#sunliights

"baby, you know i love you taking pictures of me but at some you're going to have to stop and enjoy being out!" or, you know, just take a quick break and then get back to picture taking later. cecilia herself needs to have an opportunity to take pictures of her darling wife while on their little trip as well so this could very well be the first excuse. "oh! look at this gorgeous park! should we get some gelato and walk around??"

How shrewd of her!

he's so fucking PISSED OFF it feels unmanageable. and sure, tyler's never really had a great handle on their feelings. hell, that's why they're in a rock band in the first place. to get through all of the complications in the hellscape that was his emotional well being. "you arseholes could do that anywhere. and i was here first." it's childish, but their blood is boiling as they look at the two of them, wrapped around each other. they try to suppress the self satisfied feeling that washes over them when she unwraps herself from the drummer. "nothing. i'm peachy." he replies sarcastically.

it's like her to be restless. of everyone that could've gotten randomly stuck in a small town it had to be her , no wonder it always felt like she was an outcast. an misfit with a misfit group of friends , all of them held together by the same thing — how hard it felt to stay put. it felt like the only one that ever really understood was eden , only a couple years older than her but stuck just as much as she was. she'd come by the shop every now and again , help out , gossip , and eventually they'd talk about the fantasies. just leaving , going somewhere else. " i don't know how you do it , " she said , helping lock up the front door. she'd work there for free any day , not like she had anything better to do. besides , she wasn't alone. " owning this place. not that i don't think y'don't do a good job but , it feels like putting roots down , y'know ? " walking over to the counter , she let both arms rest as she leaned against it , looking up at her. " thought you wanted to go sometime. didn't think you'd make me do it all on my lonesome. " puppy eyes , because she's joking , but only sort of. a smile peaks through though. // @sunliights

Cameron blinked, caught off guard by the dry edge in Phoebe's voice. He wanted to brush it off, to play it cool like he always did, but something about the way she said it? Like she'd been bracing for disappointment all along? It made it damn near impossible to keep the usual persona up. He let out an amused chuckle, sliding his hands into the pocket of his hoodie. "Yeah, guess I've done something right," he said, lifting his shoulders into a simple shrug. "But you know, you look... Exactly how I remember. Like nothing's changed at all, and maybe that's the problem." Cameron awkwardly ran his hand over the back of his neck, more out of nerves than anything else. "I don't know if I'm supposed to be proud or sorry to see you." He briefly glanced away for a second, then met Phoebe's eyes again... The same ones he never got tired of looking into in the past. "Meet and greet fee? Nah, I'm pretty sure you get the exes discount... But I can't promise it's gonna come with any refunds." He gave her a little teasing smile before allowing another small fit of amused laughter to escape. "I'm not here to sell you anything, Phoebe. Just... Didn't expect to see you after all this time, I guess."

archie watched heather as if she was creating a work of art. she had a handle of his cock in a way that had his jaw dropped. he needed her, and like a dog he was at her beck and call. he would be pathetically enamored with her for a very long time, and whenever she wanted to use his dick to get back at her boyfriend? he'd let her. "i-i think you might make me cum if you keep doing that," he stately plainly, slight shake to his voice. but he stayed still despite the teasing, not wanting to disappoint her or push her past what she was comfortable. but she made him feel like an insatiable animal, and once she allowed him inside of her .... he'd shift into what she seemed to need.

utterly confused, winter continued to look at the bouquet like it was a foreign object. maybe explosive. obviously, both of them were expecting two separate outcomes that evening. she’d expected, at best, a decent makeout turned handsy. at worst? boring small talk over wine and crackers. she hadn’t expected someone showing up with heartfelt intentions and botanicals. still, she didn’t flinch. not even when she stood half-naked in a silk robe with absolutely no bra on. "i guess you could say that," she muttered in response. what exactly do you call this if not old-fashioned? she thought, brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "look, you’re fine, i’m fine," she said, turning her head to half-heartedly confirm that her living area was presentable. "if i’d known this was, like, a date-date," she emphasized, "i would’ve worn actual clothes." she frowned slightly as some guilt began to creep in. "do you want some coffee?" winter asked suddenly, pushing open the door, stepping aside so her date could enter.