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bold habits that your muse has / italicize occasional habits.

nail biting | throat clearing | lying | interrupting | chewing the ends of pens | smoking ( weed, not tobacco ) | swearing | knuckle cracking | thumb sucking | muttering under their breath | talking to themselves | nose picking | binge drinking | oversleeping | snacking between meals | skipping meals | picking at skin | impulse buying | talking with their mouth full | humming/singing to themselves | chewing gum | leg jiggling | foot tapping | hair twirling | whistling | eye rolling | licking lips | sniffing | squinting | rubbing hands together | jaw clenching | gesturing while talking | putting feet up on tables | tucking hair behind ears | chewing lips | crossing arms over chest | putting hands on hips| rubbing the back of their neck | being late | procrastinating | doodling | shredding paper | peeling off bottle labels | forgetfulness | running hands through hair | overreacting | teeth grinding | nostril flaring | slouching | pacing | drumming fingers | fist clenching | pinching bridge of nose | rubbing temples | rolling shoulders

tagged by: @savedtime ( kinda I stole it lmao )

tagging: @immobiliter ( mini! ), @troubleinspades ( giselle! ), @etchedinfire ( piper! )

#(( ;brook:about ))

[ofsugarandice]

RULES: Bold the statements that apply to you, italicize your aspirations.

AIR. I have small hands • I love the night sky • I watch small animals and birds when I pass them by • I drink herbal tea • I wake to see dawn • The smell of dust is comforting • I’m valued for being wise • I prefer books to music • I meditate • I find joy in learning new truths from the world around me

FIRE. I don’t have straight hair • I like to wear ripped jeans and overalls • I play an organized sport • I love dogs • I am not afraid of adventure • I love to talk to strangers • I always try new foods • I enjoy road trips • Summer is my favorite season • My radio is always playing

WATER.  I wear bracelets on my wrists • I love the bustle of the city • I have more than one set of piercings • I read poetry • I love the sound of a thunderstorm • I want to travel the world • I go to sleep past midnight most days • I love dimly lit diners and fluorescent signs • I rewatch kids’ shows out of nostalgia • I see emotions in colors not words

EARTH.  I wear glasses • I enjoy doing the laundry • I am a vegetarian or vegan • I have an excellent sense of time • My humor is very cheerful • I am a valued advisor to my friends • I believe in true love • I love the chill of mountain air • I’m always listening to music • I am highly trusted by the people in my life

AETHER. I go without makeup in my daily life • I make my own artwork • I keep on track of my tasks and time • I always know true north • I see beauty in everything • I can always smell flowers • I smile at everyone I pass by • I always fear history repeating itself • I have recovered from a mental disorder • I can love unconditionally

tagged by: @troubleinspades

tagging: i’ve still got two more of these to answer for but it’s gonna be the same thing, if you wanna do this STEAL IT FROM ME AND DO IT ( but also tag me so I can see it cause I like this one )

#(( ;alice:about ))

[ofsugarandice]

Chris Evans in Before We Go (2014)

#blake:face

[ofsugarandice]

ᴊᴀᴄǫᴜᴇʟɪɴᴇ ʀᴏᴜssᴇᴀᴜ

          if she caught the look in the reflection of the mirror, jacqueline made no allusion to it. she took another moment to check her appearance, smoothing out certain spots on her skirts and tugging at one strand of hair that was simply far too rebellious to remain pulled back. when it once again came untucked, she gave up on it. if these high society folks had a problem with one untamed strand of hair, she’d tell them all to go to hell — or at least she’d think it, since that would topple their entire plan of blending in.

          ❛ only heart i’m aimin’ to break tonight is yours, tommy boy, ❜ she shot back, flashing a smirk as she turned and reached out, patting his cheek gently with the palm of her hand. she was aware of how ridiculous a claim that was, considering that of the two of them, thomas was most definitely the heartbreaker. not of her heart, of course; she was far too smart to fall for his tricks. 

          ❛ you remember the plan, then? ❜ they’d gone over it practically a hundred times, but the familiar tingling of nerves in the pit of her stomach compelled her to double check once more. it was always quite the thrill, planning a heist of sorts, even more so when they were stepping into the lion’s den to do so. but the jewel she’d heard about would be worth thousands, and if they could find it and steal it, she’d have a ship and a crew of her own in no time.

