#also it's my birthday tomorrow so the fucks i give is 0

[honeysucklepink]

Covid Day 3 (apparently? What happened to the other days? I’ll tell you under a cut cause damn I’m long-wimdy):

Day 0: Thursday, when I started having symptoms (scratchy throat, sinus congestion, achy joints though to be fair one of those is a jammed up finger from my fall two months ago, and a temp of 99, which for me is actually a bit high). Went to work anyway LIKE A MORON, but stayed closed up in my office. About noon, when no one showed up to my online workshop (one person tried to login on mobile twice then gave up) and I realized I could barely get through it anyway, I took a Covid test I keep in my desk drawer--negative. Okay, so maybe the flu? Even though I had my flu and covid booster a few weeks ago, maybe it’s a strain they didn’t catch? I went to student health. Did I tell you my campus has declared we are “post-covid” and they aren’t even doing masks? And now you need an appointment, my primary doc had the week off, and the lady said “oh it’s probably just this bad cold that’s been going around anyway” *GGGRRR* I say fuck it, call it a day, run to Walmart to grab some meds and soup and decide I’m taking Friday off too.

Day 1: Friday. Still feel like crud, though the cough is starting to be productive at least, the temp is up and down but mainly in the upper 98-99 range. Sit in virtually on a faculty meeting, then a phone meeting with the estate attorney re: Dad’s will. Hubby is in a tree stand all day so I take care of myself. Fix some veggie beef soup and a roll for lunch, PBJ for a snack, and some stir-fry Hubs made the night before for dinner. Plus LOADS of ginger tea with honey and lemon. Hope I’m improving by Saturday because a work friend is having her “Birthday/Halloween/Breast Cancer in Remission” party tomorrow night and my Coach Beard costume is on POINT.

Day 2: Saturday. Fuck me. I wake up SWEATING, burning up. My temperature is now 100.0 (Allie Brosh gif “no, I wanted the opposite of this”) and I decide “fuck it, I’m taking another Covid test.” Well screw me sideways, for the first time since March 2020 when all this shit started it finally got to me. I text Hubs “DON’T COME IN HERE” and he texts back “LET ME GET THE FLAME THROWER” (haha very funny). Instead he brings me coffee, toast, and eggs. Then I ask him three separate texts for 1) apple butter for my toast 2) Crystal hot sauce for my eggs and 3) a glass of orange juice. Hey it’s the least he can do after the flame thrower quip. Fortunately there is an urgent care open until 4 pm down the road, so I go there, follow protocols, they don’t give me another test (apparently the home test positives are pretty accurate, they are more likely to give you false negatives). Interestingly they do not recommend paxlovid at this clinic, especially with my high blood pressure. They give me a shot to start my antibiotic/steroid boost, I run pick up a bunch of meds and some McDonalds, and hunker down in my isolation chamber and proceed to watch my Ole Miss Rebels end their seven-game winning streak. Joy. Hubby brings me soup and a roll and some gatorade.

So that makes today (Sunday) Day 3. According to CDC guidelines, I should isolate 5 days from the start of my symptoms, then so long as I’m feeling better after Day 5 and my temp has been normal for 24 hours, I can go back to work wearing a mask for at least five more days (though I will probably wear a mask for the rest of my life. I’ve realized I don’t like my lower face; my teeth are crooked, my lips are oddly scarred from years of cold sores, I’ve developed a complete lack of a chin which now blends into my neck...yeah I’ll wear a mask forever. Which would be easier if I didn’t also have to wear glasses)

#covid-19 #now back to my regular shitposting

[moon7jay]

STRIP CLUB (p.js)

Warnings : virgin Jay, crude words, just filth tbh, reader works in a strip club (not proofread)

Jay was hesitant, he had never done anything like this before. Sure he kissed a few girls here and there in his high school years but not ever since he became an idol. He just didn't need any unnecessary drama in his life. But he also couldn't say no when jake and sunghoon dragged him to their go to strip club for his birthday.

"U need to get out more you know, get ur dick wet before it falls off due to pussy drought" Jake cackled and Jay felt his head throbbing.

He knew that. He already knew how much his dick demanded to be wrapped in soft and wet pussy folds every night he slept on his bed alone but he was a coward. Never one to take such risks. He was also a man of morals who couldn't fuck around like jake did. So he settled on rubbing his dick raw to bad porno everytime he got hard.

"And what better way to end that drought and lose your virginity than on ur motherfucking birthday my bro! " Sunghoon chimed in, already half drunk before even reaching the club.

"I don't know man.. " Jay mumbled again, looking for some way or reason to run back to the dorms again. This place didn't feel like his scene. What was he even supposed to do here anyway? Ask for pussy? Pay for it? He had 0 clue on how stuff worked here. Blinding lights and deafening music, half naked girls hanging on poles, it was getting hard to focus.

Jake leaned in closer to him as if letting him in on a secret

"once u feel the touch of a woman dude, u r going to be addicted"

Jay didn't doubt that. With how easily hot and bothered he got everytime the stylist noonas brushed his inner thighs on accident. He needed therapy at this point.

Sunghoon groaned from his other side

"Just thinking about pussy is making me restless, I would have been buried in a tight wet cunt by now if I wasn't here to get u laid bro, u should at least pretend to be happy"

"Yeah man, look around, this is a high profile club, celebrities and people who wanna keep their business private come here all the time."

Jake's words helped him relax a bit. But only a bit. The chances of his name being on the headline of tomorrow's dispatch article were less but not zero.

"Look over there, at the balcony on the right, just above the bar"

Jay followed Jake's directions and his gaze settled on you.

Oh wow.

He could feel his throat get dry and lips parched.

U were leaning against the railing of the balcony, smiling down at the customers that were throwing bills up at you, your lips were moving but Jay couldn't hear that over the loud music, he watched as u laughed at something the bartender shouted at u. Jay's eyes traveled down from your angelic face towards your exposed collarbones, he licked his lips. Your silky hairs fell in cascades down the curve of your back. U didn't look real.

Your sinful curves were covered in a baby blue silk dress, barely leaving anything to imagination, the swell of your breasts and ass made jay's fingers twitch.

U were walking, breathing desire and he wanted to bury his fingers in you. He wondered if u smelled as good as u looked.

U looked like his dirtiest wet dream.

Sunghoon chuckled from his side "he's sold"

Jake chuckled back "told u y/n could do him in didn't I? "

Y/n. So that was your name.

"I've arranged a private session with her for u bro, just be a man and don't chicken out of this, she's not easy to get hold of, she also doesn't sleep with customers, but she gives exquisite lap dances" Jake explained.

Jay wanted to kiss Jake. On the mouth.

A lap dance? U would be on his lap? By the end of the night? Ur soft body and ample curves would be rubbing on him? Oh yeah he could now die a happy man. Jay was a very happy man.

His face visibly fell when u leaned away from the railing and disappeared inside somewhere.

"She's also known for making men cum in their pants, so i hope u r wearing ur best underwear mate"

You touched up on ur makeup one last time, applying the vanilla lip gloss on your plump lips evenly. Men were always so easy, anything that smelled like vanilla, they wanted to eat.

The knock on the door interrupted you. Here goes nothing.

"Hii" you greeted Jake and sunghoon, ur breath catching in your throat as u looked at the handsome stranger behind them, his eyes fidgeting all over ur face. His silver hairs were shiny and suited his skin complexion.

Ur eyes couldn't help but be drawn to his impressive physique, the leather jacket he had thrown over his black tucked in shirt highlighted his broad shoulders. The tight black jeans sitting so well on his thick thighs.

Oh u were gonna have fun with this one.

"When u said u were bringing over ur virgin friend I wasn't expecting a treat Jake" u cooed teasingly, making sure ur eyes were on HIM.

His hesitant cat eyes met yours and he gulped. His ears turning red. Cute.

Jake laughed and sunghoon pushed the handsome stranger towards u, close enough that u could count his lashes. His expensive cologne hitting ur nose and making u wanna take a bite out of him.

"U need to take care of him y/n, show him some fun" Sunghoon yelled as they both stepped away from you.

U winked at them and dragged the surprised man inside ur room, closing the door and slamming his back on it. His eyes widened by ur actions, watching u closely, as if unable to understand what was happening.

U pressed your self closer to his tempting body, sliding your hands from his chest to wrapping them around his neck. U could feel how tense he was, his hands not even attempting to move from his sides.

"What's ur name baby?" U asked running ur finger on his lips, flashing him ur most seductive smile.

U saw him gulp once "Jay"

But his voice came out confident. And oh man he sounded hot.

U bit ur lower lip and stood on ur tippy toes, pressing ur cleavage against his chest, your lips inches away from his plump ones

"U can touch me Jay, grope me all u want, I'm here for u to have fun" U whispered, his eyes never leaving yours.

U sensed some hesitance from him, but soon enough large hands grabbed your ass, a gasp falling from your lips.

"That's like a good boy" u crooned, pecking him on his lips briefly, pulling back just as fast.

What u weren't expecting was for him to chase your lips like a starved man, his fingers groping and squeezing ur ass harshly. He captured your lips in his greedy mouth, suckling and kissing with the intention to eat. His teeth punctured ur lower lip making u squeal and He groaned in your mouth when u squirmed against him to press yourself closer to his body.

He pulled away too soon for your liking, both of your breaths heavy. He looked at you in both guilt and desire. His fingers still flexing on your flesh but softly.

"I-im sorry, I don't know what came over me"

His apology had ur head reeling. Never in your line of work had any man apologized to u ever. For hurting u, disrespecting u and never for using ur body for pleasure.

so the genuine regret in his eyes made u momentarily speechless. His eyes were running all over ur face, trying to gauge your reaction but u were a hard woman to read. Jay was smitten with u, with your taste. Your slightly bleeding lower lip made guilt swirl in his chest but your soft curves pressed against him were making him harden in his jeans.

You wordlessly pulled away from him and dragged him further into the room by his hand, pushing him down on the couch, standing in front of him, looking down at his eyes as he stared up at u.

The way he was manspreading naturally made ur thighs clench, his bulge sitting in the middle, your mouth watered. His slightly unbuttoned shirt showing a silver of his honey skin, begging to be marked.

Jay watched in awe as you swayed your body sensually, your hips grinding in air, hands running over your own body, touching yourself in a way his hands itched to do. When u raised an eye brow at him while u slowly dragged your dress up your thighs, jay realised u were teasing him. Giving him a show. U turned around slowly and bent over, Jay's cock was throbbing at this point, your red panties wedged between your pussy lips, surrounded by your thick juicy thighs made him lose his mind.

"Fuck"

As if they had a mind of their own, jay's hands moved and squeezed your plump ass cheeks

"So pretty" His voice sounded foreign to his own ears.

U chuckled and moaned, wiggling ur hips at him

"Yeah? Am I pretty?"

"Very" His breathless voice made u drip. U had forgotten how fun it was to tease virgins.

You turned around to face him again and pulled your panties down your legs. Watching how his mouth fell open, eyes transfixed on your actions, u smirked, throwing your panties at him.

Jay caught that piece of fabric and watched on as you continued to sway sexily, his eyes flicking between the damp fabric in his hands and your sensual body dancing.

Ur panties were wet, his mouth watered and without thinking about it he was burying his nose into the wet patch, groaning loudly, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. Oh god, so this is want a woman's arousal smelled like. He felt his entire body burning with desire, itching and twitching to take, breed and fuck. He felt like an uncontrolled animal as he inhaled your scent further, tongue coming out to lick on ur juices, fuck u tasted good, his other hand squeezed his own bulge shamelessly.

You had never seen such a hot sight before, this very hot man was trying to get off by smelling and licking your wet panties, u could feel your slickness dripping down your thighs.

"U like how I smell?"

he groaned and nodded into ur panties, ur pussy clenched around nothing but air

Without further ado you slipped your silk dress off of your body, letting it pool down around your ankles.

Jay was going to go crazy. He'd never in his life seen a naked woman before. Let alone one as beautiful and breathtaking as u were.

His hands twitched with a violent urge to hold u, rub u, grind on u. Your tits made his head spin, he wanted them in his mouth. To be honest, he wanted a lot of your assets in his mouth.

You took your panties from where he was still inhaling them and threw them across the room, climbing on his lap, ur bare pussy settling right above his bulge. His hands automatically fell around your waist, squeezing u on impulse.

"wanna taste? "

You arched your back to push your tits in his face and he latched on to them without any delay . Groaning and moaning as u gasped, he was slurping on you so messily.

You ran your hands through his hairs, grabbing the back of his head to push him further into ur boobs.

Slowly starting a grinding pace against his growing bulge, u started to give him a lap dance. Pulling on his hairs u pulled his head back and away from your boobs, he was breathing heavily, his dark eyes dripping with lust met yours.

"Never touched a woman before have u? " U asked smiling slyly, his hold on your hips making u grind on his lap harder.

His eyes rolled back at how good the pressure of your bare pussy felt against his clothed cock.

He shook his head weakly, too focused on his hips meeting yours. U suckled on his exposed neck, leaving light marks, being aware that u couldn't leave permanent marks on an idol.

You both panted in each other's mouth as your hips rubbed and grinded on him just right, making a wet mess on the front of his jeans.

"U know how sex works? Dick in pussy, u know how that works yeah? "

Ur filthy mouth was making his head spin with desire. He pushed his hips into yours, making a moan rip through your mouth. He squeezed your flesh freely now, running his hands all over your body. Wondering why he hadn't done this before.

