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seungly · 2 years

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Lovely | Han Jisung

➸ pairing: fiance!Han Jisung x f!reader

➸ genre: fluff

➸ wc: 1k

➸ warning/s: mentions of food and eating, hella cheesy.

a/n: Sunny posted?!?!??? duhr,, Happiest Birthday to our lovely quokka!! Love this guy with all my heart <33

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The music plays a soft melody behind you as you scattered rose petals on your floorboards. It was Han's birthday today and you decided to be romantic. You dolled up in your white flowy dress, pairing it with your only pair of black heels— you really need to go shopping for shoes one of these days. Your hair was still up, forgetting how it's not yet done but your make up paints your features well just how you always do it.

The moment you ran out of petals to drape all over the room, the front door opens to reveal your fiance in his work clothes.

"Now what do we have here?" You hear him giggle while hurriedly taking off his shoes.

"I'm not done yet. Come back in 20 minutes." You pout on your spot. Although the table was set, the food was still in the oven, and you still haven't noticed your hair.

"And leave my love all pretty and without me??" He shook his head, gently placing his bag on the couch before making his way to you. "Love your hair." He smiles, resting his hand on your waist before taking a nice look at you.

Your hair.

"No no! No wait, my hair isn't done yet..." You whine, falling limp on his chest. "I look silly, no?"

You feel him chuckle, before moving his hands to cup your face. He raises your head to face him, and then you saw his specs.

"Oh my god." You couldn't help but smile. He looked so handsome, and fortunately— scrumptious in those glasses.

"Now I'm nervous." He laughs, "what's wrong?"

"Where'd you get those?" You reach up to gently trace his eyewear. "We should skip dinner."

A round of laughter fills the air, and it felt perfect. The light was dim enough to set a mood, the music still playing softly, and the faint smell of burning—

"Shit!" You push him away out of anxiousness before sprinting to the kitchen where you carefully placed your mittens on and cry at the sight of your burnt lasagna. "No no no!"

"Baby? What's wrong?!" Han follows behind you, concerned about what may have happened to see you sulking by the counter. "Oh my, what happened?" He quickly holds you in his arms.

"I forgot about the food. You looked so handsome in those glasses and you made me forget about the food..." You sob, leaning on his chest.

He held back a laugh, drawing circles on your back. "I'm sorry I look good." He chuckled.

"Ji!" You raise your head to pout at him. "We have nothing to eat. I ruined your birthday, baby." You brows knit, letting your head fall back on his chest.

"We'll get something delivered, then while we wait you can fix your make up. I can't even see your pretty face anymore, see? Stop sobbing, my love." He hugs you tightly not caring if your make up stains his shirt. "You can never ruin my birthday."

"You're not mad? You promise?" Your words were muffled in the fabric was enough for him to understand.

"Not when you're wearing this pretty dress." He smirks to himself.

"Han Ji." You lightly slap his chest before pulling away from the hug. "I promise I won't mess up next time."

"Nothing can mess up my birthday as long as I spend it with you." He smiles, wiping away what's left of the tears.

"You're so perfect." You chuckled.

"I know." He scoffs playfully which earned him a slap on the shoulder, "ow! I wasn't done."

"Continue then."

"I know I'm perfect, but I wouldn't be without you." You stare at each other, trying to hold back your laughter before you finally give up.

"That's so cheesy!" You laugh.

"Yeah yeah, okay, but it's true." He shakes his head. "Now I'll get us something to eat while you freshen up, alright?"

"I'm supposed to cater to you, though." You tilt your head with a pout.

"I'd always put you first." He smiles before leaning in to give you a soft kiss.

He watched you walk away, smiling at how pretty you looked in your white dress. He couldn't wait to see you wearing one on the red carpeted aisle. He couldn't help but think of you, you're just so...lovely.

After some time he managed to grab his phone and order food while waiting for you.

"The other dress got messy, I hope you don't mind this one." You tell him as you walk out the hallway.

"You look perfect in everything, you know?" He chuckled before looking at you, and it felt like fireworks the moment he did.

There you stood in a long, white, fitted dress. It felt like his heart was doing flips at the sight of you in it. "Should I change to a simpler fit?" You brush the dress.

"don't you dare." He says almost breathlessly as he takes steps forward to you. "Why can't I marry you now?"

"Oh stop, it's your birthday. I should be praising you." You smile, reaching to cup his fluffy cheek.

"You always do." He holds the hand that rested on his cheek, gently tracing his touch to your arm. "I love you."

"and I get to hear that all the time!" You giggle, throwing your arms around him. "Wanna dance? Let's just dance while we wait." You giggle.

"Oh do I?" He slides his arms around your waist, playfully swaying you both to the song. "You have to sing to me Happy Birthday."

"Whatever you want, fluffy." You smile, softly scratching the back of his neck. "Keep your hair color please?"

"You like it?" His smile turns sly, "and the glasses?"

"I love them." You place a kiss on the corner of his lips, "might be my favorite yet!"

"Oh yeah? How are you ever gonna resist me then?" He pretends to be troubled, knitting hus brows and pouting.

"Don't push it, Ji."

Your laughter were caught at the ring of Han's phone. He gives you a tiny squeeze before excusing himself to get the food.

You stood there on the floor of rose petals, waiting for him with the brightest smile ever. Feeling the giddiness climb up your body in waves of spark as you feel once again the love you had even before the engagement and the labels.

You stood there daydreaming of the future, of the what ifs, but this time knowing that it could happen. It wasn't even the thought of it could happen that excited you the most, it was the thought of them happening with him.

"You didn't sit?" His voice interrupts your thoughts when he finally made it back.

"I was...occupied." You clear your throat before walking with him to the dining room.

"Come on, my pretty fiancee!" He waddled his way to the table, excitedly placing the bags of food down. "Gotta eat, gotta eaaattt!!"

"I do have your cake though!" You smile, sitting on one of the chairs, "but it's a surprise for later."

Once the food was ready, you ate but not before taking a picture for the memories. Han was able to take a few candid pictures of you and a few in which you posed in, and you did the same.

You joked and laughed about past memories and events, catching up on each others day, and teased like middle school crushes.

"I'll fix here while you go make yourself comfy, yeah?" You insist, but he shook his head with a frown.

"I wanna do it. You did so much for me already." Han reached to hold your hand on the table.

"It's your birthday, it's your day to be spoiled, baby." You chuckled, "let me, okay? Now let me go get your cake!" You squeeze his hand a little before standing to grab the cake.

Han propped his phone where it can capture the whole scene, pressing record, and then waiting for you to walk in.

Once you did, his heart melted. You held the cake securely on your hands, singing Happy Birthday as you made your way to him. Han's heart could leap at the sight of you.

You were beautiful, and all he could think about was how many more birthdays he'll get to spend with you. The light from the candle painting you pretty while you concentrated on not dropping the cake. Cute.

"Happy Birthday, Hannie!" You finished with a smile, holding out the cake for him to blow the candle. "Wish first."

and he did.

After blowing the candle, he took the cake from your hands and placed it gently on the table. "I feel like the happiest man on earth right now." He chuckled, pulling you to him, "I can't wait to spend all my birthdays with you."

"and I can't wait to spend every day with you." You smile at him. "Happy Birthday, my love."

Han smiles sweetly, his hands leaving you for a moment to take his glasses off and place them on you before placing his lips on yours.

He pulls away with a content sigh, eyes doe and full of love. "Thank you, lovely."

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taglist:

@starlostseungmin , @zoe8stay , @kim-seung-mo , @bluechans , @lotus-dly ,,

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a/n: it's 3am >:))

feedback is appreciated and please reblog or leave a comment !!

#seungly #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #stray kids x reader #stray kids reactions #stray kids reaction #stray kids han #han jisung fanfic #han jisung x reader #han jisung fluff #han jisung imagines

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maxverstepponme · 1 year

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Ready to send a new list. Part 1 of 2022. 1. January

So what happened in 2022. It started with a theatrical fall on the ice. She definitely will never participate in Dancing with the Stars. Because she isn't one but we might enter her into the Fallon F'lor awards.

01. January: The first Paparazzi call of the year. Location Miami beach. To portray the happy family. Let's ignore the nanny in the background.

February: she posted a picture holding hands that turned out to be taken from pinterest. It was edited to remove a bracelet and brighten the skin tone. She also posted pictures of a Valentine's gift. Roses with a gold rose and a teddy bear. Nonnies found out that this type of bear is not available to purchase from the Monaco florist shop for several months already.

February: Max is in Barcelona for preseason testing. One anon overheard him arguing with someone on the phone in English. "When I get back you better be gone"

February: Kelly sighted in Brazil. Rumors going around Brasilia Max and Kelly are on a break and Sophie supposedly was sighted in Monaco and stayed for some time

02 March: Cheating rumors from her birthday in December are talked about again with new information.

04 March: Max and Victoria celebrate their father's birthday in Ibiza.

07 March: Kelly is back in Monaco with Otitis. Oh no. But don't worry she let us know with creepy selfies. Do you have to take pictures while your boyfriend is kissing you? She also made sure to inform her army about her condition and that she won't make it to Bahrain for the official preseason testing on the 10th. And where was P? Left behind in Brazil.

15 March: in between testing and the official season opener Max went to Dubai for some marketing events. Kelly was allegedly overhead on the phone saying she did not know about the trip but she managed to get some pictures for ads.

20 March: Bahrain season opener. In the morning a nonnie says Max and Kelly were arguing at breakfast. She later spend watching the race from the tower instead of the box. Another nonnie saw Max after the race when she was clingy but after the DNF he just wanted to be left alone. She was also busy talking to her fanpages accounts and and wag pages to take down pictures she regarded as unflattering. Screenshots of the group chats were leaked.

27 March: Jeddah GP yay Max victory. No Kelly. 28 March: A Kelly stan Abril is spreading rumors Jos hit Kelly

30 March: Kelly signs up with a Dutch model agency "Talent Motherhood" 03 April: Max and Kelly celebrate his managers Raymond's birthday with a dinner in Monaco

05 April: Jos unfollows Kelly for a second time

06 April: Kryptic Kelly posts on her closed friends

07 April: Max changes his IG pfp 09 April: a mother of a 15 year old child who runs a Max fanpage reports about an unhappy exchange with Abril.

10 April: Australia GP. Sad DNF Max noises. No Kelly. Also Abril who ran hate accounts against Jos deletes her profile of kelly.piquet fan account

17 April: Kelly is deleting a lot of pictures on her IG feed.

17 April: alleged screenshots between Kelly and a guy she is having an affair with are published by a gossip account that is followed by Jos

24 April: Imola GP. Grand Slam Max. We see Max in normal clothes arriving to the GP. Nice leather jacket.

30 April: Arrival in Miami. Entire Piquet family and Sophie hanging out before the GP next week.

05 May: Kelly has a discussion on Motherhood. She's doing such a good job at it P had to demonstrate how well mannered she is taking the focus away from her. She also generously donated P's old clothes that don't fit anymore. Give her a sainthood now. 16 May: Christening of Victoria's children. Max is a Godfather. Kelly and P and rest of family present. Kelly used it as advertisement for Valentino, who never claimed to work with her

22 May: Kelly deletes most APM Monaco posts. Nonnies claim she was never a real ambassador like Charlotte and Charles are

25 May: Kelly on the red carpet at Cannes Film Festival for the Elvis premier for some reason. Looking every inch the model

28 May: Kelly shows up to Monaco GP with Elon Musks mother for some reason

29 May: Max comes 3rd on the GP. While waiting to go to the podium Kelly and Max are about 1 meter apart of each other. Her glare is fixated away from Max towards the camera that is filming race winner Checo. When the Camera follows Checo towards Max & Kelly she signals him to give her a kiss to be in frame of the camera

03 June: Vacation for Max and Kelly and a bunch of friends in St. Tropez

DAMN

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hardly-an-escape · 3 months

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Can You Scare Me Up a Bit of Love sounds intriguing, for the wip game

thanks so much for asking! the original title of this WIP was "Halloween birthday" and it was, like many of my WIPs, based on a random post that was going around (that I definitely have saved in my drafts somewhere so I can credit OP if I ever get around to posting it!) that headcanoned Hob's birthday as Halloween, and his age such that he would be celebrating his 666th birthday in 2022 when he and Dream reunited. (other people have definitely done something with this too!)

this is one of the earliest Dreamling fics that I ever started, and it eventually evolved into part of the Trilobites & Tuxedos series. if it ever gets finished, it'll be the 'getting together' entry into that particular story. basically, Hob invites Dream to his Halloween party, and against all expectations, Dream actually shows up and like... socializes with Hob's work colleagues. later on in the evening, Hob reveals (just to Dream) that in truth, the party was to celebrate his birthday. mutual feelings are declared. here's a snippet:

“You’re here! I didn’t think you’d actually come, to be honest,” Hob said with a tentative smile. “I have recently been persuaded that it is wise for me to spend more time among the humans whom I serve,” said Dream. “This seemed like an appropriate opportunity.” “I’m so glad.” The words slipped out before Hob could stop them. There was a heartbeat’s worth of awkward silence. “Right. Well. D’you want to come over and meet some of my colleagues? They’re a good lot.” Dream inclined his head in a gesture of assent and Hob ushered him across the room, one hand hovering an inch or so over Dream’s shoulder blade. “Er, how should I introduce you?” he asked quietly as they navigated the crowd. “Only I think ‘Dream’ might raise a few eyebrows. Dunno if that matters.” “I am the Prince of Stories. The Ruler of Dreams and Nightmares,” said Dream, somehow enunciating every capital letter. “But your colleagues may call me Morpheus.” “Righto,” said Hob as they rejoined the professorial circle. “Everyone, this is Morpheus. Morpheus, this is everyone. Lidia, Michael, Phil, Christo, What’s-His-Face, the French one… pause for jeers…” His colleagues obligingly jeered. “Now, who wants a drink?” His hand descended the final half-inch to rest briefly on Dream’s shoulder. The Inn was full, the cider was flowing, and Hob was happy. His friend was there.

thanks for the ask!! WIP game.