          ❛ i just need some guarantee that i can sneak out of the ballroom and find that bloody jewel. probably connected to some string of diamonds or something. ❜ she shifted, noticing with growing discomfort how truly restricting the corset around her torso was. ❛ remind me to have you cut this bloody thing to shreds later. ❜

         The touch on his cheek was anything but tender, but for a moment his body yearned to lean into it.  Instead, Thomas managed to roll his eyes and give her a look as if she was ridiculous.  He’d ignore how his heartbeat quickened over the sight of her silhouette shaped by high society’s fashion or the sight of her cleavage, ample, revealed.  He’d turn a blind eye to anything that’d pull him from the mission at hand: locate the very expensive jewel, one whose split price would still offer Jaqueline what she needed to procure a ship and crew as well as pay him and his crew a pretty penny.

         Thomas nodded, business again as Jaqueline turned to it.  “My men are posted in the shadows of the garden, if we have any trouble they’ll cause a distraction big enough to get us clear.”  For a moment he considered telling her there was a sliver of a chance he might be recognized, but the words died away as he met her eyes.  What would she think of him?  To know where he’d come from?  The life he’d lived before finding freedom in piracy…

         Why did he care?  Telling her would be the right thing to do, give her a moment to reflect on their plan and see if anything should be changed, but Thomas couldn’t do it.  He so badly wanted to ignore that this was where he’d come from and, in another life, it was where he would have wound up.  Lord Miles Sisson’s bastard boy.

         His inner war was disrupted by her comment concerning how uncomfortable her corset was and a dangerous, all too frequent smile was immediately on his mouth, blue eyes bright.  “You won’t need to remind me,” he murmured in a low voice, giving his thick black brows a wiggle the moment she looked at him, “I’ll be dying to do that all night.”  He winked and straightened, gesturing to the door.  “After you, my lady.”

@etchedinfire·

#ᴅᴇᴠɪʟs ᴀɴᴅ sᴄᴏᴜɴᴅʀᴇʟs ( thomas v.piracy ) #etchedinfire: jacqueline rousseau #( he's so dumb and so in love what an idiot )

[ofsugarandice]

ᴊᴀᴄᴋ sᴘᴀʀʀᴏᴡ

      “Well — I see no call for anyone to stand on ceremony, as it were.”

      Cocking his head with a grin threatening to break from ear to ear, Jack was quick to follow suit, meeting Thomas’ saluting gesture before he too took a swig from his tankard. He probably ought to have exhibited more restraint, paced himself so that he didn’t lose his head too quickly, but with such charismatic company and forward conversation, he deemed the extra rum necessary.

      “Mm. Hear anything good? Fearsome? Notorious?”

      It was always good to remain abreast of the latest stories to be circulating of him ( not to mention amusing to learn of how exaggerated and grossly misinterpreted some of them had become ). Having a legend and myth did have its downsides, chief among them being the fact that they were difficult to control. His name almost existed as an entirely separate being, independent of his actions and influence and prone to spreading far and wide, even without his help.

      The smile on his face grew somewhat enigmatic as Thomas spoke of his own name, a promise, almost, that Jack would begin to hear it spoken from port to port during his travels. It was an intriguing prospect, one that certainly piqued Jack’s interest, encouraging him to spare this man more attention than he might any other rogue or reprobate in this port ( there were, after all, dozens of them here: finding those that stood out was the trick ).

      “And what might those be, then? Or do you deliberately withhold them in order to keep your suitor wanting?”

         A humored noise grunted in his throat, behind closed lips, as he rolled his eyes to add to the dramatics.  “I’ve heard some good things,” his gaze hung over the captain’s face and his smile twisted as though he shared a secret he wouldn’t be able to keep much longer, “but mostly a lot about debts and ill-gotten transgressions, or withheld information about wild treasures.”  A wink, and he threw back another decent slug of the liquor in his tankard.