You moaned when he pinched your nipples, squeezing ur boobs, digging his nails into them as his hips thrust up into your womanhood.

"In and out. In and out. That's how it works. Cock goes inside a pussy, wet, hot and tight. Comes out, then slides right back in" u whispered in his ear.

"Fuck" He cursed, making u grind harder and faster against him. His eyes fell onto your lips and he pounced. Your hands wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer as u introduced ur tongue into his mouth. The vanilla on your lips was quite literally making him lose his mind.

U both shared messy open mouthed kisses while humping each other like animals. Tongues gliding over each other, saliva running down your chins, slurping on each other roughly.

"M-more please, n-need more" He whined breaking away from the kiss. He needed more friction, needed more skin on skin contact. Needed sex. Needed ur pussy.

His lust blown eyes made ur resolve crumble

"I don't have sex with my customers baby, but fun can be done in other ways, let me show u heaven yeah? " U asked grinding slowly on him. He nodded too fast, his eyes moving down to see your hands unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans.

You stood on ur knees to pull his jeans and boxers down his thighs, leaving them around his knees.

Running your hands on his hard and throbbing dick, you moaned, rubbing his cock head against your clit. A loud gasp fell from his lips and his head fell back on the couch's head rest. Eyes shut in pleasure as he focused on ur hand jerking his cock.

A woman's touch. Yeah, Jay knew his hand won't ever be enough to make him cum ever again.

"So big and girthy, can't believe u haven't buried it in a pussy yet" U whined, just imagining his monster cock deep inside your stomach making your pussy drip

Jay let out the most pornographic moan known to mankind when u settled on his bare cock with your bare wet pussy.

The skin on skin contact making u shudder and sigh in satisfaction.

U started moving almost immediately, unable to stop ur self. Moving your hands to Unbutton his shirt, dragging your nails down his naked chest, feeling his abs, both of u moaning and groaning, grinding against each other.

"This is good isn't it? " U asked, digging ur nails into his abdomen, another sinful moan fell from his lips as he nodded, too dumb to speak, head lost in pleasure.

'Yeah, it's good. It doesn't count as long as ur cock isn't in my pussy right? We can fuck like this but it won't count" U panted, trying to control ur self from slipping his dick inside.

He squeezed your ass and looked down between ur bodies, groaning at how filthy the sight of your pussy lips rubbing on his dick looked. Sliding back and forth. Making a mess.

"Yeah, doesn't count as long as it's not inside" He repeated, his voice heavy with desire. He was seconds away from slamming u on his cock, the heat building and building inside his balls, so heavy and ready with his cum. Squelching sounds filled the room, wet, messy sounds of pussy meeting dick clouded his head.

"Can i put a little bit inside? Just a little bit, please, wanna feel how tight u feel" Jay pants, slowly losing all his inhibitions.

U wanna refuse and reject his offer but at the same time, a little bit won't hurt right? It's not like u both are fucking, just having some fun.

The moment his pleading eyes meet yours, u find ur self nodding

"Just the tip? "

"Yeah, just the tip"

You both moan as his tip breaches your entrance, your nails digging into his shoulders. His tongue hangs out as he fucks his tip in and out of you. Just jamming his engorged cock head against your clit, then dipping it inside your heat, then pulling out. Repeating the process until it's too much for the both of you to take. He's so close to cumming.

Without any warning his hold tightens around ur waist and he's sliding his entire length inside of you.

A scream rips through ur throat and a loud moan of satisfaction falls from his mouth.

Jay's eyes shut in extreme pleasure, the tightness of your pussy squeezing his cock and the overwhelming wet heat makes his dick spurt his fuck cream inside of you.

His body convulses beneath u as he shudders in orgasm "fuck holy fuck oh god " He's babbling incoherently, just using ur pussy to squeeze the last drop of his cum out of his balls. He's thrusting weakly inside u, just wanting to stay in ur heat a little longer. He can't stop cumming, hips grinding in u to stuff u full of his seed. His sweaty body is heaving and he meets your lust blown eyes, watching with a clenched jaw how your fingers move to your clit and u rub furiously, watching him enjoy his first pussy orgasm.

"U r so fucking hot" He whimpers

The way he's shuddering and moaning is so hot u can feel your orgasm at the tip of your tongue.

"Pussy so good yeah? Couldn't control ur self? Came so much inside of me and we didn't even have sex baby"

U moaned, rubbing on ur clit, running your free hand on his naked chest, feeling his body, groaning at how good his dick inside of you felt. Ur hips start to grind and swivel on their own, overstimulating his cock, a broken cry leaving his lips.

Jay never thought pussy could feel so good. So this was what jake and sunghoon were talking about. So this is why heeseung couldn't stop bringing girls over. Pussy.

Fuck. So this is what it meant to be a man.

His hands groped your lower half and u felt your orgasm wash over u instantly, his touch burning your body from inside out.

As u moaned his name, ur sharp nails leaving scratches on his naked chest ,coming around his dick, Jay could feel his himself harden inside of you again.

He watched as ur juices mixed with his own leaked out of your pussy where his cock was still buried inside.

His hips started to thrust up into u as primal instinct took over, animalistic lust glazing his rational mind.

U gasp as his hold on ur body tightens and the next things u know he's turning u around, hovering over u, his dick never leaving ur cunt.

He starts to thrust into u, panting and groaning, just chasing another high. The feeling ur pussy gave him, he wants to feel that again. Ur cries to stop fall on deaf ears, his fingers digging into ur ass to spread ur legs farther, grinding into u, feeling ur wet gummy walls. He bites harshly into the junction of your neck, groaning into ur skin.

"S-slow down Jay oh my god" u cry out, trying to push him away, his assault on ur sensitive pussy too much to take.

But jay's not in his right mind, pleasure taking over all of his senses, morals thrown out the window, all that matters is how good and wet ur cunt feels wrapped around him. God, no wonder jake's a sex addict. Who wouldn't be addicted to this shit.

"He's pounding that pussy good huh? always knew he had it in him despite being a virgin" Jake laughed hearing your cries from where he and sunghoon sat waiting on the stairs.

They had been waiting outside in case Jay came running, giving up on such a good opportunity, and they had to convince him to go back inside. But turns out he wasn't coming out of you anytime soon.

"That's what good pussy will do to a man"

Sunghoon smirked, downing his drink in one go.

"Speaking of which, gonna go find some cunt to fuck, seems like he'll take quite a while in there" He said, throwing the car keys at jake.

Jake pocketed the keys and followed hoon

"Yeah, me too, why should birthday boy have all the fun"

#enhypen hard thoughts #enhypen hard headcanons #enhypen smut #enhypen #enhypen hard hours #jay smut #enha #jay x reader #park jay #kpop #park jongseong

[555eternalfabulist]

today was baaaaad so i'll write it down here to compensate and be better tomorrow:

-i didn't sleep a lot so that was bad anyways

-i fucked up ALL the time😭 e.g. there are stickers on the wood we work with and that one woman told me to take them off, so i did that and that other dude then told me that he needed them😭 so we had to measure EACH piece of wood and write down numbers on them and that took about 10-20minutes even though it didnt have to be😭 after that i also screwed on the wrong thingies on that other wood thing because i thought they were the right ones😭 i had to get them all off again and put the other ones on :((((

-i also had literally 0% confidence today. i was like "okay soph, say that and that right now to keep the conversation going/ be nice/ show interest/ whatever" and i didn't say anything of it😭😭😭 nothing😭 like i bought them snacks because they always give some to me and i was too scared to tell them what the hell😭

-yeah in the end, already on my way to my car, talking to another employee, i just drop my bottle THATS OUT OF GLASS. RIGHT ON THE STAIRS OUTSIDE. everyone was just walking by and saying things like "dont cut yourself" and "what are you doing" and i thought WELL WHAT DO YOU THINK I'M DOING? dont u want to help instead of letting off those comments???? well at least that guy i was talking to tried to help me and this HUGE bear-man with the softest heart helped me pick up the shards🥺

-and then in the car i noticed that today is the birthday of my grandmother who i will love until i die and well yeah that explained a lot

#ihvntn555 #ihvntn555internship

[cola-losers]

whats the point of making gay ships straight?

What's the point of sending this dumbass ask?

#bleh #I was going to delete this but I'm like #in a mood #also it's my birthday tomorrow so the fucks i give is 0

[dreamii-yume]

HEHE HI I'M THE SAME ANON WHO SIMPS FOR DEUCE, AND YES YUME AAAAA (ﾉ*0*)ﾉ❤️💕❤️💕

So, basically, Deuce receiving a phone call from his mom while he's getting it on with darling 👀 and he forces her to talk to his mom while he's hitting it back ya know what I'm saying?! 😩 Like legit, Darling's just trying her best to muffle her moans as she's bent over the mattress with Deuce rearranging her guts, not even caring about what her mom's saying on the phone anymore as her eyes roll up in ecstacy and cumming hard on his dick AAAAAAA lmao hope it's okay!!! ( ꈍᴗꈍ)❤️❤️❤️

Chokes omg darling YESS???

Warnings : Non-Con | Yandere

The sheer amount of P A N I C alone had almost brought you into yet another embarrassing orgasm. His phone ringing not too far from the bed, where Deuce had you pinned down in all fours with his hand on top of your head. Filled with nothing but tears and moans, your fucked-out state barely manages to keep your consciousness intact as you glanced towards the vibrating device. For a moment there, you resented such a thing for bringing you back to full-awareness, when you were just about ready to pass out from the mixture of pain and pleasure swirling down your weeping pussy. But at the same time, you saw it as a desperate opportunity to get yourself out of your current situation.

Deuce was far too engraved in getting his dick wet over and over again as he slams continuously without rest inside of you, treating your pussy more of a fleshlight at this point. With his mouth offering small apologies and compliments of how good you felt, you didn’t think he even heard the sound of his own ringtone echoing throughout the room. Not when the sound of skin slapping against each other seemed to be even more pleasing to his ear alone. You didn’t know what you were trying to do, but getting fucked for almost an hour now had your mind in complete shambles that the most logical thing you can do at this moment was to reach out for that phone. You can’t quite see who exactly was calling on the other side, but no matter who it is, if they could at least just hear what kind of predicament you’re in, surely they’ll come running...correct?

However, it was just your luck when Deuce had opened his eyes to bask in the pleasure once more, just in time to see you struggling to reach for his phone. “Ah…” He was finally aware of the current caller and you felt him flinched behind you, you don’t know whether to take that as a good or a bad sign. “...I-It’s mom...” He muttered out, groaning as his grip against your hips tightened.

With that, you widened your eyes in realization and slowly retracted your hand away from answering that call. You could ask her for help, but it’s Deuce’s mother! It’s not very likely that she would come to believe you so easily since no mother can ever truly doubt their son like this. I mean, how could she not even believe someone like you over her own sweet child, who had been such a good son up until now? You might just end up making a fool of yourself! You let out a whimper that unfortunately caught Deuce’s attention as he reached for the phone himself and looked at you, gulping.

Then, to your surprise, he bought the phone right next to your ear as he leaned in to the other. “I can’t...ignore a call from mom...” He said, face flushed but his eyes were hazy as if he had been drinking alcohol all night long. “But I can’t face her...in this state...”

“So, please…Do the talking for me...”

You let out a sharp gasp, a shriek scraping against your throat as he slammed down inside you so hard that your vision darkened for a split second. Despite being able to barely recover from such an impact though, Deuce only repeated the same brutal thrust like it was normal, his aggressive grunts had your stomach rolling and swirling full of butterflies. He wants you to talk to his mom? At this state? If he can’t do it with the way he is right now, then what makes him think that you can!?

“Deuce? Hello, it’s mom~!”

And just like that, you clasped your hand over your mouth as soon as you heard the woman’s lovely voice on the other side of the device. It was taking all your willpower to not to let out questionable noises when Deuce wasn’t even cutting you off the slack by even attempting to slow down behind you. “Deuce?” His mom called once again, worried to hear a relative pause in the line. You glanced at the guy with widened, panicked eyes, begging for help in this situation, but he was too engrossed pounding you like there’s no tomorrow. That’s when you realized that there was no way Deuce was going to help you out with this, he’s probably gets on the fact that he was forcing you to do this in the first place.

So, with no other choice, you carefully opened your trembling lips and tried to stable your voice as much as possible. “Y-Yes...? This is...(Y/N) speaking...” You replied, trying to sound as cheerful as the woman knew you to be. “G-Good evening...!”

“Oh, (Y/N)? Are you with Deuce right now?”

You resorted into slamming your face in the bed sheets to muffle your moans once in a while. “Y-Yes...! Um, he’s...He’s...” You took another glanced at the man behind you. “He’s s-sleeping right now...”

You heard the woman gave a naïve sigh of relief. “Thank god, I thought something happened since he usually picks up within the first ring of his phone.” She laughed. “Anyway, I don’t want to disturb too much! You’re with Deuce for a reason, aren’t you~? Don’t worry, mom approves and supports the two of you~!”

You faked a laugh, but it sounded awkward and nervous in your opinion as you were trying so hard not to cringe at her attempt of playful teasing. “I just wanted to wish him a happy birthday, could you say that to him in my place, dear?” She said, a sweet mother that she is, unaware of the true nature of his son. “He’s been worrying a lot about his future and trying the best I’d ever seen him do, so naturally, as his mother, I’m really proud.”

