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THERE IS A BOND BETWEEN US, TRUE SOUL // Through her eyes, you see yourself, skin glistening with sweat, hands bound. Ecstasy… or terror. Maybe both.

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Keychain

“C’mon, babes. These blokes were cute. Val knows them. Said they’re nice… enough,” your best friend, Poppy, made a teasing face, sticking out her tongue at you before getting serious, “How long’s it been?”

You sighed, picking at your chipped nail polish, 

“...six…”

“Six weeks!?” Poppy panicked in earnest.

“...months.”

“Six months. Are you —” she snatched your hand and dragged you to your feet, “Enough. Dry spell over.”

You found yourself arm in arm with Poppy, dodging raindrops and puddles on your way to her coworker’s flat, screaming and laughing so hard your lungs hurt, soaking in the cold downpour. There was a big party happening at her place that night. A key party. It was something she had picked up at uni. Everyone’s keys went into a bowl, and whomever’s keys you ended up with was who you went home with. 

You followed Poppy into the alley, hiding under the awning as she buzzed up. 

A crackled voice came through the grimey box,

“Yeah?”

“It’s Pops! Let us in, you slag!”

Giddy screaming came through on the speaker and you heard the door click. Up you went, trodding four flights of stairs, panting and dripping at the top. The front door was wide open and music thumped out of it. A few guests were out in the stairwell, propping the door open to a small balcony, smoking and drinking, crushing their bodies together and swaying to the beat. 

“Pops!” A pretty ginger girl with a teensy tiny triangle top under a fishnet shirt came bounding through the foyer, “Come in! Come in. Name’s Val, nice to meet ya. Give us your keys, Pops. And you, too, new girl. Look at that top!”

She pretended to grab at your breasts which, you had to admit, did look pretty killer tonight. You’d worn a black leather bra top with silver glitter all over it, and you felt like some sort of rock star. A black leather miniskirt completed the ensemble. You couldn’t stomach the heels, so you opted for your combat boots. Val looked like she was about to spill out of that tiny top, but she made it look good.

You handed over your keys, watching your little glittery Bulbasaur keychain bounce around her finger as she twirled them in circles. 

“Which bowl for you?”

“Huh?” You didn’t understand.

She pointed to each one, presenting them to you like she was hosting a game show,

“This one for if you like blokes, this one for if you like birds,” she gave Poppy a wink and tossed her keys in that bowl,  “...and this one for if you don’t care what’s going on downstairs!”

“Oh, um,” you pointed to the last one, “Don’t care either way, really.”

“Perf! Okay, let’s see what you’re drinkin’!”

You followed them through the packed flat and into the kitchen. Liquor and beer bottles littered the countertop, and the only cups left in the cabinet were coffee mugs. You watched Val pull two down and pour some sort of blue drink into each one. She handed them to you with a bright smile, 

“Better go mingle! Never know who might grab your key.”

You smiled, tight-lipped, wondering if you had just made a huge mistake or if you really would be going home with someone nice tonight. 

Either way, you mingled, chatting with a few people, trying to hear them over the noise of the music. But, even in your rock star get-up, you weren’t really the partier that Poppy was. You peeked around the apartment for an escape. The bathroom was locked and, from the sound of it, a couple wasn’t patient enough to wait on their keys to get their night started. 

You checked the next door and found the cloakroom. It was a bedroom slash office, and it was blissfully dark and quiet. You shut the door behind you, sighing with relief and then —

“Havin’ fun, yet?”

A deep, rumbling voice found you in the dark, and you froze. He was sitting in the window sill, smoking a cigar, and he put his hands up in mock-surrender,

“It’s alright, love. Just needed a bit of peace.”

“Yeah,” you said, regaining your composure and straightening your skirt nervously, “No, it’s okay. Sorry, I’ll just… go.”

“Can’t leave without your key,” he laughed, holding up your house key. Your sparkling Bulbasaur glinted in the low light from the window. 

“You… how did you?” You stepped toward him, retrieving your key from his outstretched palm. 

Now that you were closer to him, you get a better look at the man with your key. He was tall. Tall enough to dwarf you even while he was seated in the window. He had a full beard, shaved down the chin like a ship captain, or a pirate, and his eyes were the palest blue you’d ever seen. It was almost supernatural to look into them and be met with his icy stare. 

He was sharp, too. You could tell that he had a quick wit, and an even more capable body. Huge, sculpted muscles pressed through his white tee shirt, tightening the thighs of his jeans. A veritable giant of a man. But when he smiled, just as he was doing now, you felt safe despite his stature. He seemed like he meant you no harm. 

“How do you have my keys?” You asked again, watching as the white smoke billowed and curled out of his full lips, carried away by the night wind. 

“Saw you come in. Couldn’t have some other arsehole picking you first, could I?”

“First?” You stood closer to him still, staring up at him as he rose from his seat, towering over you with his body, darkening the room in shadow.

“Aye,” his hand went to your chin, raising it up as if to have a better look at you, “Bit greedy, me.”

You thought he might kiss you, but just before he leaned close enough for your lips to touch, he took another drag from his cigar, letting you smell the tobacco and licorice scent on his breath, the lingering notes of whiskey not far behind. 

“And you thought you could be greedy with me, is that right?” You whispered, unsure of why you were speaking so low, but he matched your register in his reply, purring his words at you and making your belly twist in on itself,

“I let myself hope so…” You watched as something that seemed like doubt flashed through his gaze, and a primal piece of you hated that.

“Good thing you snagged them, then,” you reassured him, letting your hands roam across his belly, circling around him and testing the waters, “Be a shame if someone else got to me first. Some… arsehole.”

“Careful, love,” he warned you, “You’re too pretty to be teasin’ a poor bloke in that fuckin’ outfit. Does things to us.”

You dragged your hand up his thigh, knowing exactly what things he was mentioning but playing dumb anyway,

“Oh? What… things?”

Quick as a snake’s strike, he snatched your wrist in his free hand and held you steady. It surprised you, and you froze from the shock of his strong grip. Then, your whole body lit up as he slowly moved your palm over to his zipper, behind which was pressed the hardest, fattest cock you’d ever felt in your life. 

“These things.”

He flicked the end of the cigar clean out of the window and grabbed you around the jaw, bringing his face down to yours to kiss you. He was smoke and fire and whiskey and sugar and something musky that could only come from a human’s tongue. His beard scruffled your skin, tickling your lip as you kissed him back. 

He pulled away, his eyes hooded from the pleasure of your kiss, and said,

“I’m John, and I am at your fuckin’ service, pretty girl.”

“Take your shirt off, John,” you nibbled on the bottom of his lip and smiled as sweetly as you could manage.

“Yes, ma’am,” he smiled back, wolfishly, and peeled his shirt off revealing his immense chest, covered in dense, soft hair. 

You kissed him again, letting your hands touch him wherever you wanted to. You felt his soft nipples harden under your touch, and you stroked the smooth skin of his ribs, tattooed with some sort of skull and shield. In the midst of your lust-filled tour of his torso, he tossed you on the bed, piled high with coats and scarves, shoving them out of the way in a knotted, tangled mess. 

He kissed his way down your body, stopping when he came to the swell of your breasts, chuckling and looking up at you. 

You were already breathing heavy, a little annoyed he’d paused in the middle of something good. 

“What?” You asked.

“You can’t be serious with these. Look,” he twisted a thick finger under the top of your bra’s cup and shoved it down, revealing your nipple as it popped free from its enclosure.

He fixed his mouth over it and began to suck. Then, he popped his lips off of you before sucking hard again, making you whine from the sensation. 

“Fuckin’ perfect. Saw you and these gorgeous tits…” 

Suck. Lick. Suck. 

“...across the whole bloody room…”

Suck. Suck. Suuuuuuuck. 

“...and I had to taste you…”

Suck. Bite. Kiss.

“…had to fuckin’ know.”

You let your fingers peel through his hair, messing up his gel, scratching his scalp, listening to him moan as he groped your breasts, hungry like a rabid dog. 

“And,” you breathed deeply, trying to compose yourself, aiming to tease him further, “Are they what you hoped for?”

He grinned, dropping one hand to unbuckle his belt. Then, you felt his steely length loll and roll against the inside of your thigh. You couldn’t help but gasp, feeling his fleshy head drool across your skin. John looked down at you then, and returned your question with one of his own,

“What do you think, love?”

With an audacity you were not expecting, he slapped his rod against you, making little popping noises on your skin, opening some sort of feral door deep within your psyche. 

“And then —” John put both of his hands underneath your hips and flipped you over, making you lay on your belly, surprising you with his incredible strength, “I saw this fuckin’ arse. Mmm.”

He raked your skirt up your legs and grabbed two huge handfuls of your cheeks, squeezing them so tightly it almost hurt. Then, he looped his thick forearm under your hips and lifted you up, making you present yourself to him lewdly. 

“Tha’s it, pretty girl. Lemme see you…” He sighed raggedly, “Oh, fuck. Look at these.”

You felt his finger slide between the gusset of your panties and your aching hole, rubbing you up and down, pretending to admire your lace thong.

“These knickers, and this perfect fuckin’ hole.”

All you could do was hang there, draped over his forearm while he bent his head to plant his mouth against your center, doing a lazy job of moving your underwear out of the way, preferring instead to just eat you through them. You felt the warm prod of his tongue as he pushed it against the fabric, writhing it skillfully to get to your insides, licking in long strokes to work your taste into his mouth. 

Your bra was still askew, letting your nipples rub against someone’s faux fur coat, and when you heard the clinking of metal sounds, you peeked over your shoulder to see John fisting his cock while he devoured you. His efforts were messy, and he drooled along your skin, not caring how much of you smeared all over his face. 

“Mmf—”

You let out a whimper, unable to hold back, feeling the pressure of your pleasure mount as he focused on your rim, laving it in deep, circular strokes, bringing you right up to the brink and guiding you back down, torturing you right on the edge of bliss. 

“Yeah? ‘S tha’ good, love?” He teased, releasing his cock to peel the thong off of you and shove his tongue deep into your hole. 

“Ungh! Fuck, fuck, fuh—”

Your whole body tensed, leaving nothing to the imagination about the orgasm he had just wrenched from you. 

“Good girl, that’s it. That’s it.” John talked you through it, speaking with his mouth full, licking you endlessly. 

Then, he flipped you back over, prowling over your body like a beast, grinding his hips into you, asking wordlessly for permission. He kissed you again, letting you taste what he had done and you sighed into his mouth, eager for more. 

You were soft for him, but you still wanted to push him. So, while he was looking down at you, pondering whether or not you’d let him go all the way, you stuck your tongue out, licking him from the bottom of his chin, over his plush lips, and up the tip of his nose.

He smiled and sat back, lazily playing with your breasts, trying to make damn sure you knew what you wanted.

“You want more, love? We can stop when you’ve had enough of me.”

You didn’t answer him. Instead you let your knees fall open, pushing your skirt up over your belly, revealing yourself fully to him. Then, you reached between your legs, past your aching hole and found the silky body of his cock. He shivered at your touch, and his hips rolled involuntarily as you began to stroke him, moving your hand back and forth, rocking your hips to add to the effect. 

“Got any protection, John?”

He dug his hands into his pocket frantically and pulled out a condom. Breaking the corner with his teeth, you watched him roll the thin layer over his dick, still eager and willing to serve you. Even though he was in the position of power, the expression on his face made you feel like you held the flog. 

