#svftlove

[sunliights]

it's been weeks, bordering on months since julian's request for space. heather has been surprisingly good about giving it to him despite the fact it's been hard. however, now she feels she's at a point where she has to know if she's waiting on something that's never going to happen. she's surprised that he agreed to meet her but grateful all the same, a thin awkward smile on her lips when he comes into sight. "hi," she breathes, "thanks for coming..."

" it's not that simple, " he sighs again, dragging his hand down his face. " i wish it was. i wish i could just — just love you and not have all this other shit in my head. but it's there and it's not fair to you. " honeyed gaze finds hers. " i don't want to drag you into this and i don't want to wake up one day and i realize i've ruined the best thing that's ever happened to me because i couldn't get my shit together. " his throat tightens and he swallows the lump building there. " you don't have to wait around for me, i'd never ask you that. "

[isolatednights]

continued from HERE ( @svftlove )

lips draw into a small frown at the mans statement, knowing there's some sort of lie behind it. everyone longs for something these days, but aiyla realizes that perhaps its easier to simply ignore. wanting, after all, can be a very dangerous thing. "are you sure?" she murmurs, casting him a lingering glance before padding into the kitchen and beginning to rummage through drawers. "no need. i knew i was coming with you, so why write what i wanted down when i could look for it myself? not that it's anything horribly exciting. an extra set of clothes. a pack of cards or a book. hygiene products." offering a shrug, light hues flicker up to him. "more worried about everyone else than myself, to be honest."

[sunliights]

a continuation of here for @svftlove

"is that her name?" rowan does know her name, though she finds herself pretending as though she doesn't. she doesn't want to seem like she's too invested in what she hopes is only a friendship. "it's just this... vibe i get. i try to give everyone a chance, myra! it just feels super weird," she muses with a shrug, only half telling the truth. "it's not like she's made any effort to get to know me either..."

[nocturnv]

the hotel room was quiet. too quiet. luca sat on the edge of the bed, one hand wrapped around a glass of whiskey, the other dragging through his hair as the city lights bled through the floor-to-ceiling windows. it was late, too late for rational thoughts, too late to pretend he wasn’t exhausted, too late to ignore the way the silence felt heavier without her. the whiskey burned on the way down, but it didn’t do much to cut through the restlessness clawing at his chest. another night in another city, another interview, another crowd screaming his name. it should’ve been enough. it used to be enough. but all he could think about was the last time he saw her. the way she fit against him like she belonged there. the sound of her laugh, soft and tired through the phone. the missed calls he hadn’t been able to return. his phone sat on the nightstand, screen dark. he should let her sleep. he would let her sleep. but his fingers itched, and the longer he stared at the glass in his hand, the more he wanted to hear her voice. finally, he reached for his phone and typed out a message.

tell me something real. anything.

just to prove that their relationship was not just a figment of his imagination. and then he waited.

closed starter for @svftlove based on this plot.

[invcntions]

he regrets it instantly, the sudden weight of the air against his chest slowly suffocating as he waits for kai to say something. anything. though ideally that he still feels the same way now, a prospect that feels increasingly less likely as the words fail to fall from the other male's lips. “ you never said anything either. ” he points out after allowing the thought to linger, gaze pulling from kai to buildings in front of them. “ it doesn't have to mean anything. ” dark locks shake quickly, a clear of his throat not enough to stop finn from knowing that isn't true. “ we can forget it, you know. i'm seeing someone anyway, so — ” it's a fact he instantly curses himself for, as if he hasn't told kai how little that matters in comparison, well aware that he has to end things with him either way when he's just confessed to a decade spent loving someone else. “ i should go back down and wait for the pizzas. ” he suggests suddenly, standing up as if giving them both a moment of respite from navigating the conversation might make it a little easier to return to. that or they could pretend it never happened, and he could always avoid having to hear rejection vocalised from his best friend.

silence stretches between them, the same kind of silence that happens right before a storm breaks. he can feel his breath hitch silently in his throat, eyebrows furrowing together, completely caught off guard. because finn just said the one thing he hadn't let himself hope for — not really, not fully. and now ? now it's real. his lips part, but no words come at first. what the hell was he supposed to say to that ? that he's spent every goddamn night regretting the way he left ? that no matter how far he ran, it was always fin he was running from and running back to ? that he's terrified of what this means, because despite everything, despite time and distance and all the messy, broken pieces of himself, he is still the one person who's ever felt like home ? " i — i had no idea, " confesses, a quiet chuckle escaping his throat. " you never said anything, i — " shakes his head, because he realizes that it wouldn't have mattered. not then. not when their lives had been so complicated. " i'm not sure of what this means. "

[loveshard]

closed starter for @svftlove

"there's no waiting until i get you home. no one's going to see us here."