“I’m lucky to have him, but I’d say he’s also as lucky to have someone as sweet as you so early on in his life.” She continued; she’s sounds so sentimental that it makes you want to cry for her kindness alone. “So, please take care of my little Deuce for me, will you? I’m counting on you~”

You closed your eyes, gulping down the building saliva inside your mouth and lowered your head down in shame. “...Yes, o-of course...”

And with a cheerful goodbye, Deuce’s sweet precious mother had finally hanged up and you couldn’t help but to let out a sob right after. Clinging onto the sheets, finally letting all those suppressed moans and shrieks out, your vaginal walls clenching uncontrollably against his dick in guilt. “So...Tight...” Deuce sighed, he was listening in until the very end and couldn’t keep a smile from forming on his lips. “You’re...gonna take care of me...as promised, huh...”

You reacted quite abruptly as he went in deep inside, knocking against your abused cervix to cause your eyes to roll back and to blank your mind. “I can’t wait...” He said, wrapping his arms around your waist, a change of pace from constantly trying to bruise up your hips. “W-We’re perfect...for each other.”

“I love you...!”

And with that, you could barely even register the warm liquid flowing through and slowly filling you up from the inside. Your mind wasn’t able to comprehend anything he said right after, the comforting feeling of slumber pulling you down was even more tempting. Especially when combined with how warm Deuce’s hand felt on the top of your head and his lips giving your neck a gentle wet kiss.

#twisted wonderland #yandere #yandere twisted wonderland #deuce spade #yandere deuce spade #Birthday Crumbs (Deuce)

[lukesperfectharmonyhair]

im rewatching jatp instead of studying for the 3 tests i have tomorrow and i thought i would share my thoughts and reactions with each episode so enjoy!!....

wake up

- hearing the “1, 2, 3″ at the start of the episode gives me more serotonin than my antidepressants ever will

- julie’s slippers...that’s it...that’s the thought

- that dry ass pasta the molina’s are eating for dinner??? someone needs to give my man ray some cooking tips or a cookbook... something

-the looks the boys give julie when she says it was an OLD cd she found. as if they could be old??

-the entire julie and luke kitchen scene i mean there are no words to describe how much i am in love with scene. the banter, the flirting, luke giving this girl he literally just met an actual PIECE OF HIS SOUL so she can get music back into her life. not a single time have i watched that scene and not felt my heart literally grow cause of how cute they are. 

-the entire scene when julie is singing wake up. that scene is what made me literally CRAVE watching the other episodes. like of course i was going to watch them cause i wasn’t gonna just stop watching a show after one episode, and yes the show was good already but seeing the lighting and her voice, and just everything about the scene,,,,*chef’s kiss* 

bright

-flynn drinking seven sodas....SEVEN??? i would be throwing up if i drank more than like 2 and she drank seven,,,no ma’am.

- flynn and her trumpet. talented queen

- “ i wouldn’t have given you the song if i didnt think you were gonna rock it.” lmaooo im crying:)

- i start tearing up every time julie goes to play the first notes of bright,,, and then i’m full on bawling when the guys come in and play with her cause...they weren’t playing to be seen they were playing to be there for her and play to comfort her. pls i love them<3

- nick vibing in the front row

- the tech guy deserves so much more praise

flying solo

- reggie’s little butt shake or whatever you wanna call it!!

- julie’s little laugh when she yells at the guys to stop it

- “and we’re on the runway again” GENUINELY one of my favorite lines of the whole show pls i love luke’s humor

-this is the first time i noticed this but reggie’s face after alex says “DONT TELL ME HOW TO GHOST!”

-WILLIE!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE YOU<3333333

-the slow mo helmet take off,,,,me too alex me too

-willie’s little giggles:))))

- “oh-oh!”

- “no clue” alex i love you baby<3

- next season better give us a scene of flynn throwing eggs at someone’s house because i think it’s safe to say we were robbed of that experience. 

- the flying solo performance is just amazing

i got the music

- just the whole opening scene is so cute ....the dancing, singing, happiness RADIATING from julie 

-nick in an all white suit and fedora

-WILLEX MUSEUM DATE YEAH BABYYYYY

- carefree skateboarder bf and anxiety ridden drummer bf

- yelling. in. museums. 

-alex thinking he’s literally dying again because of the salt... zero braincells in this band.

- another scene we were robbed of that i need to see in season 2...reggie singing “home is where my horse is” while alex and julie sit patiently and attentively listen to him but luke looks like he’s about to commit murder

- i get SO MUCH second hand embarrassment for julie when she looks through luke’s songbook and says “ wow luke I didn’t know you were such a romantic” julie baby i love you but...eekkkkk

- “he looks like a substitute teacher”- where did he come up with that like so many other things he could be compared to but a substitute teacher??

- “luke introduced you to rock” heck yeah it did.. literal soulmates

- would like to see a picture of the raccoon in Flynn’s backyard

- wee woo wee woo police sirens://///

- julie’s outfit ughhhh i love it

- the poster that im pretty sure says “sexiest role” behind caleb... why was that necessary 

the other side of hollywood

- THE ENTIRE PERFORMANCE OF THE OTHER SIDE OF HOLLYWOOD 

- i lose my absolute shit over this song omg literal chills

- the cape grab i cannot physically do this rn

- willie being so excited the entire performance and looking over to see alex’s reaction

- reggie being in awe everytime one of the girls performing does something.. me too reggie

-”well i wouldn't really call it mAAgiCcCC bUT”

- nick and his fedora again

- alex has a crush, alex has a crush on.....WILLIE

-the boys eating food for the first time in 25 years is honestly so realistic

-alex shoving a whole slice of pizza in his mouth

- lukes ‘OH MY GODDDDD’

- reggie kissing his meatball sub that looks painfully dry but also delicious 

- the continuation of the other side of hollywood performance and everyone dancing

-reggie imitating caleb’s evil laugh and owen trying so hard not to break

-me getting mad at the boys for not showing up for julie and being sad with her but at the same time i’m obviously not mad at the boys just...disappointed?? idk 

finally free

- how did julie get to the school if she missed the first three classes?? wasn’t she still at flynn’s house from the night before cause she slept over so did she walk to school or was she just sitting in flynn’s house by herself and one of flynn’s parents was like you gonna go to school or???

-dance class with nicky poo<3

-reggie fixing his amp in the rain

-julie’s blue dress outfit in this episode is my ABSOLUTE favorite 

- the birthday candle scene makes me sob like a little baby,,,and rightfully so

- julie smart, smart to be taking calculus as what a sophomore??

- all eyes on me yes queen iconic

- alex dancing is how i dance in my brain whenever the song comes on 

- finally free as a song is NEVER given enough credit and why not?? it’s my favorite song they do as a band AND the madison’s vocals and the echoing part omg i loveeeee

- and the whole performance with luke’s heart eyes. i count this performance as the moment luke like fell in love with julie...like full on just blown away with how much awe and admiration he has for her in that moment and all the time.

 - julie and luke singing “and you’re a part of me” while staring directly into each others soul,,,yeah that’s love kids

edge of great

- carlos being the ghost hunter he is and tía being done with him

- luke’s pouting face 

- reggie and ray making breakfast together is so wholesome. reggie really loves and seeks comfort in ray and i love that

- luke just waiting next to julie’s locker and his little “hey”

- the first time i watch this scene i thought charlie was from new york cause of the way he says “ i can't do this without you” and then i watched the cast interviews and just realized he is somewhat joey tribbiani 

- jealous luke hehehehehhehehe

- “well dont you look shARrP”- yes he does luke thank you very much

- “uh oh i think someone has a crush on julie” yeah you do you little shit,,, now admit it to her

- the proud look on luke’s face when he realizes julie is still paying attention to HIM even though she’s supposed to be having a full on conversation with nick

- the shoulder push ( as someone who has had their own shoulder pushed in the middle of a high school hallway as a weird way of flirting,,,,i can definitely somewhat attest to how luke is feeling in that moment and i too continued to flirt with the person who shoulder shoved me while we were still standing in the hallway)

- the flow from whatever the hell dance nick and julie are doing and the perfect harmony dance is so special to me and i love it

-ADOANCLOBNAOVBCOAB THE HAIR PLSSSSS

- EVERYTIME THE SCENE COMES ON AND I SEE HIM WALKING THROUGH THE MIRROR I HAVE TO PAUSE THE SHOW FOR LIKE 10 MINUTES WHILE I DIE LAUGHING BECAUSE THE HAIR IS SO BAD EVEN THOUGH I SHOULD BE USED TO HOW IT LOOKS AFTER WATCHING THIS SHOW LITERALLY 30 TIMES

- i think people see my username and assume i like his hair in this scene but...ummm fun little fact i do not like it

- the dance is so good though ugh my babies

- the hair

- madison is gorgeous 

- another season 2 scene i need: julie teaching this dance to luke and they perform it in front of alex and reggie so they can see luke roll on the floor like that

-the hair

- the lift i loveeee

- the voices at the end of the song *chef’s kiss*

- the way julie spins out from luke and into nick omg so good

- “thAnKs pArTnER”

- luke denying his feelings for julie,,,babe pls

- the whole edge of great performance is so good and beautiful and the colors are SPECTACULAR 

-julie avoiding luke’s gaze lolz

- can't believe my mans really tried to deny he didn’t have feelings for julie like 5 hours earlier even though he’s getting upset because she hasn’t looked at him in 2 minutes

- THE. GUITAR. RIFF. SOLO.

- when i finally learn how to play the electric guitar well enough to learn the guitar solo... it’s over for everyone

-nick just came to watch the girl he likes perform not watch her flirt with a hologram plssss can we give this man a break next season.

- “we have to say goodbye to julie”- that’s literally more important to luke than not playing music anymore because julie is music to him now

unsaid emily

-already crying and the episode hasn't even started

-willex in the orpheum

- alex literally being OVER reggie

- nope too emotionally unstable to watch this scene right now

- my therapist will be hearing about this tomorrow

- show us the baby picture of luke cowards

- this is such a beautiful song that makes me cry every fucking time gosh damn it

- everytime i watch the flashback scene of luke on his bike i think of “christmas song” by phoebe bridges and i cry even more

- i tried to learn how to play this song on my electric guitar (because i dont have an acoustic guitar) and i ended up crying half way through so i do not think i will be playing it anytime soon:/

- the harmonies *chef’s kiss*

- THE POLICE LIGHTS ....i cry

- FAT tears rolling down my face

- there's literally not a moment i don’t cry during this episode

- interesting little relationship :0

- when i played percussion in 7th grade i used to lay down on the couch in the practice room at school ( which god knows what people did on that couch...ew) and stick my drumsticks up my nose too,,,, just another similarity between alex and i 

stand tall

- willie really drove a bus 200 miles into the desert for his crush

- WILLEX HUG 

- i love willie no last name so much,,,i just wanna hold and protect him

- alex’s ballerina dance

-julie’s overall outfit i love<3

- “im swimming”

- the way carlos hangs up the iPad on tía makes me CRACK UP he’s just lmao bye girl

- another julie outfit i love

- “anything julie. you know that.” AHHHHHAASIDSJFPACISN love bitches

- the suits

- luke’s hair in this episode is so much better than the perfect harmony hair pls

- YOU GOT NOTHING TO LOSE

- the way luke looks so restricted and confined in his suit... but at the same time he looks like a 10 week old puppy

-luke’s AGGRESSIVE but small foot tapping leading up to being on the stage

- the solos:)))))

- crying again over julie’s monologue to her mom

- julie really was brave enough to be ready to perform by herself

-the way Trevor looks at carrie when she says “been here before”

-ALEXXXXXX

-REGGIEEEEE

-luuukkKKKEEEEEEE

- this performance makes me cry

- especially the first time when i saw luke flickering...sobs

- he finally looks free in his suit:))

- alex’s solo is so pretty i love him

- reggie’s solo too 

- nick just straight up vibing the entire performance

- alex and luke holding hands...hehehe cute besties

- “thank you, guys” NO THANK YOU 

- the way julie begs for them to do something about the jolts for HER cause she knows luke would never say no to her

- “no music is worth making, julie, if we’re not making it with you,” I JUST SCREAMED AND IM PRETTY SURE I WOKE UP MY ENTIRE HOUSEHOLD...whoops

- going back to that line i could say so much about it but....for someone who’s life was literally MUSIC for the 17 years he was alive, and after finding out he could play music again even though he was dead and saying it made him feel alive, he would give that up- he would give up playing his guitar, playing in a band with his friends, give up writing and singing music- if he wasn’t doing that with julie. that’s more than saying i love you,,,that’s literally like saying i’d give up my ENTIRE LIFE and what i love to do if i dont get to do it with you

- i just made myself cry with that description...wow

-the hug<3

-also imagine how luke felt in that moment,,, hearing this girl, once again that he would give his life up for, saying in his ear that she loves them. i would motherfucking glow too, luke

- *passionately but gently holds each others faces*

-HANDS OFF MY BABY NICK, CALEB

- caleb’s outfit is....something

- the head turn plssss

this was so long and i am so sorry but if you read this far.....leave some of your own reactions or thoughts:)))

k goodnight im gonna, ugh, finally go study ://

#julie and the phantoms #jatp #julie molina #alex mercer #luke patterson #reggie peters #willie #flynn jatp #nick jatp #carrie wilson #renew jatp #netflix PLEASE we are begging give us a season 2

[dameferre]

can we see a snippet from the "penpals!" courferre one :0

of course! i will warn you this will. most likely never see the light of day BUT it’s based off of ‘the year of secret assignments’ by jaclyn moriarty, a... kind of ridiculous book i bought at a charity shop at like. age 10? or something

basically these three sets of teenagers are assigned pen pals at a neighboring school, and hijinks ensue, with one set of penpals giving each other secret assignments (hence the title), the other set of penpals being a girl who writes to a guy who uses a fake name (that plotline ends horribly, it would not have done so in my fic lmao)

one finally one set of penpals (a boy and a girl) decide to start having practice dates, so the guy can hone his skills and ask out a girl he likes, and the girl can critique his form, and... i mean i think we all know how this goes.

anyway, it’s half in letter format, half actual writing the story. here’s a snip! (under the cut because i. couldn’t help myself)

Official Assessment of the Second Meeting By Chance executed by The Lord of Flowers, Combeferre, henceforth referred to as the Subject, as reviewed by Courfeyrac the Ravishing, henceforth referred to as The Operative.

