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[keefechambers]

BABY ALERT THE BABIES HAVE LANDED

[jerzwriter]

Mostly Pleasant Surprises 4 / 4 And that's what happened...

This is the final installment of "how they finally got together." 😊 🎊🎈🍾🎊🎈🥳🥳🍾🎊🎈🍾🎊 You have no idea how happy I am that this is finally on 'paper'!

Book: Open Heart (Book 2 Timeline) Pairing: Tobias Carrick & Casey MacTavish (F!MC) Rating: Teen Words: 5,000

Series Summary: It's been months since the chemical attack, and "kind of" exes-turned-friends Tobias & Casey have been stubbornly denying their growing feelings for each other. But when a series of events threatens to come between them, will they find their way back together?

Part 4 Summary: Their friends have given up. Misunderstandings, misassumptions, and good old-fashioned fear lead to turbulence and turmoil for Tobias and Casey, but after a week of no contact, only one of them seems to be hurting, at least on the surface. Tobias is determined to move on, but will his haste put a nail in their coffin or help bring them back together?

A/N: It's finally done!!!!! Did I mention how excited I am? 🥳🥳🥳 I don't care if no one else cares, I CARE, and it's done! My babies deserve this! :) Participating in @choicesmaychallenge24 We've got wine, passion and "Good night, my love."

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Showing up early to work wasn’t out of character for Dr. Carrick, but showing up at 7:00 AM when his shift began at noon could only mean one thing...  he couldn’t sleep. When his good friend, Sasha, realized he was already there at this early hour, she headed to Caffe Bene and purchased two cups of matcha latte. It was her hope that frothy green beverages would be part of a celebration and not something to lift his spirits, but to play it safe, she added his favorite honey bread to her order, just in case comfort food was required. She smiled when she stepped into his office, assuming her worry was for naught when she found him in such good spirits.

“Hey,” she smiled. “I got our favorite!”

“Awesome!” Tobias grinned. “That’s a big improvement over the Lipton tea bag I was about to brew.”

“You’re in a good mood so early in the day,” Sasha noted. “Is there a reason?”

“Sure is! I’ve got a big date on Saturday.”

“Really!” She squealed. “YES! You and Casey finally got your shit together! Now, give me the details! Where are you taking her? It better be someplace nice!”

Tobias took a long sip of his tea and slouched back in his Italian leather chair.

“Who said anything about Casey?”

“You said date... so I assumed... if not Casey... who?”  

“Sophia,” he smiled to his friend’s consternation.

“Sophia? Who the fuck is Sophia?”

“I guess I hadn’t mentioned her. I treated her sister in the ER a couple months back...remember the gymnast from BU?”

“I don’t recall.”

“Her sister broke her leg during practice, and Sophia made it abundantly clear that she wanted to show her appreciation. I never called her because... well... I just didn’t. But last night, I figured, what the hell. Now... Saturday night, it is.”

“Jesus,” Sasha groaned, grabbing a slice of honey bread for herself. “You’ve spent the past eight months talking my ear off about Casey. Why the change up?”

“Because eight months is a long time, and Casey’s made it clear that she doesn’t want me that way. So, I’m done acting like some pathetic, lovesick schoolgirl. I don’t know what came over me to begin with.”

“Oh, that’s easy,” Sasha insisted. “Love, you idiot. Love came over you.”  

“Exactly!” He snapped his fingers. “Something I’ve always done my best to avoid, and it’s time I get back to that.”  

“Tobias...” Sasha groaned.

“Tobias, nothing. This isn’t fun, Sash. All this time hoping for something that will never be, just to get my heart ripped out? Nuh-uh. I want to have fun again, and Sophia... she’s a sight to see. She’s up for partner at WilmerHale, and she’s sexy as hell. Old Tobias would have jumped on that months ago, and new Tobias is lucky dragging his ass didn’t ruin his chances.”

“So you’d rather be with Sophia than Casey?”

“Look... I don’t love Sophia, and I don’t want to. I want to kick back and have fun. Eight months pining over Casey – longest goddamn dry spell of my adult life – nope. I’m done.”

“T,”  Sasha cringed. “I don’t need to know every detail of your life.”

“Trust me, I wish I didn’t know that little stat either! It’s time to get back in the game.”

“Did you even give Casey a chance to explain what you saw?”

“I know what I saw.”

“But it doesn’t sound like Casey at all. And... even if she was on a date... you two weren’t a couple. Tell her how you feel, and I guarantee she’ll forget about this other dude in a nanosecond.”  

He pushed back from his desk, the bravado he was trying so hard to portray beginning to crack.

“Sorry, but after all the time we spent together, all the kisses and her ‘I’m just not ready yet’ professions....”

“Wait! The what?”

“Irrelevant!” He snapped. “If she’d rather be with some mid-white-bread radiologist from Edenbrook, she can have him.”

“Tobias, would you listen to yourself!”

A knock on the door distracted them, and Aurora entered the room, to Sasha’s delight. Feeling the tension, Aurora looked nervously between the two friends and colleagues.

“What’s going on here?”

“Nothing work-related,” Tobias grumbled. “Sasha was just leaving.”

“Tobias, you’re such an idiot!” Sasha turned to Aurora. “Perhaps you can reinforce that after I leave?”

“Uh...he is my boss.”

“And I’m in hospital administration. I can have you transferred to another attending tomorrow.”  

“Really?” Aurora grinned. “We may have to talk.”

“Hey!” Tobias yelled. “She’s my best resident! Emery, sit down! You’re not going anywhere. Goodbye, Sasha.”

After reviewing their morning cases, Aurora silently looked over her notes as Tobias grew increasingly restless. He tapped his pen against his desk incessantly before blurting, “What?”

Aurora looked around in confusion. “What, what?”

“Why don’t you just say what you’re thinking and get it over with.”

“Because I have nothing to say. But if you plan on asking me about Casey, don’t. I’m jumping off the Tobias & Casey train.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means I’m not discussing her with you, nor talking about you with her. You two could drive the sanest person crazy, and I’m done.”

“Fine!”

“Fine.”

But Tobias was anything but fine. No matter how hard he tried to focus he turned to Aurora again after a few minutes of typing jibberish.

“Was Casey all right last night?” he asked out of nowhere. Aurora didn’t even look up from her laptop.

“If you’re so curious, I suggest you call her and ask.”

“I don’t want to talk to her. I just want to know if she’s OK.”

“Then it seems you have a problem. Because, as I said, I got off that train. Especially since you’ve got a date with someone else this Saturday.”

Tobias looked up, stunned. “How... how did you know....”

“Your voice carries Dr. Carrick,” Aurora said, shutting her laptop with a thud. “I could hear you and Sasha talking halfway down the hall.”

“All right, so I have a date. I’m single; what’s wrong with that?”

“Nothing,” Aurora agreed.

“Then, why the attitude?”  

“Because I don’t get you. You’re one of the most intelligent people I know, a brilliant doctor, but when it comes to Casey, you act like a twelve-year-old. I understand this is probably predicated on fear and past issues, but if you don’t talk soon, you’ll both live to regret it.”

“There’s nothing to say; we’re just friends.”

“Fine,” Aurora rose to her feet. “Then don’t ask me about her. I like and respect you, Tobias, but mention Casey again and I’ll be talking to Sasha about that transfer.”

“You wouldn’t,” he challenged as Aurora reached the door.

“Oh no? Try me!”

~~~~~

Saturday night at eight o’clock, Casey was home from work and was eager for her own big plans: sweatpants, the couch, a pint of Haagen Dazs ice cream, and a spoon. Her friends would be there, too, she reminded herself, so it wasn’t that pathetic.

How the past week had dragged at a snail's pace yet also went by in a flash remained a mystery to her. But not communicating with Tobias since Sunday likely inspired the former. This was the longest they had gone without contact since the attack, and while she put on a brave face, it was eating her alive. Seeing his jovial posts on Instagram didn’t help. She took them as reinforcement of what she believed to be true. He didn’t want her. At least not the way she wanted him, and he probably never did. If heartbreak wasn't enough to cope with, feeling like a fool just added insult to injury.

“I really think he’s merely protecting himself,” Sienna stated as the friends tried to agree on a movie. “He’s probably as scared as you are. We all know he cared about you.”

“Cared,” Casey repeated, bringing another spoon of ice cream to her mouth. “Past tense.”

“But that’s not true,” Bryce jumped in. “I ran into him just before he went to Donahue’s. He was heading there to tell you how he felt. I didn’t say anything sooner because you were so upset, but you should know.”

“Really? Then why the 180? He wanted to tell me how much he cared but saw me sitting across the table from Jake and did an about-face? Then he didn’t care as much as he believed.”

“In fairness, you were holding the guy’s hand,” Sienna noted.

“Barely!” Casey snapped. “Besides! He should have known better.”

“Oh, for fucks sake!” Aurora groaned as all turned her way. “Casey, stop it. I swore I wouldn’t reenter the Tobias/Casey drama, but I can’t take this anymore. You’re not exactly innocent either.”

“Excuse me?”

“Maybe Tobias jumped to conclusions because you had been giving him the cold shoulder for a week before he saw you with Jake. He probably surmised that was the reason why!”

“But she only did that because of Audrey’s post,” Sienna defended.

“Yes!” Aurora acknowledged. “Because Casey thought he was on a date with Audrey, but guess what? He wasn’t. But you were quick to believe the worst and wouldn’t give him a chance to explain. Does that sound familiar?”

“I was going to ask him about Audrey's post when we had lunch the next day... but he canceled.”

“You were going to ask him a week later? Casey, I know you’re both scared, but you’re so afraid of getting hurt that you are hurt when you don’t have to be!”

“But he didn’t even let me finish a sentence. Every time I tried to explain, he shut me down!”

“And how many of his texts did you ignore after Audrey’s post?” Bryce asked. “You need to talk to him, Case, before you guys blow this for good.”

“Exactly!” Aurora agreed. “All these games, and now he’s on a real date, and who knows...” she froze mid-sentence, her eyes wide when she realized what she just said.

“A what?” Casey stammered. “A real date? With... with who?”

“OK,” Aurora lamented, rubbing her temples. “I don’t know with whom, but if you refuse to talk to him, you have no reason to be upset if he moves on. If you don’t want him to... talk to him!”  

The pain in Casey’s eyes was visible as she jumped from the couch and retreated to her room... insisting no one follow her. She wasn’t sure why she ran there, though collapsing into bed for a good cry sounded appropriate. She got into position to do just that, but the tears never came. Her emotions were a roller coaster ride she hadn’t been prepared to take. Regret, sadness, anger, and despair shifted inside her by the second, leaving her lost and out of control. The only certainty was another sleepless night ahead, and she couldn’t afford that. Reaching for a Tylenol PM on her nightstand, anger took control once again. She looked at the clock, 11:00. It was early enough. She jumped out of bed and threw on the first clothes she could find, rushing out the door to stealthily evade her friends. Tobias Carrick might be on a date, but when he came home? He was going to have to answer to her.

