I can’t stress enough how obsessed I am his BEEFY ARMS and the FARMERS TAN and those NECK WRINKLES and the FRECKLES omg what if I just took a chomp out of those BICEPS what then
Still thinking about Hayden Anhedönia posting Norman Reedus, and the fact that he literally follows her, because young Norman has always been Willoughby Tucker in my head. And I just love them both so much as artists, with Norman being one of my favorite actors, and Hayden being my absolute favorite artist in general.
And now she's saying goodbye to that chapter of Ethel and Willoughby and I'm genuinely so, so fucking sad about it but also super happy for her. Like, I know it's only a chapter closing and Hayden is still Hayden, and she'll make new art, but Ethel and Willoughby have been such a massive part of my heart by now. Not in the literal parasocial sense, because that would be weird as fuck.
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And not to forget that her music is literally one of the reasons I started writing my longfic about young Daryl Dixon in the first place. So much of that story grew out of the exact feelings that Hayden delivers with her music around Ethel and Willoughby.
Anyway. Goodbye Willoughby. But Lord, I adore Hayden so much for doing what she does. She is such a massive inspiration to so many of her fans. It's obviously a very emotional bastard of art to have to say goodbye to. Ethel Cain forever. ♡
I have a draft about mature michael and how he had more than one girlfriend, but you were his faaaavoriteeeee~ ♪
you’re such a pretty little thing and you’re so sweet on him, he’s obsessed. but, you could cop the nastiest attitude with him when he isn’t always readily available for him. especially, if he’s with another one of his girls. its not very nice of you, but you have a fit and give him the silent treatment. michael being michael doesn’t like seeing his girl upset so he grovels and takes you on a big trip. strokes your pretty ego some more until you feel like he’s solidified your spot as #1 to the other(s).
cw: 18+ !!! shotgunning, reader and jack are lowkey freaked out, daddy kink (semi-joking), allusions to smut, weed, smoking, jack is an ass man
wc: 1k+
The stars must have aligned for you and Jack when you were both able to take an extended period of time off from your respective jobs.
A few weeks spent in a cabin in northern Pennsylvania. Just you and him.
You had some plans for your trip. Jack wanted to go fishing out on the lake (you hit him with a “wow, old man” jokingly when he told you) while you had researched a list of hikes in the area. You figured you and Jack could sit down and pick ones that were accessible for him.
It’s not until after the drive up north and unpacking your groceries and luggage that your itch to smoke returns.
You’re in just a skimpy pair of sleep shorts and an old college sweatshirt.
It was already driving Jack crazy who is sitting on the couch. He has his prosthesis discarded to the side, only half paying attention to whatever house-renovation show he’s plays on the tv.
You clamber in his lap
“Jack?” you whisper.
Your hands come up to play with the curls at the nape of his neck.
“Yeah, baby?” His eyes meet yours.
“Will you roll me a joint?”
Realistically, you know you’ve never had to roll since meeting him. Something about being an ER doctor and SWAT medic made him particularly good about sealing, packing, and rolling.
Jack smiles. “Mmm I don’t know, baby. I’m pretty busy with my show.”
You know he’s teasing. Especially given the fact that his hands are crawling up from your thighs to slip under your sweatshorts.
“Please daddy?”
If he wants to tease you, you can tease right back.
“Don’t start something you can’t finish,” Jack groans.
You lean in to kiss him. First his neck, then his jawline, and finally his lips.
“Oh I plan to finish,” you mumble against him. “Just after I smoke.”
You’re driving him crazy.
Jack releases his hands from your ass, though not before hitting the flesh with a light smack.
“Grab me a beer, baby?” Jack starts. “I’ll meet you outside.”
You can’t help but kiss him one last time. His stubble tickles your cheeks. God, you’re really hoping he doesn’t shave during this sabbatical.
You grab a beer from the fridge for Jack. Your own water bottle is missing. Knowing him, Jack probably already filled it and brought it with him for your smoke session.
You know you’re gonna offer him a hit regardless of the fact that you have a 0 percent success rate. It’s still always nice to ask.
When you step outside, Jack is dragging his tongue across your pink rolling paper.
God.
He twists the top closed. “Almost done, baby.”
This entire scene feels like a dream come true. Jack always treats you so sweetly when you smoke.
But you can’t help but let your mind wander. Ever since Jack mentioned that he’s smoked before, you’ve been wickedly curious about what he would be like high.
Maybe you could convince him to take a hit of your pen or take a gummy.
“Finished,” Jack announces.
You kiss him as a thank you for the perfect joint and plop down in one of the lounge chairs.
While you light, Jack opens his beer with a satisfying clink.
After two long hits, your eyelids start to droop.
You hold the joint out towards Jack who sits diagonal to you.
“Want some?” you inquire.
To your surprise, Jack doesn’t immediately say no. He takes a quick sip of his beer before turning to you.
“You know, since I’m off of work for a while, it probably wouldn’t hurt for me to smoke.”
Jack swears he sees your eyes light up in that moment.
“Really?”
He doesn’t answer, instead lifting the joint to his lips and taking a long inhale.
Jack had seen you high numerous times but something about the fact you would be high together sparked something in your chest.
It’s actually sickening how good he looks as he exhales.
You rest your head on your arm as Jack takes another hit.
You’re starting to feel the effects of the weed. This moment just feels so insanely complete that you can’t help but blurt out the first thing in your mind.
“Can we just do this for the rest of our life please.”
Jack chuckles and takes another drag. “I plan on it, sweetheart.”
Silence falls over the two of you as the sounds of the surrounding forest take over. The summer is filled with cicadas and birds chipping. The moon and the stars reflect on the water through the trees. In your haze, it’s perfect.
