summer blake

he said, "darling, what's it coming to? And have you got a lighter on you? been trying to put these down for ages now but i can't seem to come through" he said, "i really don't mind if we take our time cause i've got a couple bottles of your favorite wine cause i've got you, yeah, i've got you now i've got you" and you think my bruised knees are sort of pretty and i think your tired eyes are kind of nice and when I first met you, there was a garden growing from a black hole in my mind

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summer blake , a mood (01/??)

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jacksongtfo:

there had never been a guilt attached to their affections before; never a niggling sensation that maybe what they were doing was wrong. but there was now, clear as day. in the back of his mind. speaking of the awkward aftermath. of how they would deal with all of the loose ends this was likely to fail to tie up. but of course, that notion is sent into further dark corridors, because right now all he wants is summer. everything else be damned. his hands settle on her sides as he takes in her form again. retracing a familiar landscape with his eyes, refreshing his memory. the tip of his nose meeting hers as he leans in only slightly, as though he was chasing her lips without actually wanting them. participating in their elegant game of cat and mouse. ( were they just lazy ? was this just easy ? ) cut off when she leans down to kiss his jaw instead, almost automatically turning his head to give her more space to work with. a better canvas. her admittance strokes the part of his ego that still desires her approval, her affection. fingers falling to the bottom of his shirt and pulling it up and over his head. throwing it behind the couch as he moves his fingers to her jaw to turn her head back to his lips. 

summer can literally feel the reckless abandon being flung into the two as she hitches up her skirt and allows her hands to travel to the hem of the boy’s pants. she doesn’t bother looking to see if what she’s doing is okay. she can feel the hidden hesitation residing deep within both of them, but she also knows that without a doubt, this is what she wants to be doing. in a million universes, in all of the timelines and past and future lives, this is what would want to be doing. she moves one hand to his thigh, pressing lightly and digging her manicured fingers into the fabric of his pants. summer allows jackson to pull her back in, bites carefully on his lower lip and lets out a carefree laugh. her free hand tangles into his dark locks and she slips her tongue into the kiss, fighting an urge to whisper his name. he feels like home to her in a way she can’t verbally make sense of. she forgets to be afraid of what will happen after this is over, when they’re laying tired and together. “ i can’t believe we’re doing this. ” she finally chokes out as her hand snakes just slightly under the waistband of his underwear. a question. her face is flushed and her pupils already blown. she places a hand on the hem of her own underwear and in a maneuver that is both practiced and familiar, tugs them off. 

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i’m going to be at my brother’s birthday dinner when the event starts but hopefully i don’t miss it all, love u pretty people 

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jacksongtfo:

as she moves herself onto his lap, it all feels so familiar. the bruising kisses, her steady weight on his lap, his hands travelling up her back. his hands catching on the hem of her shirt and dragging it up briefly before his hands continue their ascent. his head tipped up, ensuring that he could chase her lips if he needed to. this was their communication - this was how they talked. and the notion strikes that this is what they should’ve been doing all along. they always understood each other the best this way. they always showed how they wanted each other the most this way. when she pulls away, his state is similar: breathing deep and heavy. blown pupils staring into hers, lips slightly parted. he thought he owed her the time to mind her words, meeting her lips with ease when he’s grateful she chooses to stick to this. words were always misinterpreted, and they were time spent wasted when they weren’t kissing, in jacks’ opinion. eventually pulling at the hem of the shirt he’d previously pushed up, a cue that he wanted it to come off. while he didn’t know how far this slip was going to go, he did know that he wanted her. once more, twice more, three, four times - he just wants to express how much he didn’t know he missed this. “i loved you too,” mumbled over her lips. he also never showed it enough. 

having him, now, felt so much like loss that is stung. summer’s eyes dragged along his face as she tossed her jacket, and then her shirt, to the side, somewhere behind the couch and hard to reach. she felt at once exposed and comfortable. they’d been like this so many times before. even before they dated, this was how it had all started out. one drunken confession of attraction. summer wondered again why it was so easy to get what they wanted physically from each other, to be so vulnerable in this way, but to never feel emotionally full. she placed her own hands under the bottom of the boy’s shirt and slid them up, over his stomach, resting on his chest. she held on tightly, possibly too tightly, possibly betraying how desperate she was to keep him there in the moment with her. she still didn’t meet his lips, but held her face close enough to taste the way her breath mixed with his. her thoughts were swimming, and her instincts where driving for her to move further, to give in. she felt a tightness in her stomach and a heat everywhere. his confession back to her snapped her out of the state of pure confusion she had found herself stuck in. she kissed along his jaw as she held back the tears she could feel pricking the corners of her eyes. she breathed in his familiar scent, tried to ignore all of the things it made her feel. “ i want this, jack, ” she finally admitted, drawing back to his lips. she tugged on his own shirt and moved to his ear. “ i want you. ” 