“Fuck me,” he lamented, sitting back on his heels and gently playing at your soft, pliant hole reverently, “You’re the most beautiful fuckin’ thing I’ve ever seen — ungh… or felt.”

The moment his fingers touched the inside of your body, his expression changed. It was as if a new part of his mind had woken up and taken over. He was fully in your thrall. You were sure that if you had asked him to leap out of the window, he might comply. 

“C’mon,” you smiled, pulling him closer to you, kissing him softly and then as deeply as you could, breaking away to whisper, “Let me feel you.”  

He reached between your bodies and you felt the wet lick of the lubed condom tip as it teased your hole. Then, the dense, hot pressure of his cockhead. 

“Oh! You’re big,” you breathed. 

John stopped,

“You alright, love?”

You nodded, canting your hips, searching for more of his girth to drag into your waiting core. 

“Tell me,” John commanded, rocking forward a bit more, testing the waters.

“Yes, I need — god, please — I need more. Please.”

“Shh, shh. Here,” he pressed forward again, stretching you out, making your eyes widen from the new sensation, “Here I am. Here…”

He was kissing your neck and breasts, leaving little red marks behind from his strong suckling, licking and nipping at your flesh. You could barely feel it. All your body could concentrate on was the seemingly unending supply of hot, heavy dick he had at his disposal. He just kept moving forward, inch after inch. You thought, at one point, there could be none left, only to have him press just that much deeper. 

By the time his base grinded down against your pubic bone, you had tears in your eyes, and you imagined that you should be able to feel him in your throat. 

You sighed together, and he regained his balance, planting his arms beside you, elbows on each side of your face, covering you protectively. 

“...so damn big. Holy fuck,” you gasped, whispering to him. 

He nuzzled your cheek, a little sweet for how insanely lurid his sex had been, 

“You ready, love?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. 

He began the long journey back out, and then his thrusting began in earnest. He was a slow fuck, but his girth made every pass a challenge. And he always made sure to bottom out. You could tell that was when he felt the most pleasure. So, you chased him with it. His cock would reach its peak in you, making your skin burn and your eyes roll back in your head, and just as he tried to escape, you would twist your hips to follow him down, making it feel as if you were locked together, unable to pull away from your warm muscles. 

A few of those thrusts and he was breathing hard, fucking you harder, picking up his pace. Then, you opened yourself up for him, spreading your legs to allow his big body easier access to yours.

“Oh, fuckin’ hell. That’s good. You are so fuckin’ good. So good,” he praised you mindlessly, just saying words that floated through his mind. You knew it wouldn’t be much longer until he would go past the point of no return. So, you ran your hands over his body again, exploring him like you had been when you found him, swirling your fingers over his ribs and plucking softly at his nipples, kissing his neck, not caring if you left a hickey. 

He was grunting and calling for you with every thrust now, his head buried in the crook of your neck, ready to spill himself for you. 

Each strong thrust of his cock was shaking your bones, making your body want to come, twisting your muscles inside of you as a warning of what you were about to release. 

His eyes lit up, finding yours, 

“You gonna come for me, love?”

“Yeah,” you keened, pressing your forehead to his cheekbone, begging him for aid when there was nothing that could save you from being tossed into the deep end. 

“Come for me. Fuck! There! Right there, hngh —”

You saw sparks at the edge of your vision, and your whole body arched against him, reeling with wave after wave of glittering joy. His face was twisted in a snarl, and he stopped breathing, coming with you in your shared ecstasy, his cock pulsing within you through his orgasm. 

Then, he gasped, a smile painted on his face, half in soporific joy and half in disbelief. 

“Fuck…” he said, gently untangling himself from you, letting his fat dick slide out of your wet, well-used hole.

You’d never felt so empty in your whole life, and you cried out from the loss. He heard you, wrapping you up in his arms and keeping you beside him, letting you both catch your breath. 

After a while, long enough for the bass-heavy song to change, he slid out of bed and put himself back together. Just when you thought he would be on his merry way, he took your hand in his and kissed you with more affection than you ever expected. He told you,

“C’mon, love. Grab your keys. I don’t do one-night stands.”

“Oh?” You smiled, pressing your keychain back into his open palm, “You want more?”

“Told you I was greedy.”

[kindestofkings]

nepobaby² [pt.2]

elijah hewson x pop singer! reader

description: people hate to see a hot girl killing it, so much so that tmz starts rumours that spread like wildfire.

authors note: heyy this is a random part two to this ! so go enjoy and tell me what you think :))

tmz

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tmz 🚨 Scandal Alert 🚨 TMZ exclusive: Shocking photos reveal yourusername caught in a steamy affair with a Saltburn's heartthrob Barry Keoghan, despite being in a relationship of over 3 years! 😱💔

Stay tuned as we uncover all the juicy details behind this explosive cheating scandal.

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inhalerfan1 omg what a slut! always knew she was no good for Eli

inhalerfan2 she's so fame hungry going after the most popular irish celeb, watch out paul mescal

ynfan1 nooooo girl nooooo

ynfanupdates

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ynfanupdates ehhhh guys did you see all this?? yn and eli were spotted together like a week ago what the hell is going on??

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ynfan1 I refuse to believe this is true, she's not like that

inhalerfan2 oh and you know her so well do you? ynfan1 maybe not but I do know tmz have lied in the past! they have no journalistic integrity

ynfan2 she must of really REALLY enjoyed saltburn

inhalerfan1 I will never listen to her again disgusting behaviour

deuxmoi

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deuxmoi just hours after the news broke that his girlfriend of 3 years is cheating on him, elijah hewson is the picture of heartbroken at his show and their interviews :(

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inhalerfan1 omg baby, #ynisoverparty

inhalerfan2 this is crazy, how could she do this to him while they're touring !

ynfan1 we don't even know if the rumours are true!! inhalerfan1 evidence is pretty stacked against your girl

inhalerfan3 can't wait for the single Eli era !!

yourusername just posted on their close friends!

this is hell there was 6 other people at that dinner and we got in separate cars home

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bobbyskeetz yeah didn't think you fucked with barry like that

↳ ...... bobbyskeetz too soon? yeah just a bit man

taylorswift they are ruthless! please call me gorgeous, you're not alone in this xx

trumanblack are you in LA right now?

↳ I am yeah why does that matter rn matthew trumanblack just wanted to make sure I booked the flight to the right place. ↳ matttttt I'm gonna cry (even more)

ynfanupdates

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ynfanupdates THIS IS NOT THE FACE OF A CHEATER. Also look how in love those two are !!! I dont not believe tmz on bit. ALSO people are being so mean to her. LEAVE HER ALONE!!!

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ynfan1 couldn’t said it better myself

ynfan2 people hate to see a hot girl slay.

tmz

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tmz big brother to the rescue ? looks like the Healy siblings are sticking together through thick and thin. our cameras caught the eldest Healy sibling rushing to the states to support his little sister amidst her massive cheating scandal! 👀

looks like getting cancelled runs in the family huh...

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1975fan1 oh he looks pissed

ynfan1 omg the poor girl she looks in bits 💔

inhalerfan1 consequences of her actions ynfan2 WE DONT EVEN KNOW IF ITS TRUE NONE OF THEM HAVE COME OUT AND SAID ANYTHING inhalerfan1 you are clearly unhinged babe xxx

inhalerfan1 great job playing the victim girl, what about eli x

elijahhewson

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elijahhewson stop making shit up to sell you papers. this is the love of my life who was at a group dinner, leave her be.

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bobbyskeetz ready to go to war for my favourite couple

ryanmcmahon_15 me too !

inhalerfan1 holy shit eli's is off private oh my GOD

inhalerfan2 it’s happening! everyone stay calm

trumanblack fair play mate

denisewelch its all so silly, clearly haven't seen how in love you two are !!

taylorswift glad to see her smiling again <3

ynfan1 I KNEW IT my parents could never .

ynfanupdates hope she's okay people were so mean to her..

yourusername

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yourusername please learn to be nicer while I disappear x

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ynfanupdates

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ynfanupdates it’s officially been a year and a half since we’ve heard anything from or even seen yourusername 🥲 I really respect her taking some time after that crazy barry situation but this is HARD

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ynfan1 noo I’m the same, I do be missing her bops

ynfan2 fr feels like we’ve been put in the worlds longest time out

ynfanupdates especially with that last insta post 😔

yourusername posted to their close friends!

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charli_xcx yessss queen the world is not readyyyy

↳ AHHH thank you C <33

rass75 AOTY pending?

↳ heheh idk ! genre change pending tho …

taylorswift cannot wait to hear what you're working on !

↳ and what if you hopped on a track?

yourusername

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yourusername is there anyone out there?

come spend some time with me within the echoes of solitude, there might be some familiar faces x

// this is me trying  / the lakes / mad woman / my tears ricochet / mirrorball / slut! (feat. Taylor Swift) / let the light in (feat. Elijah Hewson) / both sides now (feat. Joni Mitchell) / coney island (feat. Matty Healy) //

out in TWO weeks !

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jackantonoff lets fuckin GO

trumanblack so moody, almost emo?

yourusername coming for your gig big bro x

gabriette woooo they are not ready !

charlixcx AHHHH so buzzed (for all the sadness)

ynfan2 ah a sad album?? yourusername im sorry to confirm its not very pop 💔 ynfan2 so heartbroken ! but can't wait to hear it all, welcome back <3

elijahhewson so proud of you beautiful

ynfan1 OMG SHE'S BACK

ynfan2 oh no she looks so sad :(( slut! is gonna break me

ynfanupdates okay queen is back to dominate a new genre !

vogue

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vogue our next edition unveils an exclusive interview with our beloved pop sensation! emerging from a year of solitude, she opens up about her toughest career moment yet and her newfound carefree spirit, crediting the unwavering support of friends, family, and the love of her life! don't miss out on the latest scoop - grab your copy and dive into her inspiring journey!

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yourusername ahhhhh thanks for having me !!!

ynfan1 oh she slayss

ynfan2 bless her, the part where she talks about how nervous she is about not releasing a new pop album broke my heart

ynfan1 fr she doesn't get how much we love her ! yourusername AWH you guys !!!!

inhalerfan1 the love of her life .... her and eli are the cutest

yourusername

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yourusername HI again ! soooo I felt a tinnie bit bad that I'm abandoning my roots, espically so close to summer sooo....

espresso a certified bop* is out now xxxx

*certification is from my boyfriend so possible bias there ..

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ynfan1 holy shit I LOVE YOU

ynfan2 eli is so in love im OBSESSED

charlixcx so hot omfg

bobbyskeetz man is whipped

yourusername isnt it that sweet?! bobbyskeetz i guess so 🙄 elijahhewson espresso

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hehehe this is so dramatic and for WHAt?! but I love and had so much fun making it. ENJOY <33

ALSO requests are open aswell so it me up xx

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Polaroids: Chris Redfield x Fem!Reader (NSFW)

Oh babe, you've been with me a long time. That's like 6-ish years I think

Thanks for sticking around ;)

Contains: Detailed polaroids of boudoir shots, male masturbation, phone sex(?), dirty talk/degration

His brawny shoulders slumped as he was finally able to take a real breath for the first time in over a week. He had just freshly showered with hot water for the first time in such time, it felt almost euphoric to get all of the caked-up sweat and grime and dried blood off of him. Now dressed in clean clothes, Chris stalked back into cozy bedroom of the hotel. It was a shock to him that the B.S.A.A. forked over money for something like a hotel, but he wasn’t complaining. Cracking his neck for some relief, his tired steely-blue eyes scanned the room as he walked up to the locked patio door. He carefully opened it and slipped outside, his skin prickling from how cold the air had gotten as his exhales clouded in front of him.