NOTES

When the Operative (and Guest) approached, the Subject smiled very nicely. It was a sort of surprised, warm smile that lit up his face. Did the Subject practice his ‘oh I was hoping to see you and I’m so glad I have’ smile in the mirror?

The Subject did a very good job of consoling the Guest, and as it turns out, the Subject’s height is not as offensive as previously thought, as he holds an umbrella perfectly.

The Subject was much more relaxed this time, and funny, and his hair fluffed a little in the humidity which was adorable. He had a great way of explaining things to the Operative without being patronising, and teased admirably. The Operative spent a good 80% of the walk laughing, but upon writing report can’t remember a specific instance of hilarity. The Subject should have more memorable jokes next time.

Overall, great work Combeferre. You’ll have Feuilly falling over himself to get to you in no time.

Yours,

Courfeyrac the Ravishing

--

Courfeyrac,

You seem to be losing your touch; that last review lacked the mildly insulting bluntness I’ve grown so accustomed to. Does this mean we’re becoming friends?

Anyway, I’m now, as you would say, ‘balls-deep in tech week’ and halfway through my descent into the deepest pit of hell. The entire production is an original script written by a friend of mine, named Jehan Prouvaire, who decided to rewrite the final scene this weekend. They’re my friend, have been for years, but even I wanted to murder them slowly. The cast is hard at work trying to learn the scene, while I had to stay late last night redoing all the cues.

The worst part of it is, the new ending is fucking fantastic, so we can’t even stay mad at them.

It’s exhausting. Literally exhausting; I got three hours of sleep last night.

Anyway, I’m writing this as a way of avoiding calculus homework. Not that I wouldn’t write to you if I didn’t have calculus homework, but it is harder to just ramble on about my life now that we’ve met in person. I don’t think I ever would have told you about Feuilly if we had met before we started writing. There was something in the anonymity that made it easier, like writing into a diary. I hope you don’t take this as an insult- what I mean to say is that now that I know you, I want you to like me. And by extension, I want you to know a lot less about exactly how lame I am.

Anyway, I wanted to say I won’t be able to make a meeting by chance this week, though I know telling you that ruins some of the fun. If I’m around next week, which is really looking less and less likely every time an actor misplaces a prop or mic pack and I am forced, once again, to weigh the pros and cons of murder, I’d be happy to accidentally run into you on my way home from school.

Side note- Avi(my brother) comes home next week, which lines up nicely with Mom’s birthday and means he’ll be able to see the show. It’ll be nice to have him back. I think you’d like him; he’s the attractive one in the family, and the extrovert. He’s also a mechanical engineer who medal-ed in track when he was my age. Basically, he got all the good genes, but he’s too nice to admit it.

Anyway, calculus beckons.

See you on the other side, Combeferre

p.s. Only you would practice a smile. Mine was genuine, I swear.

--

My Dearest Combeferre,

FIRST DAY OF PRACTICE STARTS TOMORROW HELL YEAH

I mean, yes, technically the other guys on my team have been practicing for two weeks but I have sadly been out of commission. BUT NOT ANYMORE BABY THE BITCH IS BACK

This will help distract me from the pain and yearning as I wait a whole week to see you again. I’ll be wistfully wandering the moors before Saturday, mark my words.

I’m also fascinated by the idea of a brother who’s you, but more attractive. Does it hurt to look at him directly? Do strangers fall in love on the spot? Is he officially considered a menace to society because he’s caused traffic accidents and ruined weddings by walking past at the wrong moment?

Someone should put a stop to him before things get out of control! No man should wield such power.

The idea that you, of gorgeous cheekbones, perfect hair, jawline, and eyes and face in general, notorious multi-tasker, valedictorian and walking encyclopedia, not to mention polyglot, could think someone else got the good genes means either you are humble to the point of actively lying to yourself or your brother is a minor deity.

Courfeyrac, I can hear you saying, flattery really isn’t necessary.

But it is! Enjolras, who I’ve mentioned before and is my best friend in the whole world, is gorgeous to the point of being inconvenient to look at. I’m a notorious flirt, I know this, and I’m good at it, but we’re not even in the same league when it comes to making people question their sexualities. He walks into a room and you can see half the people inside mentally decide they’re bi-curious. He’s also a raving lunatic and antagonistic asshole, which he openly accepts and takes pride in, but try to tell him he’s attractive and he looks at you like you’ve just suggested he’s got wings or a tail. So what I’m trying to say, I think, is that I’m used to people not realising how good looking they are. And bludgeoning them with compliments is my way of dealing with this.

Anyway. Getting sidetracked.

I’m flattered you use me as a method of procrastination! I’m gonna make myself a button that says ‘more interesting than calculus’ and wear it with pride. Also, is writing to pen pals not mandatory at the Academy? We’re given a half hour block during the study period. When we first started, Enjolras said the whole thing was “infantile and outdated and a waste of time”, but at this very moment he is on page six (6) of his latest aggressive correspondence to his mystery R, even though I saw what R sent him last time and it was, I shit you not, an envelope that was empty except for a tiny (approx. 3 centimeters long) rubber chicken. For context, the one before was a thorough analysis of wage inequality written entirely in pig latin.

I hope one day I meet this person, even if immediately afterwards they steal my kidney or turn me into a newt or whatever minor trickster gods do these days to pass the time when they’re not torturing my best friend.

Anyway, gotta go, stay sane, don’t kill anyone unless you really have to, and if so lemme know and I’ll help you get rid of the body. I know a guy.

Courfeyrac

p.s. I already like you, idiot.

#this little wip exercise is bad for me it makes me want to keep working on all of these lmao #elle writes things #elle answers your questions #anon #courferre

[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.

#mcdanno #fic rec #super simple edit is mine please don't copy #it's also my twitter header I WILL KNOW #Hawaii five-0 #h50 #holy shit this got so long it took like three hours

[solange-lol]

who is he (and what is he to you?) - ch. 1/3

words: 1,720

solangeloweek day 1: fathers day

read on ao3

Will Solace has never been nervous to travel. 

He used to go on vacations with his mom when they could afford it, although most of those were road trips. Then, when he got older and started working for the magazine company he currently works for, he was sent on all sorts of business trips. Will got used to traveling; used to flying and being in different places every couple of nights.

It’s less the plane ride that he’s nervous for and more the actual reason why he’s going. Yes, it is technically a business trip, but its a business trip to Texas and Will thinks he’s found his father. The one that walked out of their house when he was barely a year old and never looked back. The one that never sent birthday cards or went to Will’s graduation, who didn’t even attempt to contact Will once he was older. 

It was an accident, really, that he found his father. 

Of all things it was an ad on his Instagram feed that popped up, promoting a touring band called Apollo with lead singer Lester Papadopoulos. Seeing his father’s name not spoken from his mother for the first time was a bit of a shock.

The universe had a cruel sense of humor though, or so it seemed, as their gig in Austin, Texas lined up right as Will was headed there for a business trip slash unplanned reunion with his mom. 

The opportunity was at Will’s feet, practically begging him to finally find out what kind of man his father really is. Or more likely, have Will give him a piece of his mind.

“You good?” A voice from behind him came. His coworker and best friend Nico was also assigned this trip with him (like usual, and thank god for that). 

Nico bumps their shoulders together as the two of them board. “Usually I’m the one with plane anxiety.”

Will pushes back his thoughts and replaces them with a smile. “It’s not that. Can’t say I’m completely looking forward to three days of conferencing, though.”

“Tell me about it!” Nico groans, practically throwing back his head as the two of them settled in their seats, preparing for the four-hour flight from New York to Austin. “Last time we were stuck in one of those, I pretended to be taking so many notes but I was just doodling!”

Will laughs. “I remember that one. We played hangman at one point,” he reminds Nico, which just causes him to go onto retelling many stories about conference days. It was one of Nico’s ways of calming down before the plane took off, but also gave Will time to zone off again about his father.

He has the date, location, and time of the bar that Lester and his band were playing at just in case. The thought was burning in the back of his mind just like it had been ever since Will first saw the ad, and he imagines it wasn’t going to leave until Will just sucked it up and faced his deadbeat of a dad. 

“Is your mom still upset that we aren’t staying with her?” Nico asks, pulling Will from his thoughts once again. (Though not completely. Like he said, burning in the back of his mind.)

“I think right now she is, but once we take over her house during the day, demanding food and laundry, she’ll be glad to have the space to herself at night.”

“We are not demanding anything from your mother,” Nico replies indignantly.

“You might change your mind about that once you taste her cookies.”

They’re cut off as the engine begins to roar, and Nico squeezes his eyes shut, grabbing Will’s hand. Even after a few years of working together, he’s still scared of planes. He has the same reaction to every flight. 

Will had offered his hand on their second flight ever together, and every flight since then, to the point in which he just takes it when he feels they’re about to take off. It’s one of their weird business trip traditions.

Will notices an older man eyeing their hands from across the aisle, making him nearly roll his eyes at the guy. For one, they’re not even dating. And if they were, what was the big whoop? Were people still sensitive to two guys holding hands in this day and age? 

It didn’t matter, he supposes, because there was no way Nico was letting go until they reached a level relationship to the ground.

⁠—

Naomi Solace was waiting for them as soon as they got their bags. She had insisted that even while they weren’t staying with her for the trip, the least she could do was provide them some transportation so they wouldn’t have to rent a car.

Nico was visibly uncomfortable, Will could tell. He’s tried explaining multiple times that his mother is the last person to be afraid of as long as you don’t hurt Will or mention his father, neither of which Nico had done. It didn’t help to calm him down though. 

That worry seemed to melt the moment Naomi catches their eyes, immediately waving them over with the brightest smile on her face.

She hugs Will first, of course, who could feel relief spreading through his body when she wraps his arms around him. Even with all the crazy going on around them, it was comforting to know that his mom was there for him. (Not that she knew Will’s other reason for the trip, nor would she. It would crush her, and he can’t handle that right now.)

After she finally lets go of Will, she immediately goes to Nico. Will winces, cursing at himself internally that he hadn’t told his mom that Nico didn’t like to be touched without warning until he realized that he can’t even help but to relax into one of Naomi’s hugs.

The tension had completely dissolved by the time they got to the car, leaving Will to excitedly tell Nico all about the area that he had grown up in.

“Schlitterbahn!” he cries excitedly, causing Nico to give him a confused look.

“Bless you?” he says, more like a question than a statement, causing both Will and Naomi to laugh.

“Not a sneeze,” Will says giddily. “Just the best waterpark ever!”

Nico still looks confused (has he never been to a waterpark?) but he seems content with letting will rediscover his past. Will’s grateful for it, especially considering it takes his mind off his father.

It also makes Will realize something. Something huge, unknown to Nico, and only a select part of the southern experience. He turns to Nico with a near-crazed grin. “Have you ever had Whataburger?”

“Had a what-a-what?” 

“We have to take him there for dinner, mom!” Will’s voice is pitched higher than normal, dripping with pure childlike excitement. Next to him, Naomi’s smile was much more calm, only laughing at her son’s antics

 Meanwhile, Nico looks like he’s almost expecting Naomi to say know. Lord knows how many times Will has refused to go to McDonald’s with Nico for dinner on business trips. That changes as soon as Naomi takes a quick turn into a parking lot. 

Will nearly pulls Nico out of the car as she parks, dragging him towards the bright orange and white doors of the restaurant. 

“I know you’re a devoted McDonald’s fan, but at least give this a try,” he says, walking Nico up to the counter. “I think we might be able to change your mind.”

Once the three order their food, they sit down together at a booth. Will ends up sliding next to his mom rather than Nico, which is a force of habit after many restaurant trips spent sitting across from each other. 

Both Naomi and Will eagerly watched as Nico took the first bite of his burger. He chewed comically slow, making vague facial expressions before swallowing. He pauses, then decides “It’s alright.”

“Alright?” Will nearly yells, trying not to laugh through his words.

Nico’s face breaks out in a grin. “Okay, maybe it’s better than alright. I still think McDonald’s is my number one, though.”

Will rolls his eyes. “We need to get you some new taste buds.”