#my writing #wip game #tag game #hardly an answer

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vulpes-fennec · 1 year

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Once Upon a Dream 🧵

Summary: This time, the girl saves the prince. For Feysand month 2022’s Fairy Tale AU.

Read: AO3

***Prologue***

Massive flames erupted in the banquet hall, sending courtiers screaming and running. King Beron Vanserra emerged from the blaze, cruelty etched in his dark brown eyes. King Cormac leapt to his feet, darkness curling at the edges of the hall.

“Get out,” his voice thundered. At his side, Queen Orla fearfully clutched her newborn son, Rhysand.

“It looks like my invitation got lost in the mail,” Beron sniffed. He gazed imperiously at the other Kings sitting at the high table: Tamlin of Spring, Tarquin of Summer, Kallias of Winter, Thesan of Dawn, and Helion of Day.

“You are not welcome here. Get. Out,” King Cormac repeated. The audience held its breath anxiously. Any wrong move could lead to an all out war with the Autumn Kingdom.

Beron did not move. “Relax, Your Majesty. I only wish to bestow a gift upon your firstborn.” He smiled slyly. “Listen well, all of you. The prince shall flourish in his youth as one of the most powerful princes to grace the land. But, before the sun sets on his eighteenth birthday, he shall prick his finger on a spinning wheel and fall into a deathless sleep.”

Cries of terror and dismay arose from the room. Queen Orla was a renowned tapestry artist and seamstress; it was simply cruel for her lifelong passion to harm her beloved son.

“You bastard,” the King snarled. The power of Night slammed into Beron and misted the very stones he stood on—moments too late. Beron had teleported away with his fiery portal, his cruel laughter echoing off the walls.

Queen Orla sobbed quietly. “It’s no use. The curse has been placed.”

King Helion arose from his seat. “Not so fast, Your Majesties,” he said. “I may be able to help.”

Queen Orla turned toward her husband, who inclined his head. “Please,” she sobbed. “Help my son. Anything you can.”

Helion’s face softened as he approached the royal family. He knelt before the newborn prince, allowing golden light to pool in his hand.

“Should this curse befall Prince Rhysand, a kiss from his mate shall allow him to wake.” Helion stood up, the golden spell trickling onto baby Rhysand from his hands. He offered the King and Queen of Night a sad smile. “I’m sorry I could not do more. Few things exist strong enough to break such curses.”

The King and Queen thanked him profusely for his assistance anyways. “We will find his mate,” King Cormac vowed to his wife. “I will not let Beron take our son away from us.” Prince Rhysand, with his inky black hair and violet eyes of starlight, cooed playfully in his mother’s arms, blissfully unaware of his fate.

***15 years later***

Feyre Archeron was just about to bite into her bread when she heard the telltale snap-whoosh sound of something getting caught in her trap.

Finally…we will have something meaty for dinner tonight, she excitedly thought. Her mouth watered at the thought of the juicy rabbit—or perhaps even deer—stew Elain would prepare.

But it was a young boy hanging upside down, not a deer or rabbit. Feyre sighed with disappointment. Of course one of the bumbling Illyrian trainees got caught in her trap. His clumsiness meant she would have to reset everything and spend more hours waiting for the next unsuspecting animal.

“Help! Help!” The boy was thrashing wildly. He waved his hands at Feyre when he spied her standing a few feet away. “I’m stuck!”

Feyre sighed again as she climbed the tree, carefully undoing the knots and mechanisms. Although slicing the rope would be easier, her family didn’t have the funds to buy additional supplies for the rest of the month. These days, every little scrap and crumb needed to be rationed. Winter was coming, after all.

She released the rope without remorse, dropping the Illyrian trainee to the ground without warning. He yelped loudly. Feyre leapt down from the branch, ready to scold the boy for messing up her hard work.

But words died in her throat, for he was the most beautiful boy she had ever seen. His short, inky black hair curled slightly around his ears; his skin a tanned brown; and his eyes an ethereal shade of blue. Almost like they were purple.

He seemed strangely familiar, but Feyre was certain she had never met this boy before. Perhaps she’d seen him in a dream.

The boy was meticulously picking dried grass off his black training leathers. He looked at her, looked at the ropes in her hand, then looked at her again. “You laid that trap?” he asked incredulously.

Feyre bristled, drawing herself up to her full height. The Illyrian trainee was slightly shorter than her, making it easy to stare him down. “And what if I did?” she challenged.

Plenty of village boys underestimated her hunting skills, and this boy seemed no different than the others. If she’d brought home something large and juicy today, that would have shut the buffoons up. But alas, she’d only ensnared a pretty boy.

He took a step back, put off by her aggressive tone. “I meant that in a good way,” he conceded smoothly.

“Oh.” Feyre shrugged and began setting her trap again. The boy watched her carefully with his violet eyes, fascinated.

“Do I know you?” he asked, after several moments of silence. “You seem like someone I met before.”

“I don’t think so,” Feyre replied. “I’m from the village and I’ve rarely interacted with the warriors.”

“What’s your name, miss?” he asked curiously. “My name is Rhysand. I’m one of the Illyrian trainees.”

“I can tell.” Feyre jumped back down from the tree, the trap now carefully concealed by a pile of leaves. “My name is Feyre.”

“Feyre.” Rhysand repeated her name like he was savoring something sweet. “It’s nice to meet you.” He glanced towards the bow and quiver of arrows strapped to her back. “Do you hunt in the Illyrian forests regularly?”

“Yes. To provide for my family.” Feyre waited for him to lecture her for wandering alone in the dangerous forests, to say that girls shouldn’t be hunting, blah, blah, blah.

But Rhysand only nodded and said, “I guess you were hoping for a deer, but you found me instead.” His innocent smile melted Feyre’s cautious exterior, and she returned it.

“Want to give me something in return?” she asked.

To her surprise, Rhysand pulled out a black Illyrian blade without hesitation. “How about a new dagger?” he asked. Feyre’s jaw nearly dropped. Illyrian daggers were strong, versatile, and highly valued. The one he was holding looked expensive. Like more than a few month’s worth of wages. Rhysand must’ve seen the hesitation on her face, for he quickly added, “I can get a new one easily, don’t worry.”

Feyre’s fingers brushed his as she took it from him. She marveled at the blade’s weight and balance, the sturdiness of the hilt. A fine weapon indeed. Too valuable to be sold at the market. “Consider us friends, then,” she announced, tucking the sheathed blade into her belt.

“Friends…I don’t have many of those.”

Feyre shrugged. “It’s okay. Me too.”

Rhysand smiled again, a carefree one that made Feyre’s heart flutter. “I have to get back to the war camp now. But will I see you tomorrow? Same spot?” he asked hopefully.

“Yes,” Feyre readily agreed. Rhysand lifted his hand in with a wave as he walked backwards, still smiling at her. The starlight in his pretty eyes was hypnotizing.

Snap-whoosh! The magical moment was broken as Rhysand let out a strangled screech and swung into the air. His ankle was caught in the noose—again. “Rhysand!” Feyre shrieked in frustration, running over to untie him from her trap.

***3 years later***

“Happy eighteenth birthday!” Feyre sang as she gave her friend a bear hug. Rhysand—no, Rhys, as he’d requested her to call him shortly after they became friends—was a solid wall of heat and citrus scent on a misty morning.

Rhys was a man now, taller and brawnier, with broad shoulders and strong arms. She couldn’t believe he was ever shorter than her, for she now had to crane her neck to even look him in the eye. Feyre had even caught a peek of his muscled abdomen on more than one occasion when they swam in the forest springs…it took all her self-control to limit her peeks to only a couple every few minutes.

Feyre herself had stayed the same height, though her curves had filled out more. She wondered if Rhys ever noticed her physical changes the same way she noticed his.

Rhys saw her at least once, if not twice, a week since their fateful encounter. They ran wild through the forest, swimming in springs, foraging for berries, and teaching each other how to fight and hunt. Those activities were fun, but what Feyre loved most was simply sitting and talking to Rhys.

He told her about Windhaven and his monthly visits to their capital city of Velaris. From his wealth and general demeanor, Rhys was clearly from some line of nobility, though he was always vague about his family name.

Feyre confided in Rhys about her love for painting (he’d promptly bought her art supplies every birthday), her father’s poor health, and her sisters’ unhelpful attitudes around the house.

Feyre loved how, unlike the other boys in town, Rhys did not balk at her getting hands bloody after a successful hunt. Probably because he also possessed a vicious streak. When Rhys allowed her to visit him at the war camps, she would watch him win bloody fight after bloody fight with unmatched skill. She also took an immediate liking to his two friends, loudmouthed Cassian and deadly silent Azriel, both rising warriors who also accepted her as she was.

Feyre handed Rhys his gift wrapped in burlap cloth. His violet eyes brimmed with emotion as he regarded the miniature portrait of them cloud gazing.

“Thank you,” he murmured, unexpectedly pressing a soft kiss to Feyre’s forehead. “This is beautiful.” Feyre blushed in the morning light. Lately, it was getting harder to act naturally around Rhys, to pretend she didn’t have emotions stronger than simple friendship.

“I’m glad you like it,” she beamed. “Come, I prepared a breakfast picnic for you!”

Rhys would be returning to Velaris for the rest of the day, to celebrate his birthday with his family. Feyre had constantly begged him to show her around the city, but he always made excuses. He clearly didn’t make exceptions, not even for the occasion of his eighteenth birthday.

Whatever, Feyre pushed her bruised feelings away. Rhys is here right now, and I should be thankful we are spending the morning together.

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Read: Ch. 2

Notes: So I kinda (heavily) leaned on a crutch because this is my first Feysand fic. But I promise I have more original works planned for the rest of the month! Thank you for reading!

Tags: @the-lonelybarricade @feysand-month

#feysand month 22 #feysand month #feysand #feyre archeron #rhysand

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wrestlezon · 1 year

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(hell yeah. heres a whole post blogging about my blog. i hope you like introspective words. if not... then definitely dont click that readmore)

I posted 3,572 times in 2022

That's 3,572 more posts than 2021!

(well... a respectable amount... for this being the first year of Blog Existing)

370 posts created (10%)

3,202 posts reblogged (90%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

pepsitwist

dogcollarpunk

hoodyhoo

allelitewrestlings

(3 people with the best tastes on the site and a fantastic sourced aew content blog. hell yea ofc these were my most reblogged blogs)

I tagged 3,533 of my posts in 2022

Only 1% of my posts had no tags

(oh no. where are they. where are these 40 untagged posts?? how could i leave them BARREN... NO... THEYRE LOST... OUT IN THE COLD...)

#chuck taylor - 576 posts

#orange cassidy - 570 posts

#cm punk - 500 posts

#fanart - 406 posts

#p - 291 posts

#trent beretta - 229 posts

#talkzon - 221 posts

#mjf - 220 posts

#jon moxley - 201 posts

#eddie kingston - 198 posts

(ah yes my top 3 favorite wrestlers. chuck, orange, cm punk. of course. LMAO. funnily enough the pipeline for me was in that exact reverse order... punk vs eddie got me watching the show, then i saw an orange match and was like hey thats fun and cool, then i was like hold up... whos that weird-cute guy who hangs out with him sometimes... and now here i am. with incurable chuck taylor brain worms.)