~~~~~

Tobias looked himself over in his bedroom mirror before heading out for the night. He had to admit... in his black silk long-sleeved Brunello Cucinelli t-shirt and matching chalk stripe trousers, he looked damn good. He slipped on his Burberry overcoat and sprayed one more pump of Oud Wood cologne for good measure, a grin spreading across his face. He still had it, and as he headed out the door for his first date in longer than he cared to admit, that old Carrick confidence was falling into place again.

Sophia insisted on meeting him at Contessa, strongly suggesting that their separate arrivals didn’t dictate how they’d depart if dinner went well. When she arrived, Tobias was already seated at their table, and he had to give her credit; the woman knew how to make an entrance. Her smile lit up the room as she sauntered his way in a spaghetti-strapped burgundy cowl-necked dress that hugged every curve and directed the eye to her most impressive assets. Her dark brown curls framed her face and spilled down over her bare shoulders, and as she got closer, Tobias felt his apprehensions melting away. Perhaps this night wouldn't be so hard after all.

“Tobias,” Sophia smiled as he rose to greet her. Taking his hands in hers, she leaned over and placed a kiss on his cheek. “You look wonderful tonight.”

“Me,” he simpered. “I lost any chance of being the hottest person in this room the second you walked in.”

“That’s OK. I’m fine being on a date with a man who comes in a very close second in that category,” she winked. “Can you handle that, Dr. Carrick?”

“Oh,” he grinned, motioning for the waiter to begin pouring the Volpaia Chianti Classico. “I can handle that and a lot more.”

“Good,” she smirked. “Then let the evening commence.”

Sophia was beautiful and captivating in every way. Her enthusiasm when discussing her quest to make partner at her firm or her little sister’s gymnastic career was endearing. And when Tobias spoke, she listened so intently he felt like the only person in the world. Things were going great... so why couldn’t he shake the sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach? At any other time, he would have thought this date was off to a perfect start, but there was one big difference between this date and all the others in his storied career: this one took place after he had met Casey MacTavish.

Sophia looked over her shoulder when Tobias’s eyes lit up, and he waved at someone seated at the bar.

“I’m so sorry,” he apologized. “That’s a board member from Kenmore. He and I have been playing phone tag for over a week, and I need to touch base with him regarding a grant we’ve been working on. Would you mind if I stepped over to speak with him? I promise I won’t be more than a couple of minutes.”

“Of course not!” Sophia replied. “Trust me, if I see one of the partners that will decide if I’m joining their ranks soon, I’ll ask you to return the favor.”

“Thank you,” he smiled. “I’ll be right back.”

Sophia took a sip of wine and decided to check emails on her phone while she waited. When she reached for her phone, a text came in on Tobias’s, which he left face up on the table. While she wasn’t proud, Sophia did manage to sneak a peek. A local politician’s robotext asking for campaign donations. Benign enough! But her thoughts on the date took a turn when something else she saw piqued her interest.

Tobias returned quickly as promised, apologizing profusely for the interruption. But, ever the attorney, Sophia wasn’t wasting time getting to the point.

“Tobias, I have to ask... are you married?”

“What?” He choked, placing his wine glass back on the table with a shudder. “God, no!”

“Then do you have a girlfriend? Because if you do, I don’t play those games.”

“Sophia, I’m single as can be...trust me. Where is this coming from?”

Knowing honesty was her only option, she tapped a well-manicured nail on his phone.

“A text came in when you were gone, and I saw the beautiful blonde on your screensaver. Who is she? And please, don’t tell me she’s your sister. I won’t believe you, and that would be creepy as hell.”

A line appeared between his brows as he clicked on his phone, and there it was.  

It had been his screensaver for some time, and he never thought to change it. But staring at it now, he was transported to another time as he recalled that day.

It wasn’t long after the chemical attack, and Casey had been having an especially tough day. Even a ride with a promise of ice cream from Honeycomb Creamery in Cambridge couldn't pull her from the darkness she found herself buried in. As they sat in his front seat licking their cones, he told her she could select his new screensaver. Her face lit up in an instant as she grabbed the phone from his hands, playfully sticking her tongue out as she posed. She was delighted with the blurry, off-centered, silly-faced photo and immediately set it as his screensaver.

Tobias loved that picture. Not only did he think she was stunning, but she was happy. For a moment in time, when gloom surrounded her, she found a moment of joy. She was happy... and that’s all he ever wanted for her. In the months that followed, Casey often told him he could change the screensaver, but he had no intention of doing so. Unbeknownst to her, he had made himself a promise. That screensaver would stay in place until it could be replaced by a picture of the two of them... once she was finally his. He didn’t care if it took a year or a decade; he would see it through.

“I guess I should have changed this,” he muttered. “I’m really sorry... I honestly forgot it was still there.”

But it was Sophia’s job to pay attention, and there was no way she could misinterpret his reaction.

“Is she your girlfriend? Or... an ex?”  

“No,” he said sadly. “But I wanted her to be with all my heart.”

He looked up at Sophia, sincerity in his eyes. “We were just friends, close friends... I guess I always hoped we’d become more, but it wasn’t to be.”

“Oh, I see.”

“Even so... I just realized I'm not even close to being over her. I’m really sorry I dragged you into this, but... I need to get over Casey before I can move on with anyone else. I hope you’ll forgive me.”

“At least you’re honest,” Sophia shrugged. “It’s not like you screwed me and ghosted me when regret set in the next morning. So, I have to give you some credit.”  

“I’d never do that,” he said emphatically. But Sophia responded with a smirk.

“Seriously?”

“All right, I would never have wanted to do that,” he grinned. “Well, now that I’ve ruined our date, do you want to call it a night? I wouldn’t blame you if you did.”

“Oh, hell no! You’re still treating me to dinner, Carrick! That’s the very least you can do!”

Tobias handed her a menu with a smile. “That’s more than fair, and please, feel free to order the most expensive items on the menu.”

“I assumed that was a given!” she smiled, reaching over the table to take his hand. “Why don’t we go the friend's route, Tobias. But... if time goes on, and this woman is too foolish to come to her senses and seal the deal with you, let me know when you’re ready. If I’m still on the market, I may give you a second chance.”

“Being friends sounds good,” he replied. “Though you’re quite a catch, I’m sure someone will snap you up before I come around.”

“Well, it will still be nice to have another friend,” she said with a squeeze of his hand.