⁠—

Later, Will flops back happily on the hotel bed. He sighs contentedly as several joints in his back pop, savoring the feeling of resting for the first since they got off the plane. 

After dinner, they gave Nico a quick car tour of the city of Austin before Naomi dropped them off at the hotel they’re staying at. They’ll have plenty of time to explore the city tomorrow after some much needed rest. 

Will hears a soft laugh coming from next to him. He rolls to his side to face Nico, who’s sitting cross-legged on the bed across from him as he bemusedly watches Will stretches.

“Comfortable?” Nico asks, grinning. Will’s taken aback for a moment by how soft his best friend looks at that moment in black sweatpants and a soft gray-green t-shirt. He’s actually very pretty, and for a moment Will wonders what it would be like to cuddle with him.

He shakes that thought away with a smile, dramatically stretching his arms above his head. “Very.”

Nico laughs again, uncrossing his legs and scooching up to the headboard of the bed. “Not quite like my bed at home-”

“But better than some of the others we’ve had,” Will finished, nodding. He mirrors Nico’s actions, sliding under the covers of his own bed and reaching to plug his phone in. He's not really that tired, but he doesn’t want to think about the day ahead of him tomorrow anymore.

“Hope you’re ready for some epic rounds of hangman tomorrow,” Nico says as Will reaches to turn off the lamp next to him. 

He grins in response. “It’s the highlight of these conferences.”

Nico rolls his eyes. “We need to stop agreeing to these trips.”

“Yeah, maybe,” he laughs. “Goodnight, Nico.”

“Goodnight, Will.”

He rolls over, facing away from Nico as he tries to force himself to fall asleep. His mind is still racing, though, overlapping thoughts about his mother and his father, and even Nico himself. 

All he could do was close his eyes until he fitfully fell asleep.

⁠—

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[takoyakitenchou]

誕生日おめでとう!! (part 2)

a continuation of collab w @polar-stars​

10:30 AM EST, February 14th

“How does one art?” asked the tenchou with a depressed groan.

Lea glanced over at the tenchou’s screen. Thirty-three shots of espresso and half a latte macchiato later, they were done writing the fic and the tenchou was now staring down what vaguely resembled a chaotic slew of random lines and squiggles.

“Are you doing abstract art?” Lea asked curiously.

Reina gave her a look. “This is just the first layer.”

It took all her self control and then some not to laugh, but Lea managed to clear her throat and resume working on her masterpiece.

“I need a break,” the tenchou announced. “I’m going to buy food. Do you want anything?”

Lea shook her head. “I had breakfast on the plane. Thanks for putting me in business class, by the way.”

“Of course! I have a shit ton of mileage.”

It was no surprise when the store manager returned bearing five shots of espresso. “I’m setting a deadline,” Reina explained when Lea raised a concerned eyebrow. “I’ll be done with the art before I finish the coffee.”

“I thought you were getting food?”

Reina waved it off and sat down. “Brain food.” She cracked her knuckles and rolled her neck. “Crunch time.”

Intrigued at the sudden life in the tenchou’s eyes, Lea gave a smirk. “See you on the flip side.”

under the cut :}

4:00 PM EST, February 14th

“How does… one… gradient?” 

It had been approximately five and a half hours of radio silence between the two in the cafe. The New York afternoon was flitting by but neither registered the time nor the passersby making the most of their Valentine’s Day; every single one of their senses was honed in on their screens and the food (because Lea insisted that no, the tenchou could not in fact survive solely off caffeine).

“What program are you using?” Lea asked without looking up from Kuvira’s left eyebrow.

“I invested in Clip Studio recently. Fuck! That clears the canvas.” 

Lea pointed at the left dock while simultaneously contouring Kuvira’s eyelid. “The gradient is under the brush.”

“Oh! Thank you.” Reina messed around with the background gradient for what had to be at least twenty years. Then she sat back with a relieved sigh and said, “I’m done.”

Lea examined Reina’s screen and the gradient—or rather, lack thereof.

“Where’s the gradient?”

Reina blinked. “That is the gradient. Jujutsu Kaisen but pastel.”

Gradient, my ass, Lea thought with a pronounced eyeroll, and the tenchou laughed as if she knew what Lea was thinking.

“My handwriting is giving me an aneurism,” she continued, “and I seriously don’t know what Akane is sitting on, but it is how it is. Are you done yet?”

“Just about,” Lea said, adding final touches to Baatar’s glasses. “Should I call the birthday girl now?”

The tenchou nodded and saved the Krita file—to lose progress now would be tragic indeed. “Tell her to be here tomorrow morning at nine and ask her what her favorite coffee is. I’ll get the fic printed in 52 point font when I go back to Jyard tonight. Care to get dinner?”

For what must’ve been the first time since they’d sat down that morning, Lea took the opportunity to absorb how gorgeous New York City actually was, the sunset an idyllic canvas streaked with pastels. “Have we seriously been sitting in this cafe for six hours? Do you even know how many couples should’ve been enjoying the cityscape from this table?”

Reina shrugged and Lea wondered if she should admire or chastise how emotionally dead the tenchou was. “You’re my interim Valentine’s date. Let them deal with it.”

[ok ok listen i have no clue what kind of restaurants are in nyc so we’re just ~casually~ skipping that scene]

9:00 AM EST, February 15th

The birthday girl had just sat down in the otherwise empty cafe when a waitress approached her. [also do wait staff approach you in cafes or are you supposed to order of your own volition bc i have 0 memory of pre covid]

“One cappuccino, please,” she requested, and she swore she saw a flicker of recognition in the waitress’ eyes.

In a few minutes the waitress returned with the cappuccino… and a latte macchiato and ten iced americanos.

The birthday girl’s eyes bugged out. “Um… I don’t think this is the right order?”

“It’s the right order,” said the conservatory student with a knowing grin.

Just as the birthday girl opened her mouth to courteously question just what kind of caffeine-addicted dumbass one would have to be to drink a dozen coffees in one sitting, Lea appeared out of nowhere and added, “It is most definitely the right order.”

“Nah,” corrected the tenchou. “There were supposed to be twelve of mine but Lea made me cut two.” And then they dumped all seventy-two pages of heavyweight paper on the birthday girl lmao ok yeah that is not good for the environment but hey it’s yo birthday! hope your 2021 is completely crammed with joy and fortune and lots of good food. you are an amazing writer and human being with some litass electromagnetic oscillations, so keep living life as always :}

#next time i will use hex codes instead of guessing colors #and hopefully your posture isn't as bad as raiden's #happy birthday lol

[basicallywhiterice]

seventeen (+ twice) college groupchats (year 3)

a/n: more group texts from mood ring + more group shenanigans from y/n, vernon, joshua, tzuyu, minghao, and junhui give minghao more recognition challenge (also peep the hamilton references)

[thine mother]

(8:10 pm) jules vern(e) 💜:  “I am large, I contain multitudes” chewy granola bar: Just like yo momma

(8:12 pm) ac(t)orman: Yo mommas so dumb she sold her car for gas money jules vern(e) 💜: yo mommas so dumb she got hit by a parked car

(8:13 pm) OctOpOdes: yo momma’s so dumb she went to the dentist to get a bluetooth you: Yoooo I haven’t heard that one before, also good morning Minghao :D OctOpOdes: good morning i am struggling already you: Yo momma’s so dumb she tried to climb Mountain Dew

(8:14 pm) jules vern(e) 💜: yo mommas so dumb she brought a spoon to the super bowl

(8:15 pm) nerdier than thou: Jfc go study yall have been doing this for the entire day now you: I’ve been doing yo momma for the entire day now nerdier than thou: GO STUDY

[明天]

a/n: “明天” or “ming tian” means tomorrow in chinese. the ming (明) in 明天 is the same character as the ming in minghao (明浩) (so it could potentially mean minghao day too hehe)

(12:00 pm) you: HAPPY BIRTHDAY MINGHAO you: 生日快乐 🥳 OctOpOdes: i’m a little wary of what you’re going to say but thank you

(12:01 pm) you: Whattttt? I would never say anything to make you wary you: Any new developments in NYU Shanghai 🙈 OctOpOdes: uhh not really OctOpOdes: i can finally legally drink in the states so we’re going drinking today OctOpOdes: even though i’ve been able to drink here

(12:02 pm) you: Aren’t you a little too old to be drinking your sorrows away OctOpOdes: not this again :0 you: :D

[middling midterm midlife crisis]

(1:49 am) jules vern(e) 💜: im unemployed and living the finance hustle lifestyle already jules vern(e) 💜: holy heckity crap frick frack tic tac knick knack patty whack

(1:52 am) you: It’s ok Vernon you can say fuck jules vern(e) 💜: fuck

(1:59 am) ac(t)orman: Whoa are we just collectively awake right now

(2:03 am) nerdier than thou: While you’re up jun would you mind reading my code ac(t)orman: Bruh my math and computational skills only extend to physics coding sux

(2:04 am) nerdier than thou: 🧢 ac(t)orman: Send it over 🙄

[i’m in the cabinet i am complicit in watching grabbin’ at power and kiss it]

(8:13 pm) you: LHKSDJHASGAJDG chewy granola bar: KAJHDLKAGJDHGLKJHELK

(8:15 pm) jules vern(e) 💜: SNAKES jules vern(e) 💜: you knew it was my DREAM to see hamilton on broadway and you chose the day before my test jules vern(e) 💜: why is this the only time you could come tzuyu ;-;

(8:20 pm) chewy granola bar: Sorry Vernon, y/n is the Angelica to my Eliza you: :*

jules vern(e) 💜 named the group ‘and peggy </3′

[doom]

(12:03 pm) jules vern(e) 💜: @y/n you said your last math exam ended at 3 right you: Yeah,,,,, why jules vern(e) 💜: so we can ft and i can see you <3 you: Aww <3 ty bby

(2:14 pm) ac(t)orman: Wait @vernon how do you know where their building is chewy granola bar: Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten our schedules already ac(t)orman: Oh yeahh jules vern(e) 💜: smh what kind of a bf do you think i am ac(t)orman: Mb mb

(2:36 pm) nerdier than thou: Yall cute or whateva

(3:15 pm) you: GUYS you: 

you: HE SHOWED UP WHAT A MAD LAD

(3:16 pm) you: Wait you all knew he was coming and didn’t tell me??

#seventeen #vernon #seventeen scenarios #vernon scenarios #seventeen fake texts #vernon fake texts #svt #svt scenarios #svt fake texts #seventeen imagines #seventeen oneshots #seventeen drabbles #seventeen scenario #seventeen fake text #seventeen imagine #seventeen oneshot #seventeen drabble #vernon choi #hansol #twice #tzuyu #minghao #junhui #joshua #kpop #kpop fake texts #kpop scenarios #vernon imagines #vernon oneshots #extras:mr

[purplesurveys]

1212

Yesterday.

1) What was the weather like? Did it change your plans in any way? Disgustingly hot and sticky and humid. I had to turn on my aircon at two points during the day because it reached a point where I was literally incapable of focusing at work. I don’t really have ‘plans’ on weekdays so I can’t answer the second question.

2) What did you do yesterday, anyway? OMG it felt like I went to war and died. I work with the team behind the BTS Meal and since it launched in the Philippines yesterday, it was all hands on deck to make sure every single aspect of the promotions went smoothly. I couldn’t even focus on it 100% at first because another client of mine also had a huge event yesterday that we couldn’t afford to fuck up, so it was really a chaotic fucking day and probably my busiest shift yet. I was up by 5:30 to do preparations for both clients, and ended the day by 8:30. It was absolutely wild.

3) Did you eat breakfast, lunch and dinner? What did you have? I didn’t eat at all throughout the day; I didn’t have time to. The first thing I was able to have was a can of Pringles by like 5:45 PM when we were winding down and I didn’t eat anything until 8:30, when I ate the laksa that my dad left for me.

4) Did you do some form of exercise? What? Nah, I don’t really exercise.

5) Who did you spend the most time with? My workmates, albeit through Viber.

6) What television shows or movies did you watch? It falls under neither but I watched a few episodes of Run BTS when I finally clocked out of work since I wanted to watch something that would make me laugh.

7) What time did you get up and go to bed? I got up at around 5:30ish, passed out by around 1 AM even though I wanted to stay up for much longer to take back the life I missed during this whole week lol.

8) What was the best bit about yesterday? I liked that even though everything was very crazy yesterday and that I ended the day feeling more exhausted than I’ve ever been, at least it was for a campaign that I happen to literally genuinely a huge fan of.

9) What about the worst? The idea that I had back-to-back big campaigns with two brands happening at the same time.

10) Did you talk to anyone on the phone? Who? Why? Just a rider asking for directions to my house when I was expecting a delivery.

Today.

1) What time did you get up? As tired as I was from yesterday, my body clock still woke me up at my usual time haha – 6 AM.

2) What are your plans for today? Be lazy. And maybe make the laksa that my company had delivered to me earlier this week. :D Then I should probably be checking the statuses of all the merch I ordered from April-May because it’s already June and they should really be on their way to the PH at this point.

3) Have you eaten any meals yet? What did you have? I had more Pringles this morning but it didn’t fix anything so I’m feeling pretty hungry now.

4) Are you planning on seeing your friends or boyfriend/girlfriend? Nope, no plans for today.

5) Does your favourite television show air today? I don’t have a favorite show.