         Inspired by his conversational partner ( someone to match his wit, who didn’t seem to shy from playing with ones words ), Thomas squinted with thought and let his eyes pull away from Jack and to the raucous crowd around them.  He didn’t pay much attention to the red, laughing, drunken sea of faces but pretended he was before his shoulders lifted and fell in a quick shrug.  “If I wet your thirst completely, what’s to bring you coming back for another drink?”  Here, those blue eyes narrowed in on Jack and locked with those dark eyes lined with kohl.  “Or, maybe what I give quenches the thirst better than anyone else could ever do, leaving you longing for a taste any time you feel even a pinch of thirst.”

         He smiled – broad, charming, cocky – and took another swallow, running his tongue over his lips to suck back what little drops tried to cling to his mustache.  “Wouldn’t you like to know which it is?” 

#ᴅᴇᴠɪʟs ᴀɴᴅ sᴄᴏᴜɴᴅʀᴇʟs ( thomas v.potc ) #trickstercaptain #( hey remember this thread from literally forever ago???? #yEAH IF YOU WANNA DROP THIS FEEL FREE lmfao #but I finally went deep back into my drafts and thomas was like !!!! )

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ᴅᴏᴄᴛᴏʀ ᴘɪᴘᴇʀ sᴜᴛᴛᴏɴ

        She chuckled to herself, happy to have some appreciation shown for her own jokes ( she was quite proud of them, after all ). But the amusement wavered a little as the conversation took a more serious turn  —  not that she minded. Blake may have been worried about “harshing the vibe” ( she made a mental note to tease him for using that phrase later ), but Piper had never really been one to avoid serious topics of conversation. It was all a part of life. Besides, hadn’t she expected some more somber conversations when she’d offered her number to him? It was only natural after such a sudden and unexpected loss, and better he talk to her about it than keep it all bottled up.

        TO:  BLAKE YOUNG         Uh huh… I could see how schmoozing would be one of your greatest         strengths. Let me guess, you send everyone gift baskets? And here I         thought I was special. 😉

        If you can dream it, you can do it!! ✨Isn’t that the saying? Not sure         that’s a goal you’d want to aspire to, though.

        We are, yeah. My brother lives out in New York, so I don’t get to see         him as often as I’d like, but I spend a lot of time with my sister and her         family. We got really close after my mom died a couple years ago and         we realized we were on our own.

        It happens… It’s easy to get caught up in what’s going on in your own life.         Even easier to assume that you’ll always have tomorrow to talk to someone.         And no matter how much time you have with the people you love, it’ll never         be enough. 

        I probably can’t be a proper judge, and forgive me if I’m overstepping,         but I’m sure your sister loved the time you two did have together. 

         How long had it been since Blake had enjoyed a real, deep connection with someone? Especially a woman, no less.  How long had it been since he’d let the blinders fall away and faced his fears, his pain, and all his shortcomings?  It was difficult, but easier with Piper.  She made it easy.

         There were so many things he wanted to tell her, but they were likely inappropriate considering the situation.  Blake wanted to tell her she wasn’t like any woman he’d met in a long, long time.  Blake wanted to tell her when he’d bought her the gift basket, he’d taken time to hand-select every pastry that went into it.  Blake wanted to tell her he wished he could have seen her face when she read the card and found out it was from him.  Blake wanted to tell her he fought back and forth over sending flowers, too.  But he didn’t because at the end of the day, boyfriend or no ( he was still convinced she must have one ), the truth was Blake didn’t deserve someone like Piper in his life.  He’d done nothing to deserve someone like her.

         TO: DOCTOR PIPER SUTTON          You’re not overstepping… you might actually be the          only person I’ve talked to about this.  Everyone I know,          I know through work and they’re so wrapped up in work          they can’t take five minutes to try and understand me when          I try and talk about this stuff.  It’s just not our style I guess.

         It’s good you’re close with your siblings.  I’m sorry to hear          about your mom, that must have been really hard.

         I just wish I could have been there more, but I guess that’s          what everyone thinks when someone leaves them so abruptly.            I turned my back on my family for the most part.  Skipped a          lot of Christmases, thanksgivings, sent cards and money          thinking that’d make up for me being absent.  Ignored calls.            Any way I could be a bad, absent brother or son, I pretty much          was.  I got worse after our parents passed.  I couldn’t handle it.