(ok. actually the story is a bit more ironic than that but if i get too openly genuine on here i'll break out in hives sooooo moving on)

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#excalibur said something last friday along the lines of ''hes not willing to team up with danhausen yet'' which made me laugh out loud. ''ye

(my tag got cut off... i think this is before xkit rewritten added the ''tag too long'' alert for the quicktags thing. i dont even remember what the rest of it was supposed to be... this was on a gifset of the hook birthday chips incident)

My Top Posts in 2022:

thank you aew broadcast team for the instant replay alternate angle on wardlow's very cool pin

295 notes - Posted July 13, 2022

(...i liked wardlow better when he was a vaguely amoral henchman guy but i can appreciate A Very Cool Pin)

"One word to describe me? GAY"

295 notes - Posted October 17, 2022

(the people need to know. they need to know max caster is an entertaining and somewhat unhinged weirdo)

listen. look. i need you to understand. look at this.

SLOUCHED. HANDS BEHIND HIS BACK. HEAD BENT DOWN. cm punk spends most of his promo at this point AVOIDING EYE CONTACT. he never even holds the goddamn mic!!! punk is posturing SO hard to appear as a small harmless creature. so much smaller than hangman.

which he factually ISNT. i mean, look at how he looks when he stands up straight, when he isn't trying to put on an appearance.

See the full post

325 notes - Posted May 26, 2022

(oh noooo lmaoooo not my overly excited cm punk theory-effortpost... embarrassing...... even more embarrassing in hindsight... u_u "wow theyre doing such a good job of working together to tell this fictional story of conflict and antagonism! such acting! such subtlety! wait. what. no. are you guys mad for real. what the")

See the full post

389 notes - Posted June 4, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

how im feeling about that upcoming dog collar match

752 notes - Posted March 5, 2022

(honestly the most shocking part of this was seeing people out in the wild think this was where the sickos meme came from? which doesnt even make sense chronologically?? sickos has been around forever!!! and the original comic is so good. i am not deserving of kartoonist kelly's onion comic clout i am just a wrestle blog)

(also. i have to say. getting into wrestling right as the cmjf feud started was such a mistake... it set the bar too high... wrestling is not normally Like That... ;~;)

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#year in review #talkzon #why do they add like 4 different tags for ''year in review''. no. i will have a single one

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submissivegayfrenchboy · 2 years

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13 / 08 / 2022

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MAN OF THE DAY #49 : SEBASTIÁN STAN

🎉HAPPY BIRTHDAY SEBASTIÁN STAN!!!🎊

Today Romanian-American actor Sebastián Stan celebrates his 40th birthday.

40 years ?! He is so handsome for his age, which is obviously not old, of course. What I mean is that it ages well. Sebastian Stan has a great career already, but his biggest role is still the Winter Soldier. Certainly, he had an award for his role in I, Tonya. Still, I think he will go down in history for his role as James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes/Winter Soldier in the Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU).

This role allowed him to acquire an international status. Indeed, he started in small films, before moving on to various television series. Among them, we can talk about Gossip Girl where he plays a small role.

For my part, I discovered him in the role of Jefferson / The Mad Hatter in the series Once Upon A Time. He plays the role of a father gone mad with sadness really well, but unfortunately he only appears in 6 episodes, when he could have brought a touch of madness and emotion to the series.

Since then, Sebastián Stan has starred in several Marvel films, and this landed him the role of Tommy Lee, Pamela Anderson's first companion, in the Pam & Tommy series available on Disney+.

Sebastian Stan is a great beauty, obviously. I find that what makes him beautiful is the fact that all styles of clothing suit him well: whether he's dressed chic or more cool, whether he wears simple or sophisticated clothes, he is beautiful in all case.

I love his nose, his mouth, his eyes, and all haircuts suit him, although I prefer when he wears his hair short. This highlights his regular face, his square jaw, his strong and laughing look at the same time. He is very muscular, which obviously is a nice extra.

And when I was talking about clothes, I love when he wears fur!!! It makes me want to snuggle up to him and breathe his scent on those fur coats.

Above all, his feet!! He has beautiful, big, hairless feet that deserve to be sniffed and licked adoringly by his fans. I would be happy to do so, to spend my life licking his feet!!!

Sebastian Stan is a talented actor, a generous and funny man, and I dream of being able to be loved by him or to be his slave to serve him. I love the characters he portrays, and he's very versatile.

I hope he will continue for a long time, especially to play in Marvel the role of Bucky.

I worship Sebastián Stan, a true alpha male seductive, funny, hot and talented.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SEBASTIAN STAN!!!!

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HOMME DU JOUR #49 : SEBASTIÁN STAN

JOYEUX ANNIVERSAIRE SEBASTIÁN STAN

Aujourd'hui l'acteur roumano-américain Sebastián Stan fête ses 40 ans. 40 ans ?! Il est tellement beau pour son âge, qui n'est évidemment pas un âge vieux, bien entendu. Ce que je veut dire, c'est qu'il vieillit bien.

Sebastian Stan a une belle carrière déjà, mais son plus grand rôle reste le Soldat de l'hiver. Certes, il a eu une récompense pour son rôle dans Moi, Tonya. Pourtant, je pense qu'il restera connu pour son rôle de James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes / le Soldat de l'Hiver dans l'Univers Cinématographique Marvel. Ce rôle lui a permis d'acquérir un statut international. En effet, il a commencé dans des films sans grande envergure, avant de s'orienter vers diverses séries télévisées. Parmi elles, on pourra citer Gossip Girl.

Pour la part, je l'ai découvert dans le rôle de Jefferson / Le Chapelier Fou dans la série Once Upon A Time. Il joue vraiment bien le rôle d'un père devenu fou de tristesse, mais malheureusement il apparaît seulement dans 6 épisodes, alors qu'il aurait pu apporter une touche de folie et d'émotion dans la série. Depuis, Sebastián Stan a joué dans plusieurs films Marvel, et cela lui a fait obtenir le rôle de Tommy Lee, premier compagnon de Pamela Anderson, dans la série Pam & Tommy disponible sur Disney+.

Sebastian Stan est d'une grande beauté, évidemment. Je trouve que ce qui fait sa beauté c'est le fait que tous les styles vestimentaires lui vont bien : qu'il soit habillé de manière chic ou plus cool, qu'il porte des vêtements simples ou sophistiquées, il est beau dans tous les cas. J'adore son nez, sa bouche, ses yeux, et toutes les coupes de cheveux lui vont, même si je préfère quand il porte les cheveux courts. Cela met en valeur son visage régulier, sa mâchoire carrée, son regard fort et rieur en même temps. Il est très musclé, ce qui évidemment est un agréable supplément.

Et quand je parlais de vêtements, j'adore quand il porte de la fourrure !!! Ça me donne envie de me blottir contre lui et respirer son odeur sur ces manteaux de fourrures.

Et surtout, ses pieds !! Il a de beaux grands pieds pas poilus qui méritent d'être reniflés et léchés avec adoration par ses fans. Je serai ravi de le faire pour le reste de ma vie.

Sebastian Stan est un acteur talentueux, un homme généreux et drôle, et je rêve de pouvoir être aimé par lui ou alors être son esclave pour le servir. J'aime les personnages qu'il incarné, et il est très polyvalent.

J'espère qu'il continuera longtemps, surtout à jouer dans l'Univers Cinématographique Marvel le personnage passionnant de Bucky.

Je vénère Sebastián Stan, c'est un vrai mâle alpha drôle, séducteur, gentil et passionné.

JOYEUX ANNIVERSAIRE SEBASTIÁN STAN

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devilofsf-cisco · 1 year

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I posted 547 times in 2022

That's 547 more posts than 2021!

81 posts created (15%)

466 posts reblogged (85%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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@chris-grimaldi

@xaviernottheprofessor

@emmie-fitzgerald

@castillodeleon

I tagged 547 of my posts in 2022

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#chris - 77 posts

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#meet the family para - 18 posts

#love language para - 17 posts

#swtask - 17 posts

Longest Tag: 113 characters

#//this reply cracked me up. not even shared his career and he's out here talking about loincloths and unitards xd

My Top Posts in 2022:

“Tell me you’ve swiped some of the finger foods,” Cisco said, tipping his cocktail class to his lips. Once he lickd away remnants from his lips, he smiled, “You look great by the way. Consider this me asking you to save me a dance at some point tonight. And with the unwritten rules of birthdays and birthday parties, I’m about ninety-nine percent sure you can’t say ‘no’.”

40 notes - Posted September 23, 2022

Try Everything | Astro

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It was Cisco’s turn to pick an activity for he and Astrid’s Try Something New Sundays. During the weeks since coming back from the island, he’d been working on building his strength back up from the months away from the gym, and he was possibly joining a new filming project soon. But he enjoyed the time he would get with Astrid, especially on Sundays with their new tradition.

He’d just gotten out of the shower and dressed in a simple outfit of jeans and a v-neck t-shirt, and as he walked to the living room, he was greeted by Ace and Daisy. “Hey you rascals,” he replied, rubbing their heads and patting their backs with each hand. “Where’s your mum at?” he asked, watching them casuall wander away.

41 notes - Posted July 9, 2022

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Cisco: Hey darling, when you get this, I've got some great news to share.

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Taking the Plunge | Astro

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Wanting to spend some more one-on-one time together, Cisco invited Astrid for an easygoing hike and a swim thereafter. Having jogged around the island daily, he had a good idea of how long it took to get to significant spots on the island. The waterfall wasn’t far at all, but Cisco figured they could take a scenic route to get there if they so chose. With the two of them now having bungalow access, he’d been well-rested, trimmed his mess of a beard, and was dressed for a nice time in the water with Astrid. While waiting outside of the bungalow for her, he’d done some light stretches, reaching down to his toes and doing some lunges, up until he saw her. “Hello, darling,” he greeted, smiling at the sight of her. “Ready to go?”

48 notes - Posted May 2, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

If, just hours earlier, you had told Cisco that the first thing he’d be doing upon joining the cast of this show was getting dressed like he was going on a hot date...only to be told to put on a giant dinosaur costume and board a yacht, he would’ve thought you’d gone crackers.

Yet here he was, boarding a yacht with a bunch of strangers. In a dinosaur costume. “Bloody hell,” was the first thing out of his mouth. He’d worn uncomfortable outfits. He’d been rigged to ball-crushing harnesses and wires that gave some God-awful wedgies. But this was something else entirely. And although he’d done his best to shrug it off and carry his usual ease and comfort, the situation didn’t stop him from telling the first person he crossed paths with, “I truly didn’t think I’d be wond’rin this early on just what I’d gotten myself into.”

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notmuchofatail · 2 years

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Birthday Blues || One-Shot

Timestamp: September 1st, 2022 - 11:28pm. Summary: After all these years, Gregory finally celebrates his birthday the way he wants to; all by himself. Warnings: Anxiety, Depression, Drugs, Thoughts of Suicide, Mentions of Self Harm.

This year - Gregory Eeyore wanted to spend his birthday the same way he wanted to spend just about every other birthday.

Alone.

Usually, this was not a wish in which he was granted. No matter what, he couldn’t escape his parent’s loving embraces or the insistences of the few who reached out to him every year.

It was… easier this year though.

For once - he’d managed to avoid people all day. Though a lot of that he could likely thank coincidence for, the stars still seemed to align for him today. Perhaps… a birthday gift from the universe, finally granting him his years long unfulfilled wish.

Whatever it was, it worked.

For starters - he didn’t work on the farm Thursdays. Check avoiding the Moon Family off his list! Secondly, he wasn’t on the schedule at work today, he’d made sure of that weeks ago. It was likely to be a slow day anyways - and most employees got their birthdays off. Now normally that did not include Greg - but this year? He figured he’d follow that rule. Just one time. From there? The rest had been easy. Walk Tucker in the morning, way before anyone would be around the shop - and then simply stay out all day. He might’ve even spent it in Enchantra but.. Given the whole magic situation, most of it was still much more overgrown than usual. But regardless, he stuck to the outskirts of town anyways. Walked near the forest. Stayed by the lake. Avoided the town. Avoided people.

Took time to himself.

Everyone had always been telling him to do that, right?

And really it was easy to dissuade anyone who did try to text him as well (read; people like Ian) by simply saying he was spending the day with his parents. Out of town for a hot second. Be back really late. That he’d take a rain check.

That wasn’t the case either though.

