#thats just the project tag i mean. its The Coat

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pre project write up: the coat!

ill keep this short (for me) because i worked through most the details with the wearable mockup from last year, but i wanted to reintroduce this project & the fabrics ill be using :)

This is the final version of my winter coat project, which i am starting at a great time (ill probably finish this well after its gotten cold!) Ive started with a base of McCalls M6800, because im not super confident in my ability to draft a pattern with the correct ease for this type of garment. Ive made some minor fittings (far too much room in one of the front seams for me, and i took some volume out of the skirt area. the shoulders were. weird. i honestly wouldnt rate this pattern super highly it had some grading issues that should have been caught, but it serves my purposes) and now i should be ready to go! i wont be following the instructions very much but theyre pretty basic anyway, so ill just go my own way and see where i end up!

this is kind of the inspo if you want a visual!

the main body of the coat will be made out of this gorgeous, velvet like wool (i think its a blend?). In true Nyx fashion, its black and absolutely impossible to photograph. its probably one of the most expensive fabrics ive ever bought but i looked through dozens of options and this was by far the best one i found. im really particular about textures and this one is just, so nice, and its quite thin for a wool (not in a bad way, its just compact rather than fluffy) which is something im going to appreciate with the amount of fabric in this coat.

Next: the lining! given that i was going to all this effort to make my own coat, i wanted this to be a completely unique garment, in every aspect, including the lining. I knew i wanted something with a design on it, and something that was a dramatic contrast to the outside, so when i saw this gorgeous 'chinese brocade' fabric i knew it was the perfect thing. Its very much. not a lining fabric and was past the budget i had in mind for my lining but i didnt see anything that came even remotely close to this in my mind so i caved and bought it. Even a year on im still enamoured with it and hope i have some left over to use for other things! I did get extra of the slippery black satin i used to line the mock up coat and i plan to use that to line the sleeves just for the extra glide, but ill use this for the main body.

one last fabric! one of the changes i wanted to make from the red version was to add a fur collar so i tracked down the softest faux fur you have ever touched! again awful to photograph, but its perfect, and it was by weight, so now i have a huge piece of this :D

i do also want to make note of the buttons i picked! theyre absolutely gorgeous and i, once again, hunted for ages to find the perfect option and here they are! they photograph a lovely colour but irl the gold is a little pink toned so my extra ass has bought some rub n buff to tone them into a better shade. yes. the buttons. for my coat. listen.

im generally happy with my mock up, but there are a few changes i want to make. the obvious one was one that was in the plans from before i even started the red one, which was changing the collar. i wasnt super sold on it in the first place and the further in i got, the more i wanted a fur collar! since i have so much of my fur, im also planning on adding it around the cuffs and i do keep tossing up doing the whole hem but i think that might be a little much.

The other major change i want to make is to how i finished the coat. im actually pretty happy with the hemming method i chose for the reasons i chose it, but for this version i want to do something different. the plan this time is to do a facing in the outer fabric on the lining pieces and have that completely attached through the inside, removing any opportunities for the lining to show unintentionally.

Theres also a couple of minor fit things i want to change, i want to add more width to the back in case this fabric is tougher than my mockup, i want to rethink how i did my buttons because that made me miserable last time, and i want to add a little length to the hem. oh and better pockets! i need to give it my mega pockets. but overall im pretty much ready to go straight into it! im so nervous

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The Unseen: Hyungwon & Hyunwoo (Killas teaser)

A/N: Soooooo...Killas is taking some time to come together lol i have like fiddyleven ongoing projects (fanfics and originals) so yea. Its a labor of love. But I wanted to share a little something thats more than likely a deleted scene from the book that has potential to become its own thing🌚 meaning theres more than one part and this is just the first one🌚 anywho.

Tags: Contracted killer HyungwonxSexy, Two-timingOC( featuring Hyunwoo) all with similar occupations. John Wick vibes with flashbacks of steamy smut, raw sex, oral sex, high tension and some flirty banter❤️

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"Good Evening Sir...Welcome to The Continental."

Emerson's posh and cheery disposition was never something Hyungwon would tire of. He couldn't say as much for the setting he'd stepped into since arriving.

Droplets of the sky cascade over the smooth leather of his coat as he walked with the grace of a Vogue model, his expression sharp and focused as he closed the distance between the entrance and the concierge desk.

"Emerson. Always a pleasure.." he greets the older gentleman informally as he crossed the glazed marble flooring, shaking the rain from his dripping hair. Its not a matter to the old confidante though, merely responding to the younger with a polite smile.

"Mr. Chae...its been years it seams. Are you well these days?" He asks and Hyungwon smirks. Mainly at the irony of the question.

When was he ever well?

"Oh you know. Same old. Id like a room please.."

"Very good sir. And how long will you be staying with us?" He goes on to ask and Hyungwon shakes his head as he shrugged the strap of his bag from his shoulder.

"Just for tonight. Im only passing through."

"Oh? You wont be attending the Academy reunion later on this evening then?" Emerson lifts his brows expectedly, never taking his eyes off the computer and Hyungwon chuckles at the idea.

The annual Brighton Academy reunion was something he always avoided, deeming it would be an evening he'd much rather spend fighting tooth and nail with some thug standing between him and access to some place he didn't belong, or staking out across the street from a residence for days , living off of stale water and protein bars to gather intel on a target.

Hell he felt he got enough of a reunion when he was assembled with 5 of his former classmates to handle the devil's busywork for a fee time and time again outside of his solo endeavors. That was just about as much reuniting he could tolerate.

No. A night of smoozing amongst people he'd forgotten shortly after the graduation ceremony was the last thing on his mind.

Besides, he had plans of his own tonight.

"I think I'll pass. Group activities are only my thing when a check is involved. Otherwise i prefer to avoid any social engagement if at all possible." He huffs as he lifted his bag to be checked routinely. Emerson's lips curl up in amusement as he turned the duffle to unzip it for a quick thumb through.

"Understood, sir. I assume youre well aware of hotel policy.." he begins and Hyungwon nods as he is already unholstering every firearm and blade he had on his person. The concierge waits calmly while an arsenal of weapons pile on the marble countertop one by one.

The two Glock 26's on either hip.

The smaller Ruger slotted behind his back.

The array of daggers and switch blades he had hidden only God knows where underneath that inconspicuous trench.

Silence falls over the grand foyer as Emerson waits patiently for Hyungwon to finish surrendering his weapons before gathering them delicately to be stowed in a designated locker.

He resumes his place in front of a computer and begins typing. As Emerson set out on getting him sorted in an available suite, Hyungwon takes a moment to observe the grand interior and occupancy of the infamous Continental.

Suited men in expensive dress shoes stepped briskly over the shining quarts floors, some of them chatting amongst each other as they either entered the hotel or exit into the rain. Others were accompanied by women adorned in rare furs and dripping in diamonds, their expressions as empty and inviting as the gothic ceilings several meters above their heads.

In the distance, a band was assembling on the club's stage, tuning instruments and preparing for another evening of entertaining while an array of round tables were set with crisp white table cloths and gold plaited cutlery.

To anyone else, the high end hotel appeared as just that. A place only the elite could afford to enter on rooms running nearly £800 a night at the cheapest rate.

No one would think to suspect it serving as a neutral space of communion amongst the world's most notorious spies and killers for hire. 

With a few more taps and a swift reach for something out of Hyungwon's sight, Emerson clears his throat to summon the young man's attention.

"Much obliged Mr.Chae. Here is your key card and your valet ticket sir. Do enjoy your stay." He bows his head slightly as he offered the aforementioned items as well as his bag to Hyungwon, who takes them gladly with a returned bow.

"Thank you."

Amber sways and ripples with the spin of his glass. The malt's deep and slightly effervescent scent dancing on the air as it did on Hyungwon's tongue with every savoring sip.

He adjusts his lean in the chair, running his tongue along his bottom row of teeth as he glances at his watch.

She was late.

Or perhaps he was just impatient.

Meeting with her tonight had been the only thing on his mind since he opened his eyes that morning and every second he wasn't in her presence, his mind swam.

The local bar he'd selected was tucked away in a part of the city they once shared. Memories of seeing her here several times cloud his vision and the haze of reminiscing colors the scene in warm sepia and scents it with cognac.

Her favorite.

Some time ago...

"Favorite color?"

The conviction in Hyungwon's voice made it known that his question wasnt thoughtless, despite it being so cliche it was laughable.

"My favorite color? Seriously?" she giggles as the tip of her finger coasted the rim of her cocktail and Hyungwon's challenging gaze never wavers from hers.

Well, they do drop from her eyes to catch the way her tongue glosses her lips before returning with a lifted brow.

"Of course." he assures her cooly. His date just stares back at him for a moment, reading the depth of the galaxy in his eyes.

"Of all the things you could ask me though? Arent we too old for that?" she tilts her head.

"Too old for a favorite color?" Hyungwon pouts softly and she shakes her head.

"Too old for something like that to matter..." she mused. Now Hyungwon was intrigued.

"Is it a secret?"

Secrets.

The irony isnt lost on her at all considering what they were to eachother versus what they were to the world.

"Of course not...but you know me..better and more than most can say. Why does knowing my favorite color matter?" She challenges, earning a one shouldered shrug from the man sitting across from her.

"Just does. So just tell me." Hyungwon tosses back with just as much defiance.

She smiles...

"Guess."