He needed to relax.

His hand reached into his front pocket and felt around for the carton of cigarettes before fishing the damn thing out. His other hand reached into its respective pocket and produced the fancy metal flip lighter you had gotten for him as an on-the-whim gift a couple of weeks ago. He noticed that the cigarette carton was lighter than he remembered, he was just hoping it wasn’t empty as he leaned up against the metal railing of the patio.

Flipping open the top of the carton, Chris originally sneered at the sight of an empty cigarette carton only to notice that it wasn’t in fact empty, but filled with something other than tobacco.

Retreating back inside from the biting cold, he got a good look at what was inside thanks to the light illuminating from the bedside lamp.

His cigarette carton was nearly packed full of some thick-looking paper. There was no room left in the carton for him to slide his thumb in and take them all out, but he did manage to snag at the paper with his nails and pull them all out at once. The empty carton fell to the carpeted floor as Chris turned over the multiple pieces of paper which had turned out to be polaroids.

The heavy flip lighter fell from his hand and clattered against the carpet at what he saw when he turned them over in his hands.

His jaw unhinged a bit, his eyes wide, his blood suddenly boiling hot inside of his veins.

He shuffled through the polaroids like they were a deck of cards.

They were all of you.

They were all of you looking sinful as hell.

Chris sat down at the foot of the bed, legs spread as he stared at the polaroids one by one.

You looked absolutely divine in all of them, like you had been ripped straight from an adult magazine. He couldn’t help the slight tremble in his hands as he looked them over one by one.

The one he had first saw was of you in a loose black satin robe that was long enough to cover the curve of your ass. Your back to the camera, head turned, eyes peeking over your shoulder and right into the lens at the flash. You had garters strapped to your hidden waist, black silky bands stretching down the length of your legs to cling to black cotton knee-high socks that hugged every curve your legs had to offer.

The next was of you on your shared bed, the sheets rumpled up slightly beneath you. Your robe was gone, showing off the navy blue little number you had on underneath it. A deep blue babydoll dress was just see-through enough for him to make out the curves of your hips and waist. Your breasts were cupped by dual pads that pushed them together, a little golden bow right between the cups as you purposefully let the straps sag on your shoulders. Your hands were messing with the hem of the dress, small gold accents were stitched into the near-opaque body. You still had on the garters and thigh-highs as you sat on the bed facing the camera. Your face was painted, eyeshadow smoky and lips a deep matte wine color.

Chris felt his dick throb in his pants, drums of life stirring up the shaft.

He flipped the card to the back of the line, eyes lighting up at the next one. You were on your knees in a completely different set of lingerie. It was a bra and panty set that was ruby red. Your breasts were pushed together, the panties you wore hugged your hips and waist oh-so fucking well. It left so little to Chris’ imagination. You were on your knees on the bed, one hand was holding a compact open and the other was attempting to clean up your lipstick. The glossy red looked as though it had been kissed off, red smudged against your chin. He wanted to feel those lips wrapped around his throbbing dick so fucking badly. He wanted you to leave lipstick rings around his dick up to where you could take him before you gagged and pulled away.

The next was of you standing again with your back to the camera. You were bent over the vanity dresser in your room. Fuck, the angle you had your back at and the way your ass was just right there begging to be spanked had Chris pawing himself through his tight sleep pants. You were facing a mirror and the polaroid camera caught the reflection perfectly. You wore an olive green corset with a darker-colored thong and no bra. Instead, you had positioned your arm to be right under your breasts, hiding your nipples while also pushing your breasts together. Your other hand was swiping on dark lipstick across your pouted lips. Your eyes looked right into the camera through the reflection in the mirror, almost like you were staring right at Chris.

The next was of you completely naked but your body was slightly obscured by the sheet you had protecting your sensitive areas from view of the camera. You were on your knees again, fully facing the camera. One of your hands was holding the sheet up to your breasts, palm open and pressed flat against your tits to push them together for support as much as possible. One of your legs had not been tangled in the sheets, instead, it was out in front of your person, bent at the knee to show off the delicate curves of your body. Chris cursed to himself, his mind begging to feel your thighs wrapped around him as he fucked you mercilessly into that fucking bed. Your hair was tousled as though you just had sex, your eyes dazed on purpose and your makeup had been painted on naturally.

The last one was his breaking point.

You were wearing nothing but his old S.T.A.R.S. jacket. Nothing. You were completely naked sitting on the bed, one leg crossed over the other to hide your cunt from his greedy eyes. Your hair was touseled, your makeup was light with only eyeliner and a dee and nude lipstick. You had the jacket on in just a way that it barely covered your breasts but made sure to cover your nipples. He noticed that you were also wearing his old dog tags as well, the cold silver nesting comfortably between your breasts.

He couldn’t take it anymore.

As he looked at the last polaroid again, he saw that you had drawn a little arrow in the bottom corner pointing to the other side. ‘Call me when you see these’ you wrote on the back.

Chris stood up quickly, ignoring the swirling of his mind and marched over to his phone on the nightstand before he sat back down. He tossed the other five polaroids onto the nightstand and kept the one of you in his S.T.A.R.S. jacket in his big mitt as he tapped your name on his phone to call you. The phone only rang twice before you picked up.

“Hey handsome,” you purred.

You knew. You fucking knew why he was calling.

You fucking devil.

“(Y/n),” Chris grunted into the phone.

He was pawing himself, squeezing his clothed cock in his hand as he nestled the phone between his jaw and shoulder.

“Did you see the little surprises I left for you?”

He could hear rustling in the background. You were in bed, he could hear the tv on in the background at a low volume.

“I did- fuck- I saw ‘em. You looked hot as hell, baby girl.”

“I’m glad you like them.”

His mind was foggy from lust. His brain was going one million miles a minute. His dick was practically controlling his thoughts.

“What’re wearing right now?” he growled into his phone.

His hands snatched at the waistband of his sleep pants and boxers, peeling them both down until his heaty dick sprung out, nearly hitting his chiseled stomach. He squeezed himself at first, gritting his teeth as he felt a pressure tingle right behind his belly button.

“Mmm, just one of your shirts and a pair of shorts, the one you like, the one that you can see my ass poking out,” you hummed. Chris could just see you now, in a shirt that swallows you and a pair of shorts just waiting to give him a surprise should you bend over. “It’s pretty cold here, though. I may put on a jacket.”

Chris groaned, his hand giving his cock a good few pumps before he reeled his hand back to spit into his palm. He heard you laugh softly and sultry before you moaned. Were you also masturbating?

“You don’t know what you do to me,” Chris growled.

“I have an idea, Captain.” Chris’ head nearly smacked into the wall at just the way you called him. His mouth opened as a deep moan pushed through his chest, his hand quickened its pace against his dick. “Was that your favorite one of me? In your old S.T.A.R.S. jacket, just me naked?” He let out a pathetic whine, eyes squeezing shut as his chest grew heavy. “What were thinking when you saw that?” you spurred him on.

“I’m gonna ruin you when I get home tomorrow night,” he snarled, his cock twitching in his hand. His head had leaked precum, his thumb massaging his slit as he grit his teeth and moaned again. “I’m gonna fuck you into the mattress, make you choke you on my dick- ah! Fuck~”

His chest seized as he felt his climax beating his nerves senseless.

“Oh, I look forward to that, Captain Redfield.”

[heartfullofleeches]

Currently obsessed and head over heels for Rosebud can I request a scenario of reader being tasked to clean up some litter and trash that was thrown around and landed near/on Rosebud during opening hours? I can just imagine Rosebud and their babies being so happy at the reader gently picking away all the filthy trash that landed in their vines

Rosebud has all my love rn I could talk to them for hours-

"Settle down, babes. I'm trying my best."

The roses whimper and shake in their filth ridden state, cowering in their bush as their caretaker attempts to free them of the clutter. Rosebud would've cried if able as they pulled a drink cup off one of their buds, the poor flower's petals crushed and drenched in its contents. They have no choice but to pluck it and end its misery as it hangs awkwardly on its stem.

"I'm sorry, little one."

Rosebud utters a sob to match the Rose's as they crush it in their palm. They shrink back into the comfort of the statue, unable to work more at the time. Those damn mortal brats. They'd find a way out of here and stick them full of thorns. Who's bright idea was it to bring an entire bus of teenagers to a museum after they had just gone to a movie? Humanity really was a blight on the world.

Most of it anyway.

"Hello?"

The roses' distressed warbles turn to weak, happy chirps at the voice. Rosebud peaks from its petals to see you standing there with a bucket full of cleaning supplies and wash rag in hand. Your sad look both crushes and lifts their thorny spirits.

"Rosetta? Is that you? Have you come to help us?"

"Well, it's my task for the night, but I would've come anyway." You kneel before the bush, hushing the frightened bouquet. Some snap at you, but with a gentle pat and comforting words they quiet down. You then get to work. Armoring your hands with gloves as you pull wrappers from the bush, gently scolding the roses that attempt to eat the mess. They work to the best of their capabilities to help you out. Moving before asked, licking the minor cuts you gain.

About an hour down, and you've finished with the bush itself. You stand and rinse the wash cloth before taking it to the stains on the statue itself. Rosebud watches you silently for the most part, cracking a joke that they never expected such intimacy so early in your relationship when you're almost done. Dropping the dirty rag in the bucket, you step back to let them enjoy their freedom. The roses quickly rise to attention, barking loudly as Rosebud clasps their hands together.

"Oh thank you ever so much, Rosetta. Our savior, and gallant knight of the garden. Come close so that we may give you your dues."

You return to your orginal spot and are instantly ambushed in praise. The roses nip and rub against whatever surface they can reach as Rosebud's vines wrap around your torso and pull you into the fray. One bud unhinges its jaws wide, only to carefully take your finger into its mouth and course its tongue over your skin. You start to laugh at their tickling kisses. Rosebud hooks the flat area of their arms around your neck as it brings you into a hug.

"Ah, music to our ears. I can see why the others want to keep you, but I will let you decide your place. Only rid the world of those who try to steal you away."

"What was that?"

"Nothing, Rosetta. Just let us protect you from the world and take all your troubles away for the time being."

[sokkigarden]

I saw the Phil Dunster reads thirst tweets video and now! I’m thinking about PR adjacent SO watching Jamie read thirst tweets!!!

THIS. like i’m imagining being there w him and WATCHING LIVE as he reads them. you’re mostly there to make sure he doesn’t say anything too unhinged but you also are burning with curiosity about what the production team picked. you would by lying if you said you hadn’t looked through jamie tartt thirst pages (and maybe partook in writing a few tweets as well)

getting a little blushy because someone mentions he’s got a great ass and he kinda gives you a side eye and smug look off camera because you’d mentioned how much you like his butt last night.

he takes a break for the crew to readjust lighting and makeup and you say “babe you don’t need to keep commenting on the grammar that’s how everyone types” he replies “EVERYONE?”

or he’s reading a compliment on the new blond hair and he goes “actually it’s walnut mist but thank you” with a triumphant smirk bc he knows people have been talking shit about it too lol

and then watching the final product on youtube and wondering which they cut or kept. you’re at the kitchen counter watching the video casually and jamie sneaks up behind you to catch you in the act and ends up watching it together.

at one point he’s reading a tweet on screen like “jamie acting like a cocky prick on the field and sticking his tongue out… send tweet,” jamie chuckles while watching and says he almost thought that was something you wrote

and your eyes get wide and he’s like “you did not!” but yeah. you did. you definitely posted a thirst tweet about your own bf.

