement ring, as if to remind herself that she was really doing this.

[ruiinedheiirs]

❝ crazy ? ❞ santiago huffed out a quiet laugh , leaning against the doorframe as he looked at her , eyes soft but certain. ❝ zeynep , if anything , you’d be crazy not to see what you’ve built . ❞

he reached out , tapping the folder lightly with two fingers before taking it from her. ❝ you didn’t just open a shop — you made it work. that’s not luck , &. it’s definitely not something someone ‘not good enough’ pulls off. ❞

his gaze lifted back to hers , a little more serious now , grounding. ❝ those voices in your head ? they’re outdated. they don’t know who you are anymore. ❞

a small smirk tugged at his lips as he stepped aside , motioning her in. ❝ now come on , let me see these numbers so i can prove you wrong properly. ❞

[guiltyasxsins]

Zeynep chewed on her bottom lip, her fingers clutching the folder for dear life. The reason as to why it mattered so much eluded her. After all, why be so nervous about this? Santiago wouldn't pull the plug on her dream if he hated how it looked.

Ever so reluctantly, she placed the folder in his outstretched hands.

In all honesty, the numbers looked slightly above average from a new tattoo shop. Zeynep's creativity had paid off in the long run. After going viral in kicking someone out who had made a customer feel unsafe despite being so much smaller than the other person, more people knocked on the door.

"Social media's really paid off, I guess," she admitted.

[turtlebay-inspo]

It is HONESTY WEDNESDAY!

If you are participating, please reblog this!

Remember participation is completely optional! Tag with #turtlebay.honesty.

Disclaimer: Remember that this is all meant in fun. What happens in character stays in character! These do not count towards activity, please keep that in mind.

 woodland asks 🌿

mushroom: who is the last person you spoke on the phone with? oak tree: did you have a tree house as a kid? creek: how do you usually spend your sundays? stinging nettle: do you have any scars? crow: what do you collect? pond: have you eaten today? abandoned barn: have you ever explored an abandoned building? bat: can you read backwards or upside down? birds nest: how long have you been living in your current residence? fox hole: where do you go when you need to be alone or feel safe? moss: who is your favorite superhero? bramble patch: how many hours of sleep is ideal? clover: do you believe in luck/carry any good luck charms? bumblebee: what was your best subject in school? birch bark: what nicknames have you given your pets? thorns: what is your creative outlet? morning dew: describe the best day of your life. robin eggs: do you like your birthstone? fawn: how old will you be on your next birthday? tadpole: have you ever swam in a pond/lake/river? poison ivy: three things you’re afraid of? cobwebs: are there textures that bother you?

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[drexmwomxn]

[ctarchangel542]

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[rip0penscars]

// @guiltyasxsins

The Who: Artemis Hennessy & ANYONE.

The Location: Arcade Paradise.

Artemis was just coming back from lunch when she heard someone behind her, turning to look at them with a small smile as she opened the door and stepped aside. "Do you want to come in?" She asked, raising a brow. The sun was bright and it felt much nicer inside the arcade than it did outside of it. "Come on inside, have some pizza, play some games, I don't bite, I promise." She couldn't tell if they were afraid to come inside, or if they just hadn't been one much for arcade games.

[guiltyasxsins]

Everything was ever-changing in Turtle Bay. More businesses seemed to move into the residential area. At the vey least, everything expanded in lieu of tearing down neighborhoods. It rapidly became one of the fastest-growing towns in the county, yet it still retained its small-town charm.

Eva looked up at the familiar neon sign of the Arcade Paradise, her head tilting to the side. Someone poking their head out catches her attention and she turned around.

"Does the pizza still taste like the stuff from the high school cafeteria?" she asked jokingly.

[rip0penscars]

// @guiltyasxsins

The Who: Soren Foxglove & Open.

The Where: The Fairylite Cafe in the Woodlands.

"Hello welcome in, and welcome home." Soren said as a genuine smile spread across her lips as she moved her head to look up at the door. "Settle in, and let me know when you need something. I'm Soren." The redhead waved as the person walked in. The Fairylite Cafe was a beautiful magical and fairytale themed restaurant; beautiful in every way. Soren was the bartender, and she was always sweet to the guests.

[guiltyasxsins]

Rikki had lived in Turtle Bay all her life, yet somehow, new businesses seemed to pop open that she hadn't frequented. Fairylite had been a name she'd seen every now and again and she finally bit the bullet and came.

Today was a day that required sugar as a comfort, at least.

"Hey, do you guys have, like, baked goods, maybe?" she asked, taking in the cafe's atmosphere.

[ofwildxhearts]

@guiltyasxsins

Where: The Lagoon Lounge

Whom: Javier & Adeline

Once he got seated, Javier glanced around a little bit. It was a nice little spot. He could admit that much. He hadn't been here yet so he decided to give it a shot. Which he was glad that he did especially after she came over. "So what is good here, ma?" Javier questioned, looking over at the woman for a moment. "I mean what would you recommend?"

[guiltyasxsins]

It had been a long night. People jokingly requesting Billy Joel's Piano Man most of the time until security finally escorted them out, people telling her to play quieter or livelier music despite sitting directly at the front and being surprised when the pianist did her job.

"I'd recommend the calamari or the fried gator bites," she responded, taking a sip of her drink. Ordinarily, it was a slow night, but today, someone else stepped in so she could take a break. "You honestly can't go wrong with any of them, but you won't find bar snacks here."

