#b1uedcollar

[likesouvenirs]

@screwdball squints at the menu.   “say again,  melanie,  how much dollars is the burnt coffee?”

mel stared at him, arms crossed at the chest, debating if she could burn a hole in his head. “shit outta luck, dude,” fingers swiped the menu from cody’s hands. he didn’t need it–ordering the same fuckin’ thing every time.

“dunkin sells burnt coffee, go there and get out of my shop.”

[likesouvenirs]

@b1uedcollar requested: nine questions ago, you said one more question.

staring at harlan across the anchor desk, micah’s eyelashes fluttered to a close before she exhaled. “it’s called being a journalist,” more like nosy…

ignoring the sarcastic kermit flew around in her head, she huffed. “it’s not like i’d be offended!” he’d been dogging her questions all day…and apparently keeping count. “don’t be a coward,” eyes squinted, lips smirking. “It’s really a simple question, no consequences–”

‘thirty seconds out,’ a voice quipped in her ear, interrupting her thought process.

“do you. regret. It?” the kiss.

micah’s nine questions had been scattered throughout the day–originally, they’d been about crawfish boils and the traditions of that, then it steered into traveling, and then eventually this one. 

a threat of not reading the teleprompter sat on her tongue. after all, all she was responsible for at this point was closing out their segment and closing up shop.

[likesouvenirs]

blythe’s lips twitched in amusement ( or anger, she hadn’t decided yet ). nerves thrummed in her body as she stepped down the stairs, leaving the microphone behind. their record label recommended a tour. ‘more cities, more exposure,’ was what they said. pairing her with cody charpentier on the basis of their unexpected singles – it was perfect timing to promote.

or so they thought.

walking through the hallway towards a makeshift dressing room, fingers snatched a water bottle from where it stood on a counter. their timing had been off all day - either starting on the wrong count, or cody not paying attention to anything anyone had to say. blythe’d been over it.

‘ this is a waste of my time! ‘ she’d heard cody’s clamor in the hallway. chewing on her bottom lip, she was debating.

twisting the top of the water bottle, she sipped quickly. the urge to chuck the opened bottle sat within her.

“you wanna quit, go ahead,” blythe left the room she’d escaped to. “i’m sure the label can give me someone else to work with - or hell, we are in nashville, i’m sure i could pick some dude off the sidewalk.”

[prettytragcdies]

🌻 (Alexandra!)

new ask game, send me a 🌻 and ill just tell you whatever the hell i want

"The next time I take a trip out to New York to procure a painting for The Colby Collection, I'm bringing you with me as my personal guest. I don't want to hear any complaining, either. One way or another, I'm going to teach you a thing or two about art, and then we'll be spending our nights out on the town. Don't worry about your wardrobe. We can always buy you a new one once we get there. Oh, and let me guess. You've never ridden on a private plane before, have you? Yeah, I didn't think so."

[devilsdaughtcr]

sometimes i wish i'd never met you. [ @screwdball ]

@screwdball / @b1uedcollar

“You don’t mean that.”

Of course he didn’t. He couldn’t.

Well, unless he was secretly holding a torch for her or something and just too afraid to admit it out loud for whatever reason. That certainly wouldn’t surprise her, especially given how used to having men lining up at her door and finding themselves all too quickly wrapped around her little finger Scarlett was. Cody was surely no different than all the rest. Well, other than the obvious signs anyway. He might not have been her type in any way, shape, or form, yet that didn’t mean he was automatically immune to her charms and impeccably stunning looks, either.

Opposites did attract, after all.

“If you truly wish you’d never met me, then what’re you still doin’ here? Why haven’t you gone out and found someone new to help you forget I ever even existed in the first place?”

Much easier said than done, especially given the level of power and recognition her family held throughout the state, but should he try hard enough, he might be able to find at least one or two who weren’t already well versed in all things Ewing.

[404andco]

what else you got in that head of yours? (twyla/cody)

"funny you should ask---" she starts, eyes growing wide and twinkling with excitement. "i've been thinking about changing up the menu a little bit. like keeping our weekly specials but also adding other specials. instead of just taco tuesday we could add taco surprise, which would just be the chef's choice of taco. everyone's order would be unique."

[cehcelia]

it was jillian who first brought her to the nursery after a rough case involving a little girl who had broken her arm saving her puppy from being hit by a car. she had been all set to stew in her own feelings in the darkness of the on-call room, but jillian had promised a way to bring some light back into her day all but dragging her to the nursery. it had been everything she had needed, the small bundles in pink and blue blankets, some yawning and squirming, some sound asleep .. so cecelia's not surprised to find a young man with messy blonde hair stood outside the window,

" kind of makes everything better, right ? " she starts, coming to stand next to him with a soft smile, dimples lighting up her face, " is one of them yours ? "

.. @b1uedcollar

[cowga1]

what are you doing to me? [ gus ] @b1uedcollar .

she can hardly conceal the soft smile that begins to bloom at the corners of her lips, not when their eyes meet like that—quiet and familiar, like a secret only they understand. these little hangouts had become their ritual, their own quiet rebellion against the chaos of the world. after her shift, they’d steal away to open fields under starlit skies, to quiet drive-in movie lots where the screen flickered but their focus stayed on each other. it didn’t matter where they were, only that they were there—together. and each time, without fail, her heart swelled until it felt just a little too full.

his voice is low, thick with something she doesn’t dare name. “what are you doing to me,” he murmurs, like it’s half a question, half a confession.

she just smiles, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, chestnut orbs lingering on his longer than necessary. “me?” she echoes, eyes dancing with mischief. “well, i was just about to try a sip of your cherry cola… see if it’s got more fizz than mine.” her voice is light, playful—a honeyed tease that hangs in the air between them, SWEET AND SLOW.