#wildstcrs

[illuminatethesehcpelessplaces]

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see, what brody wants to do is pout until wes asks what’s bothering him, but he’s too impatient. he scoots closer and closer to him on the couch before finally nuzzling his head against his neck. “are you texting the pretty boy again?” he asks with more than just a hint of jealousy as he oh-so-gently nips at wes’s soft skin. “pay attention to me.”

[fineliines]

imessage to 🤖

maia: i'm getting real tired of men giving their opinions where they're not wanted

maia: specifically old men

maia: old men who are gonna die soon

maia: do you think i'll go to jail for poisoning someone? asking for a friend

[illuminate-these-hopeless-places]

@wildstcrs

izzy: this is not me asking to come over izzy: this is just me letting you know that i don’t work tonight izzy: and that jonathan’s at the sitter’s all night izzy: do what you will with that information izzy: and this picture

[elysicns]

REMY: so i rearranged the apartment a little

REMY: i promise i didn't touch ur things ...

REMY: very much

[dirtyflcwers]

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               '  jay !  ——  i called you seventeen times today.  '   she's got her phone screen shoved in the face of the taller man, her call log on full display. light eyes are W I D E, jaw is set.  '  where were you ? huh?  '  she tries to find his gaze, tone accusing, '  you were with someone else, weren't you?  '   —   '  tell me the FUCKING truth, jay, you were fucking someone else.  '  she drops her arm to cross them over her chest.  '  you're a nasty, dirty bastard. a liar.  '

[wuunderstruck-a]

& *┆snapchat to 🍒

MORGAN: and so, another night as the sinclair trust fund baby begins MORGAN: exhausting 🙄🙄🙄 MORGAN: wish u were here xoxo // @wildstcrs

[plcuvoir]

gregg sulkin and lily collins

send me a FC and i’ll make up a character on the spot || accepting !

name: blake hemmingsage: 24occupation: model, designerhometown: london, england+ affectionate, considerate, expressive, fearless- hyperactive, impulsive, insecure

name: nora hemmingsage: 28occupation: associate editor at vogue, designerhometown: london, england+ ambitious, calm, compassionate- competitive, abrasive, guarded, quiet

the siblings grew up on the street together, their mother was lost in her own head and focusing on her next fix too much to keep them together. so, nora took charge from a young age, guarding blake with a fierceness that shouldn’t have to be employed by a child. they hid in abandoned buildings and scavenged until they were finally collected by child protective services one winter, seperated long enough for blake to become absolutely inconsolable, begging for his sister who sat there stone faced, clinging to her brother the minute they were reunited.

they were lucky that blake was so affectionate, so smiley despite it all, because they were adopted fairly quickly by a couple that desperately wanted children of their own. they found the son they always wanted in blake and treated nora hesitantly, often leaving her to her own devices in their massive house that felt wrong to her for so many years. it wasn’t a home, it couldn’t be hers. she and her father shared careful, clipped conversations over coffee while her brother ran free with his newfound support and love. but most importantly, this was when the siblings were introduced to fashion, the high end brands filled their closet in a way that made nora have a panic attack the first time she saw the price tags. she always felt like an imposter in them -- but who better to appreciate them than someone who never dreamed of touching them much less owning them?

when nora was leaving for university for journalism and design, blake was scouted by his first modeling agency. while she was writing paper after paper, he was flying between fashion weeks all over the country winning the hearts of designers who realized that there was something else there, something much more valuable than a beautiful face. she’s cold and calculating where he is sweet and gentle, but together they churn out work with a careful, controlled veracity. they’ve reached the top without even trying -- without deserving it -- and it makes nora’s skin itch. she still locks her clothes away when she leaves for work, kicking off her heels underneath her desk while blake plasters on the smile for the interviews and casting calls. sometimes it feels like it’s going to be ripped away in a moment, and they’re so protective of each other because this world is different than the one that they grew up in, the one that nearly killed them. they know that they could be eaten alive here, it’s a different type of fear.

[ofmusingsxandmayhem-a]

C O N T     from      @wildstcrs     (X)

Nick’s eyebrows raised when he heard the response, realising that the reason he felt as though he’d been hit by a bus was, well, because he had been. 

“Oh... Right.” He settled in a seated position in the bed, feeling his cheeks turn pink when the man by his bedside told him that he ‘looked good’ even though it was swiftly clarified. “Thanks... I guess I have to do my best to look good even in the worst situations.” he replied, chuckling. 

“You’ve got a dog?” he asked, smiling softly as his eyes drifted over what he could see of his own body, taking in the little pieces of gauze and the bandage on his hand and wrist. “I, uh- sorry, what was your name? I don’t think I asked... Or if I did, I don’t remember.” 

[ssssssteph]

@wildstcrs

   “did you want to go hang-out with my family this weekend? they’ve been asking about you.”

[drcplets]

text; 👅

KEEGAN: hey daddy

KEEGAN: can't sleep

[summcrshcndy]

@wildstcrs

smiling at his wife as she knocked at his office door, bennett was happy. and it was unusual for him to be sitting at his desk with a smile on his face. standing up and opening the door, he greets her with a kiss on the forehead. “well this is a w f u l l y unexpected.” making his way back into the office, bennett presses the shut down key on his computer. “i’ll take a long lunch. we’ll go somewhere good, okay? REALLY good. i feel like i never get to see you anymore.”

[illuminatethesehcpelessplaces]

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This shouldn’t be happening. He complains plenty to Marlene for shoving him back in the closet, but the real problem is who’s in the closet with him. Remus, too close for comfort and smelling like cinnamon and alcohol. “What shit do you think they’re planning?” he asks, none of his usual bravado in his voice. He’s aching and it’s obvious.

[fineliines]

imessage to 😳

alex: so i thought if i bought a planner i'd be able to just keep myself organized in 2019

alex: and i show up to work with my fire ass planner

alex: AND SOMEONE CALLED ME GAY FOR HAVING ONE

alex: 🤧 i can't believe this

[illuminate-these-hopeless-places]

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she doesn’t remember what rest feels like; there is too much to be done, too many bills to pay. it exhausts izzy until her bones are tired and ready to fall apart, but she keeps going. when one job cuts her hours, she takes up another one—this time at a rundown fast food place where the floors are always dirty and the light outside always flickers. the pay is surprisingly good, though, so izzy does her best.

it’s thursday, the end of the dinner rush hour. the tables are littered with hamburger wrappers, french fry bits, and wilted lettuce. izzy is sweeping them up and barely glances at the man that brushes past her to get to one of the sad booths that only holds two people. they’re only sad when it’s just one person. she has to pay attention to him, and his surprisingly attractive face, when she takes his order to him. balancing the tray on one hand and barely stifling a yawn, she walks over to his sad-person booth. “you ordered the number three?”

[sapphickwritesarchive]

wildstcrs replied to your post: i just got accepted for an internship which means...

congrats bb that’s so awesome!!

thank you! i’m so excited! they were only accepting 5 people and over 20 people applied so im really glad i was chosen!

[shootiingstcr]

text 📲 tba.

dora: how much u wanna bet i have three ppl on read rn lmao

dora: today has been long and boring pls entertain me