#everyday i fall more and more in love with bloodhound

[thedeviltohisangel]

All The Things I Did (Interlude): My Little Bunnies

a/n: happy belated easter to all those who celebrate! i wanted to write john & cass' first easter as parents and it became a 10 page fic with smut/fluff/angst. read on to meet their twins, meet cass' parents, learn more about her family history and so much more. and to the anon who sent an ask about them getting a bloodhound, yes. he is here. this was a real labor of love but it is my gift to you. i hope you all love it and please come let me know your thoughts on this little family. xoxo

warnings: smut

When Cass was quiet, it meant she was thinking. And since they had left the driveway of their beach house, she had been quiet. A notebook in one hand and a pen and leash in the other, John thinks she was attempting to memorize her to-do list for Easter Sunday.

“You know part of the reason I was convinced into coming here this weekend was your insistence on family walks,” he looked down at the two little bundles that were already gazing right back at him, “tell Mama she can relax for one night.”

“I’ll relax after everything goes off without a hitch tomorrow. It’s their first Easter and our first time hosting a holiday and the first time my family is seeing the house and-” She paused as Gale let out a sound of discomfort and started to squirm in the carriage, Cass quickly reaching down and smoothing a finger over his cheek with a coo. He quieted just as quickly at her touch and blinked up at her sleepily. “There, there my sweet boy. I’m right here.” Not for the first time, and not for the last time, John was endlessly amazed by his wife. How she managed to be a mother, a wife and still impress the brass in DC was beyond his comprehension. He hadn’t known it was possible to fall more in love with her and here he was. Falling in love with her more and more everyday. 

“We Egan boys get cranky when you aren’t around to dote on us.”

“Is that so? Do you agree with that, Butter?” The bloodhound gave a gentle bark in answer which John took as his agreement. “Well, Miss Penelope does have a habit of looking at every plane in the sky while she waits for you to come home.” He grinned so wide his eyes crinkled at the corners.

“That’s my little lamb,” he said with a gentle tickle to the top of her tummy, her giggles making her parents laugh right along with her. “And what about you? What do you do all day while you wait for me to come home?”

“Oh, I just stare longingly out the window because the thought of you not being around paralyzes me, Lieutenant Colonel Egan.” Cass held her hand to her forehead and feigned hysteria.

“I guess it is kind of beautiful here,” John relented as their walk took them to the beach. The waves were crashing against the sand as the sunset laid a pink backdrop to the view. He lifted his arm and Cass fell into his side with ease.

“I told you so,” she murmured against his chest. Cass had loved growing up on her family’s estate outside of Charleston. She had learned more about life running around that land than she ever had anywhere else. But every summer her mother would take her and siblings for Kiawah Island, where her father would join on occasion, and she would roam free on the sand and in the sun. There were no boys trying to dance with her and her mother didn’t yell at her for being barefoot and she was able to laugh loud and run fast and there were no consequences. “You see that gray house with the white balconies a few hundred yards that way?” She pointed in the general direction and John shaded his eyes to look. 

“That’s not a house, Cass, that’s a mansion.”

“That’s my parents house. My dad built it for my mom when I was little,” she said sheepishly. When she had been old enough to truly understand love and relationships, she had thought it was the most romantic thing. Had seen how happy it made her father to provide for her mother. How happy it made her mother that it was hers and only hers and almost a monument to the life they created together. “Since then, I’ve always wanted to raise my own family here.” John watched her caress the cheeks of their sleeping children with a smile.

“All I ever want, Cass, is for you and Gale and Penelope to be happy and safe. Nothing else matters to me.” The white house that was surrounded by trees on one side and the beach on the other had been a dream of Cass’ for a long time. She had told him about it back at Thorpe Abbotts and he had dreamed about it in his bunk on those cold German nights. Dreamed about buying it for her and carrying her over the threshold and filling it with their love and the pitter patter of little feet. 

“Lucky for you, that’s all I want, too. And maybe some more kisses.” 

“You’re saying I don’t kiss you enough?” he asked with raised eyebrows. She shook her head.

“Not nearly enough.” John had worked overtime for months to set aside enough for the down payment. Had turned down her father’s offer to buy it as a wedding gift. He had wanted to get this for her, for his wife, all on his own. She was the reason he was alive. It was only a drop in the bucket for what he owed her. 

“It’s talk like that that got us here in the first place,” he whispered with a nod towards the carriage. “You being a little kiss thief.” Butter whined with displeasure.

“He doesn’t like when you’re snarky to me.” Their chests were pressed together now, his nose bumping hers as he laughed. “You’re the one that spent his whole puppy life telling him he had to be my guard dog,” she added with a gentle poke to his chest. Cass had just sweet talked her way into convincing John that Butter was meant to come home with them, having found him in a horse stall at her family’s place, when he asked if she wanted to take a drive to the beach. She thought he meant somewhere close but as they drove past the turn for Folly she began to get an idea of where he was taking her. She remembers her heart sinking when SOLD was in big red letters on the sign. John had asked if she wanted to take a look around anyways. For old time’s sake. 

“Yeah and when he successfully chased that crazy bird away from you last month you were very grateful for it.” He scratched behind the hounds ears for good measure.

“I was. Seagulls scare me, you know that.” Ever since one had snatched her lunch right out of her hands on the very beach they were looking at when she was still in pigtails. Cass had told him that story while they walked around the house. Her hands wistfully touching the floors and her smile at the scent of the water making it hard for John to keep the secret in. She had known back then she was pregnant, hadn’t found the right time to tell John yet and hadn’t known there were two baby Egans on their way, but had told him she hoped this house made a family happy. That they loved it the way she had as a little girl and didn’t change a thing. He had told her to close her eyes and hold out her hand. And she looked confused at the cool metal that he placed in her palm, understanding registering when she opened her eyes and saw it was a key.

 What do you say we fill this house with our family, my love?

----

As it was most mornings, her nightgown was bunched around her waist as she gasped into John’s mouth. She was gently rotating her hips while his fingers gripped her hips tighter and tighter and his hips thrusted up into her slowly. 

“Fuck, John,” she moaned as he sat up and kissed her roughly. 

“You close, baby?” It was always a bit of a race to get there before the twins woke or before a housekeeper or nanny knocked on the door to get the day started. John wished he had all the time in the world every time but wouldn’t trade the moments he had with her for anything, no matter how quickly they went. “Look me in the eyes, my sweet girl.” His thumb found her clit between them and pressed until she threw her head back.

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” she panted as she knocked her forehead against his. John wouldn’t even dare to think to stop as she came undone around him and his own finish followed instantly. He fell back against the pillow, her lips on his the entire time, and stroked her cheek gently as he tried to regain control of his breathing. “Think they’ve got five more minutes in them so we can-” The sound of one baby crying pierced the tranquility followed in quick succession by the other. 

“That’s a no,” he remarked with a smile. “They probably think if they cry loud enough, you won’t make them dress all fancy and go to church.”

“They are always perfectly well behaved at church.” Butter’s barking joined the cacophony and the bubble was fully burst. “If you let him out and start the coffee, I can change diapers and get their clothes out.” He gave her bottom a gentle pat as she begrudgingly let him slip out of her. 

“Hey, Spook?” Cass turned from where she was slipping her underwear on. “I love you.” Unable to keep herself from blushing, she pecked him one last time before the craziness of the day settled in. 

“Hey, John?” He hummed with delight as his nose rubbed against hers. “I love you, too.”

----

True to her word, the twins behaved like angels at their first Easter mass. Gale had only tried to kick his shoes off for a few minutes and Penelope had only required John to make silly faces through one hymn. Cass had rolled her eyes on their way out the door as her husband produced two stuffed bunnies from behind his back and tucked them between their fingers. She had reminded him they each had a whole basket of stuffed bunnies waiting to be opened by the fireplace and probably many more arriving as gifts later in the day. One more from their dad couldn’t hurt was all he had to say.

The house was near mayhem when they arrived back. Caterers had taken over the kitchen, their house manager Alice was leading a small army in pillow fluffing and men with white gloves were polishing glasses in the dining room. John was once again reminded how differently he and his wife had grown up.

“Mr. and Mrs. Egan, Happy Easter, I hope you had a wonderful morning.” Alice reached for Cass’s purse and gloves, taking them before smiling at the sleeping twins who each had a head on one of their father’s shoulders. “I can have Joan take them off your hands, sir.” 

“It’s quite alright, Alice, I think the three of us are going to find a cozy spot on the beach to keep out of my lovely wife’s way.” 

“Perhaps someone could find them an umbrella and blanket and chair?” Cass inquired as she began to walk towards the kitchen, handing Alice her hat as well along the way. “How’s the ham looking? It smells wonderful.”

“Yes, ma’am, we’ll get the beach set up for them. And the ham should be ready to carve exactly as we scheduled dinner for.” John side stepped around a group carrying boxes down the hall. “That would be the two options for porcelain Mrs. Cooper sent for your consideration.”

“Porcelain?” John thought it was a simple family dinner. He didn’t think it would be such an affair when Cass broached him with the idea of hosting.

“Yes. And if I pick the wrong one then I will never hear the end of it.” She turned back to Alice. “I’ll need to see a complete place setting of each one.”

“Yes, ma’am. I’ll have them get right on it.” 

“What happened to you not wanting to be reduced to a housewife?” John asked as he walked towards the back door, Cass opening it for him and following him down the back steps and onto the sand. 

“I just want everything to be perfect today. I’ll be back to the Spook you know and love as soon as this is over.” 

“First, I love all of you, all the time. Second, I heard you talking to Alice and Joan about hiring more staff, that word is honestly beyond my comprehension, when we go back to Virginia.” Cass took Penelope from him and laid her gently on the shaded blanket that had been set up, her hand brushing over her curls and kissing her forehead gently. 

“And? You don’t want the help?”

“I thought the two of us were getting by quite well on our own.”

“I can’t put off going back to work any longer and I want someone I know and trust with them during the day. And if Alice or Joan are watching them, then they need someone else to do the things they have been doing.” Sure her and John had figured out a rhythm. But eventually Cass needed to get back to doing the work she loved. Rediscover who she was just as Cass and not just as John’s wife or her children’s mother. “Besides, they aren’t watching them so I can go to tea or try on dresses. I need to get back in there. You know what they’ve been saying about Korea.”

