#sugaried

[forsunlights]

@sugaried​

listening to the crowded speaking, carla tried her best to keep up with one conversation without trying to be distracted by another. her family were very big on welcome home parties, no matter the age. however, carla knew this was all just for show anyway. it wasn’t like they were actually excited about having carla visit for a few weeks, but it was so that they had an excuse to have this dinner and avoid much interaction with her at all. she was used to it, and it was a bit depressing but, not really to her. as she reached for her glass, sipping a bit of her drink before her mother interrupting to announce a very special arrival. carla raised her brows as she set her glass back down and with everyone’s attention turning to the two walking in — she could only sit in shock. had she known that he had been invited, carla would have definitely made an excuse not to see her childhood best friend she had been in love with for.. well, forever.

[summcrshcndy]

@sugaried​ based off of THIS

it had been MONTHS of gracie and kaden spending an endless amount of time together without labels, without feelings. it was confusing -- but it was also effortless. so, as she sits on her couch pretzel legged ( a little too high ) and looks over at kaden she can’t help it. “i love you.” but as soon as it spews out of her mouth, she shakes her head. she didn’t. she COULDN’T. she doesn’t do feelings. never has and never will. “f u c k. i didn’t mean it like that.”

[lilacwiinearchive]

a closed starter for @sugaried​ featuring mason.

photos spanning across years and years all with the same face in them were strewn across his desk, while he sat behind it with his arms crossed over his chest trying to keep his cool. it was unsettling for mason, to say the least. he’d been doing this secret research project for weeks now and it was finally time to confront the subject of it. “well?” he prompted, “what do you have to say for yourself? spare me the it’s a coincidence bullshit.” was he really in any position to be speaking so confidently? likely no, he thought.

[sunsct]

🎃  ›  closed  starter  for  @sugaried​  featuring  :  nicolas  !

"  what  the  fuck  is  this  supposed  to  be?  "  gaze  flitters  over  their  form,  taking  in  the  sight  of  them  in  what  appears  to  be  a  halloween  costume.  "  go  change,  "  he  demands  in  a  rather  authoritative  tone.  "  what  part  of  mission  don't  you  understand?  "

[cheapswines]

–––––––   ♡  closed starter for  @sugaried​  .

    she’s  not  got  a  good  track  record  with  relationships  ;  she  always  seems  to  land the  bad  ones  .   her  fingers  run  through  her  curls  as  she  swallows  ,  sitting  down  on  the  sofa  as  she  wiggles  her  toes  .  “  i  wonder  why  i  always  end  up  with  the  rubbish  ones  .  is  there  a  target  on  my  back  that  says  treat  me  like  crap  ?  ”  she  grumbles  ,  sighing  as  she  takes  a  deep  breath  .  kezrah  knows  she’s  complaining  bbut  she  watches  her  brother  with  his  husband  ,  and  it  makes  her  sad  .  “  anyway  ,  ignore  me  ..  ”  she  grumbles  ,  wrapping  her  arms  around  her  middle  as  she  huffs  quietly  .

[moonscenes]

closed starter for @sugaried​.

“i can’t... i can’t handle another one.” usually steady hands were now shaky, tears welling up in feng’s eyes as she felt her heart beating rapidly. out-running a psycho killer was obviously not her idea of fun, especially when the only time she ran was in video games. her back pressed up against the wall of the building they were near, gripping the person’s arm that she was with. “if we run, where can we go? i’m not from around here. i don’t know what to do.”

[summcrshcndy]

@sugaried​ based off of THIS

it wasn’t like elvis to call and call and call... but he N E E D E D to do something. the split with helena had been unexpected ( at least on his end ) and he didn’t think he could function without her. it was an awfully dramatic way of thinking, but el had always done what his heart told him too and this was absolutely no exception. knocking on her front door, the brunet keeps his fingers crossed that she answers -- even though it’s 2:30 in the morning and he’s drunker than he normally likes to get. however, as soon as the door opens he’s regretful. “helena...” he begins, gripping the doorframe to stay balanced. “you weren’t -- you weren’t answering my calls...”