6) Have you spoken to your parents yet? Yes, when I went down earlier to ask my sister for some help with something.

7) How many texts have you received? In my head there’s 0 but I could possibly be ignoring some texts. Idk, I haven’t checked my messages app yet and have no plans to.

8) Are you planning on going to bed early? No. I actually want to pull an all-nighter tonight haha, I did nothing but work all week :(

9) Have you done anything remotely productive today? I’d say resting up is still productive, so yes.

10) How much money did you spend so far? Are you planning on spending more later? None. Let’s see. I might buy the BTS Meal again later LOL the Cajun sauce is really yummy!!!

Tomorrow

1) What time do you have to get up tomorrow? 9 AM at the latest because Sowoozoo delayed streaming will be by then.

2) What do you hope the weather will be like? I am desperate for some rain to come. I’m so fucking sick of sun.

3) Is there anything you’re dreading about tomorrow? It’s Sunday; the entire day makes me feel dreadful and anxious.

4) Is there anything important you need to do, or can you just relax? It’s Father’s Day and I got a gift for my dad, so I’ll have to remember to give it to him hahaha. I got it weeks ago and it’s been sitting in my closet since, and I keep forgetting I’m already all set for tomorrow.

5) Do you have plans to see your friends? Nah. The next time I’ll go out will probably be next weekend, for Andi’s birthday.

6) What do you hope will happen tomorrow? I’ll be watching Sowoozoo again in the morning then celebrate Father’s Day. I might also do some early work so that my plate won’t be as full come Monday.

7) Are you going to wake up at home, or somewhere else? I’ll be at home.

8) If you don’t have any plans, what do you think you’ll end up doing? Hopefully more surveys because I haven’t taken a lot in one sitting in a while.

9) Do you have to get a work out in at some point? Nope.

10) Will you be working or studying at all? Yeah, I might.

#survey #surveys

[coronashmorona]

COVID-19 Isolation:

Day 0

For a day & a half, my husband (hereinafter “Hubs”) & I pondered (read: lowkey argued about) the boundaries & limitations we should be imposing on our selves & our kids given the increased prevalence of coronavirus in our area. Was avoiding everyone all weekend really necessary? Can we eat takeout food? Should our kids go to school on Monday? What about after-school activities? What about the fantasy baseball draft we were supposed to host next weekend? Or the slew of small children’s birthday parties scheduled for the coming weeks?

Hubs was already planning on working from home, which he does often the last few years after his firm moved to a “hoteling” style office. My work is very flexible part-time & gets done whenever I can fit it in around everyone else’s schedules, i.e. can also take place from home if needed. 

Then, today, we got word that all local schools will be closed for 2 weeks. So at least that’s settled. 

Now, we’re confronting the challenge of how to go about our daily lives under these strange new circumstances. Namely:

The need for some kind of scheduled routine. We have a first-grader & a preschooler. They are absolutely wonderful, but go entirely bonkers if we’re home without any structure. They’re also in completely different places as far as personality, temperament, & educational needs. 

First-grader (hereinafter “6yo”) is kind of a high-strung, type-A, preintellectual. She needs a full briefing about what’s happening every hour of every day. If plans change, she has a million questions about what the alteration entails. (If she’s conscious, she has a million questions, period.) She enjoys so many great activities - artistic pursuits, imaginative play, dancing, & really anything else that involves running around like a banshee - but constantly asks for TV time and/or a snack anyway. Historically, it’s been nearly impossible to set her up with an activity & walk away for more than 10 minutes; she’s just the sort of kid who needs/expects an adult caregiver to provide companionship, guidance, & answers at all times. I’m hoping that having an agenda mapped out for each day will remind her of school & she’ll be more amenable to doing things independently for a relatively short, set amount of time. I can also meet her halfway & do my work at the dining room table while she embarks on a quiet activity. Finally, it sounds like the school district is hatching a contingency plan for remote student learning, complete with daily homework posted online, which is comforting to say the least. 

Preschooler (”4yo”) is a rambunctious ball of energy, but tends to be pretty easygoing overall. If left to his own devices, he’ll wander over to his trains or his blocks or even a book & play on his own. The problem, of course, is that when left to his own devices for too long, he’s probably up to no good. His favorite pastime of late has been playing in Hubs’s office, using some old printers & other computer accessories to “build Robot Marty” (a.k.a. the robot that roams the aisles at Stop & Shop). This activity will be mostly off-limits while Hubs works from home - a deprivation that I’m sure will be ill-received & spawn all sorts of disruptive discovery missions, i.e. let’s see what happens when we stick the end of Mama’s headphones into the electrical outlet. Oyyy. My hope is that if I break out some toys he hasn’t used in a while, & a few shiny new (read: held in abeyance since his birthday) ones, he’ll amuse him accordingly while 6yo & I do our thing. 

Getting fed. I am really, really nervous about consuming commercially prepared food right now. The chances of contracting COVID-19 from it are small, but it doesn’t seem worth the risk. As it is, I’m a bit of a DIY food purist, frequently eschewing restaurant food for my own creations. I have a whole separate blog detailing my experiences with Whole30, in which I take my appreciation for clean-eating to the max in order to improve my health. Tl;dr I cook a lot of fresh veggies & lean meats & try to minimize the amount of processed foods in my diet. Doing this is hard enough under ~ordinary stressful circumstances, let alone a global pandemic. I’ve already slid into some unhealthy reflexive stress-eating that needs to be curtailed ASAP. 

The biggest point with this, I feel, is establishing a meal+snack schedule. Else, the kids will constantly be asking for things to eat, interrupting any hope of sticking to a playtime/learning/physical activity schedule. On certain days spent mostly at home, I feel like all I do is stand in the kitchen cutting fruit, & we will not survive the next few weeks if that’s how it’s gonna be. Granted, this is sometimes exacerbated by my own penchant to use a free minute here or there to chop & roast some Brussels sprouts or eggplant. But there has to be a point at which “oh look, Mom’s in the kitchen” doesn’t automatically translate to “let’s give her something else to do”.

A possible strategy to alleviate this involves cutting a bunch of fruit in advance, portioning it out, & storing it on a fridge shelf the kids can reach, so they can get it themselves. I don’t want to deprive them of food; we just feel that they shouldn’t be eating a constant stream of processed garbage. This is a particular risk for 6yo, who has the metabolism & appetite of a hummingbird & openly fixates on the constant quest for treats.

Dealing with life’s other extenuating circumstances. As others with young children can likely attest, our life is constantly in several different states of flux, limbo, and/or disarray. Some other things we’ve been dealing with lately and/or will be dealing with shortly:

Hubs’s dad is having a hip replacement tomorrow. Several people tried to talk him out of it, but he’s been having terrible sciatic pain for a long time & as long as the surgeon/hospital will have him he feels he needs to go ahead with it. Who will take care of him afterward, & whether/when we can visit, remain uncertain. LATE-BREAKING UPDATE: surgery cancelled. A relief insofar as one variable eliminated.

Last week I definitely herniated/tore something in my abdominal area while pulling the kids in a wagon, & need to see a doctor for that. I’m not thrilled with the idea of being in a highly-trafficked public place, but I also don’t want to put off getting myself looked at & aggravate the injury in the meantime. As it is, I’m trying not to lift heavy things (e.g., our 4-year-old) or spend too much time on my feet, but that in itself is a struggle. Right now my appointment is scheduled for a time at which Hubs has a very important (virtual) work meeting, so I need to reschedule it and/or find someone else who can watch the kids. I’m praying for the former outcome because it begs the question “Who should we be letting in the house?!”

We’re in the early stages of renovating our kitchen. This means that we’ve met with a few designers/contractors about possible layouts & options, inching towards finalizing a plan & selecting one of them to carry it out. It sounds like Hubs wants to move ahead with this process as before, but suffice to say my mental bandwidth is now sufficiently occupied with other shit. 

I’m always in the middle of 187 different things, & it feels like they’re all now on hold: purging the house of outgrown clothes & toys, organizing the basement, learning German, catching up on continuing legal education credits,

Processing the fear + existential woe. None of us have ever lived through anything like this. It is fucked up. I try to take comfort in the fact that the isolation protocols are empowering: by staying away from others who might be carrying the disease, we’re taking control of an uncertain situation. 

But there’s still so. much. uncertainty. Right now, the kids are scheduled to go back to school March 30th. Then their spring break will start on April 8th, to coincide with the start of Passover (as well as Holy Week & Easter). Last year, we hosted a seder for 18 people. Can we do that this time? I have tickets to one concert (locally) in late April, & to another (abroad) in early June - will either one actually be happening?!

These are, decidedly, #firstworldproblems. But I think I join the rest of humanity in being utterly pissed off & daunted by the whole ordeal. Until another few weeks pass, all we can do is wait. And wash our hands a lot. 🧼 💦 🙏🏼

#covid19 #coronavirus #social distancing #self isolation #parenting #kids

[manjuhitorie]

Hitorie’s unreleased concert recordings, are coming out on wowaka’s birthday

https://www.hitorie.jp/Loveless_IKI/

Hitorie’s full length DVDs of 2 concerts: The Loveless tour final and the IKI tour final in their full glory! It's region free and the release date is November, NOVEMBER, 4th. wowaka’s birthday.

The cover art has been unveiled, and the details of the bonus items have been divulged! 

The standard edition cover feautures wowaka in ai/SOlate T-shirt twanging his guitar! 

It comes with both concerts and an envelope with a lottery ticket for a chance to win a framed photo. It's cheaper and only comes with the 2 DVDs, the perfect piece! Regular edition DVD: via cdjapan

The limited edition cover features all members basked in laser lights! 

The complete special package comes with both concerts, a new special photobook of unreleased photos by cameraman Nishimaki Taichi, sticker replicas of the staff passes used for both tours, and an envelope with a lottery ticket for a chance to win a framed photo.  It’s also separated into Blu-ray and DVD, so make sure you buy the right one for your gear! DVD limited complete edition: via cdjapan   Blu-ray limited complete edition: via cdjapan Bonus pre-order items!!!

If you preorder from select stores you’ll receive a A2 size poster of the wowaka photo (Tower Records and CDJapan are sure to have it)!

Amazon preorders will include a 5 piece set of concert photo post cards! (Amazon hasn’t prepared a page yet though, I'll link it ASAP).

And preorders from the concert venue booths will nab you a Hitorie-chan themed ticket case. 

The track list is as follows

From Hitorie’s UNKNOWN-TOUR 2018 "Loveless" at EX THEATER ROPPONGI March 25th 2018 01. NAI. 02. Shinya 0-ji 03. Inperfection 04. One Me Two Hearts 05. Nichijou to Chikyuu no Gakubuchi 06. Bathtub and Sleepwalk 07. Eve Stepper 08. Loveless 09. Monocolor 10. Glare 11. Senseless Wonder 12. Unhappy Refrain 13. Social Clock 14. Namid[A]me 15. Talkie Dance 16. Unknown Mother Goose 17. Absolute Encore 1. Dancing Mannequin, Singing Fool Encore 2. Little Cry Baby

AND

From Hitorie’s National Solo Tour 2017 "IKI" at STUDIO COAST May 7th 2017 01. Heart Breath 02. One Me Two Hearts 03. Inperfection 04. Daydreamer(s) 05. Eve Stepper 06. Rularula 07. doppel 08. Lights in the Polar Night 09. Saihate 10. KOTONOHA 11. Hagure no Color 12. 5 Count Hello 13. Dancing Mannequin, Singing Fool 14. Shutter Doll 15. Little Cry Baby 16. Glare Encore 1. Kara no Waremono Encore 2. Senseless Wonder Encore 3. SisterJudy Encore 4. Montage Girl

"The full crowd bouncing around today was the best, I wish I could've shown everybody how crazy you guys looked. Please stick with us through future endeavors to come." After the IKI show in the DVD, ygarshy had said this.

And now.... that chance to see that day's craziness and follow their future is upon us, please do consider purchasing and dancing!!! And thank you for looking... 

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⚠️~~~⚠️~~~⚠️The rest of this post is unnecessary bonus manju material⚠️~~~⚠️~~~⚠️

I had report on the Loveless final compiled together from way back on March 28th 2019, so I’ll post it here again to give a small taste....!

●The stage lighting for Namid[A]me was apparently breathtaking, they made it look like it was actually raining, ●Yumao used a real gong for Social Clock. ●During Senseless Wonder yg went all the way over to snd’s side of the stage, stuck his body against his, and they played it out together. Then came the encore MC break.

●Yu started cheering himself on, while making flamboyant poses: "Yumaooooo!!  Oooh~!  WOooooOOah *rough voice* !!💪( ＞ω ＜💪)” Crowd: “You’re so cool~!” Yu: “Thank goo~ *Goes to a cutesy voice*” “You’re so cute~!” “Thank goo. Thank you!” SND: “Hey dude, they’re all callin’ ya cute and cool y’know.” Yu: “…(short pause) Thank goooo~~~”

wowaka: (laughing) We’re done, that's all we need for MC ahahaa.

●Leaving members stuck on what to ramble about, they’ve already talked so much throughout the whole tour, what’s left? So wo suggested that they do a re-cap on all those fun boring discussions they’ve had. Omnibus time. 