The word barely provokes her lips to move but Hyungwon's gaze fall to them anyway, mimicking her coy smile in a way only he could.

He narrows his eyes and tucks his lips before leaning back in his seat, tugging casually at the collar of his shirt as he examines her with scrutiny for a moment. It's long enough to make a nervous lump form in her throat that she conceals with another sip from her drink.

Between the sheets.

White rum, Hennessy, and triple sec. Spritzed and zested with lemon.

The perfect balance of sweet and sour.

Sophisticated and audacious.

Sexy.

Watching her plush and rose tinted lips kiss the rim of her glass made Hyungwon wonder if she tasted just as sweet on his tongue as her beverage of choice.

Hyungwon glances down at her neck, following the line of the single thin gold chain carresing the dip of her collar bones, falling into curve of her cleavage to the plunging neckline of her dark plum blouse.

Peaks of lace frames her cleavage, her skin almost shimmering like satin under the low lighting, casting a shadow between her breasts that Hyungwon yearned to dive into.

He sensed a warmth there, lower beneath the expensive threads and the bend of her hips, a place he knew he'd soon be.

A place he knew she wanted him to be just as much.

Without a word, a look of revelation flashes in his eyes as he looked back up to her expectant face.

"Red." he says after subjecting her to his intangible torture for long enough, lifting his highball to his lips with a cocky glint in his eyes.

She stills, blinking slowly and Hyungwon knew immediately that he had her.

"Interesting guess..." she muses nonchalantly.

Her eyes shift over Hyungwon's relaxed lean in his seat, pausing to watch his Adam's apple lift as he tilted his head.

"Im right arent I?" He smiles sexily and its so disarming that the woman across from him forgets to breathe.

She huffs out a half felt chuckle to cover her body's reaction to Hyungwon's effortless charm.

"I'll tell you after you tell me why you chose that color. And please don't say it's because I complemented your shirt.." She decides to say, leaning in to rest her forearms on the table, her pointed stiletto nails tapping her skin rhythmically.

It wouldn't be gentleman-like for him to admit, but he wanted nothing more than to feel those claws digging lines over his back before the night was up.

Good thing he never claimed to be one in the first place.

"Of course not. Its your aura. My shirt's merely a coincidence."

"My aura..." she smirks and Hyungwon simply nods.

"Mmhm...You exude confidence from everything you do, from the way you enter a room...down to the way you order your drink." He responds casually as he reached for his own, gesturing his glass towards her in silent cheers before taking a quick sip.

She remains invested as he swallowed and Hyungwon sets the glass back down.

"I can tell youre a woman who always knows what she wants and exactly how to obtain it. I can tell you like control, which is why you always prefer to sit at the back of the bar, putting everything in your vantage point. Youre alert and very self aware. Youre assertve. Fearless. Bold. Partiality to extremes, passion and danger..."

"Danger? You think Im dangerous?" She speaks for the first time in minutes,lifting her brow with deep interest. Hyungwon nods slowly.

"Most women are..." he shrugs that shoulder again and its a gesture that reminds her eye to marvel in the broadness of them. Especially in that tailored Paul Smith dress shirt.

Why hadnt she noticed them before?

"Go on." She tips her chin after resuming her attention to his face, the real reason she hadnt noticed the rest of him.

Hyungwon smiles.

"Well....apart from what I picked up on via first impressions, the bezel of your watch is red. Matching the ruby stone on your ring. Which I assume is your birthstone meaning you were born in July. A warm month. Warmth. Red...you get my gist."

With another shrug of indifference, Hyungwon takes another sip from his whiskey. This time he savors the burn as it warmed his tongue. He awaits her response as he enjoys his drink but only soft sound of Sade crooning in the background fills the silence settling between them.

If you were mine....

Her expression idles between bewildered and impressed but only for a moment. It then resumes its usual demureness, a skill achieved when existing in world donning many faces.

As she reached for her glass, her smirk betrayed her as Hyungwon knew it would.

He had her.

"Hmm.." is all she says, picking it up.

Hyungwon's satisfied chuckle warmed his glass as he joined her in a shared sip.

Their eyes never leaving each other as they swallowed.

Present day...

Rain sizzled over the concrete, the summer nights steam hazing the night view through the windows. Its thick humid scent mixes with the essence of cognac and leather in the pub.

It was one of the few places in Hyungwon could go to unwind after countless hours of wearing his mask.

His day job was taxing.

But as lately, his nights were even worse.

As if he were attuned to her, Hyungwon's eyes shift from the bottom of his glass to the chiming front door as it opened slowly.

And there she was.

Legs that led to heaven and hips that sent men straight to hell, Lilith entered the bar with her black cashmere coat over her shoulders and her umbrella in hand.

She shakes it before closing it to stow in a designated basin near the door.

Her curves are accentuated by her blood red dress that leaves little to the imagination.

Hyungwon's eyes follows the shine of her smooth legs down to her heels, fond memories of those ankles over his shoulders flash over his disctracted gaze.

He shifts in his seat as he dispelled the thought, clearing his throat and glancing up just as Lilith lifts her head.

Her mane of mahogany spirals toss back from her face, the flecks of honey in her coal lined eyes pinning Hyungwon from the entrance.

Her lips perk up at one corner in a fond smile, but Hyungwon keeps his expression neutral despite his heart thudding pathetically in his chest, lifting his glass to his lips for an encouraging swig.

"Hey baby.." she purrs as if she she meant it and Hyungwon has to stifle his chuckle of disdain before rising from his seat.

"Hey.." he says lowly, his height almost doubling as he towers over her by several inches. She smiles as if nothing were amiss as she approached him for a breif embrace that he doesn't reject.

He couldn't resist a chance to touch her, even if his feelings had taken a complicated turn.

Her body just felt too good against his.

Out of habit, Hyungwon's hands snaked around her waist and her perfume encompassed him in an amalgam of emotions.

They flood him as he recalls smelling her in places she'd been the most.

Places he'd felt her the most.

His car.

His sheets.

His clothes.

Under his skin, as if it were possible..

Lilith had a way of layering her body oils and butters beneath a particular perfume that created a signature scent.

One he'd recognize anywhere.

Per their normal greeting, Lilith tips her head back in preparation to peck Hyungwon's lips as they always did.

Instead, he pressed his plushy pout to her temple and lingers there for a moment before pulling back.

The large hands at her waist were now pushing her coat back from her shoulders and Lilith assists by shrugging it free from her body. Hyungwon takes it to drape it over the back of the chair nearest to her.

He then pulls it out for her.

"Sit.." he states softly, saying nothing more and his expression gives nothing away as he waits for her to comply. A frown pulls at Lilith's ruby lips at Hyungwon's icyness but she doesnt hesitate to ease down into the proffered chair beside her.

Hyungwon then calmly steps back to his side of the table and joins her to sit, picking up his glass to swirl its contents casually.

Lilith's brow pinches at the tension rolling off of Hyungwon's shoulders, scooting into her chair comfortably before resting her forarms on the table.

"So..I hear your alma mater is in town tonight for some sort of reunion. I'm surprised you hadn't made plans to meet up with the boys tonight.."

"Im just gonna cut straight to it.."Hyungwon interupts her, the blanching of her expression damn near comical at his curtness.

"Um......ok..."she stammers, leaning away from the table slightly.

Hyungwon's eyes darken as they drop to the watch adorning her thin wrist. Similar to the one she'd worn the night they met but different. More expensive.

New.

The red bezel winks back at him ironically before he regards her soft expectant features.

"I know everything." He adds ominously with a hardened expression and cold tone. The warmth in Lillith's face drains a shade but she doesnt show any traces of guilt as her brows creased deeper in confusion.

"You know..what ,exactly?" She asks.

What did he know?

More than he wished.

Less than he hoped.

Hyungwon knew the woman he was dangerously in love with was a stone-faced liar.

Among other things.

"You really wanna play dumb with me?" he goes on to ask and the hostility in his voice has his lover's lips curling up into an unexpected smile.

"Wonnie.." she begins and her chest touches the table as she leaned foward, extending her touch to grace Hyungwon's hand that laid flat over the polished wood.

"Don't.." he exhales tiredly, pulling his hand away to fall in his lap. This has Lilith's smile fading immediately.

"Im sorry...Did you not ask me to be here? You said you wanted to see me.."

Her tone and expression imply that her feelings were hurt by his rejection, but Hyungwon knew better than to believe it.

"Yeah. I wanted to see you tonight.....because I needed to see if you would look me in the eyes and lie the same way you've been lying to me this whole time."

Lilith's brows shoot up in surprise and an incredulous chuckle just sharply from her lungs. Hyungwon's brows crease as her posture changed from anxious to at ease, despite the atmosphere shift.

He frowns as he watched the guilt and confusion trade for what he could guess was amusement at his expense.

Could this woman have any more nerve?

"Did I say something funny?" he asks and Lilith only shakes her head with a sigh.

"No.Just laughing at the fact that I just traveled all the way downtown in the rain, in this dress.. without any panties underneath it.."

Hyungwon blinks at her unsubtle pause, pushing the thought of what she was hiding between her luscious thighs.

"...expecting a much warmer greeting from you..and a drink. At least..." she trails off all too casual.

Lilith reaches across the table comfortably for Hyungwon's drink and their fingers touch as she takes it from him. He surprisingly allows it, opting to keep his cool as she lifts it to her red-tinted lips with her eyes trained on him over the rim.