         It’s too late to do anything about it now, except be there for          Addison… so I’m going to do everything I can not to mess that          up.  Even if it means an entire lifestyle change and career change.            I can’t mess this up.

#blake modern verse tag #etchedinfire #etchedinfire: piper sutton #( shit.... she got him to open up SO EASY THO #ugggghh I love these kids sfm #i cant wait for them to meet up at the little carnival thing!!!!!! )

[ofsugarandice]

Independent Multi-muse 

ft. muses from Smallville, Black Sails, Pirates of the Caribbean, and more…

#⥼♥⥽❘❙❚ ɪs ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴛᴏᴛᴀʟ sᴄʀᴇᴀᴍɪɴɢ ɢᴇɴɪᴜs ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴏᴜɴᴅs ᴍᴏᴅᴇsᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀ ᴛɪɴʏ ʙɪᴛ sᴇxʏ? ( .promo ) #( !!! honestly? ace takes characters most people wouldn't touch and brings them to life #never apologizing for their flaws but baring the soul of these characters and showing their depths #and that's talent )

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trickstercaptain:

      An inn. Jack spared the corridor another curious look, eyeing the row of doors, trying to reconcile it with what he knew to be a hotel, such as those he regularly intruded upon from town to town and looted for his own amusement. But despite the woman’s assurances, something still didn’t sit right with him. It felt too similar to somewhere he’d been before, images that were frustratingly just out of his reach – but while they were currently inaccessible he’d simply have to trust what she had told him.

        Her next suggestion wasn’t so easily accepted. “If you really want to go out there then be my guest, love, but I won’t be joining you. Nothing but death everywhere you look.” The world was in chaos; Jack might not have fully understood why, just yet, but he was smart enough to know to get away from it all. Former comrades and acquaintances of his were rounding people up for slaughter, it seemed – the whole thing had the air of a warzone about it.

       Gun still poised in her direction, Jack edged over to the door she’d just closed behind her, experimentally testing it to see if it was locked. When the handle wouldn’t budge, Jack turned his attention back to her, voice and manner so casual that it would be easy to mistake him for being back in the park, not wandering the bunkers in the facility. “I will, however, be much obliged if you’d hand me your key.”

         This encounter was sobering her up quickly, which was the last thing Brook wanted to be.  Nothing but death?  Though he pointed his pistol her way, Brook glanced past him and down the long stretch of quiet hallway that’d eventually lead to stairs or an elevator.  Quiet.  When had everything gotten so quiet?

         The host moved and Brook, careful not to aggravate him, pressed back against the wall and shimmied her body from the door to allow him access.  “What do you mean it’s all death up there?”  Fuck, she wished she’d paid closer attention to which narrative was which when it came to the hosts.  She knew the ones that ended in death well enough and had spent months cursing when assigned to the very edges of westworld, but this host’s face alluded her.  Maybe he was malfunctioning?  If Brook got back into her room she could patch through to the body repair unit, report a missing host and get some back-up to come fetch him.

         It was worth the risk of a superior sweeping by and catching her with an unaccounted for host in her room.

         “I’ve got a better idea.”  She said, forcing a smile that melted a little easier over her lips before she wiggled her eyebrows and pulled the key ( flat, keycard ) out of her jean pocket and waved it in front of the door’s sensor.  With a turn and a push, the door swung open and she gestured inside.  “Welcome to my humble abode...”  Whether he wanted her to go first and he’d follow or vice versa didn’t matter to Brook, as long as she slipped inside and made her way to the communication system and reported this strange mistake.

         She wasn’t one of the higher-ups, leaving her room to be fairly simple.  Bed, television set, attached washroom.  A few shelves.  Brook wasn’t a fairly neat person, and piles of clothes ( both clean and dirty ) littered the floor along with random objects such as books, movies, her wallet, keys, trinkets from home and the like.  She shot a gaze toward the bed ( under was a box filled to the brim with weed, glass pipes, papers, and filters that’d get her banned for good if any of her superiors found it ).  “If it’s so scary out there,” she tried cleverly, inching along the outer rim of the room toward the phone, “maybe you should just hang out here for awhile?”