[chickenpizza420]

What if the reader made jonathon jealous on purpose, like they were being affectionate with someone else how would he react to that? also I really like your writing <3

I definitely picture y/n being affectionate to someone else in front of him purposely to get him off their back but it only makes things worse

TW: slight non//con

It drives him insane when he sees you two together but he’ll never confront you guys upfront, he wants to keep his job and not seem even weirder at work.

He will get that guy out of the picture. Guaranteed. He will get them fired and force you two to get out of contact.

He will definitely freak out on you and it will scare you. Lots of yelling from him. “Who is that guy!?” He will yell at you if it seems like you two are alone even if it’s in a public area, like work or he corners you outside. I mean he will be unhinged, wide eyed yelling and gripping your shoulders. He will make you feel tiny under his gaze.

“What about us!?” Especially if there was no “us”.

He will beg for forgiveness afterwards. “I’m- I’m so sorry babe! … I was just angry with you! Please forgive me…” he will hug you against your will until you pat him on the back and tell him you forgive him.

He will mark you in subtle ways. Like he will hold you down and give you hickeys right at collar level just so that it’s peeking out slightly.

He can’t trust you anymore, once he finds out you’re going out somewhere (he always will) he will be there. It’s awkward 90% of the time because he will always he hovering over you making sure no other guys talk to you.

Going somewhere noisy isn’t really his thing so he’s also overstimulated and looks clearly uncomfortable and definitely clinging onto you harder because of it.

He’s gone from feeling you up your limbs to straight up groping you in public to show you the power he has over you, but it’s weird like he’s honking your boob or ass really quick.

He will “misplace” things with his name clearly on it on your desk so people will see. He will also take things that clearly belong to you and display them on his.

If people ask him if you guys are dating he always says yes, even if they ask in front of you. If you protest he will make sure that you can’t get a word in.

Any male colleagues at your job refuse to work with you because inconveniences always happen with you there and you’re “bad luck”.

Now when he kisses you it’s not just a peck on the lips. He always has to stick his tongue in your mouth and make out with you. He’s really bad at making out at first and you have to teach him how to.

You will never be able to be with anyone with him around.

[hughesmedicine]

birthday | t. zegras

trevor zegras x hughes reader

timeline might be a little wonky but oh well this took way too long 🫡

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ynhughes: happy birthday to my favorite swiftie( and duck but don’t tell jamie) I love you so much and tonight we get fucken lit!( respectfully since you have a game tomorrow)🤭 but thank you for being my best friend and lover for so many years and I wouldn’t change it for the world and I don’t regret hitting you with my hockey stick when we met!❤️

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trevorzegras: babe we were like 2 when you hit me with the stick😭

ynhughes: yeah so?

trevorzegras: I don’t understand you sometimes

jamie.drysdale: something we share in common

ynhughes: okay but jack understands me all the time

jamie.drysdale: he only understands you because he acts the same way😭

ynhughes: he’s just real for that

jackhughes: yep!

trevorzegras: thank you, I love you so much and I’m so glad you hit me with the stick( even though it hurt)❤️

ynhughes: had to knock some sense into you as a kid sorry

_alextorcotte: happy birthday bud, we’ll party after my game!!

ynhughes: MONDAY SHOTS WOO @/jackhughes you coming??

jackhughes: sorry I have a game tomorrow or I would

ynhughes: boo you should skip it!

nicohischier: if he skips it we’re fighting

ynhughes: square up sir🫵

trevorzegras: don’t listen to her, she’s already drunk

jackhughes: I won’t be skipping but good luck z and happy birthday!!

trevorzegras: thanks man I love you!🧡

colecaufield: okay but I’ll be there soon so take the alcohol away and happy birthday z!

ynhughes: take the alcohol away and someone looses a finger.

jamie.drysdale: I value my fingers so not it

trevorzegras: same I need them for some things

ynhughes: I can name those things

_quinnhughes: trevor for the sake of her brothers eyes, please take her phone away.

trevorzegras: on it

lhughes_06: happy birthday trevor, we’ll celebrate together when summer comes around!

ynhughes: nuh uh stay away from the alcohol moosey, it’s not good for you🫡

lhughes_06: says the one who’s drunk.

ynhughes: I’m old enough to drink!

lhughes_06: mkay time to tell mom about all the other shit you did when you weren’t!

ynhughes: @/dylanduke25 tackle him for me and tie him up if he tries to call mom

dylanduke25: god he’s fast but I got him

ynhughes: thank you!

jamie.drysdale: also I refuse to believe he’s your favorite duck.

ynhughes: you know I had to lie to protect his feelings!

trevorzegras: hey!

ynhughes: oops sorry!

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jackhughes: happy birthday z!

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colecaufield: still wondering where my birthday post is

jackhughes: keep wondering

colecaulfield: @ynhughes he’s being mean again!

ynhughes: rowdy don’t be rude!

jackhughes: I don’t like that you guys are friends.

ynhughes: good🤭

trevorzegras: thank you bro!🥹🧡 we need to take more pictures soon!

jackhughes: summer needs to hurry

trevorzegras: for once I’ll agree with you!

jackhughes: you should agree with me all the time

trevorzegras: nah I’m good

jackhughes: okay rude!

trevorzegras: it’s not rude at all considering who your sister is and how you two act

ynhughes: don’t bring me into this!

jackhughes: ^

_quinnhughes: happy birthday trevor!! can’t wait till we play together again and I win!

ynhughes: you win?

trevorzegras: HA but thanks man! but I’ll be winning sorry (I’m not sorry)

_quinnhughes: gosh I hate you guys.

ynhughes: love you more quinner

trevorzegras: ^

elblue6: happy birthday trevor!! I hope you love the gift I sent you!❤️

trevorzegras: I did love it!! Thank you momma el🧡

ynhughes: you should’ve used unhinged photos of him😐

trevorzegras: I’m actually glad he didn’t

ynhughes: so what your saying is that you hate when I use them??

trevorzegras: stop putting words in my mouth.

_alexturcotte: unhinged photos of z are the best!

ynhughes: see alex gets it!!

trevorzegras: yeah yeah.

[mari-lair]

can you give us some more ideas on what the dynamic of NatsuKane is? because I am fully willing to give this ship some content 👀

what does the goof do about the stressed bf?

how do they show affection? is it like an aromantic or easthetic romantic relationship? WHAT DO THE STRESSY AND GOOF BF DO???

HOW THEY NICE TOO EACH OTHER???

IS THE GOOF ALSO BULLIED BY HIS STRESS BF??😭

(context not needed but you can see me lose my mind over this ship HERE)

Gladly! Thank you for giving me an excuse to write more about the silly simps! :D 

Both are the “I will die for you” type of idiot, but only Akane is the “I will kill for you” type of menace. Many people have gotten a baseball bat in the head, way too many people. Natsu learned to hold Akane up like a feral cat when someone triggers his more violent side, ruffling his head when he calms down and turning Akane’s rage into embarrassment.

Natsuhiko never stops being a flirt but he starts going “sorry kittens, I’m already taken~” when he chats with cute girls.

They show affection at every opportunity they get, in any way they can, the levels of lovesick in this relationship is off the chart.  They consistently exchange good morning and good night messages. Their wallpaper are couple pictures, Akane used a goofy selfie of them with matching cat ears, in love with how happy Natsu looks in it, and Natsuhiko still has the one from their first date, melting over how fond Akane looks in it.

They tried out pet names too! Akane mostly stuck with Natsu and ‘darling’, while Natsuhiko tested so many, from ‘babe’ to ‘kitten’ to ‘sweet prince’ and ‘cupcake’, Akane find it amusing but he is more than willing to elbow Natsuhiko in the ribs if he tries calling him ‘hot stuff’ or anything too embarrassing. In the end, Natsu mostly sticks with “Akane-chan” and “My prince”

They are very touchy, 90% of the time Natsuhiko is the one that starts. He is Clingy with a capital C, shameless throwing his arm on Akane’s shoulder, holding his waist, nuzzling the top of his head, kissing his hands. It takes some time for Akane to get used to it (He punched Natsu on reflex the first time he grabbed his waist. Akane was mortified with himself), but once he's comfortable he just chuckles at his attics or wordlessly leans in the touch.

Everyone is vaguely intimidated by their lovey-dovey vibes.

Natsuhiko knows Akane is weak for his puppy eyes, so he’ll abuse his power whenever he can, always using it to drag Akane away from work and into karaoke dates, or convince Akane to silly play dance dance revolution songs with him. The reverse also works, though Akane is way too prideful to use his puppy eyes, not that he need to, Natsu melts if Akane kisses his cheek and uses a soft voice.

They are very dramatic, Akane is determined to excel at everything so he can skip a grade and be in the same class as Natsuhiko. The goof is so touched, he joins Akane in his study sessions (He is determined to study with Akane till the end, but Akane is unhinged when it comes to studies and Natsu gets tired after 1 hour, just lazily playing with Akane's hair or giving him water & snacks to help)

They watch romantic movies together and Natsu always cries. If is a good wholesome romance with a happy ending, Akane tears up too. They are a mess.

Surprisingly, Akane doesn't bully Natsuhiko. If he is mean to him, is usually because he is too stressed: He'll wank Natsu's hair when he is too tired to vibe with his dumbest pickup lines. He'll throws things at Natsu and literally kick him out of his room when the goof gets too distracting and he has deadlines fastly approaching. He'll steal his food if he's in a hurry... But it’s rare.

[b0rtney]

More fic questions because you have really cool fic ideas: Can you please elaborate on the JYL Brings a Large Stick au and the Dark!Lwj crack au. I’m just really curious about how those would go down-

Ok so JYL Bis Stick AU is based on a super vivid dream I had and basically bc jzx is alive, he is like “babe?? Walking onto a battlefield alone without weapons??? BAD plan” so he goes with her and also gives her a sword or somn (in the dream it was literally just a comically large stick, but a sheathed sword might be more realistic) so they go out there and jyl tryna calm her brothers down and jzx is protecting his wife but someone does manage to get thru and tries to x_x her but she just SMACKS them over the head w a big stick and it doesn’t kill them but they fall over and go “oh holy shit this is clearly a civilian?? Whoops my b” so she lives and then manages to successfully calm her bros down and everyone calms down and so wwx and the wens are taken into custody and it’s like really just a prison in name they kinda just chillin in (the newly rebuilt) lotus pier and lwj builds WWX a pretty garden at the end for them to take care of together so wwx can see how he’s still useful even if ~~mundane~~

Dark!LWJ au is just bc I love a very specific trope and haven’t found it in MDZS fics yet. So basically. Wwx goes missing, and lwj assumes the worst and goes “u know what?? These fucking sect rules have NEVER helped me or anyone I love. Fuck the rules. I hate the rules” and since the cultivation world is Currently At War w the wens that comes out as him doing shit like Slicing ppls heads off w spiritual cords, or forcing entire groups of wen soldiers off the cliffs of the burial mounds (after he finds out they did it to WWX) and really inhumane shit. He might invent chemicals of war just to break more rules. But then WWX comes back from the burial mounds and he’s like Ready For His Edgelord Era but jc and lwj find him and lwj is like *heart eyes* ofc but jc just hugs him angrily, says “thank fuck ur back, this guy is ur problem now” and shoves lwj at him and WWX is like guys?? R we forgetting the demonic cultivation thing??? And jc is like “lwj committed 13 crimes against humanity LAST WEEK ALONE, demonic cultivation is the LEAST of my worries rn as long as ur using protection idc” and so from there it’s similar to og plot where WWX is protecting the wens but this time lwj says “fuck the sect” and goes w him and WWX continually has to remind him “no bro, we can’t just kill everyone that touches the perimeter— and we can’t chain them to trees and let them starve to death either that’s weird why would u suggest that— I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE THE UNHINGED ONE UGH!!” and eventually lxc is so worried abt his brother that he negotiates w wwx for the lan to take in the dafanwen as long as lwj comes back home and chills out a bit and wwx manages to sell that to lwj so they do and everyone lives and mostly it’s just funny

[r0yalgrimmartz]

Personal headcanon involving ocs because I base a lot of Kore and Hanae's friendship loosely on my friendships (one I've been close friends with for 4 now nearly 5 years) just with the sheer unhingeness I ponder on.

