#Made in Hawaii Fashions

[starscelly]

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[boulahlib]

Celebrate with us the bravery of our soldiers, sailors, and airmen during the cowardly attack on Pearl Harbor on December 7 during World War II. It remembers the sacrifices of the warriors of that time who fought in World War II against Japan. This beautifull

[dravenscroft]

So my wife and I are working on a long fic that's a Terror modern AU set in a secondary school. My wife is a teacher and has experienced The Horrors of crappy schools being taken over by academy trusts and becoming weirdly corporate firsthand. We're like 50k into it and it'll probably be like 60k? I think? Anyway we're uploading it on my Ao3 soon but here's a brief rundown of some of the highlights:

Crozier is the new joint head of school, he's been moved there against his will to work alongside Fitzjames, the 'Head of Data', which Crozier thinks isn't a real job.

Franklin is the Executive Head but he's NEVER at the school, he's always busy at head office and has no idea what chaos goes down.

Fitzjames used to be a drama teacher until he got promoted up. He hasn't taught in years and so Crozier has zero respect for him...at first.

Little is the exhausted head of English and he is regularly being verbally abused by the children. He is having a Bad Time.

Hodgson is the music teacher. Irving is the art teacher.

Collins is the maths teacher...he has had a sniffle since the start of the year...he is maybe over medicating with Lemsip and cough medicine in an effort to keep coming to work.

Goodsir is the bright-eyed NQT biology teacher. He is still full of wonder and hope. Oh, to see the UK education system 'with eyes as an NQT...'

Stanley is the head of science. He is not full of wonder and hope. Obviously.

Blanky is the geography teacher who has been there since forever and doesn't take any shit. He's beloved by the kids but they also rightly fear him because he will tell them what for if they misbehave. He also has NO concept of professional corporate speak in emails. He will tell it like it is.

...Oh yeah, there's emails in there too. It's partly epistolary.

Jopson is the highly competent office worker for the school reception. He WILL find a way to schedule the unscheduleable, he WILL handle any difficult parent that comes his way, and he WILL answer every email in a timely fashion.

He works alongside Billy of course, who doesn't want to be there, except maybe for the gossip.

Bridgens takes on the work of several as is normal in a terrible school...he's librarian, and the first-aider, and a TA, along with his husband Peglar who is also a TA.

Tozer is the disillusioned P.E teacher who USED to enjoy his job until Heather left and took another job on the other side of the country and the Academy (Admiralty Trust) took over...now he hates his job and is totally checked out.

And then of course there's Hickey...a problematic parent who has made bringing down Crozier and the school his primary goal. It was very hard to imagine Hickey with a kid but we came to the decision that his daughter was born when he and the girl's mother were like 15, a one-time fling before he figured out his sexuality, and he has Regretted It Ever Since because good GOD this man doesn't want to be a father. He only has her on weekends and isn't in contact with her mother at all. He WANTED to run off to Hawaii like in canon but then his kid's mother said she'd chase him to the ends of the earth for child maintenance if he did. He is NOT a good father, this troubled, angry teenage girl lives off takeaway and pot noodles and they mostly just try to avoid each other when she's at his scummy little flat. HOWEVER, because Hickey is all about his ego, when there are Issues with his daughter at school Hickey takes it as a slight against HIM, and makes revenge his goal.

His daughter also features, she's a 'managed move' student who was nearly expelled from her last school for bringing in a knife. She's very troubled and terrorises the teachers (she's referred to as 'a little terror' in one of the emails...) but she also ends up bonding a little with Crozier, who tries his hardest to turn things around for her. It's just too bad her father wants to cause Problems rather than do anything to ACTUALLY help her.

Anyway yeah. It's mostly comedic but with a few serious issues tackled (like the obvious neglect this girl experiences, for one) - it's mostly been a way for my teacher wife to rant about Academy schools and just the general failings of the UK school system lmao. There is Social Commentary involved.

Anyway it's Coming Soon.

[cherrycola27]

Red, White, and Rooster

Series Warnings: Language, alcohol consumption. Enemies to lovers, relationship of convenience. Political situations. Allegations of affairs, military and political inaccuracies. Eventual smut. 18+ Minors DNI. Banner Credit: @thedroneranger

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Chapter 1: The Election

The news of Bradley's heroism spread like wildfire across the media outlets, causing him and Jake to sky rocket in the polls.

Two weeks later, it was Election Day. You were up bright and early, putting the finishing touches on his victory speech. You didn't prepare one if he lost, that wasn't going to happen.

You'd been keeping track, and with all the early votes counted, Bradley had a slight lead. You watched results come in all morning.

At 9:30, you, Bradley, Jake, and the rest of the campaign staff went to the polls to vote. You were buzzing as you clicked the box next to his name.

You'd been busy all morning fielding phone calls, sending emails, and answering questions. The only thing keeping you going was iced coffee and sheer adrenaline.

It was approaching 1pm, and Bradley noticed he hadn't seen you eat anything all day. He came over to your desk with a sandwich and a bottle of water.

"Can't have my main girl passing out on me." He said as he placed them on your desk.

You rolled your eyes but thanked him before shoveling down your food.

When the polls closed at six on the East Coast, Bradley and Jake's lead had increased. The three of you sat with baited breath as one by one, the news outlets from across the nation announce the official closing of the polls. Once the West Coast polls had closed, you still had another three hours to wait until Hawaii and Alaska closed, but you knew the six total electoral votes they held wouldn't matter. Especially when California declared their winner.

Bradley and Jake were sitting comfortably at 238, either projected or confirmed electoral votes. Even if, by some chance, they didn't win California, their opponents wouldn't have enough to overtake them to win.

It's exactly 2:13 in the morning D.C. time when the official announcement is made.

The office was quiet. You'd sent everyone home for the night. You, Bradley, and Jake had stayed huddled in your office. Jake had just stepped to the bathroom when the news came through.

Bradley Nicholas Bradshaw was the president-elect and will be the 47th president of the United States. He had done it. You had done it.

You and Bradley jumped up and down, screaming your heads off like a bunch of kids. You went to hug him, but in a moment, that caught you off guard. He grabbed your face and kissed you.

You both froze as he pulled away. "I—uh— sorry—" He stuttered.

"It's fine. We just got caught up in the excitement. No harm, no foul." You brushed it off. "We can pretend it didn't happen. No worries." You smiled at him.

You turned away to watch the announcement again and to answer your phone. Your mom was calling you to congratulate you. You missed the flash of hurt that crossed his face.

"I heard the yelling from down the hall! Did we do it? Did we win?" Jake bursts into the room out of breath from running.

"Yeah, man, we did." Bradley tells him in a sullen voice.

"Did something happen while I was gone?" Jake asks, looking between you on your phone and Bradley.

"No, I'm just—" Bradley shakes his head. He doesn't know what to say.

"Rooster, you're going to be the fucking president! Smile! Scream! Cheer! Call Maverick and the gang while I get the bubbly!" Jake shakes him before heading to the kitchen. "We won the fucking White House!" Jake cheers as he heads down the hall.

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After the election, you stepped into your roll of Cheif of Staff seamlessly. You made sure everything was ready for inauguration day, which was finally here.

An unexpected perk of your new position was the clothes that came with it. With you being in the public eye, fashion brands were reaching out to send you clothes all the time. It came in handy for days like today.

For Bradley's inauguration, you were wearing an Alexander McQueen coat dress in a lavender shade. It had an asymmetrical skirt and pearl button details. You'd paired it with a nude pair of Jimmy Choo pumps, pearl earrings, and a set of simple layered silver necklaces. You'd taken care to make sure Jake and Bradley coordinated with you. Purple had been a theme during their campaign, and you planned to continue that during their term.

You were waiting with Bradley, Jake, and a few other officials when a member of the inaugural planning team came up to the three of you.

"Excuse me, Ms. Wiseman, Mr. Bradshaw, Mr. Seresin. We seem to have a problem." He spoke.

"What? Is there a security threat?" You asked, ready to take action if needed.

"No, ma'am, a logistical issue. We have no one to hold the Bible." He clarified.

"What?" Bradley furrowed his brows. You sighed. How could you have forgotten that.

He looks at you for clarification as you explain, "Traditionally, the First Lady holds the Bible or sacred text that the new president gets sworn in upon. But you don't have a First Lady. So I guess we could get—"

"You're going to hold it for me." Bradley states, cutting you off before you can say anything else.

"Excuse me?" You look at him baffled.

"I said you're going to hold it for me." He crosses his arms over his chest in a matter of fact way.

"Why? Because I'm the highest ranking member of your team or because I'm a woman who needs to fill a specific gender role?" You shoot back at him.

"Because I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you. You made this possible." He tells you. Your gaze softens, and you relax your shoulders.

"Fine." You sigh. You don't have the time to argue with him.

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You can't hear the crowd over the rush of blood in your ears. You're standing on the steps of the Capital Building, Bible in hand, just as Bradley is about to be sworn in. He places his hand on the cover, and you give him a smile as he repeats the oath of office.

Cameras click and flash, and it takes everything in your power not to jump up and down as soon as the Cheif Justice shakes his hand and says "Congratulations Mr. President."

It was real. It had happened. You had done it. You let out a sigh that you had been holding in for over a year as you put on a picture-perfect smile for the camera before getting ready for the inaugural parade.

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After the parade, your things have been moved into your room in the White House. You'd been given the Queen's Room. You rolled your eyes when you heard that was where you would be living, but you were thankful to have your own tucked away area to yourself.

You were finishing getting ready for the inaugural ball. You'd traded out your lavender suit for a deep burgundy, off the shoulder ballgown. It had a tasteful slit, and most importantly, pockets for you to keep your phone and other necessities in with out having to worry about a purse.