As she pulls away from the glass, her tongue darts out to lick over her stained top lip and the image of her lips at his throat flash through his mind.

Fuck this was impossible.

How could a woman as devious as she is so captivating with even just the curl of her tongue and bat of her eye?

The memory of it has him swelling with want beneath the table and for a moment he wonders if he should even be doing this.

Only for a moment though.

Leather creaks against his nails as they dug troughs into the seat of his car.

Hyungwon groans in ecstasy towards the sunroof, his heavy panting accumlating in the steam fogging his windows.

The backseat was surprisingly spacious once the front seats were pushed up, giving just enough room for him to sit with his long legs spread wide with her slotted between them.

"Oh..shit.." he exhales , cutting his bottom lip with his teeth as his fingers tangled in Lillith's silken curls. Her head bobs over him slowly, her velvety smooth lips and tongue shining with saliva as they worked magic over his shaft.

Night had barely fallen over the city, the buzz of office employees and other tenants echoeing through the concrete walls of the enclosed parking garage.

Hyungwon's blacked out Genesis is parked in the furthest and darkest corner on the top floor. The keys still dangled from the ignition up front by the time their bodies teleported to the back seat with the symphony of the city life instrumenting their tryst.

"You feel...so..fucking good....."

The words were as tender as his touch against the back of her head and he guided her just as gently to take him as deep as her throat would allow without her choking.

They knew they weren't alone in the parking garage despite the quiet surrounding them but neither of them cared. Something about the fact heightens the arousal that was sparked by the tension between them from the bar. Which was far too potent to resist any longer than they had to.

His most recent assignment put him in a place where Lilith was coming off a job of her own. The two never discussed work when they were together, nor did they care to know the causes of certain bruises or scrapes marring each other's skin. They only had an unspoken agreement, to leave everything, clothes and weapons included, at the door.

After fighting off the inevitable gag caused by Hyungwon's length, Lilith's eyes lift to steal a look of his gorgeously pleasured expression. She pulls off of him with a low gasp, and a devilish smirk curls at her smudged lips as she stroked his shellacked dick with her free hand.

The other was slotted between her legs, rubbing soothingly at her dripping folds.

Hyungwon's brow cinched as the warmth of her skilled hand brought him closer to the precipice of pleasure. His jaw goes slack and his lust drunk eyes rolled back as the sizzling fuse crept closer and closer to its source.

"Im..Im gonna.." he shudders, his hand closing into a fist over Lilith's scalp as she continues to take him deep in her throat.

Before he could stop her, Hyungwon erupted into her mouth with a deep sigh of relief and frustration at not being able to hold on a minute longer. Lilith swallowed him down greedily, a weak but sinister chuckle vibrating her throat as she did.

"Fuckfuckfuck..ah..stop.." he groans unabashedly, his hips lifting his from the seat as his overstimulation takes hold. Lilith giggles at his shameless squirming but shows him mercy by pulling off of his throbbing member and sensitive tip with a 'pop' of her lips.

Coming up from her knees for the first time in the few minutes it took to get Hyungwon off, she smiled as she mounted him, opening her thighs to accommodate his wide legged spread.

Hyungwon's neck and the slice of his chest that was visible between loosened buttons glistened under a sheen of sweat that smelled divine. The feminine and inner feline urge to rub it all over herself compels Lilith to finish unbuttoning the black silk expertky with one hand.

She used her other to reach down between their bodies to stroke Hyungwon's unwavering erection slowly, using the slickness of her own arousal that lingered on her fingers.

"Think you were loud enough?" she teased him just above a raspy whisper and Hyungwon grunted as her grip rolled over his tip.

"Think your pussy's wet enough?" he boomeranged her sarcasm, earning a stiff squeeze at the base of his dick. Hyungwon hissed at the pressure, his eyes fluttering pitifully.

"Careful...you just might find out." Lilith leans in to whisper in his ear, taking a lobe between her teeth sensually.

She pulls back just enough for them to share a kiss that's soaked by their tongues and remnants of Hyungwons cum still on Lilith's lips.

"Mmm..." he moans, savoring the flavor of himself combined with her kiss and whimpering at the way it made his weeping tip twitch in her grasp.

"You liked that?" Lilith murmured and Hyungwon's groan in response has her chuckling darkly. Hyungwon nods wordlessly, his jaw dropping and his head tilting to deepen their kiss. He licks at her mouth desperately while she pushed his silk shirt completely open, exposing his sculpted chest and taut abdomen.

Hyungwon didn't have the mind nor the patience to attempt to get Lilith naked. With how her dress was already bunched and gathering at the curve of her hips, there wasn't much standing between him and where he needed to be.

His wet kisses trailed hot and heavy from her lips to the hills of her cleavage, his greedy hands squeezing her ass to guide her closer.

"Stay with me..." he says suddenly in a hurried breath, lifting his hooded gaze to find hers in the darkness.

Lilith hovers over her him motionless, blinking with resistance at his unexpected proposal. Before she could deny him, as if she could, Hyungwon continued.

"Please...I need you tonight. I need you every night. I want to bury myself inside of you until you paint the walls with my name. I want you in my bed, naked and sore when I wake up. Then I want to fuck you again so that you'll think of me with every step you take. Until we meet again.."

Had he always been this poetic? The rawness and passion of his intentions made tiny rivers of need drizzle down her inner thighs, surely coating his thighs.

She wanted that too. More than she could put into words. Realistically, everything about his proposition was dangerous. They weren't even supposed to be seen together, let alone sharing a room in the Continental.

Or a bed.

It complicated everything.

But nonetheless, her heart and her core called to Hyungwon like a lost lover, praying for solace and sanctuary.

Even if it were for one night.

"Hyun.." she begins, but lips as soft as satin punctate her sentence for her.

"Dont think, just say you will. And we can figure out the rest later.." Hyungwon says against her lips, running his hands over her wide straddling hips to squeeze her again. The motion causes the his shaft to nudge through her senstive folds, making them both sigh into each other's mouths at the warmth and friction.

She wanted to say no. (no she didnt.)

She needed to say no. (no the FUCK she didnt.)

But with a mumbled 'yes' and a sly smile, her response trailed over his jawline and down to his neck while Hyungeon hurriedly slipped his length inside of her.

As expected, the fondness of the memory exists for only a moment. Although his gaze lingered on her lips, recalling the things she accomplished over and over with them, there would now be a bitter aftertaste in his mind.

Images of them pressed against his throat douses his arrousal immediately.

"I know all about him, Lilith. So theres no point in lying now.." Hyungwon responds as Lilith helps herself to what remains of his whiskey.

He catches the corner of her mouth lifting into a smile as she drank but it vanished the moment she placed the glass back in the center of the table.

"Him?" She exhales the question, almost as if she were getting bored or mildly irritated at Hyungwon's pointless line of obtuse questions.

Typical.

She was rarely the type to hold herself accountable for anything, even when she knew she was dead wrong.

Hyungwon sniffs a chuckle as he steals a look around the empty bar. He needed a reason to look away from her anyway.

She was still just as beautiful when he wanted to hate her.

"Please don't keep playing dumb or innocent about this. Im not in the mood. I know everything, ok? And so does he. We've spoken."

Lilith's gaze drops to Hyungwon's mouth before it drags back up to his stare.

"Have you now?" She asks, the arch of her brow lifting ever so slightly.

"I have. And in our conversations, I've come to know more about you than I ever thought was possible. Things I wish I never had to hear."

He and Lilith weren't exclusive but she'd insisted that no one had her the way he did. Heart, mind and body.

But Hyungwon should have known better than to take the word of a spy.

A professional liar.

The two stare each other down intensely for what feels like minutes, frozen by distrust and indifference with a touch of sexual tension dense enough to coat the air.

Lilith is the first to yield, shifting in her chair but maintaining her disinterested expression. Feigning annoyance, she sighs loudly.

"Ok,So...what now? Did you call me here to break up with me or something? Want me to cry and say I'm sorry? What is it you expect from me?" She asks audaciously.

Before Hyungwon could respond, the chiming door pulled his attention from Lilith's challenging scowl to the door she'd walked through only minutes ago.

Except this time, donning a shirt and slacks the color of night, a regretfully familiar gentleman crosses over the threshold with his sharp brow hardening at the sight of the only woman he expected to see sitting across from his cohort.

Lilith's head turns curiously to see who had stolen Hyungwon's gaze from her so suddenly and just as she'd gone ghostly before, her eyes widen at the sight of Hyunwoo sauntering towards them.

Smirking devilishly in a way only he could...

"Lilith...."

To be continued...

[landscaping-your-mind]

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: Gen

Fandom: Doctor Who (2005)

Relationship: Tenth Doctor & Donna Noble

Characters: Tenth Doctor (Doctor Who), Donna Noble

Additional Tags: Whumptober, Whumptober 2023, Interrogation, Episode: s04e03 Planet of the Ood, Episode AU: s04e03 Planet of the Ood, The Doctor & Donna Noble are a Comedic Duo, i really hope i’m not pulling a steven moffat w/ this whumptober so thats why i’m going to work, extra hard and maybe burn out idk i just cant make it bad, (do not do this), He/Him and It/Its Pronouns for the Tenth Doctor (Doctor Who)

Language: English

Published: 2023-10-18

Words: 653

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

The Doctor and Donna are asked to answer a few questions. --- “Oi!” Donna cuts in. The Doctor does its best to not sigh out loud. “Why aren’t you hitting me now?” “Donna—“ “You’d think that in two thousand years we’d’ve solved sexism.” “You getting punched in the face isn’t a win for women’s rights!” --- Written for Whumptober 2023, day 18. Prompt is: tortured for information.