💖 Kore and Hanae will quote off the show 'H20 Just Add Water' primarily scream it across their dorm upon seeing each other. Example:

"Oh naur, the condensation! EMMA!!"

"Oh naur Cleo!!"

Fuck off its funny to me- But Kore had eventually sat Jaden down with her to watch the show. Now all three of them quote the show with its bizzare moments.

[MORE SHIT BELOW]

💖 If GX were set a decade later, they'd totally share tiktok edits of their current fictional crushes and be hardcore simping. Would say the most out of pocket things about said fictional crush like "I wanna get him pregnant" and the other is like "girlie valid". Possible they might make tiktok edits as well?? Deffo have saved edits on their phones.

💖 Will both absolutely stay up at ridiculous dumbass hours of the morning just to watch reruns of shows that they used to watch and sit for the entirety throughout ALL seasons. Example, The Walking Dead (ik that's not early 2000's but shush if it was set a decade later- ), they'd deffo watch all seasons up until a certain season and will make comments like "...Daryl Dixon? Rick Grimmes? Would." "Saaaame."

💖 Hanae actually started out not being interest in knowing Kore, but one day Kore noticed something Hanae liked that she also liked and pretty much was "omg you like that show too?? Who's your favourite??" And it developed since into unhingeness.

💖 Both just practice dueling with one another a lot, mainly so Kore can help Hanae build up her confidence when dueling. She always reassures Hanae that she's doing good, and shouldn't be harsh on herself.

💖 Due to Hanae's unfortunate living situation, Kore had devised some plan to help Hanae save up as much money as possible in their dorm room together, mainly for Hanae to get a head start once she graduates from Duel Academy. Since Hanae doesn't want to end up living back with her uncle, so that way Hanae doesn't opt for going homeless instead.

💖 If one of them is being hit on and they are not comfortable, the other will go to the other and be like "you alright babe this guy bothering you??" And literally sit in their lap. Kore does this with Hanae a lot. If Hanae is getting the odd creep, Kore will go to Hanae and be like "Sorry baby girl I'm back is this asshole pestering you??" And nine times out of ten it works. Unless they have one odd weirdo that's into it. Then Kore proceeds to break their nose.

💖 Hanae somewhat has trouble sharing her friendship with Kore, since to Hanae, Kore is like the only friend she's ever had. One who genuinely cares about her. Over the course of the first season, Hanae learns to accept that Kore can have other friends and is not obligated to stick to one friend. Of course, Hanae also starts to gain a few friends with the help of Kore.

💖 Since Hanae HATES and I mean fucking LOATHES Aster's guts when he makes an appearance in season 2, Kore will try to calm Hanae or hold Hanae back a lot from kicking the shit out of Aster. Eventually, Hanae does kick him in the dick. Kore is proud but carrying off Hanae as we speak.

💖 Hanae is chill with the friends Kore has. She accepts that she's friends with Jaden. But Chazz? CHAZZ. Hanae would tempt to sacrifice him if he dared entered Kore's dorm room. Even though Chazz is begrudgingly Kore's friend, he's more concerned as to why Hanae is concocting some witch style hex on him.

💖 Both have attempted to cook together. Once. They tried to make cookies. Kitchen was set on fire. They are banned from the girl's ra yellow kitchen.

💖 Kore has joked before that the two of them should start a podcast, as a joke ofc...If they actually did? A swat team would be surrounding the dorm and FBI would be bulldozing the door down.

💖 Both have had emotional break downs together in their dorm rooms on a few occasions during the early hours of the morning. Both are not okay, but they think they are.

💖 Are absolutely good friends with Miyu (other oc). However, Miyu acts like the mom or older sister while she has both Hanae and Kore on child harnesses. They aren't to be trusted.

Idk why this came over me I'm slowly delving into wanting to scream and rip the carpets off the floor. Anyway take this shit as how you please-

[honeycombstrawberry]

hi!!! can i be 🦦 anon if that’s not taken? :•))) i have a mr adrian chase question! how do you think he’d be at disney? i cannot decide if he’d be in his element and eat every snack until he feels sick and go on all the rides or if it might just be a little bit overwhelming for him. i think he’d secretly enjoy a good disney movie every now and then, but i cant decide on his opinion on the parks. i hope you’re having a good day! :•))

whew this is such a unique question (you otter 🦦 know i love shit like this) i really do i love it and i'm tragically halfway a disney simp. like i know the corp can be bad and we acknowledge this and also there's no ethical consumption under capitalism and i like going to disney world. it all can be true. anyways okay let's do this

adrian chase at disney headcanon thread!!

he absolutely enjoys disney movies now and then. when disney+ exists he sits down for a couple weeks and watches literally everything on the platform. my hyperfixating king

when he gets to go to disney with you he's absolutely out of his mind excited. he never got to go before because it was so far away and he couldn't really go to either one, so the two of you go to whichever one is your favorite

i really do think at first he would be in his element. he's a thrill seeker so i can see him going on all the most batshit rides but also he's a weirdo who loves a good story so he'd probably go on pretty much anything just to see what it's like

he's also the king of winging it at disney which is absolutely atrocious. he doesn't understand why you need to use apps and make reservations. it's all beyond him

he absolutely also eats every snack until he gets sick that's part of the experience. it's potentially completely bewildering but you watch him nearly pass out in a trash can before he's telling you he wants to go on another ride and you literally have to sit him down and say babe drink water this is unhinged

i think he might also be possibly too excited and/or try to do too much because he's built this experience up in his head for so long and he'd end up overwhelming himself. at which point you need to remind him that it's okay if he's hit capacity for the day and maybe the two of you go back to wherever you're staying and you find a hot tub or you stay in your room and just stroke his hair and let him relax in a calm quiet space where you can help him recharge and get back to himself so he's ready to have a hoot again tomorrow

overall headcanons i have are that he might want to make this a family trip? in that he might want all the 11th street kids to go even if he sometimes wants to spend time with just you. the idea of going on rides with all of them or all watching the fireworks together is just irresistible.

also he loves getting little souvenirs. you both end up with ears. it's cute as shit. he gets photos from the rides that he thinks end up looking funny. he holds your hand the entire time you're at the park. he insists on putting you on his shoulders for the parades even though you are two entire adults and you are heckling him for it the entire time and everybody makes you stand in the back. he sticks you in a stroller at one point and you fall asleep in there and he just falls asleep on a bench next to you for a while to power nap and recharge. also you drink around the world at epcot and possibly go insane.

okay i could go literally forever with disney headcanons and if i'm not stopped i will so feel free to ask me more or to elaborate or also to share more ideas that you have!!!! i love this so much!!!!!!!!

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[chasingpj]

[𝟔:𝟎𝟑𝐩𝐦]

"Trust the process? My hair is orange!"

pairing: percy jackson x gn reader

warnings: other than below-average writing, none

words: 903

category: timestamp, slice of life

You and Percy went to CVS for two things: snacks and drinks. How did you end up in the hair care aisle? You weren't sure. But while you were looking around, Percy reminded you that he wanted to dye his hair blue, and soon you were trudging out of the store with not just chips, candy, and soda but also with 30 volume developer, bleach, and blue hair dye.

“Y/N!”

The sight of Percy’s panicked face, his jaw unhinged, the little crease on his forehead deep from how hard he was furrowing his eyebrows made you burst into a fit of laughter. The sound echos off the bathroom walls, and you're sure Sally could hear you from across the apartment.

“Babe! Y-you have to trust the process!” You choke out, your eyes tearing up as he snaps his gaze over to you.

“Trust the process? My hair is orange!”

“NO! No, no!" You sniffle as he glares at you. "I mean, yes, your hair is orange, but it's okay! Your hair is really dark, Perce! It’s going through different shades of brown. I just need to get it a little lighter, and then I can dye it blue!”

Percy's eyes scan your face, mouth slightly agape in disbelief, “I… I don’t trust this process.”

“Percy! I am qualified; sit down!”

“Qualified?! By who?!”

“Youtube University!”

He groans as he plops down in the chair, his shoulders slouched. You snort, his face settled in an angry pout, making him look like a big toddler.

“I’m gonna have to shave all my hair off, aren’t I?” His voice muffled as his hands rub his face.

“I’m quite offended by your lack of faith in me. May I remind you that this was your idea?” You scoff as you get the bleach ready for his second round.

"I am starting to regret this," Percy mumbles as he looks over at what you were doing. You shrug,

"I think you'd look really cute bald. You have a nice head shape!"

You smile, feeling his stare on you as you mix the bleach and developer. "You can get a close shave too! Your head would be shiny, and you'll look like a boiled egg. You'd look so cute!" You whine, your hands rest on the sides of his face, and you squish his cheeks, his corners of his lips meeting like a fish.

"You'd think I'd look cute with a bald head?" He manages to say with your restricting hold on his face. You smile, leaning in and pecking his lips before freeing his cheeks.

"With a shiny bald head."

"Then let me bleach your hair, and we can have shiny bald heads together," he challenges, and you press your lips together as you stand behind him, meeting his eyes in the reflection of the mirror.

"Um, I'd rather you have a shiny bald head by yourself," you mutter. Your confession receives a laugh from Percy's mouth, and you couldn't help but smile, the sound like music to your ears.

"Enough bald talk, you're not gonna go bald regardless! I just have to bleach it one more time. It'll be great, I promise!" You extend your arm, sticking your pinky out for him. From the flatness of his face, you can tell he wasn't too confident, but he raises his hand, wrapping his pinky around yours anyway.

☆’.･.･:★:･.･.’☆

"Time for the big reveal!" You announce, hands cupping the sides of your mouth as if you're in front of an audience. After rinsing the hair dye out of his hair, you refused to let him see it, taking him into his room to blow dry it. You were quiet while styling his hair, not giving him a reaction which made him even more nervous. The only thing he knew is that he still has hair on his head, and at this point, that's all he can ask for.

"Are you ready?" You ask, bouncing in your spot.

"Ready as I'll ever be," Percy says weakly, shifting on his feet as he stands in front of the mirror with a towel draped over his head. You bite your lip, stomping excitedly before lifting it off in one swift motion.

