#sterling ˚₊‧⁺˖ threads

[lcveloop]

@eternclsunshine ˚₊‧⁺˖ continued from here

“Oh fuck!” A dramatic groan rips out of Sterling as he leans back against the car seat, eyes closing. “And I was so sure you were going to love the Minecraft movie! What the hell am I supposed to do with our tickets now?” He lets the lie hang in the space between them for a couple of moments before cracking open an eye to check out Gemma’s reaction, a grin dancing on his lips. It almost doesn’t seem real, that they’re actually, finally doing this. A proper date that Sterling had, surprisingly, put effort in. Not that that could possibly stop him from fucking with her. “All right, all right. Let me set the scene. For realsies this time.” His palms, originally side by side in front of his face, split apart as he talks, gliding in each direction almost like he’s drawing a rainbow in the air. “Popcorn. Annoying kids. Overpriced store but really nice plushies and mugs. Cages. Lots of cages. With very cute animals inside them. Well, enclosures, really, but you know what I mean.” And Sterling nods his head like he’s being very serious about this whole thing, never mind that the zoo is probably closed already or is closing soon. Gemma is correct, he concludes when he peers out of the window, they are very close to the restaurant he's chosen for them. “Or, maybe, just maybe, you could wait and see and trust that I gave you the appropriate dress code?”

[lcveloop]

“Hmmmm, do I?” Sterling repeats, his eyebrows arched, and proceeds to hum thoughtfully instead of delivering a straight answer. Unlike most of his family members, he, at least, is aware of the idea that the conversation is ridiculous, that the fact that they’re wealthy enough to potentially have a whole theme park concealed in the mansion is pretty wild. “I don’t usually live here. I do my best to avoid this place, actually.” His shoulders shrug and he tries to make it look definitive because, yeah, he did just drop some sort of weird information about himself but he’s also not really willing to elaborate on that. At all. “But you know what? Please go ahead. I’ll even lend a hand. If you need an alibi, any insider’s info on the house, I’m your guy.” He nods his head. “You are right, though. They do get pissed off over people simply existing. It’s… shitty.” Understatement of the century. A smile appears on his face as he looks down at her, bumping their shoulders together. “But if there’s anything else you need,” he begins, voice dropping into something of a seductive purr. “I’m still your guy.”

“ you do not have an indoor theme park . . . do you? ” ciara asks, curiosity sitting tender in the mouth. lips purse to ask where it is, but she knows better than to ever question him. merely let it be a truth untold or a lie to last. she mirrors his own lean back, further sinking into the chair. dark eyes stare at the house's — or mansion, really — yard. theoretically, an easy break in. windows large enough to smuggle in a whole bear. “ i was completely joking. but when you work in one of those nepo-baby riddled fields, you kind of just piss off rich people by existing. must be nice to live in your little mansion. don't be surprised if i rob you myself. ”

[ofgrenvde]

closed starter @poisonvdhonvy - sterling phillips

Sahana slammed through their front door, mascara already running down her cheeks. She didn't even bother taking off her heels before finding Sterling in the living room and throwing herself into his arms. "I told him," she sobbed against his chest, her voice cracking. "I finally told Dante about us." The conversation had been a disaster. Worse than a disaster, actually. She'd walked into his office thinking maybe, just maybe, he'd understand. That maybe because he raised her and was like a father to her, he'd see past the politics and just want her to be happy. God, how naïve could she get? "He was so angry, Sterling. He said I betrayed him by keeping our marriage secret. Like I owed him my whole life forever." She pulled back to look at him, wiping her nose with the back of her hand. "He's never going to accept that you're my husband. That I chose you even knowing you're Onyx Circuit."

Her heart felt like it was splitting in half. Twenty-two years of gratitude, of loyalty, of being the daughter Dante never had — all of it crumbling because she'd fallen for someone from the wrong side of this stupid war. She'd always known this day would come, but knowing didn't make it hurt any less. "I don't know what to do," she whispered, fresh tears spilling over. "He gave me everything when my mom left, when my dad couldn't take care of me anymore. But I can't just pretend we don't exist either. I won't give you up." The worst part was knowing this was only the beginning. Dante wasn't the type to just sulk in his office and let things slide. No, this was going to get messy, and fast. She just hoped their marriage was strong enough to survive whatever came next.

[sweetapparitions]

LOCATION : some fancy restaurant FOR : @writingdrcgcns ( kim )

he was distracted , and hoping it didn't show . he had planned this dinner over a month ago , went and did something unlike himself by making a reservation , and put back a solid three paychecks to make sure he could afford a suit . and the food . which proved to be a good idea , looking at the menu . but his mind wasn't on the price , the dinner , or even , as hard as he tried , kim . " i'm sorry , i didn't catch most of that . i was too busy staring at you . " a half truth , swizz lifted his glass . " a toast ? to how beautiful you are . "

[tidescfchaos]

STATUS: Open to all @cardinalstart

LOCATION: Breaking Glass Bar

A look of disappointment sat upon Sterling's face as yet another dart missed his intended target in a quiet corner of the small town bar. The look didn't remain on their face for too long and was quickly replaced by an easy grin, "I suppose lady luck isn't on my side as much as I had anticipated tonight." Perhaps the use of divination magic prior to making a bet would've been a smart play. However, it felt a little too dishonest and ultimately, paying for the next round of drinks wasn't a major inconvenience for them anyway. Whatever the results of the game, they were just pleased to spend an evening among the community they knew and loved. "I'm hoping for some kind of miracle at this point - a wild distraction to break out and throw you off your game, for your skills to completely abandon you, something along those lines." He continued on as he stepped to the side for the other to take their turn.

