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Private, not secret. ☕ (via Bleu's IG Story)
Del Sol Valley Suns' Shooting Guard, La'Tavia "TJ" Williams, spotted on a night out in San Myshuno with what seems to be her new boo, Deijah. Sources say these two have been secretly dating for the past few months. TJ is typically hush-hush when it comes to her dating life...so things must be pretty serious here.
TJ's traits (so far): Adventurous, Bro, Gloomy, Generous 🥺
Currently residing in Uptown, San Myshuno but is preparing to relocate to DSV after being traded to the DSV Suns.
their little backstory & juicy details below the cut
📌 After dating for 7 years or so, Deijah and Jaron finally called it quits. Ultimately he was ready to settle down and try for babies, while She was focused on her nursing career, after leaving the military. Her plans of Nurse Entrepreneurship are well on their way (as she begins scouting locations for her med spa). With the encouragement of her best friend, she signed up for the dating app, Meet & Mingle, because dating in her city is...trash (to say the least). After a few weeks on the app she received a private message from TJ. Those private messages soon turned to texts/video calls...which turned to a few trips to San Myshuno to spend time together. Surprisingly enough, they bonded over their shared love of boxing. As TJ packs up & prep's for her move/b-ball season to start, she's looking forward to flying Deijah out for various adventures, with her adventurous ass. 🙃
Meanwhile, Jaron is engaged to Atira (She's an Editor or something at SMOGUE last I checked) and they are expecting their first child. 🥴
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if you’re looking to read more books, here are the ones i recommend:
- the darkness outside us by eliot schrefer
- dark rise by c.s. pacat
- the green creek series by t.j. klune (4 books)
- the all for the game series by nora sakavic (3 books)
- the raven boys series by maggie stiefvater (4 books)
they’re all amazing and have carved a hole into my chest and made a home there, i hold them very dear to my heart
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could you do a SCP-590/TJ stimboard maybe please :0?
Upon trying to find gifs for this, I ended up finding a rewrite of TJ’s article that is WAYYYY better than the original and not ableist so like. This stimboard is based off of this version of TJ because I like him and he’s silly :]
SCP 7849
“SCP-7489 is a ten-year-old child identified as Terrence Jovial “TJ” Hatcher, with red curly hair and blue eyes. Upon skin to skin contact with a physically injured human (or any organism with features congruent to a human), any and all wounds present on the organism's body will be healed, and SCP-7489 will gain these wounds in their place”
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You've Got Mail AU, lay it on me
Brand new scene for you, TJ! (Prev You've Got Mail nonsense.)
If my WIPs were unionized, this one would've been loooong done. But they're not, unfortunately for them, and after like four days after talking about You've Got Mail-verse, I got talking about the Tam Lin AU, and we all know how that went.
The other snippets were silly, this one is a little sad:
It feels like another ending. Hob is sick of them. Morpheus’ face is perfectly expressionless. He can’t take it. Won’t. Wants to greedily keep this for just a little bit longer. He always does. Even when everybody else around him knows it’s over, there he is, holding on past decency and reason.
Morpheus is absurdly beautiful in the morning light.
Hob says what he’s been thinking for weeks now. “You know, sometimes I wonder if you came into my shop, and you hadn’t been Endless Books, and I hadn’t been The New Bookshop-”
“Then it wouldn’t have been your shop,” interrupts Morpheus.
“No,” he says. “I guess it wouldn’t be.”
Isn’t, now. In any case.
Morpheus catches the look on his face and takes pity on him. He’s kinder, Hob thinks, than anyone gives him credit for. Including himself. “A cafe, instead,” he offers.
“Or Shakespeare in the Park,” says Hob. He can picture it now.
Morpheus’ lip twitches up the way it does when he’s trying not to smile. “Yes. If we met at Shakespeare in the Park?”
“I would’ve offered you a spot on my blanket. And I would have hoped it would get cold or rain, so you would lean on me.”
Morpheus ducks his head, and Hob wants to seize his face, wants to thumb over those perfect cheekbones. Fist his hands in his shirt and not let go ever. “You would have forgotten your umbrella, of course,” says Morpheus, quietly.
“Of course. And the sky would have opened up until we had to hide under a tree.”
Morpheus looks up. “And then?”
“And then I would have found the courage to ask a beautiful stranger for his number, and I would have asked you out that very night. And if you’d said yes I’d have done it again and again. Every day, actually, for as long as we lived.”
“Hob,” says Morpheus. His eyes are bright.
“If we never came up against each other. If the only thing you ever took from me was the blankets at night.”
“We’d need to have two sets.”
Hob swallows hard. “Yeah. Yeah, we would.”
The sounds of the city lap up against them, but Hob feels like an island alone with Morpheus, standing together on his stoop. He hears the jingle of someone walking their dog past. A siren in the distance. And all he sees is Morpheus, the square of his shoulders, his jaw clenched.
“Morpheus-” he starts.
“Hob, how could you forgive him?” he asks roughly. “How on earth could you forgive this stranger for standing you up?”
“We all make mistakes.” Easily. I forgave him just as easily as I’d have forgiven you, if you had only let me.
Morpheus stares at him. “Yes. We do.” His mouth twists a little. “Some more than most, I would say.”
“Maybe. But people are almost always better than you’d think. Mistakes and all.”
“Ever the optimist.”
Hob presses his lips together in a smile. “Ever the cynic.”
“Go, Hob,” says Morpheus. “You’ll be late.”
He goes. It’s a beautiful day to meet his stranger. How can it feel like his heart is breaking, only now, only after everything, on the threshold of happiness?
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