Tobias looked at their entwined fingers just as they parted. The vision of Casey holding Jake’s hand popped into his mind... and he realized he had been a total fool.

~~~~~

Tobias had walked Sophia home hours before, but the thought of returning to his empty townhome wasn’t remotely appealing. He decided a long walk was in order; it might help with all the thinking he had to do. His mind was in a fog as he meandered down Boston’s gaslit streets, too overwhelmed to notice the dropping temperatures.

Every so often, something pulled him out of his fugue: a honking horn, music from a passing car, or a police siren whooshing by. Those he could handle, but it was the laughter of a couple passing by that sent him reeling. Their arms were wrapped around each other as they whispered sweet nothings into each other’s ears, leaving Tobias frozen in place.

How did things go so wrong? The past few months with Casey had him believing he had grown up, but when it came to matters of the heart, he still had plenty to learn. He didn’t know what the future held for him and Casey, but he knew the time of hiding had come to end. He needed to talk to her, to tell her the truth. No more treading water... it was time to move on, one way or another. He took his phone out of his pocket; it was already 11:30. Too late to start that conversation tonight, but he vowed to call her as soon as he woke up tomorrow. It was time.

He pulled his coat closer as he turned onto his street, his clarity of thought finally making him aware of the cold; he was grateful he only had a half block to go. But as he neared his home, he squinted, trying to make out the blurry figure on his steps. His heart skipped a beat when she came into focus... wearing no more than a sweater and a pair of tights, Casey sat shivering on his front steps. Head buried in her hands, she didn’t see him approach, and she was startled at his words.

“Casey?” He blurted. “What are you doing here?”

“What am I doing here?” she said, jumping to her feet in a visibly emotional state. “I was about to ask you the same thing!”

“Uh... I live here,” he said with confusion.

“I know that!” she snapped. “But you’re not supposed to be here! Or at least, you’re not supposed to be here alone!”

“Casey,” he huffed. “What are you talking about?”

She marched up to him, pounding her hand against his chest. “You had a date!” she fumed. “A freaking date!” Tears welled in her eyes as she continued. “How the hell could you have been on a real date tonight?”

“How did you even know... Aurora...” he grumbled.

“How I know is unimportant! What’s important is that you were on a date!” She struggled to hold back a sob as she continued. “So, how was it? I’m your good friend Casey, right? So you can tell me! Was it fun? Where’d you go? Did you take her anyplace we’ve ever gone together?”

“Casey, stop!” he exclaimed, reaching for her arm. But Casey jolted away as if his touch would sear her.

“No!” She hollered. “Answer me! Who was she? Is she pretty? Did you sleep with her?” She turned on her heel and began to pace, her hands flailing about. “Well, that’s a stupid question!” She spat. “Of course you slept with her! You’re Tobias Carrick!”

“What? What the hell is that supposed to mean?” he chided, with a flash of anger in his eyes.

“You have a reputation, T! Everyone knows you’ve banged anyone you’ve ever dated – and god knows how many you didn’t even bother to date! Oh, everyone except for me, that is! I guess that makes me special, huh? You hear that, Boston?” She declared. “It’s me! I’m the one person Tobias Carrick dated and didn’t fuck! I’m more rare than a goddamn unicorn!”

“Casey, stop it!” He exclaimed. “Yes, I had a date tonight. But it ended before it began and, no... I didn’t sleep with her!”

“You... you didn’t,” she whimpered.

“No! I didn’t!” He said, frustration mounting. But frustration or not, all he wanted to do was scoop Casey up in his arms and never let her go, and it took everything in him not to see that through. He may have been able to ignore his desires, but he couldn’t ignore how her body trembled in the cold. He began to remove his coat, “Casey, you’re shivering; please take....”

“I don’t want your coat!”  

“Then... then come inside and warm up a bit. It’s freezing out here.”

“No! I don’t want to!”

Exasperated, he threw his head back with a groan. “Then what do you want? Why did you come here? To scream at me? Insult me? Because if that’s all you want, I’ll call an Uber to get you home."

“I came here tonight because you were on a date!” She cried. “I was sure you’d bring her home, and I needed to see it with my own eyes.”

“What? Why? Why would you want to do that?”

“Because I love you!” She yelled, the shocked look on her face making it clear she was as surprised by her words as he was.

“You... you... what?”

She wanted to run, but there was no place to go now that the cat was out of the bag. She wiped her nose with her sleeve and summoned the courage to continue.

“I love you, Tobias. I love you.” She said through tears. “And if you don’t love me, then I need to know so I can move on. Because... I love you. I’m sorry I told you like this,” she rambled. “I never wanted to tell you like this, and maybe I shouldn’t have told you at all, but it’s too late now. I... I love you. I’ve loved you for....”

Maybe it was the shock, or perhaps because he moved with the speed of a gazelle, but Casey never saw him coming. Before she knew it, his arms encircled her, their lips came crashing together, and they gave in to the burning passion that had been ignited in them for so long. Neither wanted to let. Letting go might prove that this was just another dream. But this time, the bright smiles on their faces confirmed... they were very much awake. Tobias let out a grunt as their lips came together again, lifting Casey off her feet, she giggled t as he spun her around, placing her back down again against his gate.

“You... you love me?” he gushed, joy radiating from his face.

“I do!” Casey beamed. “I love you so very much.”

“Thank God,” he gasped, pressing his forehead against hers. “Because I love you Casey... I love you so much I swear, it hurts!”

She reached up and caressed his cheek, then his jawbone, gazing into his crystal blue eyes as if she were seeing them for the very first time.

“Love’s not supposed to hurt,” she smiled.

“Then let’s make a deal, from this moment on, you and me... we’re all about love without the hurt. Can we do that?”

“I’m in... I’m in if you are,” she grinned.

“I am SO in! Casey, my date earlier today ended practically before it began because the truth is, I want you and only you.  Today, tomorrow, for the rest of my days.  I want you, Casey Mactavish. I love you... and you have no idea how great it feels to finally say those words out loud.”

“I love you, too,” she cried, pulling him into a fiery kiss that melted the winter’s cold.

Tobias began to chuckle as his hands dropped to Casey's waist. Mid-kiss, Casey pulled back with a smirk.

“Why are you laughing about?”

“If I tell you... you have to promise to not get mad.”

Casey raised a brow and gave him a teasing look. “Oh, you’ve got my attention... you have to tell me now.”

“Having you in my arms... it feels like a dream... but....”

“But?”

“Can I grab your ass, Casey? Because God knows, I’ve been dying to grab your ass. I’ve dreamt about it, and if you’re OK with it....”

“Fine! Fine, fine, fine,” she laughed. “You can grab my ass, Tobias!.”

Without hesitation, he lowered a hand to her left butt cheek and gave a generous squeeze. Casey couldn't help but giggle as a grin spread across his face.

“There! Was that everything you imagined it would be?"

“Everything and more,” he growled.

“So,” she said, after another kiss. “Is that all you/ve been imagining doing with me... or is there more?”

“Oh, hell no,” he laughed. “I have a very active imagination, and that’s just the tip of the iceberg.”

“Well, then,” she cooed, running her fingers down his lapel. “If the offer still stands... can we go inside? Maybe you could show me some of those... other things?”

Casey was right earlier that night—sleep was not to be had—but this time, neither she nor Tobias minded one bit.

Just before the crack of dawn, they lay together in his bed, Casey blissfully sleeping under his protective arm. Careful not to disturb her, Tobias reached for his phone to check the time, and there it was staring back at him... Casey’s goofy screensaver.

He held his sleeping girlfriend closer. No, they hadn’t had that conversation yet, but it was the first thing he planned to do when they woke. But he was confident—Casey was his girlfriend. He pulled her closer and snapped a quick selfie of them, immediately making it his new screensaver—a promise had been kept.

Placing the phone at his side, he rolled over and spooned behind his love, kissing the top of her head, he whispered.

“Good night, my love."

His love. At long last, Casey was his. He was hers. And he fell asleep soundly at her side, knowing that their new life had just begun.

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What designers do you want to see jeonghan wear/etc?

when u start reading this u will understand the despair i felt when tumblr deleted my reply (just as i was finishing the margiela part) But we live… so okay i must warn you this is long and i made collages bc there was way too many pictures i wanted to show… One thing about me i don’t like to half ass things so i really hope you enjoy reading all this 🫶🏻 (this is one of my favorite questions i got asked EVER)

I wanted to start off with Jolo (Jeonghan solo) first just because i have that on my pinterest saved and Ready. You know i envision kind of fallen angel (1004) for one concept and venusian otherworldly beautiful man that it makes you uneasy for the other concept? Okay so first one some of the inspiration (versace ss02, mugler 84, givenchy (by mcqueen) haute couture 1997, mcqueen fw 06, blumarine ss24)

Second one i just think simone rocha all over… it would fit his whimsical looking ass…And this JPG look with the pearls AND the givenchy all white beauty just yes… Oh i adore.

Now let’s get into the Real Question. Need to make it clear that the fashion houses i mention are the ones i love (for myself aka it’s my taste aka the fits you see I ALSO WANT) so yes it’s biased a bit but i do always keep a tab on jeonghan so this is not something i just came up with… TRUST!

first of all i need to start with YSL (i just saw his ig story. Please) bc i BELIEVE that they will make him their muse. i just feel it in my intuitive soul and mind…. Anyway i already posted some looks i want to see him but it doesn’t hurt to get reminded. Sidenote i REALLY need to see him become part of snowflake community (i’m the president ofc) i just need to see him in a pretty šubara it is my right as his slavic woman…

peter do. I need him to hit up jeonghan… it’s possible like jeno walked for him can he please hop over to hybe i have a perfect person in mind…..

alexander mcqueen… that’s kinda a no brainer you know how much i love structured, sleek design of course i would love jeonghan in them too… Imagine his tiny waist in these just magnificent if you ask me…. And the little bunny bag. don’t even get me started on that i have ZERO words

now i know he is a very cozy man and likes his outfits to be baggy so much that you don’t even see his body. May i present him with some yohji yamamoto in my opinion he would rock everything AND would feel cozy and comfy like he does in his giant hoodies. Going with the cozy (bc i am afraid i will go over the picture limit) i have to (lump them together) and mention margiela - i am actually surprised i haven’t seen any svt man in tabis but there is still time 🫣 With that ofc comes early 00s hermes which is my favorite… (i didn’t post my f/w fits here bc i had other blog but i will this year and u will see what i’m talking about)