“Is that what you’ve been worried about? It’s a few years from anything active, Cass, if anything at all.” She wasn’t used to the anxiety that coursed through her veins after she had the twins. Wasn’t used to feeling her chest so heavy when she thought about how hard this world was going to make it to protect them. 

“Yes, but if I can even do one thing to help prevent them from having to live through a war…” She trailed off and wiped angrily at her eyes, lifting Penelope against her chest and kissing the top of Gale’s head where he still rested against John. “I don’t want them to ever have to experience anything like what we went through.” He gathered her into his side and kissed her temple.

“We went through that so they could live in a better world,” he said softly. “Came out the other side because right here, right now is where we belong.” She looked up with a laugh as she noticed Butter trotting his way over to them, his nose sniffing at Gale and Penelope before he plopped on his side in the shade. 

“If it bothers you, I’ll tell them all to go home and never come back. The five of us can figure the rest out.” 

“No, they’re fine. It’s just not how we did things in Wisconsin. It’s taking some getting used to.” He had assumed Cass came from money when he met her. The well-manicured nails and silk nightgowns and impeccable table manners cluing him in. He just hadn’t realized he was marrying into a Carolina rice dynasty. It came with multiple homes and polo matches and hunting trips and acres of land and hundreds of employees in the home and around the burgeoning corporation. For so long, Cass had thought marriage and kids were not in the cards for her so the structure of a household was a non-existent problem. But then she had fallen in love with John Egan and married him in London and spent two years dreaming of their future and the comforts of her childhood had found their way in.

“Well, Butter, you keep an eye on these three while I pick out porcelain and tie drapes and whatever the heck else a lady is supposed to do these days.” With one last kiss to the top of her daughter’s head, her son’s head and her husband’s head, Cass was off and pulled into a million directions upon re-entering her home. Whenever she could, she would look out the window at her husband tickling their tummies or helping them put sand in a bucket or carrying them to dip their toes in the water. She knew none of the material things around her mattered. And if it made John more comfortable to get rid of them, she would in a heartbeat. She only needed those three humans and the one furry family member to be happy. To be fulfilled in this life beyond her wildest dreams. Any threats on the horizon be damned.

----

Cass waited anxiously for her parents' new Italian sounding car to pull into the driveway, her siblings, extended family and some of the local friends her and John had found already socializing about the house and grounds. She had taken a sip of her husband’s whiskey she was so nervous. 

“Baby, I know for a fact your dad is going to be too focused on the twins and the other grandchildren running around to even care about the way I carve the ham. And who cares if your mother doesn’t like the color of the shutters? I didn’t spend a whole weekend painting them for her.” He had for Cass. She had spent days deciding between two shades of green that John thought were exactly the same but had provided his minimal input when asked. 

“I rewarded you handsomely for your efforts, Mr. Egan.” John remembered. They hadn’t left their bed for days after Cass couldn’t stand the sight of him sweaty and with a pencil tucked behind his ear working on their house any longer. She had had her way with him and John had taken on many more projects around the house ever since. And every time, his wife was unable to maintain even a shred of decency. 

“I never got that round two you were mentioning this morning, Mrs. Egan,” he mused as he drifted closer and closer until his hands wrapped around the small of her back and her arms draped over his shoulders.

“We have a house full of guests,” she giggled as he nipped gently at her lips. 

“Yes but the babies are occupied which means no little angelic interruptions.” She moaned as he pressed a searing kiss to her lips, her toes curling in her new heels. 

“Not even on Easter Sunday can you two find a sense of decorum?” 

“Shush, Gale, they’re in love,” Marge said with a gentle slap to his arm. If Gale Cleven had a nickel for everytime he had caught the two of them in various stages of passion, he would have been able to use the profits alone to buy a similar house to the one he was standing in.

“Oh, I am so happy you were able to make it!” Cass kissed Gale on the cheeks eagerly and let out a squeal of delight as she wrapped Marge in a hug. “I’ve got you both all set up in the guest room furthest from the nursery so you can hopefully sleep in peace while you’re here.” Before John could even say his own hello, Cass and Marge were off towards the backyard with their heads close together as they whispered. 

“Well, we did always say they’d be thick as thieves,” he remarked as he grabbed the suitcase Marge had abandoned by the door. “Up this way.” Gale smiled and nodded politely at all the strangers that were dressed in black and white, bustling in and out of the kitchen and dining room with haste. He could only imagine how it was driving his best friend crazy.

“Who would’ve thought? John Egan having ten people cook his Easter dinner for him,” Gale teased as John set the suitcase down in the guest room and dropped himself into the armchair by the window. 

“I hear it’s being served on porcelain,” he mused back. Gale settled in the chair across from him. 

“It’s a beautiful house, John. You’ve got to be proud of yourself.” John stared out the window and nodded.

“Yeah, it is. Makes Cass happy to be out here.” It wasn’t that she was unhappy at their home in Virginia but John knew she missed South Carolina. Missed the beach and her family being close by. 

“And are you happy?”

“With her and the kids, always. Just learning this new side to her is all.”

“That seems to be what marriage entails. Learning to love something new everyday.” The hum of a car engine broke the comfortable silence between two old friends and Gale peeked out the window with a low whistle. “Is that a Maserati?”

“That it would be, Buck. You want to come distract my mother in law with your good looks for me?” When John and Cass had their more official wedding last year, Buck Cleven had been the hottest commodity. The women of Charleston hadn’t given him a moment to breathe. 

“No I think you’ve got the Cooper women under control, Bucky.” Gale clapped him between his shoulder blades. “Now where’s that beautiful baby you named after me?”

Cass was at the bottom of the stairs waiting with a baby on each hip, Gale kissing their sprouting curls on his way to find Marge on the beach, and John forgot all about anything negative he had been feeling that day. 

“Say hi Daddy, we were looking for you.” The twins smiled like they always did when they had their parents attention solely on them. The sound of Cass’ voice bringing them a calmness only John could ever begin to relate to. 

“Hi, my little bunnies.” John took Penelope onto his own hip, kissing her cheek around the stuffed bunny ear that was between her teeth, Cass reaching to tuck a few of his curls back into place. “I thought you preferred them all messy.”

“I do but-” the door opened and the words died in her throat. 

“Cassandra Ann, that dog of yours does have a habit of sticking his nose all over the place.” 

“Hi, Mama. Happy Easter to you, too.” John whistled for Butter who came and sat at his side dutifully. “Hi, Daddy.” She pressed a kiss to each of her parents’ cheeks and almost cringed as she saw the line of valets carrying colorful baskets into the backyard. The level of stuffed animals entering her home was reaching a near suffocating level. 

“Oh, John, how handsome you look this afternoon.” Cass rolled her eyes as her mother stepped forward to kiss John’s blushing cheeks.

“Thank you, ma’am, you’re looking very lovely yourself. Sir.” He shook her father’s hand firmly, smiling when Penelope reached for her grandfather instantly. 

“Cassandra, aren’t you going to show me around? I’m very curious as to which place setting you chose.” She looked at John to say I told you so before guiding her mother down the hall. 

“Of course. We can start in the dining room if you’d like.” John felt like a bad father as his son looked at him with wide blue eyes over his mother’s shoulder as they disappeared around the corner but he would make it up to him with something sweet after dinner.

“Can I offer you something to drink, sir?” 

“Whiskey, John, thank you.” While John had had to work his charm hard on Mrs. Cooper to convince her he wasn’t a street urchin there to steal her daughter, Mr. Cooper had taken no convincing to know John was the right man for his daughter. Had sat down for one dinner with the two of them and saw how they looked at each other. How he had kept a hand on her protectively the entire time. Had seen the absolute gratitude in Cass’ eyes that John was alive and next to her every time she looked at him.

“I told Cass you’d be more interested in the grandkids than the way I carved the ham later,” he pointed out as Penelope was filled with utter glee at the way her grandfather was tickling her cheeks with her bunny.

“Cassandra has always been my most perceptive child yet, on occasion, forgets that is one of her own most formidable qualities.” John handed him a glass, bringing them together with a clink before taking a sip. “How is my daughter doing?” 

“This one and her brother keep her busy and she’s looking forward to getting back to work. But she’s good. She smiles everyday, I’ll always make sure of it.” Penelope’s lower lip began to wobble and John gathered her against his chest just as the first tear rolled down her chubby cheek. 

“I can go find the nanny-”

“I’ve got it, sir.” John kissed her forehead gently and she quieted. “She’s just like her mother. Pouts until she gets a kiss then she’s fine.” Now she was focused on the fabric of John’s tie and trying to get it into her mouth. Yes, Mr. Cooper thought, Cass had made the perfect decision to marry this man.

“Son, if I may offer a few pointers on carving the ham.”

----

Hours later, after bellies were full and babies were sleepy, the house was beginning to calm down. Cass had shed her stockings and tied her hair back and accepted Marge’s offer to put the twins to sleep. There were people finishing dishes in the kitchen and packing away porcelain in the dining room. Alice was orchestrating the entire effort for which she was grateful, her fingers wrapping around the neck of a bottle of whiskey and heading towards the small fire that was glowing on the beach.

“You hiding from me?” she teased as she dropped a kiss to the top of his head and sat in the chair next to him.

“Never, baby. Was just having a cigarette before coming in to help with bedtime.” Cass wanted him to quit but was starting with not allowing him to smoke around the kids. She handed him the whiskey and took the cigarette from his fingers, inhaling a few times before putting it out in the sand. 

“Marge asked if she could put them to bed for practice. I ran away before she changed her mind,” she giggled. “Thank you.”

“For what?” he asked around a pull from the bottle.

“Everything.” 

“Spook, you know my ego needs specifics.” He opened his arms, summoning her into his lap, and closed his eyes in peace as her head settled under his chin.

“Not letting me chase you away all those years ago. Not divorcing me when I showed up at your bunk bed in Germany. Our babies.”

“I had very little to do with those two but I’ll take it.” She kissed him gently, lovingly. Without a care in the world and in no rush. “Everything to your liking today?”

“Yes. I promise we won’t host anymore holidays for awhile.”

“You pick the right porcelain?” 

“Of course not.” John laughed and she joined in, taking her own swig of alcohol. “And I was very impressed by your knife skills at dinner.” John kissed the tip of her nose.