#ᴍᴀʀᴋᴇᴅ ʙʏ sᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴀʟ ( brook v.ww ) #trickstercaptain #( i'm so sorry this post is so rambly lmfao I swear I'm TRYING to keep things short )

[ofsugarandice]

when you’re rping with your partner and things get so out of hand you’re just watching your characters do their own thing and not at all what you intended like

#IM DYING #LMAOOOOO #OMG JEN #this is US #⥼♥⥽❘❙❚ ɪ ʟᴇғᴛ ᴍʏ sᴜɴɢʟᴀssᴇs ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ. ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏsᴛ ᴏғ ᴍʏ ᴅɪɢɴɪᴛʏ. ( .the mun ) #⥼♥⥽❘❙❚ ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡɪɴ ᴀɴᴅ sᴏʟᴠᴇ ᴄʀɪᴍᴇ ( .the noel to my russell; jen. )

[ofsugarandice]

one of these days I’m honestly going to push myself to answer every ask waiting for me and ya’ll are gonna get responses from things you sent in like a year ago because i’m legit that terrible of a person.

#⥼♥⥽❘❙❚ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴍʏ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ ( .ooc ) #( its a fucking blessing you guys still write with me lmfao #i'd have dropped my ass a LONG time ago )

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ʜᴏʟʏ sʜɪᴛ ɪᴛs ᴀ ʜᴏsᴛ

      It was like nothing Jack had ever seen before. Or perhaps it was. He couldn’t tell, and the disconnect in his brain as he wandered along this industrial corridor was almost overwhelming. He’d wandered here in the hope that it would provide refuge from the chaos unfolding outside in the open ( Ford’s new, guest-killing narrative having thrown him off his ordinary loop ), but the sinking feeling that this place left in the pit of his stomach had him wanting to find a way out as soon as possible. 

     What he hadn’t counted on was encountering another person in this maze of tunnels. Stopping in his tracks, Jack at first didn’t say a word, watching her with a blankness to his expression – but then his keenly programmed survival instinct kicked in, and he reached for his gun. He had no intention of shooting a defenceless young woman ( once again, that was in his code ), but it made him feel more in control. ‟ What is this? ”

         An itch at her memory.  His face... Brook squinted bleary, slightly red eyes and studied it.  Studied him.  A name still couldn’t be placed, but Brook could swear she’d seen him somewhere before.  There were thousands of delos employees and an innumerable amount of guests, but neither of those assumptions felt right.

         The fast movement of his hand jumping to pull his gun free made her jump and flatten her back against the door she’d just closed.  “What the fuck man?!”  A yelp.  Her elbows at her side, Brook put both hands up, palms-out.  Surrender.  “Holy fuck are you...”  Her voice failed her but her eyes widened, face a mask of confusion mounting to fear.  He was a host.  A fucking host was down in the employee quarters.  Who’d let him get this far?  Brook’s dark eyes fell to the gun and she exhaled.  It’d hurt like a bitch, but it wouldn’t kill her ( or so she thought ).

         She knew the faces of so many hosts.  Their bodies.  How many had she drug, cursing under her breath at their very real weight, back to the compound for the body technicians to repair?  This face she surmised she must have seen before ( he was handsome, too, as most hosts were ), but not enough to have memorized.  “What are you doing back here, man?”  She peeled herself away from the door and glanced at his gun, cautiously, before she rested her weight and frowned at him.  It was only then she remembered he’d asked a question and shook her head, lifting a hand and frowning as she gestured down the impossibly long hallway and closed doors.  “Uh... this is... a hotel - an inn.  Kind of.”

         Brook glanced past him and jerked her chin in the direction.  “We should probably get you back to...wherever you’re supposed to be though, right?”