Your hair was swept up in a low bun. You'd paired the outfit with delicate diamond earrings and a diamond tennis bracelet. You worn classy makeup, but a red lip, the same shade of your dress, adorned your face.

You had just fixed your earpiece to make sure it was out of sight when you heard a knock on your door.

"Come in!" You called out as you fiddled with an earring in the mirror.

"Hey, I—wow." Bradley stepped in. He paused to take in your appearance. Sure he'd seen you dressed up before, but nothing like this.

"You look beautiful." He told you with a twinkle in his eye.

"Thank you." You smiled at him. He had come in here for a reason, but now he couldn't remember what it was. Every thought in his brain went away the the moment your red lips quirked up into a smile.

"Is there something I can help you with, Mr. President?" You goaded him.

"Oh—urm—my tie." He gestured to it. "You always tie my tie." He looked at you sheepishly.

You let out a breathy laugh before striding across the room to help him.

Your perfectly manicured fingernails made quick work of his tie. "It's black this time." He remarked.

"Thought a black bow tie would go nicely with your tuxedo." You tell him. "And you're wearing red. What happened to the purple?" He joked with you.

"I'm wearing burgundy, which is a purple based red." You shoot back, cutting your eyes to look up at him. "Plus, you're official now. We can change it up some. Alright, all done. You look good, Mr. President." You pat his chest and step back.

He catches your wrist before you can walk away. "Wait! I have something for you. A thank you gift." He says.

He reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a long velvet box. He opens in. Inside is a beautiful, oval diamond pendant on a thin silver chain.

"Bradley!" You breathe out. "It's beautiful, but it's too much. I can't accept it." You tell him.

"You can, and you will." He says sternly. "You got me the Oval Office. Thought I'd get you something oval, too." He grins.

"Help me put it on?" You ask him. He nods his head as you move to stand in front of the mirror.

He carefully takes it out of the box and comes to stand behind you. He pauses for a moment and swallows thickly before brushing a few stray hairs from your neck. He doesn't miss the small hitch in your breath.

He brings the chain around you. You hold it in place as he hooks the clasp. His fingers linger for just a moment. You smile at him in the mirror. Your perfume fills his noses. His senses are overwhelmed. He thinks about how easy it would be right now to lean down and place a kiss to the spot where your neck meets your shoulders.

Another knock at the door and a voice in your earpiece causes both of you to jump.

You clear your throat as both of you move to exit.

The party is in full swing when you step onto the stage. The room gues quiet as you walk up to the podium.

"Ladies and gentlemen," you being. "It is my pleasure to introduce to you, President Bradley Bradshaw and Vice President Jacob Seresin!" The crowd applaudes as then men stride out.

They both give speeches and mingle for a bit.

You're happily sipping on champagne when the coordinator for the evening comes up to you. "Ms. Wiseman, it's time for the president's first dance." She informs you.

"No, you must be mistaken. We decided not to do a first dance, seeing as there is no First Lady." You tell her.

"Ma'am, the president himself specifically requested this at the beginning of the evening." She insists.

You groan and set your champagne down. "Where is he?" You ask her. She quickly tells you his location, and you brush past her to find him.

"Y/N! There you are!" Bradley smiles at you. "When were you planning on telling me you changed the schedule? Who are you even going to dance with?" You scold him.

"You." He says. "What? No! I already held the Bible for you. I have filled my stereotypical gender role for the day! I have emails to send and calls to return!" You yell at him.

Before you can do anything else, he snatches your phone out of your hand and tucks it into his suit pocket.

A low warning sound, similar to a growl, leaves your throat as you stare daggers at him.

"Relax. One dance and you can have it back." He tells you. You flare your nostrils and take a deep breath.

"Fine." You grumble out. He takes your arm and loops it around his as he escorts you out to the crowd.

He sweeps you around the room as "I've Had the Time of My Life" is played by the string quartet.

As soon as the music is over, something more lively is played, and everyone joins you on the dance floor. True to his word, he gives you back your phone. As the night winds down, the secret service assures you that they have everything under control and they will come find you if something happens.

You thank them and sneak off from the party. Once you're back in the safety of your room, you press your back against the door and sigh.

One day down, one thousand four-hundred sixty to go.

So I just wanted to say thank you for the love the prologue got! I hope yall enjoyed chapter 1!

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[rubberduckyrye]

I'd like to point to interpretation that Angie isn't portrayal of a native Polynesian islander because almost all the evidence around her character and what she says suggests she's not living in a village that has cult-like practices, but that she is in a straight up cult and is unaware of it. It explains a lot of stuff from the odd monotheism, why her "village" seems to only employ seemingly dark web shipping company, the police apparently bothering her "village" or her having an English name.

Referencing this Ask

I mean. That is one interpretation, sure, but to deny the fact that Angie is heavily coded to be Polynesian/Native Hawaiian is unfortunately ignoring the problem. Which is the problem I am trying to address itself.

Right in her promotional art, you can see that Angie is carving a statue--and it heavily resembles a tiki statue. Specifically this kind of Tiki Statue. Though since it is unfinished, it could be a full body version, but I digress.

She also mentions living on an island.

And the "natural disaster" that made the island smaller--that is probably heavily inspired by how Hawaii was used by US military and bombed frequently--which, naturally, made the islands smaller.

She also greets people in Salmon mode with "Alola," which is a reference to Pokemon Sun and Moon, which has it's main location heavily based off of Hawaii. Alola is a butchered way of saying "Aloha", which is a Hawaiian greeting.

Also, Angie having an English name matches with historical oppression in Hawaii. Where Hawaiians were forced to name their children with Christian White names and their Hawaiian names be their middle names. It was literally a law, at least, according to Wikipedia, for quite some time. (The fact that this is not easily verifiable is the very reason why having this discussion is so important--and why people need to stop trying to avoid the conversation.)

I understand the desire to want to dismiss the fact that she is a racist caricature because it sucks to enjoy a character who is one. I get it. However--trying to deny the fact that she is heavily coded to be Native Hawaiian/Polynesian is just sweeping the racism under the rug, and is a major problem when you have people like me who want to discuss the topic and how one should handle rectifying the canon narrative's bigotry.

The mere fact that she is so heavily coded to be Native Hawaiian/Polynesian makes the whole cult thing part of the racist caricature. Indigenous people (especially Indigenous Polynesian cultures) are subject to extreme racist stereotypes that include human sacrifices and savagery--and while Angie's culture isn't developed in canon enough to know for sure if it was truly as savage as, say, the King Kong Indigenous folk, the cult behaviors are a sort of "cousin" to that savagery. We as a society see human sacrifices as barbaric, as savage, and even when in a cult setting, we still present these topics in that fashion.

I'm sorry, anon--but I'm going to ask you only this one time to not derail the conversation I'm trying to start. I understand that there are interpretations that help explain away the bigotry--and this is one legitimate way to deal with bigotry in canon media, or so I've been told--but what I want is a full blown discussion on the subject. I don't want people trying to tell me "Oh b-b-but she can't be a racist Caricature, because (X)!" Because that is dismissing the problem to begin with.

This is a problem. This is a discussion about racism in V3's narrative. There is no getting around it--no matter how much you explain away the writing with headcanons and theories, these problems are still here.

So please stop trying to sabotage my desire for a discussion.

I'm going to note that I LOVE Angie as a character. I think that, when you remove the racism in her character stories, you have a very interesting and compelling female character of color who's intelligence rivals that of the smartest V3 characters. These aspects of her character I adore--but to ignore the racism, for me, is to just turn away from the problem and, in turn, contribute to the racist way fandom treats these kinds of characters.

So let me speak. Let me find people who will talk to me about it. Let me grow and learn. Please, for the love of god, let me learn.

[callsign-dexter]

Unexpected Reunion (18+)

Request:OMG ! I LOVE CONNOR RHODES ! Now you have me sending in an idea as well 😏 maybe where he and the reader meet at the Hawaii Bar and end up having a one night stand, but she leaves before he wakes up. Connor regrets that he doesn't even have her number, as he really wants to see her again. later at the Med it turns out she's his new assistant and they are more than happy about it 😊 some smut and a cute Connor ❤️ thank you darling !

Pairings: Connor Rhodes x Assistant!Reader

Warnings: smut, inaccurate medical talk, fluff, angst

A/N: My heart goes out to the people that are dealing with and have lost family members in the Hawaii fires.

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Hawaii. Paradise on earth. A great place for a vacation. You had just recently finished medical school and had rewarded yourself with a trip to the Hawaii islands. You've been several times and each time it was great. Especially this particular day. You had come with friends and you all agreed to go out to several bars and try to see if you could score some hookups before you all left for Chicago the next day. You were going to be an assistant to some well-known there but you didn't know the name of this person or what he looked like.

You and your friends had decided to go to a bar on the beach and as you were doing shots and drinking, several men came up to you but you politely declined in your tipsy state.

You sat all by yourself at the bar while everyone else was on the dance floor. You were by yourself that was until a very handsome stranger came up to you. He was tall, broad-shouldered, had perfectly styled black hair, a little bit of scruff, and striking blue eyes. "Is this seat taken?" He asked and you actually looked around making sure he was talking to you.

"Oh! No, it's all yours." You said with a smirk and he let a bright dazzling smile and sat down next to you. The bartender walked up to you both.

"What will you be having?" The bartender asked.

"I'll be having an Old Fashioned and whatever this beautiful woman is having." He said directing the last part back to you. You blushed.

"You didn't have to do that." You told him and shook his head while waving off your comment.

"Nonsense. I'm Connor." He said with a smile and you smiled back.

"Well thank you, Connor. I'm Y/N." You told him.

"Y/N." He said testing it out on his lips and it flowed with ease "Such a beautiful name for such a beautiful woman." He said and you blushed again. "So what is a beautiful woman doing out in Hawaii by herself?" He asked you.