“Your dad told me it was important the man of the house not treat it like carving a ham but like he could use the knives to protect his family.”

“Did he?” she asked with a furrowed brow. 

“I think he was trying to convince me to take it more seriously. It worked.” 

“It certainly seemed it did.” Cass twisted her finger around the loose curl in the middle of his forehead as he looked out towards the ocean. “I do have one last ask up my sleeve.” Slowly undoing the buttons of her dress, John was more focused than he had been all day. Between her breasts was an Easter egg with hearts painted on it. 

“I would’ve joined in on the egg hunt had I known, Cass.” 

“Open it.” As soon as he had it in his fingers, her lips were on his jaw and down his neck and he had an inkling what might be inside. He could barely read the words she had written as the blood rushed from his head to between his legs. Round two? His lips were on hers in an instant, John groaning as his hand slid up her thigh and found nothing but bare skin. She made quick work of his belt and zipper, sliding his waistband down just enough to free him. 

“Fuck, baby, no time for teasing.” His hands lifted her hips and he sunk into her with a contented sigh, his lips latching onto her collarbone as she found a steady pace. “Want the neighbors to hear how good I make you feel.”

“John,” she whined as his hand wrapped around her throat and squeezed gently. Unable to hold himself back, he laid her onto the blanket and used the new leverage to increase the pace, her legs hooking around his hips and urging him to go harder and faster. “You’re going to make me cum.” 

“You look so pretty when you cum, baby,” he cooed into her ear as he felt her clenching around him. “That’s my good girl, taking me so well.” His wife looked so good underneath him. Like she truly was made to be his. 

“Fuck, right…there…oh, God,” she arched her back into him as her orgasm washed over her in a waves, John’s hips stuttering as he moaned into her mouth and she took all he had to give her. “I love making you moan.” John was handsome and rugged and all the masculine words that she could think of. But he was also so damn pretty.

“Good thing you’re so good at it,” he said as he nuzzled into the side of her neck. “You’ve worn me out, Mrs. Egan.”

“Can you carry me to bed?” she murmured as her own eyelids were growing heavy. 

“Just let me hold you like this for a few more minutes.”

“Hey, John?” He kissed the side of her neck in acknowledgment. “I love you.”

“Hey, Spook?” She smiled in anticipation. “I love you, too.”

And if Gale earned another nickel as he was closing the blinds that night, no one needed to know.

[scarletttries]

Woo Jin Fluff Alphabet (Bloodhounds)

Pairing: Hong Woo-Jin (Bloodhounds) x Reader

Rating: Pure Fluff

Word Count: 3.2k

Author's Note: After a little gap last week while I was on my Honeymoon, I'm back with another double bill of the Bloodhounds boys, starting with Woo Jin in this fluff alphabet :)

a -affection (how affectionate are they? how do they show affection?)

Woo Jin is anything but subtle in his affections toward you. His obvious adoration will be constant, whether that's in the form of him walking with his hand in yours everywhere the two of you go, searching out your lips any moment you're alone, or calling you endless pet names that you only respond to for him. He'd definitely want to have almost matching outfits whenever you two go out together, so there's no doubt in anyone's mind that he is completely and utterly yours. Woo Jin's mouth is always running so he'll always be trying to make you laugh or tell him how special you are to him, his charming nature so over the top once he's in a relationship with you.

b - beauty (what do they admire about their s/o? what do you think is beautiful about them?)

Woo Jin thinks you are beautiful inside and out - he was immediately captivated by your looks, but what he really falls for is your personality and the way you treat the people around you. He feels immediately better whenever he's in your presence and when you speak to him and listen to his answers, he feels like he's the most interesting and important person in the world.

In the same way, Woo Jin is obviously an incredibly good looking guy, but what really shows off his beauty is his loyalty to those around him. He doesn't need to know someone for very long before he really cares about them, and is willing to do anything to help them out or look after them, even if he sometimes comes on a bit strong! When he starts to look for any way he can take care of you, putting in so much effort after only days as your friend, it's very hard not to fall for him.

c- cuddles (do they like to cuddle? how would they cuddle?)

Woo Jin will cling to you like a koala trying to weather a storm in the high up branches of an unstable tree, like his very life depends on keeping you within his grasp. From the first time you let him wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you snugly against his chest where you seem to fit just right, he knows he'll never find anyone else that makes him feel quite so warm. He loves pulling you onto his lap and curling up with you on a couch in the evenings, or cuddling up with you in his bed after a long day of training. Even when you're out in public together, sitting in a restaurant or cafe, he'll drag your chair across the floor towards him until your knee brushes his and he can feel you close again.

d - dates (what are dates with them like? do they plan them out or are they spontaneous?)

Woo Jin's not much for planning ahead, but he doesn't want you to feel like he isn't thinking about you all day, everyday, so he'll try to make a plan for you. He doesn't know a lot of places to go so it's lots of eating at his aunt's restaurant, because he loves to see how well you get on with his family, knowing you'll be a permanent part of it one day. And if he feels like getting a bit more dressed up, he'll ask his good friend the Lil Group Heir to set you up in a VIP room at his club, or maybe a high end karaoke room where the two of you can serenade each other all night.

e - ending (if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Woo Jin would hate hurting someone's feelings, having been on the receiving of a lot of rejection in his life, so he'd try his best to be very direct and straightforward - that wouldn't necessarily be how it actually ends up happening, he's very prone to rambling, but after ten minutes of telling the person how great they are he would finally let them down very gently and insist on staying friends.

f - fiancee (how do they feel about commitment? how quick would they want to get married?)

Before he met you, he never thought much about commitment or marriage, so focused on establishing his own life that he didn't really think much about his future beyond taking it one day at a time. Once you come into his life though, he realises you might be the missing piece of the whole puzzle, his entire future making a lot more sense if he imagines it by your side. He'd be incredibly quick to start looking into rings and picturing the proposal, literally only week's into being your official boyfriend, but luckily it would take him so long to decide on what he's doing that you'd be more than ready to say yes when he finally asks.

g - gentle (how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Woo Jin would be so so gentle with you emotionally, always so kind and friendly and wanting to pick you up when you're feeling down. He'd be constantly telling you what you mean to him, all the ways you are special and perfect, and telling you lots of silly jokes too, making sure you're never worried about him even when he's out on dangerous work missions. Physically he's not that gentle with you, only because he's not scared of using his strength with you - he loves that when he pulls you in for a hug he can lift your feet off the ground and sit you on the counter so he fits between your knees. He loves that he can always win when you start a play-fight and that he can squeeze one of his arms tightly around you when you two are walking together and know that he makes you feel safe.

h - hugs (do they like hugs? how often do they do if? what are their hugs like?)

It's constant hugs with Woo Jin! He loves hugging you so so much, he feels so happy that he gets to do it every day, and there's never a day that goes by when he takes that for granted. His hugs are so warm and tight and firm, and you can truly feel every ounce of love pouring out of his body when he takes you in his arms. He absolutely craves being pressed close to you, and after any time apart he will race back into your arms and need to stay in them for as long as humanly possible. Your hugs recharge his battery <3

i - injury (how would they act if they got hurt?)

When he's hurt, Woo Jin is pretty used to it, but he loves the way you fuss over him so he'll be a little bit more pathetic than he needs to be. He'll brag about how many guys he fought and lean in extra close so you can see all his cuts and bruises as you gently wipe over his face and cup his chin and tell him he's very brave.

Oh my god when you get hurt, Woo Jin is looking for revenge. Even if it's just period pain, this man is ready to burn down half the city just to try and make you feel better. He doesn't think you should ever be in pain, but he will do anything you say with a panicked look on his face, being there for you every step of the way.

j - jealousy (how jealous do they get? what do they do when they're jealous?)

Woo Jin has a lot of insecurity from being told he wasn't quite good enough to be the best, time and time again in his life, so when he sees you talking to someone else that would definitely overcome him. He would assume this guy was better than him in every conceivable way, and that it was completely obvious to you just from looking at him, and that you would be falling out of love with him with every passing second. He'd barge over and wrap an arm around you, making forced friendly conversation with the guy until he got the hint and you were left alone to remind Woo Jin that you think he is the best of the best and there's no one that compares to him in your eyes. And if anyone tried to flirt with Woo Jin, he would tell them about his girlfriend before they finish the first sentence, wide panicked eyes at you ever feeling that fear of losing him that he feels occasionally for you.

k- kisses (what are their kisses like? where do they like to be kissed?)

Woo Jin kisses you like a man who's never been kissed and never thought he would be. The first few times it's soft and timid, but as you start to get more comfortable together that just builds until every time he sees you his hands are in your hair and his tongue is in your mouth and somehow he's now pinning you beneath him while you make out until you're gasping for breath. If you start to trail a kiss over his neck and along his jaw, his eyes will flutter shut and he'll sing your sweet praises, but his lips will always find yours again, never more at home than in your kiss.

l - love language (what is their love language?)

Woo Jin definitely shows his love through his words, whether that's the endless compliments he showers you with for the second you open your eyes until the moment you drift off to sleep, or through his bizarre sense of humour, finding every opportunity to make you laugh.

Physical contact is also a big deal for Woo Jin, every time you weave your fingers through his it sends warmth rushing through his veins, a physical reminder that you are here and that you chose him, and keep choosing him every day.

m - mornings (how are mornings spent with them?)

Woo Jin is so not a morning person. When you have to get up early for some reason he will be a whiny baby, begging you to stay there for ten more minutes and let him hold you while he sleeps. If it's a morning where you can start a bit slower and stay cuddled up in bed a little longer, well those are some of his favourite memories with you. Getting to watch you slowly wake up on your own and seek out his arms, his lips, his chest, Woo Jin pulling you tight against him and thinking of nothing else but how wonderful it feels to be here with you.

n - nights (how are nights spent with them?)