#ᴍᴀʀᴋᴇᴅ ʙʏ sᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴀʟ ( brook v.ww ) #trickstercaptain #( lmfao I'm so excited for this? #she's like 'damn he cute oh shit right he has a gun and he shouldnt be back here priorities brook priorities' )

[ofsugarandice]

ᴅᴏᴄᴛᴏʀ ᴘɪᴘᴇʀ sᴜᴛᴛᴏɴ

        She laughed at his joke, shaking her head. It was a silly joke to make, but that only made her appreciate it even more. Piper contemplated her answers, all the while smiling at her phone. Truthfully, this conversation was the highlight of her day ( granted, her day hadn’t been particularly eventful to begin with ). With a thoughtful smile, Piper resettled herself under the covers and, once comfortable, started to type.

        TO:  BLAKE YOUNG         Salty mac and cheese… now there’s an idea.

        You should really try to get that good stuff though. It’ll make you         wonder why you ever stopped eating it in the first place. And Addison         will love you for it.

        You’re still in the growing pains stage. I’m sure you’ll get settled in and         start a routine. Unless a new career is what you want. With jokes like yours,         you could always go to clown school. 😂

        In all seriousness, though, what else would you be interested in?

        Like I said, boring night. All the time in the world. 😄

        To be honest, I don’t really know if there’s one thing that made me want         to be a pediatrician. I’ve always loved kids. Sometimes I prefer them to         adults 😝 I guess I was always kind of taking care of my brother and         sister when we were growing up and realized I had a knack for it. Aaand          the rest is history.

         A loud, sudden laugh caught him off-guard.  Blake blinked, but the smile couldn’t be budged from his mouth.  Not when another message zoomed in shortly after her joke about clown school and the three little dots indicated she was still typing to answer back.  Blake watched them float almost eagerly, soaking in the ease of this conversation versus the chaos of the world outside it.  The more they shot messages back and forth, the more he thought she must surely be in some sort of relationship.  Not only was she drop-dead gorgeous, but she was funny, quick, and clearly smart.

         He wouldn’t feel guilty, though, and couldn’t.  Not when he was enjoying himself.

         TO: DOCTOR PIPER SUTTON          Hahahaha 🤡 The doctor’s got jokes!!  

         I’m not sure honestly...  A lot of my job is schmoozing, so I guess          that’s one of my biggest qualifications 😜  I went into it right out          of college and I’m good at it, but it just takes a lot of time and          traveling.  I only spent a few nights a week at my place before all          this.

         Wow...  That’s really awesome.  Can I be you when I grow up?

         Are you and your siblings still close? Not to harsh the vibe, but          I wish I’d spent more time with my sister.  I didn’t really take          family that seriously... just lived a really fast pace life and took it          all for granted.

#blake modern verse tag #etchedinfire: piper sutton #etchedinfire #( im feeling so many things rn )

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ɢɪsᴇʟʟᴇ

@ofsugarandice || Joseph

          When the song ends it’s Giselle that’s cheering the loudest, skin covered by a light sheen of sweat. To say she’s danced her ass off from the start of his set until the end is quite the apt description, the bottle of water she’d bought killed long before he had wrapped it up. She waits her turn as he’s swarmed by his crew, congratulatory daps, hugs, and claps on the back given. The moment his arms are free she’s launching herself into them, hugging him as tight as she can. Never mind the fact that they’re both sweaty messes.

                    “ That was surreal! ” She shrieks in her elation and excitement before pulling away, beaming up at him like the proud friend she is. “ How do you feel? I’m pretty sure my soul left my body two seconds in. ”

         A set that was actually going to bring him money versus cost him was a godsend and, initially, he’d freaked at the sight of how many people had crowded the venue to hear him play live.  But then his eyes had washed over his best friend and the quick beat of his heart became another reason entirely.

         All the while he played, any time his eyes washed over the audience, they hung over her and the smile which chased certain lyrics would be a touch more real.  Genuine.  His eyes would hang over her and for a minute everything else would fall away, all the dancing bodies around her and the screams flung back at him were gone.  It was the affect his music had on her that mattered.  Nothing else.  No one else.

         Still, he was on a new kind of buzzing high when his set finished and everyone went wild.  Awe pressed over his expression as he rose a fist to the crowd and the smile on his face was innocent.  A boyish joy.  He was finally making it.  His dream, all this struggle, it wasn’t going to be in vain.  Joseph knew better than to count his chickens before they hatched, but this event was a far cry from the quiet coffee shop shows he normally played.