Being with Jack was perfect.
Being high with Jack was just the cherry on top.
Before it’s time for Jack to pass it, he pats his leg.
“Come over here, sweet girl. Then you can have another hit.”
Once again you find yourself on Jack’s lap. He cups your ass, pulling your hips down to meet his.
He takes one hand away to dance his fingers up your side to they gently grip your chin. His thumb grazes your lips.
“Open up” he commands softly.
Jack takes a long hit of the joint, probably longer than he should, but watching his cheeks hollow as he inhales ignites you in a way you can’t even explain.
He leans in to blow the smoke in your mouth with a heavy cloud, lips just inches from yours
Your bottom lips brush ever so slightly and in your dazed state, this might be the best you’ve ever felt.
The second you both inhale, Jack is surging forward, kissing you hard. He tastes like a mix of beer and weed. It’s intoxicating.
You can’t help but grind your hips down on his. Jack groans, another cloud of smoke escaping his mouth. Smoking always gets you going and by the way Jack is getting hard under you, you can tell it’s having the same effect on him.
You copy Jack’s movements of gripping his chin to open his mouth before taking an only slightly-burnt hit.
You don’t blow the smoke into Jack’s mouth but instead connect your lips again.
It’s a filthy mix of smoke and sloppy high kisses. You swap hits and saliva all the way down to the roach.
Jack pulls apart to twist it down on the ash tray to kill any sparks.
“You know it this is only Day 1, i’m not sure how we’re gonna top it.”
Jack laughs. You can already see how getting away was helping him wind down. His relaxed shoulders were a dead giveaway.
“Just love you so much, honey,” Jack starts. “So happy with you right now. Feel so good.”
You’re giggling. You normally get extra giddy when you smoke.
“Love you so much Jack.”
And then you’re diving back into his lips. Messy.
You were just so lucky to get a whole few months with newfound stoner boyfriend.
based on this request 💌 | drinking, suggestiveness, age gap, etc.
jack who knows he has no right to jealous.
you’re a younger nurse at the pitt and have this intoxicating energy about you that jack cannot resist. as subtly as he can, he worships the ground you walk on and is always picking you first to help him out 💌
jack overhears whitaker and javadi talking about their night out only half listening till your name gets mentioned. and just somehow the files near whitaker look soooo much more interesting.
and santos specifically is pressing her fingers to the sides of her head and wincing every time a loud noise happens.
“you okay?” jack would ask the doctor. “if you’re sick you can slip out a little early.”
santos shakes her head. “no no not sick. buncha men kept buying your girlfriend drinks last night. guess who had to finish them?”
jack mutters something about you not being his girlfriend but let’s face it, everyone in the department knows about the shameless flirting.
at seeing jack’s confused face, santos pulls out her phone and pulls up the picture. a variety of drinks are scattered allll over the bar table in the first one. in the second, it’s a zoomed in picture of you talking to some guy, fake smile plastered on your face.
and yet the jealousy jack feels is immense.
you shouldn’t be going out to the bars and being preyed on. he should be the one buying you drinks, taking care of you, the whole nine yards.
it’s a bit of a wake up call that holy shit, jack had a big ol’ crush on you and if he doesn’t do anything about it he just knows someone else is gonna take the opportunity.
when you arrive for your shift, jack slots himself next to you at the central hub.
“heard about your night out.”
you roll your eyes. “knew santos was a snitch.”
“you just need someone to scare ‘em off.”
“are you offering?”
jack bites his tongue. “let me pick you up friday night? we could grab a drink on me.”
jack approves every schedule so of course he knows when the two of you have days off lined up.
“it’s a date.”
when friday rolls around, jack is a little nervous a little excited. he’s finally taking you out.
you trot down the steps of your apartment complex and jack loses the breath in his chest. he’s waiting outside the truck because of course he’s a gentleman and opens the door for you.
you’re dressed in a pair of cutoff denim shirts and are sinfully showing off your legs and a cute little tank top with a jacket. like he said, sinful.
when you make it to the little dive bar, he’s asking what drink you want and going right on up to the bar to buy you whatever you ask for <3
the night is going great till jack slips off to the bathroom and you stand up to stretch your legs. some random chooses that as the perfect moment to approach you, chatting you up and throwing out mindless superficial comments. and eventually he offers to buy a drink.
you sense jack’s presence before you feel him. he stands tall behind you, arms slinking around to hold your waist.
and then he’s looping his fingers through your belt loops to pull you in to kiss him.
every time jack has a night off, the two of you have a routine.
yes, sometimes you go on fancy dates to expensive restaurants, sometimes he takes you out to town in his luxurious car, but your real routine is to just… relax.
you take a warm shower together, sit on the couch, order takeout, and watch shitty movies until one of you falls asleep on the couch (you), and the other doesn’t have the heart to wake them up (jack).
that’s pretty much exactly what you’re doing tonight; you’re curled up next to him, resting your head on his shoulder, and (supposed to be) picking the first movie of the night. but you’re distracted. his arms are just so… there.
since he joined SWAT, you’ve been worried because you’re not sure it’s a very… healthy hobby, but he’s gotten so beefy. he had muscles before, but god he looks good now. for a few moments, you just stare, and then you lean down and kiss his bicep.
he smiles, looking down at you, “comfy, baby?”
you nod, and you gently bite down. it’s affectionate, it’s not to hurt him. you’re trying not to laugh, watching the confusion on his face.
“what’s… what’s that for, love?”
you grin, “nothing, you’re just so… eatable. your arms are… wow. i wanna bite them.”
jack chuckles, “yeah? you wanna eat me, baby?” he leans down, coaxing you to lay down on the couch as you giggle. he smiles, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, “well… can’t say i mind.”