"Tada!" You shout, presenting his hair with jazz hands, amused at the shock on Percy's face. His hands fly up to run his fingers through his hair as if to double-check if it was secure on his head. Twirling one of his locks between his fingers, he leans into the mirror, really digesting that he now has blue hair. It takes a moment, a range of emotion flashing over his face before he grins widely.

"Wait, this actually looks really good!"

"I know!"

"How did you-?"

"I told you I was qualified," you joke, and Percy laughs, turning toward you. His arms wrap around your body before leaning in to pepper kisses all over your face. Between the short pecks that tickle your skin, he mutters something along the lines of "thank you for not frying my hair" as he pulls you closer the more you giggle and squirm in his arms. Finally, he presses a kiss on the tip of your nose before resting his forehead against yours.

"You should really consider dying your hair blue," Percy suggests as you wrap your arms around his neck. You hum softly,

"I definitely would prefer having matching blue hair over matching bald heads." A short laugh comes from his lips as he nuzzles his face into your neck.

"So you'll do it?" You smile as he leaves a kiss on your neck.

"I'll think about it," you tease, definitely down for it, but it wouldn't happen tonight. Percy frowns in a silent protest as you pull away from him and you playfully roll your eyes before grabbing his hand,

"Come on! Let's show your mom!"

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[slasherscream]

A/N: shout-out to that one anon on bloodybrahms’ blog forever ago where they were like ginger fitzgerald x jennifer check x jd x reader. their mind?? i haven’t known peace since seeing the concept. 

coincidentally, you as well, will never know a moment of peace again. 

your relationship is overflowing with chaos. you can’t let your guard down for even a second because that’s the exact moment one of your partners will choose to strike and do some absolute bullshit™. it is imperative that you never take your eyes off them or leave any of them on their own. 

if you cannot stay with them at all times at least take care to make sure you never leave all three of them alone together. nothing good has ever come from you doing this.

you act as the impulse control for all three of your partners. they straight up don’t know how to act without you around. 

let’s talk about the chaotic dynamics and features of this relationship, shall we-

○ ginger and jennifer ....where to start. they dislike each other so much, both on the fundamental levels of their personalities and also as supernatural entities. werewolves and demons aren’t like…. natural enemies or anything but they can be Genuine Threats™ to one another so their hackles are always a little raised around each other.

○ that aside, jennifer is the exact type of girl ginger hated in high-school. she took one glance at jennifer and said "what a fucking vapid wanna-be barbie looking slut" and she hasn't changed her mind since. 

○ meanwhile, jennifer thinks ginger is just.... beneath her. she wouldn't have hated a girl like ginger back in high-school because she never would've fucking noticed her. once she is forced to acknowledge ginger as a sentient, living being due to your poly relationship she's just.... aggravated by her. if jennifer had to put into words what she doesn't like about the other girl it would be how fucking judgmental she is. absolutely rich coming from jennifer of all people but she's serious! you're gonna sit here.... and hate her.... because she's popular and sexy?? are you fucking twelve?? you mangy, pathetic, edgy, "i only listen to evanescence" ass bitch (and she means the bitch part literally.)

at best their relationship could MAYBE wind up like that exchange from jumanji: welcome to the jungle:

Professor Shelly Oberon : Seriously, I can't even open my mouth around you. You don't even know me, but you, like, decided you hate me.

Ruby Roundhouse : Look, I just think you live in, like, the "hot popular girl" bubble, you know, where everybody either treats you like a princess or like an object. Maybe it makes you a little self-absorbed or something?

Professor Shelly Oberon : That's fair. But do you think that maybe the reason why you are so judgy is because you are like afraid that people are not gonna like you, so you've decided not to like them first? I'm just saying, you're a babe, go with it.

but realistically they will never have a conversation this open and honest. they'll stick to bickering and being catty, thank you very much. occasionally they are so catty that they start literally fighting and yes, your house will get destroyed every time some shit pops off between them. please have everything insured. 

○ funnily enough they both like/love jd!! off the bat they both find him incredibly attractive. jennifer saw him and said "yummy.com, much?" ginger did not say anything but watched him like a hungry....well, wolf. honestly though looks weren't enough to keep either of them interested in someone when they were plain human and un-traumatized       let alone now. in fact, considering that jennifer is a succubus her finding jd hot only put him in danger adjkl.

○ lucky for him he was surprisingly resistant to her physical charm/succubus powers/allure when she first approached him, planning to make him her next meal. while she totally took his disinterest as a challenge because uhm?? are you fucking blind?? i'm a fucking buffet?? all i serve is looks?? it also made her respect him quite a bit. jennifer takes very few people seriously. her respecting someone so soon after meeting them is actually a way bigger deal than her liking them. 

○ jd takes some time to warm up to jennifer but not as much as you'd think? while he might roll his eyes at her popular, mean girl shtick he's very observant and sees that there's more to jennifer than meets the eye.

○ the fact that he doesn't immediately hop into her bed just because she sticks her chest out gives him enough time to see beneath her surface and surprises her enough that she let's him. there are plenty of things he likes about her. he admires the way she can just...bend the world to her will. when she wants something she gets it, no matter what. he loves that?? she's very dynamic and bold. excitement either follows her or she chases after it. and unlike a lot of charismatic or popular people jennifer lacks the one trait jd absolutely can't stand       being fake. jennifer doesn't hide the fact that she's a stone cold bitch. she always says exactly what she means or what's on her mind. overall jennifer is an addicting personality to have around and even jd falls for her charm eventually.

○ jennifer won't say it but realizing jd actually cares about her and likes her as a person is what makes her fall, you know       because she's a fucking narcissist... just kidding. it catches her off guard for someone to fall for her because of who she is and not what she looks like. it makes her vulnerable for just long enough that she sees all the things that are good about jd and BOOM, she's in love. now she's got two mates and one annoying hang around whom she also has sex with because she's not hideous (her mate, ginger is also her mate, she just likes ginger less than she likes the two of you.)

○ ginger loves jd's intensity. they're pretty much ' same hat! ' relationship wise.

ginger: men are fucking worthless jd: *walks around fucking unhinged* ginger: ....one man allowed 

○ she genuinely loves his personality and he genuinely loves hers right on back. they're kind of just...mirrors of each other in a lot of ways but there's just enough difference between them that they don't piss each other off. other than their tempers they get along really well because they think the same way?? have the same ideas?? want to do the same things?? kill the same people?? you know bonding shit. they're kind of perfect together? they completely understand one another. they are probably the most like-minded of the whole relationship, not the closest, but they think pretty much the exact same shit, i cannot emphasize this enough. they can make eye contact and know exactly what the other is thinking and they love that. lowkey best friends. highkey you cannot let them go on dates alone. 

○ where do you fit in here? uhm you're the glue and stability of this relationship. sure they all love or begrudgingly (and secretly) like each other but you're like.... gravity. essential and holding the world together, keeping everything balanced. you were probably the start of the relationship to begin with. they all knew you and were growing to love you separately and then each realized they had competition but while they were trying to fight each other off they just sorta...got used to one another. and none of them were willing to give you up so it's lucky they decided to share or it would've been a fucking bloodbath to put it lightly. none of them have self control or boundaries. to get what they want they'd all go ridiculously far... i don't know what's farther than murder but they'd do it. 

○ they all depend on you emotionally, honestly. you're their closest friend, the person they can be vulnerable with, someone they trust to take care of them in the way that matters most. they love you because you make them all feel....human (even jd who is the only actual human besides you. but you get the point.)

sometimes they get jealous of each other, which is ridiculous, because you're almost always together as a group. you do occasionally go off in pairs or to separate outings/activities/dates but generally?? you're all together. it's typically more like-

ginger: you've been hanging off y/n all fucking day, jennifer! they barely fucking smell like me anymore. jennifer: what's so bad about that? you smell fucking disgusting- jd: *grabs ginger around the waist before she can jump across the kitchen counter and beat jen's ass*

however!! there isn't as much inter-group jealously as you'd believe! they actually enjoy having a relationship involving four people.

it feels very secure to them? first off they all feel better in regards to you. they don't worry so much about anything happening to you because you have three over-protective partners who would die and kill for you. they also don't worry about you leaving them because you're so.... you. unlike other, unnamed people they so desperately clung to in the past they know you're not going anywhere. they feel secure enough in their connection with you to be as codependent as possible :)))

(also.... you couldn't leave if you tried lmao. get away from one of them? sure       maybe. get away from all three?? *cue clown music* they'd use ginger as a hunting hound and track you by scent alone.)

the four person relationship feels incredible to ginger because it satisfies her need to have a pack? she'd only ever had her sister before and you know how....close, they were. having more than one, single person to be emotionally attached to/invested in really helps center ginger? it also makes it easier to be in a relationship with her? she can be very intense and focused and she puts a lot of energy into her relationship. having that focus and intensity spread out amongst multiple partners is great for her and for them. 

jennifer only ever really felt connected to one person, needy. losing her was....a lot. she never thought she'd be close to anyone again let alone to three people. she can't stand the mutt sometimes but she loves you and jd!! and she loves being loved. not lusted after. not admired. not envied. loved, genuinely loved. she may be a demon, she might not have a soul anymore, but she does have a heart, and every day she's with the three of you it feels a little less broken. 

since the..."untimely" death of jd's mother (and arguably, even while she was still alive) he's never had any roots. no solid connection. no one to belong to or with. before you, ginger, and jennifer he was just...drifting. when you three came into his life it was like hearing a sudden gunshot in the middle of a calm forest. it was electrifying, and maybe even a little scary. he went from having absolutely nothing to having everything, all at once. for the first time in a long time he has something to be grateful for. he would do anything for the three of you. he'd burn the world to the ground just to see you three smile.  

jd goes on several motorcycle rides a week because while you guys have like two cars...he keeps his motorcycle because jennifer, ginger and you think it's hot and none of you are very practical. he must treat all of you to the delight that is the wind flowing through your hair while you're on the back of his bike. jennifer doesn't like helmet hair but she likes the sexiness factor. ginger likes that it's dangerous so jd always speeds when he's with her, you're not sure how they don't get arrested?? 

date nights are such a nightmare because you guys are all very opinionated?? and particular. you and jd are probably the most easy-going but that doesn't really help because jennifer and ginger are always going to be picky about what you guys wind up doing and they'll say no to whatever the other suggests just on principal. just for their own amusement. 

ginger, jennifer and jd are so over-protective of you. you're such a delicate little human?? how have you been surviving without them?? you need them to take care of you. 

sometimes you'll be like "why the fuck aren't you two stifling jd? he's a human too!!" and they're like "no he's different" which is such bullshit but also like....jd is fucking unhinged. he can take care of himself. you are their baby. 

ginger and jennifer are forever arguing about who is going to transform you and jd. you would think they’d at least agree that one of you is gonna get turned into a demon and one will become a werewolf, at least for the sake of balance, but they literally can’t even agree on THAT let alone which supernatural creature you or jd will wind up as. you two have minimal input in this choice sorry :/ this is werewolf and succubus beef. humans be silent.

you staying human isn't a choice because humans are weak and die so quickly. unacceptable?? ginger is gonna live a long ass time and jennifer is probably immortal. they are not winding up stuck with each other just because you and jd thought you could escape them in death?? fuck you. 