[lcveloop]

“They are,” Sterling agrees with a quick shrug. “Doesn’t really matter to me, though.” It’s not an attempt to brag or anything, just a simple fact. His family is rich, way too rich, and he, personally, has no qualms about using that wealth for the silliest of his whims. Especially when it gets his parents angry with him. “Anyways, I’m paying for it so. You should just take it. Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth and all that.”

He waits for Ellie to sit down, like a gentleman, before flopping unceremoniously down on the bench next to her. “I mean… I am joking around but this is pretty useful stuff. It’s never a bad idea to know how to throw a punch. You never know what could happen.” Growing thoughtful and quiet, he pauses for a second, absentmindedly running his fingers over a scar at the back of his head before snapping back to the present and knocking their knees together, sending a shit-eating grin Ellie’s way. “No? Not the best teacher? Definitely the most handsome one you’ve had though, right? Is that why your punches were so bad at first, actually? Because you were sooo distracted by how pretty I am?”

Ellie gives him a look, when he says it shouldn’t be hard. It's not like she's choosing to be anxious; she can't just turn it off. "Those are expensive," she comments, she thinks they are anyways, she'd never actually had a massage before. Before taking her next punch, she listens to his suggestion, uses her anger to fuel the strength and precision in her swing. It works and she gets a good hit at the punching bag. She can't help the little smile that crosses her lips as he praises her.

Ellie takes the water bottle and drinks, "Oh for sure," she pauses her chugging to reply to his teasing comment about being able to beat him. She was getting better, but she's well aware she's nowhere near his level yet.

She follows his gaze and makes her way over to the bench to sit. "Mhm, I mean I think so," she agrees. "I don't know about you being the best teacher though...," she feigns the questioning tone in her response, another smile forming on her lips. She's been enjoying their little training sessions.

[davidaltofsky]

Sterling was making a beeline for George's room, moving like his life depended on it which he was fairly sure it wasn't. Being one of the many people looking after royalty was a stressful job at the best of times but being personally requested by one of the royals was a whole other level of stress. Sterling had heard of people being called to chambers and being sent immediately to be executed and others who were given knighthood so he had no idea what to expect. He stopped outside of the door to George's chambers, checking his breath and quickly fixing his hair just in case he was there for something positive before he carefully knocked and opened the door "You sent for me your highness?" he said as he slowly slipped in, closing the door behind him and taking one quick breath. There was something about being in the presence of George that made everyone feel taken aback, finally turning to see the man's face it was his undeniable beauty that had Sterling standing straight up and anxiously hoping to be on the man's good side.

[burnishedrebel]

continued from [x]

Sterling couldn’t help but chuckle when Astrid questioned how he might help her. As a political fixer, he had a reputation for helping those in power and their loved ones to stay out of trouble. It was why he was paid the big bucks. Of course, Astrid wasn’t to know about his reputation… yet. When she began reeling off the types of names she’d be called when the affair came out, concluding by noting the Senator would get away with it, Sterling merely shrugged. “All true…” he told her, adding, “But things won’t get that far. I won’t let them. I have a plan, don’t you worry.” A smile crossed Sterling’s lips, and he began strolling towards her. “It will require some temporary sacrifices on your part… but you can rest assured that you won’t become the next Monica. I will need you to do exactly what I say, though.” Stopping in front of her, Sterling’s gaze locked onto hers. He reached up, tilting her chin to look at her eyes properly. 

@renegadetulisrp

[lcveloop]

@heirloomeds liked for a starter ! based on: x

For as long as he could remember Sterling has been forced to be the bigger guy. To forgive and forget. To grin and shrug and promise that everything is in the past. Pretending that everything, no matter how brutal, slides off of him like water off of duck’s back is like second nature to him. And yet his polite smile falters at the sight of them, all the confusing emotions their familiar form forces out of him bring out in him nearly bubbling to the surface. But they’re a guest and he’s something of a host and there’s no use avoiding a polite conversation, as fake as all the other ones he’s had this event. “Good evening.” Sterling slides in front of them, flute of champagne lifted as if to toast with them. “How are you enjoying the party?”

[paxton-brady]

CLOSED STARTER for @sterlingxlevin

“Hey, what’s the next town project?” Paxton leans forward on the counter. “Oh, I’m here to see if you need any dogs walked, too, but before that, I was wondering if we’d be teaming up for anything anytime soon?”

[lovcrsrock]

closed for @khaleesiie ! muse : adam " ace " sterling. 27 y/o. straight(ish). drug dealer. has serious anger issues, but gets flustered easily.