mugler… Let me not repeat myself the pictures can talk for themselves and in this case (bc again i got over the 10 pic limit) i gotta group him them with gucci (by tom ford it’s given) so we are talking maybe fw 96 with velvet suits or 1995 … Actually 1995 fits so well bc he is 95 baby okay okay SEE connections…. I need to be his stylist he would look so cunt.

i think schiaparelli would be good on him (manifesting. again if i could just have a word with his stylist.)

Had to delete anne demeulemeester paragraph i am sorry but this next collage was more important so it was a fight and anne lost. ANYWAY I would LOVE to see him in custom dilara findikoglu like imagine it says jeonghan dangling… similar to this i would love for him to have a todd oldham shirt with his name like nadja does here (a big cozy shirt bc he’s so difficult abt it…) This egonlab outfit i adore i had it saved i think it would suit him perfectly. and this haider ackermann leather wrap coat. and this vivianne westwood winter hat. and this 2123 shirts. And i think i should stop now before someone euthanizes me!

This got SO long i could talk about this for ages and i am sorry if this was all over the place i would make a powerpoint presentation if i had time. but i need to stop myself from exhibiting signs of mental illness on my dear blog. But i hope this was fun to read… I hope 🫶🏻

[vienecash300]

Album: The State vs DeMarea Pasquale

Artist: Squalee 2x

Release Date: 13 February 2024

This publication has waited patiently for a complete project from the enigmatic Squalee 2x. By my count 3 years of teases and leaks and snippets have served to wet the appetite of the local listener. We hear him rap we hear him sing. What will the album be like? In a word. Surprising. A single conversation with DeMerea Pasquale will reveal that he is deeper than his often goofy internet persona. Struggles with substance abuse, family issues and relationship problems are worn on the sleeve of this artist like a badge of honor. “The State” is heavily reflective of these facts. The beats mostly guitar driven mostly lack driving bass with notable exceptions. on “The Second Crash Always Hurts Worse” a simple acoustic guitar moves the beat and a feature from local artist C Klip brings us into the heavily autotuned vocals of Squalee who’s crooning is made not only bearable but rhythmic and pleasant by the effects used in production.

Sticking to the guitar-driven but this time complimenting with snare Squalee gives us “Love Sick in Springfield” a break up song that runs almost systematically through the stages of emotion associated with relationship cessation. The hook is an earworm that finds Squalee alternating keys to a remarkably listenable song.

“Letter to my Granny” has Squalee sing-rapping with slightly less vocal effect applied. A heartfelt ballad /tell all “Letter” is an outstanding example of doublet flow that reminds me of Scarface…if he used autotune.

Squalee kicks what sounds remarkbly like a YFN Lucci song on “Perky Dreaming” This song comes very close to being a traditional rap song entirely excluding Squalee’s wailing drone instead opting for a rapped hook and verses.

Springfield heavyweight Junior Pasare lends his vocals to “Menace to Society” a snare-and-bass track. He releases a rapid-fire Rod Wave style verse that gives the song a back bone while Squalee provides the lifeblood.

“Perky Eyes” is on the surface a Lil Peep inspired drug ballad. In true Squalee fashion the song is deeper than that acting as a cautionary tale to anyone listening. The drugs in this song are not glorified they are a side note as Squalee states repeatedly “I don’t really do drugs anymore”.

SKYLARPENDERGAST features on “Broken Promises” Skylar has appeared in this publication before. His unique voice of reminiscent of 21 Pilots , pleasing to the ear and radio ready.

Finally Squalee enlists the help of Big Homie Hom one of this productions favorite artists. On “Water remix” Squalee comes out kicking dope ass ad-lib laden triplets. Hom steps on the track like a dead Newport his distinctive voice marinating the track for the producer to cook it to perfection. “Dior Cypher” rounds the project out with 4 quick rap-and-go verses over a trap style beat. C Klip, Montana 2x EgoDeath and Prince Cash each deliver nasty verses one after another leaving the listener no time to breathe between them.

Ok Squalee, so waiting 3 years was worth it. This album is firstly a full-length LPwhich in and of itself is a miracle in 2024. The album is easy to play all the way through notably because it’s like listening to three different projects. The spirit of Lil Peep floats over the first few tracks like a hip hop specter. RIP PEEP THO 💯. The next few songs are a trip into a late 90s early 00s mind trip with flows directly out of that time and beats quite similar. Finally the last couple songs inflect a newer dare-I-say trappier vibe with songs that would be right in place alongside 21 Savage or Lil Yachty.

This is a helluva project. The raw emotion of the first few tracks bleeds enough anguish for a Double album. The last track being a cypher is a great way to switch up and avoid monotonous droning. Squalee, take a bow. This shit Smacks. 💯💯💯

CKlip

Jr Pasare.

[advestager]

I feel like saying Josuke doesn't have any daddy issues whatsoever isn't entirely fair (I've seen some fic and comics go further into how he and his mom might have been treated due to the circumstances of his birth that were pretty compelling) but people who act like he grew up without any father figure are definitely off base imo. Every single adaptation and extra material have always had a focus on his close relationship with his grandpa for a reason!

see, that's precisely the thing. it is literally impossible to be a grown up human without having internalised some sort of illogical Feeling about oneself or the world – but fandom as a whole tends to just assign arbitrary ones to characters based on stereotypes rather than what they actually are like.

i do think josuke feels some sort of way about his lack of a father growing up, but that's as inevitable as joseph himself (or giorno, or jolyne, or even jonathan) having feelings about his own dad, and yet somehow jorge's absence does not get brought up despite joseph and josuke's fairly similar upbringings. the fact is that most of western fandom tends to view the JJBA characters through a (white, usa-centric) lens that simply does not lend itself to a fair or accurate reading when most of the cast is either POC or from an entirely different cultural background. that's why i'm so resistant to label josuke as having 'daddy issues'; the term means something entirely different to me than it seems to do to most of the fandom, based on all the fic, comics, and discussions i've seen (and had) about the topic. it's not exactly like the organised crime aspect of VA, but it fills me with a similar kind of frustration. i don't think one needs a degree in cultural studies or history or whatnot to enjoy a silly series about people punching each other with slutty soul-ghosts, but it's exhausting to see the same thoughtless, very specifically westernised takes being regurgitated over and over as Absolute Truth until the characters are so flanderised they seem nothing as much as a caricature of their original versions. i love transformative works as much as any other fan creator, but i also happen to like the source material. it is infinitely more interesting to me to think about what kind of relationship josuke might have to his heritage as a mixed-race person, or his identity as the son of a single mother or the obviously cherished and spoilt child of a family such as his own (especially in a place and period like canon's late-90s/early 00's japan), than to hear yet another iteration of 'haha, josuke has daddy issues' where the person saying it has no intention of analysing that premise beyond the puddle-depth obvious.

at barely sixteen years old, even as interested in high-end fashion (and as very much part of a working class family who could definitely use the nest egg) as he is, josuke's immediate reaction to being told his missing father is incredibly rich and wants to take care of him is to say that it's not necessary, and he's fine as he is. sixteen. i worked as a teacher with kids as young as a year old and people as old as mid-seventies; that kind of ease of mind is one-in-a-million and not something you'll find on someone who fits fandom's definition of 'daddy issues'. he's not angry at joseph, he's not grasping for money, he hardly even wants to find out more about the missing part of his origins. his only thought is to wish he wouldn't be the reason other people were hurt, and to protect his mother once there is a risk she might find out and be distressed about it. his entire morality system is (from what i remember of canon) mostly based around the question What Would Grandpa Do?, with some leeway allowed for the temper he clearly got from tomoko and for the fact that he is, again, a big and slightly spoilt sixteen year old.

so yeah. it might not sound fair to say he doesn't have daddy issues, but i don't think the terms fandom's operating under are fair to start with, so i'd rather recuse myself (and my interpretation of the character) from it all til we're playing the same game. the sandbox's wide and wild, and the block and mute buttons are there for a reason, so i'll just stay in my corner writing about higashikatas wielding their feelings like sledgehammers til my mum says it's time to go home.

[donnerpartyofone]

Hotness is so weird. It's like the Most Important Thing for so many people whether they can even admit it or not, to themselves or others. People will seriously hurt themselves to achieve and maintain it, and for some it's a whole artform, a matter of self-expression. But when you look right at it, it seems so meaningless--not in the "looks shouldn't matter" way, but in the way that it is tethered to our most primal bodily systems. From the time I was little, I hated the way I looked; it wasn't just that I didn't feel pretty, but for instance, I wanted high sculpted cheekbones like Superman and Batman had, and I would try to devise ways of strapping my baby fat back so my 6 year old girl skull would stand out more. When I was becoming a teenager, when looks matter more than ever, I complained endlessly about my appearance, and one day my father remarked that attractiveness is just a marker of reproductive viability, and for some reason that shut me up even though I was still on the losing end of something. I thought, "Well, at least there's a reason why everything is like this." Of course my dad wasn't taking into account that I still felt bad about myself, or the fact that social trends in what is considered beautiful are mercurial and not directly related to actual health or fertility or "good genes", they are swayed by other factors. Most people may not ever admit what those factors are, not even in academia; I once took an art history class that was centered on body representation, and when the professor asked us to provide examples of where we find expressions of beauty standards, I said "pornography" and everybody gave me this look like I was totally insane. But why? Don't they have any idea how much money is in the global porn industry? Meaning that visual sexiness is a major economic asset, internationally? Meaning MANY PEOPLE agree with me. Just because it is bad taste to talk about porn, just because the porn industry is Problematic, and just because all porn stars are not equal, doesn't mean that adult entertainment cannot express contemporary beauty standards in a meaningful way. In the early 00s I read an article about how GPs and dermatologists were treating an escalating number of folliculitis cases across genders and age groups all because porn has everyone convinced that you need to be totally hairless or else you'll be shamed out of the bedroom. Obviously people are paying attention, and we don't get a whole lot of information about bush management from non-pornographic media. In any case, across media and across demographics there is a crazy amount of reverence for physical attractiveness, a crazy amount of pressure to get it and keep it, and yet, back past all the mercurial fashion trends and fetishes and everything, the deepest root of hotness is attached to reproduction--something not all of us are even interested in consciously. You can be visually, physically attracted to someone who cannot impregnate your or bear your child, and in fact you can be repulsed by the whole notion of parenthood, but your endocrine system doesn't know that. Your reptile brain doesn't know that. You're stuck with this impulse that gives you outsized reactions to people's appearances, that gives you all these sensations from darkness to coolness to mystery and beyond, but in the end it's all just salt of the earth baby shit. It's primitive, unmysterious, unromantic, and in no way connected to anything artistic, intellectual, or personal. It's fucking weird and I will always have a hard time with it.