"I'm actually here with friends, who seem to all have disappeared." You said while looking around "We have just graduated medical school. What is a handsome guy doing out here?" You asked him back.

"Medical school? You must be one very smart beautiful woman. Congratulations you look like the medical field would fit you just right. I'm here for a medical conference that just finished up and decided to spend a few days here before going back to work." He said and you nodded your head. You both continued to talk for what seemed like hours but really was just a few minutes.

"Say, do you want to get out of here?" You asked him. Connor seemed to think about it and you thought you had made a wrong choice and was about to apologize and tell him to forget it but he answered before you could say anything.

"Absolutely. Especially with a beautiful girl like you. Your place or mine?" He asked and you blushed for the third time tonight.

"Yours." You said and he nodded. He flagged down the bartender and paid the tab for both him and you. You sent a text to your friends letting them know what was going on and that you would meet them in the lobby in the morning to catch your early flight back to Chicago. You instantly got several responses back all congratulating you and one even said to use protection, you laughed at that quietly and put your phone away. When he turned around to you after putting his card away and held his hand out to you. You accepted while slinging your purse over your shoulder.

"Are you ready, my lady?" He asked and you nodded and took his hand. He helped you get up and you both walked out of the bar. As you both waited for an Uber since you both had intended on drinking until you were drunk. While waiting for the Uber he turned to you. "Can I kiss you?" He asked and you nodded your head.

"Absolutely." You replied and he smashed his lips into yours soft at first but then getting heated pretty quickly. It left you dizzy.

The Uber arrived and you both got in, neither of you could keep your hands off of each other. You both tried to keep it Uber-friendly not wanting to make the driver feel awkward. It was only a 5-minute drive to your hotel. You both thanked your driver and paid a tip and he held your hand while you both walked into the hotel. You both walked to the elevator and it was game on.

Connor gently pushed you up against the back of the elevator and ferociously kissed you. You returned that kiss with the same amount of ferociousness. Connor decided right then and there that he loved you and wanted you. You were wearing a short black dress that fit you in all the right places.

You felt his hand travel down your side to the hem of the dress. He slid it up just enough to trail his hand up and to the hem of your underwear. You were soaking wet. Connor continued to kiss you and then his hand slowly crept into your underwear he pulled away. "Absolutely wet. All for me?" He asked and you moaned as a response. You brought your hand to his crotch and he was semi-hard, he was already big you just wondered how big he would be once fully erect, you rubbed him and he moaned into your neck while he attacked your neck with kisses and suckling on that sweet spot. His fingers slid through your wet folds and circled your clit every now and then. Then he slowly pushed his finger into your entrance your head went back and you let out a moan. The elevator finally dinged and Connor pulled away from your neck and out of you which you complained about, you were so close. He brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked on them. "You taste exactly how I imagined." He said and you only moaned as a response. He slowly walked out of the elevator with you holding his hand and you walking in front of him.

He turned to where you were behind him and he was leading you with his hand in his and stretched out behind him. Both of your pupils were blown by this point. You and he reached his door and he got his key card out opened the door and led you into the room. Once you shut the door he turned and attacked you with kisses again. You dropped your purse. Now out of the public, he was about to message your breasts and you could be as loud as you wanted and you were loud. You made quick of his belt and his zipper, you broke the kiss and sank to the ground to your knees. You grabbed his boxers and pants and pulled them down until he sprung free fully erect, you were right he was big. "Like what you see?" He asked his voice gone gravely.

"Absolutely." You said and took him into your mouth and he moaned closing his eyes. Your mouth felt like heaven on his cock it took everything in him not to face fuck you and come right then and there. You kitten licked his slit and probed it with your tongue, his hands came to the back of your head but never pushed and his head was thrown back and mouth opened in a moan.

"Gosh, baby. You're absolutely amazing." He moaned out and looked down at you while you looked up at him through your eyelashes. You hallowed your cheeks and took him further until he reached the back of your throat, you were glad your gag reflex was nonexistent. You bobbed your head up and down and used one of your hands to massage his heavy sac and your other to pump the rest of his cock that wasn't able to fit into your mouth. After a minute you pulled away for air and a string of saliva was left. You were about to go back when he stopped you and pulled you up. "As much as I love you sucking my cock I need to taste you and get inside of you." He said and you moaned. He quickly shed his shirt, shoes, and socks and kicked his pants off and he started to help you out of your dress while doing so. He was thankful you weren't wearing a bra with your dress.

Connor slowly walked you to the bed and gently laid you down to where your head was on the pillow. The smell of his cologne filled your nose and you fell in love with it and right then and there you fell in love with him. You were zoned out until you felt him slide your heels off your feet and slid your underwear off and gently spread your legs. "You are beautiful. So wet for me." Connor said as he kissed the inside of your thighs altering between them until he got to where he wanted you the most and when he licked a broad stripe up folds you let out a photographic-worthy moan your hands clenched the bed sheets.

He ate you out like you were his last meal "Just like that." You told him and that made him go faster. His nose rubbed your clit and every now and then he would suck on it bringing you closer to orgasm "I'm close." You said.

"Let go, baby." He said while altering between licking up your slick and your clit until that rubber band snapped inside you and you came hard until you saw stars.

"Connor!" You moaned out. When you came down from your orgasm he was still eating you out. Your hands came to his head and pushed him further and spread your legs further, if he kept going at this rate you were going to cum again and sure enough that is what happened. As you were coming down from your second high of the night he had let up and was moving up to where his head was at your level and kissed you, at some point you had let go of his hair, and you tasted yourself. He pulled away from you when air was needed.

"Are you ready, baby?" Connor asked you and you nodded your head, he braced one arm next to your head and the other grabbed his cock and guided it to your entrance after rubbing it up and down your folds. He pushed in and you both moaned. You were no virgin but it had been a while since you had sex. "You're so tight." He moaned out and pushed further until he bottomed out.

"You're so big." You said while looking up at him. He kissed you again and rocked his hips into you. He smirked as he trailed kisses down your sternum to the valley of your breasts. He latched onto your right nipple, as he thrust into you, gently bit it, and then soothed it. Connor then switched to your other nipple and gave it the same attention.

"I'm close, baby." Connor said and you could tell because his thrusts were getting sloppily. Your hands found their way to his back and your nails raked down his back leaving long deep scratches down his back he hissed but then moaned. "I'm cumming." He told you and "Y/N!" He moaned out and he stilled inside you and pained your walls white. You had your third orgasm of the night and you were spent.

You both came down from your highs and you were shaking. He pulled out of you and rolled over the the left of you. "That was amazing, Connor." You told him and turned to kiss him which he returned.

"You were amazing too." He said and started getting up.

"Where are you going?" You asked rolling over back onto your back.

"I'm going to get a washcloth and clean you up. Aftercare is important to me." Connor said and that shocked you. Most of the time it's the guys cum and leave without getting you off. You were going to hate leaving him in the morning before he got up but knew a long-distance relationship wouldn't work. Connor came back and got to work on cleaning you up and you jumped when he swiped through your folds. "I'm sorry." He said but gently continued. You leaned up on your elbows.

"It's ok. I'm just a little over-sensitive." You said and he nodded saying he understood. When he got down he climbed back into bed after discarding the washcloth. He laid down and you snuggled into him. Small talk was thrown here and there until you both fell asleep.

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The next morning you woke up earlier than him. He had turned into the middle of the night to his back which made it easier to slip out of bed without him knowing. You quietly shuffled around and found your underwear and then your dress slipped them on and then grabbed your heels tiptoed to the door grabbed your purse and silently opened the door. You walked out silently closed the door and headed to the floor below, thankfully you were both in the same hotel.

You got into your room, took a shower, brushed your teeth, and got dressed. You packed everything up and headed down to the lobby where your friends were waiting. You all checked out and walked put of the building they asked for details and you gave them everything. You got several squeals from them.

You all landed in Chicago and started your journey home. When you got home you walked into your house, went up to your room and unpacked getting ready for the next day as an assistant at Chicago Med.

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When Connor woke up he turned to cuddle into you but was met by cold sheets. His eyes shot open and sat up, hoping you were in the bathroom or something but when he saw your things gone he was so disappointed. He really wished that he had gotten your number and it was tearing him apart.

He got up, showered, and got dressed while packing clothes. He grabbed his suitcase once it was packed and headed down to the lobby. You were and would be on his mind all the time now. He got to the lobby and checked out, he thought about asking the front desk if you were still there but it was pointless he was leaving in a few hours.

Connor landed in Chicago and headed out of the airport. He got to his car unlocked it, got in, and started the engine while shutting the door. He pulled out of the space and headed home. Once he got there he parked the car, killed the engine, and got out. He went into his home and got ready for work the next day.

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The next day you walked into the hospital walked up to the front desk asked where Mrs. Goodwin's office and they told you. You followed the directions and found her office fairly easy. You knocked on the door and she called you in.

"Mrs. Goodwin, I'm Y/N Y/L/N the new assistant you hired." You said as you walked in and shut the door. You walked over to her desk as she stood up and held out her hand for you to shake and you did.

"Oh yes! Ms. Y/L/N, I'm so excited to finally meet you. You'll make a good asset to this team. You're going to be an assistant to Connor Rhodes. He'll be here in a minute." She said and you smiled as she let go of your hand and gestured you to sit down. You didn't think you would see Connor again much less be his assistant. You couldn't let her know that you already knew him so you just smiled and nodded.

"I'm excited that you hired me. This hospital was one of my top picks. I'm also looking forward to meeting him and the rest of the team." You said, and when you finished, someone knocked on the door, and she called them in. You looked over your shoulder, smiling to see Connor walk through the doors, and you could see him falter but only you noticed.

"Dr. Rhodes! I would like you to meet your new assistant, PA. Y/N Y/L/N." Mrs. Goodwin said and you stood up and shook his hand which he gladly did.

