#sunnyvaler

[pctrkor]

　　　　 @sunnyvaler​ sent: [ LAP ] sender pulls receiver into their lap for heather let them be soft

　　　　The way Kurt took her by the waist and pulled her onto his lap was so unexpected that Heather almost found herself tripping over him. « Ehi! » A giggle of surprise escaping her lips, one minute she was standing and the following she was found herself against his chest. The warm light of the bonfire made his eyes even more blue in the night, flame playing in the irises she knew so well and making her fell drawn like a moth to a lantern. Sometimes it just took her breath away how stunning he was, face and body a masterpiece she could stare at for days and days on end. The fact that she was slightly inebriated only made her more shameless in the way she was staring at him, not even the slightest intention to move away crossing her mind. She was perfectly, incredibly fine there, exactly where she was and could make sure no-one else came close to him. Heather was definitely a lot better at pretending she wasn’t territorial when there wasn’t a drop of alcohol in her system, taking every façade away. She moved her arm behind his neck, other hand placed against his chest as she smiled in that way she had. « How nice of you to be my very sexy seat tonight. »

[celestiel]

    *           oh hey a starter       @sunnyvaler​

         KURT WAS NEVER A PART OF THE PLAN. Perhaps his parents would agree. Amber knew all about shitty parents. The difference was, unlike the Hortons and the Freemans, she saw Kurt's use. A pathetic little puppet with strings begging to be tugged, a toy pleading to be played with, Kurt liked to pretend he was in charge   ––––   that was something Amber could slither underneath and exploit. 

“They’re never gonna change, Kurt. You know that.” She plays the part of a concerned friend, hues soft with pity and understanding, hands gentle upon his. Inside, she craves the sweet metallic taste of blood. The warmth dripping down her finger tips. The adrenaline of taking a life, of sucking in their last breath, of watching the life drain from someone’s eyes. WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY ME? Why not?

“It’s either they go, or you do. You have to do this. You get that, right?” Taking the knife out of the sheath, she places it in Kurt’s hands and firmly closes his fingers around the handle. “I’ll be with you every step of the way, okay? Don’t worry.”

[loetise]

kurt will simply pull a "youre too beautiful to let all these shitty guys in your life"

she disagrees respectfully <3

[schmdts]

𝚁𝙴𝚀𝚄𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁:        @sunnyvaler,​

“  oh,  that’s  just  temporary.  i’m  saving  up  to  get  out  of  here.  ”    she  can’t  handle  the  way  he’s  looking  at  her,  the  way  his  expression  has  shifted  so  quickly.  she  supposes,  there  could’ve  been  something  here.  something  carefully  coaxed  out  of  the  lion’s  den  of  shadyside  vs.  sunnyvale.  but  it’s  too  late  for  that,  now.  now,  kurt’s  seen  the  ugly  parts  that  live  up  to  his  expectations.    “  jesus,  don’t  look  at  me  like  that.  not  all  of  us  have  daddy’s  money  to  get  us  going.  ”    but  kate  wouldn’t  expect  him  to  understand.  he’s  still  sunnyvale,  sitting  in  his  glimmering  mansion,  floors  brighter  than  the  average  shadysider’s  future.  but  not  her.  she  was  going  to  make  it  out.  she  doesn’t  give  him  the  chance  to  sneer,  or  jeer,  or  hang  her  up  in  sarah  fier’s  tree  for  all  of  the  sunnyvale  brats  to  see  her  writhe.    [  god,  she  can  only  imagine.  nick  goode  would  probably  dance  on  her  grave.  ]    bright,  blinding  valedictorian  smile  is  plastered  to  her  features,  tone  bordering  on  something  sharp,  yet  just  tip-toeing  the  line.    “  and  you  can’t  kick  me.  ‘cause  then  arnie  and  alice  are  gone  too,  and  like  hell  you’re  gonna’  find  anyone  else  who  wants  to  work  in  this  shithole.  ”