[yosttravis]

163 Minutes in Boston

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So about fifteen months ago, I signed up for my first 140mi Ironman. And then I trained a ton for it, and wrote about it. All-time experience.

But I got hurt during the early parts of the run and sort of slogged through it. And that just ate me alive, especially since (a) it was my first true marathon; and (b) I'm a much better runner than swimmer or cycler by nature.

That week I set a goal to qualify for Boston, and ran my second marathon in Utah, and qualified at 2:57, and wrote about what I did to run a sub-three. And you guys really liked that.

So let's talk about the Boston Marathon, which I ran over the weekend! I'll cut to the chase first -- the title was the giveaway, finishing 2:43 and 870th in my third (second?) full distance marathon.

For a fake runner, I was [mostly] happy. More on that later. Notes, race day details, and stats/splits to follow.

Training and Random Notes

On the plus-side of things, my training has been limit up over the last 12-months. Fitness levels, not a problem. Not at all. I do a lot more cross-training than most pure runners, which has it's benefits and drawbacks. But using Garmin's Intensity Minutes as a proxy, you can see how much we moved this needle up in recent months:

(That VO2 MAX is ripping ....)

On the minus-side of things, mostly everything else, at least for this race.

The worst winter (ever, and I mean EVER) in the Western United States. Running volume down as a result. Endless snow, frigid temperatures, and it's still going on.

An injury, which I've been lucky to avoid for a long while now. Twitter (TWITTER!) diagnosed the injury accurately -- popliteus tendinopathy, rare for most people, more common in runners and triathletes. Physical therapy affirmed. Lot of strength and mobility work, and we eventually went from 'sharpshooting pain' and 'aborted runs' in February to 'manageable'. It hasn't improved much beyond manageable. This also took running down some bit further on top of just horrific weather.

Generally speaking, I ran only about 30-40 miles a week during this 'down period', and in some weeks fewer than that. You can see how much I took it down (measured in mins)"

But I was religious about time on feet and cross-training. And those stairs. We kept on those stairs. More on that in a minute.

Race Morning Thoughts

Initially, I set a goal for 2:50:00. I knew that was a sandbagged number relative to my fitness, but I had concerns that my leg would hold up at the tail end of the race (especially in the infamous hills of Boston). Moreover, the weather was horrific. Just comical. The northeast has had the most pleasant winter in the history of mankind, and in typical April-in-New-England fashion, the marathon turned into intermittent monsoons and a sustained headwind. This was in the forecast in advance, and so I figured considering the factors at play.

I said I was bullish on fitness, but I was also bullish on nutrition. There are a lot of people I've learned who struggle (and struggle immensely with this) -- finnicky stomachs, indecisiveness, whatever. I train very early in the mornings and as soon as I'm done, it's one of my two jobs on deck, so breakfast is usually just a shake. That said: I tail-end eat a lot. I cannot remember the last day (in months) that I have not had at least two dinners. Eating so much late at night has it's drawbacks, but my body has grown well accustomed to storing and using for tomorrow morning's abuse. If you follow on Strava, you know there are a lot of hours in those early morning banks, and usually at harder intensities.

On that nutrition point: I really didn't have to overthink it much, because my caloric burn (~ 2.6k, let's call it) was only about 36 pct more burn than the average training day. Which isn't insignificant! But I imagine people who do not have heavy and sustained volumes have to get much more careful with loading 48-hours out from race, 24-hours out from race, etc.

With a relatively full stomach from the night prior, morning was easy: bagel and cream cheese, granola, honey stinger waffles (the GOAT of pre-workout food), and fluids.

Changed up the shoes this time around. I'm a firm believer in Nike for speed and HOKA for training/comfort. I usually race in Vapors, PR'd a 1/2 back on 9/11 in D.C (1:16). But it was in a monsoon, logged out the shoes something bad. So I went for the Alphas this time around. If you don't have a pair of Alphas, go get one. Worth it.

The Race

For anyone who is ever interested in running Boston, let me tell you a few quick things. One, it's a lifetime experience, full stop, it's not marketing and it's very real. Two, it's extremely secure, owing to previous events. Three, because it's extremely secure, it can feel cumbersome at times. Waiting around in Athletes Village for hours in cold weather and rain, with little to no cover -- not ideal. But everyone was in good spirits and by and large just trying to stay warm.

My qual time was good enough for wave one, but the congestion for the first five miles was insane. You really were running elbow-to-elbow for some bit of time. I stuck to the sides to try and at least hold a respectable pace (6:30 range) until it could thin out some.

The weather was a challenge the entire race. The cool temperatures kept the heart rate down (I only averaged 165 for the race, despite pushing some), but the sustained 20-25 mph headwind and intermittent heavy rain was a problem, and slowed the race considerably.

At the halfway mark, I was 1:19 range (tracker had 1:20 -- I of course ran more distance than needed, weaving in/out of crowds a few times). Still had full energy at this point, though my right knee was starting to bother a bit. At any rate, I knew I could carry this pace through the rest of the race, more or less.

The areas where the crowds are in Boston? Second to none. The energy is real. Really real. If you have music on, you won't hear it. And you don't want to hear it. Just a truly amazing experience and so laudable for the city -- these people want to motivate every runner, and man you get juiced up from it.

Take your pick: I either thought the hills around miles 16-20 were a bit overrated, certainly more of a mental challenge than anything. I don't say this as a running snob (I'm a fake runner, remember), I do say this as someone who swears by stairs and incline work. In every one of these races I seem to make up considerable time on comparable runners when going uphill. And though my pace grinded down expectedly climbing the hills, it was very comfortable and I didn't want to push my knee (now starting to bother a fair bit) to the point of no return. I trimmed my pace by about 20-25s in the last few miles for this reason. Pure fitness wise, I do think I could've held up the ~ 6:10 pace for about 33 to 35-miles or so, give or take. I do think I missed a couple of opportunities around miles 7-11 to gap down more aggressively, lesson learned there.

I ended 2:43. A bit disappointed to be blunt. I think with a healthy right leg, or better wx conditions, I could've given 2:39:59 a real run.

Most importantly: critical advertising for the worldwide leader. Go Bills.

Time for the next test. I left a lot on the table, and it's already bothering me!

Splits and Stats

[just-an-enby-lemon]

🌟 10 Characthers, 10 Fandons, 10 Tags 🌟

I was tagged by @ven10 (thank you soo much for the tag it was rly fun) and spended a long time questioning if I should do the challenge a second time, because tecnically I had already done. But I found really fun the first time, so I decided let's go.

But beforehand I stabelished ONE rule:

No repeat characthers, even if it is different iterations of the charachter (yes this rule exists so I won't reuse Ed, sue me).

Just like the first time the characthers and fandons are in non particular order.

1. Carter Kane - The Kane Chronicles

I though a lot if I would bar all Riordanverse characthers from this second play or not, but I just coudn't. I'm already banning Ed. I can't do both. So only MCAGA is baned.

Now there are a lot of Riordaverse characthers I though about using: Percy, Thalia, Meg, Apolo, Leo, ma boi Frank but in the end I choose Carter. He is baby who deserves more atention from the fandom (the whole Kane's Chronicles deserve it).

The first time I read the books I will admit child me was very neutral towards Carter, I vastly pefered Sadie as she was the cool kid I wanted to be. But the second time I read I saw myself in that weird kid with a lot of book smart and no social skill who liked order and wanted to do the right thing and as an older brother myself I started to get his annoyance with Sadie as my own brother got closer to her in age. In sumary Carter is baby and a great characther and I love him very much. This boy is my son and if you hurt him I'll hunt you for sport.

2. Toph - Avatar The Last Airbender

The only reason AITA wasn't on the first list was because I could not for the life of me choose what characther to put. This show has too much great ones. But I mean look at this little hellion. She is great! She is strong and funny and complex and I love her soo much. She deserves everyting.

3. Oswald Cooblepot - Gotham

The only show where Ed Nygma exist, is a proeminent characther and is not my fave by far. Instead we have this awesome gay murderer and his amazing fashion sense and his knifes, he is babygirl material and you know it!

Also he is the characther with more potential for emotional development bar Bruce and that is a huuge plus for me.

4. Edward Teach, Captain Blackbeard - Our Flag Means Death

Well I had to put an Ed.

It was really hard to choose one favorite characther from this show and I was very close to putting both Lucius and Oluwande (or even Stede himself). But after a long delibaration, I choose Ed. His arc is just very interesting for me and I love the way he speaks. Also I love his clothing style.

5. Seu Edson - Irmão do Jorel

Edson is from one of the best brazilian cartoons ever. Irmão do Jorel captures the feeling of being a brazilian kid in the 90's/early 00's while still being relatable to it's audience of modern kids and Edson himself is great. First he is a dilf. Second he is a jornalist. Third he is very funny. Between his hate for the elites, his dedication and love for his family, his love for rock and the amazing sentence "son when I was your age I was eight years old" this man is everything for me. He is the type of weird brazilian dad I hope to be if I ever have kids.

6. Aziraphale - Good Omens

It was really hard to choose between him and Crowley, but between his fantasticly weird vocabulary, his love for books and his very relatable family issues I just had to pick the angel this time. I love both soo much though.

Azi is baby, Azi is life.

7. Yuu Kashima - Gekkan Shoujo Nozaki-Kun

I almost choose Mikoshiba, but this girl is too much my queen. She is gender non-conforming, canonically atracted for both man and woman and a theather nerd. She is also a bit of a troublemaker, a huge flirt and always late. I love her soo much.

8. Magali - Turma da Mônica

