#sugarkick

[atvrvxia]

&. @sugarkick​

          “IN MY defense, i was left unsupervised and gus happens to be ninety percent of my impulse control so... this is definitely on him and not on me.”

[exposurc]

a closed starter for @sugarkick​ based on this (third f/f???)

     being on the road was exhausting, not to mention the many mishaps that had taken place along the way, including but not limited to: someone’s lunch not sitting right with them, a flat tire, untimely bathroom stops, you name it. now, though they were 3 hours late from their intended arrival time, they’d finally made it to the hotel. the only problem was that their group night-cap had also ended nearly an hour ago and the friends in the other vehicle had been asleep for quite some time. with the rest of their car moving into their respected rooms, it only made sense to retire to their own room for the night. which wasn’t an issue... she could handle being alone with them... in the same room... right?

     winnie sighed, fumbling with the keycard before she finally got the green light, and haphazardly forced the door open into the room as she wheeled her suitcase in ahead of herself. her right arm trailed behind, holding the door for her room mate to join her. she flipped on the lights and paced in past the narrow entry way, pausing as she laid eyes on the interior of their room. “there’s... only one bed...”

[lvciddreamt]

@sugarkick​

maisie hadn’t seen gideon in years, hadn’t been home in years—not that it really was home anymore—but she needed to get him to sign the divorce papers. she was engaged now, after all, a giant rock on her finger to prove it, and she couldn’t have their marriage hanging over her like a big dark cloud, not when she had a new life and a new relationship on the horizon. so she found herself in small-town hell again, trudging through the poor excuse for a path up to their old house in her expensive boots, wrinkling her nose at the all-too-familiar stench of fertilizer and compost. how had she ever lived here? she rang the doorbell, then, remembering that it had been broken when she left, banged on the door with the heel of her hand. it would be just like gideon to never get the bell fixed. “gideon!” she yelled, after a few moments’ silence. “open up! i know you’re in there!” his car was parked in the driveway, looking like it hadn’t been updated since the last time she’d been home. impatient, she pounded on the door again. “come on!”

[crovnprince]

sugarkick​:

to say he was a natural would’ve been a lie, but genuine effort was being placed into every movement, no matter how tiny or wobbly – desperate to actually learn a new talent, to not give in at the first hurdle. sadie is the best incentive for him to carry on, push through – making her happy and spending more and more time in her presence had become important goals to him, goals that he was far too stubborn to admit defeat to. “maybe not. but that’s just proof that i really could be the worst you’ve ever had.” he continues, though none of this words are to be taken as anything but playfully – even if there’s some hidden authenticity behind them. still, he beams as she calls him bambi; something about it far too endearing, fueling something inside of his stomach though he tries not to focus too much of his attention on that and instead on staying upright as he moves painfully slowly along the ice. the praise is unexpected but helpful; even if nick hadn’t picked up on that fact quite yet – it was sending something to his brain and having quite the euphoric reaction. it’s far too easy to lean forward and he swears it happens without his consent; his knees hurt from how much he’s leaning against them, trying with all of his might to stay up, unable to take his eyes off of her; only doing so when he wants to check the ice beneath him is clear – even if he’s not entirely sure what he thinks might potentially be blocking it. “you think? you don’t think they’d bully me?” he teases, pouting cutely and playfully in her direction, smile soon finding his lips. “hm, maybe. maybe seeing how they do it will help me, too…who knows?” he shrugs a little, instantly regretting it as he loses balance and topples over in the process. instead of reacting the way he was concerned he might; with shame or irritation, he finds himself laughing – despite how cold his ass is now. “okay, you’ve got it. i think i need all the help and lessons i can get. how – how do you get up by yourself when this happens?” he questions, laughter still seeping into each word. 

“my kids are nice,” sadie replies rather endearingly when talking about the children she teaches. her eyes beaming slightly brighter than it was. they really were like her children and they fuelled her desires to be a mom someday. a better mom than who her mother was that is. she wanted little sadies and little replicas of her future husband –– whoever he was –– running around her, disturbing her when she makes breakfast or crawling into her bed whenever they had a nightmare. somehow nick’s face was what she had subbed in for her husband, reasons unknown to her even as her feelings tried to make themselves known. “they won’t make fun of you... unless you fall then maybe they would laugh a little,” she chuckles, shaking her head at just the image of it as she continues skating beside him rather freely. free enough that she had turned herself around and was moving just a tad bit faster without caring who was behind her. “but they would give you a helping hand up, i promise. i think some of them might be a even better teacher than i am.” her head shaking in disbelief. she really did love kids even if she doesn’t admit it. the idea of being with the love of your life, living in that idyllic that white pickled fence house, carrying a creation of their love –– doesn’t that sound like something everyone wants? it sounded like bliss as an image, and for someone who didn’t know what that felt like, she wanted it. she wanted it bad. maybe she was too stuck in her thought in that moment because before she knew it, she found the male sitting on the eyes. sadie’s head turning in his direction to the sound a thud as she skates herself over almost a little too elegantly to be human as she reached a hand out to the male. nick’s laughter garnering her own laughter as a result. “i would advice you to get on your fours. find that v-shape and stand up with the held of the fences at the side but i’m offering you a hand...” she chuckles rather affectionately. “take my hand and trust me. you’ll stand back up again. i’ve rather strong biceps you know.”

[cheapswines]

–––––––   ♡  closed starter for  @sugarkick​  ╱  based  .

     she  giggles  softly  as  she  crawls  into  the  other’s  lap  ,  make  up  brush  in  hand  .  “  let  me  do  your  make  up  ,  ”  she  pouts  ,  tilting  her  head  to  the  side  .  nevaeh  shifts  a  little  ,  leaning  down  to  press  little  kisses  all  over  her  face  .  “  please  ,  i  wont  do  a  lot  .  ”

[gvngsigns]

“ i can’t keep waiting around for you . at some point you’ll have to make a decision . ”  /  @sugarkick​ 

[vermillus]

@sugarkick​ liked for a starter based off of #7.

          he thought his ears were deceiving him. the words sounded familiar, he was certain they had been written by him -- but they couldn’t be. approaching the group sitting in a sparse circle, he locked eyes with her and took a deep breath before having the courage to speak up. “are you fucking kidding me?” he asked, talking specifically to the female he had been pining after (and whom, apparently, was just leading him on). thierry was hurt and he was not about to mask it. not when she had already made it a point to humiliate him. he walked away, leaving them all inside. they could mock him if they wanted to. he still stopped by the door, though, in case she wanted to be confronted about it. he was aching to tell her a few things. “i never thought you’d do this to me.”

[summcrshcndy]

@sugarkick​ lyrics from green nail polish by told slant

“i woke up this morning and i smelled like you...” clearing her throat, franky plops down two coffees and a bag of bagels, shoulders raising. “you woke up and i could tell that you weren’t happy.” it stung once the blonde realized feelings were no longer mutual between the pair.