cracks knuckles i'm home from work and ready 2 be a menace. below is a list of oddly specific and random plots that i'm dying for. if you wanna scream about one/multiple w me, let me know and i'll sprint 🫶🏻

callie was never really a drinker. didn’t bother about the stuff other than at a time like this, when her childhood crush had a new girlfriend that would be joining them at the beach house in a couple of days. she promised herself, swore to herself, that her thing for ellis had long been squashed and forgotten about. which is ironic coming from the girl who was throwing back fruity cocktails at the thought of seeing him with her. not exactly knowing how to handle her liquor they hit her hard and she was already pretty drunk by the time georgia separated from her. thankfully she didn’t totally leave her hanging, arranging for someone to pick her up. what she didn’t mention was that it would be ellis. “elly!” she never normally called him that. “i didn’t know you were coming.” she cooes when he exits the car to help her into the other side. “i know, right? but i can’t completely blame her, that guy was pretty cute.”

Ellis’ expression twisted in faux-disgust as “Elly” left Callie’s lips. “ugh,” he groaned, dragging a hand over stubbled features, fingers pressing at tired eyes, “not you, too." gaze, inevitably, drifted between paved road, ahead, and where Callie was sat in the passenger seat, flushed and loose-limbed, looking entirely unlike herself. typically, it was the other way around: his sister, Georgia, who often required caring for at the end of a drunken night; Callie, often counted on to do the caring. unable to fight the quiet sense of protective frustration he felt toward his sister, for being unable to return the favor, Ellis allowed a disbelieving scoff, at Callie’s defense of her actions, “c'mon, now, don’t encourage her,” he warned, lightly, giving her upper arm a playful nudge. "even I wouldn't bail on you like that." words landed with more weight than intended, causing a palpable silence to settle over what had, until then, passed as comfortable quiet, before he inevitably spoke, again. “at the risk of sounding… totally uncool,” he began, "I didn’t think you really liked to… let loose like this," concern tucked beneath the casualness of his tone, “everything alright?”

it almost felt like ellis was trying to purposely make this harder for her. his smile, the nudge, the way his gaze kept wandering over to her for a brief moment before moving back to the road. teeth gently grip the inside of her cheek when he says that he wouldn’t leave her like his sister had, she knows that he wouldn’t. her mind wanders to the idea of what it would be like to go out with him in a different way. having him next to her as something other than her bestfriend’s older brother or the family friend she spent every holiday with. “i mean, i usually don’t but georgie showed me this reeeaally good drink. a blue.. something. with pineapple and those cute little umbrellas. you should’a had one with me.” she says with a loopy grin. “it helped get my mind off this weekend.”

for @scftlys

“discreet? as in how discreet you were with that blonde the other night? pretty sure they could have heard you half way to the moon.”

[  PUBLIC  COMMISSION  :  ANTONIO CIPRIANO  GIF  PACK  ]

[  PUBLIC  COMMISSION  :  BELMONT  CAMELI  GIF  PACK  ]

callie was never really a drinker. didn’t bother about the stuff other than at a time like this, when her childhood crush had a new girlfriend that would be joining them at the beach house in a couple of days. she promised herself, swore to herself, that her thing for ellis had long been squashed and forgotten about. which is ironic coming from the girl who was throwing back fruity cocktails at the thought of seeing him with her. not exactly knowing how to handle her liquor they hit her hard and she was already pretty drunk by the time georgia separated from her. thankfully she didn’t totally leave her hanging, arranging for someone to pick her up. what she didn’t mention was that it would be ellis. “elly!” she never normally called him that. “i didn’t know you were coming.” she cooes when he exits the car to help her into the other side. “i know, right? but i can’t completely blame her, that guy was pretty cute.”

can’t help the expression that appears on her face at the others dismissal, he could have at least acted like he cared. eyes flicker up from her top, about to ask him to grab her some napkins, when she recognizes him. it’s slow at first—the longer she looks the more comes back to her. the summer spent in the beach town her family vacationed at, the boy she spent practically all of that time with. the one who made her feel so nervous but also completely at home, days spent in the blazing sun and the salty waves. the first person she ever kissed, like really kissed. maybe even loved. leaving him behind tore her apart and the fact that he was standing in front of her now is something she can’t completely wrap her head around. “atticus?”

“what am i doing here? what are you doing here?” she never thought she would see him again, let alone at her school. her attention has completely fallen away from her wet shirt and is solely focused on him. he both looks the exact same and totally different. matured. she wonders what he’s been doing all these years, how he’s been, how he ended up here and so far away from that beach town, if he ever thought of her after she left. a million thoughts and questions whizzing by.

・・・・・ closed for @scftlys

marriage was something that was never on sloane’s radar. in fact, if it was anything like her parents’, she would have done anything to avoid it. which makes it painfully ironic that she has a pretty diamond sitting on her ring finger with a fiancé to match. the product of something her parents cooked up with his, something that was mutually beneficial for both parties. she was promised it would only be for appearances and that she wouldn’t actually have to spend very much time with the man but like a lot of things her family told her, that wasn’t the complete truth. she started seeing dante early on. escaping to his condo when she needed it most, finding comfort in his arms and.. other things. she knew she shouldn’t have been doing it and that only made her want to do it more. she doesn’t quite know what to do with them in the same room together, throwing back glasses of champagne to calm her nerves. he was slick with the way he approaches her and pulls her to the side. she inhales a sharp breath when his lips wrap around her finger, knees feeling weak when he sucks. she falls into the feeling for a moment before snatching her hand back. “are you crazy? literally anyone could see us.”