●Back when the Japan was collectively swept off their feet by the Olympic ice skater Yuzuru Hanyu-kun and his performance, wo had also praised him during MC.  Yet just thinking about him puts pressure on Yumao, it inspired Yumao to do his best. And as the next song on Rie’s set list was the inspirational Memai, he concentrated so hard, poured himself in and played super neatly, “Oh shit oh no oh shit, Hanyu-kun makes me nervous.” Yumao explained. 

●During the span of the tour SND fell off the stage way more then once... SND: “The skin on my back peeled off once too.” Yu “Eeeh?!” SND “Saying it peeeled all the way off is an overstatement but..” ”Well then the scab ripped off.” “Seriously?!” “But it healed nicely.” “Ahh” “After that, in Niigata, when I went to brandish my guitar up with a “pwooosh” towards the roof, it went bonking into my forehead.” ●SND’s middle finger had also stopped moving, (nerve palsy maybe??) During Talkie Dance there’s the “piropiropiro” where a “pero, pero” bit comes in between (Queue SND and Yuma singing the riff together), which is very straining. He has to press his fingers against the strings one by one to play it, he was scared but nonetheless. So Yuma watched him at the piropero part wondering “Oh no oh no is it gonna move? Is it moving today??””

When it came down to it his middle finger moved for him so thank goodness... (Manju comment: SND is this karma for all the times you gave the crowd the middle finger when they cheered your name,,, or flipped off girls who waved at you, or giving wo the middle finger a lot? God I love you)

●Yumao “Also ygarshy laughed ONCE!” “There was the one time I was talking nonstop (queue SND and Yumao making “blaghblergh” noises together to imitate him). When yga let out a chuckle, which made me super proud in front of everyone… I went Wahooo!!! but turns out it wasn’t because my story was funny or anything.  It was because yga was off on his own! Testing how many candies he could eat before we would shut up!” SND: “Did you chuckle because you finished the third candy?” yg: “Uhhh” SND: “Well tell us about it.” wowaka: “Is this the first time he’s talking?” yga: “See, I always think our encore MCs are… long. So I feel like having some candy. I was originally worried I wouldn’t be able to finish eating one in time, the song would start and turn into a problem, but.... it turned out that day’s had become the longest MC yet. I lost my inner bet, damn it, I thought. You guys really can talk. Three whole candies worth of talk! So I laughed, and Yumao thought I was laughing at hims story”

Yu: “Yeah yeah!! Honestly the story I had been telling didn’t have a punchline, so I just used your laugh as an escape.”

SND “Foolish” Yu “Yep” wowaka “Well that day the most” Crowd “laughing” Yumao “...Thank goo~ (laughing)” (Yumao you never have a punchline I swear to God I love you too)

●wowaka talked about the story from back when he used to be so so scared of standing in front of people. In middle school his teacher chose him to represent his class in the English speaking competition, yet he was so afraid that he just, went out to the podium crying hysterically. “I can’t talk English in front of everyone waghhh....”

But now he’s able to do >this<. He’s become such an adult. 

SND “I bet there wasn’t even as many people at the competition as there is people here today, haha and you’re able to even talk naturally here, eh, look at you.”

Yu: “Ahh even SND’s such a big boy now~.” SND: “Well we all have.” ●They announced the next nexUs tour at the Loveless tour final. “We just love doing shows” 

●Also Pre- Little Cry Baby emotional speech from wowaka.   “In living we find cool things and sparkling things, yet there’s moments when we betray those things, we worry if ahhh was I wrong with that, there’s so much of this, in actuality that’s all I do, yet still we’re made out of things we can’t throw away, that’s what I think, what is it! Like those sorta texture that have a paint dried over them, like things that are just superficial just… Those are things that I have NO FUCKING  interest in! Like it’s that, c’mON, with music, people are just humans!! trying to be, they’re trying to do what they can do! I have interest in things that only humans can do, some things that can even surpass human, and that’s what fuels me to do music. As long as you follow me, I feel like ,, I could go anywhere!!!!! thank you always, thank you for making me!! Thank you for being here!!!”

This was also the showing they used during the Memorial Service on June 1st… STAFF WE ARE GOING TO CRY “Thank you we were Hitorie, let’s definitely! *through deep breaths* definitely! Meet again!”

Also some from IKI

●wowaka’s mother came to this show.... As divulged in this interview. THE ORAL CIGARETTES had sent Rie flowers in celebration of the event, which were on display at the venue.... Shiohigari SND’s good friend went, also the Synth player of the band “the telephones” who took the picture that’s featured on this blog) went also! ●Before Shutter Doll Yumao did his signature, Yumao! Yumao! Yumao! cheer on rhythm with the familiar intro, but with “Final! Final! instead. Along with We’re ●Hagure no Color had snazzy band introductions molded in between it. ●wowaka had actually cried during Little Cry Baby..... It really is a song that’s so important to him.... I’m anxious to see the video... ●MC: One was wowaka talking about how thankful he is for everyone and everything about this IKI tour. wowaka “I don’t want it to to enddd!” SND “We’re been on this tour for 4 months, it’s been a long time though, it’s amazing, it’s a new record for us.” wowaka “Now what am I going to do with myself tomorrow.“ SND “Go back to our dark dark life...” wo “Why”

SND “You guys had been waiting outside all this time, how was it, was it cold, are you okay? Further crowd: “We were okay-! Closer crowed “(less voices) We were okay.” SND “So you guys were okay and you were cold, okay (laughing). Well if you were cold, then see this sweatshirt Leader is wearing.. please wear one too That thing is perf.  Crowd: “Woooah!!” SND: “Why the fuck ‘Woah.’ Even if you said you’re okay then still go buy one alright. Thanks..”

#ヒトリエ #wowaka #first photo is from the IKI show http://meetia.net/music/hitorie-iki-report/ #Nishimakiiiii #Hitorie

[corescorner]

Charmberry Cove Chapter Two

Chapter Title: Brothers

Wordcount: 3,133

AO3

Ch1

Taglist: @unsocialchapeau @aularei @softest-emo

“Remus!” Roman yells while storming into his twins room, who is lounging in the middle of his floor drawing something and also wearing Roman's hoodie. That is exactly why he's here. “Stop stealing my clothes!” He flails his arms towards his brother in emphasis.

 “Hmm, nope” Remus says popping the 'p' and not looking up from his drawing. Roman huffs, gesturing even more frantically at the other.

 “Are you wearing my pants?”

 “Maybe.”

 “You are insufferable. What else do you have of mine?”

 “Lots of stuff.”

 Roman stares Remus down, hands on his hips waiting for him to crack. Which he doesn't because he never does it's like he's impervious to being intimidated.

 “Stop. Stealing. My. Clothes” Roman enunciates after the glaring doesn't work, and that finally gets Remus to stop ignoring Roman's protests.

 He stops drawing his head slumps towards the floor and groans. “Uuuuuuuuugh, but Rooooooo.”

 “No. No 'but Ro' me mister! We've been through this” he stomps his foot as if to drive his point home.

 Remus slowly raises his head, looking up at Roman with a pout; Roman admits that he cracks a bit at the look.

 No, he needs to stay strong in his decision darn it!

 “Too bad” Remus announces.

 Roman steps back half a step making an incredulous noise, he can't believe he almost just felt sorry for his trash goblin brother.

 “Rude, you are a rude heathen is what you are” he says crossing his arms.

 “Well I don't have many clothes of my own yet that are comfortable enough for me to wear right now, so deal with it Broman.”

 Roman falters in his resolve.

 “Fine, but start asking first” he says as he saunters to his brothers side he sits next to him on the floor.

 “We should go shopping” he decides.

 Remus continues his drawing and hums “you should tell that to Mom. Look at my drawing!” he thrusts the sketchbook at Roman, who of course takes it; they are each other’s best critics after all.

 He stares at the pencil sketch, blinking at the image. It's good? It's weird. But that is the norm for Remus.

“What am I looking at here?” He asks pointing at a jar? Of some sort on the page. “Are these eyeballs?'

“Yep! It's based on my dream last night” Remus informs, Roman nods and points to something else that might be a tree.

“What exactly is this?” He asks and Remus lights up.

“That's a hand tree, it's very grabby” he says while making slow grabby hands, smile wide showing off his neon braces in full display.

Roman recalls when they got their braces maybe under a year ago, a couple months before their twelfth birthday; the doctor said that they'll probably have to have them for a couple years.

When asked what colours they wanted Roman chose to go full rainbow for his tooth accessories, and that is how he's choosing to think of them as.

Remus yelled out in the doctor’s office that he needed his to be glow in the dark neon green and they actually had that as an option much to Remus' delight.

They annoyed Roman for the longest time, still do honestly.

Remus took a weird liking to them immediately though, he said that the feeling was 'funny' and he liked the 'aesthetic' of them, whatever that meant.

Roman just thought that they hurt and took up too much space in his mouth.

Shaking himself out of his thoughts and still staring at his brothers dream picture.

“This is one for The Wall then. Do you need to add any colour to this one?” he asks.

Remus snatches the sketch book back “yea, red!” he replies.

Roman nods, a lot of his dream pictures tend to only have red in them.

As Remus fills in the parts that need red, Roman stares at The Dream Wall. That's what they call the wall that Remus' bed is against, the wall itself is filled with pages upon pages of sketches, on all types of papers in differing colour schemes, from full coloured ones to black and white sketches. Most however only have red accents to them.

“We should go shopping today, I'll ask Patton and Looogan if they want to come with us” he smirks at his brothers now watching eyes.

“Logan too? He doesn't like shopping.”

“Mm, but he's our friend and he'd probably enjoy it nonetheless” he says as he takes out his keyboard flip phone. His first phone, Mom said that they should be able to get in touch with her and each other just in case, so they both got one two months ago for their birthday. Patton and Logan already had phones, Patton got his first one a while ago; Thomas always likes to know where his baby brother is. And Logan is very responsible so his parents didn't see why not.

“How much allowance money do you have?” Roman asks.

Remus slowly looks to him.

Roman sighs.

“You have been saving up like we said we would right?”

“Yes?” Remus says sitting up “but probably definitely not as much as you have.”

“How much do you have?”

“Maybe fifty bucks.”

Roman sighs again. “We've been saving for months, what have you been spending it on? Never mind I don't wanna know” he puts his hand over Remus' open mouth.

“We'll just go to the thrift store then” Roman decides as Remus licks his hand to make it move from his face. “Oh ew, you so did not have to slobber on me” Roman whines, Remus laughs but otherwise ignores Roman's pout.

“You say that like we weren't going to go to the thrift store to begin with.”

“Shush you! I need to text our friends!”

Remus sticks his tongue out at him, going back to adding red to his drawing.

Opening his text option he sends Patton and Logan their own texts.

 Pattycake:

-Hey Puffball, me and Rem want to go thrift shopping today, care to join us?

 Logos:

-Hey Nerd! We wanna shop wanna come along?

 Logan is the first to reply to Roman's text, he usually always is the fastest to answer; he doesn't like having backed up messages.

 Logos:

-I am sorry Roman I cannot make it today, I am otherwise engaged in an activity with my parents. Perhaps another day?

 “Pff, the little nerd is out” Roman informs Remus, he sees him shrug from the corner of his eye as Patton’s reply comes in.

  Pattycake:

-aww! that sounds like so much fun! but i cant im helping a friend move. maybe tomorrow if you wanna wait for me?

-Helping a friend move?

 -yea! ill tell you guys about it tomorrow okay? i havta go.

-Alright, have fun with that.

 “That's weird, Patton is helping his friend move?” The concept of Patton helping a friend move isn't what confuses Roman, he can see it perfectly well, Patton helps anyone he can. It's just that... Who is there to move?

“Who's moving?”

“I have no idea, but he said that he's down to do this shopping thing tomorrow, so I'll just text our nerd back and inform him of that.”

 Logos:

-You're free tomorrow right, wanna come then?

-Affirmative, that sounds adequate. I shall see you tomorrow

 For someone who is 'otherwise engaged in an activity' he sure answered that quickly.

And now that that's settled, they're going shopping tomorrow.

If they can get a ride to the next town over that is.

“I'm gonna go ask Mom if she can drive us tomorrow” Roman says, getting up and dusting himself off.

Remus ignores him being fully concentrated on the gore splattering his page his tongue caught between his teeth as he tries to get a blood puddle the right tones of red.

He leaves his brothers room to look for their mother, which was rather easy considering she's sitting at the kitchen table.

He stands in the doorway to the kitchen, looking at her work, she shuffles some papers around.

“What do you need sweetheart?” She asks without taking her eyes off of the page she's scowling at,  then sighs and puts it down. “I need a break, want some lunch? Do you know if your brother is hungry?”

He shrugs, “probably, but I came down to ask if you can drive us to the town over for some shopping tomorrow?”

She sighs as she gets some sandwiches ready, “I'm sorry My Little Prince, that's almost an hour long drive and I have to work all day tomorrow, I need to get this out to my editor by Monday.”

Roman nods “it's alright Mama, I'll figure something out.”

“Oh hey” she perks up, “I know for a fact that Thomas is doing absolutely nothing tomorrow, why don't you ask him?”

Roman's cheeks pink a bit. “Great idea Mother, I shall text Patton to ask him for us.”

She hugs him as she hands him two sandwiches, a bag of chips and two water bottles.

Roman bounds up the stairs with the food, and freezes in Remus' doorway.

“What are you doing?” He asks his twin who just so happens to be halfway out of his bedroom window, he’s backwards and upside down, his legs holding on to the windowsill.