See - Gregory hadn’t even spoken to his parents since May.

Perhaps his best kept secret but… he’d moved into Ruff to Fluff for a reason, after all - and it wasn’t just under the pretenses of wanting to have space. To be independent. No.. in fact he didn’t really want to move out at all - but.. It had quickly become his only choice. They hadn’t even shown up to the Grand Opening. He hadn’t gone back for Sunday dinners. They hadn’t wished him a happy birthday…. And.. well, if they’d texted him, he wouldn’t have known…. But that was what he deserved, wasn’t it? All the years he’d tried to tell everyone that he wasn’t a good person. A good son. It was a fair bit more believable now, wasn’t it? Now his parents finally got it.

Eventually everyone did.

Just like eventually everyone left.

They always did.

What Gregory failed to realize was that it didn’t help if he pushed everyone away either. As much as he wanted to believe that people would leave him behind eventually no matter what, he was just as guilty as forcing others away when they got too close as well. Too comfortable. As if he distanced himself first, it might not hurt too bad.

Maybe then he might’ve realized that his parents' anger wasn’t unjustified. That it wasn’t even rooted in hate or disappointment but just in deep, deep concern for their son. That it wasn’t… them who had cut him off but the other way around. Though, it truly hadn’t been his intention either… but Gregory was scared. Scared of what they’d think. What they’d do.

He’d never intended on them finding out about the demons that haunted him daily - or the activities in which he partook in to keep them at bay… but he supposed after endless years of wearing long sleeves year round, drawing away from people and general mood swings, one was bound to find out eventually.

In the end…it wouldn’t even matter. If.. anything, the unfortunate distance between himself and his parents just… helped him get his one wish.

Solitude.

So now - hours later, he’d managed to sneak his way back into his own apartment without being noticed - door once again locked behind him. The apartment was quiet - the rats sleeping in their hammock, Tucker curled up on his bed, the gentle hum of fish filters...and the only light filtering through his blinds coming from the walkway lights outside.

It was peaceful - for just a moment.

There was a short clutter of rummaging that broke the calm that had blanketed the apartment as Gregory sorted through his cabinets, finding his desired objects before he turned back to the fridge and slipped out the single cupcake that had been sitting on the top shelf all week. The dessert was taken out of its container and placed none too gingerly upon the small table tucked across the way, before Gregory roughly fell into the chair behind it. His fingers moved then, pressing a lone, unused candle into the cake before he adjusted to snatch the lighter he’d brought over - lighting the candle easily and discarding the object back to the table.

The flame cast a soft light over his features and the rest of the space - adding to the dimly lit atmosphere as he breathed heavily through his nose. Twenty four. That was how many years he’d managed to navigate his life and more often than not, Gregory couldn’t help but think perhaps…that was just twenty-four too many.

And the worst part was Gregory didn’t even know why.

Why he felt this way.

Jun said he wasn’t broken… that he wasn’t something that needed fixing but… That must have been wrong…right? There was no reason that he should feel this way every waking day without reason. He was… young. He had his own place. A degree. Money to fall back on. Parents that -... People that supported him. His very own, successful business.

He had plenty of things going right for him.

So why did every day feel like he was treading water? Why did he wake up feeling like the only thing he wanted to do was just close his eyes and never open them again. Why did every task feel so grueling. Every conversation so draining. Why couldn’t he just do things normally? It was frustrating. It was exhausting. It was---.. It was wasteful. That all the good got wasted on people like Gregory Eeyore, and that others suffered. With real problems. Real concerns. That people who wanted to live and were happy were the ones often taken away too soon, while people like him got chance after chance and only just continued to squander them. It was a waste.

He was a waste.

Gregory reached out then, his fingers pinching closed over the small flame - not even phased by the burn that licked around his fingers before the entire thing smothered out. The small whisp of smoke disappearing into the air as quick as it came, extinguishing with it the warm glow as Gregory leaned back in his chair with a sigh.

It didn’t have to be a waste - he could control that much.

The young man shifted again, digging deep into his pocket until he felt his fingers curl around a smooth container. Something he slipped out of his pocket with practiced ease - his eyes finding the unlabeled pill case as his lips pulled into a tight frown. He knew he needed to stop buying them. It was a dirty habit to get into. One he’d been adamant he never would but - guess he’d failed that too, huh? Just like everything else. Plus he liked to believe it had helped… at least..for a little bit. There had been a few days where he’d started feeling normal again. Where.. Things weren’t so awful. But then things started getting hard again. So he’d… just take another. Take a second. A third. Until he could find that peace he’d been shortly granted. It was a cycle - and Gregory knew he’d fallen right into it.

A soft popping noise came from Gregory as he flicked off the lid, dumping the lot of them into his palm until nothing else shook free from the bottle. For a long time, Greg found himself staring down at the mountain of pills in his hand, eyes reading over the stamped codes over and over again as the other hand spun the empty container absently.

It didn’t have to be hard... Finding peace.

It wouldn’t be hard at all, would it?

It’d be… just like going to sleep. He’d never even know… right?

He just wanted it to stop. That wasn’t so bad, was it? So what if he was a quitter… it wouldn’t be the first time… but.. It could be the last - and that was a relieving thought. That.. he’d never have to worry about it again.

It’d be over.

A sudden weight pressed against his leg and Greg felt his gaze finally tear away from the pills, instead looking down at Tucker who’d pressed his front legs against his own, looking up at him with a tilted head and wagging tail. His hand stopped moving, fingers curling tightly onto the pills as his lip twitched slightly with an emotion he didn’t quite recognize. He wanted to shoo him. To tell him to go and lay down. That it was fine. He knew what he was doing… - but deep down Gregory wondered if Tucker knew too, and that he wouldn’t dare leave him now. Though... he had to suppose he did… That was his job, wasn’t it? He knew Tucker wasn’t just… a gift for Greg when he’d been having a tough year. No.. his mother hadn’t adopted Tucker out of shelter and let Greg keep him. He’d been bought. A bred and trained service dog for anxiety and PTSD. Nothing seemed to slip by him either. Always on top of Greg’s shifts in moods or stupid ideas.

One could argue that it was Tucker that had stopped this very train of thought many times before.

Another sigh pushed through Gregory’s lips as he shoveled all of the medication back into its container, a deep feeling of shame crawling up his neck and heating his cheeks. It was stupid. He was stupid.

Coward. Spineless. Pathetic.

Hesitating, Gregory shook two pills back out of the container onto a shaky palm. These he downed dryly before he finally snapped the lid back onto the bottle and threw it across the table, letting it slide over the wood and clatter off onto the floor. His gaze followed it as it rolled along the tile, his free hand now falling to rest atop Tucker’s head where he gently scratched behind the pup’s ears.

“...it’s okay.” He spoke softly - either to reassure himself or the dog, but..which even he wasn’t sure. “...I’m-... I’m fine. It’s… - I’m..I’m fine.”

…twenty five, he told himself - pinching a small corner of the cupcake off to feed to Tucker as he failed to contain the sob that broke from his lips.

Twenty five.

Just make it to twenty five.

Just one more year.

If he could just make it one more year, then….- this time, he promised. This time he’d be done.

Even if last year he’d made the very same one.

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kwonnsy · 2 years

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happy birthday seungkwan 🐻🍊

#seventeen #seventeen fanart #seungkwan #boo seungkwan #our_ace_seungkwan_day #my favorite tangerine boy (":#may he spend his birthday & rest of 2022 well #ty for the laughs I really do appreciate it #also that amazing vocal range #bby boo got me crying #once again hbd <3

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faulty-writes · 2 years

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[ Alright, my dear followers and or Tumblr users. I’m so happy to share with you my first piece of fanfiction for the year of 2022! This Touya/Dabi themed reader insert is not necessarily a complete fanfiction, rather it’s what I have decided to call a “scene” which basically just means I thought of a scene, wrote it out and decided to share it. I hope you enjoy! ]

Happy Birthday to our beloved villain, Touya Todoroki!

PICTURE IT:

You’re a rather antisocial individual who just happens to find yourself in a bit of trouble whenever you're in public, the reason? Well, it could be argued you have a knack for running into people who happen to know just what buttons to push to get you to activate your quirk and after a few incidents that resulted in severely injured civilians. You suddenly find that you’re not only in the pro heroes line of interest, but the villains as well. Both parties keep tabs on you, despite the fact you’re just trying to live your version of a normal life. However, yet another villain makes himself known to you and during laundry day too, if it weren’t for the fact you lived in a penthouse on top of a building. You would have tried to make a run for it.

To some, it may seem strange that you lived in a small penthouse on top of a very old and rather disheveled building. But the rent was cheap and you had heard it once belonged to a young vigilante who much like yourself, seemed to have a unique and yet powerful quirk that tended to lead them into troublesome situations.

You could admit to yourself that you had abused your quirk more than once which resulted in many heroes and villains seeking you out, but none more dangerous than those that made up what you knew as the ‘League of Villains’ and while you had made conscious efforts to distance yourself from the rest of society to avoid causing any more trouble.

You were, to some extent, an introvert. You didn’t mind spending time alone and in a sense, preferred it. Solitude was never quite lovelier. However, it seemed on this day a certain villain known as ‘Dabi’ decided to make his appearance known.

How long he had been keeping an eye on you and by whose orders was unknown. But at least he decided to introduce himself on a nice day, though you would have appreciated a warning considering you were in nothing but your undergarments.

The reason? Simply because it was laundry day and to ensure every single piece of laundry was done, you tended to strip down to a single pair of underwear and a low-cut tank top. Given the fact you lived in an isolated area, it was highly unlikely that anyone would see you or the ink that happened to be embedded into your skin.

Colorful hues ran down one arm and black and gray down the other, not that you paid much mind to your tattoos at this point. In fact, you had completely forgotten the reason why you decided to get this extensive amount of ink. But it was too late to fix it now and besides that, the crisp cool air felt good against your skin.

Though your penthouse had a small washer and dryer, you had managed to put up a clothesline to save a little on your electric bill and let your clothes air dry. Sure it took longer, but in a sense, it was worth it. A soft hum escaped you as you carelessly dropped the laundry basket against the rooftop.

Ignoring the way that thud echoed as you went about taking the still wet pieces of clothing and clasping them to the clothesline. The soft chirping of birds was heard off in the distance accompanied by the sound of the city traffic, however, yet another noise came. One that echoed with a raspy, deep voice that shattered through the air like glass.

“Well, well, well,” you couldn’t help the way you jumped nor the gasp that slipped past your lips. The wet shirt you were holding fell to the ground with a loud plop, but at the moment that was the least of your worries. You quickly spun around to see him. That scarred skin was unmistakable, as was that devilish smirk he wore and his messy black hair.

You had heard of him, his description and the aura he gave off were uncanny. Yet, the most outstanding feature of this villain was those piercing blue eyes he possessed, it was hard to tear your own away from them. From what you remembered, he went by the name Dabi.

Your lips were parted, allowing your jaw to hang ajar. Yet no words came, and Dabi noticed the way your body tensed. His eyes shifted to your feet when you took a step back which almost made him chuckle. His eyes glanced back up, tracing the lines of ink across your skin which seemed to spark his interest.

“I’d more or less be afraid of those tattoos if I weren’t such a bastard,” he taunted with a wicked smirk, one that sent a violent chill down your spine. Your feet felt frozen to the ground as he began walking forward, closing the distance between the two of you.

His long-tailed jacket blew violently with the strong gust of wind that came to ruffle the trees and cause goosebumps across your skin. Despite your better instincts and the fact you were on top of a damn roof, you couldn’t help yourself from stumbling back. However, this proved to be somewhat of a mistake.

You had forgotten about the laundry basket you had placed on the floor and lost your balance when you tripped over it. Your arms violently circled around the air even as you landed on the ground with a loud thud. You could feel the rough texture of the rooftop against the palm of your hands, along with the painful ache that now coursed through the back of your legs.

Your backside hurt as well, which was understandable considering it took the brunt of the impact. Dabi, however, seemed unphased by this and continued forward which forced you to begin frantically crawling back. The heels of your bare feet began to burn, more than likely receiving minor cuts from the repeated impact against the ground.

But the only thing on your mind at that moment was getting as far away from Dabi as possible. However, an involuntary cry left your lips when you felt the metal lining of the rooftop press into your back. This was followed by a loud hiss as you felt an ache course through the space of your shoulder blades.

“O-Oh no...” you turned your head, almost as if you were actually questioning what the hell you hit before you turned back, locking your eyes on Dabi. You then held one hand out as you tried to get back on your feet, though the minor discomfort you were experiencing made the task somewhat difficult. But regardless, you cried out, “S-Stay back!” which seemed to catch his attention.