ginger needs all three of you to smell like her. yes, even jennifer. but mostly you and jd as you're her two humans and Preferred Mates. jennifer can smell her scent on you all but she doesn't need to smell it?? it's not instinctual?? meanwhile it straight up gives ginger anxiety when you guys don't smell like her. it's just part of werewolf mating. honestly while ginger smells different from humans she doesn't smell like dog, jennifer just likes to say that to piss her off. if she did smell like dog jennifer wouldn't touch her and would gripe any time she touched you or jd. 

cuddling is such a fucking nightmare. you guys have the biggest couch in the world and it's still a fucking ordeal. every two person couple activity is fucking ordeal for local poly couple.

it's a debate every time about who's going to sit where or who's going to hold who. oh jennifer likes to sit on the armrest? cool. except she wants to cuddle with you, but you want to sit in the middle today, and jd wants his arms around you, but ginger is laying in his lap and refuses to move cause he was riding on his bike too long today and stopped smelling like her so she'll bite him if he moves. 

your life is literally that "man has to get a fox, a chicken, and a sack of corn across a river." riddle i'm so fucking sorry for you.

jennifer likes to buy you and jd clothes. she stopped bothering getting stuff for ginger because the mutt is always so ungrateful of jennifer's taste in clothing. to be fair jennifer only buys a few things that are a bit out of you or jd's comfort range, she tends to buy things that will make you look hot but that you'd also get for yourself. 

jd goes shopping with her because he doesn't like leaving any of his partners alone for long. like he doesn't enjoy it he's also not going to bitch about it like other "dutiful" boyfriends who are left holding a few shopping bags and purses. you can't go out with your girlfriend and hold her shit for her for a couple hours?? can't give her a few minimal responses on whether something looks good or bad??? fuck you. also stop looking at his girlfriend before he pulls out his gun. 

they all encourage the worst of each others possessiveness. not only because being around each other makes it feel normal because they all agree this is a perfectly healthy amount of possessiveness but also because they all think of being possessive as something romantic. you know they love you because they'll rip apart anyone who looks at you for two long!!! 

when you wake up in the morning it's chaos. someone's hair is always in someone's mouth and ginger is a very wild sleeper. especially as it gets closer to the full moon. one of you will wind up on the floor even though you have two king mattresses pushed together. jennifer is one second away from tying ginger up before the four of you go to bed. 

you don't really have to worry much about ginger's transformation?? like she won't hurt you and jd during it because she knows that you two are her mates, she's pretty docile around you two (for a werewolf). she knows that jennifer is her...something so she doesn't try to hurt her but she's also not gonna roll over and show her belly.

if anything does go wrong like ginger gets out/away from you all or out of control jennifer can get her back or put her in check no problem. werewolf cuts/bites don't hurt more than any other type of gnarly injury so jennifer is fine with doing it.

that's one of the ways you can tell jennifer gives a shit about ginger actually. even when ginger will fight her viciously when she's a werewolf jennifer mostly just does things to restrain her, not to hurt her. you'd never point that out though because just to prove she's not soft jennifer might break one of ginger's ribs or some shit next time.

the big concern is making sure ginger doesn't get hurt or caught. jd and jen don't care if she hurts anyone else frankly adjkl. to try and keep ginger running off to a minimum (because it's very hard to keep a werewolf somewhere it doesn't want to be) right before a turn jennifer will bring her own.... food, back to the house and her and ginger will kill them together?? it satiates some of the blood-lust and makes the transformations easier. 

all three of these bastards will try and kiss you or fuck you while you're covered in blood and it's a nightmare!! somehow one of them is always covered in blood!! even if jd wasn't directly involved in a killing he will come home covered in blood because he made out or had sex with one of the girls while they were covered in blood. he thinks they're beautiful when they're blood thirsty :)))

none of them are great at emotions but all three of them together almost make one-functional human being!! and they are all, to their credit, aware of the fact that they aren't great with feelings so they are already naturally over-compensating to make sure they're always taking care of all your needs. 

you: on the phone with a friend complaining about your day, minding your own business the three of them: *manifest from nowhere because their "you having human contact that isn't them" sense was tingling ginger: *snatches your phone and hangs up on your friend* jennifer: *sits in your lap* jd: *wraps an arm around you* why don't you tell us about your day, darling?

a well-oiled machine anyone?

no friends!!! only them!! you are a pack!! you are mates!! you're a family!!! fuck anyone else. 

[piratefalls]

A McDanno rec list for a new friend. (These are also authors I enjoy, so consider this a blanket rec list.)

The Bareknuckle Poet by pleasebekidding

After a serious accident left Steve temporarily wheelchair-bound, working towards his recovery, he enrolled at Rutgers for a year. He met Danny Williams in his criminology course, wearing pride pins and chipped black nail polish, so sure of himself that Steve found it breathtaking. What happened next redefined Steve's sense of self, his ambitions, and many of his priorities.

Tax Benefits by renecdote

“Everyone already assumes we’re married so maybe we should just...” Danny gestures broadly with his beer. He’s maybe a little bit… Not drunk, but definitely tipsy.

“For the tax benefits.”

Danny gives him an aggravated look. “Yes, Steven, for the tax benefits.”

Danny (jokingly) suggests they should get married. Steve takes him seriously.

ua kaha aku la ka nalu o kuu aina (the surf has pressed upon my land) by icoulddothisallday, TetrodotoxinB

Steve knows, he learned, how a man behaves. He can play his part. Danny, who is a good man and great father, looks nothing like what Steve was taught. Reconciling the two means giving up everything he's clung too for the last two decades, and there's nothing about it that's easy.

*potentially triggery AF (deals with effects of conversion therapy) but beautifully rendered

the art of leaving and saying goodbye by Verasteine

2007 is the year Danny learns that choice can be the worst kind of heartbreak. AU.

*warning for infidelity (not mcdanno)

in jest by apathyinreverie

“No, babe,” Danny shakes his head with a grin. “If the apocalypse were to go down while I’m elsewhere for some godforsaken reason, then you stay put and I’m coming to wherever you are.” His grin widens. “And I expect you to have cleared any aliens or zombies or whatever else might be messing with us off the island and to have set up a nice, comfortable military dictatorship for us to rule over by the time I get back.”

It’s a joke.

Of course it’s a joke.

Until it isn’t.

(A the-day-after-tomorrow-style apocalypse AU, where the world decides to end right when Danny is visiting one of the other islands with Grace. Because, of course, it does.)

not just friendship (romance too) by earthquakedream

Steve's gone and gotten himself a boyfriend. Danny's not sure what worse: the fact that he's stupidly jealous or that he actually likes the guy.

All I Ever Wanted (It Comes with a Price) by leviarty

Steve gets shot. Again. Danny is not okay.

* warning: a young grace shoots someone to protect both herself and a gravely injured steve

After All Our Troubles, We Have This by Banshi13

"I'm ending this," McGarrett muttered after a few moments of silence. "I'm not coming back until Wo Fat is in the ground. I'll dig his own grave and bury him myself if I have to, but my father is dead, my mother is running all over the world in hiding, my sister and I were uprooted from our lives, and now he's got Danny locked somewhere in a basement in the middle of Japan." He looked both Chin and Kono in the eye, deadly resolve in his eyes. "This ends. Now. This is the absolute last time that man interferes with my life and my family."

The Other Guy by haldoor

Danny tells Steve what he thinks is a funny story from when he attended Grace's school play. Steve doesn't think it's so funny; in fact, it makes him jealous.

Strapped by stellarmeadow

Steve's determined Danny's going to be prepared next time.

Warm to the Touch by veronicaluv

Danny didn't think twice about going to North Korea to find Steve. He just didn't know everything would go to hell when they got back.

Me and my heart (We got issues) by SquaresAreNotCircles

“I’m in love with you, Steve,” Danny says. He does it softly, quietly, laying the words into the darkness of Steve’s backyard like they’re something breakable, something to be tiptoed around. “I thought you should know.”

Steve’s heart jumps. It rams against his ribcage so hard it’s going to leave bruises. So hard he startles awake, and he almost yells before he realizes he’s outside because he fell asleep in one of the garden chairs in his backyard again.

how to be gay for your best friend in ten easy steps by commatme

See, the thing is that Danny doesn’t really do gay sex, what with being straight and all, but when Steve says I love you he sounds so earnest he makes Danny want to consider it. Which is crazy, right? He’s pretty sure that’s crazy, or at least a little unhinged.

It’s Not So Easy Caving In by paradis

The one where Danny used to be a heroin addict.

blame it on the ocean view by carryokee

Danny gives in, freaks out, and comes to his senses.

So Have I Loved You by Brumeier

In which Grace has a surprise for Steve's birthday and there's not a dry eye in the house.

take it back to a couple years yesterday by itsrosencrantz

Danny really, really doesn't want to go to his twenty year high school reunion.

Steve decides they're going anyway, and Danny takes it about as well as you'd expect.

View From The Shipwreck by flowerfan

Danny Williams isn’t in a great place – he’s a reluctant transplant to Oahu and an outsider at HPD. Former Navy SEAL Steve McGarrett isn’t doing much better, having suffered a career ending injury. When Danny’s young daughter Grace wanders into Steve’s bar after getting lost on a school field trip, Danny is drawn to Steve, somewhat against his better judgement – he’s got enough on his plate. He’s not exactly sure what Steve sees in him. As they spend more time together, Danny learns how Steve’s injury has changed his life in many ways, but not the most important ones. As one thing leads to another, Danny realizes that things might be looking up after all.

True North by lavvyan

“Tell you what, my dad’s throwing his annual Christmas Ball on Saturday. It’s not a trip to Aspen or anything, but it is nice. Fancy food and everything. You guys should come!”

On the trail of a suspected war criminal, Steve and Danny have to go undercover at a fancy ball. The sacrifices they make for the job.

Oh, and Steve's pining like the taiga. Nothing new there.

outside the lines by withoutwords

“I’m Detective Williams.” Danny says, not trying too hard to keep it smug free. “This is my partner, Detective Mackenzie.”

Ken Doll keeps his arms up, his eyes flickering between them all as if he's only seeing police for the first time. “Good cover,” he tells Danny, and it sets Danny’s teeth on edge.

“This is the part where you say sorry for assaulting a police detective, for compromising an investigation, and for acting like a complete asshole while doing it,” Danny growls, about to change his mind and cuff the guy himself.

“Sorry, Officer.”

The bastard is still grinning.

Boys Like Me, We Try Too Hard by romanticallyinept

Steve's always wound so fucking tight.

And Danny's worried about him. Legitimately worried about him. Because maybe Steve always lays into the perps a little hard, and maybe he follows his own rules and his own morals and doesn't stop to sleep unless his body's actually shutting down around him, but usually, Steve's okay at the end of the day. Usually, Steve's not leaning against the wall of the alley they're in, eyes closed and shaking, with the perp he'd cuffed a minute earlier lying on the ground and crying about his broken nose.

Steve keeps a secret, and Danny does his best to patch him back up when it comes to light.

Transformative by boxparade

“You know, I’d heard you’d changed a lot after high school, but I’ve gotta admit, this is a little weird.”

* trans (FTM) Danny

All the Way by VictoriaAGrey

Danny has lost count of how many times he and Steve have used the sexual tension between them for undercover work, only for it to be bottled away after the op is over. With Saint Michael as his witness, that ends tonight.

