#thread: isaac

[sutton-parker]

Sutton sat herself down on the barstool next to Isaac, grateful he last minute agreed to meet her for a drink. “You will not believe the disaster of a date I just went on,” she huffed, putting her bag down on the bar. “What are you drinking?” she asked, tempted to just take his glass from the countertop. 

@isaacsp​

[annika-j]

@isaacwinston

Annika had single handedly gotten about half of the people at the party to take their clothing off and do body shots, feeling like a puppet master as they all got drunker and she just sat back and watched it happened. Just the way she liked it. She was buzzing, but she’d remember everything, which was more than some of these people could say. She was making herself another drink, moving to the music as she did so. She turned around to head back into the party when she saw Isaac, a smile spreading across her lips at the familiar face. 

"Isaac!” she yelled out over the music, quickly weaving through the crowd to end up at his side, holding her cup up to avoid spilling it. “You missed all the body shots I made everyone do,” she greeted accusatorially, her eyes scanning over him and realizing he hadn’t needed her help to get drunk off his ass. “Though you were off doing your own heavy alcohol intake, weren’t you, drunk-y?” 

[sxcrilage]

open to: f possible connections: daughter's bff / son's significant other / etc.plot: last week isaac got drunk and met your muse at a strip club. not a crime right? the only complication is that your muse also happens to have a connection to the family ( daughter's bff / son's significant other / etc. ). now a week later they are all at a pool party at his house. he's been trying to act casual but he can't seem to keep his eyes ( and impulses ) in check. muse: isaac miller, 44 (theo james)

isaac lounged by the pool, drink in hand, trying to act cool amidst the chatter and laughter of the family party. when he left the strip club that night, he assumed he would never see her again. not unless he decided to show up for another performance anyway. never did he expect her to show up here today, smiling at him with that same expression she had that night. despite his best efforts he couldn't shake the memory. the feel of her skin beneath his fingers, the sound of her voice as she cried out in pleasure. christ, he had fucked up. he raised his glass to his lips, watching behind his sunglasses as she lifted herself out of the pool. he needed an excuse to get out of there and soon.

[youllalwaysbemyporcelain]

@papcrrings​

Stitch was at the shelter when one of the dogs had gotten out. She didn’t get far before Stitch caught up to her. But she did manage to almost run into someone. They sigh. “I’m so sorry. She wanted a taste of freedom.”

[maiacroft]

@theisaacking​

Making her way over to Isaac, Maia carried her bag with stuff in it that she might need for the center pieces. “Hey... you ready?” She asked, wanting to get the show on the road. She ready to make the best center pieces to ever exist.

[maryshyrock]

Esther sat on the doorstep of Samuel’s house, smoking. It was an acquired habit, both from her cousin and college life. Summer couldn’t have come at a better time, considering she spent the last weeks of the semester surving off of cigarettes and energy drinks. The anxiety was back today ever since she woke up, knowing Isaac would be arriving in a few hours. She had offered to pick him up at the airport, but the boy had insisted on taking a cab, probably not wanting to be a nuisance or something in those lines. It hadn’t been so long since they last saw each other, only a couple of weeks since she drove down to visit him for a weekend, but it felt like a lifetime.

She was starting to believe it had been pointless to insist to Austin that she was trying to save herself and her feelings when they were far too transparent. Esther took another drag of the cigarette instead of dwelling on it.

[tolove--xtodestroy]

firstbeta has arrived in storybrooke

There was something familiar about the other-- in a way, he reminded her of Ruby, but there was more to him than that. Clearly not human; a painfully obvious fact. A smile, forced and sickeningly sweet crossed the woman's face as she tilted her head towards the other in greeting. "I suppose a 'Welcome to Storybrooke' is in order. Looking for something in particular?" Sometimes it harder than not to break out of the 'friendly neighborhood mayor' act.