" don’t look at them, why are you looking at them ? look at me. they’re not going to help you. "

[lcveloop]

“Well, I think thinking that you actually know me is incredibly presumptuous of you,” Sterling says with a short, barked laugh. He leans into her space, bumping shoulders with Gemma and grinning brightly. “Maybe I just act like that because I think it’s going to make you pity me and like me more. Is it working?”

open to — m / w / nb.

"You act like fucking mr brightside when you're all with your friends — but I know what you're like when the party ends."

[noralevin]

closed: @sterlingxlevin

location: sterling's place

"Hey mom," Nora said, drawing out the 'o' sound as she poked her head into Sterling's room with a grin. She nudged the door a little more with her foot and stuck both hands, holding a large rabbit Jellycat, out in front of her. "I come bearing gifts for my new second cousin."

[ofgrenvde]

closed starter @poisonvdhonvy - sterling phillips

The lunch crowd at Lucky Crumb bustled around them when she spotted Sterling by the bakery counter. Even after being with him for over two years, that stupid flutter took over when she saw him. Sahana almost laughed at how ridiculous they'd become. Sterling stood before her checking his watch like he wasn't waiting for her. He looked good. Too good. The kind of good that made her want to drag him into the alley behind the bakery and kiss him until they both forgot where they were. It wasn't fair how he could roll out of bed looking like that while she spent forty minutes getting ready. She adjusted her scarf and walked to the counter, wondering how close she could stand without raising eyebrows. Close enough to catch his cologne, far enough that no one would think twice about it.

"Nice running into you here," she said, making sure her voice carried just enough. "I thought all you Brits survived on tea and disappointment." She peered at the cannoli in his hand and fought a smile. She wondered what would happen if she just blurted it out to everyone in the bakery. If she just said: That's my husband. I married him in December. We have to pretend we barely know each other because I work for a family that would consider this the ultimate betrayal. The looks she would receive… Instead, she played her part. This public dance they did—hiding in plain sight, pretending to flirt with her own husband—had become its own kind of addiction. The secrecy brought its own rush, even as it exhausted her.

[lcveloop]

Ever since he was a child and the Accident (which wasn’t really an accident but whatever), Sterling hated boats. Epsecially, boats that were inhabited by his family and even more so when he had to spend more than a couple of hours on them. But his father had yapped on and on about business negotiations and how they had to appear as an united family and Sterling had tuned it all out up until he reached the classic “I can easily cut you off” part. Then he was kind of forced to go along with it. But if he pretends they’re not there, it’s almost nice. He’d made friends with some of the staff, at least, and they made the whole experience much more bearable. “Oooh, food.” He pushes his sunglasses up to the top of his head, grinning brightly at Zehra as he shoulders his way into the kitchen. “Smells delicious.” Eagerly he dips his head down to try from the potatoes, expression thoughtful. “I mean… I think they’re perfect but what do I know? I’m not the professional. I’m sure they’re going to be unhappy and bitchy with whatever you make anyway.” Quickly, he pokes his head out, just enough to check if his brother was still deep in talk with whatever poor soul he was trying to convince to do business with them. “Can I hide with you for a little while?” Sterling leans against the wall. “I can try helping out with whatever you’re making? I can’t promise I won’t knock half of the kitchen over but I will try my best.”

most of the family on this yacht were insufferable to say the least, reminded zehra a lot of her own family. she tried to distance herself from them as far as possible to make a name for herself without their help, but it seemed they always snaked their way back into her life one way or another. regardless of her personal feelings about the yacht owners, she had a job to do and her #1 goal this summer was to impress them with her cooking. they had hired her for top dollar and she wasn't in the mood to disappoint. it was a friday afternoon, and she was prepping for dinner that evening -- herb-crusted sirloin steak with truffle mashed potatoes and a red wine reduction. she was thinking she had almost perfected the potatoes but felt as if she were missing something, so who better to ask than her acquaintance whom she had met earlier that week? seeing him approach the kitchen, she quickly motioned him towards her. "here, try this.." she held out a spoon with a dollop of potatoes on it, handing the spoon to him. "do you feel like it's missing something?... does it need gravy, maybe?" / @gccdwitch

[fatefulfortune]

Closed starter for Sterling Levin ( @sterlingxlevin ) Location: Seaside Animal Rescue

Ever since Elliot won the lottery he tried to make the conscious effort to do the right thing whenever he could. Today that opportunity arose when he was out on the beach and stumbled upon a little terror of a dog let loose. It'd taken him nearly ten minutes to chase the Shih Tzu down and realize they didn't have a collar on and another fifteen minutes before Elliot could wrangle the animal into his car so he could keep the animal contained. When Elliot went around and knocked on a few doors no one was home and he wasn't sure what to do other than to bring the dog to the animal rescue where they hopefully could ID them.

The dog was screaming it's head off and trying to bite at him as he walked into the animal rescue. "Hi, I found this dog and-" Before he could even get a sentence out the dog had managed to bite his hand and leap from his arms to run away into a corner of the room. "That little fucker!" Elliot cursed to himself as he shook out his hand. "Sorry. I found this dog and they don't have a collar or anything."