Warnings:

Blood

Slavery (mentioned) (canonical)

Violence

“You know,” the Doctor says, conversationally. “I would be much more inclined to help if you didn’t— Ow!”

He’s punched in the stomach this time — better than the face, it likes this face, and broken noses are always a hassle.

“Leave him alone!” Donna shouts.

“Look, all we want to know is what you lot are planning,” says the man, the Doctor didn’t catch his name and frankly it doesn’t care.

“We’ve told you,” Donna says. “We’re not planning anything, we’re just travellers.”

The man gets all up in the Doctor’s space, who leans away as far as it can. “If you don’t start telling the truth, I’ll hit the girl.”

“Oi!” Donna cuts in. The Doctor does its best to not sigh out loud. “Why aren’t you hitting me now?”

“Donna—“

“You’d think that in two thousand years we’d’ve solved sexism.”

“Well, considering they have actual slaves, I’m not surprised,” the Doctor hisses. “Besides, you getting punched in the face isn’t a win for women’s rights!”

“And you getting punched in the face isn’t a win for alien—” Donna catches herself, right after it would’ve helped.

The Doctor turns back to face the man, dreading what’s to come.

“What do you mean, alien?”

“Just our little joke,” the Doctor responds, laughing nervously. “So odd, must be an alien, right Donna.”

“Yup! Really odd, this one. Way too thin. Kind of strange.”

They would make a good improv troupe. Good at interrogations… not so much.

“What sort of alien are you?” the man asks.

“Not alien!” the Doctor responds. “One hundred percent human!”

The man punches him in the face. The Doctor’s head whips to the side. A drop of blood rolls down his face and lands on its coat.

“Not an alien.”

He’s punched again, and beside it, he can feel Donna flinch.

“Still not an alien.”

The man punches him in the nose again, and the Doctor lets out a cry.

“He’s a Time Lord!” Donna blurts out. She winces. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

The Doctor looks up at the man. He’d say it looks more intimidating when he’s got blood dripping down his face and still has its defiant stare. He hopes it does, at least.

“I’m a Time Lord,” the Doctor says. “From Gallifrey.”

The man seems more confused than anything. Humans and their isolation, anyone else would be at least a little unnerved.

“That’s supposed to make you frightened,” Donna chirps. The Doctor turns its head to give Donna a look and promptly gets punched again.

“Doesn’t frighten me,” says the man.

“Yes, I can see that.”

“Stop hitting him,” Donna shifts closer to him. “We told you, we don’t have a plan, now can we go.”

“No plan,” the Doctor backs her up. “Never got a plan. Just stroll in, me.”

“Then why did you try to free the Ood?”

“Because what you’re doing to them is barbaric, do I really need to say anything else?”

He’s punched again and Donna elbows him in the ribs, which it really thinks is not the time. “Doctor, is there any way you can not antagonise the person actively hurting you?” she hisses.

“Not really,” it responds.

“You’re the worst.”

“You love me—“ he’s cut off by another fist hitting its stomach.

“Leave it alone!” Donna shouts.

“What are you planning and what did you do? How did you find them?”

“Not planning anything, done barely anything, luck.”

The man punches him yet again and Donna blurts out, “He heard them!”

The Doctor deflates as Donna continues. “He’s telepathic, it heard them sing, they were afraid. We’re not just gonna leave them there.”

“Donna,” the Doctor says. “Why?”

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t just let them hurt you.”

“And worse is fine?”

“What do you mean worse is fine?”

The Doctor motions with his head to where the man is talking in a hushed tone over the radio.

“Ah,” Donna says. “Fuck.”

[threecrowsinatrenchcoat]

Paint My Spirit Gold

Dukeceit Week Day 2: Green/Yellow

Fans of the YouTubers "Deceit" and Remus "The Duke" Sanders start to suspect that maybe, just maybe, the two of them are more than simple internet pals.

AO3 Link: [here]

Word Count: 2187

Warnings: n/a

@dukeceitweek <3

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[ID: A screenshot of a Twitter post by user @CallMeDukie. It features a watercolor-style painting of a snake. The snake appears to be made of melting chocolate, and there is a large bite taken out of its tail. Cherries and jam are leaking out of the snake at the bite wound. The snake's expression of horror is overly-exaggerated to the point of comedy. The caption reads: "liked your snake boi, @SerpenThyme. thanks for the inspo." /end ID]

- 

A notification ding cut Janus off mid-sentence. 

“Wow, someone left their cell phone on, so professional,” he said, giving the camera a dramatic eye roll. That someone was him, of course, because he was the only one in the apartment- just him and the running livestream- but that was no excuse not to be a drama queen about it. He finished wiping flour off his hands and grabbed his phone to silence it; but the notification made him pause. He flicked his eyes up toward the camera and gave a slight smirk.

“My goodness, I’m famous,” he drawled. “The Duke himself has graced little old me with some fan art.”

Most of the comments in the chat wanted him to show it, so Janus opened up Twitter to see the full post he’d been tagged in. It was a watercolor painting of the coiled-snake chocolate sculpture- lovingly named Jake by his viewers- he’d made for his YouTube video last week; it was wearing an expression of such comedic horror that Janus had to stifle a laugh. He flicked his phone screen toward the close-up camera on his counter so his viewers could see.

“How kind of you, Remus,” he said. “All of you should go scold him for what he’s done to poor Jake here.”

Most of his viewers would know he was joking- after all, they were the ones to nickname him Deceit when he provided neither a real or fake name for his online persona. They knew full well what he was like by now.

The oven timer dinged. Janus silenced his phone and set it aside.

“And our first batch of cookies is done. You know, why don’t we show the Duke some appreciation?”

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[ID: An Instagram post by user @SerpenThyme. The photo is an artistically-framed shot of a stack of sugar cookies with green, yellow, and pink icing. Propped up against the stack is another cookie, with an intricate icing-drawing of an octopus. The photo appears to have been color corrected to have high contrast, low saturation, and a dark vignette at the edges. The Instagram user @OctoDukie is tagged. No caption. /end ID]

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“You know, I have often been accused of actually being a little old lady, what with my fondness for knitted jumpers, rocking chairs, and incredibly fucked up murder mystery books. Today I am doing nothing to dispel this accusation, by making soup.”

The studio was dark and empty aside from Remus' workspace. Everyone else had left long ago, even his own brother, which meant that it was officially ass-o'clock in the morning (or, as most people called it, somewhere between 1 and 2 a.m.) But Remus was stuck in hyperfocus, honed in on putting the last touches on a commission that he'd been putting off for weeks. It's not that it was a tough painting- once he'd gotten started, it was actually a very creatively satisfying piece- but man, executive dysfunction could go suck a dick

“French onion soup, specifically. Because while I do like to pretend I am a classy bitch, I am also, regrettably, a lazy bitch with a distaste for anything that takes longer than one bottle of wine to make.”

Remus hated working in silence. It was stifling, almost suffocating. His brain needed noise like his lungs needed air. So when the studio had grown still and silent, Remus had flipped open his laptop and queued up some YouTube videos. 

“So we have here three pounds of onions that we need to slice up, pole to pole. You’re going to cry no matter what, so if you have any memories you’ve been repressing since middle school, now is an excellent time to dredge those up.” 

And if it happened to be 90% SerpenThyme videos, well. Sue him. 

“Now the first rule of caramelizing onions: fast and sloppy is always better than slow and thorough… at least, that’s what every man I’ve ever slept with tells me.”

Remus choked and glanced over to his laptop screen just in time to catch Deceit's trademark smirk directed at the audience just for a moment. It was the deadpan delivery that always got him. Remus could barely hold onto a joke long enough to get through it without cackling mid-punchline, but this fucker could say the funniest shit like an off-hand comment. 

He wiped his hands off on his jeans (what use were clothes if you couldn't use them as paint rags?) and pulled his laptop across the table.  He typed out a quick comment, citing the timestamp of the joke, and after it was posted, he shut his laptop. 

'Cause ass-o'clock was short for "get-your-ass-home-or-I’ll-kick-it" o'clock. 

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[ID: A screenshot of a YouTube comments section. The first comment is by user TheDuke, and reads: "10:42 wow, rude." The second comment is a reply by user SerpenThyme, and simply reads ";)" /end ID]

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Janus plopped down on the couch with a slight groan. He didn’t need to stream today, but he really hated missing days. Besides… he was fine. Really. 

He adjusted the camera until he was happy with the framing, and then checked the settings on his streaming software. Satisfied, he started the stream, and watched as his usual viewers rolled in. 

“What do you mean I’m not in my kitchen?” Janus drawled, addressing the chat. He glanced around with an expression of faux-shock on his face. “My goodness, when did that happen?”

He chuckled, and then gestured to his surroundings. “Yes, we are in my living room today. If you must know, my closest and most trusted friend tried to murder me today- yes, Virgil, it was attempted murder and nothing less- and I survived with nary a scratch… and a broken foot, but that is beside the point. Anyway, I’m not allowed to stand for long periods of time, and I may or may not be somewhat inebriated by pain pills and couldn’t stand even if I wanted to. So we are cooking from my couch today.”

Janus paused for a few moments to read the chat messages as they popped up. A few get well soon’s, a few theories about the “attempted murder,” Virgil- who moderated his chat for him- vehemently denying the “attempted murder” but otherwise refusing to clarify the event, and a large volume of wtf why are you streaming today, take care of yourself comments, which made him smile. But one particular comment caught his eye, almost lost amid the torrent of an active chat: wait this kinda looks like the Duke’s living room?

“Oh, VampSuga,” he said, addressing that commenter in particular with a slight smirk. “I haven’t the faintest idea what you’re talking about. Anyway, since I can’t reach my oven from here, I thought some no-bake cookies were in order. For these you will need-”

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[ID: A screenshot of a Discord conversation. The text reads:

“VampSuga: Ok ok hear me out. Dukeceit. 

Starstruck96: who?

IneffableSnek: lmao

FeralBeauYasha: lol

VampSuga: Deceit and Remus Sanders! They’re totally dating. I will die on this hill. 

FeralBeauYasha: Isn’t the duke w/ PatPat?

IneffableSnek: no thats his brothers bf

FeralBeauYasha: ohh

VampSuga: Did anyone see Deceit’s stream today? I swear that’s the Duke’s livingroom. 

StarStruck96: idk that seems like a stretch

IneffableSnek: no wait i kno what u mean

IneffableSnek: im watching the duke’s old videos and that one where he shows off all his old weapons he’s in a living room kinda like deceit’s 

FeralBeauYasha: They were acting all cute on twitter too

VampSuga: DUKECEIT”  /end ID]

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"Hey guys, been a while since you've seen my face and not just whatever my hands are busy with, when it's within YouTube's terms and conditions I mean. They used to be way more lenient…" Remus trailed off for a moment, then shook his head sharply and plastered on a grin. 

"Anyway! In June me and a few other creators did a fundraiser for the Trevor Project, and y'all smashed the goal, so I let you decide what video I'd make this month." He paused, and gestured to the mountain of clothes piled behind him on the bed. "And you had so many juicy ideas to choose from, but you decided to dress me up like a Barbie instead."

Remus paused to scroll through his phone for a few moments. "Ah, ok, here we go. Twitter user YoonIsMyCat- oh, BTS, nice- sent in this first outfit. Uh… future Remus, put up the post here somewhere." He gestured vaguely to his right. "Y'all went with either a fuckton more clothes or a fuckton less clothes, which I respect. Apparently this outfit is called…” He squinted at his phone. “Amish chic? I take it back, no respect at all.”

Remus cycled through the outfits his viewers sent in, which ranged from the aforementioned “Amish chic” to “2008 rave attire” to “ok now you guys are just fucking with me” (which consisted of one of those big puffy snow coats, lime green in color; booty shorts with the shrug text emoji across the ass; fuzzy pink boots; and a yellow cowboy hat to top off the whole thing. It was awful. Remus loved it.) The mountain of clothes on the bed gradually became a mess of clothes spread across the floor instead, until there was just one outfit left. 

“Ok so Twitter user VampSuga sent me this outfit that I’m gonna call ‘sexy librarian.’ I couldn’t find this exact sweater online, but-” he paused for dramatic effect, before brandishing a sweater toward the camera like a bullfighter. “My boyfriend had something that was close enough.”

Remus hopped up from the bed and switched off the camera so he could change.

“They’re going to lose their minds,” a voice drawled from the doorway. Remus threw his shirt at him.

“Shoo, I’m getting naked.”

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[ID: A Twitter post by user @CallMeDukie. It features a selfie of YouTuber Remus “The Duke” Sanders, a Hispanic man with his hair dyed green and styled into a spiked mohawk. He is wearing a yellow knitted cardigan over a black button-up shirt. He is grinning widely at the camera. The caption reads: “my viewers pick my outfits! now live on youtube. go see what i look like as a sexy librarian!” /end ID]

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DukeceitStan

first and only dukeceit shipper ig

DukeceitStan

wow there’s so many of you now! Hi!!

DukeceitStan

i want this to be canon so bad omg

DukeceitStan

i mean just look

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how 

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cute

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[ID: A series of three gifs featuring Youtubers SerpenThyme, aka Deceit, and TheDuke, aka Remus Sanders. Deceit is a black man with long, dreadlocked hair, and vitiligo patches along the left side of his face. Remus is a Hispanic man with green-dyed hair styled into a mohawk, many ear and facial piercings, and tattoos covering both arms. Each gif is edited so that the highlights are tinged yellow when Deceit is seen, and tinged green when Remus is seen.

The first gif depicts a close-up shot of Deceit’s hands as he carefully decorates a cookie with green and yellow icing. The cookie art he is working on appears to be a half-finished octopus. The gif then fades into a mid-shot of Remus, with his back to the camera, facing a canvas. The canvas is blank, and Remus appears to be laying out paints on a table to his left. 

The second gif depicts Deceit seated at his couch, facing the camera. He has many ingredients spread across his coffee table (including oats, cocoa powder, and butter) and appears to be in the process of laying out several more. The gif fades to show Remus seated at a similar couch with a similar coffee table in front of him. The camera is angled slightly downward to better show the myriad of knives spread out across the table. Remus is gesturing wildly with a morning star held in his hand. 

The third gif depicts Deceit in his kitchen. He is pulling on a bright, yellow knitted cardigan, and smirking toward the camera. The gif fades to show Remus in his bedroom, seated on his bed. He is holding up a similar-looking cardigan toward the camera and grinning. /end ID]

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“Remus, it’s almost two in the morning. Come to bed.”

“I’m coming, sorry. Twitter distracted me.”

“Mm. I can’t believe the bird app is more distracting than I am.”

“You should try harder.”

“Come to bed and maybe I will.”

“Ok, ok, I’m coming. Hang on though, is it cool if I post this?”

“Sure. They figured it out anyway.”

“Sweet. Ok, Jannie, I’m coming.”

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[ID: A screenshot of a Twitter post by user @CallMeDukie. It reads: “Dukeceit is canon.” /end ID] 

[punkpal]

Get To Know Me Better! (tag game)

@tidal-wav3s thanks for tagging me dude!!

Fav color: Lots of people get surprised when i say this but pink has and always will be my favourite colour.

Last song I listened to: Four Walls - While She Sleeps

Fav musicians/bands: God i have so many but the first few that come to mind are Parkway Drive, My Chemical Romance, Five Finger Death Punch, Green Day, Architects, All Time Low, A Day to Remember, Hellions, Slipknot, Secrets, Ocean Grove, Korn, In Hearts Wake, Awaken I Am, Whilst She Sleeps, Slowly Slowly, Young Lions, Trophy Eyes, The Plot In You, Queen, The Maine, Linkin Park, Hands Like House, AD/DC, Evanescence, Dream On Dreamer, Asking Alexandria, Crown The Empire, Camp Cope, Bring Me the Horizon, System of a Down, Disturbed, The Used, Brand New, Blink-182, Bad Omens, Tonight Alive, Stick To Your Guns and lots lots more. When i was putting together this list i was gonna make it a max of 10 bands but then i kept thinking of more and more and eventually i just had to stop otherwise this list would become novel length. Basically the consensus is i like lots of music and any of the band i reblog shit from are favs.

Last film I watched: Sicario and it was shit so take my word and don’t fucking bother.

Last tv show I watched: I just finished rewatching The Umbrella Academy season 1 to get myself psyched for season 2. I also just finished watching the netflix mini series documentary ‘Unabomber: In his own words’ which was pretty good. And I am also currently binging The Office (US) and am just starting season 8. 

Fav original character: So i am writing (admittedly mostly just in my head although a little less then a quarter has been written as a rough draft on a word doc) a rather length fantasy/vampire novel. Its part romance, part drama, part revenge fantasy, part anarchist vigilante revolution au and tbh part me just self projecting my trauma and dysfunctional life onto my characters... And whilst it likely will never see the light of day because of my lack of motivation to write the entire thing down and instead just reference it when i am day dreaming. I really vibe with the alternative universe as an escape from the real one i am living in and i have a vested interest in the characters i have created in it. And whilst there are numerous ocs from this that i have put an alarmingly long amount of time (literally years) into developing all of which i love and adore i do have two favourites. One named Taylor who is a gay 2946 year old idiot/himbo (vampire obviously). He is hot, sweet, kind, caring, funny, understanding, stubborn, the mum™️  friend, a romantic fool with a a hint of mummy issues and anger problems and a complete fucking allergy to guilt. And the other is his prodigy/person he turned vampire named Meredith. She is 354 year old hot mess and is kinda the opposite of him in that she is homicidal, manipulative, cunning, devious, fearless (almost to a fault), strong willed women. Who is very smart, has a strong/forward and somewhat off putting personality, low key a bit of a bitch but is very protective of those she loves and has good morals and the desire to right all wrongs even if through violent revenge if she sees fit. She is the leader of a criminal underworld revolution seeking to bring revenge and justice to the powerful and untouchable evils of the world. And he is her loyal side kick that lets her run the show as she is a natural born leader, but also works as a the voice of reason and logic to her. All the while having his own sub plot of being torn between chasing his love interest despite the danger it possesses. Or sacrificing his own desire for connection and love for fear of the consequences despite it meaning living a sad and eternally lonely life. Thats just a very brief summery of those two. They have a very close but complicated relationship with each other, like annoying siblings but imagine if you had to live with your siblings for centuries. And they all have there flaws (some more obvious then others) as well as dark, morbid and tragic histories but it makes them what the are today both the good, the bad and the downright problematic. And yeah i’d like to think one day i will write this out properly and others will read it and connect to or relate to these characters. Maybe love them, maybe hate them, maybe initially hate them, like is designed with Meredith, but come to truly love her once they begin to understand her and see her potential thats hidden under layers of ‘don’t fuck with me’. But until then they are my characters to play around with and build upon and thats exactly what i intend to do.

Sweet, spicy, or savory: Sweet!

Sparkling water, tea, or coffee: Can i say hot chocolate or juice?

Pets: Living with me is my son and best friend Gideon (he is a adult black male cat i adopted a year ago and he is the best thing that has ever happened to me.) Living with my sister is my family cat i grew up with named Maisey (she is a snobby fat cat with a beautiful coat and i love her although i don’t think she loves me/or anyone.) And then at my mums is her puppy Newfoundland Bentley (basically god combined a dumbass and a dog and made him) as well as my brothers turtle Pedro and my axolotl Voldemort (can’t fit his huge tank in my apartment so he stays with mum.)

I’m tagging: @bilvy @revradio @cxmeterydrxve @angryqueercrypted @prettyyy-boyyy @disenchanted-mona-lisa @burymeinpink @thotfrnk @r1ghtbackatitaga1n @solelll @gothbtchz @highhighhopless @re-imagine @x-give-em-hell-kid-x @greendayer @dramaticallydepressed @lyricsinmyblood-bloodinmylyrics & @imsopunkrxck obviously this isn’t a obligation, do this tag game only if you want. And if you weren’t tagged but wanna take part then do tag me in your own and i will read and like it as i love learning about my followers passions and interests!

[princecupcakee]

Park Bench | Reddie

Read on AO3

Rating: E

Pairing: Richie Tozier/Eddie Kaspbrak

Word Count: 3,320

Chapter: 2/8

Past Chapters: Chapter 1 (AO3)

Next Chapters: Chapter 3 (AO3), Chapter 4 (AO3)

Summary: Recently divorced and ‘incapable of love’, Eddie Kaspbrak moves to Los Angeles for work and a small, small hope of a fresh start. Broken up and never dated again, Richie Tozier tries to get back into love with help from his love of music. Quickly meeting eyes and one concert later, they think that maybe love isn’t that bad. So they try it one more time.

Chapter 2: What If Eddie Kaspbrak Was?, What If Richie Tozier Wasn’t? & Richie Tozier And Eddie Kaspbrak Have Breakfast 

Tags/Warnings: Angst / Unhappy Ending / theres only one sex scene but this is explicit anyway / Bisexual Richie Tozier / Gay Eddie Kaspbrak / Post-Divorce / Implied/Referenced Cheating / Inspired By Remembering Sunday (All Time Low) / Inspired by The Book Ninja by Ali Berg / Implied/Referenced Child Abuse / Implied/Referenced Abuse / Implied/Referenced Manipulation

Tag-list: @richietoaster​, @s-s-georgie​, @mikeuris​, @gazebobullshit​, @that-weird-girls-blog​, @tozierking​​​, @thoughtfullyyoungduck​, @s-onora​, @bellarosewrites​, @lermanslogan​, @ambitiousskychild​, @ghostnebula​, @vanillaredvelvet​,

(Ask if you wanna be on the tag-list!!)

Chapter 2

What If Eddie Kaspbrak Was?

He loves Beverly, he really does, but right now, in this gigantic crowd of people, he hates her. Really, really hates her. He thinks that everything and everyone (mildly excluding Ben, Beverly, Bill, Mike, and Mr. cute-Hawaiian-shirt guy-with-huge glasses-who’s-name-is-apparently-Richie) is out to kill him. Two groups of teenagers tried to sell him drugs, or something —he wouldn’t know. He ran away before they could say anything.

It was loud, and hot, and made Eddie, really, really uncomfortable. As much as he tried to avoid the touches of every person jumping around to whatever incomprehensible song was being shouted —yes, he meant shouted — it was too cramped. “You okay there?” Eddie heard a voice behind him ask, loudly. As he looked in that direction, Eddie decided that speaking would be useless, so he simply shook his head. He let Mr. cute-Hawaiian-shirt guy-with-huge glasses-who’s-name-is-apparently-Richie or, simply, Richie, take his hand and lead him out. “You looked really uncomfortable,” Richie smiled, laughing a bit.

“Uh, yeah, don’t do that well with big crowds and everything,” Eddie shrugged, attempting to look ‘cool.’

Richie laughed, “Lets go.”

“But, the concert?”

“I’ve seen ‘em before,” Richie shook his head, “I’ll take you back home, its pretty late anyway.”

“Thanks,” Eddie smiled as he took Richie’s outstretched hand.

“Where is your place?” Richie asked him, crossing the pedestrian.

“I uh, live with Ben and Bev.”

“That mansion? Well, I guess when the husband is an architect and the wife is a designer you get the Buckingham fucking Palace.” Eddie laughed at that (as much as he tried to hide it.)

“But, yeah, I’m staying at Ben and Bev’s while I’m here.”

“While you’re here?” Richie nods

“I don’t live in LA, I’m from New York,” Eddie replied.

“I didn’t think you were from here,” Richie smiled, walking backward to face Eddie.

“That’s dangerous.”

“And thats,” Richie points at Eddie “no fun.”

Eddie rolled his eyes, moving away from the topic, “Its like you guys have your own planet here,” he says, scanning the scenery.

“Says the New Yorker,” Richie said sarcastically.

Eddie gave him a questioning look, trying to hide a smile. “You know, all the big pretty buildings and broadway, and all the big movies,” Richie jokes in a horrible Brooklyn accent.

“Don’t-don’t do that,” Eddie shakes his head.

“Thats my career.” Richie grinned walking into the subway.

Eddie ignored that, “I thought LA was all cars?” He asked.

“It is. I’m doing a kind of project thing though,” Richie smiles talking Eddie’s hand. That slightly throwing Eddie off. “See?” Richie points to a vinyl (yes, Eddie learned the word) with their intertwined fingers.

“I don’t think I understand,” Eddie says looking at Richie.

“I don’t think you need to,” Richie winks, seating Eddie further from the vinyl.

“For a comedian, you’re not funny.”

“Come to one of my shows then. Got one tomorrow night.” Richie winks.

“Sure.”

Richie stops himself before he says ‘its a date.’

“Where did you go?” Beverly asked Eddie as he walked into the kitchen where the rest of the group was standing.

“I went back here,” Eddie says, avoiding eye contact with anyone in the room as he holds back a ‘and kind of got a date. Kind of. Well, no it isn’t a date. I’m just gonna watch his show-’

“Richie ‘went back here,’ too?”

“Oh- no, he just… it was really late and he-he walked and rode the train with me back here.” Eddie replied. Ben, Beverly, Bill, and Mike all exchanged looks while he wasn’t looking. “I uh- speaking of Richie though, what does he even do?” He asked, trying to be subtle. Keyword: trying.

Ben tried to hide a laugh, “Besides working at the shop he does some comedy, I thought we told you already?”

“Yeah, yeah, uh anyway, does he even have shows?”

Deciding that he didn’t want this conversation to last too long since Eddie would never bring up what he really wants to say, “He’s got a show tomorrow n-night, I think,” Bill says looking at Ben and Beverly, “Think we can watch it?”

“Totally, its at a bar not too far from here,” Ben smiles.

