#i'm a little mad that the coloring of the first 4 gifs

[kateowens]

Kate Carter + Tyler Owens in Twisters (2024)

[absolutebl]

This Week in BL - Lots of lovely kisses & an unwarranted upset in the standings

Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

Oct 2024 Week 2

Ongoing Series - Thai

Fourever You (Thai Thurs YT) ep 2 of 16 - Yes yes J&J should be first but I am weak in the face of, well, frankly this man's face:

Pond = greatest piner in a dog’s age. The yearning in that boy’s eyes is obscene, it’s like the most explicit sex that only he can see and we’re just voyeurs.

Thus I continue to adore this stupid show and everything it stands for. No notes. May the fluff continue eternal.

Jack & Joker (Thai Mon IQIYI) ep 5 of 12 - Everyone is so skilled in this show, but War is truly glorious. Considering the pacing, I think we are probably in for some long periods of darkness, suffering, and pain soon. I’m not mad about that prospect, it’s earned and foreshadowed, I just thought I’d lay it out there.

Kidnap (Fri YT) ep 6 of 12 - More boys from GMMTV with good communication. Who knew? Min has SUCH a white knight complex. NO SINGING. Good demanding kiss, though. Well, Ohm can handle anything. 

Meanwhile, this really is a bodyguard romance under another name. And I kinda wanna rewatch Never Let Me Go as a result.

Love Sick 2024 (Thai Sun iQIYI) ep 4 of 15 - Earn remains best boy and my favorite character. Phun is v jelly, as he should be. AND I like Ohm & N'Mik better in this version. I still prefer the original leads, but I’m enjoying this enough. 

I had no idea how much I missed Gunsmile! It’s so nice to see him on my screen again.

Monster Next Door (Thai Thurs Gaga ) ep 12 fin - I hate Diew’s mom. Hate her. So much. She may be my least favorite mom ever in BL. That’s saying a lot. No I don’t think she was redeemed. 

Conclusion

Adapted from the novel Godzilla Next Door by Jiwinil about an introvert who lives mostly in his room, until a loud annoying extrovert moves in next door. This was one of my top picks for 2024 and I’m delighted to say it satisfied expectations. A charmingly serene story of opposites attract, that featured good communication, patience, and genuine affection used to build a solid relationship.(I’m particularly delighted that our musician is a drummer and I don’t have to listen to him sing.) Yes it’s a tad slow but it’s very earnest and leans into the kind of sweetness that Thai BL does best. Doesn’t hurt that this starred an actor (Big) that many of us have been hoping would get a lead for years. I was pleased and comforted. This is not a kind of BL that suits everybody, but it suited me admirably. 8/10 

Battle of the Writers (Sun YT) ep 10 of 12 - Ozone and the Ice Prince (name still unknown) did their little dance. What an earnest and romantic confession from our Icy man. I literally said “no no no just kiss, no foreheads.” And it was a great crying kiss, my favorite. Honestly, that amount of emotion hadn’t been earned by this pair, but I don’t mind. I could watch a whole show just about them. Also woah! Major nekid on YT?

Thailand......

Risking demonetization for arse…...

I guess we’ve all been there. 

Where was I?

I’m happy with this episode since it was mostly my side couple. But the distribution of main couple and side couple and the focus of each episode is wildly erratic with this show. It’s very odd. (And let's be clear we ordered errotic not erratic.)

Every You Every Me (Thai Mon Gaga) ep 1 of 10 - Jade and Chin have lived over a thousand lifetimes. In each one they somehow manage to fall in love with each other. (This pair, TopMick was piloted in a My Universe ep, that was one of the only ones I liked.) Soulmate premise is a mix of Color Rush and La Pluie. Frankly, this isn’t as good as either, but it’s enjoyable in a slow cheerful way. Especially if you like this particular set of tropes. It’s quietly lovely and I like the leads. Sunshine is very very sunshine and our tsundere is a grumpy mysterious nerd. Trigger for domestic abuse. It looks like each episode is gonna be a completely different meet cute with the same pairing. It’s more linked vignettes than any overarching story. So if you don’t like this pair, you won’t like this series.

