#lightshcwer

[ofcloudskies]

he allowed himself to be pulled, only because he likely would have tried to force himself inside anyways. her hand was swatted away once they were settled. “bull. shit.” luka hissed dismissively. “what you were gonna do is keep this from me until you could either convince whoever you’re fucking into thinking that it’s his, or find some other idiot to raise my kid.” he already decided juliette was guilty of the worst, proof be damned. those two imaginary scenarios alone had filled him with rage-filled panic. hence why he was all too willing to make a scene— he wanted word to spread as far as possible to ensure it would fall on the ears of her new partner. and if he couldn’t do that by tipping off every neighbor nearby, he’d resort to the next best thing. “where’s your phone?” the question was sudden but cutting, almost a threat. “you’re going to call him right now and tell him the truth while i’m here.”

the moment juliette tried to discreetly snake her hand up to shut the door in luka's face, she felt the pressure of his own, offering resistance– he knew her too well. "it matters because i have to know who's the loser meddling." it was, admittedly, a weak attempt to save face after being caught red-handed. but what else was she meant to do? the truth was that not only was it too early to spread the news, but seeing as how her relationship with luka fizzled out for the umpteenth time, then with her career finally starting to take off... jules wasn't sure that having a baby now was even what she wanted. still, luka was the father, there was no doubt in her mind about that. she hadn't planned on keeping it from him for much longer, but it seemed she was beaten to the punch. "childish is banging on my door at 1AM, screaming like a maniac and waking up the entire neighborhood. if you're not gonna shut the fuck up, just–" she grabbed him by the scruff of his shirt and yanked him inside as best she could. breathing heavy, she slammed the door behind him. a beat. "...as much as it would please you to believe so, i'm not a fucking idiot, luka. i was gonna tell you! i barely just found out myself."

[inkshadow]

continued for @lightshcwer from the source

grayson couldn't pull off his own shirt, let alone impressive gifts that were shoe-ins to remain in clover's good graces. has to bite her tongue in order to keep the proverbial ( or, maybe in this case, literal ) bile from coming up. "i'm not anymore. you realize you can't get away with everything just because it's your day, right?" not month, she's deliberate with it, and doesn't even bother addressing the spoiled remark. clover knows what she is and as much as minjeong hates it, the lovestruck of the two enables it more than clover could ever imagine. with an exaggerated eyeroll does she finally hop off of the couch, snatching the necklace from her best friend with very little grace before stepping behind her to drape it over her décolletage. "it's like your hair doubled in volume. keep it tamed for a second, will you? hard to see where the clasp is...."

[purplemccns]

🌙 || starter for @lightshcwer from evan lin

"I've been to many strange places...but this is a new one."

[etxrnaleclipse]

Cont. from @lightshcwer || Ben and Pilar (x)

At the comment, Ben sighed and glanced to the ground, swinging the strap of his rifle over his shoulder once more.

"Exactly, I told you not to wander. There could be anything out there and the last thing I need is you getting yourself in trouble." Granted, she had got him out of trouble just as many times as he had for her, so he wasn't one to speak. Still, he could not risk anything happening to Pilar. He had grown to care for her in a way that he could not explain, and it was probably why he was so harsh on her. "Apology accepted. Did you find anything?"

[eternclsunshine]

⋆｡˚ ☁️ @lightshcwer continued from here !

"Sounds like you're not trying hard enough!" When Aisha saw the opportunity, she used it to tease Menekşe. A moment later she retracts both of her hands and holds them up like she's been caught. The gesture only subsides when the other woman seemingly returns the attention - both of their eyes lingering on the other's for a little too long to be 'just friends'. When she notices Menekşe become flustered, an amused smirk forms on Aisha's lips. "You just don't wanna look at me because I'm so beautiful and you can't take it. I get it." she chuckles. In the same motion she takes the last bit of face lotion and warms it by rubbing her hands. Then she leans forward until their faces are mere inches apart, and she lifts her hands to touch her face.