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heathcrk:

Wine colored lips curled into a smile as her shoulders lifted into a shrug. Sure, she missed California— to an extent. Home was home and it will always have a place in heart, but it wasn’t what she longed for. Where she wanted to be. It definitely wasn’t stepping into a penthouse in New York or delightfully lounging in the clean quartz sand of some beautiful tropical island. “I miss the consistent nice weather..” The blonde commented, the edges of lips now tugging into a bit of a smirk as she gave Summer a playful look. After passing by her and past the threshold of her home, Heather’s first stop was the kitchen area. The layout, somewhat familiar to her by now, was easy to navigate but she still had her manners. “Awh, well you don’t have to miss me too much anymore. I guess I’ll stick around to drive you crazy for a while, but don’t blame me when things start going to shit.” She teased, setting her Gucci bag on the counter. “Well what’ve you got that’s fun?” 

summer offered the girl a smile and a returning laugh at heather’s knowing look. she enjoyed the way people felt comfortable in her home. her childhood house had never felt like a place where someone could live. it was all hard edges and cold design. summer’s apartment, however, was eclectic and open, warm and spacious while still feeling cozy enough to snuggle into. “ i would of course give myself a fair share of half the blame, ” summer teased, walking into her kitchen and opening up the wine cabinet. “ i’ve got a lot of things that are fun. ”

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domprxscott:

feeling the need to sigh when she did, dominic’s floating mind seemed to find amusement in the way their sighs combined together. a chuckle bubbled from within him, but it was soft - childish like that didn’t match the seriousness of the subject they were going into. perhaps if it was different, they wouldn’t so comfortable around one another and wouldn’t be able to share the deep secrets that were slipping through their lips in slow motion actions. “rehab can be helpful but it can also make everything worse. i hear everyone that goes into it either doesn’t change at all or absolutely hates it.” he offered, he couldn’t say for sure but he thought that rehab wan’t as helpful as people made it to be. a shameless smile tugged at his lips when she admitted to like having him around, sparkly eyes watching over her like she was a goddess and if by any chance his eyes were to move away, she wouldn’t be there anymore. “you’re so nice and so beautiful. efortlessly beautiful. summer actually fits you as a name - you’re like summer. fresh and warm. peaceful and paradise like view everywhere you go.” the words flowed off his mouth like an unwritten poetry that if he wasn’t so high he probably couldn’t manage, but he meant them. “if you want it then that’s already a step ahead. what makes you want to go out and do that?” 

she raised an eyebrow at the boy when their sighs synced and tried to pretend it didn’t feel like more than it was. she herself had to fight a giggle, her high as strong as it had been before the start of the should-be-sobering conversation. “ maybe it’d be fun if you were there. you could go undercover with me. ” summer placed her hand on top of dominic’s arm and gently traced a pattern onto his skin with her thumb. her mind was lost in the action until his open compliment drew her from her hypnosis. her hand froze in place on his forearm and her mouth shot open into a small o. “ that’s really genuinely sweet, dom, ” she whispered, furrowing her brows at the boy. “ it doesn’t even sound like a line to get into my pants, it’s so ... nice. ” summer stared at him in confusion as she tried to sort through the mess of newly arising feelings soaring through her. she couldn’t distinguish which were fueled by the weed and which were her body’s reactions to the boy.  “ you ever want to be more than you are? ” she mused, trying to find the appropriate response to her question. “ i’m a fucking instagram model. there’s gotta be more than this. ” 