[gracland]

closed starter for @svftlove / inspo linked in source muse: kieran monaghan ( felix mallard. twenty six. video game designer. )

reckless might as well have been kieran's middle name, his tendency to go rogue when it came to physical intimacy as obvious as ever as he locked eyes on his partner in the midst of toasts at their mutual friends' birthday dinner. "come on, a little risk never hurt anyone." he coaxed, his hands that were already on their lap slowly inching upwards on bare skin. "i want to make you mine, right here, right now. and you're gonna do as you're told, you hear me?" there was no room left for interpretation as he demanded obedience, sounds of champagne glasses clinking drowned out by his desire for them. his fingers slid between their legs, pushing their thighs apart as subtly as possible before trailing up to where he needed to feel them most. "how badly do you want to be touched right now?" he teased, mischief overtaking his expression as he kept his eyes on them.

[finalepic]

✱ @svftlove : 2/3

"you’re an idiot if you actually think i’d like someone like you."

[ofdisregard]

closed starter. | @svftlove

Cristiano stood outside her door, the cold bite of the late-night air clinging to him despite the warmth of his coat. He could feel the weight of his own stupidity pressing down on his shoulders, but here he was anyway, staring at the door he swore he wouldn’t knock on. His fingers grazed the edge of his phone in his pocket, a tempting escape he couldn’t quite bring himself to take. But even he wasn’t drunk—or foolish—enough to believe that was what he truly wanted.

With a sharp inhale, he raised his hand and knocked, the sound louder in the stillness of the night than he expected. Seconds dragged on, each one amplifying the voice in his head reminding him how bad of an idea this was.

When the door finally cracked open, he exhaled sharply, running a hand through his tousled hair. “I couldn’t sleep," he said, the words tumbling out the second his gaze met hers.

Dark eyes flickered over her face, lingering a moment too long, as if committing it to memory. It felt familiar and foreign all at once, and he hated the way it twisted something deep in his chest. “I figured you’d be up,” he added, his voice quieter now, a faint edge of defensiveness creeping in. “You usually are.”

He shifted his weight, suddenly too aware of how ridiculous he must sound. “Besides,” he continued, the words rushed and uneven, “I think you still have some of my shirts and stuff. Thought I could grab them while I’m here.”

It was a weak excuse, and he knew it. But admitting the real reason—the way the silence of his penthouse made him feel like a stranger in his own skin—wasn’t something he was ready to do. Not tonight.

[invcntions]

she can't help but relax into the soft touch of the other female's fingers through her hair, dwelling momentarily in the intimate action when ( like most things ) it just feels right with esmée. “ details? sounds like i'll have to be at least a little interesting then. ” she jokes, unsure that coming back with the response the date had been fine and the girl was nice enough would really cut it. “ she's also on the swim team. ” shoulders raise in a soft shrug at the question, unsure quite why it suddenly feels so strange to talk about with the blonde. “ she asked me out a few times last year actually, but — you know, team politics and all, didn't seem like a good idea. ” nor is she convinced it is one now, though apparently it's not enough to keep saying no. “ i suppose it seemed worth giving it a shot than spending another summer single. ”

esmée hums in approval, fingers still lazily combing through her best friend's hair. " good choice, " muses, though a part of her bristles at the idea of maya planning multiple dates with someone else. it's ridiculous, really. she has no claim over her — none that she's willing to admit anyway, but the thought of her slipping into that black dress, the one she had gifted her, so some stranger could be on the receiving end of her soft smiles and effortless charm ? it settles uncomfortably in her chest. still, she doesn't let it show. instead, she nods in agreement. " i'll be expecting all the details then, " she says, manicured fingers reaching for the curling iron, testing the heat before gathering a section of the other's hair. " how did you two meet anyway ? "