"Nice to meet you Dr. Rhodes." You said and smiled.

"You too." He said smiling and you let go of each other's hands.

"Now that you two know each other. Why don't you show her around and introduce her to everyone?" She asked Connor and he nodded.

"Of course." He said without looking away from you, and finally, he broke eye contact to lead the way to the door and opened the door for you to walk out. You shut the door when you walked out. You walked further into the hospital until you got to the locker rooms, and he made sure nobody was in there before dragging you in. "I thought you were gone for good." He said and breathlessly.

"I'm here now." You said looking into his striking blue eyes.

"Why did you leave?" He asked sounding hurt.

"I didn't think a long-distance relationship would've worked and I didn't know you were a doctor here in Chicago." You said.

"I'm just glad you're here now. This is definitely an unexpected reunion." He said and you nodded.

"I can agree with that." You said

"Can I kiss you?" He asked and you nodded way to fast and answered way too fast.

"Absolutely." You said and he smashed his lips to yours ferociously you returned it with the same amount of ferociousness. His hands came to your face and cupped it, gently pushing you against the lockers. You both pulled away when the need for air was needed.

"Never leave me again, please." He said and you nodded.

"You're stuck with me now." You said and he smiled and you returned it.

Connor made sure he got your number this time. He continued showing you around the hospital and introducing everyone to you. His mood was soured when he came into work but now that he knew you weren't going anywhere he was happy. Hopefully, he could take you out on a proper date and ask you to be his girlfriend. Both you and Connor were happy to be back in each other's presence again. You and him were meant to be together.

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[hometoursandotherstuff]

Affordable living in Mountain View, Hawaii with this off-the-grid yurt. There are a few catches, though. The solar power system is hooked up to the house next door and will be disconnected. A new owner will have to set up a new solar system—including panels, batteries, and an inverter. $179K.

Yurts are made of fabric and wood, but this one appears to have a metal outer shell wrapping.

A yurt is one large space, and you set it up as you like. The floor looks like bamboo.

The stylish bamboo furniture comes from Bali and is included.

There's a cute kitchen.

The sleeping area is next to the kitchen.

Screen walls form a closet behind the bed.

In Hawaiian fashion, the home features a large lava rock shower.

It has a composting toilet that you fill with peat moss, then spin the handle, and it becomes fertilizer. And, there's a lovely covered deck.

The owners were going to make a cesspool for the toilet, but when the backhoe started to dig the hole, they discovered this lava cavern. So, they had lava rock built around it. It’s just a cool feature, and they are fairly common in the area.

Naturally formed stalagmites and stalactites adorn the cavern. The lava-rock formations—created by water seeping through the porous rock—hang from the ceiling and protrude from the floor.

It looks like hot wax dripping from a candle.

You can see how deep the cave is- that's the ladder entrance way down there.

The home is in the Fern Acres subdivision and there's a variety of different homes in the neighborhood, where new-construction houses are in the $400,000 range and most of the roads are paved.

Each of the homes is on a 2-acre lot. The subdivision itself is about one-third developed. Each lot is 100 feet wide and 871 feet long, so it’s long and skinny.

The yurt is set back 500 feet from the driveway, so it’s pretty private.

 It was built in 1993, on a lot teeming with tropical landscaping. Since it's not a traditional home, it can't be financed, though.

[omgthatdress]

Re-living my childhood and working on doing a fashion history spam of the American Girl dolls!

Oh my god I can’t begin to tell you what a huge part of my childhood those dolls were. Before I go on, let me clarify my family’s financial circumstance growing up: I was a pretty solidly middle-class only child. I definitely wasn’t rich, but my mom was willing to spend a lot of money on buying me a shitload of American Girl stuff because A.) she thought they were cool, and B.) they provided a much smarter alternative to Barbies. And when I grew up and got too old for them, I was able to give my stuff over to my younger cousins.

Looking at what the brand has to offer now, it’s pretty clear that the brand has changed over time and that the emphasis has gone from the historical dolls to the modern ones. Honestly, that’s not a 100% terrible thing. I fully embrace change as a part of the universe, and if it’s a part of the survival of the brand, so be it. As long as the historical dolls remain in tact and the brand integrity is respected. And for the most part, until very recent years, it looks like it has been.

Mattel bought the American Girl brand in 1998, and from then on, you can see the brand shifting away from the original five dolls. I’m going to get waaay more into this with the spam, but really, the historical dolls until very recently have actually remained pretty great. If there’s one really broad critique I could give, it’s that the overall color palette skews towards the modern, with a lot of very bright colors and a heavy emphasis on pink, but when taken individually, the pieces remain very accurate.

HERE’S THE THING! In 2016, a new historical girl was released: Maryellen, repping the 1950s. She’s blonde and has blue eyes, following shortly on Julie, who repped the 1970s and also had blonde hair and blue eyes. You can kind of see a theme developing here. The girls from the 30s, 50, 70s, 80s, and 90s are all blonde with blue eyes. You’d think that girls in the 20th century were only blondes. But anyway I’m getting away from the point. Maryellen was released with only TWO books! The fuck?! Maryellen’s collection remained the same very immersive collection that I love about the brand, but clearly, shit’s changing.

The next historical dolls, Nenea (repping Hawaii after Pearl Harbor), Melody (repping Black girls, Motown, and civil rights in the 60s), Courtney (repping blonde hair blue eyed girls with 80s nostalgia and very little historical engagement), Claudie, (Black girl in the 1920s Harlem Renaissance) and Isabelle and Nicki (again blonde girls repping 90s nostalgia with little historical engagement) all only have two books. The brand has LITERALLY been diminished. The books were an equally important part of the playset, not only providing context for the garments and objects you were playing with, providing REAL, often complex lessons about history, making history feel real and relatable, but they fleshed out the girls, their lives, and the worlds they lived in. They made what you were playing with more than just a playset, more than just a dollhouse or Barbie accessories, they were a whole universe for girls to explore.

Like I said at the beginning, I didn’t grow up rich. I definitely had more privilege than others out there, but I still wasn’t the rich kid villain from a 90s kids movie. I had a lot of American Girl shit because my mom saw the value in the brand and was willing to spend a lot of money on it in a way that she wouldn’t be willing to spend a lot of money on Barbies.

Honestly, I don’t know the toy industry, I don’t know what little girls today want out of their dolls. I know that times change, and that what’s beloved in one generation isn’t necessarily going to be carry over to the next. But I find it hard to believe that little girls straight up no longer are interested in history, and that moms no longer want to give their daughters toys that will actually teach them things. I’ve read a lot of articles about how the brand is struggling, and I don’t think it’s a generational divide. Mattel has fucked up the brand, and I am not just saying that out of Boomer toxic nostalgia that says that everything from the past is GOOD, everything today is BAD, and that anything that changes is inherently not only bad but a personal insult. The stuff that made these expensive dolls worth buying just isn’t there.

[laguezze]

PAC: Characteristics of your FS

This is for or all the people with intention to marry or have a long term relationship. Next up will be a soulmate characteristic PAC. I decided to split it in two to get more details!

Now onto the PAC!

Here are the piles!

Pile 1

Pile 2

Pile 3

Pile 4

Ready? Let's go!

Pile 1

This person is a rebel. Might be a bit hypocritical about it. Like they might come from money but decide to live out their best broke musician dreams while still living in their rich dad's apartment that he bought for them. That's just one case example, take it as it resonates.

This person loves to keep appearances, they love to be in control of how people perceive them. I'm seeing they want to be taken seriously.

Long, messy, brown, curly hair. Middle part is possible.

North America, Australia, Oceania, Hawaii, UK.

Dainty eyes?, Blue eyes, light eyes.

Not too defined features but also not ugly. Might be what people call "medium ugly" for some of you. Nothing too shocking about their features.

Musician, plays guitar, indie music taste, 420 friendly? Nirvana (the band), big social life, plaid shirts, leather jackets, bad boy persona, baddie aesthetic, motorbike, cigarette, old school lover, 70s aesthetic and fashion.

Pile 2

This person is very much hypocritical, they don't know what they want in life. Very much lost with their career and family life. You might help guide them.

They definitely have unconventional dreams like opening up a tea shop, or flower shop. Which is fine, but I'm seeing they want to do that for the wrong reasons. Very easily manipulated person, it'll be frustrating for you to see. But they'll get better with your help probably.

Probably from any capitalist country. Take that as you will.

Light eyes or medium eyes but not dark. Downturned eyes.

Short hair, pixie cut, wolf cut.

Wears bandanas, baggy clothes, long skirts, hippie style, boho aesthetic, activist. Necklaces and bracelets, lots of jewelery in general.

(sorry it's a bit short, your person wasn't too specific with the looks but rather with the personality)

Pile 3

You guys got yourselves a romantic, old school, kinda person. They probably listen to music from the 50s and 60s and jazz, lots of jazz. Might love to take things slow and smooth. Doesn't like running late to things and is always calm and early. Very collected person, never a hair out of place. Always is composed. They might have been different before they met you. They probably were chaotic and funny before they met you but something happened that made them this sophisticated, chic person. You might need to bring the fun in them back, I'm hearing. Might be a judgy individual.

Latinx, Hispanic, Southern Europe, North America (East Coast)

Brown eyes, very deep set eyes, intense gaze

Short hair, very short for men, curly hair, either Brown or dirty blonde.

Long eyelashes, very pretty features. Either small nose or large nose, no in between; defined face, high cheekbones.

Medium height, slightly muscular.

60s, 50s music and fashion, coffee and tea lover, might be a cook or love to do it, kitchen lover, architecture fanatic, probably loves house decor and renovation, secretive, mysterious, romantic, candle collector.