He came to a brief halt, his eyes were slightly wide but that was more than likely due to the fact he hadn’t expected you to make an outburst like that. “Heh, little vixen knows how to yip,” he said with a faint chuckle before that smirk came back to his face. “Who knew someone so powerful could act so damn innocent,” with those words, he resumed walking towards you.

Your heart was racing, and you weren’t sure if it was the adrenaline pumping through your veins or your flight or fight response. But you found yourself shouting, “I said stay back!” once more. Sure your quirk was powerful. But it was your quirk that resulted in living in this semi-isolated part of Japan, to begin with, and more than likely, why Dabi was present before you.

What was he here for? Was he planning to kidnap you? Force you into whatever villainous organization he was a part of? “Pft,” Dabi hissed between his teeth as he held up his arms, his palms were facing upward and a mere few seconds went by before they combusted into blue flames.

You could feel the immense heat from where you stood and once again tried to take a step back. However, your legs hit the railing this time and before you had the chance to turn your head, one of Dabi’s hands wrapped around your throat. That gasp that came all but evaporated into the air when you felt the scolding hot temperature of his palm and fingers.

You clenched your jaw, feeling the way your skin slowly began to burn. If it weren’t for the fact his other hand was hovering just above your face with those furious blue flames surrounding it, you would have wondered if he had planned to actually melt your throat just now.

The skin of your face felt toasty and sweat was beginning to form which caused your cheeks to burn all the more. “Heh,” he let out a soft chuckle, but you didn’t bother to glance at his face. Rather your eyes kept staring at those furious flames, watching as they danced over each one of his fingers.

“I didn't think good little vixens got their skin covered in ink but looks like you're a little different," his words seemed to hold some amusement to them as he finally lowered his hand and slowly leaned down, seeming to take some pride in the fact your body was trembling. Were you afraid? Yes. Could you have gone without Dabi’s continued taunting? Also yes.

“Looks like you’re too damn scared to do anything, but I’d turn you to ash sooner than you could actually do something useful,” he stated, glancing away just as that smirk on his face disappeared. “But you caught Shigaraki’s attention, so I guess that’s something,” he stated before his eyes settled on you once more.

You could feel the way the metal edge of the rooftop dug into the back of your already sore legs, but you couldn’t do anything about it considering Dabi seemed intent on pushing his way past the line of personal space. He leaned closer, faintly brushing his nose against yours.

However, you cringed slightly which seemed to tickle Dabi’s fancy considering he gave another chuckle and proceeded to wrap one arm around your waist, pulling you snug against him. You were slightly ashamed of the surprised cry that came from you, but it seemed your natural reaction was to push against his chest.

“Let me go!” you demanded, trying your best to stomp on his feet. But he seemed unaffected by this and removed his hand from your neck, revealing a deep red imprint. He then reached up and forcefully took hold of your hair and pulled your head back which caused you to give another yelp.

Once again, he smirked as he took in the sight of you and it shouldn’t come as a surprise that he took some form of pleasure seeing someone so helpless and under his control. Nowhere to go or run unless he allowed it. Your jaw was clenched but soft hisses escaped you as the cold atmosphere continued to kiss your burnt neck.

However, your body went stiff when you felt his breath just barely ghost the side of your neck. Then he did something you hadn’t expected. He lapped his tongue over his lips before purposely brushing them along the fresh tender skin of your throat which caused you to squirm.

Yet, you couldn’t move that much considering the close distance circumstances and the fact that his hand was still entangled in your hair. In the back of your mind, you really hoped he wasn’t planning to set your hair on fire. Yet, that earlier fear you felt was slowly being replaced by anger when you yet again heard him chuckle.

“B-Bastard…” you whispered, though Dabi heard you and he chose to respond in a rather egotistical way. “Heh,” he huffed quietly, “guilty as charged,” he responded before he pulled his lips back and allowed his teeth to sink into your neck causing you to scream out.

Your whole body squirmed and you rapidly kicked your feet against his knees, somewhat hoping you’d hit the right spot so they’d buckle and give you a chance to escape. But such never happened. You then tried to reach up and attempt to scratch at any open section of flesh he had.

However, his arms were the closest thing you could reach and you barely got to sink your nails into them before you felt his teeth retract. The intense burning due to his saliva and the now indented bite marks left behind caused another painful ache to course through the side of your neck.

But, it seemed Dabi only wanted to harm you further as he reached to violently grab your wrists and tear your hands away from his arms. You grunted as he then crossed your wrists above your head and once again pressed your bodies together.

His body, though you hadn’t meant to initially notice, was so warm. But not as warm as the fire that once again engulfed his hands causing you to scream out for the second time. Your own knees threatened to give out, but Dabi’s body acted as a pillar.

Refusing to allow you to fall to the ground despite the pain that you currently experiencing. You could feel the way his flames ate away layer after layer of your skin. “Heh…nice try,” he said as his flames died down though he ignored the faint trail of tears that were now streaming down your face.

He also paid no mind to the fact that you were glaring at him. Instead, he leaned over your shoulder and pressed his lips against your ear. “I’m a bad bastard who happens to like causing pain...and the look of these tattoos across your skin,” your eyes widened and you tried to ignore the way his raspy voice caused you to flush.

"Too bad I might have ruined the ones on your wrists,” his words went from raspy to downright chipper and yet again, that anger was back. You growled despite sniffling a few short seconds later and trying to blink away the last of your tears. Letting them slowly glide down your cheeks before landing on the ground below.

“Bas-” before you could finish your sentence, you felt his teeth sink into the flesh of your ear. But unlike before, it wasn’t meant to cause you any pain. Rather, it seemed like he was trying to flirt or be affectionate and it caused a shiver to course down the length of your spine.

You latched onto your lip and squirmed, trying desperately to get Dabi to release your ear. By some miracle, a few seconds later, he pulled away. However, you could feel the faint amount of saliva he left behind, and the after-sensation of his tongue lapping along the shell of your ear was still there, making your skin tingle.

You couldn’t help the sharp inhale of breath that came as Dabi then released your wrists, exposing the burnt skin to the cold. You pressed your hands against your chest, daring to look down at your now crisp red skin. It burned faintly, but not as much as the hand-shaped burn on your neck which you were quickly reminded of when Dabi reached up and grasped the sides of your face.

Forcing your head up which caused the skin of your neck to stretch and once again that painful burning came, making you clench your jaw as you stared into the sea of blue that made up his eyes. However, you noticed how they shifted down to what you assumed was your chest.

You had almost forgotten that you were in nothing but your undergarments, which made it all the more embarrassing knowing that a villain, that Dabi got a full view of almost everything. However, he then reached forward and you were fully prepared to smack his hand away if not for the fact he yet again took hold of one of your wrists.

“Hey!” you shouted as your other hand reached over to grasp his shoulder, attempting to pull yourself out of his grip which wasn’t the brightest idea considering you were so close to the edge of the rooftop but maybe if you were lucky you’d fall and land in an open dumpster.

However, Dabi merely looked at the ink embedded into your wrist which was surprisingly still intact and he couldn’t resist running his thumb along the lines that made up the shape of your tattoos. You trembled, similar to a sunburn, it seemed when one applied pressure the pain intensified.

Still, it got Dabi smirking once more and he paused before yet again leaning down to be at eye level with you. “It’s my birthday,” he said which had you furrowing your brows in response, but he continued nonetheless. “Mind if I get a better taste?” he questioned and before you could ask what he meant, you watched as that tongue of his come out and slowly glided across his lips.

“...uh...” you trailed off as he leaned back up, forcing your arm to go along with him. You hissed and reached your free hand up to his shoulder, digging your nails into it. However, this went unnoticed by him as he brought your wrist up to his mouth and his tongue once again came out. He proceeded to slither it against the shades of black and color that painted your wrist.

You shivered at the feeling of the moist trail left behind by that tongue which caused your skin to yet again burn. One would have thought he’d pull away, but his tongue traced the inside of your palm which remained without ink, and flicked its way up your finger.

“Mm,” he hummed in satisfaction before smacking his lips together and looking at you, there was a hint of hunger in his eyes which had your jaw hanging open. “W-Wait,” you tried to stop him, but he yet again lapped his tongue over your wrist.

“Ah…” you let out a soft whimper as that wet muscle then traced the length of your forearm and you nearly jumped when you felt him press a kiss to your inner elbow. He then resumed trailing his tongue up to your shoulder before he paused for a brief moment, noticing the way you were trembling and the goosebumps he had felt on the tip of his tongue.

“Heh…cold?” he questioned and though you were panting slightly, somewhat flushed due to his simple yet strange actions. You hissed out, “Shut up…” before he smirked and yet again reached up to tangle one hand in your hair. A soft growl rumbled in your throat as he leaned over to press his lips against the burnt skin of your neck once more.

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I Can’t Keep Pretending (Charlie Gillespie x Original Character)

Warnings: mentions of cheating and sexual innuendos, but nothing explicit. A/N: Just a thought that came to mind when listening Back to December by Taylor Swift. Hopefully, you like it! Disclaimer: This is a FICITONAL writing piece! In no way do I claim characters in this piece act this way in real life.

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I can’t keep pretending (Charlie Gillespie x Original Character)

“Happy birthday-...Charlie?”

“Cadence?”

Both people stood at Owen’s door, speechless and shocked to see one another. After a beat and a pause, the air grew uncomfortable and awkward as they stood there staring at each other.

“Charlie, who is it?” Owen called from the Kitchen, shaking Charlie out of his trance. He motioned for Cadence to enter the apartment, who rushed over to Owen and gave him a big hug.

“Cady! So good to see you!” Owen gave her a bone crushing hug and lifted her off her feet as he hugged her, something he enjoyed as she was quite short. “I thought you were leaving today!”

“I am! I was on my way to the airport and I wanted to stop by and give you your birthday gift” Cadence handed him a beautifully wrapped rectangle box, which Owen opened up eagerly. All the while, Charlie stood awkwardly in the background, never really straying far from the front door, watching the interaction between the two. “Figured that since you were going to start shooting for season 2, these would come in handy” Owen pulled out two drumsticks and flickered light when they made contact with each other.

“You are the bestest friend ever!” He gave her another bear hug, thanking her for the gift.

“I thought I was your best friend?” Charlie pouted, something which Cadence softly rolled her eyes to.

Owen and Cadence had been friends since they were 5 years old, as she was the first friend Owen made when he moved back to America from Germany. The two went to school together and eventually were homeschooled together when Owen pursued acting and Cadence pursued figure skating and dance. Being next door neighbours helped build their friendship too. Even when Owen scored his first gig as Crispo, Cadence was offered a spot on the Junior Olympic team and had to move to LA. Their mothers loved the timing and the two friends couldn’t complain, but as they grew older, their careers would often take them to different places. Owen lived in between Oklahoma and California, while Cadence ended up living between California and Canada. Even though their careers were taking them in different directions, they always made time for one another.

That’s how Cadence met Charlie.

When Owen started filming Julie and the Phantoms, he often visited Cadence when she was free, since she was training in Vancouver at the time. Naturally, Cadence met the cast and they all became friends very quickly, which led them to spend a lot of time together. Her and Charlie naturally hit it off as she loved everything to do with skating and he loved hockey. The connection over the ice rink evolved into commonalities with favorite TV shows and soon everyone around them disappeared. Not that anyone minded! To be honest, everyone, including Owen, thought it was a matter of time before the two got together. Cadence was calm, poised and controlled, while Charlie was the opposite. They pulled out the best in each other and when they broke up, their friends mourned over the end of their relationship too. It didn’t help that it wasn’t a pretty break up either.

“You are my best friend Charlie, but you’re more like a bro, y’know?” Charlie smiled and Owen’s phone began to ring. “It’s my mom, let me take this call!” and without a thought disappeared into his room, leaving Cadence and Charlie alone.

“So, how have you been?” Cadence couldn’t handle awkward silences and she silently cursed Owen, knowing he knew how she felt about Charlie. “Working on any new projects?”

“Other than Julie and the Phantoms, nothing is coming up. But I did do a fun Netflix short film type thing, so there’s that” He sat down on one side of the couch and Cadence followed, sitting on the other side. She sat straight, hands in her lap, shoulders a little stiff. He sat hunched over, hands linked together, shoulders sagging. “How about you? Owen said you qualified for 2022 Winter Olympics”

“Yeah, I did. Just training for that really.” another awkward pause, both people looking for something to say. “Are you excited to start filming?”

