#hcneysweet

[phantombs]

"I’m remembering something. I’m remembering a saying that could’ve been ‘live fast, die young.’ Have you heard it before?” Huh? Cường gestures through the incense. Cường brews them tea. Wait here. This eccentric little shopkeep, store open despite the starlit hours, always fills his mouth quite strangely. One second in his company, and it’s like tearing back your skin, bearing every secret and every bone. Who – or maybe what – is he? “Here. For your nearing hangover,” ‘he’ suddenly says, tea scalding. Relax. It’s not sorcery to think them reckless, not when dressed like a party and smelled like drink, surely. “I thought men your age are dreaming of cars and women. Dying isn’t normally on the list, you know.”

@hcneysweet, ♡’d.

[lovetilts]

@hcneysweet​​ said ❝ i had a plan, but it’s not working. ❞  /  prompt.

beverly flips onto her back, any sort of romantic time between her and elijah is cut short by the short of aster crying, which pulls her out of bed and tugging elijah with her into the nursey. ‘ what was the plan again ? ‘ she says teasingly, picking up aster before moving to settle onto the chair they had placed next to their crib, sighing softly as she shifts her shirt downwards and aster laches on and goes quiet almost instantly; the only sounds coming from them are soft little baby noises and it has beverly smiling all the while. she gently caresses their head as they feed before glancing at elijah with a little scrunch of her nose. ‘ we can put the plan on hold for now, because i think someone is a little too hungry to let us go that easily. ‘

[tiltedstar]

@hcneysweet​ said "show me what you like."  /  prompt.

love has never felt so flustered in her life, she can feel the heat on her cheeks and she is sure that it is obviously there, a normal day of studying with elijah while her parents were out; had somehow led to this and she isn’t complaining in the slightest. but, it makes her wonder if elijah had somehow knew her feelings for him or if this had all happened on some lucky whim, after all the years that they’ve known each other. she reaches out for him, while her vision has always been a fickle thing, she doesn’t need to see when she can feel him underneath her; it’s easy to with her straddling his lap, placed there by elijah himself. 

‘ what i like ....? ‘ she questions, shyly as always, nose scrunching up in an almost bunny-like manner as she thinks for a moment. then she cups his face, so careful in how she does, before using her other hand to search for his hand; taking it in her own and guiding his hand under her blouse, swallowing hard at the feeling of his fingers slipping under the fabric. guiding his hand until it rested on one of her breasts, the only thing preventing skin-to-skin contact was her bra and something about that fact made her even more flustered. ‘ can- can you take my blouse off for me ..... please, eli ? ‘

[luvdivearch]

               it’s the first time brian’s really been home since he left for college. he’s been back to his hometown plenty of times to dig up whatever kernels of information he can about sam’s death, but he’s never stayed for long, and never told anyone that he was back. this time is different. he’s staying with his parents for a couple of weeks, and he’s already had a few shitty texts from his so-called ‘friends’ but they aren’t what he’s interested in. they aren’t what’s making him shit himself right now, either.

               he doesn’t even know if elijah still lives in the house down the street. maybe he went to college too. maybe he moved out. even if he is still there, there’s no guarantee elijah will even want to see him. it’s not like they parted on the best of terms, after all, and sam’s death had only made it worse. but he misses his old friend, and he needs to see a familiar old face that didn’t have something to do with girlfriend’s death. so, after sucking in a breath to steady himself, he lets his fist make contact with the wood of elijah’s front door.

@hcneysweet​

[phantombs]

@hcneysweet asked: "did you want to be alone?" / still accepting question prompts.

"Did you want to stop me?" It rolls smooth off his tongue, deep like honey and hickory smoked, its consonants all warm with his choice of drink: whiskey, amber-twinkled against the lights. The lampposts shimmer. They gleam and wink. They light the busy street, foodcarts queued with restless pedestrians as he takes a table fresh out of work. It’s nine p.m., the half-moon swaddling. He whirls his tumbler. He eyes them, needling. “Or are you hoping I stop you?” Cường wonders. Your loneliness... Are you?

[tiltedsun]

@hcneysweet said “ what were you thinking?! ”  /  prompt.

taemin feels like they’re in trouble, despite there being no harm in their intentions, only wanting to impress elijah; unwilling to admit how much they see him as a big brother. they swallow hard, brows drawing together as they look at their hands, fidgeting with their fingers. unable to help the way that tears begin to blur their vision, voice shaking somewhat when they speak. ‘ they were sayin’ shit about you, i- i couldn’t just let them. ‘ wiping at their nose, blood coming back on their hand and wincing at the bruise on their cheek when hand accidentally hits said area. they weren’t one to fight, evident in their injuries, their bark was always louder than their bite. tears spill down their cheeks, sniffling as they finally look up at elijah. ‘ i- i ruined things for you, didn’t i ? ‘

[tiltedsun]

@hcneysweet said “ i’ll see you soon, okay? i promise. “  /  prompt.

beverly feels more emotional about this than she feels like she should be, she knows that he will come back, there is no chance that he would leave her; he’s just going to get groceries, knowing fully well that beverly has been put on bed rest for the most part, trying to keep her from going into labor any earlier than she needs to. but we all know that, any child of elijah’s, is going to be impatient when it comes to making their grand entrance. she lets out a soft huff, eyes beginning to water as she frowns somewhat. ‘ pinky promise ? ‘ she looks at him with puppy eyes, all unintentional, as she holds her pinky out for him with her free hand; her opposite hand resting on her stomach as the baby gives her a light kick. ‘ can we video call when you get there ? i wanna still be able to see you. ‘

[lcvemaz-a]

@hcneysweet​

 “don’t kill the vibe- drink!”