Pile 4

(idk i swear this is not Hozier themed, there's just something about him present here)

"imagine being loved by me"

This persoooon omg. So pure hearted. Truly has the best intentions at heart. They literally are sunshine personified. They radiate light, like their smile lights up a room and they always look clean and cheerful. The type of person everyone likes. No one ever dares say anything negative about them and if they do, it's because of jealousy.

They might have a lot of pretty privilege that makes this effect happen. Like if this person was a 6/10 (conventional attractiveness scale) their personality wouldn't be as appreciated. But because they're so beautiful inside and out, it shines through. I'm getting they realize this privilege and it rubs them the wrong way sometimes but they won't fight against it because it's helping them with their goals.

North America, Sweden, Finland, etc, Northern Europe and UK.

Blonde hair, short hair, curly hair, honey hair.

blue eyes, light eyes, almond shaped eyes

Bunny pretty (that one TikTok trend ifykyk), slim, short, cherubin look (if you don't know what that is, think cupid angel type of beauty), white clothes, flowy dresses, short eyelashes, defined jawline, big smile, straight teeth, bunny teeth, cardigans.

Hope it resonates for all of you!!! 💕

[emphasisonthehomo]

HI!

I have loved your trans!Mcdanno, I am so curious about their future and their relationship!

Could you recommended Mcdanno fics? Because I have tried to read some.but they didn't satisfy me completely

THE WAY THIS WAS LANGUISHING IN MY DRAFTS AND I COMPLETELY FORGOT??? I AM SO SORRY.

Anyways, thank you so much!!!

I do tend (mostly) towards fic surrounding the first few season, just because I do have beef with some of the canon writing choices that were made. I think that can be reflected in my own writing as well tbh. Anyways, that's my way of saying a couple of these are old as hell. I'm not gonna rec too many, but these are a few that I think of fondly and often.

NOW. In no particular order. Actually in alphabetical order, because I've got OCD.

Deus Ex Girlfriend by ninjaboots and thingsandstuff

I don't remember how I stumbled on this one, but its legit how I got back into H50 after flirting with it briefly ages ago. A/B/O and genuinely so so fucking good. THE PINING.

Mr. Rosso Goes to Hawaii by Siria

Some good old fashioned undercover as married fic. You gotta love it.

'Ohana Kupa by shaefrotherdon

I love "Steve goes to Jersey" fics, and this has got to be one of my faves. Basically everything about Danny's family in this was written before the show addressed it, and it's very sweet.

Thirty-Six Hours and Fifteen Minutes by leupagus

Very hot, very funny. The two of them figuring out the beginnings of their relationship. Lots of banter.

Transformative by boxparade

A nice trans danno series! I cannot lie, I started having Thoughts™ about Danny being trans, and went looking for it. These fics really cemented that I was going to be writing some of my own, because I was like "There's not enough, I need more."

[vintagepresley]

Y/n is costar in blue Hawaii and elvis gets a boner in the white swim trunks

Ahhh, my baby Elvis. This might get wild because him in those shorts... fuck. Thank you for the request!! ❤️

A Good Old-Fashioned Spanking

You were one of Elvis' costars in his new film Blue Hawaii, you were hired to be one of the young girls his character was showing around the island. You were so excited because you had always been a fan of his and being in a movie with him was a dream for you. Just being on set with him felt like a fever dream because you couldn't keep your eye off of him and you blushed anytime he spoke to you or called you 'Honey', which you knew was ridiculous because he called all the girls honey, but when he said to you it made you want to melt right then and there. His smile, those cheekbones, the way his eyes stared at you so intensely that he made you feel like the only person in the room. He treated everyone so respectfully but seemed to always give you a bit more attention than the others. Which you thought was in your head or maybe it was to make you feel more comfortable since you were younger than the women they hired to play the other teenager girls he was showing around.

The next scene that you were going to be in together was the scene where he takes you all down to the beach that night and he's getting ready to sing the song, 'Slicin' Sand. You were dressed in a blue swimsuit for the scene that really mapped out your curves. Expecting it to be a simple musical number. But what you weren't expecting when he walked onto the set were the tiny white shorts he walked out in. Your eyes nearly popping out of their sockets when you saw them and the way they perfectly hugged his ass and other parts of his body, you couldn't help but stare down at the bulge in his pants because they were hugging him so tight around his crotch that it was hard to miss it and his ass, you couldn't take your eyes off his ass and how amazing it looked. You were practically drooling at the sight of him, feeling a slight tingling sensation coming from the heat between your legs, but you knew you had to get your shit together quick because the scene was about to start. You closed your eyes, and took small deep breaths, exhaling sharply trying to find your center and some kind of decorum.

Once you felt calm again the vision of him in those shorts out of your mind, you opened your eyes again only to see him standing directly in front of you and you gasped quietly. "You doing okay, lil mama?" he said in that sultry, southern accent of his. You felt like you couldn't breath now as your eyes lingered back down to his shorts, taking a small gulp and nodding your head as you stared up at him. "Oh, yeah, I-I'm good, Elvis." you say a bit nervously with a smile.

Don't look at shorts... Don't look at his shorts...

"You sure, honey? Do ya need another minute?" he hummed, reaching over to brush some of your hair out of your face. You felt your heart flutter just from that simple gesture. You nodded with a smile, trying to hold in everything that you were feeling, your thighs brushing up against one another as you felt the tingling turning into a full blown pulse. "I'm sure, Elvis. I'm fine." you said softly. He nodded with a smile and you watched as he walked way, staring at the way his ass moved in those shorts, shaking your head at how crazy you were being. You eventually did the scene and you were in awe of Elvis who may have disliked the singing in this movies, but you wouldn't be able to tell by the way he always performed them so well. He made it hard to focus on what you were suppose to be doing in the scene, but you pushed through it and got it down. Once the scene was over and the director yelled cut, you let out a sigh of relief and it was going to take them some time to set up for the next scene of the movie.

You decided to maybe head back to trailer to maybe rehearsal some of your lines for your upcoming scenes and as you turned to walk away, you felt someone grabbing your arm and you turned to see that it was Elvis and you raised an eyebrow at him. "Where ya going, honey?" he asked with a smile. "I was just going to head back to my trailer for a bit to maybe rehearse my lines." you said with a shrug. "Oh, well, I could use some help rehearsing one of our scenes together, I just want to make sure I'm getting it right." he said with a sly grin. "Well, you can come to my trailer and we can go over the lines together, I don't mind. We'd be happy each other." you said with a smile. "Sounds good to me, honey. Lead the way." he said with a cheeky grin.

You thought it was a bit odd that the one person who not only memorized his lines, but everyone else's suddenly needed help going over his lines, but you didn't read too much into it. He followed closely behind you and as the two of you approached your trailer, you walked up the steps, opening the door and the two of you walked inside together, he shut the door behind the two of you. You grabbed your script that sat on the table, flipping through it and glancing over at him, taking another peek at his shorts as he was looking around your trailer, shaking your head from the naughty thoughts that clouded your mind. "So, what scene did you need help with?" you asked, raising an eyebrow at him. He walked toward you now getting real close, you stared at him chewing at the inside of your cheek.

He grabbed the script from your hands with a soft chuckle, setting it down on the table. "Well, y'know the scene where I'm suppose to spank ya? I was wonderin' if we could rehearsal that.. Just so I get it right." he said with a smirk, clearly having other intentions. You didn't even know what to say now, getting a bit giddy and shy, reaching a hand up to twirl your fingers through your hair. "Um... Do you really think you need to rehearse that... Isn't it pretty straightforward?" you asked quietly. "Yeah, but I like to get things right the first time, y'know? It's strictly business. I mean you want to get it right don't ya?" he said in a serious tone. "Hm, okay, well, if you say so.." you said softly, how could you say no to him and just the very thought brought naught things back into your head.

You watched as he took a seat on the couch, sitting up and having his lap on full display for you, his shorts rising up a bit as he was sat, you licked at your lips at the sight of them. He patted his lap for you as he stared up at you, his eyes wandering over your swimsuit, taking a nice long look at you. You slowly made your way over to him, and he gestured for you to lay across his lap and you took a deep breath leaning down and moving yourself across his lap until you were laying over it. You were in one of the most vulnerable positions you've ever been in around Elvis and you felt yourself blushing, having to remind yourself that it was for the scene. It was just work. He was smirking at the sight of you laying across his lap, eyeing how your swimsuit fit you and hugged your body, staring down at your ass that began to peek out of the bottom the underwear of he suit.

You got yourself a bit more comfortable on his lap, wiggling your ass around a bit and bringing it up a bit further towards him, he grinned to himself and he brought his hand down to press firmly against your ass, lightly rubbing over it. You squirmed beneath his touch, pursing your lips tight together, feeling the tingling sensation back between your legs again, he rested his other hand against your back and before you knew it he lifted his hand up and was bringing it down to slap your ass but it was a gentle slap which caused you to squirm just a bit and he smirked at the way your ass jiggled before him. Then he lifted his hand up again, this time bringing his hand down with bit more force that caused a small squeal to escape your lips and this time that one stung.

"Shhh.. We don't want anyone to hear what's going on in here do we?" he mumbled with a smirk, rubbing his hand over your beautiful ass, slapping it hard repeatedly now and grabbing a hand full of your ass, you whimpered softly at the stinging feeling, squirming more in his lap and suddenly you were more flushed than before because you were actually getting turned on by this. He grabbed a hold of you forcing you still. "C'mon on now, honey, I need ya to stay still for me." he said sternly. You did your best to stay still, biting down on your bottom lip and then he came slap after slap after slap against your ass, each other harder than then last and now you couldn't possibly stay still because it was stinging so much and suddenly you could feel something poking you in the stomach and growing against you. He let out a soft groan, you realized it was his cock and your body nearly shuddered at the feeling. "Fuck... Didn't I say stay still? You don't listen." he mumbled.