Roman sets the food on the bed and rushes to hold Remus' ankles.

“Hanging out of the window!” Remus yells.

“Yes, I can see that but why?”

“Why not?” Remus rebuttals.

“It's dangerous to start with. You can seriously hurt yourself is why not!” He scoffs honestly, Remus really needs to stop giving Roman heart attacks, he might actually kill him with it one day from what he puts Roman through.

“That's why I have you silly!” Remus flails his arms up towards Roman as if that was the most obvious thing.

“What?” Roman asks.

“Well, you'll always be here to help me, you're The Prince, you'll always save me” he states matter of factually.

Roman's chest squeezes at his brothers pure faith in his capabilities and assurance that they'll always be there for each other.

“Okay, well take this as me saving you right now then and get inside here and away from the window, we are on the second floor you absolute heathen.”

Remus laughs out as he begins to pull himself up, but just falls back down and his laughter doubles after Roman hears a thump.

“Hey Ro? I can't get up.”

Roman stares at his brother in disbelief before his own laughter escapes him in peals.

~0~

The next day has come and Remus is excited about the days plan. Usually he doesn't care for shopping, too much waiting around and too many rules to follow. But this is with his friends and that's a whole different situation.

And fucking around in thrift stores is fun.

Jumping out of bed and pulling on Roman's hoodie that he was wearing yesterday back on is as much as he's gonna get dressed considering he slept in yesterday’s pants, so he's good for today.

Banging on Roman's door proves to be amusing for him and annoying for his twin. Roman opens the door, clothes and hair dishevelled an annoyed look across his face.

Remus waggles his eyebrows “you got someone in there Ro?”

“You just woke me up you idiot. It's too early to leave what are you doing?”

“What? No it's not, it's almost ten! Get dressed bitch. Or don't, either way” he shrugs.

“Don't let Mom hear you swear” Roman mumbles sleepily and adds “Thomas said he'd drive us after lunch.”

He pushes his way past Remus to get to the bathroom and closes the door before Remus can utter anything else.

Fine.

Logan is probably awake, he'll just bother him.

Lego:

-Hey BiTcH you comin with today yea?

-Good morning Remus, yes I am indeed going to be 'chilling' with everyone today. I informed Roman of this yesterday, did he not pass on the information?

-Sweet! Just confirming! I'm bored Roman is being boring entertain meeeeeeeeeee

-Roman is one of the least boring people I have ever been in the presence of. Though I guess that could be said for all of you. I don't know how I deal with it.

-Shuuut up you love uuus!

-Quite.

-Are you sufficiently entertained?

-why got somthin somthin to be doin over there?

-Not at this very moment I do not.

-ThEN keep talkn to me nerd, tell me nerd stuff

-Very well. What would you like to know today?

 Remus thinks on this, he and Logan do this often when Remus needs a distraction, and Logan is always glad to rattle off some knowledge, especially if he's highly fascinated by the subject matter. Logan can make anything interesting anyway, it's in the way he enunciates with hand gestures and how he explains things.

Remus can listen to nerd shit for forever if Logan was the one talking. It just calms his thoughts.

 Lego:

-Do you have a subject matter you wish to know about or would you like me to just tell you random facts?

-OH HOW ABOUT old torture methods!

 -Ah, that is actually very fascinating to look at through the ages.

-Would you like me to break it down for you or just fun facts for today?

-FuuuuuUN fACts!

-Very well. Did you know that one method was to take an elephant, getting it to slowly crush all the bones in ones limbs before inevitably crushing the person’s skull? Very babaric.

-Was that a Babar pun?

-I, what? No. It was simply a typo.

-I won't tell Paaaaatton your secrets saafe with me

They text back an forth like this for a while. Logan telling him facts on whatever Remus' mind jumps to in that moment.

Roman walks into the living room where Remus is lounging upside down on the couch with his feet up in the air.

“Is Mom gone?” He asks rubbing a towel through his wet hair.

“Ymmmhm” Remus answers he’s not really paying attention to Roman, he has the stuff Logan is sending him to read.

“You talking to Looooogan?” Roman sing songs while setting his arms on the back of the couch to lean on them, looking at Remus expectantly with his eyebrows raised.

Remus kicks him in the head.

He was literally (metaphorically) asking for it, standing in the exact right position for Remus' foot to connect to Roman's head.

“Hey!” Roman squawks, “I just took a shower I do not need your grody feet in my hair!”

“Well you shouldn't be in kicking distance now should you” he shoots at his twin.

Roman huffs, walking out of Remus' sight into the kitchen and comes back with a muffin. For both of them, well that's nice of him.

A muffin thwacks off of his forehead, making him drop his phone on to his face. His phone and the muffin are now on the floor and Roman is in the background laughing his ass off.

Okay, not nice of him then.

He throws his body to the side and flops off of the couch to grab both items. Double chocolate muffin though, score.

“Thomas will be here in an hour or so” Roman informs him.

He wiggles his eyebrows “you been talkin to Thooomas a lot lately brother dear? How scandalous.” He puts his hand to his mouth in mock shock.

Roman splutters “Ugh. Ugh, Remus. Please. He's basically Moms age. And for your information, it’s Patton that's been informing me so ha!”

“Doesn't mean you don't have a cruuuuuuush” he sings.

“Shut up. Go get dressed.”

“I am dressed.”

“You wore that yesterday!”

“Your point?”

“You. Wore that. Yes. Ter. Day.”

“You can't repeat yourself to prove a point.”

“I can if that's my whole point! Which it is cause I can not believe that I need to say it more than once to prove it!”

Remus rolls his eyes “no one caaaaaaaaares.”

“Logan would” Roman mutters.

“Give me some clothes then.”

“Wha- bu- euhhhuuuhuhh.” Roman whines out articulately.

“I'm kidding!” Remus says brightly and Roman relaxes. “I'm not changing” he says in a more serious tone and Roman deflates and whines again.

 ~

The hour-ish goes by pretty quickly, with Roman putting on where they left off from Full Metal Alchemist and about halfway through the third episode that's playing the doorbell rings.

The twins open the door to Patton’s smiling face.

“Heya guys! You ready to go shopping!” He bounces in place, giving off waves of pure happiness. Well he's extra happy today, and everyone would have noticed even if he didn't have his gift.

“Hell yea!” Remus shouts loudly as Roman locks the door behind them.

Logan is already seated in the back of Thomas' car and Remus gets in before Roman could so he can sit next to him. Patton climbs into shotgun so he can be in front with his brother.

“Hey guys” Thomas greets them as they buckle and settle in the seats.

“Thomas!” Roman crows “how's my favourite theatre teacher?”

Thomas chuckles “I'm not your teacher yet Roman, school hasn't started.”

Roman scoffs “it starts next week, we're practically there.”

Thomas starts the car and drives out of their driveway.

Its funny watching Roman's attempted flirting with Thomas, cause he so doesn't know what he's doing and Thomas obviously doesn't reciprocate so it just goes over the older man’s head every time Roman tries.

There's mischief in Thomas' eyes and Remus isn't the only one who catches it, he shares a look with Logan then glances to his brother to see his reaction, no doubt it'll be hilarious.

“Well Roman” Thomas begins and Roman perks up, “how do you even know that you'll be qualified for theatre?” He asks 'innocently'.

Patton snickers at his brother and lightly slapping his arm. “Tommy” he softly chastises.

Roman makes the loudest most offended noise Remus has ever heard him make; and they live together.

Logan smiles and Remus loudly chortles at his brother’s expense.

“I'm kidding Ro, I'm sure your audition will blow everyone’s socks off” Thomas says to calm the spluttering prince.

“I'm insulted that you even need me to audition, hasn't my whole life been enough of an audition for you?” Roman says flippantly.

“I can't play favourites Roman” Thomas says.

Patton giggles, “pun intended?” He asks.

“Of course” Thomas replies.

Roman perks up “I'm your favourite?” He asks giddily. Remus snorts, Roman elbows him.

“He just said he didn't do favourites Roman. Listen up” Logan interjects.

“Shut your boyfriend up” Roman whispers to him and he elbows Roman harder than he did to Remus.

The rest of the ride goes similarly and they make it to the other town in what seems like no time.

#thomas sanders #sanders sides #roman sanders #remus sanders #valerie torres #patton sanders #logan sanders #virgil sanders #deceit sanders #remy sanders #Emile Picani #dice sanders #ts roman #ts remus #ts logan #ts patton #ts virgil #ts deceit #ts sleep #ts emile #ts dice #sanders sides fic #charmberry au #coresfic

[hollygreenmantles]

meet HOLIDAY CLARISSA GREENMANTLE, she has been living in milton for twenty two years and is generally known around town for being responsible and obsessive. the twenty two year old, is apparently a chef but you didn’t hear that from me. when i think of him i think of: meticulously colour coded notes, adjusting things ever so slightly until they’re perfect, returning a love letter with the grammar corrected.   -   zoey deutch, cisfemale, she/her as written by pepper, 23, est, she/her.

ABOUT THE MUN.  me reading my own posts: hmm..  that’s an embarrassing thing 2 post on the internet

you know who it is. *jason derulo vc* jASon dERulO! but no really i have never been more ashamed of jason derulo than i was as i watched cats. and i have never been more sad for magneto than when i was watching cats. magneto deserved better, but jason... god, we deserved beter. anyways, it’s 2am and i’m rambling shall we talk about holly. 

BIO. “live fast die young bad girls do it well” i sing as i organize my sock drawer at 9:30pm on a friday night

i’m gonna tell you from now that this is gonna be a lot shorter than cass’ because holly is a brand spanking new muse and idk what i’m doing 

so holly is the mayor’s daughter and she has been ever since she can remember?? literally can’t remember a time when her mom wasn’t in charge of the town meetings, when she wasn’t walking around town hall like she owned it, and when the pressures of that weren’t placed on her shoulders. 

honestly grew up in town hall. was waddling around the place in diapers. but when she wasn’t in town hall she was growing up in the big greenmantle house on the top of the hill, right by the beach with that sweet, sweet seaside view. yeah they were rich rich and the greenmantles have been in milton for like?? ever?? probably settled down here in revolution or something. when discusing the history of milton their name comes up basically, and holly simply had to get used to all the kids in the class turning in their seats to gawk at her when it did. so yeah, they were big rich and holly grew up with that silver spoon in her mouth that she honestly never quite figured out how to take it out. 

honestly it’s not that holly was spoiled but... she was??? she’s wanted for nothing all her life but her parents like love and attention, which she never got btw, rip for her. her mother was always working, a fact that drove her father to cheating. with her mother’s young hot secretary. when holly was like ??? two??? it was a big town scandal, made all the more scandalous by the fact that said secretary got pregnant. and that not only did her dad decide to stay in town, but he also decided to build a place right next door to theirs. yup. holly could see her dad and his new family right through her kitchen window if she wanted to. yeah it was fucked up. ~ just small town things ~

honestly the tea is that it was probably this and the sympathy that the town had for holly’s mom that led to her being re elected again. and again. and again. and again. and probably next election too tbh, because greenmantles don’t lose. they never lose. 

so holly was raised with that mentality. she had to win no matter what the competition. if it was school, holly had to be the best in her class. popularity contests, holly had to be prom queen, or queen of the summer masquerade, or may queen. and when it came to family, she had to beat her sister. always. at everything. otherwise her mother would feel like a failure, and therefore holly would be that failure. 

it was kind of a weird way to grow up, just surrounded by all that pressure constantly by holly thrived under it kind of. like she managed and she even blossomed. holly was the perfect child from ages 0-22. she never did anything wrong. honestly she would almost be considered like a robot if it wasn’t for how fucking hard she tried to be that. like she busted her ass to get where she is, and even if she was falling apart internally on the outside she could never have anyone know. she wanted to be perfect. she needed to be perfect. 

holly learned how to cook from some of the staff at her family home, and she loved it immediately. it was something that relaxed her from her normally high strung state. something that pretty innocently made her happy and made her unwind. despite holly doing everything in her power to excel academically, cooking was the only thing she really loved you know. it was something that brought her joy. but it wasn’t until holly had gone through four years of a law undergrad the she realized it was what she wanted to do for a living. 

but her mother wasn’t having it. she wanted holly to follow in her footsteps and become the next mayor of milton. she wanted her to stay in the family business basically, and nothing holly said could change her mind. she wouldn’t pay for holly’s culinary school or even allow holly access to her trustfund money to pay for the whole thing herself. it wasn’t the first time that holly was pushed to bend to her mother’s strict rules, but she wanted it to be the last. 

so. now she’s rebelling. she’s paid someone in town to pretend to be her partner just to rile her mom up and put a bit of pressure on her for once to finally give her what she wants, aka her trustfund money that is rightfully hers or even just the money her grandfather left her in the will. this fake relationship will likely be with someone who is maybe a bit less like picturesque than holly?? like someone her parents wouldn’t approve of basically so if you think your muse fits that vibe than come get your juice, let’s fake relationship plot my dudes!!

PERSONALITY.  imma fill this in tomorrow but she’s basically a mix of monica geller and rachel green like that’s the vibe honestly. got a pony for her birthday but also needs to be the best at everything, cleans obsessively, like that’s the vibe. 

HEADCANNONS.  this too.

WANTED CONNECTIONS.  also this.

#h.g. | bio.