[sweetcatastrophes]

who: simon & kate smythe-ryskamp ( @guiltyasxsins ) where: their home in uptown when: sunday evening

Simon wasn't sure what it was about their life in Turtle Bay, exactly. He'd lived here for years, basically full-time, and he and Kate alternated between the private spaces they had set up for writing before coming back to the home they shared. It never stopped feeling like each day was its own new thing, never felt boring. He was still thrilled to be sharing a name, a house, a room, a bed with her.

Even as he didn't bother with shoes, spent at least a third of the day utterly domesticated and doing housework with an audiobook in his ear, and made her the most basic pasta he could find a recipe for, it didn't feel settled. There was still an air of restless energy around him, not quite to the level of Golden Retriever in a phone booth, but still probably a little manic.

Of course, that could've been because he was wearing a bare minimum of clothing getting almost as much coverage from the tattoo in his ribs of he and Kate's overlapping fingerprints as from anything else.

Or maybe it was the text he'd gotten from his brother while he was cooking.

"Do you want a plate or do you want to eat this off me?" He asked, smirking at her though it was already on a plate. "I could honestly go either way."

[guiltyasxsins]

Perhaps someday, Kate would know the definition of a day off. With a City Hall scandal looming, it was all hands on deck -- even if it wasn't really her job anymore.

(That never seemed to matter to her father, anyways.)

Her professional hat was three: author, journalist, and political fire-putter-outer.

And fuck, wasn't that a reminder that she had to send in her outline to her publisher for the new duet? If she gave a basic plot she came up with while running on fumes, little sleep, and two Alani Nus, she had to see it through.

(It was fine, she hadn't had any other caffeine that day.)

Kate tossed her keys onto the side table when she walked in with the intention of hanging them up later and kicked off her heels. The smell of food wafted through the air, a stark reminder that she also hadn't eaten solid food since seven o'clock this morning.

"If this was twelve hours earlier, I probably would have taken you up on that," she commented when Simon came into view. And just like that, her entire nervous system relaxed. Her arms slid around his neck and she reached up to give him a soft peck. "Hi, Zaychik. Dinner smells good."

[guiltyasxsins]

Eva's tag dump!

[ofwildxhearts]

"Always." He whispered softly before leaning his forehead against hers. Pulling away ever so slightly. He had been lost without her. There was no question about that. But one thing that Christopher couldn't do was breakdown. Granted he didn't sleep in their bed or go into her art room. Hell he didn't even take off his wedding band. That was just something that he would never do.

When the nurse came, Christopher pulled away a little bit more this way the nurse could do her job. But he remained close. He knew his wife was a pride woman, and he loved that about her, it was just one of the many things that he loved about her. He would always love her. There was no question about that.

Hearing her and noticing the monitor, Christopher glanced back towards his wife. "He is perfectly fine. He had to stay in the NICU for a few weeks but he is perfectly fine." With his free hand, he took out his phone and opened the photo the gallery showing her a few phones before switching over to the security cameras to show her. He was there with his mother. "See the is fine and so is our girl." They both were there with his mother.

[guiltyasxsins]

Hot tears well in Iza's eyes as she watches their faces. Nevena, playing with her little brother. William, learning how to engage.

She'd missed so much.

How could five months have passed when it felt like only yesterday that she had talked to her stomach and felt him move inside her?

"I can't believe how big they are," she marvels, her chapped lips parted in wonder at their beaming faces.

"I'm sorry you had to go so long," she murmurs to Chris, her attention shifting back to her husband.

[andrea--hamilton]

Who: Andrea x Iza ( @guiltyasxsins )

Location: General Hospital

Andrea barely remembered how she got there, only the sound of her own heartbeat in her ears and the blur of hospital lights as she pushed through the door, eyes already red rimmed and glassy from her messages and calls with Chris. “Iza…?” her voice broke the second she saw her, afraid if she said it too loud it wouldn’t be real.

She stepped closer, hand coming up to cover her mouth for a second before letting out a small cry through tears. “Oh my God… it’s really you. Hi Beautiful…” She sat on the edge of her bed so gently. “Chris was right.. they made a mistake..”That poor girls family, but Andrea was thankful in a way. She’d gained her best friend back. Living without her had felt like a piece missing.

She dug into her purse and pulled out a purple Gatorade and held it up with a watery smile. “I brought this… I didn’t even think, I just… grabbed it. Felt right. Thought it would make you feel better, or at least earn a smile.” She laughed, shoulders shaking.

[guiltyasxsins]

The days following had passed in a blur. Her family had spent months believing she was dead and life had gone on without her. How could some people come to terms with her being back?

People had mourned, but now it seemed as if the wounds had been freshly re-opened. Her parents had immediately jumped on the soonest flight to America. All of it had been overwhelming.

Iza's eyes fluttered slightly at the sight of another figure in the doorway.

Andi. A face most welcome that made her sag with relief on the hospital bed.

"Hi," she murmured. The memory of what her doppelgänger's family currently experienced sparked a pang in her stomach and she nodded. "You think you were surprised."

The sight of the purple Powerade bottle made her chuckle despite everything. Purple Propane. She remembered; one of the only things she had been able to keep down while pregnant with Nevena.

"Thank you, Andi," she whispered, a soft smile pulling at her lips. The massive overwhelm threatened to continue with every sympathetic person who passed through. She had heard the nurses whisper about the massive lawsuit from the other woman's family. Honestly, who could blame them? Her own parents had discussed consulting with a lawyer about all of it. The grief, pain, and suffering.

"How are you?" she asked, her head tilting to the side.