[fadinglights]

continued from here, @lightshcwer

ivy knows that she is not supposed to be jealous, but it is beyond her control. despite the secret kisses and passionate nights they have shared, they are just best friends, and to breach that part of their unspoken contract would mean risking her lifelong friendship with clover, who has always been her best confidant and most cherished partner in crime. ivy purses her lips together, as if to stop herself from protesting further and spilling something that she might come to regret. "and since when did you start listening to what your dad asks you to do?" she asks in a contained scoff, attempting to put on a more nonchalant front but failing miserably. " — and he's not even cute." there is a chance that the stranger looks better in person than in her deep dive online, but that's not even the main issue here — the crux of the issue is that ivy doesn't want clover to be near anyone else, but there's no justifiable excuse that she can use that doesn't jeopardize their friendship.

[decadentscribe]

LUNA‘S AUDACITY KNEW NO BOUNDS. She ought to apologize and show remorse after sabotaging his date and ruining his chances to move forward, but she did otherwise. Instead, she brazenly rubbed her success in his face. She remained unfazed under his piercing gaze. Her words denied his accusation, but the glint in her eyes hinting her smugness spoke volumes. ❝Me? Clinically insane?❞ Luna scoffed. ❝Don‘t go throwing that word around. It‘s offensive.❞ She noted how he called her by his designated nickname towards her. One that he used to address her with affection, but now sounded otherwise. ❝You make it sound like I have no life. I actually do. I just happened to have a free time, and you were in the area.❞

continued from here // @lightshcwer

[springbreezc]

♡ — for @lightshcwer | continued

angie's voice and accent was like a siren song. abel could not help but move toward it, and be attracted to everything that she not only said but did. "coming!" he called from across the house, making his presence known as he came into the dining room. all he could do was swallow the thick lump that came to his throat at the sight of her. while she was half-ready in reality, to him she looked breath-taking. in the most truest of senses since the oxygen caught in his throat, especially when she grabbed him. a flush spread across his cheeks, as pink as her robe, and all he could do was scratch his cheeks. "a plumber would have made you wait and could have totally cheated you with his price tag!" whereas abel did it all for free. having her company was more than enough, though he did not dare for ask for any more than that. angela deserved more, arguably, than what he could give. "you just so happened to move into the right home, that's all!" it was happenstance that he lived next door.

he peeled himself away from her diligently, rummaging under the sink and getting what he needed to go through the motions. the garbage disposal would be fixed in a matter of minutes, yet he lingered there near the pipes. all he could do was listen to angie relay what her night entailed. eventually, he did come out and face her once more. he surveyed the options that she showcased, wishing that he wasn't so grimy. it's a stark contrast to how he imagined her date would look. "i can help you pick a dress, sure. i have no doubts that both will be stunning, but i'm here for you...as a guy." was that all he was? that's all he could hope to be, really, though he truly, sincerely had no doubt she would look stunning in anything. "let's throw ourselves a mini fashion show, eh? i'm ready for whatever you've got."

[sunliights]

a continuation of here for @lightshcwer

“i’ve been… good, i suppose. busy.” that always seemed to be his answer but it was true, more often than not hikaru was busy. much more than he’d like to be, if he was honest. he could probably do without the fanfare of today but a wedding was no small event to miss — even with having the possibility of running into his ex. “how have you been?”

[inkshadow]

continued for @lightshcwer from the source

"there is no alternative, that's the point i'm making. it's not a reflection on you that nothing comes out of this." because, again, it's not really mallory's job to ensure that elira was good at all times. the poor girl would just lie to herself into believing that it was until seriously proven otherwise. eyes snap up from the orange she'd been peeling for what seems like ages, the piths of it now scattered all over. "it's not you making me uncomfortable." it was the guy who she effectively sat through a date with all night and had his grubby pawns on her when he shouldn't have. "you know it's not in my nature to be... that." hell, she can't even say it.