He grabbed a hold of your swimsuit underwear, tugging it down to reveal your bare ass to him, you wiggled as a small gasped left your mouth. "Elvis! This isn't part of the scene!" you said with a soft squeal. "Mm, I know.. Now it's just a punishment for you not listening and getting me all hard, baby." he smirked. His soft hand rubbed over the soft skin of your ass, squeezing and patting it lightly, but that lasted for only a moment as he started spanking your ass so hard, making sure he was getting each cheek and each smack stung more than the last and he was turning your ass red now. You squirmed and whimpered out. "E-Elvis... Please.." you mumbled. He spanked your ass again. "Hm? You gonna be a good little girl and listen to me? Huh?" he asked demandingly, spanking you again. "Yes.. Y-Yes.." you whispered, feeling your slick pooling between your legs. "Hm? I couldn't hear you..." he said, spanking you harder. "Yes, daddy!" you shouted. He smirked at your words, rubbing his hands over your marked up ass, trying to soothe the pain.

"Stand up." he said with a soft groan. You slowly climbed off his lap, your legs feeling wobbly and your ass feeling so sore. "Will you be a good girl for me and rub your ass against my cock, baby? You got me so fucking hard now, I need you to fix it." he said, reaching for your hand and rubbing it lovingly. "Y-Yes..." you said, you didn't know what was happening or why it was happening or why it was happening with YOU. But you had no complaints because you were lusting over him this entire time that you'd do anything for him. He grinned at your words and he reached over to tug your underwear down your legs and you slowly stepped out of them, becoming shy once your pussy was on display for him, covering yourself with your other hand, he pushed it away. "Don't do that.. I wanna see that pretty little pussy of yours, baby." he smirked, moving his hand between your thighs, running it up and down between your legs slowly, he could feel you trembling from his touch.

"Nothing to be nervous about, honey. I ain't gonna hurt ya, I just some innocent fun. Don't worry." he hummed. You nodded at his words, and then he leaned back against the couch, patting your lap. "Sit down, baby." he cooed. You turned around so your ass was facing him and then you sat down directly on his throbbing hard cock that poked out of his shorts, you let out a small whine from the stinging pain from your ass. He let out a soft groan. "Mm... Bring your legs up and spread them open for me and place your feet on on the couch. I want to make my baby happy." he mumbled, his smirk never leaving his lips. You listened to his words, bringing your legs up, resting your feet onto the couch and spreading your legs wide open for him. There just so happened to be a mirror right across from the two of you that you forgot to put back in your bedroom.

He was staring right into it watching you on top of him, the sight of your beautiful wet pussy open and on display for him, he watched as the slick dripped down your folds and pooling onto his shorts, he brought his hand between your legs, tracing his fingers against your soft folds. "Damn, baby, you're soaked for me..." he mumbled. You let out a soft moan from the very feeling of his fingers tracing over your pussy, bring your hand up to your lips, biting at your fingertips shyly. He felt his cock pressed right in between your ass cheeks. "I want you to move your ass against me while I finger you, baby." he whispered in your ear. You nodded, breathing heavily already as you slowly began to move yourself against him, your ass pressed firmly against him grinding on him in the most seductive way.

He let out loud groan the moment you started moving against him. "Just like that, baby..." he hummed, he let his fingers slip between your folds, letting them play around in your slick as he moved them up and down your slit, you tilted your head back moaning softly and feeling your legs shake and wanting to close around him, you felt his other hand on your hips, forcing you to grind faster against his cock. Your ass practically humping his cock and feeling it throb between your cheeks, his groans coming out louder as his fingers circled around your clit, flicking the sensitive little bud around his fingertips, a loud moan escaping your lips followed by a crying whimper as you squirmed from his touch. He pressed kisses along the side of your face. "Be still, baby..." he mumbled, dragging his fingers firmly against your clit, flicking it once again between his fingers and then gliding his fingers down and pushing his fingers inside of your tight pussy, your whole body trembled when you felt his fingers inside of you.

"Shit.. You're so fucking tight, mama." he groaned out, pumping his fingers slowly at first to try to get you to open up for him a little more as he felt your walls tight around him, the more he pumped his fingers the more you started to relax around him and he was able to shove his fingers in deep, your slick completely coating your fingers and dripping down his hand. You tried your best to keep grinding and humping his cock, but he was making it so difficult with how deep his fingers were inside of you. That he had to force you to sit still with his other hand. His fingers pumping slow and steady within you trying to stay in tune with your hips that rocked against him. "Mm.. Elvis... Fuck..." you whimpered out.

He was staring back at the mirror that sat before the two of you, watching his fingers move in and out of your perfect tight pussy, watching you soak his fingers in your juices, taking him deep inside all while you rode your ass against his cock, your slick making a mess on his little white shorts and on his own thighs, which he only got more turned on by, reached his other hand up to grab your face and turn it towards the mirror. "Look at yourself, mama.. Making such a mess on my lap with your pussy. You're such a dirty little girl." he mumbled into your ear as he continued to groan. You watched his as his long fingers fucked you, which only caused you to become more wet for him, moving your hips faster against him as you humped him at a quicker pace, which only prompted him to move his fingers at the same pace, forcing them in deep and curling his fingers in just the right way that he was hitting the spots that had you practically yelping and moaning out his name.

"Shhh... Mama... Don't want people to know what's goin' on in here." he said, placing his hand over your mouth, forcing your moans to come out muffled against his hand, your eyes rolling back as the two of you continued to move at the same pace, the sounds of both of your hot noises echoing throughout the trailer. You were breathing so heavy, your moans coming out airy and he was grunting and groaning so seductively right into your ear, the both of you pleasuring each other so well, trying to make the other cum. As you glanced back into the mirror he had your pussy covered in your slick, dripping and pooling all between your folds, you watched as it dripped even more onto his lap, his own thighs glistening with your slick.

You could feel yourself reaching your climax ready to make an even bigger mess on him, ready to explode and give it what he wanted. His swollen, sensitive cock throbbing, pulsating in between your ass. He knew he was about to cum real soon and he wanted to cum right on your ass when he did. You started to rock your hips back and forth so that you riding his fingers and grinding on his cock, which only pushed you further into your climax, wanting to watch the moment you came on his cock, so you lifted your head back trying to keep your eyes open no matter how badly you wanted to close them because of how stimulated you were and he was also looking in the mirror, watching you the entire time with a pleasing smirk. His fingers moving at a quicker pace and you cried out his name the moment your orgasm hit and your cum came pouring out of you making a complete mess on his hand, his lap and the couch. "Elvis, Elvis... Fuck.. E-Elvis..." you cried as your whole body trembled above him.

"Oh fuck, mama.. Goddamn... You messy little girl.." he growled, pulling his fingers out of you and watching as the rest of your cum came dripping out of you onto his lap, he was memorized by it all that the very sight of you cumming is all he needed. "Holy shit... I-I'm gonna fucking cum..." he cried out, he grabbed you roughly pushed you down onto the couch, making you lay on your stomach as he stood up, pulling his large cock out of his wet shorts, wrapping his hand that was soaked in your juices, around the girth of his cock, pumping himself swiftly, giving the head of his cock the most attention as he milked his cock for you to give you all his cum, the feeling of your slick coating his cock felt so good, that he felt his body tense up, shake and his hips bucked as he finally reached his climax, his cum spurting out right onto your bruised ass, he had so much cum to give you that he showered your ass in it. You were watching him in the mirror, chewing your bottom lip as you felt the warmth of his seed dripping over you as he gave you every last drop.

Once he was finished he was pulling his shorts back up and tucking his tired cock back into his tight shorts, exhaling sharply trying to catch his breath and wiping the sweat from his brow, knowing he was going to get questions once he got back to set about the wet marks on his shorts, but he was just going to make up some lie. You stared up at him, more in love with him than you were before now, feeling so dirty after what you the two of just did, but you loved every moment of it. "Wow, thank you, lil mama... Now you better be fully prepared for our scene tomorrow or I'll have to give you another spanking like I did tonight." he chuckled, a cheeky grin forming on his lips.

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I GOT TOO CARRIED AWAY WITH THIS ONE. Oh lord, I'm sorry. It's the shorts. 😩

@infatuatedharleys @pennyroyalcreep @ilovehobi101

trying my best to remember to tag the people who asked!

[tacky-jack-with-a-hat]

HC: States write a magazine

•Loui has a weekly recipes page solely for when people are too drunk to cook. Usually this will be ungodly creations Florida requested after they've been drinking.

•NY is a surprisingly positive Broadway and fashion critic. His intense knowledge of fashion, textiles, theatre history, acting methods, lighting and music still confuses the states sometimes.

•A puzzle page made by Hawaii, Mew Mexico and Puerto Rico but none of the answers are in English, purely for spite.

•Florida tried advertising his own vacations, but most of it had to be cut out bc the publisher didn't grasp the concept of Florida representing a state and thought it was weird that a guy was advertising himself as hot, wet and fun for all the family.

They made another advertisement using photos of Florida's map and landscapes which made him self-conscious because it's his "worst angle".

The publisher was last seen on Thursday and almost everyone blames Florida.

•Cali wrote a political piece about the dangers of climate change but it was cut because he spiralled into a rant about wealth disparity and capitalism. In the end it was longer than the magazine itself so they gave the politics column to Texas. Annoyed, Cali used his discarded work to publish his own book. He even bugged New York to make it a best seller.

•The most controversial page is the scandal column because no one knows who wrote it. The page will consist of one or two photos alongside some speculation of what's happening in the photos (mostly incorrect).

These photos include:

-Gov shredding documents. The description claimed the documents proved DC was a different person and Gov stole his identity. When the news broke Gov was quick to claim he was just committing tax fraud. The states found it more suspicious that he admitted tax fraud so quickly.