“Yeah. I mean it’s been a while and we’re excited to get on board, so there’s that...” Anyone could tell that Charlie was looking for some way to prolong his response so that there were no more empty spaces, but how could they so that since the last time they saw each other was when they broke up? Especially when it was something that people talked about for weeks...

***

Charlie drank way too much that night. A combination of work stress and missing Cadence had gotten to be a little too much, resulting in one too many drinks and a few poor judgement calls later. Some girl at the bar had wanted his attention and Charlie couldn’t help but think she looked a lot like Cadence. Next thing he knew, she was giving him hickeys and making out with him, something Charlie didn’t fight at the beginning. However, in the drunken haze, he had a moment of clarity where he pushed the girl off of him and walked home to clear his head. He would have to explain this to Cadence because he felt guilty about it, but he was sure she would understand.

Charlie found out the fastest way to sober up that night and it involved Cadence standing in the living room with a box of Tim Horton’s donuts, looking confused, shocked and heartbroken. Charlie then became painfully aware of the hickeys decorating his neck and the fact that he was stumbling into his apartment at 2am didn’t help his case.

“Cadence? I thought you were in Vancouver for the rest of the week?” he saw her grip on the box of donuts tighten.

“I wanted to surprise you” her voice wavered, and she took careful deep breaths to stop the tears from falling. “Should I even ask?”

“Cadence I swear, it’s not what it looks like. I had a little too much to drink-”

“If it’s not what it looks like, then what is it Charlie?” he stood there speechless and stuttered to come up with an explanation. No matter what way Charlie tried to recount the events of the night, each version sounded worse than the previous version. “So you drank too much, saw a girl that looked like me, made out with her, even though you knew I was in Vancouver?”

Charlie couldn’t speak because she recounted the events of the nights exactly as they happened. He didn’t know what else to say. “I’m sorry Cadence”

“Sorry isn’t going to cut it Charlie. I’ve been working my butt off and to come home to see you like this?! I knew being apart was hard on us, but if you wanted out of the relationship Charlie, I thought you would have the decency to break up with me and not cheat on me!” the tears spilled over and Charlie’s heart broke. He had never seen her cry and he hated being the reason for the first time that he did. She placed the box of donuts on the counter and picked up her duffle bag that she had brought with her. “I’m going to stay with Savannah. Don’t bother calling me when you’re sober”

***

“You guys, my mom is the sweetest! She dressed up Bindi in a birthday hat to sing happy birthday to me!” Owen walked back into the main living area, breaking the awkward silence that had settled between them.

“Hey O, I gotta head out and catch my flight back to LA. My driver’s out front waiting. I just wanted to stop by and wish you happy birthday” Cadence got up quickly walking to hug the man, who gave her a big hug in return. Charlie stood up as well, not sure what to do with his body. The two friends headed for the door and gave each other one last hug.

“Thank you for stopping by! Congratulations again on qualifying future Mrs. Mathias-Perez” Owen yelled down the hall smiling and closing the door. He turned to Charlie to discuss what the plans were for the evening, but stopped when he saw the look of shock, confusion and anger on his face.

“She’s engaged? To that guy she’s been with for six months?” Charlie couldn’t figure out if he was mad or upset or both. Sure, it had been a year since they were together, but surely anyone would agree that six months was way too early for an engagement! “Owen, you don’t even like the guy! How could you let her get engaged?!”

“Charlie, she’s happy. For the first time in a long time, she is happy. I haven’t seen her this happy since she was with you. Sure, I may not like the guy, but she deserves to be happy. If he makes her happy then who am I to take that away from her?” Owen tried to empathize with Charlie, but knowing how the relationship went down and how he was a part of both peoples’ recovery process, he couldn’t take this away from her. “Plus, I thought you didn’t care anymore Charlie”

It was true. Charlie acted like he didn’t care that Cadence broke up with him and tried to be very nonchalant about it. For the most part, he kept up this facade, when in reality it was how he was coping. He didn’t want to admit that he messed up and was the one in the wrong, but he also knew there would be no one else like Cadence.

“I don’t. I just think it’s a little messed up, that’s all.” Charlie tried to shrug it off, hoping Owen would drop it. “Anyways Birthday Boy, what’s the plan?”

***

Owen knew that neither one of them were over each other. He knew that Cadence getting engaged was Cadence trying to fill the void to forget about Charlie. He sat with her in person or over the phone every time she cried about it. He knew how much she loved Charlie and when he broke her heart, Owen watched her as she tried to pick up the pieces. He was there for all of her sleepless nights where she would toss and turn and relive that night that she left Charlie’s apartment.

Owen was also there for Charlie. He knew that Charlie’s attitude was a self-defense mechanism to ward off any attention about how he truly felt about losing Cadence, but one night he got a little too drunk and confessed to his group of friends how he really felt. Charlie didn’t remember pouring his heart out to his friends, so they kept it quiet, choosing to remain friends with both of them, but respecting the fact that they didn’t want to see each other.

Their friends became hopeful three months after their relationship when they agreed to celebrate Savannah’s birthday as a big group. It was that night that Charlie and Cadence spoke for the first time about what happened, and while no one was there to hear the conversation. They agreed that the most they could be were simply friends, even though the feelings were still there. They didn’t talk to each other unless they saw each other at a mutual friend’s gathering, and even then it was never just the two of them. They said the odd occasional happy birthday on the group chat with friends, but never addressed each other via text or call. They kept the relationship very platonic and a ‘contact only when necessary’ method.

One can imagine how surprised Charlie was when he received a fancy invitation inviting him to her engagement party. At first, Charlie felt like it was an attack, stating that she was happier without him, but then he realized that she really meant it when she said that she wanted to be friends. This is what friends do. They invite each other to celebrate monumental moments in their lives with them. Yet Charlie felt his stomach dropped as the engagement really sank in. Cadence was moving on and he missed his chance.

He really debated as to whether or not he would go, but Owen finally convinced him that he had to go or else he would confirm everyone’s suspicion that he still loved Cadence and that he was bitter that she was moving on. No matter which way he looked at it, his absence would be felt among his friends and Cadence. Therefore, he put on his best semi-formal attire and headed to the event in Malibu with Owen. He was grateful that his other friends were there as it eased the tension a bit and helped distract him from only thinking about Cadence. However, he couldn’t stop himself from being concerned when Cadence’s husband-to-be pulled Owen aside to whisper in his ear. The look on Owen’s face meant something was up and Charlie couldn’t help but sneakily follow him. Charlie hid around the corner and peaked at his friend who was knocking urgently on the door.

“Cady, open up, it’s Owen!” he kept knocking at the door but no one answered. “Cady come on, I can hear you crying in there. Let me in” again no answer, causing Owen to sigh in frustration. He saw Owen exchange some quiet words with her fiancé, who nodded as both of them walked away, Charlie quickly hiding himself, in hopes that he wouldn’t be seen. He couldn’t tell you why he followed them, or why he walked up to the door after they had left, or why he softly knocked, but Cadence opened the door at his knock not expecting to see him. Before she could protest or ask him anything, he gently pushed her back into the room and shut the door behind him, locking it again.

“What are you doing here?” she sniffled, turning to the mirror dabbing her eyes. This was the second time he saw her cry.

“I should be asking you that question” she scoffed at his remark and felt the tears spilling over again. Charlie didn't say a single thing and sat down on the love seat. Looking around the room, he could tell it was just a small powder room for the guests to use for some quiet time or for a mother to nurse. He watched as Cadence paced the room wiping her tears, waiting patiently for her to speak and desperately trying to come up with what to do. “Y’alright?”

“I’m totally fine!!!” she yelled at him exasperatedly. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to yell at you” he chuckled at her apology

“It’s fine. I deserve it” this caused a small smile to appear on her face. “Wanna talk about it?” At first she shook her head and paced around the room some more, but finally caved. She plopped down beside him on the love seat, head in her hands.

“I have the most wonderful fiancé who has been there for me and who has made me feel happy again. I should be the happiest person in the world, but I’m not. Girls would kill to have him as a husband and here I am feeling like I am making the biggest mistake of my life.” she sniffed some more and Charlie passed her a Kleenex.

“Why’s that?” he inched closer to her and started rubbing her back. It was something he did when he knew she was upset because it brought her comfort. Apparently this was something he shouldn’t have done because Cadence shot up from the couch and stomped away from him.

“Because I still love you!” she turned around and faced him, tears falling down her face. “I don’t understand why! You made out with another girl at a bar drunk because you missed me! I should be mad at you and I should think that you’re the scum of the earth! Yet, I continue to be friends with you and see you around with our friends, and I have to keep pretending like I don’t think of you! I have to pretend that I don’t miss you anymore! Wishing that you asked me to marry me and not him!” she slapped her hand over her mouth as soon as the phrase left her mouth. “I didn’t mean that... I’m not thinking straight... I’m just stressed and under a lot of pressure” Charlie was sure she was saying this to herself, making it even more obvious that she was not confident about going through with the engagement.

“Cady take a deep breath. You’re going to trigger a panic attack at this rate” she followed his orders and sat back down beside him. He wrapped an arm around her, rubbing her arm in hopes to soothe her. She leaned her head on his shoulder, the silence filling the room once again.

“Do you still love me?” The desperation in her voice was unlike anything Charlie had ever heard from her. It was as if she was begging to hear the answer. He opened and closed his mouth several times, thinking about what he wanted to say, ultimately settling for the truth.

“I never stopped. I’ve regretted every moment.” The two sat there in silence, letting his answer sink in. “I can’t ask you to forgive me because I don’t deserve it. I can’t ask you to be with me because I know how much I hurt you. I have debated over and over about whether or not I should try to convince you to give me another chance, but Owen was right. He was able to make you happy again after I crushed you. Who was I to stop you from moving on?”

The door suddenly opened and in the doorway stood Owen and Cadence’s fiancé a little out of breath, but holding the key to the room. A look of shock and happiness crossed Owen’s face, but confusion and hurt crossed her fiancé’s face. Both of them rose quickly, Cadence wiping away her tears and fixing her dress, Charlie taking one big step away from her.

“Hi Darling. Charlie was looking for the bathroom and ran into me in the hallway. I was just feeling overwhelmed, but he was able to talk me down from an anxiety attack.” Cadence knew that was the stupidest excuse for what just happened, but Charlie took that as a cue to leave, Owen following suit, leaving the two to discuss in private.

“You alright man?” Owen asked patting Charlie on the back.

“Yeah. Uh, I think I need to head home. Pretty sure her fiancé doesn’t want me here any more. Cover for me? I don’t want to cause a scene” Owen nodded understandingly. He could tell that more transpired between Cadence and Charlie than what they were letting off.

Charlie drove home, knowing that Owen could easily catch a ride with one of their other friends. He drove from Malibu to LA with the windows down blasting music, lost in his own thoughts. He would give anything to have a second chance with Cadence, but he knew that sometimes you mess up so badly, that you don’t deserve that second chance. He couldn’t blame her for the choices she made that night. When his ex girlfriend, before Cadence, cheated on him, it took him a whole year before he started considering liking someone, let alone dating them. Heck, he wouldn’t be surprised if Cadence hated him for the rest of her life. Yet she confessed to still loving him and wanting to be with him, something Charlie wanted so badly. Pulling into his parking space, he lowered down the music and shut off his vehicle, the silence on the way to the door a little too much for him. He quickly got ready for bed, something he thought of as pointless because he knew he would lie there all night thinking about what Cadence said.

What if he begged for her back?

What if they got back together?

What if he proposed to her?

As he lay in his bed, he put on some music, hoping that the melodies would help ease his mind. This was something he always did when he felt overwhelmed. He would put on some music, close his eyes and just listen. Charlie didn’t know how much time passed as he was lost in his thoughts, but a sudden pounding at the door jolted him out of bed. Startled and a little frazzled, he took a moment to compose himself, wondering if he was hearing things or if there was someone banging on his door. His question was soon answered when the banging occurred again. Throwing on some pants, he rushed to the front door, confused as who might be banging. He glanced at the clock by the front door quickly before answering it: 12am.