Woo Jin's much more lively at night, used to doing a lot of his work in the evenings and now excited that he can put that energy towards you. If you're not going out for a date he'll blast some upbeat music in his little apartment while you cook together, dragging you away from whatever you're doing so he can dance with you. When he finally accepts it's time for bed he'll want to spend hours telling you his every thought, and talking through the randomest stuff with you, just to make you smile and feel like slowly you're learning everything about each other. Sometimes he'll fight to stay awake a little longer so he can keep the conversation going and to watch you finally doze off, looking so perfectly peaceful that it warms his heart.

o - open (when would they start revealing things about themselves? do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Woo Jin will tell you a lot about himself early on in the relationship, preferring to be an open book because he knows he forms the best friendships and connections that way. As you get even closer he'll start actively trying to think of things to tell you that he's never told anyone else, wanting you to know that this is no longer just a friendship to him but something deeper and more intimate. He loves when you share your history with him too, feeling so privileged to be the person in your life that gets to hear all your thoughts.

p - patience (how patient are they usually? what tends to wear their patience thin?)

Woo Jin's pretty used to things happening quickly around him, but you don't get through the marines without being reasonably patient and disciplined. That said he definitely gets wildly impatient when he has to be apart from you, his missing you so achingly intense he'll do anything to see you again sooner!

q - quality time (how do they like to spend with you?)

If he could spend every single second of his day wrapped up together on his couch doing nothing, Woo Jin happily would. He's very much the kind of guy where it doesn't matter what you do together, as long as you are together then it's a date, and it's time he considers incredibly precious. He loves being lazy with you in the mornings, and then heading out when it's dark, to get some food together somewhere he loves, so excited to show you all the places that matter to him.

r - remember (what is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

Definitely your first kiss - it had taken him longer than he would have liked to finally ask you to go out with him for a meal, and then he spent the whole day worried you didn't realise he meant this to be a date, trying to flirt with you but worried his usual flirty banter made it hard to tell that this was a new level of flirting. He spent the whole walk back to your apartment stuck in his own head about whether he needed to ask you on a first date again, the nerves taking over as he considered not admitting it at all. Luckily for him, when you got to the door you immediately turned to face him, not wasting a second before you leaned up on to your tip toes and planted a soft kiss on his lips, finally breaking him out of his worried inner monologue, the widest possible smile spreading across his cheeks since he could finally stop worrying you didn't know how we felt.

s - security (how protective are they? how would they protect you? how would they like to be protected?)

He would be the absolute most protective a guy can be, knowing exactly the kinds of dangers out in the world and that he is one of the few people strong enough to keep you safe. He would hate any time he wasn't around you for a lot of reasons, but part of it is because he wouldn't be able to stop himself worrying about you, wishing he could just walk with his hand in yours everywhere you have to go.

t - try (how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He would absolutely give his everything to your relationship - he knows how it feels to not be able to afford nice things, but he would save up all his spare cash to treat you to anything he thinks you might want. Don't be surprised if he also gets himself a matching version of whatever gift he gets you, loving nothing more than having corresponding outfits or accessories when you two are together. He'd also put in a lot of effort just every day; he is at his core a fantastic friend, and that would make him an incredibly thoughtful and caring boyfriend.

u - upset (how do they act when you're upset? how do they act when they're upset?)

When Woo Jin's upset, it's immediately obvious. It's one of the only times he's not talking endlessly, the tell-tale silence that something is on his mind and he doesn't quite know how to bring it up. You'll have to sit really close to him, pulling both his hands into your lap, gently running your thumbs over his tense skin until finally he'll relent and tell you whatever's on his mind. When you're upset Woo Jin is just there for you, not forcing you to tell him what's on your mind, but being nearby for whenever you're ready, knowing the two of you can face anything together.

v - vanity (how concerned are they with their looks?)

It's not that Woo Jin is vain in the traditional sense of wanting to be the most attractive person he can be, but he cares alot about fashion as a way to showcase his personality, so he puts in a lot of effort in the way he looks so that he can feel the most like himself. And if you happen to like the way he looks, well, he certainly doesn't mind that too.

w - wildcard (a random headcanon for them.)

Even though it's inevitable that sometimes you have to spend a little bit of time apart, Woo Jin views missing you as completely unacceptable. So whenever he has to be away from you, he'll start a video call with you and just talk to you all day while he's out living his life, like a little one person vlog. He just wants you to see everything about his day and know exactly what you're up to, even if the call has to last all day. Any time he's in his little apartment alone and you can't come over he'll get you on his phone, propping you up so he can see everything you're doing and vice versa.

This call gets so constant that Gun Woo gets in the habit of waving at Woo Jin's phone every time he sees him, just in case you're there on the screen already.

x - x-ray (how easily are they able to read you?)

Woo Jin's got a lot of people skills, so he'd know quite quickly if something was bothering you, usually so captivated by your warmth and light that if something was dampening your spirits it would be really obvious to him. He might spiral for a bit and assume you're upset about something he's done wrong before he gets up the nerve to talk to you about it, but he'll always be there for you when you're feeling down, trying to cheer you up with his endless smiles and jokes.

y - yuck (what things do you do that they hate?)

If you are a morning person, who likes to get up with the sun and head straight out for the day, that would definitely not be his favourite thing about you, wishing he could just curl up in bed and do nothing with you forever.

z - zzz (what is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Woo Jin would definitely wake up to find himself fully wrapped around you. Like one leg over your hips, an arm under your neck, your whole body pressed to him while he's sleeping, never letting you get an inch of space from him in the night. If you wake up and try and wriggle free in the night, he'll always find his way back to you. Even asleep his forehead would crease with a frown, a little pout forming on his lips until his hands find you again, clinging to you like a child to their favourite teddy bear.

[artemisgrayy]

From One Hell to Another

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Chapter 6 Sneak Peek WIP

Tags: Alastor x Reader, Alcohol, fluff, soft Alastor, Slow Burn, Tension, not proofread, WIP

A/n: This one is taking a bit longer cause it's longer than the other chapters but I PROMISE the wait will be worth it. Here's a taste 👀

I WOULD LOVE FEEDBACK ON THE TENSE..NESS? I'm getting in my head about characterization 😅

18+ - Minors DO NOT INTERACT with me or my content

“Care to have a drink with me?” the demon inquires, materializing a bottle of Rye in one hand. The sound of his claws clink against the glass, creating a delicate but unsettling rhythm.

His eyes fix you with a beguile stare. You've witnessed him point this look toward others -- many back down at the sight of it, terrified to provoke the demon.

It only entices you to push harder.

“Depends, have you poisoned it?” You quip, the corner of your mouth turning up.

Alastor’s eyes narrow into slits, his smile growing wider, “Heavens, no,” he chuckles, materializing two crystal tumblers in his other hand, “Not this time, anyway.”

He pours a couple fingers and extends the drink to you. One of his eyebrows cocks as you dramatically observe every angle of the glass. You bring the tumbler close to your face, feigning reluctance, but your mouth falls open when the crisp smell of oak and vanilla coat the inside of your nose.

“Holy shit, this actually smells amazing,” you gasp delightfully.

“I have to agree with you there. This was my drink of choice when I was alive,” he pauses, looking introspectively before continuing, “It was my mother’s favourite too.”

This was the first you’ve heard of his life before hell and your head tilts at the disclosure.

“Were you close with your mom?” you ask with your lips against the glass, taking in the aroma.

“Incredibly.” the demon nods, a hint of pain in his voice.

You stare out over the horizon, hesitant to pry further -- family is a touchy subject and you know that first hand. The first sip washes the taste of cherry over your tongue and moan breaks free from your throat.

“Wow,” you gush, holding up the glass to observe the amber liquid as you swash it around the tumbler, “If this is poisoned, at least I'll die happy.”

“The night is still young, darling,” Alastor purrs, glancing down at his middle and index claws as he taps them together, “you know, if you have a death wish," his eyes dart towards you, "I can think of far more productive use F̶͎͓̔̌̕o̴̭̓̇̂ȑ̷͈͂ ̸̩̤̯̋̕ỳ̶̙̓o̶̹͎͓͑̎̏u̴̢̇̆͒r̴̦̥͛̄ ̶̡͙̺̀̂ś̴͇̞͆ö̷̬̩́̔͠u̵̲̅ͅl̷͚͑̀."

“Still on that, eh?" The increased static in his voice doesn't phase you, "You really think you could handle me being around you 24/7?”

“Hm, I'd tolerate it.” his eyes slide back toward his hand as he straightens out his arm.

“You know I'd make it your personal hell, right? Like, to a point where you'd regret the moment you wrap your big, scary hand around mine."

Alastor answers by taking a sip from his glass, giving you that famous coaxing look of his over the rim.

“I hope you don't mind me blaring heavy EDM from my phone everyday.”

“Sounds like you haven't a penchent for pain,” his smile widens, “I can work with that.”

“Good, I'm a bit of a masochist.” you blurt out.

Heat soaks through your features as the last word leaves your mouth and you break eye contact to look down at the glass in your hand. You didn't even realize it was empty, and with all the excitement today, you completely forgot to eat.

"Interesting," he teases, picking up the scent of your embarrassment like a bloodhound. The bottle clinks against your glass as he pours you another round, "I can work with that too."

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[princelylove]

Totally agree with the sadism Noriaki (fanart usually drawing him too soft lol). I love how he always have image of an honor student, who couldn't done anything wrong but actually he is so much worst, a sadistic pervert. Jotaro is also a pervert but he is hide it well, only when you know him better, he show that side of his more. I think he is opposite of Noriaki on bed (who love sweet and slow sex), Jotaro quite rough, like he realise all his emotion into sex.

Btw beside Jotaro and Noriaki, who do you think like rough sex, and who like it soft and sweet?

Rohan already a weirdo in the manga/anime so I'm not suprised he is more pervert when he is a yandere. Do you think he also use Heaven's Door on you? Like write something about you will be with him forever or he just too confident about his charm so he won't use his stand.

~ 🏵️ anon ~

Rohan is too proud to use shortcuts like his stand. But, you know, taking a little looksie into your brain never hurt anyone. He’s just checking to make sure you’re capable of even liking him in the first place, tweaking your preferences if you don’t… But he really, truly, wants to adjust nothing more than he needs to. It’s beneath him.

