#sterling ˚₊‧⁺˖ threads

[gccdwitch]

@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?”

[gccdwitch]

“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."

[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.

[burnishedrebel]

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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

[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."

[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.

[prxttythngs]

continued from here for @lvenderrocklnd .

ace waved his hand languidly at her words, a trickle of smoke following his motion as the cigarette seeped the grey stuff into the air. " you don't seem like the kind of girl who actually gives a damn about social status. " the words came out slowly, thoughtfully. " if you did, you wouldn't be caught dead talkin' to me. " a grin tugged at the corner of his mouth at that last utterance, eyes fixed on the girl to ensure he wouldn't miss a second of her reaction.

[gccdwitch]

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

[prophvtics]

“you’ve got to be joking.” it had only been a few weeks since magnolia had started seeing her latest client, first meeting at the club where she then offered her number and had since been visiting their house every couple of days. it wasn’t her usual business model, though she knew she would’ve been stupid to turn down good money when it was flashed in her face, even if that meant selling herself in ways she typically tried to avoid. they’d been having a good time, the sex was decent enough, the parties they invited her to were fun despite her knowing she was just there to be shown off, so why did they have to ruin everything by pulling out a fucking ring box? “what the fuck is that?” she stood in the doorway, chest still bare from their latest session. in the time it’d taken her to go to the bathroom and walk back, they’d pulled out their little surprise from somewhere and were now holding it in her direction, a stupidly hopeful expression plastered on their face. “come on, put that away. you’re- don’t be fucking stupid. what is this?”

[gccdwitch]

@poetsprophecy liked for a starter Based on: this plot

“Okay, we need to get our story straight.” Sterling crosses his arms, looking down at the coffee table instead of them. “Who proposed to who? How did it happen? Where? If we figure it out now then we won’t be stumbling over ourselves when we got asked and people ask.”

[kyleexanthony]

Texting: Kylee 📲 Sterling

Kylee: How's my future bestie boy doing today? Kylee: I mean, BEST FRIEND CARRYING MY BESTIE BOY, how are you doing today? lol Kylee: Wanna go walk on the beach for a bit? @sterlingxlevin

[gccdwitch]

“My siblings are losers, too,” Sterling says, though there’s not a trace of softness in his words or the grin that follows them. “But I think we mean it in pretty different ways. And I don’t pity them at all.” He slips his hands in his jeans’ pockets, nodding along to Gemma’s words, amusement growing by the second. “Hmmmm… money?” he guesses playfully, eyes widening like he’s excited about figuring out the correct answer. “Or good looks? Or both?” Sterling reaches out, twirling a strand of her hair in between his fingers with a slight smirk. “I think it’s kind of sweet that I’ve managed to charm you even though I apparently don’t know you and I’ve been using the wrong tactics. Maybe, I really do have that thing. ‘Cause you are charmed, are you not? It seems like it to me. That or you want me to charm you. One of the two.”

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"Touche!" Gemma laughs in response, reciprocating Sterling's gesture by lightly nudging against his shoulder. "Eww, no-" She begins, playfully scrunching her nose, "The only time I take pity on someone is my brother when he's being a loser. So, not really something I'm into." A soft chuckle follows her words. "Sounds like you don't know me that well either - otherwise you'd know I don't like when people try too hard. You've always struck me as someone who doesn't have to try - and I like that. You naturally have that 'thing'." As she speaks Gemma explains with her arms out in grand gesture, confidently pretending like she knows what she's talking about.

[chaoticfoxes]

Location: The Hotel Date: Friday, September 17 Time: Post-Game (open​)

Sterling tries not to believe that Colin was right that one night when he said that was the last win they got, but it feels like a bad omen now. He still stands by what he said too and refuses to give up, but if that was their only win of the year, he doesn't know what he's going to do.

It's only the second game. There's still time to turn it around. The Jackals are always pieces of shit on the court. These are all the things Sterling tells himself to try and deal with it, but it's not working.

His stomach is churning with worry, and he feels extra on edge, like if someone says one wrong thing, he'll explode. The only way he can think to deal is to just drink the bottle of rum he brought with him and hope it makes him forget.

With his rum in one hand, thoroughly drank through at this point, and a full bottle of vodka in the other, he wanders the hall of their hotel and taps the bottles against the his teammates' doors, including Wymack's closed one, to try and get their attention.

"Who needs booze?" Sterling calls loud enough that he's basically inviting the rest of the hotel too. "You get the whole bottle if you promise not to fuck up the next game."

[dancingdanvers]

Where: pumpkin carving at Sunrise Winery Who: @sterlingxlevin

“Why did I wear this top, I knew this was going to be messy…” Sloane muttered as she carried on scooping the inside of the pumpkin out, honestly she’d thought it would be pre scooped because this was Aurora Bay for fucks sake but…well it wasn’t. “If I take this home and Ryen doesn’t immediately speak her first words and they aren’t ‘wow mom that’s the best pumpkin I’ve ever seen’ then I’m grounding her for every halloween until the end of time.” It was actually a fair bit of a workout doing this, and she glanced up at Sterling as she paused for a moment. "So talk to me, fill me in on what's been going on. I assume everything is fine with Arkin and I don't have to kill him anytime soon? Oh also what are you thinking of being for halloween - you’re coming to Sharky’s right?” 

[breakagain-writes]

@imperfectox​

One caught sight of her was all it took to change his night. If it had been just one minute later, he wouldn’t have seen her across the street. Seen the group she was with. Seen that asshole that was smiling and talking to her. Wouldn’t have seen her laughing back at him. Everything in him fought to stay on his side of the street and go into the bar he had planned on going to, so he did. He did what he was supposed to do. He went in. He had drinks. He made conversation with a girl. But the thoughts didn’t stop. The woman who was all the more willing to go home with him and give him what he wanted, couldn’t hold his attention for a moment. Not when he kept thinking about Rory. Rory with him. It made him sick. Made him angry, and every drink he had that was supposed to ease it did nothing of the sorts.

That was how he ended up there at her place. He ditched the other woman and couldn’t find it in him to just go home. He had to know who that guy was. His fist was clumsy as he hit the door, his other hand on the frame to steady himself. “Rory,” another round of pounding on the door. “Open up. Open the door.”

[luckylewis]

lucky 📲 sterling.

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