As any brazilian I love Turma da Mônica and Magali is just great, she is always hungry but she is also a cat person, a great friend, a lil sarcastic baby and her aunt is a witch (and as a teen so is her). She is the best.

9. Vó - Historietas Assombradas Para Crianças Mal-Criadas

I regreted a lot not putting her in the first list and I'm not one for making the same mistake twice. Tecnically she doesn't have a name since Vó is just grandma in portuguese and she is the protagonist grandma. Anyway she is great. Her whole cartoon is a great child cartoon with a lot of gothic and horror elements. Vó is a very badass old woman and a very powerfull witch, she has a lot of cats who help her with her potion making, is extremely sarcastic (more than Oswald) and a tad mean but she cares for her grandson a lot even if she doesn't always shows it. She is the older sister of Death and she is the ex-girlfriend of the Devil (who is a sad divorced captalist and it's implied to have created that universe version of Pokemon). She is super cool and I really love her. She also totaly has a body count.

10. Misroch - Brimstone Valley Mail

Again my last entrance is from a podcast, but what can I do? Misroch is great. They are just very fun and possibly the impulse control of their whole friend group. I love them. And what isn't in it to love in a sassy non-binary rocker demon who sells human hot-dogs? I also gave them the biggest honor of headcannoing them as autistic.

Tags:

I already tagged ten people the first time, this time I will tag a bit less. Anyway, no presure, do it if you think you'll have fun: @empresspengwin, @allaboardthecolumboat, @krkringle

[hipbonekisses]

I’ve always been a little too loud.

And, when Tenney and I met up at a small coffee shop in SLO after a romantic “poop-swipe” from Tinder - it was noticed.

Those of you who’ve known me for a while know that I’ve always enjoyed a flair for the dramatic and have tried to make myself and my life and the people around me’s experience larger than life. From prom proposals, to costumes, to events, and so much more.

I wanted to make Tenney’s life something even more extraordinary than she already was.

I knew from the moment I met her that I wanted to be a part of her life. Always. As a partner, as a lover, as a friend, as a spoop. And I wanted to be loud and share this with everyone I could. With something big, something stupid, and something crazy.

But, Tenney (unlike most I’ve met) didn’t get caught up in the flair, or the pomp and circumstance. She taught me what it really meant to be intentional. To be honest. To be real.

So, when I tried to tell her that I was in love with her from the moment we met virtually, she wisely and carefully (as to not hurt my ego and heart) slowed me down. Reminding me that love was not a sprint or sudden rush of energy, but was more like tennis court lights (similar to the ones I grew up near at the Chantemar pool) that slowly warm up and then burn so bright that you can’t sleep.

And, in classic Harrison fashion - I dealt with my emotions and the seriousness of her comments with humor. Starting to find every moment I could to ask Tenney to marry me. Usually (as is my curse) at the worst possible moments, far TOO early in any relationship.

And as time has gone on, the lights shining brighter and brighter as they cut through the 10:00 PM darkness of the Southside of Pomerado - I’ve learned that being loud doesn’t mean that you are more right. That when WE were ready, that we would know. That our story would write itself, and didn’t need to any classic Harrison hyperbole and hijinks!

So, I deleted my collection of event furniture, giant balloon letters, a guy who had doves (not kidding) names, numbers, and tabs I’ve been collecting since 2016. I cancelled the permit I was attempting to get through the City of San Diego to reserve all of Balboa Park.

And instead - I went to Portugal (for WYD, not for wedding shopping or event scouting), and found a Postcard for 1 Euro and a pen in mine and Nicky’s hotel room.

The only thing Tenney wanted from my time abroad without her was a postcard and a greeting.

Something so small, but could still say what needed to be said loudly, in a much more manageable package. Something honest. Something real.

The mail came on Friday at 3:34 PM (I watch and track mail people now) after 17 days of waiting impatiently.

And I said the most important thing I’ve ever said, as quietly as I could. And Tenney (for the first time in history) was louder than me.

I love you, Tenney. Forever, and always.

[jjksblackgf]

partying like it's 2002 | jhs (m)

❃ Festivaled Away: Hope Fest Fashion Festival hosted by @bangtanbathhouse ⤞ Ticket: early 00's block party ⤞ Main Event: comfy sweats ⤞ Games: clothed sex

pairing — reader x hoseok summary — a little taste of immodesty never hurt nobody. genre — smut, pwp rate — 18+ word count — 0.5k warnings — explicit sexual content, exhibitionism (ish), oral sex (f receiving), masturbation (m receiving), unprotected sex

“Let’s get it percolatin’, while you’re waitin’, so just dance for me,” Mary’s voice boomed around the block. Impossible for the crowd not to sing along.

It seemed like the neighbors wouldn’t be able to dance the heat away. The face paint was already running, along with the melted popsicles on the floor. But the water balloon fight was worth it. The kids, still damp, ran frantically through the adults and successfully ignored the scoldings thrown their way.

Red and orange balloons painted the sky, complimenting the hot sun. The tents set up for shade were packed with people trying to avoid the glaring sun rays, and the sounds of footsteps on the grass were enough to keep Hoseok alert. He didn’t want to get caught. Unfortunately for him, Y/N didn’t seem to be as worried.

“Behave! You need to be quiet,” he whispered sharply, before kneeling and burying his face under her dress.

Hiding behind a neighbor’s wooden fence, Y/N wished she was trying her best to minimize her moans. Hoseok’s tongue was making that impossible. With one leg propped on his shoulder, she used his thick hair to bury his face even further.

Circular motions, up and down, the alphabet, the numerical system, you name it. Hoseok wanted to lay it all on her clit. But time was of the essence. Regardless, she continued to whisper his name time and time again. 

Throwing caution to the wind, Y/N secured his face in place and whined her hips against his lips. He hardened his tongue so she could have at it, making her moan loudly. Hoseok quickly shut her up, placing his palm against her lips.

She clutched his hair tighter, and he knew that sign. With one last kiss, his lips parted from her labia, and he got to his feet in a second. She touched his bulge through his shorts and bit her lips when he hissed. She loved when Hoseok was at her mercy. She helped him open his shorts and moaned again at the sight of his cock.

“Get yourself together, I’m serious,” he whispered to her ear, but he wasn’t able to disguise the tremble in his voice. He hissed again when she spit in her hand and massaged his length. Not much longer, her thigh was hiked up to his hips, and he slowly entered her wet cunt. 

For all the grief Hoseok gave her, you would think he’d be quiet. But he was also a moaning mess as his hips stroked back and forth. Y/N let out a long sigh, throwing her head back. Hoseok took advantage of her exposed neck, kissing it in every place he could. Her hands flew back to his hair, pulling it tightly when the warmth reached her core again. His hips picked up speed, and her walls clenched harder when he hit her spot. 

She felt the release of her climax, with almost no more air on her lungs to let out another moan. Driving her to insanity, Hoseok continued his strokes, going after his own pleasure. The involuntary clenches of her walls helped him. With the final two slow and hard thrusts, he was a panting mess by her neck.

“I think we need to get a room,” he said, kissing her clavicle.

[the-kaedageist]

sg soulbonding!

So I've only written a prologue and maybe first chapter for this one because I try not to be too much of a chaotic weasel when it comes to my writing style (who am I kidding, I absolutely flip from wip to wip with no care in the world) - but I really love this idea and I am hoping to tackle it once consecution & 2t2l are done!

The premise is that when Caleb touches the beacon in Zadash back in 2x13 or whatever episode that was, the beacon soulbonds him with the person who stole it. I'm talking good old-fashioned 00s-era soulbonding, where they have a telepathic connection, they hurt physically when they're not near each other, etc. Cue Essek and early game Caleb having to meet AND deal with that. It...is a mess.

A snippet for you:

The streets of Zadash were crowded with midday shoppers and busy townsfolk running errands. Caleb allowed himself to be led by the others through the winding labyrinth of people, smiling reassuringly at Nott whenever she shot him alarmed looks. There was nothing to worry about. They would lock the artifact away in a lead box and sever the connection between himself and this stranger, and Caleb would go back to his life—

An elven man with golden skin and blond hair in an undercut peeled off from the crowd in front of the Nein, shooting a distasteful look down at the state of Zadash’s roads before he began to walk in their direction. There was a slight wobble in the man’s step and for a moment, Caleb thought he was slightly intoxicated; then the elf’s shoulders squared, steady once more. Despite the trouble Caleb had sensed brewing in his gut, it seemed for a moment as though the stranger was going to just pass them without incident.

The elf didn’t bat an eyelash as he walked past Fjord and Jester. Nott spared a glance at his fine robes, clearly sizing him up as a mark before deciding it was too risky; he smelt of arcane power, even from a distance, and Caleb wondered if he was with the Assembly. He instinctively ducked behind Molly, trying to hide himself from view and wishing he’d found some mud to fall into earlier.

As the elf passed Caleb, something snapped like a thread between them.

“You—” the elf hissed, stopping abruptly in the middle street and turning to stare at him. “It’s you.”

Caleb’s mouth went dry. Panic shot through him, his heart in his throat. He was aware, all at once, that the presence in his mind had returned – and shock and annoyance were radiating out through the connection between them, originating from the man in front of him.

Caleb met the stranger’s eyes. They were the purple of twilight, he found himself thinking absurdly, just as the man reached out and grabbed Caleb by the wrist—

“What the hell are you doing to Caleb?” Nott shrieked, turning around and aiming her crossbow directly at the stranger’s heart.

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[scarletslippers]

Morning kisses for your 100th follower celebration ❤️

I feel like this took me forever to be inspired on - but I had a little idea this morning and ran with it!

All the kisses for you my friend - I hope you like it!! Read on AO3

Kisses #5 - Morning kisses

Nancy wakes early, knowing it’s 7:00 without having to check the time. Ace has been working hard to dismantle her internal body clock, but no success so far. Sleeping in is for when cases are solved. As a celebration of a job well done, but not before. 

She knows that Ace has already planned to sideline her as much as possible, scheduling all research to take place at her house, much, much later in the day. His foresight isn’t unwarranted - every part of her hurts after that run-in with the entity they’ve been tracking. Doesn’t mean she’s not annoyed though. 

Nancy stifles a groan as she rolls toward him, looping an arm over his sleeping form. She leans in close, pressing kisses to his jaw. “Ace,” she whispers. “Ace, wake up.”

Ace doesn’t move, which is impressive because jaw kisses are 100% her secret weapon. His only concession to being awake is the warm hand he settles over hers on his chest, eyes staying closed as he speaks. “You are supposed to be sleeping, Nancy. It’s too early.”