Nocturne in C# Minor (featuring Stevie Ray Vaughn) by minor_demimonde

So, to recap, Danny has beautiful eyes, great shoulders, a pleasantly-shaped butt, a delectable mouth, expressive hands, and he smells good.

You know, Steve has gone to bed with women who didn’t have that much going for them.

seen it in the flight of birds by Siria

AU from the beginning of Season 2. The Five-0 task force has been reinstated, but the new governor's determined to shake things up. Facing changes and unexpected betrayals, the team has to work together to face new challenges.

It Ain’t Me Babe (Nah), It Ain’t Me You’re Looking For (Babe) by tourdefierce

A story in which Danny makes lists and can't find his heterosexuality underneath all his homogay, Steve has a lot of faces, Kono is perfect in every way and Chin continues to keep Hawaii safe from the Five-O's general disfunction—Or, a story about Kono being awesome and how she likes her men with hearts in their eyes for each other.

Ratios, Decimals, and Percentages by fuchs

In which Steve takes an internet quiz and slowly loses his mind. Danny's okay with it.

Let’s Dance Like We Used To by AndreaLyn

There isn't a world in which Danny wouldn't go after Grace. So when Rachel moves the family to California, Danny goes with. Steve gets left to process life without Danny.

Gunfire, Rainfall, and Beach Erosion by thegrrrl2002

Steve and Danny are kidnapped. After which there is too much swimming and too much rain and it's all very romantic. If you are Steve, that is.

Moving In (To Every Single Aspect of Danny’s Life, Including the Boring Bits like Dry-Cleaning by westgirl

It felt wrong for Steve to sound unsure of his place in Danny’s life. His place in Danny’s life was at Danny’s side, driving him slowly insane. Steve should feel secure about that.

Always Known What I Wanted To Be by mickeysixx

Grace Williams has always wanted to be a cop.

The Taper Phase by popfly

It’s like being run over by an armored car, like the impact of gunshot to tac vest. The pride Danny feels for his daughter and something else, something about Steve’s tank top sticking to his stomach, the way his shorts stretch across his thighs. The goofy grin that lights up Steve’s face when he sees Danny and Charlie, waving one hand while he nudges Grace with the other.

Pitching Woo by SBG

In which Danny pitches (and then accidentally catches) woo.

clue: four letters, ‘is a many splendored thing’ by armillarysphere

“Crosswords? What are you, sixty?”

“They stimulate brain activity, Danno. You ought to try it sometime.”

Steve doesn’t even look up from his newspaper, half-chewed pen resting at the corner of his mouth in an entirely too distracting way.

That’s Not Just Friendship, That’s Romance by thismuchmore

Danny and Steve start out accidentally dating each other, and it turns into something more.

it’s not what you’re sure of (it’s what you don’t know) by somehowunbroken

Art thief Steve McGarrett and his team come up against FBI Special Agent Danny Williams, and things spin wildly out of control from there.

Same Deep Water by JiM, kalena

This isn't the first lifetime Danny's been in Hawaii. When the stress ratchets up, the dreams get more and more real. Turns out Danny has some unfinished business . . . with Steve.

Warning: Ambien use may lower inhibitions in a wakeful state.

Curiosity Didn’t Kill This Cat by unadrift

"I'm confused," Rachel says. "Are you two dating or not?"

Danny sighs. "You remember that thing with the cat in the box? The one that's both dead and alive?"

"Schroedinger's cat?"  

"It's kind of like that."

"Okay," Rachel says. She clearly has no idea what he's talking about.

2727 Piikoi Street by imaginary_iby

The ways in which Danny makes himself at home by Steve's side, and the family he gains as the years go by. (Featuring Steve in Timberland boots and little else, and happy goofs who like to make out against the front door).

All The Earth Awaits Thee by Portrait_of_a_Fool

Steve knows all about war and willpower, but this is still the hardest battle he’s ever had to fight.

* warning: life threatening illness, no MCD

The Vertical Challenge by AlamoGirl80

Five times Danny thinks about his height, and then realizes that being "not-tall" doesn't really suck at all.

Some Things to Think About When You Decide to Be an Asshole by sutlers

Steve gets high and tries to fuck Danny; things devolve from there.

Inked by thehoyden

Of course Steve is enjoying himself. They're bait for a serial killer who has some sort of serious hangup about tattooing loved ones' names on their skin -- of course Steve thinks this is practically like a vacation, but better, because the chances of collateral damage are higher.

This Thing Of Ours (It Needs a Better Name) by leupagus

Cosa Nostra: (kō'sə nō'strə) etym: Italian n. The branch of the Mafia operating in the United States. Literally, "our thing" or "this thing of ours."

Ho’oponopono by ember_firedrake

Groundhog Day AU. Danny finds himself trapped in the same day over and over again.

Swim for Brighter Days by zarah5

Danny kisses Steve late on a Tuesday, early on a Wednesday. Steve punches him. (Set vaguely post-finale, so spoilers for that.)

All My Guards Away by sheafrotherdon

Tag to episode 1x18, with all the heartache that implies. Now with bonus fixes. With thanks to dogeared for all her suggestions and edits.

Let’s Take it from the Top by pterawaters

Steve goes along with the bachelor-party-in-Vegas, because he chose Danny to be his best man, and that's what Danny wants to do. Unfortunately, the things that happen in Vegas don't necessarily stay there.

How to Keep Your Mouth Shut by primetime

Danny’s sometimes gay. Gay, sometimes. Does dudes. He doesn’t know how to say it right. He doesn’t know how to say it at all.

Don’t Turn Me Home Again by gyzym

After a rough day of island living, Danny wakes up in New Jersey and learns the hard way to be careful what he wishes for.

End-Around by t_fic

Steve hesitates with his hand on the doorknob, looking back over his shoulder at Danny and nodding once before disappearing inside, and yeah, Danny is going to be so fucking lucky to get through this night without a coronary event.

Lonely People Do Stupid Things by waketosleep

Danny decides to show Steve the true meaning of Christmas, and does it by dragging him to New Jersey.

Down Beneath the Waves by samjohnsson

A picture may be worth a thousand words, but sometimes it takes another thousand to explain it.

Love’s a Battlefield (and the Navy Did Not Train Steve for This Shit) by cyerus

The Kalakaua-Kelly clan are determined to matchmake Steve. Out of desperation, Steve makes up a boyfriend named Danny.

It doesn't quite go according to plan.

put your mind at ease by eleanor_lavish

Somewhere in the last year, while Steve was busy killing bad guys, Don’t Ask Don’t Tell has been erased from the books and guys like Jeff can marry whoever they damn well please.

You’ve Got Hawaii (and all I’ve got is you) by queenklu

In which Danny has issues, presents, and Steve fleas, not necessarily in that order.

Jaws by JoeLawson

Danny has a secret.

[silver-summertime]

hollywood stars and truck tires: dorothea, tis the damn season, & tim mcgraw

Alright, y’all, here we go again. (Alexa, play Mamma Mia by ABBA.) We’re back with another one of Ria’s unhinged gay lyric analyses, only I don’t think this one is very unhinged after all (at least not until we get to the “Tim McGraw” side of things). “dorothea” is undoubtedly the gayest song on evermore, so it’s only right that this is how I kick things off. And of course, we’ll be tackling “tis the damn season” because it’s the sister song to “dorothea.” This analysis isn’t going to focus on any gaylor ships because I’m inclined to believe Taylor when she says this one is fictional—“dorothea” might be based on real emotions, but I don’t think she represents a real person in Taylor’s life. (Feel free to disagree, though!)

So, without further ado: “dorothea” is gay, and here’s why. 

To begin with the obvious, this is yet another song in which Taylor (regardless of whether she is writing from someone else’s perspective) explicitly sings a love song to a woman. Here are lyrics I think make this a love song rather than a song about platonic friendship:

honey, making a lark of the misery

it’s never too late to come back to my side

the stars in your eyes shined brighter in Tupelo

but are you still the same soul I met under the bleachers?

“Honey,” while not exclusively used in a romantic context, is a term of endearment often used by lovers. Combined with the “stars in your eyes” part, I think the relationship between Dorothea and the speaker is a romantic one. Meanwhile, “back to my side” could imply a previous romantic relationship. It could also refer to the idea of “picking a side” with regard to being gay or straight (yes, this saying is flawed because it ignores bisexuality, but it is something I have heard people say before). In this context, the line could be interpreted as the speaker telling Dorothea that it doesn’t matter if she’s gone off to Hollywood and dated men, she is still free to return home to her (female) high school sweetheart.

And finally… if Dorothea and the speaker were just platonic besties, what, pray tell, were they doing under the bleachers?!

Paired with the following lyrics from “tis the damn season,” which seems to be from Dorothea’s view, it’s fairly obvious that these two had a romantic relationship in the past:

the road not taken looks real good now/and it always leads to you and my hometown

you could call me “babe” for the weekend

the heart I know I’m breakin’ is my own/to leave the warmest bed I’ve ever known

Notably, there are no male pronouns describing the love interest in “tis the damn season.”

If you’re still not convinced that “dorothea” is a love song, see Taylor’s own words in the album notes: “Dorothea, the girl who left her small town to chase down Hollywood dreams—and what happens when she comes back for the holidays and rediscovers an old flame.”

Safe to say, I think “an old flame” solidifies the relationship between Dorothea and the speaker as a romantic one.

And finally, proving that the speaker of Dorothea is a woman and the song is, in fact, very gay:

ooh, you’rе a queen sellin’ dreams, sellin’ makeup and magazines/ooh, from you I’d buy anything

skipping the prom just to piss off your mom

Now, I’m not saying that men can’t or shouldn’t wear makeup, but makeup is generally a female-coded thing… so if the speaker of “dorothea” is willing to buy the makeup Dorothea is selling, she is most likely a woman herself. And, of course, the skipping prom line. While any couple can skip prom, gay couples usually have a much better reason for doing so—in some high schools, students have been prevented from bringing same-sex partners. See here for some examples.

So. If “dorothea” is a love song about a woman… sung by a speaker who is also a woman… “dorothea” is gay. Case closed!

Now if you want to stick around for clownery, here comes “Tim McGraw.” I think that the “dorothea”/“tis the damn season” couplet is a grown-up version of “Tim McGraw” because the songs have several parallels. Both “dorothea” and “Tim McGraw” are named after people; all three songs focus on the wistful feelings that happen after high school romances come to an end; both relationships ended when one person left town for some reason.

And there are a number of lyrical parallels:

the stars in your eyes shined brighter in Tupelo (dorothea)

he said the way my blue eyes shined/put those Georgia stars to shame that night (Tim McGraw)

Apart from the obvious stars/eyes shining parallel, both songs reference specific locations in the American south.

hey, Dorothea, do you ever stop and think about me? (dorothea)

when you think Tim McGraw/I hope you think of me (Tim McGraw)

And finally:

time flies, messy as the mud on your truck tires (tis the damn season)

just a boy in a Chevy truck/that had a tendency of getting’ stuck/on backroads at night (Tim McGraw)

This is not to say that the love interest in Dorothea’s story is a boy, or that the love interest in “Tim McGraw” is actually a woman (although I have seen the faded blue jeans/little black dress discourse). But I like these parallels because I feel like evermore has given Taylor the opportunity to apply new maturity to some old concepts, and she’s done it beautifully. These three songs tell different versions of the same story—a breaking up and falling back together of high school sweethearts.

Thanks for tuning in, y’all!