-Speculation between Nevada and Idaho after standing really close to each other in a funhouse. Nevada tried to play along with the narrative but Idaho found the original photo and proved it was just the reflection of the mirrors making them look closer... But it also proved Washington was holding Nevada and Idaho told the magazine. The next issue was titled "Washington/Oregon Out. Nevada/Everyone In."

-Utah smiling and giving the middle finger to his neighbours titled "mormon rampage" with accusations Utah was actually a jerk with anger issues. His son told him 🖕 meant good luck.

-A blurred image of Texas falling down the stairs with just the title "Fall's Coming Early For Texas"

-A photograph of Loui at a party without Florida when he was supposedly "too sick to hangout".

-A selfie of Florida pouring and burning Loui's daiquiris in "Revenge". In reality Florida split his own drink and messed with a sparkler because no one was supervising him.

-A photograph of Cali on fire because of Florida.

-A frame of security camera footage of Florida and Loui "hiding" in a closet. Turns out that's what they were doing to avoid punishment from Gov.

-A photo of Mass, NY and NJ bonding through "gardening" with the publisher's leg in their wheelbarrow. The states didn't care at that point because the source lost credibility.

Many of the states dislike the constant harassment and lack of privacy but it's unclear who is doing it. This has caused multiple fights but no one knows who could possibly be holding a camera around them all the time without them noticing...

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We, the Hardies, are a species that ride on skateboards🛹, rollerskates🛼, bikes🚲, and more to come🔜! We mostly do graffiti🛣🎨!

⚠️WARNING☢️ May include:

Pizza

Tacos

Donuts

Police

Unbelievably flying objects

Area 51

Ghosts

Memes

Chocolate

Fashion

Parodies

Popstars

Techno

Hi-fi

Lo-fi

Wifi

Wifi outages

IHOP

Yoplait

Robots

Girls falling in love with robots

Paris

Birthday bashes

School

Hall monitor, A+ Hard+

Madagascar

Anime

Valentines

Pucca

Fast & Furious

3 Fast 3 Furious

Races

Drag races

Drag queens

Drag kings

Breakfast burritos

Emojis

Video games

Movie trailers

Yo mama

Money

Concrete people

Zombies

Malibu made entirely of plastic

Hawaii

Fake weddings

Secret agents

Siberia

Scary Movie franchise

Spaghetti

Monsters

Trains

Home on the Range

Bandits

Ninjas

Pandas

Explosions

Etc.

AND MORE!!!

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Tension- Part 2

A/N: I wasn’t going to write a part 2 at first but I was listening to music while I wrote it and the song that played after I posted it was When You’re Gone by Shawn Mendes, so this part was inspired from that song.

I threw my head back into my pillow when I saw that it was 5 am and I still hadn’t got any sleep. I haven’t slept more than four hours in the last week and a half and the city noise was driving me crazy, I miss the ocean noise, I miss our bed, I miss the warmth of his body pressed against me, I miss his arms holding me when I’m sad or just to cuddle, I just miss him.

I groan from exhaustion as I get out of bed and go downstairs to get some coffee. I jump at the sound of dad’s voice, “He’s rubbed off on you I see.” I looked down to see the butter I had automatically grabbed. I can’t do this anymore he’s taking up my every thought and every action and I didn’t even notice.

I put the butter on the island before gripping the edge to prevent myself from falling. When dad saw the tears drip onto the island he rushed to my side before pulling me into a hug, “What’s wrong honey?”

I pulled back and cried, “I can’t do this anymore dad, I can’t sleep and he’s all I think about, and he’s the only thing that I want.”

Dad grabbed my hand and guided me to the couch before sitting beside me and cupping my face and making me look at him before speaking, “Why are you still here sweetheart?” He saw the hurt on my face before continuing, “I love having you here but not like this, not when you’re not where you’re supposed to be.”

I sniffled, “Well where am I supposed to go?”

“Back to Hawaii back to him, that’s where you belong.”

I looked at him surprised before saying, “I thought you’d hate him and encourage me to stay.”

He smiled a sad smile before saying, “Honey, I was at first but then I saw how it was affecting you I knew you needed to go back. Y/N if you’re this broken up over leaving Steve how do you think he feels? Yeah, he made a mistake but he was scared, scared that he was going to lose you. And I think he ignored you from the fear of you telling him you did do something with the piece of shit. Us men have a way of letting our thoughts swallow us, we sit and think of the worst case scenario and it becomes our reality until we have solid proof it’s false.”

I looked at him confused before asking, “What if he isn’t the one and he hurts me again or I hurt him?”

“Y/N, if you can’t sleep because of a decision you made it’s a sure fire way to know you made the wrong decision. Do you really want to know what it’s like when he’s gone for good? When he’s fully slipped out of your fingers?”

I shook my head frantically before he pulled me into his side, “When I first met Steve I hated the thought of you two together. It took me the longest time to figure out that the only reason I didn’t like Steve was because I knew he was the one, he was the one that was going to steal my little girl from me. And I was skeptical so I watched him, and I watched as he fell in love with you more day by day and I watched as he held you when you cried, and most importantly I watched as he treated you like a queen. I raised you to never except anyone that treated you less than a princess and then Steve came along and raised all the damn bars so high that no one could even think about reaching them. And I know Steve well enough to know he’s worse off than you and I’m afraid if you don’t do something Steve will never be the same.”

I looked at him with wide eyes before he continued, “He’s hurting Y/N, more than you are, and he’s replaying every single moment he hurt you and the moment you walked out that door.”

I knew he was right and the tears fell harder than before when I realized that he’s more than likely holding in all his emotions in classic McGarrett fashion. I got up from the couch before looking back at dad with a smile and running up the stairs to pack my things. From all the commotion mom had woken up and was standing beside dad as I came barreling down the stairs with my things. She looked at me before asking, “Where are you going?” I hugged her and dad and gave them both a kiss on the cheek before rushing towards the door, “Home, I’m going home.” Mom smiled a wide smile before saying, “Good, it’s about time.”

I jumped in the taxi and got on my phone to call in a favor to one of Steve’s friends. When the phone call was over I changed the directions that the taxi driver was going and sat back in my seat before swallowing any doubt I may have before dialing the number I needed.

Danny’s POV

“Guys, this is horrible, he won’t eat, he can’t sleep, and he just sits in his office all day staring at her badge, her ring, and her picture.”

“We know Danny but we can’t do anything we’ve already tried.”

I groaned when my phone rang ready to explain to Rachel why I can’t get Grace right now but stopped in my tracks when I saw the name, Y/N.

I rushed away from everyone into my office before answering, “Y/N?”

There was a pause on the other end before I heard her familiar voice, “Danny, I’m sorry I left, but um, how’s Steve doing?”

I sighed before answering, “Not good, not good at all. He sits in his office all day staring at things you left him and he won’t eat and can’t sleep.”

I heard her sniffle before speaking, “I’m sorry Danny but I need a favor.”

“What’s that babe?”

“You know the naval base by Pearl Harbor?”

I squint my eyes before answering slowly, “Yeah, why?”

“Good I need you to be there tonight at 10.”

“Okay, but why?” I didn’t get an answer and I realized she hung on me. What the hell is going on?”

*Time skip*

As I pulled into the naval base I still had no idea what was going on. That was until I saw her, Y/N, standing by the one building surrounded by luggage wearing baggy sweatpants, a navy shirt with McGarrett plastered on the back, and her hair thrown up into a messy bun. I parked the car and ran up to her before scooping her up in a hug. “What are you doing here? I mean I’m glad to see you but I thought, I thought you left.”

She stepped back and that’s when I really saw her she looked as bad as Steve. Her skin was pale, her hair dry and sticking up everywhere, bloodshot eyes, and bags under her eyes telling me she’s been in her own personal hell along with Steve.

Her eyes teared up as she answered, “I came home Danny, I couldn’t go another day with those damned horns and lights and I couldn’t go another sleepless night wishing for Steve to be by my side.”

My eyes widened as I realized what she said, “You’re back like for good back?” When she nodded I hugged her again before continuing, “Oh thank god, he’s miserable to be around more so than usual and the only way to fix him is finally standing in front of me.”

She smiled a tired smile before saying, “I don’t know if I can fix it but I sure as hell am going to give a shot.”

“You will trust me.”

When we got to the Palace I explained that he pretty much lives here now and watched as her face dropped and the tears started falling again. “Hey, hey it’s okay babes.”

“No it’s not! I hurt him and I never meant for all this to happen! I just needed time to think and now, now I’m not sure there’s a way to fix it.”

“Y/N/N, there’s always a way to fix you two. I’ve never seen a couple as strong and hellbent to be together as you two, now go, get your man. I’ll take your stuff back to the house and leave it there.”

She chuckled before saying, “Thanks Danny, for everything.”

Y/N’s POV

As I walked the halls of the Palace almost everyone I passed perked up and smiled. When I got to the doors of headquarters I saw that the only light was from the familiar office where many memories were made in, some more explicit than others, sorry Danny. Seriously who makes walls out of glass.

I quietly stepped to the door before gently opening it causing his weary eyes to look up. When he saw me he went to stand but in the end decided to stay seated, not sure what I was there to say. I looked down to see my badge and my ring sitting in front of him. “Hi, I have a request.”

He gulped before worriedly asking, “What’s that?”

I pointed in front of him where my badge and ring sat before saying, “I’d like that back.”

He looked down and then back at me before whispering, “Which one?”

I circled the desk to stand in front of him as he turned his chair to face me. “I was kind of hoping for both, but I’ll be happy with just the ring.”

