#actor: bryan dechart

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i know i’m still pretty inactive on here but holy shit i miss this fandom and everyone i interacted with on here! i hope you’re all well and are taking care of yourselves ⭐️

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salt & water / bryan dechart imagine

title: salt & water / bryan dechart imagine

summary: bryan and reader are drunk at a halloween party, bryan breaks a bottle of red wine, reader offers to help him clean up

pairing: bryan dechart & reader

warnings: pretentious poetic metaphors & my attempt at smut

word count: 1,396

“let me guess...” bryan leans his weight confidently against the kitchen bench, shifting so his body is facing hers, “you’re a mermaid?”. 

he places his glass of liquid courage next to him, bryan gestures to (y/n)’s crimped hair that seemed to glimmer so luminously underneath the florescent lights. she stood, overwhelmed by the gentle palette of pinks, blues and violets; like a fresh bruise on the softest skin before it grew ugly and yellow. bryan begins to reach for the abundance of plastic seashells that cascade down (y/n)’s sequinned dress but is swiftly interrupted by a hand that grabs at his wrist tightly.

“i’m a siren, actually” she corrects him, “you know, the creatures that lure lonely sailors with their voice so they can kill them?”. the question lingers; the obnoxious background noise which consisted of 2am drunkenness and eighties pop ballads is now nothing but an incoherent buzz in bryan’s ears. as if her voice were her gaze and the folklore were true, bryan’s eyes fell in possession of her own.

(y/n)’s face doesn’t falter but instead, she spends this time studying the boy in front of her. bryan stands tall and awkward, long limbed and fluffy haired with a smirk favouring the right side of his mouth. “and you’re a vampire?” she asks, not particularly warranting a response as the carefully painted red streak down his lower lip was a pretty good giveaway. bryan’s face was flustered and giddy, half a dozen shots of whatever was on offer and his body was blissfully adorned in rose-tones against his pale skin. 

with his wrist still grasped by her small hand, instead of talking, bryan attempts to break the tension with a laugh so whole-hearted that he knocks over a bottle of red wine with his other elbow. the crystallised rubies spray across the linoleum as bryan’s “oh, fuck” is silenced by the whistles and shouts from the crowd slowly gathering around them. 

(y/n) looks at bryan’s once white dress shirt, now stained and sticking to his chest and torso. she can’t help but stare at how wonderfully his ribs shifted as his breathing quickened; he was nervous. the pink glow from the alcohol was now mixed with guilt and embarrassment as bryan sheepishly pulled his wrist away from (y/n)’s hand. 

amongst all the chaos, the “nice one dechart”’s and sloppy pats on the back, (y/n) pulled at bryan’s wrist once more, her breath tickling the nape of his neck and she whispers in his ear “hey, how about we get you cleaned up?”. 

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they stumble into a room with lips attached; like newborn deer taking their first steps into the wide, open world. as bryan pushes the door shut with his foot, they continue to recite a inebriated choreography that consists of tripping over feet and falling onto the bed. 

the noise that emulates from the party continuing downstairs becomes faint and distant - a perfect soundtrack for the whispers and sighs they were trying desperately to cover up. 

(y/n) was right; she was a siren. her body could kill, could swallow bryan whole and give nothing back in return. she was luring him in with her moans, positive affirmations as he kissed her collarbones and shit, he was as good as gone. her back arched so her lungs could accomodate for the heaving internal lust she desired and bryan could not help but stare as her spine curved so brilliantly as she grabbed the hem of her dress to pull it off. 

he followed suit, untying the black cape from his neck, allowing it to fall to the floor and quickly unbuckling his belt. cursing at himself, bryan’s fingers fumble nervously with the zip of his pants. 

“you okay over there?” bryan pauses, darting his eyes around the dark room until they met hers. like the sequins she wore before, (y/n)’s eyes began to mimic the simmer, like thousands of little stars exploding in her irises. distracted by the spectacle, bryan didn’t even notice the sound of his zip being pulled down, along with his pants and underwear.

(y/n) stood up slowly, her eyes continue to watch bryan’s until they are standing merely inches apart and fuck, bryan hasn’t been this hard in a while.

“hi” she whispers, her right hand brushes against his bare hip bone and bryan flinches at the touch. “h-hey” bryan mumbles, suddenly incapable of speech.  there they stood; cold pulse points and shallow breathing, idle and soft touches. 

bryan is the first to move, pressing his lips against hers; it was closed mouthed and dry and in the midst of it, bryan feels all the alcohol he consumed earlier, mixing dangerously in his stomach and veins. as he begins to move away from the kiss, (y/n) quickly grabs his jaw with her shaking hands and pulls him back into it. 

her movements are carnal and deliberate as she roughly pushes bryan onto the mattress, trying to balance herself as she positions her hips against his. bryan grasps (y/n)’s waist for support and then, gently rolls on top of her as she moans at the sudden pressure of his weight. she was glitter; shiny and luminous wonderment as he suddenly pushes into her. he wanted to kiss every starry freckle on her naked body so maybe the magic from her skin would rub off on him.

(y/n)’s head fall back against the pillow as bryan thrusts, sending the bed rocking with a squeak as it bumps against the wall. bryan blows hot air through his lips and bites them as his movements become rigid and loose. 

the end is quick like party poppers; loud and sudden, a burst of colour and a finite release, euphoric for both of them. 

their bodies resurface in a warm and inviting afterglow. the chatter and music still lively downstairs as they both try to settle down their breathing. bryan is still on top of (y/n), his chin resting on her chest as it softly moves up and down. 

(y/n) begins to chuckle, hands covering her face as she shakes her head. “what?” bryan laughs, picking up his head to look down at her and smile. “salt and hot water” she says matter-of-factly. bryan raises an eyebrow “is that your name or?”. (y/n) slaps his arm playfully, mocking offence “that should get out the red wine on your shirt”.

bryan opens his mouth as if to say ‘ah’ and places a kiss against her check before saying “soap and water”. (y/n) looks up quizzically “that should get the red paint off your face”. 

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bruh, i forgot how dirty and smutty some of my brymelia asks were! i have like 15 sitting in my ask box that are probs 6 months old but they still get me feeling some kinda way

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my connor army came today...and they signed their names upside down 🙃

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okay, i’m feeling ridiculously tender and soft today because i have the worst period cramps but it’s prompted me to write a little bryan period-care concept

🌸 you’d wake up particularly sore and grumpy, but you feel bryan’s arms pull you into a hug and you fall back asleep to rise and fall of his chest

🌸 you’ve pulled the covers over your entire body as the sunlight spills in from the window, hurting her eyes and head; you hear bryan walk into the bedroom and chuckle before coming into bed with you, wiggling himself underneath the covers and kissing your forehead “how are you feeling my love?”

🌸 bryan brings you a hot water bottle and a cup of tea (in your favourite mug) and sits down beside you “what episode are you up to of that show you like? let’s put that on”

🌸 bryan kissing the space between your belly button and hips, where you’re feeling incredibly sore, resting his head there whilst you play with his hair

🌸 as you sit with your head in one hand, the other hand pressing your stomach, bryan sits down next to you and starts rubbing your lower back “I’m sorry you’re in pain little one”

🌸 bryan coming back from the shops with your favourite chocolate and flowers (along with essentials like pads and tampons) because he’s an angel, okay?

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sorry but who the bitch that’s been hyped up about bryan playing until dawn since forever and cant even watch the first stream live cause i’m an adult with responsibilities like a full-time job and rent to pay: