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ofhcldens:

it’s the hauntingly familiar FLASH of golden hair that snaps his from his thoughts like a rip of thunder. his steps slow, and he waits for some faceless passerby to ambulate past him before he dares a second glance into the ironically quaint coffee shop placed in a sea of skyscrapers inhabited by the rich with nothing c l o s e to a single moral. he blinks– once– and that same hair becomes a halo spread across satin sheets, accentuated by the flush of rose lips and the heady b i t e of expensive liquor. holden knows this particular shade of gold. the brunette is forty-five minutes late to a business meeting that he never had any intention of attending, and his attendance is damned even further when the soles of his oxfords press into the patterned carpeting on the inside of the coffee shop entrance. the SCRAPE of metal when he moves the chair across from the man is unquiet in the shop, but the inferno of blue that flashes up at him does little to deter a man who’s already long damned to hell. holden leans back into the chair, arms loosely crossed as he glances pointedly at the paper. ‘you’ve been reading the same sentence for the past five minutes, figured i’d help you sound things out.’

eyes , one brown , one blue , focus in on the curve of his jaw as he speaks , then rise to study the angle of his brow. a memory interjects , an image spliced into reality -- fingers running through rich chestnut locks , sliding between glistening shoulder - blades . . .

the blonde frowns , adjusting his posture. holden looks the same as he last saw him , more or less. it’s almost eerie ; as if the past year didn’t even happen , & cass has stepped gracefully back into life as he knows it. eyebrows raised , a teasing smile graces his lips.

❝ five minutes ? sounds a bit like you’ve got an obsession , kincaid. you must have really MISSED me. ❞ he reclines , crossing his arms in front of his chest.

#ft holden #um this reply saved my family and my crops

shilohxvalentine:

UNBEKNOWNST TO HER, the girl’s entire queen bitch facade falls at the flip of a switch when she hears the taunting coldness of the voice familiar to her. almost instantly she feels like she’s going to be sick. hadn’t she gotten rid of him when he went to the looney-hut? ( at least that’s what she likes to fantasize happening to the blonde. ) the guilt drains her face of any peachy undertones that were originally flaring from anger. the fingertips are tingling from where she ran into him – god, she’d have to boil her brain to get the scent of his cologne out of her mind. his comment sends envious hues glancing around them, to be sure that no one heard his little commentary. “shut up.” she hissed, yanking the male away from sight in the lobby behind a pillar.

“i’ll have you know i’m planning a wedding – and it’s invite only.” she was hoping it would get him off her back, maybe if he thought it was hers. “what the hell are you doing back — didn’t you ruin your reputation enough? or are you coming back for seconds?”

THERE’S A FLASH OF FEAR that splashes across her face , & cass feels a ripple of satisfaction. to be completely honest , he hadn’t thought about shiloh in years -- not since that one night. sure , the aftermath had been entertaining for a week or two , but it was barely a blip on his conscience. he doesn’t even consider the whole thing a mistake -- just a typical friday.

cass allows the tiny brunette to pull him away , his languid movements incongruous with her frenetic ones. this isn’t what he’s supposed to be doing -- he’s SUPPOSED to be recovering , to be growing & moving on. this wasn’t planned ; he had no intention of stirring up any drama at all , once he returned home.

but . . . it was so damn EASY. knowing he has the upper hand , he just can’t resist pushing her. he has to know how far he can go.

behind the pillar , cass places a hand over his heart in mock injury. ❝ MY reputation ? oh , shannon , i know you don’t mean that. ❞ leaning in towards her , his tone slides closer to menacing.

❝ we both know it’s not my social standing you should be worried about. but i’m touched you care so much. ❞

#ft shiloh

hcmptonshqs-blog

♔ · ˚ . ✦ . ˚ he sauntered into the room like he owned the place and well, technically, he did. the 1920′s burlesque themed bar in the valmont hotel was the one thing about his family’s business that he actually appreciated. he walked straight to the bar, tapping the person sitting in the middle seat on the shoulder, tilting his head to the side as he waited for them to turn around. “you’re in my stool.” the valmont boy said, even though there were dozens of other stools open, however, he always liked to get what he wanted and today, he wanted the middle seat.

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THE VALMONT HOTEL , this one in particular , happens to be one of cass’ many haunts. luxurious , discreet , & conveniently owned by a friend ; it makes for the perfect spot to get completely & utterly fucked up. as a bonus , it’s also free of the many undesirables that call the upper east side their home -- the majority of whom would absolutely love to assault cassidy with questions about his recent “ VACATION ”. although he doesn’t mind ( really , he expected it , ) when jonny valmont himself appears.

because johnny doesn’t give a shit.

sure , they call themselves friends -- & certainly it’s something like friendship he feels when they’re together , the three of them ( jonathan , always the tag - along , ) out on the town & making destiny their bitch. but there’s something in his eyes , something then & now , that always makes him feel a primal pinch of fear. like a predator honing in on their PREY.

but . . . FRIENDS.

❝ what -- which stool ? ❞ cass twirls atop the plush velvet seat. ❝ not this stool. ❞

#ft johnny

glctterbitch:

| ◤° [ COFFEE SHOPS WERE never her thing — the whole atmosphere never really interested her, and kind of made her uncomfortable. nevertheless, she was craving a blueberry muffin and this shop was the closest to her apartment. as she began to walk out of the shop, muffin already half eaten, she spotted an all-too-familiar face sitting by himself and immediately pulled up a chair. “you can stop sulking and give me a hug!” she said, reaching over the table and punching him in the arm. andrea didn’t know she would miss cass so much until she couldn’t call him every time she had a problem or hear his annoyed groans when she’d talk too much.

startled , the male stares at her in wide - eyed CONFUSION -- as if he didn’t expect to see andrea anywhere near the coffee shop literally one block away from her apartment.

( as if he hadn’t been secretly hoping it would be her that found him here. )

he swallows hard , patting her outstretched hand as a strained laugh escapes his lips. her energy is revitalizing -- the sight of her face melting months of frozen gloom from his heart.

& immediately : GUILT.

andrea didn’t deserve the months of radio silence he had given her ; she was one of the few positive constants in his life , & the last thing he needed was to fuck that up , too. she didn’t deserve being kept in the dark , or the lies he was going to have to tell her.

❝ ugh , not in public -- MOM. ❞

#ft andrea

ofzully

˚ . ✦ . ˚ a valentine wedding was known to be the grandest and most expensive events of the year. so when her youngest brother popped the question to his long-term columbia university sweetheart, shiloh was ecstatic, taking upon the responsibility of coordinator-zilla. however, when she arrived at the hotel, and the place was covered in cheap daisies, she nearly lost her mind. stomping through the lobby, she didn’t think twice before shoving past someone in line with emerald hues narrowing at the desk woman. “my brother is getting married in two days, i said orchids !! and now, they’re saying that the ballroom is under going renovation ?!” her jaw tightened slightly, and as the concierge scrambles to fulfill her demands, shiloh turns on her heel and runs smack into another body. “hey! watch it!” needless to say, she’s not in a very pleasant mood.

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FOR SOME REASON , flowers make cass feel unreasonably sad. he’s not thinking about this -- as well as a host of other things -- as he twirls a wilting daisy between his fingers. leaning against the reception desk , he barely registers the dull melancholy spreading through his chest , let alone the reason why. he doesn’t hear the whirlwind of entitlement & fury wreaking havoc on the innocent concierge nearby , either , until he lies in it’s path of destruction.

❝ what’s the matter , sweetheart ? the sheets not soft enough ? you can come try out mine , if ya want. ❞ his tone is a lazy drawl with a smirk to match.

#ft shiloh

youseffs-blog

i see what you’re doin’ and it don’t make sense, but i ( a i n ’ t ) a manager — —

the music in chris’ airpods was blaring, feet crunching the leaves on the concrete as he sprinted. it was getting more difficult by the day — finding time to go out for runs. it was like planning some sort of 007 grand escape; figuring out ways around the paparazzi, around their questions, and the watchful eyes of bystanders. he just needed some me time — alone. at a stoplight, he paused, jogging in place while he waited for the light to change. only then was he able to truly take in his surroundings; the early morning, the people walking to and from their various activities, and finally — a familiar face on the opposite sidewalk. making his way toward them, he pulled out one of his earbuds, smiling a bit, “ fancy seeing you out here. ” he said quietly, “ always thought 7 am would be a little early for ya’ but then again… early birds, worms, y’know. all that. ”

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“ SECOND CHANCE , NEW YOU. ” a phrase his court - mandated & appointed counselor parroted during every one of their sessions. cass had gone through a range of emotions on the matter : nonchalant , contemptuous , furious , resentful. & then , finally , reluctant acceptance. the words now flashed through his mind at least a dozen times a day ; the first part muttered feverishly -- SECONDCHANCE SECONDCHANCE SECONDCHANCE -- under his breath in times of stress.

so , here he is : up before noon , SOBER. & exercising. or pretending to , at least -- he had gotten as far as the nearest stoplight , standing stiff in the frigid morning air , & wondering what the fuck he's doing.

a cigarette hangs from his lips , a lighter dancing at it’s end held by unsteady fingers , the target made more elusive by the words he’s mouthing ( secondchance , secondchance -- ) when a half - familiar voice breaks the pattern.

❝ -- what ? you eat WORMS ? ❞

#ft chris #um this took a long time im SORRY

cass ✉ stella

STELLA: fool me once

STELLA: which victim is this?

CASS: i prefer the term survivor actually

CASS: like "cancer survivor" or "car crash survivor"

CASS: but i guess its not really the same if cancer keeps texting you at 3 am every night for a quick fuck

#ft stella

cass ✉ stella

STELLA: some asshole stole my phone and changed everyone’s contact info to emojis

STELLA: who are you and do two eggplants emojis and a smiley face mean anything to you

STELLA: sorry

CASS: impressive

CASS: that they managed to pry it from your talons

#ft stella

PRISTINE newspapers are spread out on the table before him ; unblemished & freshly pressed. they look more like props than actual reading material , & for cass , they might as well be. his eyes are unfocused , occasionally moving from line to line , but he’s not absorbing the words so much as letting them float past like wayward balloons. it would be remarkably out of character for him to be actually reading , anyways -- & it’s not as if the coffee joint’s atmosphere is helping. the constant rattle of porcelain on wood & buzz of conversations only half - heartedly being monitored for volume is today’s soundtrack. cass bites his lip , feeling a fiery lick of ANGER inside his chest. a chiding voice : why did you even come here ?

he can’t answer -- he isn’t quite self - aware enough to realize that after nearly a year of STRESS & uncertainty , all he wants now is a little familiarity.

( even if it’s simple comfort of feeling profoundly ANNOYED. )

the chair across from him is pushed an inch ; the flame inside him jumps & escapes. cass’ eyes flick up , cold -- ❝ CAN I HELP YOU ? ❞

#its been 84 years #ueshqs:start #ueshqsstart #also ffr lets say cass has been back in the us for about a month ? and hasnt spoken to anyone #ps is this gif tinier than usual or is my vision getting worse

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#ft.andrea #my gay little HEART

☆ · ˚ . ✦ . ˚ { DOMINIC SHERWOOD, 23, HE/HIM } spotted! CASSIDY BARNES making their way down the streets of the ues. i swear, every time i hear SMOKING SECTION by ST. VINCENT, i think of them. the MALE is currently a SOCIALITE. though everyone knows them for being RESILIENT & FAITHFUL, page six says they could be ANTAGONISTIC & BULLHEADED. according to gossip girl, HE SPENT THE LAST 10 MONTHS IN PRISON IN LONDON, but that could be a rumor.