#soultiies

[sunliights]

a continuation from here for @soultiies

“i don’t know, i’m sure you’ll find someone. i probably even know a few people.”

[opulcnts]

“ i said some things that i should never say . ” @soultiies

[opulcnts]

“ ten years is like two and a half olympics . ” @soultiies

[dirtyauthority]

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“god, please… you’re really never gonna let me live this one down, huh?” sage could already feel warmth blooming across her cheeks, that embarrassed little smile tugging helplessly at the corners of her lip. she sank onto jamie’s couch, folding easily into the familiar comfort of his space like muscle memory. “worst date ever…” she groaned dramatically, though by now there was already a small giggle bubbling up from her chest. “i literally just got up and left. never done that before, but i swear i couldn’t sit through another minute of it.” her eyes lingered on jamie for a second too long then, thoughtful in that absent way people looked at answers sitting directly in front of them without fully realizing it yet. “i don’t know,” shoulders lifting loosely. “i just came straight here.” that probably said more than she intended it to. “ -- knew i’d have more fun with you anyway.” sage grabbed one of the pillows beside her and tossed it lightly in his direction, it barely even landed properly. still, her laughter spilled out warmer this time, brighter now that she safely escaped. “seriously though,” pointing accusingly at him like this was somehow his fault now, “why the hell didn’t you stop me from going out with that idiot?” her grin widened immediately after. “what kind of friend are you?”

[dirtyauthority]

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“shit, ivy…” ravi’s voice came out rough with sleep, still heavy with exhaustion. both hands dragged through the long mess of dark hair away from his face but only made him look worse, strands sticking out in every direction like he’d been electrocuted awake. his eyes were still puffy, temples throbbing with the dull punishment of too much alcohol. and ivy? well, she hadn’t wasted a second tearing into him the moment she woke up. bright and early too. he sat tangled in an expression pinched somewhere between regret and a hangover that felt biblical. the worst part was she wasn’t wrong. he couldn’t keep crashing recklessly back into her life like this, showing up drunk at impossible hours, talking her into sharing a bed with him like history alone was enough. but damn, did she really have to wake him up this early to tell him? “i’m sorry,” he muttered finally, rubbing a hand slowly down his face. “i -- i fucked up. i don’t know.” he was still trying to piece the night together frame by frame, but the memories came back fragmented like film damaged by heat. “i get drunk,” he admitted softer now, eyes finally lifting toward hers, “and then i start thinking about you.” a quieter laugh slipped from him after that. tired. self-aware. “and somehow i always end up back here... old habits die hard,” ravi murmured. “what else can i say?”

[loveshard]

continued from caleb's open starter (@soultiies)

caleb propped himself up on an elbow and scanned the disaster zone. throw pillows scattered everywhere, one sneaker by the kitchen entrance, his pants draped over a potted plant. if there was a shirt-shaped object in the room, it had gone into hiding. "uhh, good question. did you…?" he looked lila up and down, confirming there was definitely no shirt attached to her. "i think it's in the kitchen," he guessed, not entirely convinced, but he was out of other ideas. "it might be on the fridge. i got really excited about ice cream at one point, i remember."

[unspcken]

continued from [HERE] w/ @soultiies

SHE KNOWS BETTER THAN TO BE DISAPPOINTED BY THE ANSWER but it still pricks when mila reinforces her answer. still, she’s optimistic - or foolish enough - to try once more. “you don’t have to decide right now.” a new angle, her voice airy and unserious. it was clear she wouldn’t be convinced with words and auna needed to pivot her strategy. “let’s just-“ her words are broken by her sigh, eyes closing momentarily as the woman’s lips tease along her neck. “mm- let’s keep doing this.” she finishes with a giggle, neck tilting back, offering up more bare skin for up to mila’s exploration.

[egotistival]

starter for @soultiies <3

olivia stood in front of the long mirror in her bedroom, bare feet sinking into the carpet, keen gaze settled on the hands at her hips. they belonged to an attractive woman named mila friedman; a talented fashion designer that olivia had noticed earlier on in her career. head tilted just so, those deep jade green eyes stared long and hard at the pale hands on her body, working here or there to tailor the dress she wore to her body flawlessly. she was pleased that her manager and her team had left sometime ago, that they were alone. she felt, often, like she couldn't breathe with so many eyes on her. an odd sensation to have as an actress, but one that never ceased to rear its ugly head when she felt crowded. and she had felt crowded earlier with everyone picking and prodding at her, had felt like her desire was on display for everyone to see. because, oh, how she wanted.

since mila had walked in and met green eyes, olivia had taken her in and knew. and ever since, that tension had stretched taught between them. the edges of professionality be damned, it sizzled and crackled in a way that felt almost physical. as if she could feel that fine line of attraction settle between them like a line drawn. licking full lips, she took a deep breath then, hoping for some semblance of control as her eyes flickered over the reflection of her body, of mila working behind her, of the dress that olivia truly loved. "you're very talented," she heard herself say, the slightest edge of breathlessness to her voice. "this dress is beautiful."