Cadence stood there for a brief second before hugging him tightly and confessing. “I couldn’t do it Charlie. I couldn’t marry someone when I’m still in love with you. I’m still pissed that you hurt me and I haven’t completely forgiven you, but I can’t be without you. I can’t be with anyone except you” Charlie held her in his arms tightly, as if this was a dream.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry for everything I put you through. Be mad at me, do whatever you want to me. Just please give me a chance to make this right” he pleaded and she held him tighter. “Will you give me one more shot?” he pulled away to look her in the eyes and the next second her lips were on Charlie’s, who gladly kissed her back. He took a few steps back and she kicked the door close with her foot, their lips never leaving each others. Their kiss was filled with so many emotions. It was as if it said “I’m sorry”, “I forgive you”, “I’m still mad at you”, “I miss you”, and “I still love you” all in one go. As they slowly separated and stared deep into each other’s eyes, the silence actually felt like it belonged. The buzz of their phones distracted them and they broke the kiss. Rolling their eyes at the text and making eye contact affirmed that they had gotten the same text. Charlie placed his and her phone on the counter, kissing her again passionately, and dragging her back into his bedroom. They had a lot that they needed to work out.

‘I told you so’ -Owen

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It Had To Be You XXXVIII

Chapter Thirty Eight: Sad Song

Summary: Fast forward six months and the new Preseason is just about to start. After a rough playoff loss, Tyler wants this season to be better and he has some ideas on how to make everything go smoothly.

Warning: I guess because this song is so cheesy and sweet, there’s going to be a lot of fluff in this chapter, this one’s also got a few time jumps as well.

Author’s Note: I don’t really know where I’m going with this series anymore. I think I’m trying to stretch it out to 50 chapters but it all depends on how I’m feeling obviously. Just know that I have a thing with odd numbers. That is to say, I will only end on an even number or a multiple of 5 (45, 50, 55, etc.) But this one will be another short chapter (and I’ll admit this is really not my favourite) but I’ll probably put two out back to back since I have something in my head and I’m literally not doing anything else, so why not? Anyway, I hope you like whatever comes from the rest of this series, ENJOY!

P.S. This chapter took a little longer than I thought it would but I have some clearer ideas of what the next like four-ish chapters are going to be so that’s exciting.

P.P.S. I wanted to update the timeline because this chapter has a lot of time jumps as did the last chapter. So here’s a quick recap of the whole series:

Part I: September 2013

Part II: November 2013

Part III: January 2015

Parts IV and V: May-June 2015

Part VI: June 2015/January 2016

Part VII: January 2016/June 2016/November 2016

Part VIII: November 2016

Part IX: December 2016

Part X: January 2017

Part XI: February-August 2017

Part XII: September-November 2017

Part XIII: mid-November-December 2017

Part XIV: January-February 2018

Part XV: March-April 2018

Part XVI: April-June 2018

Part XVII: July 2018

Part XVIII: July-November 2018

Parts XIX, XX and XXI: December 2018

Parts XXII: December-January 2019

Part XXIII, XXIV, XXV and XXVI: January 2019

Part XXVII: late January-March 2019

Parts XXVIII and XXIX: March 2019

Part XXX: late-March/April-May 2019

Part XXXI: May-November 2019

Part XXXII: January 2020

Part XXXIII: late January 2020

Parts XXXIV and XXXV: August 2020

Part XXXVI: October-Early November 2020

Part XXXVII: March 2021

Part XXXVIII (this chapter): July/September 2021/January 2022 (yup I did that)

Song Credit: Sad Song -- We the Kings & Elena Coats

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After the whole quarantine last year, and the season being cancelled, Tyler wanted the next to be better but after being knocked out in the first round he wasn’t in the best mood for a few months. He spent every waking minute training during the summer, except for his seemingly annual trip to the Bahama’s with the guys.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come?” he asked when you said you’d stay behind and watch the dogs

“I’ve gotta work,” you replied, pushing yourself up to wrap your arms around his neck and press your lips to his, “plus, I think you need some time with your boys to let loose. As long as you don’t let loose too much...”

“Don’t worry, babe,” he replied, pecking your lips between words, “we’ll really just be playing a lot of golf. You know how it goes..” You sent him off with one last kiss and sent him an ‘I love you’ text before he got on the plane. You felt completely secure with Tyler lately but maybe that had to do with the fact that two of you had survived four months in self-isolation together. Whatever it was, you weren’t nervous about spending a week away from each other.

Tyler’s week away proved to be just what he needed to get his spirits up but as soon as he was back in Dallas, the two of you decided to head up to Brampton to see his family but it was over just as quickly as it began and it was time for the preseason to start. It was a pretty easy start to the season with the Stars winning 7 of their 8 preseason games which left Tyler with a huge grin on his face and he told you he was very positive for the rest of the city.

“I have a good feeling about this season, you know?” he said, rinsing the dishes as you washed down the counter, “I feel like this could be our year.”

“I think you guys are looking good out there but--” Tyler put his finger in front of your mouth to stop you from continuing

“Don’t jinx it. We’re looking good and we’ll continue to look good because we’re in this for the long run.” He said, raising his eyebrows intensely so you got his point and you just smiled before nodding and walking away. You were happy he was so confident about the season especially after everything that happened and seeing him so excited made you excited for the season.

“Hey, Ty,” you called from the couch, “you’re turning 30 in January. How do you want to celebrate?”

“That’s a while from now, I haven’t thought about it..”

“Well think about it!” you laughed, “I know the season will be like in ‘full swing’ or whatever, but maybe we can do something during Bye Week? It’s a big year you know?”

“Yeah, another year older..” he sighed and slumped next to you on the couch, “I’m getting to be an oldie. I’ll be vintage soon...”

“Oh stop,” you nudged, “vintage? I have a hard time thinking you’ll ever be vintage. It’s just a birthday. If you don’t want to celebrate it, we don’t have to. But I’ll have you know, men get sexier as they age.” you said, moving towards him to kiss his neck, “It’s actually very annoying.” He kissed you back

“I’ll think about it,” he smiled and you tucked yourself into his side, “but for right now, let’s figure out something to watch.” As the two of you settled in and started some action movie you were sure you wouldn’t pay attention to, you caught yourself looking up at Tyler for the billionth time, “what?” he laughed

“What?” you responded

“I can feel you staring at me,” he continued, still not returning your gaze, “do I have something on my face?”

“No,” you smiled, “I just like looking at you.” When he finally looked at you, your stomach filled with butterflies and you felt the need to bury your head in his chest; looking back up at him just in time to see his smile stretch across his face.

“I like looking at you too.” He said, leaning his head down to capture your lips in a soft kiss. You reveled in it for a minute before finally saying anything

“I’ll never get tired of that” you giggled and he smiled against your lips before continuing to kiss you.

Tyler’s P.O.V

You hated that you couldn’t be with (Y/N) and the dogs on your birthday again this year, especially because things seemed to be going so well, so you figured out a way for her to be with you in

“Boston?” she said, a hint of confusion in her voice over the phone

“That’s where we’ll be on my birthday,” you replied, “there are some great spots though.”

“I went once,” she said, nonchalantly, “it was beautiful. But I mean.. Bruins fans run rampant” she laughed and you knew then that she would meet you there.

“So you’ll be there?” you asked

“If I get to see you, I’ll be wherever you ask.” You could hear her smile over the phone and your smile grew in return

“Good,” you laughed, “I’ll see you in a couple days. Love you”

“Love you, too.” You ended the call only to turn around to your teammates waiting to chirp you

“Ooooh, Tyler and (Y/N) sittin’ in a tree,” they started, “k-i-s-s-i-n-g, first comes love, then comes marr--”

“Alright, alright. That’s enough guys.” They laughed and you smiled as you found your way back to your seat beside Rads and Jamie.

“She’s coming to spend your birthday with you? That’s sweet” Jamie said

“Well...” you hesitated, “I’m thinking of proposing to her!”

“On your birthday?” Jamie asked and Rads gave you a sideways glance

“Yeah...” you answered, “I mean we’ll already be out to dinner and I love her, so..”

“You think you’re ready?” Rads asked and you took a second to answer

“Yeah”

“What if she says no? Then your birthday is like forever tainted by that” Jamie challenged

“It’s still my birthday, it won’t be tainted. Forever.”

“She’s a great girl and you seem really happy with her,” Rads interrupted, “I like her and I like her for you. But just make sure, if you feel weird about it, don’t do it.” You took a second to think about what he was saying but you couldn’t stop thinking about how she’d be in that moment and what the rest of your life would look like with her.

“Thanks Rads,” you finally said, “it’s alright though. I want her in my lie forever. I can’t imagine a day without her there.”

You showed up at the Boston airport and waited for instructions from Tyler when he sent you a text with directions to his hotel

“Am I suppose to get my own room or find my way to yours?” you replied as you got into the cab and told the driver the address

“Don’t worry, I got you a room but it’s close to mine” he said

“Sounds good, it’s under my name?”

“Yes. I’m heading to practice, so I won’t be there when you check in but I’ll call you when I’m out. I made reservations at 6 so you’ll have to be ready”

“What kind of place is it? What if I didn’t pack anything fancy?”

“I have something for you. I’m always prepared”

“Well you’re lucky. I figured you might do something like this so I brought a dress”

“Thinking ahead, I like it” he joked and you rolled your eyes

“I have to or you’ll get me something wayyyy too revealing”

“The amount of revealing it would be is debatable.” You let him go after that by sending him an eye roll GIF and he sent back a laughing emoji. A couple hours later, you started getting ready for whatever Tyler had planned, deciding whether you should curl or straighten your hair when he called you

“Hey babe,” he said happily, “you almost ready? I’m just about to jump in the shower so I wanted to check in”

“I’m almost ready. I’ll be ready by the time you’re out of the shower so I could meet you in yo-”

“NO” he blurted out, “I want to pick you up.”

“Fine,” you laughed, “I’ll be ready soon. Go take your shower, I love you.”

Tyler’s P.O.V.

You finished getting ready, making sure to do a quick pep talk to yourself in the mirror.

“You got this dude. You love her, she loves you.” You smiled and made sure you had everything you needed, careful not to forget the ring, and headed over to (Y/N)’s room.

“Just a second!” she called after you knocked on her door, fidgeting with your suit jacket while you waited. When she opened the door, your mouth dropped at the sight of her in a beautiful blue dress and she smiled before spinning around for you to get a complete look at the outfit, “what do you think?”

“You look.. stunning,” you smiled, “guess it’s a good thing I didn’t pack anything for you isn’t it?” She smiled to herself, shaking her head as she grabbed her purse. The two of you laughed and she took your hand as the two of you headed to the car.

“What do you have planned?” she asked as she put on some music

“A nice dinner, I’ll take you to some of my favourite places in the city,” you said, intertwining your fingers with hers to kiss the back of her head, “nothing too crazy.” She smiled at you and tried, the whole way to the restaurant, to guess where you were taking her or what you were planning. You pulled up in front of the restaurant and a valet opened her door

“Oooh,” you smiled as you heard her speak to the valet, “isn’t this fancy?” You met her on the sidewalk, thanking the valet and tipping him before taking (Y/N)’s hand to go inside. When she sat down, she browsed the menu and you tried not to give away how nervous you were about what you had planned for later in the night.

“Anything look good?” you asked about the menu

“Still looking..” she smiled. You ordered her favourite drink when the server came by to grab your orders, “ahh I get it” she said as the server left

“What?” you said suddenly

“You’re trying to be ‘the big man’ tonight. Coming to a fancy restaurant with valets, ordering my favourite drink,” she smiled and you let out a sigh, “who you trynna impress, Seguin?”

“Only you,” you answered, “always you.” The rest of the meal was filled with smiles from both of you; you watched as her eyes lit up when she talked about her job, her smile shine when you talked about how you felt about the team and the way the season was going and listened to her laugh that you couldn’t imagine not hearing everyday. You kept Rads’ words in the back of your head though, ‘just make sure, if you feel weird about it, don’t do it.’

“Would you like a dessert menu?” the server asked when he noticed there was a break in the conversation. You were prepared for her to say no, or to defer to you, but instead she said yes and that was the moment you knew she was comfortable with you. It was a small moment, a small thing, but it made everything so much clearer. You paid the bill and thanked the staff, guiding (Y/N) out to the car by placing your hand on the small of her back. You took her to the aquarium and watched her eyes follow the fish and tried to catch her as she chased the manta rays before eventually stopping in front of the shark tank.

“We may be slightly overdressed for this place” you laughed, noticing the stares the two of you were getting

“Do you ever wonder what they’re thinking?” she said, completely ignoring your statement

“What?” you asked

“Like are they sad? Do they know where they are? Do they wonder where their friends are? Or their families? Do they like it here? Are they happy?” You smiled at her thought process, “did you know that Sharks adapt to fit their environment? So like if there was a Great White Shark here, it would only grow to fit comfortably in the tank but in the ocean it would grow much bigger. That’s why you hear of like 30ft sharks.” She finished, eyebrows raised when she looked at you and you smiled while your eyes danced between hers.