Here's a random assortment, but it’s very clear I’m in a part five mood…

Giorno treats you rather delicately in normal, everyday talk. You sort of expected him to be rather affectionate during sex, since he hasn’t made any advances towards you sexually, but you’re sure he’s thinking it every now and then. There’s nothing else that could be on his mind when he eyes you for a second too long, but he’s never acted on it or expressed any sort of desire for sex before, so.. you should chalk that thought up to your frightened imagination. Giorno doesn’t do well with intimacy, he fears it’s the only thing people want from him, so he will avoid it until he’s sure you have absolutely no room to escape him. He holds himself over by insisting the only medical attention you need is from him. Little cuts, God forbid a broken bone, Giorno can fix it all- and he’s happy to. Never mind the fact that he has to break your leg even more to replace it, it’s just how his stand works. If you catch the way his eyes seem to brighten up a bit when looking at your wounds, keep it to yourself. When you finally get him comfortable enough for sex, he wants you to worship the ground he walks on. Become obsessed with him the way he is with you, see him as the young god he is. Trail kisses from the bottom of his feet to his hip and he’ll consider touching you. Sex with Giorno is slow and soft, he’s meticulous, and fully expects that kind of attention to come his way before he’ll consider doing anything to you. Giorno’s sadism rots his brain if he denies himself what he craves, and, could you really hold it against that pretty face of his? He wants you to bleed out, he wants you to writhe in agony, show him you’re a living being that can experience what he has to offer. He won’t hit you, but he’ll use whatever tools he can to make sure you’re aching by the end of his little indulgent sessions. 

Guido’s a bit of a masochist, but he doesn’t like all that dirty, degrading talk, he just really loves the physical pain. Talk to him like you love him while you’re digging your shoe into his chest and he’ll just fall deeper in love. I cannot see him as anything other than submissive, he just wants to do whatever you wanna do. Guido will roll on his back and take whatever you’re gonna give him as long as you reassure him that you’re doing it out of love and don’t resent him for snatching you up. He’ll give you head, he’ll let you penetrate him, he’ll do anything to keep you happy. The way he smiles as you’re carving a heart into his chest is chilling, if anything. This is the same guy that would track you down no matter how far you went- passione’s bloodhound. Yet here he is, face flushed like he just received his first nude picture, looking at you as if you’re walking down the aisle for him and not figuring out how to get this shitty carving job you're doing to scar as long as he wants it. 

Prosciutto’s using you for stress relief. He’s the type of man to make you wait on him hand and foot, literally. He gets off on your subservience, it’s exactly what he knew he wanted when he first got a reaaal good look at you. He doesn’t really care about after care, so you’re on your own to get your wounds all cleaned out. Prosciutto will backhand you if you file his nails wrong, hard. You know how much of a pain it’s going to be to get this filed correctly? Are you such a stupid whore that you can’t take your mind off of him for five seconds to do him the little favor of making his nails all nice and neat? He’ll forgive you if you get on your knees and beg for him to not be mad. If you’re stupid enough to actually get on your knees, you’ll figure out what italian leather tastes like.

[sscnguine]

i just now realized that bloodhound has icelandic accent and they reference a lot about norse mythology i m 

[rebelwrites]

Promise To My Son

Jax Teller x Reader

Gif credit @gifsofanarchy

It was the first night out of the hospital since you gave birth, and you and Jax were completely head over heels in love with your son. Jax probably more so than you if that was possible, you pretty much had to give him the puppy eyes to get a cuddle. You didn’t mind though, you loved seeing your husband so soft.

Everyday the guys text to see how everyone was doing and how excited they were to meet the little guy, both you and Jax had decided that you wanted the first week just the three of you which they understood but you know come the morning they would all be round fighting over who gets to hold Nate first.

You were currently laid in bed snuggled into Jax’s side just enjoying each other’s company as Nate was fast asleep in his bassinet across the room.

“I am so proud of you” Jax whispered kissing the top of your head “you have given me the best gift ever”

“You are going to be an amazing daddy” you smiled as you ran your fingers over his abs, a yawn escaping your lips “in fact you already are”

“Darlin’ go to sleep” Jax whispered “you still need your rest, don’t worry about Nate waking i've got him tonight”

“I love you Mr Teller” you whispered, leaning up to give him a kiss.

“I love you too Mrs Teller, now go to sleep” He whispered against your lips.

The sound of his son’s cries woke Jax, he couldn’t help but smile as you naturally stirred your maternal instincts kicking in, reaching over Jax placed a kiss on your forehead.

“I’ve got him babe” Jax whispered before rolling out of bed in just a pair of boxers.

Padding over to his son, he smiled as he picked him up.

“What’s up little man?” Jax mumbled sleepily “you hungry?”

Within the next 15 minutes Jax was sat in the chair in the nursery feeding his boy, he could take his eyes off him, he couldn’t believe that the tiny human in his arms would call him daddy at some point. He couldn’t help himself after he had changed Nate, leaving him in his nappy he pulled him against his bare chest.

This was one of his favourite things, skin on skin contact with his boy.

“I will always be your biggest fan, I will always be your protector, I will always defend you, always be your friend and confidant. I will always love you my boy” Jax whispered as he bounced his little boy in his arms getting him back to sleep.

One thing was for sure Jax was going to let his son know how loved he is.

“For as long as I live I will always be your parent first but your best friend second” Jax laughed at his own statement, he was never one to get emotional but things were changing “I will stalk you, flip out on you, lecture you, drive you insane like I do with your mummy, I will also be your worst nightmare at times and won’t be afraid to hunt you down like a bloodhound but I hope you understand it’s because I love you”

“The day you understand this I know you have become a responsible adult” Jax whispered looking down at Nate “you will never find anyone else in your life who loves, prays, cares and worries about you more than me and your mum.”

Carrying him back into your room he gently placed Nate back in his bassinet, just watching him with tears in his eyes.

“And if you don’t mumble under your breath you hate me at least once then I’m not doing my job properly” Jax sniffed “one thing I know for sure my boy is that everyday I am going to work on bettering myself, not only to be the dad you deserve but also for your mum”

Kissing his fingers, Jax placed his fingers on the top of his son’s head before climbing back into bed pulling you into his arms before falling back asleep again.

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Stupid Harringrove HC!!!!! Ok so since I was young I've done this thing where I ask people I'm close to the same question again and again and again bc ??? that's what my brain do i guess. Like, when I was young I would ask my mom stuff like 'what's your favorite color?' or 'do you like chocolate?' everyday and get the same answer. And now I ask stupid questions like 'have you ever been murdered?' or 'how many socks can you fit in your left toe?'. Like, asking the same people the same question repeatedly bc it's going to vibrate against my skull unless I ask it right then. So, anyway, I'm giving this brain click to Steve. And Billy wants to find it annoying but instead he just thinks it's cute.

I love getting lil head canons from y’all! KEEP ‘EM COMIN’

Okay, so.

I can’t pretend that I fully understand what you mean. Please let me know if this is way out of left field, but. My best friend is Autistic and she does something similar where she’ll tell the same story over and over again, or she’ll ask me questions that she can’t remember the answer to. They’re never super out there, like. She never asks me how many socks I can fit on my left toe but I wish she would! The answer is one really small one and two big ones!

ANYWAY

Billy always thought those types of questions only came up when you’re high. You know. Stoner Boner thoughts. Little tingly synapses that glitter in the back of his mind when he’s three blunts in, eyelids red and droopy to the point where Max can take one look at him and ask how’s the view up there?

But apparently not. 

Apparently Steve? He’s got wheels turning behind that pretty spread of hair after all. Billy’s just never sure if they’re spinning in the right direction.

The first time it happens they’re high as shit.

Steve’s parents are away for the weekend and Tommy got a new load of goodies from his cousin in Colorado. Like, gummies and THC infused soda--stuff that reminds Billy too much of home. 

Futuristic. Sinful in the high they produce.

And Steve’s a pothead on a good day. Not everyone knows that about him but the kid can sniff out miss Mary like a prized bloodhound.

The shit they buy off Tommy, though?

It’s different than Indiana rag weed. Steve eats half a gummy and rolls two more, already floating ten feet above the bell tower. 

By the time the high hits, Billy knows Steve’s had too much. It’s obvious from the way he’s laying barefoot on the window seat, the pads of each foot walking back and forth across the glass without ever really touching it. Steve’s nursing a bag of popcorn and a joint, singing along to Fleetwood Mac, and Billy.

He decides it’s time to clean the room.

Steve’s messy. A messy dude, a sloppy boy, and as much as Billy despises the way cleanliness was beaten into him, he doesn’t mind cleaning up if it’s for Steve, so.

Billy’s midway through folding Steve’s socks when a question is supplied.

“Bill?”

“Yeah?”

Steve chuckles to himself. “You there, dude?”

“I’m here, baby.”

Steve hums, toes digging into the windowpane as he struggles to move his feet across the ledge once more. “If Jesus can walk on water, can he swim on land?”

And it’s funny, but like.

Also kind of random.

And weird.

Billy drops the wad of socks with a chuckle. “What?”

“Yeah. He walks across the red sea--”

“The river Jordan.”

“And he walks on the water, like. Barefoot or something. Without getting wet.” Steve rolls off the window seat, managing to avoid dumping his popcorn everywhere. “Do you think Jesus could swim on the ground? Like at the quarry?”

And Billy.

Blames it on the weed. On the cute little way Steve watches him with wide, curious brown irises, hand shoveling too much popcorn into his mouth so when Steve crunches on the kernels they spill all over the place, and.

Plaster themselves to his chin. 

Billy blames Steve for the way he crawls over to wipe at them harshly, letting up only when Steve whines in the back of his throat. 

Billy kisses Steve’s cheek. “Do you want Jesus to swim on land?” He decides to entertain it. 

Harrington thinks about it, feeding himself a kernel of popcorn with a little, “One for me,” and then poking Billy’s lips with the next. All, “One for you.”

Over and over again until Steve’s just feeding Billy popcorn. Until they’ve forgotten the whole Jesus debate and Billy has to snatch the bag away and insist they get real food.

So they drop it.

Eat dinner. Shower. Watch T.V. All thoughts of Jesus aside until they’re cuddled up in bed and Billy feels himself fall heavy with exhaustion. 

Steve’s voice rings sweet and soft in the darkness. “Bill?”

“Yeah?”

“You awake, man?”

Billy sighs, burying his head in Steve’s chest. “I’m here, baby.”

Steve hums. Pulling Billy closer, and. Wondering aloud; “Do you think Jesus can walk on water and swim on land?”

Billy thinks about it for a minute. Wondering if Steve is joking. If he even remembers the conversation they had earlier. In the end, Billy just laughs. 