“But I woke up,” she whines. “You know I can’t sleep in.”

“You can when you choose to. I’ve seen it.” He shifts to face her then, leaning in to kiss her softly, once, twice. “Try? For me?”

She fixes him with a sleepy glare before making a show of trying. Tugs the blanket higher on her shoulder, closes her eyes in a dramatic fashion, presenting her face to him like, see? 

He rewards her with a kiss on the forehead like she’d hoped, then replaces his lips with his thumb. Brushes her hair back and soothes the crease between her eyebrows with gentle, rhythmic strokes across her forehead. 

“Sleep,” he murmurs. “I’ll be here when you wake up.” 

When she does wake again, it’s to the quiet snick of the latch and the smell of fresh coffee. She lays still though, knowing if she bides her time she’ll get an even more pleasant wake up call.  

“Nancy,” he whispers, breath warm, but minty on her face. He presses a soft kiss to her lips first, then her nose, her cheek. “Wake up.” 

She hums contentedly. “So now is it an appropriate time to be awake?” 

“Yes.” He kisses her again before the bed dips under his weight, and she finally opens her eyes to look at him.  

“Hi,” she smiles, reaching for his hand. 

He laces his fingers through hers. “Hi. I brought you coffee.” 

“So I smelled.” She grins now, detangling her fingers from Ace’s to shift in the bed. Nancy pushes herself up to sit, unable to stifle the wince and hiss of pain that accompanies the movement. She waves away Ace’s concerned hands and leans back against the headboard. 

“I’m fine, just sore.” 

He’s obviously unconvinced, forehead creased and eyebrows furrowed in concern. She sighs as she looks at him, wanting to make him smile. 

After a moment of thought, Nancy settles on holding her hands out to him, begging like a child. “Coffee, please!” She draws out the please, wheedling until there - his lips turn up. 

Ace leans in to kiss her again, fondly, smiling into it before he leans back to retrieve the mug. 

Success.

[quicksilverownsmysoul]

Coffee of the Week pt.2

Icon credit: @thatspookyagent

Summary: This is the second part to Coffee of the Week, where Colin takes the reader out for their date. You can read Part 1 Here

Warnings: None this is pure fluff

Word Count: 2245

"So," Mare said in a bored voice. "Have you decided where you're taking her for your date tonight?" Colin paused for a moment before answering, which confirmed Mare’s suspicions

"No I have not." Colin said, doing his best to avoid Mare's judgmental eyes. 

"Really man, you had all week to think of a place."

"I know." He signed leaning back in his chair, he swiveled it to the side to face Mare. "But like where would I even take her? There's only like three restaurants in Eastown." 

"Hey!” Mare said defensively. "We have four restaurants you're forgetting the KFC that's attached to the Taco Bell." Mare joked as she began to put away her papers. 

'My bad." Colin smiled to himself at Mare's little joke. It seems that lately she was warming up to him, it was nice to be able to joke and talk to her like this. He watched as she cleaned up the rest of her desk.

"But seriously where are you taking her." Mare glanced at the clock on her computer screen before shutting it down. "It's already 6:30 you should be getting ready by now."

Colin glanced down at himself. "What's wrong with what I'm wearing now?"

Mare pursed her lips. "Nothing. Just forget I said anything." 

"See there's another thing I have to worry about now." Colin ran a hand down his face. "I haven't even been here that long so I don't really know where is a good place to eat at.” Colin sat with his head in his hands for a moment before lifting it up, eyes glancing towards Mare. He turned slowly towards Mare, a hopeful smile on his face. "Unless you-"

"No." 

"Mare-"

"No."

"If you could recommend-"

"No." 

"Mare please!” He had stood up at this point and moved towards Mare’s desk, she had scooted her chair away from his approaching form, her face scrunched up at his persistent pleading. “Please tell me where to take her! I really like her and I don’t wanna mess up." Mare finally glanced over at him through the corner of her eye. He looked like a kicked puppy, he was so desperate it physically hurt her. 

She sighed. "Fine." Colin's face split open in a wide smile. "Stop that." She snapped, he immediately tried to change his facial expression back to neutral but Mare could see he was trying to fight back his smile. "You should take her to the Italian restaurant that's near the center of town, one of my friends works there." She tore a piece of paper off one of her reports. "Tell her that Mare sent you and she'll make sure to give you a good table and treat you and (y/n) well." She handed the paper over to Colin.

His eagerly grabbed it and smiled widely at Mare, "Thank you so much Mare you-"

She held her hand up to silence him, pointing an accusing finger. "Don't make this into a big deal detective." Mare shrugged on her coat and made her way towards the door. "And if you tell her it's a date she'll throw in a free dessert.

"Thank y-"

"Not. A. Big. Deal." Mare slammed the door shut. Colin smiled at her fading figure, she was definitely warming up to him.

Colin’s heart was beating out of his chest as he pulled up to your house, a million thoughts running through his head. Things like was he too early? It was only 7:30 he wasn't supposed to pick you up till 8:00. What if you weren't ready, was he dressed up enough, was he over dressed?? He shook his head trying to clear all the thoughts that plagued him. 

He made his way to your front door and after a few seconds of hesitation rang your doorbell. The sound of loud barking made him jump up in surprise. “I’m coming.” He heard your voice yell and the sounds of your footsteps approaching the door. You opened the door with a smile, you were holding a big fluffy dog by its collar as it strained against your hold. “Hey Colin! Sorry about him, he always barks when someone is at the door.” He glanced down at the dog, it was eagerly trying to pull its way towards him, tail wagging intensely. “Let me go put him outside. I don’t want him jumping all over you.”

With zero hesitation Colin said. “Let him go.”

“What?” You asked in surprise.

“Let him go, I wanna meet him.”

You let out a little laugh.“ Are you sure? He’s a jumper.”

“Of course!” You let go of your dog’s collar and he went barreling towards Colin, who was squatting down with his arms wide open. Your dog ran into his arms and knocked him flat on his back. You rushed forward to pull your dog back until you saw Colin laughing. Your dog was licking him all over while Colin nestled his face into your dog’s fur. “You’re such a good boy aren't you?” Colin asked as he petted your dog, your dog just wagged his tail even faster and tried to lick Colin’s face even more, you smiled at the sight 

“It seems he likes you.” You giggled out. 

“What’s his name?”

“His name is Tino.” 

“Hello Tino, I’m Colin.” Colin shook your dogs paw introducing himself. You smiled at his antics and squatted down next to him, rubbing Tino’s soft ears in your hand. “What kinda dog is he?” 

“I’m not sure, I adopted him from the center in town and no one seemed to know what kind he was.” Colin nodded at your answer and tried his best to stand back up, it was a task in itself since Tino kept trying to knock him back down. You stood up as well and let out a small laugh at Colin’s appearance. “What?” He asked. His once crisp shirt was wrinkled, and his perfectly combed hair was all tousled. He was covered head to toe in dog fur. 

“I think Tino may have gotten a little bit of fur on you.” He glanced down and saw all the dog's hair sticking to him. He laughed with you and did his best to try and pick the dog hair off. ‘Wait here.” You went inside and came back with a lint roller in hand. He took it and began to roll it up and down his clothes. You moved closer to him and brushed his hair out of his face, smoothing it back into place. He blushed at the action. 

“Are you ready to go?”

“Yea! Where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise!” You laughed, it really wasn't he only really had three options on where to take you in Easttown. And you figured it wasn't going to be the Taco Bell or KFC. 

The ride to the restaurant didn't take too long and in no time you two had pulled up to the place. He parked and rushed out of the car to your side. He opened your door for you and you swooned at the old fashioned action. You looped your arm through his and he led you to the door, he whispered something to the hostess and she smiled widely and quickly led you two to a table. It was almost sectioned off from the other ones, it had an aura of privacy to it. She rushed over and placed a rose in the vase at the center of the table and lit up the candles. Colin pulled the chair out for you before sitting down on his own. 

He picked at the table cloth, not meeting your eyes. “‘So, did I pick a good place?’ He asked with a nervous smile.

“Mhmm, this is my favorite out of all of Easttown’s numerous restaurants.” You smiled at him coyly, he let out a little laugh. 

The rest of the night seemed to speed by, you and Colin just clicked, there wasn’t a moment that wasn't filled with conversation. Either about his work or about your own, him telling stories about his current cases or you telling him about the rude customers you had gotten that day. Then it shifted towards talking about your favorite tv shows or movies. He admitted that his job didn't leave him much time to watch tv and you vowed that one of your date nights had to be a tv or movie marathon. He blushed at the insulation that there was going to be a second date. 

You two had just finished off your meals when the hostess came by holding a piece of Tiramisu, you let yourself think about the irony of it. You guys had met at your coffee shop and here you were on your first date beings served a coffee flavored dessert. She set it down in front of you two. The plate was decorated with chocolate powder in the shape of a heart. You glanced down at the table and noticed Colin’s hand resting on the table, inching its way closer to yours. You closed the distance and placed your hand over his, squeezing it lightly. He smiled up at you and you returned it. He let you take the first bite of the desert, and he even let you have the last bite. He was a true gentleman through and through. 

The drive home was filled with constant loving stares back and forth, your hands resting intertwined on your thigh. When you guys got back to your place you didn't want to leave the car, it had been a while since you had a date like that. One filled with so much comfort and romance, one you never wanted to end. More often that you went on dates with sleazy men that picked you up two hours late and flirted with your hostess. Which resulted in you sneaking out the bathroom window and drinking your sorrows away at the bar. But you had a feeling you wouldn't be ditching any of your upcoming dates. 

Colin, being the gentleman he was, got out and went to open your door for you, much to his and your own dismay. You slid out of the seat and walked as slowly as possible to your front door. He held both your hands in his own. “This was fun.” He looked down at his shoes, not meeting your eyes, fearing you wouldn’t agree with him.

“It really was, we should do it again.” His head whipped up at your response, a smile taking hold of his features. 

“How does next Friday sound?”

“LIke it’s too far away.” He blushed at your words. “But I think I can wait till then if you continue to come by every morning.” 

“Well I couldn't very well start each day without the best cup of coffee in the world now could I?”

“Oh shut up.” You giggled, his heart fluttered at being able to make you laugh. What he wouldn't give to spend the rest of his life trying to make you laugh. A little warning light went off in him at that thought, was he seriously already thinking of spending his life with you. You guys had only met this week and it was only your first date. What if you thought he was moving too fast? What if you didn't want to even go out again? Wait, you had just said you wanted to go out again. He was spiraling, lost in his own thoughts. You saw his brow furrow and reached your hand out to smooth out his worry lines. 