“Is any of that actually true?” you asked and she smiled at you

“I don’t know,” she confessed, “it could be. It sounds like it should be, doesn’t it?” She grabbed your hand, intertwining her fingers with yours and continued walking, “and,” she added, “who cares if we’re overdressed.” She winked at you, as if to say ‘I’m always paying attention,’ and you shared the smile that she gave you. There was one last place you wanted to go before it got dark and it was the perfect spot for the proposal. A park with a beautiful river running through and a clear view of the Boston skyline. Sure, it was public but it wasn’t overly crowded so it had just enough of people for (Y/N) to have at least one picture of the proposal without feeling overwhelmed.

“Wow, Ty,” she said lightly, “this place is beautiful. Thank you for bringing me here.” She smiled at you and, with her hair blowing in the wind and the sun beginning to set, you knew it was the perfect time.

“(Y/N),” Tyler said when your back was turned, “I need to get this out so don’t say anything until I’m finished okay?” You giggled at his statement but slowly turned around to face him, surprised when you saw him on one knee

“Ty, what are you doing?” you said

“I love you,” he started and your eyes grew wide, “ When we first met, I was so focused on being the best for Dallas, to start fresh after Boston, that you were just some girl. I didn’t think of you really that way, until I saw you with James; I just wanted to see you happy because you deserved that, I just hated that it had to be with him. But now here we are, having chosen each other after all the crap we’ve been through. Together and apart. I know we’ve had some rough times but you’ve always been the person I want to be with. The one I want to wake up next to. Every time we’re apart, whether I’m on the road or your visiting Chris in Calgary, I feel like I’m missing something because I am. You. You’re my favourite part of me and I can’t imagine a day without you. (Y/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N), will you marry me?” You stood in front of Tyler for a few minutes, in a state of shock that left you silent when you noticed a few people start to huddle around you and Tyler, who hadn’t moved at all

“Yes” you whispered, a smile starting to grow on your face

“What?” he said jokingly, a smile dancing on his lips

“Of course I’ll marry you!” you exclaimed and he slid the ring on your finger before picking you up and kissing you, you breaking the kiss only to laugh at the round of applause the two of you got. He put you down and waved to the crowd as you buried yourself in his chest out of embarrassment.

“I love you”

“I love you too,” you said, tucking yourself into his side while the two of you continued to walk through the park, “I can’t believe you actually proposed.”

“Why?” he asked, in fake shock

“I don’t know.. I guess I just never thought you were the marrying kind” you admitted

“I wasn’t,” he said, kissing the top of your head, “until you.”

“Well, happy birthday Mr. Seguin” you joked

“Thank you,” he replied, “and thank you for saying ‘yes’ on my birthday. The guys were convinced that if you said no it would’ve tainted the day forever”

“I’m surprised you did it on your birthday. I mean, the guys are right. It’s a risk.” You laughed and he shrugged his shoulders

“It was worth it.”

#Tyler Seguin #It Had To be You #it had to be you series #Tyler Seguin imagine #tyler seguin series #masterlist #the other masterlist #no idea when or how this will end anymore #i had an idea but now i don't #i guess that's how it goes #prepare for some short chapters #after this one obviously

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butterfliesaremybliss · 2 years

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Holy Update: April 11th 2022

wow. where to even begin. well we have moved since the last time i was on here. Josh and i now live in Hanover , PA in a townhouse. we”ve been here for a few years now actually. I also had a whole ass baby. we welcomed Joseph James Allen on March 24th, 2021. My beautiful baby boy and reason to live. He is absolutely perfect. we actually just celebrated his 1st birthday a few weeks ago and it was perfect. he loved every moment of it. its so amazing to watch him grow and find himself and learn new things. he has 100% changed me. and i love every minute of it. Josh and i also recently got engaged... its about time lol! work wise, ive went from working with dad to working at burlington to that being a fucking joke and going back to work with dad. lol. josh is still working at walmart. currently he is the OGP coach for the Fredrick store. also he is currently away for work training. so he is actually down in Winchester , VA right now. which sucks. i hate being with out him like this. he is such my home and safe place that when he is gone like this everything just feels very thrown off and weird. but i have joey here with me today to help keep me company. tomorrow i should be back to work but dads truck is currently out of commission so idk whats gonna happen. apparently he like wrecked it out into a embankment trying to avoid rear-ending someone. im not sure. the whole thing so far as been very strange so no clue lol. all i know is the truck is out of commission and waiting on Roger from Reese’s to pick it up and figure out whats wrong with it. I no longer have my jeep. when i had joey, dad took the jeep back and gave me his little Mazda mini van so i could haul all 3 kids if need be. but ive had so many issues with the mini van because its a 2003 aka OLD AS FUCK. like the end of 2021 begining of 2022 i was having this issue where the car would start to overheat and be SMOKING. like cool. thats fun. not scary at all. so we’ve dumped a shit ton of money into it at this point and its just not worth it anymore. like its old. honestly i need something newer but that shits expensive and aint no one got the funds for that. also in world news. we have been going through a “pandemic” the past 2-3 years. honestly im not sure how long its been at this point. it feels like forever. but its the covid19 bullshit. although im pretty sure we are on like covid 24 by now. they keep coming out with new strains and shit so idk. youre supposed to get vaccinated for this shit but i refuse. i dont believe in this shit. i think its a money thing or a population control thing.idk but most definately a bullshit thing. the whole Country has been in and out of quarentines and face mask mandates. im just so over it. i want normal shit back. normal life. honestly its all a big political joke. so once the goverment gets there shit sorted out it should go away. whenever the fuck that may be. ive been trying my hardest to keep my mental in check which is easier said then done. i stopped taking my meds while i was pregnant with joey and continued to stay off of them until probably 6 months after he was born. and then i just couldnt do it anymore. the amount of mental bullshit i went through in a day was draining and not helpful to a new mom. so i went back on the meds. but not as high. im only at 50 mg which does help me but boy if i miss 1 day.. that shit fucks me up. and ill spend the rest of the week trying to recover. i’ve also been writing in a journal for for probably about a month or so which is helpful. im trying lol some days are super easy and some days i struggle like no other. but thats mental health right??

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travelingtheusa · 3 years

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SOUTH CAROLINA

2021 May 13 (Thu) – We stayed home most of the day, working on caravan issues. I took an Advil last night so I could at least sleep. It helped a little but not as much as I needed.

At 4:30 p.m. Vanleigh called to ask for the tag number on the Spyder panel. We have no heat, no air, no tank readings, and the temp says it’s -426 degrees. They messed it up during the owner’s rally in Arkansas and we are having a dilly of a time getting it fixed. They are now trying to figure out what model panel we have. What a mess!

Following the phone call from Vanleigh, we drove to the park to watch Noah’s baseball game. His team is playing in the finals. Tonight’s game did not go well. They play again next week. After the game, we took Noah to WalMart to get him a birthday present. His birthday is next month on June 18. We won’t be here for his party. He chose a Lego game with Mario (is that character still around?). It is somehow connected to a video game. I don’t understand it all but he was very happy with it. We bid everyone goodbye and came home to prepare for tomorrow’s move. The fridge smells worse than ever.

2021 May 12 (Wed) – We continued working on caravan issues. Adjustments had to be made on the Corning Glass Museum tour and some prices have gone up since we quoted costs last year. The Museum of Play is going through renovations and the diner is closed. We are making adjustments as needed.

I was so sick today. I have a sore throat, runny nose, and sinus headache big enough to choke an elephant. I am not supposed to take any Advil, Motrin, or Excedrin because of the chemo I am on. It could cause a bleeding episode.

Something has gone bad in the refrigerator. We have searched high and low but can’t find it. Every time you open the door, the most awful smell wafts out into the air.

2021 May 11 (Tue) – We went over to Trap’s for dinner. He has the bug, too.

We spent the day working on caravan “stuff.” I called all the restaurants and venues to confirm (1) that the caravan is still on, and (2) to check that they are still in business. We had some changes, but for the most part, a good deal of our planned activities will take place. The Lake Placid Olympics Museum is closed for renovations until 2022. That’s disappointing.

2021 May 10 (Mon) – We took Sam to Home Depot to buy fencing for the new house. They did not have everything they wanted. Construction is going like crazy right now and as soon as materials come in, they sell out. Sam put in an order for the posts and sheets. We used my military discount to get 10% off the total cost.

After we got home, Sam checked with Lowe’s and found they had the materials on hand. So, she cancelled the Home Depot order and we ran to Lowe’s to pick up ten posts, ten bags of cement, and eight 2x4’s. They did not have any doors in stock. The rest of the order is going to be delivered. We then dropped the material off at the new house. While we were there, the delivery truck arrived from Home Depot with their new refrigerator. That was great timing!

We stopped at home to feed the animals, then went to watch Hudson play soccer and Noah play baseball. It was a long day. To kick it off, it looks like I have caught the kids’ virus. They’ve all had runny noses since we arrived. Now I have it!

2021 May 9 (Sun) – Hudson had a soccer game this morning. Afterward, we all went to Paris Mountain State Park for a hike in the woods today. It reminded us of upstate New York when we used to camp and hike there with the kids.

2021 May 8 (Sat) – Paul and Travis went to the new house to put in the floors upstairs in the boys’ bedrooms. I stayed at the house with Sam and the boys. Noah had a baseball game.

2021 May 7 (Fri) – We drove to Sam’s house today to help her load up some items to bring to their new house. They bought a house in Taylors although their rent for the house in Simpsonville doesn’t expire until August. That gives them some time to get things done before moving in. The traffic was very heavy and it took us about 40 minutes to get there when it should have taken 20.

The new house has a very steep driveway. It is in a cul-de-sac and on a hill. The deck in the back of the house is 3 stories high! The crawlspace has a ceiling height of about 26’. It is unfinished and gets a lot of water in there. The house itself is very modern and updated. There are 2 bedrooms and a bath upstairs and 2 bedrooms, a great room, a bath, a laundry/mud room, and large kitchen with nook area. It was built in 2014 and is in a pretty new development. There are new developments going up all over the place around here. The rate of construction is mind boggling. I wonder what it’s doing to the infrastructure. It’s like what was happening to Las Vegas a few years ago.

After we dropped off the items to the new house, we went to lunch at Denny’s. Hudson had school today but Noah had a virtual class. So Noah, Lincoln, Sam and us went to lunch. The service was very slow (typical for this area). They went home and we returned to the campground to feed the animals and walk Bonnie. I even got in a quick nap!

At 5 p.m. we went back to the new house to help Travis do some work. He was there with a co-worker. They were ripping up the carpet in the upstairs bedrooms. Paul and Travis walked around the house and consulted on things that needed to be done. I played with the boys until it was time to go. Sam had left earlier with Lincoln because he kept getting in the way. Since Travis had the work truck, he couldn’t fit the boys. So we drove the boys back to their house then returned to our trailer.

2021 May 6 (Thu) – We drove into Greer to look around and pick up pet food. Then we stopped at La Reata for lunch. It was a Mexican restaurant with good food. The margaritas were delicious.

After a quick stop at home, we went to the BMX Zentrum to take a one-hour tour of the factory. It is the only BMW production plant in the United States. The entire plant was very clean and bright. We saw robots and people putting parts together to produce cars. It was interesting but not as good as the Mercedes tour we took a few years ago.

Another quick stop back at the trailer, then we were off to see the grandsons. They are growing like weeds (as expected). They appear to be very happy down here in South Carolina. The schools reopened and they started going back into the classroom last week. Sam cooked dinner then we all took off for the ball field where Noah had a baseball game. Greg and Sharon were also there. Noah did very well and after the game, the coach gave him the game ball for his outstanding playing. Everyone was delighted!

Then it was a drive to Bruster’s to celebrate with ice cream for everyone. We didn’t get home until after 8 p.m. The poor animals! They usually eat between 4 and 4:30. And Bonnie needed to go out immediately.

2021 May 5 (Wed) – We packed up in a light rain and left Lebanon, TN at 10 a.m. There was rain on and off during our more than 4 hour drive to Greer, SC. We are here to spend 10 days with Travis and his family.

The campground is nice. The sites are a little close together. We have FHU with a back-in site. There is an upper and a lower level to the campground and we are located on the lower level. There’s a large dog park for Bonnie to run in and some trails in the area.

As we were driving into the area, we spotted a BMW factory. After we got set up, I checked the internet and found the factory offers tours. I promptly ordered two tickets for a factory tour tomorrow. Not only did they send an email to confirm our reservation, an agent called to go over the rules – no open shoes, arrive 30 minutes early, and bring a mask. I guess too many people ignore the rules outlined in the email so that they have to call and repeat them.

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