“Do you want Jesus to swim on land?” He asks. Because it’s important.

Steve doesn’t say anything for a long time.

So long that Billy wonders if this goes deeper. If it’s a crisis of faith or it he’s really praying about it to get the truth straight from the horses mouth, but.

When Billy pulls out of Steve’s grasp he comes face to face with that tell-tale drool spot. And Steve’s snuffly little dream noises and he knows.

They’ll talk about it again in the morning.

[bangtancentricsblog]

hell hath no fury

↳ they say hell hath no fury like a woman scorned God was not an exception

❒ pairing: jeon jungkook x reader

❒ genre: angst, some fluff maybe, re-imagined bible story

❒ alternative universe: biblical, modern, married

❒ rating: NC 17

❒ word count: 2.8 k

warnings/disclosures: this isn't meant to mock religion or anything so please don't see it that way!, a whole lot of other gods/goddesses that i don't know enough about but decided to use for this fic, LUCIFER JUNGKOOK, GOD MC, APHRODITE SEOKJIN, BES YOONGI, MICHAEL TAEHYUNG, talks of war, Jungkook and MC have a daughter, they talk in circles lmao, mc doesn't let things go….nothing too bad though so i hope you enjoy it…..

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It’s bright, so uncomfortably bright. Jungkook likes to think that maybe the white monotone and the open concept of the living room isn't because you held onto that disgusting idea of purity. To be honest he’s absolutely positive you’ve never known purity in your life, but he’s not one to judge. He’s not quite sure why he’s here but he supposed it's a good sign when his wife finally decides she wants to see him, especially of her own volition. There’s something about the solitude of your house that makes his skin tingle almost as if one of his brothers were near. Though one can never be certain when it comes to you, especially considering those horny bastards had been after you way before you two had even gotten married.

His leg has begun to bounce, a nervous tick he picked up from one of his human friends, but to say he’s nervous is a long shot. In truth he’s excited, the last time he’d seen you was during the wildfires of 2017 and that already seemed so long ago. Sure he’d caused it but what other choice did he really have? It’s not everyday one so easily gets to see their wife, especially one who has gone out of her way to make it known that although they were indeed still married they were in fact separated. He sighs heavily, manspreading while leaning his head against the back of the couch, he can’t wait, he thinks allowing his eyes to flutter closed.

*

Jin stares at you, eyes half lidded the way they always are when he can smell the love in the air. Though it's not just in the air, the scent of love has heavily wrapped itself to your being like a second skin and he finds that not for the first time he wants to know who exactly had such an effect on you. His cheek rests in his open palm, his stare taking in every bit of you in search of a possible answer, but alas he can’t seem to find a crack in your hand crafted mask. The garden you sit in is like that of a fairytale, Jin would know he’s read his fair share, but he digresses, he’s not quite sure why he’s here though. Sure he loved having tea with you but recently something had changed and when the goddess of love and beauty says he wished he could have tea with you in a beautiful garden he hadn’t expected you to make one in mere seconds. Surely something had to be wrong for you to build an entire garden just to appease his whims.

“____, honey, is there something you wanted to talk about?” he asks, eyes still trained on your face, still searching.

“I’m not sure what you mean Aphrodite, can’t I simply want to have tea with you?”

“You would never take me for a fool, just as I would never dream to take you for one. So I’ll ask once more and you know I don't usually ask love. Is there something you wanted to talk about?” he waits, his nose twitching as the beautiful sweet fragrance of love so unique to you is tainted by the bitter scent of smoke and iron. He wants to gag but he won’t because it seems your little mask has begun to crumble unknowingly.

“I’ve summoned my husband.” you whisper cupping the teacup in both hands. He doesn’t mean to gasp, it just slips out the seams of his lips. He knows of all the things your husband has done and he knows that they hurt you deeply, even now.

“What can I do to help?” he asks instead of ‘Do you want my husband to beat him up?’

“How do you, I mean how can I, well I'm not too sure honestly.” you chuckle bringing your teacup to your lips and the look in your eyes is far away, one Jin has never had the pleasure of knowing especially in one as young as yourself.

“Honey, you can't force someone to love you, love is something that just is or isn't.” He knows it's cryptic and yeah all the old gods spoke in riddles like this but he knows you, and he knows you’ll understand.

“I hate riddles, you old gods should keep up with the times.” you say, and suddenly he’s reminded of Bes who despite being slightly younger than him is much more in tune with the ways of humans and the current ruling god. His brows twitch, the smooth expanse of his unwrinkled face twisting as he feels the words slide onto his tongue, “You should talk to Yoongi then, he seems like a better candidate than this old goddess.” Your laughter fills the air, a sound so joyous that the garden around him seems to grow bigger and brighter. Oh, he thinks as he watches the garden evolve past anything he can imagine. Mortals were so dumb to think that a man could do anything much less create all that they have, even now as you sit before him he’s completely in awe of your true powers. There’s that scent again, the smell of love but much more different, yours is sweet and warm this one is cool and soothing almost like the scent of rain. It washes over him and mingles with yours twisting up in a way that compliments one other.

He’s turning his gaze away from you in search of the scent and finds himself staring straight at Lucifer. It’s not a surprise really, he knew that Lucifer was handsome, dare he say rivailed the looks of many of his friends and yet he was a different kind of handsome. Though right now he finds himself equal parts intrigued and disgusted because there was no way this was your husband.

*

Jungkook is roused from his nap by the sound of laughter, more accurately your laughter. It's such a sweet sound, he can't help but feel slightly upset that you sound so happy giggling up a storm with someone that isn't him. He knows the difference between your laugh, can easily tell, before you’d decided to separate he’d spent the better part of 7 millenia with you. He can see the way the shrubbery just outside a window is blooming, the once small buds blossoming into the full grown flowers as your laughter continues. He’s off the couch and following the sound like a bloodhound to a scent, he doesn't remember the cobblestone path nor the fountains of water nymphs that shy away from him as he passes. He doesn’t remember what used to be his home being so vast, the land is green, small rose bushes growing taller and taller into a hedge maze. He’s walking through it blindly, it’s bizarre really, because he’s sure he’d never gone through it before, almost as if it had grown in an instant.

He can see the trees that line the outsides of the hedge maze, can smell the sweet scent of honey suckles hidden from his view. All of these things are new to him but you aren’t one of them. Your laughter has died down to mere gasps and he’s rounding a corner when he finally finds you, though to his surprise it’s not just you. His gaze is quick to fall on Aphrodite, as his aura fluctuates from a soft pink to a dark raspberry his dislike for Jungkook is clear. The sun prickles at the back of his neck as you turn your gaze to meet his, a strange comforting warmth spreads through him. One he is accustomed to, something else he’s missed since you’d forced him from his place by your side. He watches your eyes grow wide as if you’ve just now remembered that you’d summoned him. A slow itch finds its way to his palms, he has to clench his fists to get rid of the sensation, blunt fingernails digging into the skin. He hides the slight wince well face falling into one of indifference as you continue to gaze at him.

“I’ll take my leave now, but I expect to hear from you soon.” Aphrodite says to you smiling in a way that annoys Jungkook. You seem to hesitate to tear your gaze from Jungkook’s, there’s that sparkle he missed, the one that shines brighter than all the galaxies in creation. He knows it sounds like an exaggeration but it’s not, your eyes really do hold stardust and shine just as bright. The breeze carries your scent to him and he takes a deep breath relishing in the indescribable smell, he sighs, fingers twitching at the thought that he’s finally this close to you.

“Wife.” he says.

“Jungkook.” you parrot his tone, but he can see the way your lips twitch in a failed attempt to hide a smile. He can feel his own pull upwards, his cheeks heating the longer you smile at him.

“May I take a seat?” he asks motioning to the chair opposite you. You nod your head gaze trained on his form as he easily closes the distance. The sun shines beautifully off his hair bathing him in a golden glow that makes him just that much more handsome, and it further reminds you just how breathtaking he is.

“How have you been Jungkook?” You ask as he takes a seat, the sun once warm now feels slightly uncomfortable against your skin, the dress you wear doing nothing to protect you from its suddenly harsh rays.

“Could be better, I do rule over hell after all. How about you, how is heaven going for you?” He says, moving to rest his cheek in an open palm.

“It’s going well, the death rate has gone down significantly. Nothing I can really complain about. I would like it if you stopped threatening to stir up trouble though.”

“I do no such thing, if my brothers have lied to you that’s on them. I would also love to not see you flirting with them at family functions.”

“I don’t flirt with them.” You say appalled at the thought.

“You do, you just don’t know you’re doing it.” He laughs taking your hand that rests on the table. His skin is warm against yours, your fingers twitch in his hold as he moves to intertwine them. His eyes are lidded, a soft smile playing at his lips the longer the silence grows. A breeze blows past carrying with it the faintest scent of salt and heat, one that comes to mind when you think of one person. You pull your hand away from his just barely catching the way his face falls at the loss of contact. It makes your heart ache, the loss of contact with him when he’s just returned to your side. But you have to be strong, it was you after all that had chosen to separate.

“Mama!” Your daughter squeals bounding over to you before she throws herself into your hold. Her skin is warm, the scent of salt just that much stronger now that she’s sitting in your lap. Her gaze falls to Jungkook quickly as she squeals again quickly squirming off your lap and towards him.

“Papa, I missed you! Did you miss me?” She asks as he moves to hold her close.

“Papa always misses you, my precious girl.”

“Mama said she had a surprise for me, are you staying over?” She asks excitedly before she begins to play with his fingers comparing her little hand to his.

“I don’t know, what do you think mama?” He asks around a grin that makes your heart flutter and your cheeks heat.

“I think your papa is busy honey. Why don’t you go play with your toys while we finish talking and then we can do something else.” You ask eyes hopeful that she’ll agree easily.

“Okay.” She sighs sliding off his lap but not before she kisses his cheek and bounds off towards the house. Both of you watch her go, gaze reflecting the adoration you hold for her.

“She’s gotten so big, how do you handle her?”

“With a lot of work, look I called you here because for some reason Yoongi has convinced me to try and work things out with you.”

“I’ve always liked Yoongi, he’s a very reasonable god.”

“We have our daughter to think about so I figured we should at least try for her.”

“And what about us?”

“What of it?”

“Are we not going to try and fix our relationship?”