[pctrkor]

@sunnyvaler​ sent:  ❝  get the fuck away from her!  ❞

　　　　Her and Kurt had been friends for so long that it definitely wasn’t the first time she saw him loosing his temper. And yet, it always came as surprise, almost a shock to see the guy she considered so sweet and kind turning into a creature of rage. Not that she could blame him. If anything, Kurt was saving her from a guy that had got a little too drunk and a little too close at that party. Heather was getting drinks when the dude had decided to try his unwelcome approach, a guy from class she’d spent all year avoiding. Apparently her polite personality was an excuse to play deaf to her Nos and I’m not interesteds, to try and trap her  against a kitchen counter. It had been only seconds before Kurt had appeared in the kitchen, immediately having her back cause that was what they always did. A fight, though, was the last thing she wanted to cause — even when it wasn’t her fault. So she tried to move in between the two raging males, to drag Kurt away from there while the guy started spitting cuss words and names. « Kurt, it’s fine. He’s just a dick, let’s—— let’s go, okay? »

[contradictivs]

“ what  if  i  fed  liam  to  the  new  york  rats … ?  hail  raatma  type  shit. ”

There was a long pause as Ryder seemed to be considering it. As if feeding his brother to the rats of New York was a thing that could happen — Not to mention the fact that Liam would never let them manage something like that. “The rats are probably bigger than him…” A light dig at his brother’s height as the blonde tilted his head. Expression a mixture of playful and thoughtful. “Think we can gain the rats trust by doing it?”

[contradictivs]

[ BLOODY ]:   things  get  steamy  while  one  or  both  muses  are  covered  in  (real or fake?)  blood. murder boys back on their bullshit

It was always the innocent looking ones, wasn’t it? The pair knew what their images were. Ryder was the golden boy and Kurt was the idiot but well-meaning jock. No one would ever expect them to be mixed up in something so bloody. Something so brutal. It was that reason that they took advantage of people’s expectations. There was safety in numbers, after all. Unless someone that was apart of those ‘numbers’ were a reason that they needed to be safe.

Ryder couldn’t remember whose idea it was. The whole ‘walking someone home’ trick. It was still a bit new, something that they were working out, especially since they couldn’t attack every single time. But it would be a lie to say that there wasn’t a rush with it. To chase someone, have them think that they had help in the one they had been walking with, only for them to laugh in the victim’s face? It was priceless.

And, well, maybe the rush made them a little sloppy. The pair parked a little too close to the crime scene for comfort especially given the fact that they hadn’t bothered to clean up after. Ryder didn’t care enough about that, though. Not when he had Kurt in his lap, bare chest smeared with the blood that had covered Ryder’s hands. “You were so hot,” Ryder groaned against his boyfriend’s mouth. His hips slowly rocking up and grinding himself against the curve of Kurt’s ass. “Look so pretty when you’re the victim, baby.”

[contradictivs]

TENDER : receiver wakes up to sender caressing them gently; a hand carding through their hair, brushing hair off their forehead, a hand on their cheek, a thumb swiping under their eye.

Physical affection had never been lacking in their relationship. They had always been touchy with each other — Even before they were officially dating. Invading each other’s spaces, throwing an arm around each other’s shoulders, grabbing at each other. Ryder had always been a physically affectionate person even if it was not glaringly obvious. He preferred soft, small touches over the more dramatic shows of affection. Well. Most of the time. 

The brush against his cheek seemed to be what caused him to stir. A small shift before he was stretching like a kitten without fully waking up, expression creasing. “Hm?” The feeling of something brushing along his face did not cause him to panic, at least, and he found himself (still mostly asleep or not) tilting his head into the feeling of fingers in his hair. “Mornin’,” Ryder grumbled softly. He wriggled until he was on his side to toss an arm around his boyfriend’s middle, eyes barely cracking open to peer up at him. “Couldn’t let me sleep in, huh?”