“Yeah, sure, why not,” Eddie says quickly, thankful that his friends ‘didn’t’ notice how much he wanted to go.

~~~

Eddie was alone on Sunday morning, tired after the concert the night before, —despite not being there for half of it—and he woke up at around 10. His four other momentary housemates were out for the day on whatever they were planning on doing on a Sunday morning in Los Angeles —he wondered what there is to do. Which made Eddie feel painfully single, but also made him feel a little better. An abnormal creek came from downstairs he shut the door to his bedroom, ‘I must’ve just imagined it, I need coffee.’

A loud crash sound rang inside the house and followed Eddie to the first floor. He ran into the kitchen, grabbed the first thing he could find, and rushed toward the direction of the sound, prepared to hit. “Holy fuck, please no!” Richie shouted, hands above his head, dropping the coat rack he was trying to put straight back up. Eddie dropped the pan in his hands and sighed, relieved. “What the fuck is this? Tangled?” Richie laughed, breathlessly.

“Asshole. I thought there was some, I don’t know, a psychopathic- killer- clown that broke into the house out to kill me.”

“I- I’m not even gonna fucking ask.”

Eddie sighs and rolls his eyes, ”why are you here anyway?”

“Just picking up something, what are you doing here?” Richie asked, ‘well shit. Now I look like an idiot.’

“Told you. I’m staying here.” Eddie answered returning the pan to the kitchen.

“Uh, right,” Richie awkwardly said, wanting to fill the silence. As much as he wanted to ask, ‘are you coming to my show tonight?’ He didn’t and instead, “so, how’s your mom doing? She okay after last night?”

“Ew. That’s disgusting,” Eddie said his face scrunching up, “I, uh, I’m going.”

As if he read Richie’s mind he clarified, “I’m going to your show.”

“Neat.” Richie smiled widely, “uh no. Not neat. No! Not that is it’s ‘not neat’ for you to come to my show, I mean not neat. Like, not the word ‘neat’. Jeez. Uh—“

“Yeah, neat.” Eddie laughed, “weren’t you going to get something?” He knew he was winning this.

“Oh right, uh,” The man in glasses began to walk towards the library —it wasn’t actually a library just an extra room Ben and Beverly filled with books and music things (Eddie honestly didn't know what they were). Again, their house is fucking like a mansion— and Richie came out with vinyl in his hands, “they borrowed it,” He said shaking it.

“Have you heard it before?”

“I don’t think so,” Eddie says walking closer.

“Lets go then,” Richie smirks going back into the room, putting in the vinyl. ‘Sittin' in the kitchen, a house in Macon’ rang the player, ‘Loretta's singing on the radio’

"Smell of coffee, eggs, and bacon” Richie sung.

“What is that?” Eddie asked.

“‘Car Wheels On A Gravel Road’, Lucinda Williams,” Richie replied just as the same line played.

“What kind of song even is that? Its all guitar but not-”

“First, its country and rock. Alt-Country. Second, not all songs with guitars have to sound like ‘The Carpal Tunnel Of Love’ or something,”

“I don’t even wanna what that is,” Eddie rolled his eyes, looking at the player —he didn’t actually know what it was called.

“You live under a rock. Not even a single rock— you-you live in a fucking cave.”

“Half the people I know don’t know what that is.” But Richie was already picking up a new vinyl — ‘is that a fucking sheep?’ Eddie wondered once he saw the cover.

Richie set the —‘what the fuck is that’ Eddie thought— on a place over the vinyl. “We take sour sips from life's lush lips” Richie sung, smiling at Eddie.

“Its so loud. What the fuck is that?” Richie just kept on singing.

“Whoa-oh, we're so miserable and stunning,” Richie sang. As, much as Eddie didn’t want to admit it, he sounded amazing.

“This is so loud. I’m not doing this,” Eddie said walking out of the room. The song being loud was the reason, he promised. It wasn’t because he knew he would lose it if he kept going, it was just loud.

“Hey, what? Eddie, wait!” Richie said stopping the music and tripping over himself to get to the door. “Have you been walking through life with earplugs on? Jeez,” Richie checked his watch, “shit, I’m gonna head back to the store. I’ll see you tonight?”

Eddie thought his heart stopped for a moment, and then he remembered he was going to Richie’s show. Nothing more. Because it shouldn’t be anything more. “Yeah,” Eddie said, watching as Richie walked out the door.

~~~

Eddie was alone in his room Sunday night, (or Monday morning? He couldn’t tell) tired of laughing, tired of being so far away from Richie. His set was amazing (not that Eddie would tell him that.) So maybe he was feeling something. Maybe he was feeling a lot. That doesn’t mean he must fall into Richie's arms. Or should fall into his arms —he thinks that Richie definitely can his hands and shoulders and just his arms are so big. He knows he shouldn’t fall in love again. The last time didn’t do well for him, and he had known her for years before they even started dating. And much longer before they got married. He shouldn’t be feeling this. But what if he was?

What If Richie Tozier Wasn’t?

As he walked out of the door from the Marsh’s house, he headed for the trains once again. Something in his head was pulling him away, not wanting him to continue the project, but what if its what’s good for him? What if Eddie didn’t like him the same way? This might continue to be like Connor. I mean, they saw each other in the store and started talking after ditching a concert? Is that how love was supposed to go? How is love supposed to go? On the other hand, Ben and Bev seem to like him. He trusts Ben and Bev. He trusts Eddie. But what if Eddie shouldn’t be trusted? This was something all too fragile.

Richie walked into the train, looking down on the vinyl he played Eddie. He took out the Sharpie from his pocket prepared to write on ‘Car Wheels On A Gravel Road’ but then his phone let out a ‘ping’ He opened his phone to a group chat with Stan, Patty, Ben, and Bev called: ‘The Four Hets Who Help With The Vinyl Project Thing’ —Richie was also surprised that it fits there.

Patty: Good luck on your date today!!! Stan: Yeah, have fun, rich. Ben: Tell us everything once its done :) Ben: By the way, Stan and Patty, we’re almost there. Stan: See you guys. Bev: Thats great and I absolutely love that for you. But I thought you were with [redacted] [Bev Deleted a Message.]

Richie didn’t catch what Beverly had written, but if it was deleted it probably wasn’t important. Richie opened the mail app on his phone to see the email that got him this date again. He had gotten it the day after he left Hot Fuss on the train, and he, Patty, and Stan had eaten out that night.

Subject: I found your vinyl From: Adam Wilson <@AdAmWIlsOn> To: Richie Toz <@Remembering_Records> 

  ‘Hey, Richie. My name’s Adam. I found the Hot Fuss album you left on the train a few weeks ago. I used to love listening to The Killers but work took so much of my time that I didn’t get to listen to them much anymore, but when I listened to your album, I felt like I finally relaxed, you know? I absolutely love Mr. Brightside but Somebody Told Me is still running through my head (Smile Like You Mean it doesn’t even need to be said. Its perfect. Oh man but then there’s also All These Things That I’ve Done. The Killers are just perfect.)

I should probably tell you somethings about me. I’m a doctor. I moved here from Manchester, UK, around a week ago to start a new job. I also volunteer at animal shelters in my spare time.

If I don’t sound like a serial killer and you’re interested, I really would love a date.

P.S. Mr. Brightside or Miss Atomic Bomb?

Richie had replied to him simply and fairly quickly (he chose Mr. Brightside.) He was heading there now, over to a restaurant downtown. He looked back down at the vinyl in his hands, just as he remembered Eddie smile and laugh awkwardly when he didn’t know what was going on. There was something about Eddie. Richie had no clue what it was, or what it made him feel, but there was definitely something there. He’s never felt this way before. Not with his friends, not with his hookups, not with Connor. It isn’t that he didn’t like it. He just had to be careful with it.