“Jungkook, I know you don’t love me. You’ve proven it many times over and I don't want to force any of my feelings on you.”

“Why do you think that?” He asks, the annoyance is clear as he sticks his tongue into his cheek crossing his arms at his chest.

“You cheated on me, more than once.” You grit out.

“For the last time, it was a misunderstanding. You never let me explain, but of course you wouldn’t because you’re god and you’re always right.”

“I didn’t need to hear a lie about how that minor goddess came to be in our bed.”

“It wouldn’t have been a lie, because I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Just like you did nothing wrong with Lilith?”

“Exactly, Lilith is a liar she wanted to get away from Adam. I had nothing to do with that!”

“Surely you think me a fool.”

“I don’t but I do think you’re being foolish. I have never and will never be unfaithful to you. I love you, even after you cast me out of heaven, even when you refuse to believe me, I love you.” He says so earnestly your heart skips a beat. In his eyes you see nothing but truth, they glitter like they did all those years as if they’d been sprinkled with only the purest of stardust. They’re just as beautiful, just as lethal, but still beautiful and yet there’s something different.

“What aren’t you telling me?” You ask, the lightness in your tone is gone, replaced with something firm, something unyielding.

“What makes you think I’m hiding something, if I’m hiding anything at all.”

“I know you, and you are most definitely hiding something. So what is it?”

“The years have made you cynical, I don’t spend all my time plotting just so I can see you again.”

“Of course not, you spend the rest of your time bedding demons and corrupting the minds of humans.” You laugh a hollow empty sound, it’s unpleasant and makes his stomach twist.

“Must we have this conversation again? We’re talking in circles love, I have not done anything wrong….recently anyways.”

“Jungkook,” you start only to be startled by the appearance of Michael “Taehyung what brings you?”

“Pardon me my lord, I bring news of the human realm.” he says, shooting a glance at Jungkook.

“Tell me.”

“There are whispers of war, amongst the humans and the celestial realms.”

“War is common amongst humans, but higher beings have not been at war for millenia. What has changed?”

“Witnesses have said a serpent has whispered into the ears of many creating tensions between once peaceful beings.” Your gaze falls to Jungkook who sits quietly; his suit lacks any creases, crisp even as his brother delivers this sudden news. He lacks the surprise that one would usually witness when hearing this information.

“You did this.” you whisper resigned to the inevitable fact that he has stirred up trouble yet again but somehow this is worse than anything you could have imagined.

“I might’ve lost sight of the serpent who whispered in Eve’s ear some time ago, however I had no part in this. I am the king of hell, despite how the world sees me I do not relish in the useless spilling of blood human or otherwise.” He breathes picking lint off his sleeve, gaze meeting yours once more. His eyes are ablaze at the mere thought of war especially when he has something he wishes to protect whether you’d want to be protected or not. You and your daughter are his most precious treasures and if this war comes, he will surely die to make sure that the two of you are safe.

“Go to the general, prepare for war and make sure my daughter is safe at all costs.” you speak, and this version of you is the one Jungkook loves the most. The one who easily takes command of her domain, the one and only God.

“I’ll fight with you, I will always fight with you my love.” he reminds you, taking your hand once more, moving to kneel before you as he pledges his life to you again for all eternity in life or death he would be yours.

[shortythescreen]

Insomnia

Warning(s): Nothing really! Very light, very fluffy. Mention of reader having a hard time sleeping and Bloodhound being a hunter/a legend, but other than that, can’t think of anything to worry about. 

Pairing(s): Bloodhound/reader. 

Author’s Note(s): a commission for my beautiful and lovely @useeer. he wanted bloodhound to be there for the reader while they were having an insomnia. 

What makes Bloodhound such an excellent hunter is their penchant for observation.

In the arena, they hear the sounds of nearby opponents, the clunk of their boots on the roofs of buildings that their teammates and them have hunkered down inside. They notice their tracks, the size of their shoe, if the footprint is human or bot. They are the first to see a shifted zipline, the quiet shirk of someone sliding up the ever-revolving ropes of a jump tower.

Their penchant for observation extends to their life outside of the ring as well. As a child, they could always sense when their Uncle was unhappy, when his mood was cross enough that he would not enjoy their jokes, their silly pranks. As a teenager, guiding the village in the wake of their Uncle’s death, they could tell when something had happened, when there was a dispute that needed solving.

Now, it applies to you, their partner.

You are a blessing from the Allfather, a gift given to them alone. They are eternally grateful everyday that you were patient enough to allow them to begin showing you the parts of themselves not everyone is allowed to see, the parts that are always hesitant to reveal themselves around newcomers. They are equally grateful that when they were finally able to, when they finally bared themselves to you, that you were kind enough, gentle enough, compassionate enough to love them.

That’s why they have taken the time to recognize things about you. To apply their observational skills. They know when they see more than a single bandage wrapped around the tips of your fingers that you’ve likely had a poor week. They know that you admire knives, not only for the fineness of the blades, but for the convenience with which you can flip them open.

They also know when you have not slept. It isn’t unusual for you to struggle with sleep, to need to go from couch to bed back to couch in order to get comfortable. To spend hours scrolling through your phone instead of resting your overactive mind. For two moons, you seemed to be doing well, going to bed and waking with enough time in between for you to not seem so sluggish.

It is one afternoon when you two are in the middle of watching a film they cannot remember the name of that they realize you have not been sleeping well. Though in public you respect their need for space, in private, they allow you to press into their side, to rest your head on their shoulder. Their helmet sits on a side table and instead of the red lenses of their goggles to help their vision, they wear their round glasses.

Their fingers slide through your hair, curling the strands around their scarred knuckles, relishing in the way they fall between the spaces between their digits. Perhaps it is that, paired with the skies growing dark and heavy with rain, but just as they are remembering the part of the movie that is about to happen, they hear a quiet whistle.

It is soft, high pitched. Barely there at all. Their honed ears quickly pinpoint that you are the source of the noise and they shift slightly, peering down the edge of their face at you.

You’re asleep.

Bloodhound blinks, surprised, their eyes the color of copper flickering over your head to peer at the clock on your stove. It’s not even a quarter until five. They glance back down at your head once more but all of the shifting seems to stir you because you snort abruptly, head shooting up as you wake yourself.

“Good morning,” they say and you huff out a quiet laugh, sitting back, your fingers finding one of your eyes.

“Sorry,” you say and they hum, reaching out to brush their fingers across the apple of your cheek, the gentle scrape of their nails tickling a gentle smile out of you.

“You needn’t apologize, my love,” they murmur, “shall I make you some tea?”

“Oh, no, Hound-” You pause, yawning large enough that their lips twitch up affectionately. “No, no, it’s okay. Really. You don’t have to.”

“If you would allow me, I would like to,” they murmur, leaning in to gently kiss the path their fingers left. Your cheeks warm under the attention they pay you and their heart lightens to see it, to witness the way you shyly nod, as though hesitant to inconvenience them. They stand, setting to work immediately.

You do not have all the herbs that they do, though some are stored in your cabinet from previous visits. They boil chopped ginger and wait until the water is hot to drop in enough honey that they can feel their teeth ache with the sweetness of it.

It is not until long that they return to you and you smile, reaching out for the tea. Rather than allowing you to take it though, they jerk their head to the side, signaling you to scoot. You raise an eyebrow but obey and they place their back against the left arm of the couch, aligning their leg with the crease between the back and seat cushions. The other dangles over the edge and they smile warmly at you, offering out the tea that fogs their glasses.

“Come, beloved.” They murmur.

“I know what you’re doing. You’re not sneaky.”

“It is not my duty to be sneaky. Though I think my opponents would disagree with you. Now, come. Drink.”

You roll your eyes, shaking your head but you do not grudge them as you nuzzle into their chest. You hold their tea close to your mouth, letting them run their fingers up and down the length of your spine. Their lips find your temple and you slurp their tea loudly.

“I’ll get to sleep eventually,” you say, and they hum along, not stopping the gentle drag of their fingers along your back. You settle into the cradle of their body, sighing at the cold that never truly seems to leave their skin. “You don’t need to do this.”

“What am I doing?” They murmur. “I thought we were watching your strange movie.”

“Tarzan is not that strange of a movie.”  

“Not that strange is still strange, elskan.”

At that, your shoulders shake with laughter and they hide their smile in the top of your hair, breathing in the scent of your shampoo. It isn’t long through the rest of the film that you truly do begin to nod against their chest, your cup of tea discarded on top of the coffee table between you two and the television.

“I’ve been… Having trouble with this,” you murmur as Hound lifts you further into their chest, watching the woman Jane say goodbye to Tarzan.

“Mhm,” they murmur, “that is not easy to deal with,”

“Mm mm…” You say with a great sigh. “But you always put my at ease.”

“I do my best to be a safe haven,” they say, softly, closing their eyes. Your breath is already beginning to slow, the makings of the nap you had been partaking in earlier resurging. They squeeze you close, letting you cuddle into their furs. “Sleep well, my love. We will speak when you wake.”

[dukereviewsmovies]

Duke Reviews: Lady And The Tramp

Hello, I'm Andrew Leduc And Welcome To Duke Reviews Where Today We Are Continuing Our Look At The Films Of Disney...

By Talking About Walt's 15th Animated Feature, Lady And The Tramp...

This Film Tells The Story Of An American Cocker Spaniel Named Lady Who Lives With A Refined, Upper Middle Class Family But When The Family Has A Baby, Lady Meets A Stray Mutt Named Tramp Who She Falls In Love With After The Family Leaves For A Vacation...

Will Lady Find Happiness With Tramp? Or Is There More To Him Than Meets The Eye?

Let's Find Out As We Watch Lady And The Tramp...

The Film Starts On Christmas As We Get Our First Song, Peace On Earth, Sung By Donald Novis Who You May Recall Sang This Song...

And While Just A Song To Show That It's Christmas It's Okay, Not One Of The Best Songs In This Movie Or Most Well Known But It's An Okay Song To Introduce Our Story...

Centering On One House, We Meet Jim Dear And Darling As They're About To Open Christmas Gifts, One Of Them Being A Cocker Spaniel Who Darling Calls Lady....

With The First Night Being Interesting, We Watch As Lady Grows Up And Enjoys A Happy Life With Her Owners And A Pair Of Dogs From The Neighborhood, A Scottish Terrier Named Jock And A Bloodhound Named Trusty...