[purplemccns]

🌙 || continued for @lightshcwer from source

doyoon scoffed, but the sound was low, more exhale than laugh. he didn’t meet her eyes right away, gaze instead fixed somewhere over her shoulder like he was still recalibrating after the adrenaline spike. “didn’t get punched all over the face,” he muttered, wiping the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, though more out of habit than necessity. “just the lip.” this was said nonchalantly like it made the situation improved, he finally looked at her then, brow raised like her comment had short-circuited something in his brain. kiss it better? it wasn’t that he was blushing, exactly - he never really did - but the tips of his ears had definitely caught some of the summer heat. “i think i’ll pass on that particular brand of first aid, but thanks for the offer.”

despite this comment, he didn’t move away when she dug through her purse, didn’t bat her hand aside when she got close enough to tend to him. if anything, his posture softened just a touch, enough to make it clear he wasn’t about to bolt. “he was lucky i held back,” he added under his breath, then louder, “you really okay, though? that guy put his hands on you.” it came out flatter than he intended, but underneath it something colder simmered. not anger for show, but real anger, quiet and tightly coiled. "you'd think by the year 2025 that more people would learn manners." of course that was only proving to not be the case time and time again.

[fadinglights]

continued from here, @lightshcwer

“you’re  so  mean  to  me.  so  mean!  do  our  promises  mean  nothing  to  you?”  glossed  lips  curve  into  a  pout  and  she  gives  her  best  friend  the  puppy  eyes  in  hopes  that  the  woman  will  cave  in.  “but  the  whole  point  is  that  we  go  to  the  premiere  and  the  after  party!  everyone  will  be  there  and  we  can  even  take  pictures  with  the  actors.  it’ll  be  so  much  fun.”  working  as  a  makeup  artist  might  have  many  downsides  like  the  hectic  schedule  and  silly  rules  when  working  with  idols,  but  getting  tickets  to  exciting  events  is  one  of  the  few  perks  she  loves.  “you’re  not  going  to  die  alone  —  i’m  not  going  to  let  you.”  she  thought  nellie  is  her  friend  too,  now  she  is  more  of  an  enemy  in  jules’  eyes  for  stealing  her  best  friend  away.  that  must  be  it,  right?  just  unwillingness  to  share  a  person  that’s  so  dear  to  her.  it’s  nothing  out  of  ordinary  for  the  pair  of  best  friends  that  are  attached  to  the  hip.  perfectly  justifiable.  “then  don’t  go!”  she  takes  her  friend’s  arm  and  shakes  it  with  just  as  much  theatrics.  “you’re  going  to  have  a  much  better  night  with  me  than  some  random  person  who  will  bore  you  with  small  talk.”

[purplemccns]

her voice cut through the haze of noise around them, a clear sound that was somehow grounding in the overstimulating club. he found it strange though how something as simple as 'better now' could settle something in his chest he hadn’t even realized was tense. atticus gave a small nod in response, the corners of his mouth twitching at the compliment. “yeah, well. guy was on thin ice all night. just needed the right excuse.” he said it like it was nothing, like he’d have done the same for anyone, but even he wasn’t convinced. his eyes flicked to her glass as she raised it, then back to her. that smile of hers, always just a little too quick to disarm, had him fighting his own again. “scary?” he echoed, dry amusement threading through his voice. “not the worst reputation to have in this place.”

he watched her for a second longer than necessary - robe draped over lace, drink in hand, relaxed in that way only angela could fake and mean at the same time; and something about the whole picture made him glance away, just for a breath. maybe she had pushed him earlier, but the truth was, he hadn’t minded it as much as he thought he would. at her question, he leaned a little heavier into the edge of the bar, rolling his shoulder like he was shrugging off the night itself. “same old, mostly. couple fights, one guy tried to tip me with tokens from dave & buster’s.” a soft but undeniable snort followed. “so i think i’ve been demoted to arcade security.”