“What’s bugging’ ya detective?” His eyes widened at hearing your sweet voice address him by detective. 

“Nothing, just lost in my thoughts.” His ears turned red at the realization he had just zoned out in front of you. You just giggled, moving your hand down to cup his face. He leaned into your soft touch and slowly moved his hands up to rest on your waist. He pulled you closer and you began to slowly move forward. Your lips connected, it was very soft and hesitant. You moved your other hand up to cup the back of his neck, running your fingers near the edges of his hair. The wind blew softly around you two, making your hair and his coat flutter. You pulled away and rested your foreheads together. You looked up at him through your lashes, reluctantly beginning to pull away. “Goodnight detective.” 

He pulled away as well, letting his hand linger in your own, holding on to your fingertips until he couldn't anymore. “Goodnight (y/n), I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

“I can’t wait.” You closed the door and he stayed outside your door until he heard the locks click shut. Once he knew you were safe he made his way back to the car, pumping his arms in the air, in joy. 

Unknown to him you were watching his little display of happiness from your window. You did your best to suppress a fit of giggles as you sat down at the little window seat, unfastening your heels and tossing them to the floor. You tucked your feet underneath yourself and watched him get back into his car, a smile never leaving his face, and never leaving yours. You gently touch your fingertips to your lips, the lingering taste of his lips on your own. You sighed at the memory,  he was going to be the death of you. 

[swampgallows]

hi!! this is a silly question probably but u were like the first person i thought of cause i know rave stuff from ur blog ^_^ but i've recently gotten into cybergoth after making an oc and i wanna start getting the clothes bc theyre so cool n fun n i love bright colors, do u have any like, site recommendations? like if etsy is a good start or if there's some sites specifically for rave fashion ^_^

oh man... to be honest i'm only on the edges of anything industrial/cybergoth/rivethead but a brand you should definitely check out is Cyberdog. as the name implies they're definitive cyber fashion but on the neon/day-glo/gatecrasher side rather than goth. there used to be a lot more vinyl and leather type clothing to match the cybergoth look in the early and mid 00s but i dont recall many brands now. back when hot topic and torrid carried actual goth brands like tripp nyc and royal bones there was a lot more to choose from. you could also check out brands like fötus (though again more cyber/y2k than cybergoth), demonia, trash lair, or devil fashion for inspiration on looks. man i feel like there are some HUGE brands im forgetting lol.

if youre really into the pvc/vinyl/latex/(p)leather look honestly try sex shops or kink/bdsm outlets! they'll have full walls of fun leggings, tights, and fishnets, and lots of corset and harness options. or, if you can get yourself to a renaissance faire, many shops will have handmade steampunk or industrial clothing, oftentimes made of real (and ethically sourced!) leather. plus you'll have a unique piece of clothing and supporting the artist :) cybergoth tends to lean toward synthetic materials but it never hurts to browse!

of course buying anything ready to wear is pretty pricey, which is why diy is the rule for most punk-adjacent fashion. get ya d-ring and straps game on! a lot of accessories are handmade or modified, such as the gas masks and cyber falls, but many make their own full outfits either from scratch or by modding clothing. overall i think your best bet is scouring secondhand places like ebay, depop, poshmark, or local thrift stores.

sorry i couldnt be of more help! I hope that gives you some leads.

[jazyjaz]

Doctor! Doctor!

Hwang Hyunjin x Reader

Yang Jeongin

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INSPIRED BY: 

N/A

WARNINGS: 

This Imagine has/mentions blood, gore, murder

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 “Americano for Hyunjin!”

Tiredly, I went up to get my drink. It’s Saturday, Starbucks isn’t full which I’m a little surprised. Who knows. I’m not complaining, really. I sat down back to my seat and took a sip of my drink, while scrolling through my phone.

“I’ll have a Americano please.”

I looked up to see a person who looked around my age. Maybe even younger. They turned around and caught me staring, but they smiled. Wow, their smile is pretty. Their smile fits with their (H/C) hair. Their outfit was a lazy type. Baggy shirt, sweatpants, hair down. I don’t blame them. Yet they still looked stunning?

“Hey.” “Hey..” They took a seat next to me once they got their drink. “Hyunjin right?” I nod. “That’s cool. I heard a lot about your works. Your designs are amazing!” I chuckled. After Stray Kids disband, I decided to look for a new dream. Fashion Designer. It was perfect. I was winning millions, I have a nice house with Kkami, I still talk to guys. My life was perfect. Except I was missing love. I never had a partner. Maybe it’s time. Mother wanted grandchildren from me now. I do want kids. I should give it a shot. “I’m (Y/n). Nice to meet you.” We shook hands and talked for awhile. They were sweet. They works as a Doctor. That’s nice.

It’s getting late. “It was nice talking to you (Y/n), maybe we should hang out another time.” They nodded and gave me their phone number. “Here, we can meet up at the Music Festival!” “Sounds great, I’ll call you then.” We parted our ways and went back to our houses. Slept peacefully during the night. Although I did wake up at 3:00 am for some odd reason. I looked around and Kkami is still sleeping. The room was dark and the birds were already chirping. Headache. Really? Now? I got up and made some tea and took some painkillers. It was getting worse. I don’t know why but it was.

Morning. I got ready and called (Y/n). I fed Kkami and went out to my car to pick them up. Their house wasn’t that far. Actually, I wasn’t going to their house. They said to pick them up at the coffee shop we met. It was odd but I didn’t questioned it. Maybe they don’t trust me yet? I wasn’t offended. I wouldn’t trust a stranger even if they were famous. “Let’s go?” Their soft/deep voice sounded angelic then last night. Early bird. I open the passenger door for them to get in. Their arm. There was smudges of dirt on them. “Your arm? Did you fall or something?” They laughed. “Oh I was just taking care of my plants in my garden. I guess I didn’t wash my hands well.” I smiled. Their very sweet. A garden? I should ask if I should visit their house to see. 

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3rd Person

Days passed and they both kept hanging out. (Y/n) would text Hyunjin daily which he never mind. He started to develop feelings for them anyways. They were kind, funny, sweet and mature. They helped him with a fashion project and he won. They were perfect. However, Hyunjin has never been to their house. They’ve been to his but, they never say, and they don’t want him to come. Where they hiding something? Was it their garden? Surely their garden shouldn’t be that bad. Hyunjin can help if they needed it. But they kept rejecting his advice. Although Hyunjin was fishy about the situation, it didn’t stop him from asking them out. They said yes. And now they’re dating.

“Thanks for the date today Hyunjin. Really, it was amazing!” (Y/n) smiled brightly. The couple got done with their dinner date at a restaurant. “Do you want me to drop you off at your house?” “No! It’s fine! Really... I can walk there.” Hyunjin had a worry look on his face. “You sure? It’s not safe to walk alone. I don’t want you to get hurt (Y/n).” “Hyunjin, I’ll be fine.” They smiled and walked away to their path. Hyunjin couldn’t help it so he did what he will realize he will regret. He waited until he got in the car, and followed them. Somethings up. Where they being abused? But they live alone... Plant problems? That’s ridiculous. He kept worrying as he kept driving. (Y/n) kept walking until suddenly they took a sharp right turn. They’re running. Hyunjin drove a little faster until he saw them walked inside a house near a cemetery. What is this place? There’s no garden so surely this cant’t be where they lived!

Hyunjin turned the car off and hopped off. He walked straight to the house. Or at least he was trying to… Instead he walked into the cemetery. Let alone being all dark and foggy in the night.

He hears a voice. A singing voice. It sounds like (Y/n).

He kept walking further down a hill. The voice was getting louder... and louder... and louder.... until it stopped.

He dropped his keys and tried not to scream. Is this some kind of sick joke?!? What the fuck is this!?

A grave.

Hwang Hyunjin. The death date was today.

“(Y/N) THIS ISN’T FUNNY!!” A laugh was heard in the fog. “WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS? YOU KNOW I HATE SCARY THINGS!” He started to hyperventilate. However before he could do anything, he felt pain in his throat. His head started to spin. He touched his neck but felt something wet.

Blood. His neck was sliced.

What the...? Hyunjin dropped to his knees, crying, scared.

He can’t breathe. He’s suffering.

But he can’t stop it.

He looked up and there he saw what he that was his future.

Y/n, standing there with a scalpel in their hand... smiling.... with wide eyes. Hyunjin try to scream but he couldn’t. Before he knew it, Y/n stabbed him with the scalpel.

Wheezing, a big exhale, Hyunjin took his last breath, and fell right at his grave...

“I told you not to go to my house.... it was a secret that you couldn’t keep.”

With that, they added a new body to her collection...

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“Capuchino for Jeongin!”

Tiredly, I went up to get my drink. It’s Saturday, Starbucks isn’t full which I’m a little surprised. Who knows. I’m not complaining, really. I sat down back to my seat and took a sip of my drink, while scrolling through my Hyunjin’s and I text messages. I still couldn’t believe that he went missing. I hope he was okay.

“I’ll have a Capuchino please.”

I looked up to see a person who looked around my age. Maybe even older. They turned around and caught me staring, but they smiled. Wow, their smile is pretty. Their smile fits with their (H/C) hair. Their outfit was a lazy type. Baggy shirt, sweatpants, hair down. I don’t blame them. Yet they still looked stunning...?

[twentyeightsept]

hello everyone. my best friend April @mlilas bullied me into making a blog for this, so here!! are!! the fics I have written.

Good, Old Fashioned Loverboy: 21661 words

“Anyway, you couldn’t play a romantic even if you tried, Zachary. Too many sharp edges,” he teased, reaching out to bop Zach gently on the nose.

“Oh, and you think you could play the dark and broody type, Lord Devereaux?” Zach asked.

Zach and Chris have a little bet. Unfortunately for Zach, that bet involves Chris teaching him how to be a romantic lead, and he's pretty sure it's going to kill him. Premise loosely based on the novel Beach Read.

your wanting hurts you awake: 14260 words

Zach is trying to get through a break up. Chris is trying to not be in love with his best friend. Neither of them are great at communicating. Original inspiration was the song West Coast by Coconut Records but somehow we got here.

ANYWAY. It’s been a while since I was in the fanfic game, but I am having fun. Expect a new one coming down the pipeline in the next few days. Fair warning, April has accused me of having an obsession with Vintage Pinto, and she is correct. I love an late 00’s/early 10s’ fic and I wont apologize.

xx - September.