         Everyone came to congratulate him and Joseph could only beam and bob his head in grateful nods before she was there, the one he actually wanted to see.  Whose pride in him meant everything.  Joseph wrapped her in his arms and, holding her close, managed to catch the smell of her perfume beneath the soft layer of sweat clung to her skin.  They pulled away and her smile mirrored his, if not pressing a little higher into his bearded cheeks.

         “I feel on top of the fucking world!!  That was insane!”  He laughed, eyes bright.  “So, you liked it?”  He knew she did - obviously she did - but he loved to hear her say it.

#ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀsᴛʟᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴜɪʟᴛ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴀᴠᴇ ( joseph v.modern ) #troubleinspades #troubleinspades: giselle #( OUR BAAAAAAABIES ahjdfjksdkfdkldf #i promise i'll make him icons soon lmfao )

[ofsugarandice]

ᴅᴏᴄᴛᴏʀ ᴘɪᴘᴇʀ sᴜᴛᴛᴏɴ

        She laughed softly at his threat ( could one be threatened with too many gift baskets? ), shaking her head. Piper wasn’t exactly used to getting gifts for doing her job. Crayon drawings and other such arts and crafts, sure, but nothing as big as the gift basket Blake had sent her. Clearly, he was someone who had money  —  not that Piper cared one way or the other. But the more messages she read, the more it made sense. His was a lifestyle she couldn’t exactly relate to, having been raised by a single mother working two jobs to feed her three children, but at least now she understood his lack of parenting skills a little more.

        Piper shook the thought from her mind, focusing on the more amusing bits of his texts. He had a sense of humor, unlike some of the parents of her patients. Any conversations via text with them would have been short and bone dry. She probably wouldn’t have been eagerly waiting for her phone to buzz for them either.

        TO:  BLAKE YOUNG         And if you keep that up, I’ll end up sick from overeating.🙊

        Wow, you’re right, that sounds like a real snooze fest. 😴 Kidding, of         course! I know a few people who would love to work with NFL players in         any capacity. And I don’t know… imagine all of the people you’re saving         by keeping their favorite players financially squared away. 

        Ah, that lack of conviction will get you every time. And no PhD either?         I’d ask Mrs. Snuggles for her credentials before Addison schedules any         further appointments with her. 😉

        Really? I love to cook. There’s actually a really easy recipe for this one         meal… mac and cheese. Have you heard of it? Kids love it. Some         pediatricians, too.

        In all seriousness… try not to completely load her up on McDonald’s.         Maybe see if you can get some food delivered that actually tastes good. 😜

         She was sweet and easy to talk with.  Immediately after reading each message which flung through lightning-fast, Blake had ten things he wanted to reply with and an easy-going smile on his face.  Suddenly he wasn’t thinking about how stressed he’d been these last few weeks or how he hadn’t the time to actually stop and reflect on what the loss of his sister was doing to him.  He’d subconsciously settled deeper into his couch, pulling his legs up to stretch its length and hold his phone over his face.

         TO: DOCTOR PIPER SUTTON          Hahahaha okay, okay.  I get it, my health-nut diet isn’t exactly tasty.           And I do know what mac and cheese is believe it or not... I just haven’t          had it in years. Well, not the good kind.  More the mimic kind that          makes you cry as you eat it.

         Sometimes though that adds more salt and makes the food taste          waaaaay better.  🤷‍♂️

         There’s an idea... maybe I should just make Addison cry when I          feed her.

         😂 jk jk I couldn’t even let that joke go for a second.

         Thank you for trying to make me feel better about my career choice 😅          It was great for my life before all this, but now I’m not so sure.  Maybe          a career change is in my future.

         What made you want to be a pediatrician?