On second thought, maybe he shouldn’t leave them in the subway. He has time to bring them home first, right?

~~~

Richie walked into the restaurant, almost an hour late. By the time he had gotten home, he and Adam were already supposed to be meeting up, since the train he was previously on was going in the opposite direction. He then decided that riding his car would be faster than taking the trains, but the traffic was unbearable. He had taken a few wrong turns heading to the restaurant, too. Not that he didn’t know the place, there was a concert a few streets away that blocked some of the streets. So, exactly 53 minutes and 20 seconds late for his date, he stood there. As expected, Adam wasn’t there anymore.

Richie walked into the backseat of his car, kicking the chair in front of him. Of course, he messed up his first date in years. Fucking years. The one guy was interested in him, now gone, because he- what was he even doing? If he just dropped the two pieces of vinyl, he could’ve gotten this date and would’ve had two or more possible other ones. He wouldn’t blame Eddie for this failed date. He couldn’t. That was all on him.

At least he picked a restaurant close to the bar he was doing his show at. Richie wiped at his tears and climbed into the front of the car. Driving down a few streets, he walked up to the ‘Golden Rookie’ sign at the front of his favourite bar. Taking a deep breath, and willing himself not to puke, he jogged backstage to see Riley rolling her eyes at him.

“Failed date,” Richie smiled jogging on to the stage.

“Hello and goodnight, everybody!” he began, earning applause from a few of the regulars. "So, I checked Twitter this morning and..." he began slightly walking around the stage. He scanned the room, and there, far at the back was Eddie Kaspbrak, slightly smiling at the stage. Eddie was still in his work clothes, a suit and tie. His grin somehow both left and widened the moment they caught eyes.

When Richie got home that night, he thought that his set was the best one he’s done in a while. He wondered why.

Richie Tozier And Eddie Kaspbrak Have Breakfast Eddie wondered what that sound was. It was loud, he didn’t think it was loud for anyone else. It sounded- it sounded like if a pebble hit glass without breaking it. Weird. Eddie looked around the room, the continuous clattering waking him up. “What the fuck is that?” He muttered, walking over to the window. Richie Tozier was standing outside his window, waving at him like a maniac. “What the fuck are you doing here? Its the middle of the night, Richie!” Eddie whispered loudly (he wondered how that worked) once he opened his window.

“Its actually Tuesday morning,” Richie smiled, “C’ mere!”

Eddie rolled his eyes, “go to the front fucking door.”

He changed clothes quickly, trying not to look like he fixed up before seeing Richie. What was he doing? Its the middle of the- its Monday morning, and he's going to go with a stranger to who knows where. He's probably going insane. This was probably a dream, why would this happen if he were awake? Though, a part of him wished it wasn't a dream.

Down the stairs and out the door on to the porch, “What the fuck Richie? Its,” he looked at his phone, “its five in the morning.” He saw a guitar around Richie’s shoulders, (huge shoulders) deciding not to ask.

Richie hummed in agreement. “Yeah, we’re getting breakfast,” Richie said as he locks fingers with Eddie.

“Its five in the morning,” Eddie repeated.

“We’re getting breakfast.”

“At… five in the fucking morning?”

“Yup. There’s a nice diner somewhere here, we can walk.”

“I hope you know I think you’re crazy. The sun isn’t even up.” Richie just nodded.

The two walked to the diner together in silence. Eddie wasn’t uncomfortable, just, surprised. There was a ‘comfortable’ silence between the two, Eddie never really had that before. He was always used to the controlling words, and reminders and the arguing with Myra. He didn’t see his friends much because of work, so when they would meet up, there was never silence. And now there’s Richie, who he barely knows anything about, holding his hand at a time too early, as they walk towards a diner in a city Eddie doesn’t even live in. ‘Its nice’ he thinks, as they walk into the diner. It surprises Eddie, how much it looks like the diners in movies. But everything (and everyone- some more than others) in Los Angeles surprise him. ‘Most things surprise me’, he guesses, ‘I don’t go out much.’ But he knew better than that.

The two took their orders hands still intertwined under the table. “Why are we here?” Eddie asked, now sitting across from Richie.

“Ask that again in,” Richie looked down at his watch, “In 32 minutes, and 19 seconds.”

“Thats weird, but you aren’t going to tell me anything about that until then.”

“Right. So, lets talk about something else. How’d you like my show?”

“You like your praise. Its not that bad.”

“Just ‘not that bad’?”

“Yup, just ‘not that bad.’”

“I had a clear view of you from the stage. I didn’t know you could smile, Eds.”

“Don’t call me ‘Eds.’ Not my name.”

“Whatever you say, Spaghetti,” Richie said as Eddie rolled his eyes, “Do you have work today?”

“Actually, no. Bill and Mike are doing all I need today since I covered them a few days ago. Why?”

“Mind if I borrowed you for the rest of the day?” Richie smirked. (Eddie wanted to hate that smirk, he really did, he just couldn’t.)

“Yes. I do mind. I need a break.”

“Exactly, I’m giving you the world’s best break.”

Eddie sighed, “Please don’t. I’m scared.”

“Come on, I know you missed me.”

“I didn’t. I really didn’t.” He did. “You know what, whatever. Just- why am I here?”

“Look out the window,” Richie nodded.

“Look out the- what?” Eddie said, confused. He turned his head and, "Woah."

Eddie saw, through the trees and the buildings on the horizon, a soft sunrise. Whoever painted the sky in the early mornings, Eddie praised them. “Its pretty, right?”

“Yeah,” Eddie stuttered, looking over at Richie, who was grinning widely.

“You should see the sunset after it rains. Its beautiful,” Richie held back, ‘kinda like you’.

[windforestsso]

They do fix broxen horses.

I dont remember which breeds or the issues because Im not good with remember horse breed (My knowledge is simple “Thats a brown horse” and “That one biffy boi”) And I dont switch around my horses so I only really ride the newest one I got for a long time so I never notice things are wrong with my other horses untill I see a post mentioning it.

But I have seen post talking about issues with horses and I seen post saying *insert horse breed here* have been fixed.

SSO do fix horses, so I dont know where you got the idea they dont.

There were the issue with jorvik ponies mane that got fixed not that long time ago, there where some issue with one breeds legs that got fixed, they fixed the jumping animation with one breed. (Like I said, I dont remember the breeds...).

SSE work on a very tight schedule. Fixing the model would mean they had to redo animations and re make the coats as they wont fit the model anymore. It will sett them back with a month or so. Its not something they could do. If one thing get pushed back, other things will be pushed back and it will be difficult to get back on time again. Its not something any business wants to do if they dont have too.

They did quick fixes with the friesian horses like some smoother animations. It was what they could do on such short notice.

There is a big posibility that SSE just did what the could with the friesian and still get it into the game in time and then fix them up on the side when they have time between other projects They done it before and they would proably do it again. But it will take time.

I have seen people explaining this way better on your other posts so at this point it just seems you wont listen to people unless they agree with you. 

Its your blog so you can post whatever you want whenever you want to. Its just that when I check the ‘sso’ tag here on tumblr and sees the same person, post the same complaints and sees people time and time again try to explain the situation, well, its gets pretty annoying and frustrating quick.

The next horse will be better, its just how it works. You get better the more you do it. The person that did the jwh is very talented with making horses. But the one that did the Frisian isnt as good. But Im sure they learned from making the friesian. Their next horse would most likely be better.

Really says a lot when people like me love the friesians but like cannot find the will to ride the new ones. Like im not getting anymore even tho i need to update crescent moon but sso refuses to fix them so nvm. Yes they use to be my fav horse on sso but oh well. Everyone was right about sso never fixing broken horses. Lowkey they need to delet them and restart.

I swear if the new horse is better then the friesians ill flip.

[thejoycefordblog]

Sunroom Remodel

NOTE: This post is sponsored by Home Reserve Furniture. See disclaimer info at the bottom of this post.

Creating a pretty and cozy space that is functional for the whole family can sometimes feel like a big challenge. But, I’m here to tell you that it doesn’t have to be. When we moved into our new home I knew that I wanted the front living room to be the quiet room. I’ve always wanted a space in my home where we could go to relax, drink coffee, entertain friends.. A room without toys or a tv, can I get an Amen? But, I also want my kids to run and play, have fun and be able to be a little wild…but not too wild So when I first saw our back sunroom I knew that would be the perfect place for our family to spend the majority of our time in. The perfect family room. It’s light and bright during the day and the boys love looking out the windows and watching the birds in the yard. Since we’ve been in our new home the sunroom has gotten the least amount of attention. A sad old sofa, thats definitely seen much better days, a tv and some toys are all that occupied the space. A total blank slate, which brings me to the purpose of today’s post.

As a Mama and Homemaker one of my main priorities is to create a safe happy home for my family. I strive to be intentional with what I bring into my home, creating spaces that are both comfortable and functional. So when I heard about Home Reserve I just knew it was exactly what our Family Room/ Sunroom needed. Home Reserve is a furniture company that makes affordable, family friendly, renewable, and adaptable furniture. Furniture that is both functional, comfy, and pretty!

They have tons of fabric options and the furniture is customizable to suit your needs. For our family room I decided to go with a couch, a chair and an ottoman. The fabric I chose is a beautiful ashy gray and although it was the color that caught my eye the fact that the fabric is stain and odor resistant is what sold me!! I knew once we decided to replace the furniture it would the perfect time to update the rest of the space. So operation sunroom remodel officially began. We have big plans for this space, some of which take lots of time and money so we’ve only just begun but I wanted to share our progress with you today. The plan is to shiplap the entire room, both the walls and the vaulted ceilings and change the flooring My husband claims that’s a winter project though so for now it’s mainly just decor updates.

Along with our new furniture from Home Reserve, I replaced our very sad TV stand. It was a cheap antique piece I found on Craiglist and it’s really seen better days. I was scanning the web for weeks hoping to find an antique piece, but kept coming up empty handed. I knew I had a tight budget but I really wanted something affordable with good bones, something sturdy that would last us for years to come. I came across this beautiful media console from Pottery Barn, they were having a great sale and I knew it was the perfect piece for this space. There are drawers for our DVDs and I used baskets I already had from Marshalls for the two shelves that hide our electronics and remotes and some toys.

My goal for this room was to accentuate the views and big windows. I wanted to keep things light, airy and cozy. A place for relaxing. I think the sheer curtains,white walls and the white furniture accents really help to keep this space bright and laid back.

As you can see I tend to move and rearrange things often so pillows and throw blankets move from one seat to the next, plus I decorated for Fall a little bit in between photo shoot days, haha.

I found this amazing piano stool at my favorite local antique store. I mean look at that wood and those legs, isn’t she a beauty!? I love mixing old and new pieces in my home. It really makes a home feel collected.

An antique drying rack to display throw blankets and a quick DIY silhouette project helps to finish off this little landing. You can find the DIY project here.

We also replaced the wall sconce with this one here from Home Depot . I absolutely love it against the exposed stone.

A new lamp from Target and a quick (2) coats of paint on my husband’s Grandfather’s antique end table and this little corner is giving me all the feels now. I actually pulled the old handles off of that sad TV stand before I dropped it off at Goodwill and put them on this table. I love the dark pulls against the light paint color.

I’m sure y’all know by now I love shopping my house. We had some old wood that we had pulled out of the closets that my husband sanded down for me and then made these ah.maz.ing hexagon shelves. I grabbed my favorite brass candle sticks and amber bottles and viola, a totally free diy project! Oh and shout out to my awesome Sister In Law for letting me come take some of her fresh lavender ❤

Now since this is our family room and where we spend the majority of our time, with two small boys its obvious there are going to be toys, haha. We all know that taming toy clutter with small children is no joke. Between trains and cars, tractors and puzzles it can all be a little overwhelming. I love that my new couch, chair and ottoman from Home Reserve all have built in storage under the seats. It’s perfect for storing the boys’ toys and as for the toys that get used more often pretty storage baskets do the trick!

We’ve had our furniture for several weeks now and it’s so comfy, I love coming out to this room in the morning when everyone is still asleep to sip on my coffee. I’m so grateful for this room and how it all came together. I’d love to hear what you think about it!! Feel free to leave me some comments below! As always you can find me on Instagram @thehomemakingmomma and I’ve tagged the sources from this post below!

Blessings Friends!

❤ Bree

Sources:

Chair Sofa and Ottoman – Home Reserve

Floor Lamp – Target // Letterboard // Lamp – Target // Botanicum Book // Media Cabinet – Pottery Barn  //  Sheepskin – Amazon // Curtains – Target // Throw Blanket – Target // Wall Sconce – Home Depot // Double Wall Sconce – Home Depot // Mug – Target // Oval Frames – Walmart

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