[inkshadow]

continued for @svftlove from the source

"no, no — i've already decided that it was worth a laugh and nothing more," nora reassures with a tiny wave of her hand, head shaking as she couldn't help but giggle even more. how she's suddenly reverted back to a giggling school girl she doesn't know but it's certain that nerves primarily drive it. thank goodness they were sitting on opposite ends of the table — her hands were starting to clam up a bit. "um, nope! this is the first time. i don't generally do new things so decided to go all in. how about you?"

[isolatednights]

closed starter for @svftlove ( philip windsor & grace grimaldi )

his parents had a tendency to act first and inform him later - so to some extent, it had come as no surprise when they'd broken the news over dinner one evening that they were speaking with the grimaldi family about tying the families together through marriage. at first, he'd believed it was a marriage intended for one of his siblings, given that he was seeing someone - which they'd been informed of recently. locked away in his fathers study, the three had argued for some time until finally, it was admitted that such ties would benefit them. that the windsor name was struggling - had been struggling for a while even. he'd agreed to the little meet up, only because he was still trying to find a way out of this entire thing.

"ms. grimaldi?" he questioned at the approaching figure. beautiful, unquestionably so, but that didn't make a marriage. "philip windsor," he introduced, raising from his chair and moving toward the one across from him - pulling it out in offer to her. "seems our parents have been discussing the future."

[svftlove-a]

" seb ! " his name falls from plump petals with a catch in her throat, while slender legs try to follow him, a frantic urgency pushing her forward. when he doesn't stop, she attempts to race after her best friend, ignoring the puzzled glances of guests who look on, whispers trailing in her wake. she rounds the corner of the garden, the sound of her heels clicking against the cobblestone path is the only thing that fills the air . " sebastian, please." she calls out, " where are you going ? what's going on ? " / @scgarhigh ♥

[pinkpcny]

[ LINGER ]:  lya & seb

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐆𝐎 👀.

[ LINGER ]:          taking the receiver’s hand, the sender lifts it to their lips, and gently kisses their knuckles, lingering for a moment before withdrawing.

gentle touch is a foreign thing to sebastian. in his world, such a thing simply does not exist. growing up in the randolph household, there were no comforting hugs after scraped knees, no soothing words after a reoccurring nightmare. there was only dismissal, an ever-present expectation to be tough, cold, emotionless. feelings were a weakness, a useless thing meant to be eradicated. for his older brother, that'd always been easy. for sebastian, there was always a hidden sensitivity beneath the outward exterior of superiority. lyanna has always been the glimpse of softness in his life, and so her touch shouldn't feel so unexpected, yet it does. catches him off guard. he holds his demeanour, but his breath hitches in his throat at the feel of her lips on his skin, the press of kisses upon bruising knuckles. she has the ability to make him want to pour out every thought he's ever kept in, every feeling he's ever pushed down. she makes him want to do better, be better. but there's a fear, something that stops him every time. his fathers voice echoing. " i'm fine, " he insists, can't bring himself to look her in the eyes, hesitates before he moves his hand away. it's dangerous territory — he's spent years denying the evident feels that linger between them, but moments like this make it increasingly difficult to do. " you should go, it's getting late. i'll call you a car. " there's no doubt his father will be calling soon, angry at him for causing such a scene at such an esteemed event. but what was he supposed to do ? one bad word had been uttered about lyanna and he'd lost his cool, saw red. punched the guy without second thought, and it'd escalated quickly. but no matter the fallout that may be about to come, he'd do the same again in a heartbeat. / @svftlove

[scgarhigh]

" you're wasting your time, " clara sighs, pulling on her jacket as she moves to exit the bar. but as she turns back to face them, there's the smallest hint of a smile, daring mess behind her gaze. " do you enjoy that— wasting your time ? " @svftlove liked for a short starter !

[cravemoreaaaa]

“    you    don’t    want    me    here    ?    right    —    i    can    see    how    hard    you    are    from    over    here.    ”