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jacksongtfo:

it would’ve been easier if he let her in of course. he still wouldn’t have gained the ability to intuitively understand her, but this kind of transparency - honestly - could’ve been a regular byproduct of their relationship. with pr relationships and manipulative press, surely they deserved that kind of honesty with each other at least. the rest of her words seem to go through him - his focus diverted elsewhere. overthinking her touch, analysing it. almost too caught up to simply enjoy it. it seems the first time he’s truly looked at her in a long time. this was a dangerous road they were trailing down once more. and even though he knows this will end badly - with them it always did - he makes the selfish choice. shutting his eyes and letting their lips meet. only a few seconds pass before he responds, pressing his lips back against hers in earnest. feelings surging back to the surface that had since been kept buried. it’s so easy to fall into old habits with her as his heart beats louder and faster. he’s missed this - missed her - more than he cares to admit.

she didn’t know what had kept her from jumping his bones the minute she walked through the door, because once their lips met she could hardly think of anything else she would rather be doing. shifting on the couch, she found the familiar spot in his lap and sank into him. she moved her hands to grasp gently at the back of his head, running through his hair and across his jaw, re familiarizing herself with the landscape. his willingness to give back lifted the last remaining weight off her overburdened shoulders and she sighed into his mouth. pulling away but leaving her hands cupping either side of his face, she stared at him in silence. her breathing was heavy and her heart pounded she loud she could hardly hear herself think. as she searched for the right words to say to him, the words that would make everything alright, she gave up and pressed her lips back to his. everything she had to say was said this way: physically. it had always been their best language, the one they both understood and couldn’t confuse. “ you know i loved you, ” she finally managed to get out, but glossed over with another kiss, fervent and unmoved. she would always love him, but that was something she couldn’t even admit to herself. 

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i. although they ran around in the same circles and bumped into each other at events, matty never really knew who summer was until he thirst followed her on instagram one day. not because he had any intentions of trying to hook up or anything like that, but hey, she was pretty and he kinda knew her, so why not ?

ii. when they eventually started to get to know each other more, matty really enjoyed just casually hanging out with summer. they never did anything too wild even they both had an inclination for parties and booze. more times than not, they find themselves hanging out together at some random part of the city ( a rooftop, maybe a garden ), just talking while matty attempts to write and summer relaxes. it’s a sorta unexpected arrangement, but one that works.

iii. matty does think summer should give herself more credit than she does, although it’s not something he openly voices because he is absolutely that much of a shithead. he admires the way she has been able to market herself and keep up with a career she has had since childhood. it was easy enough for him to run away from restrictions like that, but she’s seemingly taking them head-on.

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heathcrk:

“I love Long Island..” —A pause because did she really?? Probably not.  “I really do, but nothing can ever beat a vacation in Bora Bora.” Heather exaggerated with a sigh, taking in the familiar surroundings of the place she called home. If only it was just a little warmer. “I don’t enjoy leaving beautiful places, but all good things must come to an end…Anyways, miss me?” 

summer rolled her eyes at her cousin ( now was it first or second or third? she couldn’t even remember, and was not in the business of asking her mom anything. they had hardly cared as kids, anyway. didn’t matter now. ) as she stood leaning against her doorframe. her following smile was genuine, however. “ you know it’s okay to admit you miss california, ” she teased. summer herself always missed her home. she hadn’t been in new york long, and neither had her cousin for that matter, and they had both been raised in the suburbs of los angeles. “ i couldn’t imagine putting that place over nyc, but to each their own. ” summer looked down at her nails as she stepped aside to let heather inside her penthouse. “ i missed your constant presence a little too much. want me to get you anything? ” 

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astrds:

brown eyes winked at the blonde and she laughed along with her. ‘ you deserve to be cocky, you’re one fine piece of ass. ‘  astrid wrapped her arms around the girl, her head resting in the crook of her neck as she grinned from ear to ear. honestly, summer was the best friend she could ask for. the two got along like two perfect peas in a perfect pod and nobody could ever break that. ‘ already? god, you’re ten steps ahead of me. it took me twenty minutes to even motivate myself to put on a real pair of pants. 

summer sighed against her friend and kissed the top of her head. “ this is why i could never get married and leave you for some boy. no one deserves me like you. ” she tried not to let her mind wander to baby and the confusing mess that was surfacing about all of them. astrid was one of the few people on earth to know about the pr stunt going on, and she trusted her enough to not worry about it, but it still made her pause. what astrid didn’t know was that summer had paid her ex a visit and things had gone way off the rails. it killed summer to keep something from her best friend, but she couldn’t risk it getting out, not even on accident. “ long day, i need this. ”