         ...If that’s not too personal or I’m not taking up your time, haha 

#blake modern verse tag #etchedinfire: piper sutton #etchedinfire #( ahjdfjsdklsd thEYRE SO JUST akfdsklfsd ADORABLE )

[ofsugarandice]

Chris Evans on the set of Gifted 

#blake:face

[ofsugarandice]

ᴅᴏᴄᴛᴏʀ ᴘɪᴘᴇʀ sᴜᴛᴛᴏɴ

        The barrage of text messages didn’t bother her; if anything, Piper was glad to find someone who could talk as much as she did. Besides, it wasn’t as though she was doing anything else at the moment, apart from sipping a glass of white wine. She read through his messages twice, her glass resting at her lips briefly as she tried to ignore the little jolt of  —  what, relief? hope?  —  that came from seeing him mention living the bachelor life. That was silly; she’d met the man once and he was still very much in the grieving stages. Piper shook her head and set her glass down to reply.

        TO:  BLAKE YOUNG

        Omg, no worries! I told you, it’s for anything. That includes just talking, if         that’s what you need. 🤗 Honestly, it’s a welcome distraction from an         otherwise boring night.

        And you’re not crazy, I promise. It’s a lot to take in for anyone, even people         who have had nine months to prepare. You’re taking on a huge task.

        That’s not meant to scare you though!! 😅 I’m just saying, it’s hard and you’re         allowed to admit that and feel that.

        What is it you do for work, if you don’t mind my asking?

        OH! And how is Addison doing? Haven’t run out of band-aids, have you? 😋

         A boring night?  For a split second the Blake who was drug down to earth by misery slipped away and the old Blake, the one who’d eyed a beautiful woman like a conquest, buzzed away.  A woman as beautiful as the good doctor had no business having a boring night.  He hadn’t seen a ring on her finger and she’d told him she didn’t have kids in her last text (in a roundabout way), so what gave?

         It was only then he realized how much information about her he’d already been saving.  Blake blew a hot, low breath of air through his lips and shook his head.  “You’re an idiot, Young.”  The last thing he wanted to think about was his romance life and where having a six-year-old in his house left him with the usual girls he brought home.  Plus, this was Addison’s doctor.  For once in his damn life he was going to do the selfless thing and focus on her importance to Addison and less his interest in her.

         TO: DOCTOR PIPER SUTTON          Keep it up and you’ll get another gift basket sent your way. 

         I’m a financial manager for a few NFL players.  Nothing exciting...          I wasn’t  passionate enough to pursue professional football after          college, but I’m quick with numbers.  I don’t save lives or anything          like you do 😉

         Addison is doing great.  We had a small issue of bandage overuse          when she was playing doctor.  Your stand-in was Mrs. Snuggles,          but I don’t think she was doing you justice.  No conviction, you          know? lmao

         Real quick, how much McDonald’s can a kid ingest in a row before          it’s too much?  Addison isn’t exactly a fan of the low-cal, low-carb,          high-protein meals I have delivered... and I’m not exactly a chef.           Hence the delivered meals. 😅

#blake modern verse tag #etchedinfire: piper sutton #( get a ROOM you two gosh )

[ofsugarandice]

ᴀᴠᴇʀʏ

        Brown eyes trained on him, Avery readjusted herself to get more comfortable after his semi-upheaval of her. A scoff pushed past her lips as she extended a hand, thin fingers running gingerly through his dark hair. “ Oh? Who fed you that delusion? ”  Truthfully, if the world really were up for grabs, there was no one else she would have liked to share it with, but for the sake of banter, she couldn’t exactly say that. “ Times have changed, Matías. Kings are practically out of style. ”  Avery lowered her voice as she leaned in. “ And I don’t share. ”

         The grin he wore turned toothy, slipping up higher on one side than the other.  “I’m never out of style, Archer.”  When her eyes met his he winked, though with his chin dipped to his chest and her closer, only a foot, give or take a few inches, actually separated them.  His breath hitched in his chest and when he inhaled through his nose, smelled her; roses; expensive.  Down his body he felt himself tense as if every muscle in his body seized momentarily, trapped in how attracted he was to her.

         “I'd convince you to share.”  His voice dropped an octave and he leaned, just subtly, barely moving... but it was enough to snap their already close distance even closer.  Matías‘ dark gaze started against hers but dropped, hanging over the shape of those lips he could so clearly remember the feel and taste of.  “I’m very convincing when I want to be.”

#matias verse tag #etchedinfire: avery archer #( T R A S H )