Meanwhile Across Town, A Friendly Stray Mutt Referred To As Tramp, Tramp Who Goes About His Everyday Life, Begging For Scraps At Tony's And Protecting His Fellow Strays From The Dogcatcher...

Later, Lady Gets Saddened When Jim Dear And Darling Begin Acting Coldly To Her, Visiting Jock And Trusty They Determine That The Change In Behavior Is Due To Darling Being Pregnant With A Baby...

Trying To Explain To Lady What A Baby Is, Jock And Trusty Are Interrupted By Tramp, Who Offers His Own Opinions On The Subject..

(Start At 0:38)

Over A Matter Of Months, Jim Jr. Eventually Arrives Which Leads To Our Next 2 Songs, What Is A Baby? And La La Lu..

And They're Okay Songs But Again Like The First Song Not Exactly Memorable...

Soon After, Jim Dear And Darling Go On A Trip, Leaving Both Lady, Jim Jr And The House With Darling's Aunt Sarah But Lady Ends Up Clashing With Aunt Sarah's 2 Siamese Cats, Si And Am As We Get The Next Song, Ok, Let's Talk About The Siamese Cat Song...

I Love This Song...

I Know It's Racist But It Is In My Opinion One Of The Film's Best Songs And Without It The Film Just Wouldn't Be The Same...

Blamed For Si And Am's Destruction, Aunt Sarah Takes Lady To The Pet Shop To Get A Muzzle, Terrified, Lady Runs Off But Is Pursued By Alley Dogs...

Seeing The Whole Chase, Tramp Steps In And Saves Lady From The Stray Dogs And Takes Her To The Zoo To See A Beaver Who Can Get The Muzzle Off..

Showing Lady How He Lives His Footloose And Collar Free Life, It All Culminates In A Candlelit Spaghetti Dinner At Tony's Which Leads To Another One Of The Best Songs In The Film...

Escorting Lady Home The Next Morning, Tramp Decides To Chase Some Hens In A Chicken Coop, But When The Dogcatcher Shows Up, They Attempt To Flee But Unfortunately The Dogcatcher Catches Lady...

(Start At 0:06, End At 1:36)

With The Other Dogs At The Pound Admiring Lady's Collar, It Turns Out That They Know Tramp And Reveal To Lady That He's Had Multiple Girlfriends In The Past And It's Unlikely That He'll Ever Settle Down As We Get Our Next Song...

(End At 1:32)

And I Love This Song Too

This, Bella Note And The Siamese Cat Song Are Probably The Best Songs In This Movie And The Most Memorable...

Collected By Aunt Sarah, She Chains Lady To Her Doghouse In The Backyard As Jock And Trusty Visit To Comfort Her. Arriving To Apologize, Thunder Starts To Rumble As Lady Angrily Confronts Tramp About His Past Sweethearts To Which He Sadly Leaves After..

However, When A Rat That's Been Trying To Get Into The House Shows Up Again, Lady Attempts To Bark Frantically But Aunt Sarah Just Tells Her To Be Quiet...

Luckily, Tramp Runs Back To Help, Entering The House And Finding The Rat Near Jim Jr's Crib With Intent To Kill Him...

(Start At 1:17, End At 2:52)

Believing The 2 Dogs Are Responsible For All The Destruction, Aunt Sarah Forces Tramp Into A Closet And Places Lady In The Cellar As She Calls The Pound To Take Tramp Away...

But Luckily Jim Dear And Darling Return And Releases Lady Who Shows Them The Dead Rat, Vindicating Tramp...

Oh, My God, We Were Idiots!

Overhearing Everything, Jock And Trusty Decide To Go After The Dogcather's Wagon To Save Tramp, Despite Jock Believing That Trusty Has Lost His Sense Of Smell...

But That Turns Out To Be Not True, As Trusty Finds The Wagon...

(Start At 3:05)

Fast Forwarding To Next Christmas, Tramp Is Now Apart Of The Family With A Collar And Licence Of His Own And Has 4 Pups With Lady, A Son Named Scamp...

Who We'll Talk About Tuesday On Duke Reviews Xtra...

And 3 Daughters, Annette, Collette, And Danielle, Who Look Identical To Lady. With Jock Coming To See The Family Along With Trusty (Who Did Not Die, But Broke His Leg) Tramp Is Happy To Be Apart Of A Family As He Lives Happily Ever After With Lady And Their Children...

And That's Lady And The Tramp And It's Ok...

While Not The Best Of The Disney Animated Movies, I Did Enjoy The Songs And The Characters Were Pretty Interesting And The Early 1900 Setting Can Be Beautiful At Times Either Way, I Say See It...

Be Sure To Visit Duke Reviews Xtra On Tuesday As We Look At Lady And The Tramp 2: Scamp's Adventure, Till Then, This Is Duke, Signing Off...

[instantbelieverprincess-blog]

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[ghostofam]

Venus Returns

in two parts.

i see the birds are bandying about

a multicolored rumor of spring

as i approach

a sudden hush

interrupts their gossiping

little white and brown bodies flit around

inside the bushes but

none twitter again

until i've cleared

the corner of the block

where the parking lot leads toward Mercy

The gravelly soup of the alley

tries to melt my shoes, squelching

past a house where i might once have said

i am not going to have sex with you

– laugh now at past austerity as i cross the path

where rumor says i lost my keys – recent

wine-induced oversight, when the snow was still deep.

Warm enough now to mark chance appearances, like

things rise somehow, these relics or records

frozen in the moist earth or lost

in the mist of a long-forgotten last Fall,

suddenly buoyant, insist.

The sun though is still weak, trying to break

out of a thin shell to make all these brown

tones recede or grey deathskin regenerate –

old paper fades, a bed made for the soft

yolk of light to fall

princely on our kingdom.

These long months made us colorblind, hopeless,

withdrawn inspecting expanded waistlines

or plucking conspicuous hairs in dim

bathroom mirror.

Far enough along now to see clearly –

there is some higher order making its way

through the rank and file, that-by-which –

another hedgerow set a-rattling

with the clamp and release of clawed toes

along the twig where new pledges will live,

where new worries will grow – where bored courage could muster,

tiny legs tremble among the cluster of bud,

shining from the fat chest which rubbed it,

smeared little nub where, some hope, a berry will grow

to sate this mad pandering.  

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Suspicions of her coming are infinitely disordered.

– bored Tuesday working the winebar

– no place to bear witness or tremble before

the return: Heraldess of Spring or beauty emergent.

Yes, that-bi-witch beauty

surging all the same.

Dark enough now, temperature falling

– just when all memory of the warm afternoon

or hope of interpreting gossip has gone –  

she arrives to greet a friend.

A simple report of the door, nothing about which to remark

– just like the appearance of truth is often ordinary.

Yet soon awakens

a pressure in the chest,

a warm intimation

of sweat about to break

in an idle moment pause

with a glass held in the air

half polished

notice these bright animations

bent slightly inward, engaged

in the conversational play

which at times effects a subtle wave

of humor to glide over her face.

A face so beautiful

it forces a reversion to poetic form.

Immediate an honest is this haste,

yet i have no form!

True love knows no net.  

Washing glasses wiping tables stealing glimpse or snatch

of guttural words.  Oh how stupid is this ordinary truth!

i do not speak her language

– a pity of form!

Sudden languid protest of the limbs –

breath robbed and sent back in

with rose-petal aroma and humid oppression –

perched behind the bar,

i cower as so many birds

steel themselves and wait,

tremulous inertia until

this strange imperious power

should pass on.  

i rub my eyes and try to fix the lenses that enwrap them,

as if the image might be any more clearly defined

like the sun, at noon, more bright.  

i wonder if anyone in the room understands what is happening

as if i myself have not already forgotten, the root

of my tongue ripped out, blood sent back

from every extremity

to flood the brain.  

Suddenly critical and hopeless, to all appearances

disingenuous and unattractive,

i tug on my belt, straighten errant clothes, twirl the barbarous

ends of a mustache while rehearsing in baritone

the primitive upward warble

and moan of the breath, over

and under again.

No frame now for this form – if perfected the aim

of my body's dissent to ordinary goes

good god, alive, woman!

All banal names will be dispelled so i can say

i crave in a fictitious language, and play

far above the neck in imitation

of some throttled bird, be –

–beak

because!  a fake flower in her hair!

faint whiff, Oriental air,

the patterns of her speech so strange

yet pretty and congruent to my ear!

a smile erupts to lift

a high cheek higher or hand

to trace slender neckline, buried vein

– a tiny shoulder to untraceable collarbone

visible in thin shirt yet

breasts humble and inert

even as she leans,

stretching arms overhead.

A laugh that makes me revert

instantly to animal form.

Some bloodhound hot for aesthetic refinement,

or such as constitutes the scent

– simultaneous awakening of all the senses.  

A descent into the self so pure the self rejects it,

a projection so basic it is acceptably objective

(cock lying alone,

languidly disinterested) –

The impulse so strong it demands

obnoxious analogies –

Her neck like a swan's!

The color of her lips, a Tequila Sunrise!

The heraldess of winter's end will surprise no-one!

She will speak with a thousand uprooted tongues,

in accented English thick with sex and erudition,

and her eyes! bright like the globe

of the Earth itself,

glittering with promise, no –

glinting with humor at your fear and inertia,

sparkling with some rumor

fit only to be bandied

by birds.  

Some ridiculous metaphor for her middle parts

will hover over the globe of the belly

wherein Earth-mistress is quickening

all us wandering formless and hope

full to spin on the axis

of her omphalos.

Oh but what quickening, what eyes?

i manage to mutter (in a weak tenor),

where are you from?

then tuck my tail and hide.  

It's enough to know that the Arabian Princess of everyday truth

has descended into my humble wine-bar

Tuesday bored musing, what forecast,

what Spring? She has her one glass,

steps out under the eaves, hugs her friend

goodbye and leaves.

After my 153rd heavy sigh, we wipe everything down

one last time, lock the door,

turn out the lights and hit the street.

Bemused coworker chucks the trash into the dumpster,

lights up and laughs.

We slide, shuffle, and duckwalk down the Alley

of the Shadow of Death, all that slush

frozen again.

i don't want no cigarette, and i don't want to dream.