His eyes lit up in hope and I couldn’t stop myself anymore, I crawled onto his lap until I was straddling him and I grabbed his face, “I’m so so sorry, Steve, I never meant to hurt you. I just needed some time to think and a visit to my parents was long overdue and a small part of me missed New York.” I looked in his eyes as mine overflowed with tears, “But I don’t want New York, I just want you.”

He pulled me closer to him before crying into my neck. “I’m sorry too, I should have never doubted you but I was scared, scared that you had and I would lose you. I never realized that I was losing you already. Until it was too late.”

I pulled back before saying, “You didn’t lose me Steve, I’m right here.”

He smiled a genuine smile before grabbing the ring off the table, “The offer still stands if you want it.”

I gave him my left hand as an answer and watched as he happily slid the cold ring onto my finger where it belonged.

After that we just held each other in our arms until but before we drifted off I had an idea, “Steve.”

“Yeah.”

“I have a question.”

“What’s that?”

Danny’s POV

*The next morning*

When Chin, Kono, and I walked into headquarters I stopped when I saw Steve and Y/N curled up on his office chair asleep.

Chin and Kono turned to me before chin asked, “When did that happen?”

I smiled before answering, “Last night. I picked her up from the naval base and brought her here,” I paused before pointing to the ring on Y/N’s hand that was shining in the sunlight before continuing, “and it looks like they figured things out.”

When Steve and Y/N emerged from the office they stopped in front of us. We looked at them before I asked, “Is everything back to normal?”

My face dropped as Steve said, “Not exactly.”

We all looked at each other before I spoke up again, “What? Why? I did not drive the whole way to that naval base just for you two to think about getting back together!”

Steve put his hand on my shoulder before saying, “Calm down Danny, I was just wondering if you would be my best man and if Chin would be my groomsman.”

This time Y/N looked at Kono and said, “And I’d love for you to be my maid of honor.”

I spluttered out, “What!? When!?”

They looked at each other before smiling and saying at the same time, “A week from tomorrow.”

All of us hugged them before I said, “I would love to be your best man.”

I was followed by Chin who was followed by Kono all happily agreeing to be the groomsman and maid of honor.

No, they weren’t back to normal, but I think I like this new normal.

I pointed at Chin before laughing, “HA! I'm best man.”

Everyone rolled their eyes before yelling in unison, “DANNY!”

[katseye-daily]

Meet KATSEYE*

The HybexGeffen global girl group Katseye (cat’s-eye) will debut in 2024 with a Netflix documentary releasing that summer! Learn more about the members here <3 Who’s your bias?

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Name: Sophia

Country: Philippines

Age: 20

MBTI: ENFP

Zodiac: Capricorn

About: She can speak English and Tagalog.

– She is Christian.

– Her nicknames are Sophie, Fifi, and Sopheezy.

– Sophia has a chow dog named Charlie.

– Her mother is Carla Guevara Laforteza; a singer and actress.

– She graduated from high school in 2021.

– Sophia is a fan of BTS and her bias and role model is V. (Elle Korea)

– BTS are the reason she applied to the audition in the first place.

– Sophia is also a fan of ENHYPEN and Jungwon.

– Her role model is LE SSERAFIM‘s Huh Yunjin. (Weverse, IG)

– She appeared in a 2022 episode of Family Feud Phillipines.

– 3 words that describe Sophia: Hysterical, caring, and diligent.

– She is the chef of the group

Name: Lara

Country: USA

Age: 18

MBTI: ESTP-A

Zodiac: Scorpio

About: Lara is from Los Angeles, USA.

– She can speak English and Tamil.

– Lara is ethnically Indian.

– Her nickname is Laru.

– She produces music.

– Lara enjoys fashion alot.

– She was featured in the video for Michelle Obama’s Global Girls Alliance campaign.

– Her role models are NI-KI of ENHYPEN and Jimin of BTS. She has stated that their dancing and elegance gives her the most inspiration. (Weverse Interview)

– Lara would like to collaborate with Rihanna, Britney Spears, Timbaland, BTS’s Jimin, Pharrell Williams, and M.I.A.

– 3 words that describe Lara: Passionate, confident, and real.

Name: Yoonchae

Country: South Korea

Age: 15

MBTI: ESTP

Zodiac: Sagittarius

About: Her nicknames are 브루니 (Bruni), 마시멜로우 (Marshmallow), and 정육면체 (Cube).

– Yoonchae speaks Korean and basic English.

– She passed the auditions for CJ E&M in 2020.

– Her role models are Jennie of BLACKPINK and BTS.

– Yoonchae has mentioned that BTS are the reason she got into K-Pop and got inspired to pursue K-Pop.

– 3 words that describe Yoonchae: Sexy, cute, and innocent.

Name: Daniela

Country: USA

Age: 19

MBTI: ENFJ-A

Zodiac: Cancer

About: Daniela is from Atlanta, Georgia, and Los Angeles, California, USA.

– She can speak English and Spanish.

– Her nickname is Dani.

– Daniela is ethnically Venezuelan and Cuban.

– She is a ballroom dancer.

– She is a model and actress for many commercials.

– Daniela is a huge fan of Carti and Lil Uzi Vert. (TikTok)

– Daniela earned 10th place in the 13th season of So You Think You Can Dance?.

– She auditioned for the eighth season of America’s Got Talent with a dance act but was eliminated during the Vegas Rounds.

– Daniela placed 2nd in the international competition show Super Kids Europe.

– She appeared in Matty B‘s music video for his song “Dramatic“.

– She made an appearance on the Queen Latifah Show as part of an America’s Most Talented kids segment.

– 3 words that describe Daniela: Affectionate, charismatic, and determined.

– Daniela can do these type of dances: Afro-Cuban, Afro-style dance, cha-cha-cha, and salsa.

– She would love to collaborate with Beyoncé, Shakira, Rosalía, Rihanna, TXT, BTS, Doja Cat, and Playboi Carti.

Name: Megan

Country: USA

Age: 17

MBTI: ISTP

Zodiac: Aquarius

About: Megan is from Honolulu, Hawaii.

– She is ethnically Chinese, Singaporean, and White.

– Megan speaks English, basic Cantonese and basic French.

– Her middle name, Meiyok (美 玉), is also her nickname and Chinese name.

– Her role models are BLACKPINK‘s Jennie and Jimin of BTS. (Weverse)

– She is a runway and fashion model and has participated in Paris and LA’s fashion week for high fashion couture.

– 3 words that describe Megan: Intriguing, fun, and caring.

– She would like to collaborate with Beyoncé, Lana Del Rey, Danja, Billie Eilish, BLACKPINK, Olivia Rodrigo, and Drake.

Name: Manon

Country: Switzerland

Age: 21

MBTI: ENFJ

Zodiac: Cancer

About: She was born in Zürich, Switzerland.

– Her mom is Swiss-Italian and her dad is from Ghana.

– Manon can speak Swiss-German (first language), German, English and a little bit of French.

– She is a photography model.

– Her nickname is Manz.

– She is a fan of Billie Eilish.

– Her role model is Beyoncé. (Dream Academy TikTok)

– She enjoys travelling.

– 3 words that describe Manon: Cool, kind, and non-judgmental.

– She has been a songwriter since she was 5 years old.

*Member information from Kprofiles

[r41nc4ndy]

☆*: ･ﾟ. Random Zip, Edward and Oliver HCs I thought of

I don‘t really have any disclaimers for this one! just a Short Little thing I made

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☆ In sports;

-> Zip is the type of person to get extremely competitive. If you even fail ONE shot she‘s gonna get so angry. At least she‘s surprisingly good at it and can carry the team :]

-> "YOU BROKE OFF MY NAIL!" As Oliver held the finger with the broken off nail, when it was just slightly chipped off at the white part. He‘s too princess for this 💔 He‘s not unfit though.

-> Edward is the least athletic one. Bro does NOT know what is happening most of the time. That and he‘s also built like a scrawny stick evil scientist. He can still carry heavy objects for his little robot projects though!

☆ In the snow;

-> Zip wears summer clothes like she just came back from a trip to Hawaii after drinking from a coconut. Then she complains about still feeling a bit too warm.

-> Oliver is freezing over, practically about to turn into an ice cube. He has to wear multiple layers (4 or 5 usually) just to SLIGHTLY tolerate it.

-> Edward is the only normal one. He wears just enough and still feels the cold but isn’t dying of cold.

-> Edward and Zip usually have snowball fights. Very competitive ones that result with Oliver hiding inside as they hit him in the crossfire multiple time.

-> Even when breaks over, they‘d somehow manage to find a way to end the match inside the building, causing them to be scolded in the process.

-> Zip has to be physically dragged back inside by literally anyone since she refuses to leave the snow. Chip is the same so you can see where they get it from..

-> If you hadn’t noticed, Oliver isn‘t the biggest fan of the cold. He usually stays inside (with Alice ofc, he‘s her bbg.) and watches TV or something. He doesn’t mind it though.

-> Edward doesn‘t care much honestly. Though, he likes to pour yellow soft drinks on to the snow and pretend someone pissed on it so it would make Abbie think it actually was piss.

☆ Video Games;

-> Edward and Oliver play the fashion, cute, girly aesthetic games. Especially the dress up ones. Though, Edward will never admit it and pretends he likes games like Ultrakill or Doom: Eternal. Oliver doesn’t mind it though. He proudly shows off all the badges he got in Hello Kitty: Cafe on roblox.

-> Zip on the other hand is the one that likes the games like Ultrakill and Doom: Eternal. Huge ass sucker for them.

-> Oliver always buys the OST’s to every game he plays. He loves the OST‘s so much. He even bought some extras he thought Alice might enjoy!

-> Oliver plays on his phone, Zip on a normal PC and Edward on his self built PC that he spent hours making that can handle both Sims 4 and Garden of Banban at once.

-> Oliver says would to literally any horror game creature he see‘s

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I might make a part 2 if I think of some, idk though lol