when the femme mentioned that she was hoping to bump into him, their conversation from earlier flooded his mind once more. he wondered if maybe she wanted to say something she didn't have the chance to prior, due to his own personal tricks. despite this, since she said she was trying to find him, he figured it would be best to get over whatever worry that was in the form of a question from the other. "oh no, you're not the one to tell me i'm cut are you?" he tried his best attempt at what he considered joking. "they figure the blow will be better when done by a pretty girl?"

nights at the pink boudoir had begun to blur– same faces, same routines, same weary smiles. and tonight was no different... with the exception of atticus. he'd evaded her all night, which was ironic considering he'd been running through her mind all day. they had exchanged the occasional glance, but neither had the time, or perhaps the nerve, to approach the other. angela worried she might've pushed him too hard, said too much. the memory sat heavy in her chest. she had scanned the crowd, hoping to catch him alone– just a few words, that’s all she wanted. a moment to explain, to say she hadn’t meant to make him uncomfortable. she knew atticus didn't let many people in, especially not at work. the last thing she wanted was to make him feel more isolated than he already did. but the chaos of the night had swept her up before she could give it any more thought.

onstage, angela had performed the routine she'd rehearsed with atticus earlier, dressed in a sheer, lace-trimmed babydoll set. in pink, of course. enticing enough to leave mouths watering, yet unmistakably angie. her number was a hit, which had kept her busy with solo dances for most of the night. so, when she strolled to the bar draped in a lacy black robe, the last thing she wanted was a patron calling for her attention. so naturally, a patron accosted her. it wasn't anything she wasn't used to already, but that didn't make it any less troublesome. with her most amiable smile screwed on, angela did what she did best and tried to charm her way out of this interaction. she was about to get her way – or so, she thought – when atticus' voice rose behind her, rolling in like distant thunder. he wasn't quite touching her, but he was close enough that she felt the low rumble of his voice vibrating through her all the same. angie's mouth opened slightly, answer on the tip of her tongue. however, the patron seemed to finally get the message, fleeing within ten seconds of atticus' appearance.

that was when she turned around to face her saviour, tilting her head back to meet his eye. "better now." she briefly gestured her thanks to the bartender as he handed her her usual. one sip of her bellini eased the tension in her shoulders. "you're alright, attie. just doin' your job, right? doin' it well, might i add!" she raised her glass to him with a knowing smile before taking another sip. "you know, you're kinda scary when you want to be!" she added with a soft chuckle. "i've got my own tricks, but i don't have your stature. that alone does the trick", she gave a small shrug, amused. "so", she continued, tone light, "how's your night goin' anyway? i was hopin' to bump into you."

[sunliights]

a closed starter for @lightshcwer continued from here.

jack knows it’s a pretty odd request to make but he figures you miss 100% of the shots you don’t take and the worst he can really do is make things awkward with his neighbour. it’s not as if they see one another enough for him to feel put off by it, though. “you might not have something in mind now but if you ever do, i’d be happy to help. y’know, a lightbulb that needs replaced or something,” he suggests with a little wave of his hand, since he isn’t actually sure what he can offer. he hadn’t considered much about what this sort of a transaction might look like in practice, only in theory. “if you’re sure it wouldn’t be any trouble though, i’d be grateful.”

[purplemccns]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOVELY!!! 💜 hope your day is/was amazing and that you’re spending/you spent it surrounded with love because you deserve it!!!! 🩷

awh, you are such a kind soul bb 🥹 it's about halfway through now and it's going great so far! i hope your day is just as amazing! 💜💜

[pcpulr]

⋆˙⟡ 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐘 || @lightshcwer

giselle walked over wanting to see henry in jaime's arms. and as stated, he really was fighting to close his eyes. giselle giggled, running a finger along henry's cheek. " you're not missing much, bug. you should enjoy resting your eyes and being a baby because after that the world is too hard to enjoy." another laugh leaving her lips. " usually i hold him and he wants to complain so i like to think you have the magic touch or whatever."