Addicted Heroin (Thai Tues WeTV) ep 9 of 10 - More sports day. (Everybody’s doing sports days right now.) Random sides kissing. Where did the glasses person come from? Was he introduced and I forgot about it? Oh that’s the evil cousin! Okay… anygay. Sides randomly flip-flop who they like and I don’t know what the fuck is going on. This show. I swear. Ooo caught kissing. And… killed? What a mind fuck of a soap opera. Honestly, I’m fine if he’s dead, I don’t care at this point I just feel jerked around. 

For some reason no eng sub for me for the first half. So I watched with Spanish subs (which is about as good as my Thai, only for different words). What a wild experience.

Bad Guy My Boss (Thai Sun Gaga) ep 4 of 10 - Oh dear. I just can’t imagine ever rooting for this couple. Which means… Why am I watching this? 

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

My Damn Business (Korea Sat YT) eps 1-2 of 7 - Oh I love it. Casual flirty westernized-style boss. Reserved reluctant cutie (yes we’ve seen the actor before). Is it disgusting workplace harassment? Oh most certainly. Do I enjoy it anyway? Yep, I’m warped. No defense, but at least it’s something from Korea. 

Teenager Judge (Vietnam Sat YT) ep 3 of ? - I like the lead being bullied and pushed to his limit thus turning into a psychopath. It’s gonna be a fun ride if it really goes Devil Judge just teens and actually gay. I wonder if it has the strength of its convictions? 

Our Golden Times (Hong Kong YT) 5 fin? - I guess that is the reunion? What an odd little piece. I’m not entirely sure what I feel about it except that this feels more BL than anything Hong Kong has given us so far (which isn't much). The subs are truly terrible. Since I speak absolutely zero Cantonese I can’t really fix them in my brain. I thought this was the final ep but then a teaser for ep 6 dropped so I we have at least one more. 

First Note Of Love (Taiwan Mon Gaga) ep 10 of 12 - It was a nice, if entirely unearned reunion. And the leads do kiss beautifully. Trust Taiwan. I am so glad that Orca is back! There was even a little language play flip-flopping just for me. Very cute. Also GREAT kissing. How long have we been waiting for Thailand and Taiwan to kiss? 

Eccentric Romance (Korea Weds Viki) eps 1-2 of 12 - Silkwood’s 2nd Thai/Korean colab. This has been in production since 2022 which is a LONG time in the BL world (worrying). But I like the concept: friends of 10 years who’ve been hiding feelings for each other enter the same university. Plus MURDER. Stars Yoon Jun Won (The Man BLK) and Thai actor Save Saisawat (Ai Long Nhai). I begin to think every The Man BLK member will eventually lead out a BL at this point.

It’s enjoyable in a weird way. Grumpy (hottie with a crush) + sunshine (captain oblivious). I gotta say, since this is the second relationship dual lingo style in our BL rn that it’s ALWAYS weird if the other half doesn't occasionally code switch languages, especially for specific words. In other words, the Korean dude is supposed to at least understand Thai, occasionally he’s should use a Thai world to get a point across. And the Thai dude is there to STUDY KOREAN, he should be slipping in and out of Korean regularly. Bah. 

It's airing but...

Love is Like a Poison AKA Doku Koi: Doku mo Sugireba Koi to Naru (Japan Tues Netflix?) 5 of 10 eps - I never managed to get hold of ep 5. Frankly, it’s going to Netflix (I don’t subscribe) so I might not finish this out of sheer laziness. 

The Hidden Moon (Sat WeTV) ep 1 of 10 - This is a supernatural romance (my ghost boyfriend trope) by Violet Rain (I Feel You Linger). A man is hired to write an article about an old mansion in Chiang Mai being converted into a café. He sees the ghosts of people who died at the mansion, falls in love with one of them. Was substantially recast. I loved IFYLITA except the ending so I think I'll let this one run it's course you can tell me if it's work tracking down... if they managed to land it. I have my doubts.

Gangster and His Boyfriend (Korea ????) 8 eps? - was supposed to air 10/10 Kim Dong Bin (famous trainee & idol reality competitor, yeah that happens) stars as a fallen idol who unexpectedly becomes entangled in a gangster family. Discovers that his friend’s father is responsible for the murder of his entire family years ago. I don't know much about this one, neither does anyone else and I'm not sure where I got that release date so……

Next Week Looks Like This:

Upcoming BLs for 2024 are listed here. This list is not kept updated, so please leave a comment if you know something new or RP with additions.

Still Coming Oct 2024:

10/17 Let Free the Curse of Taekwondo (Korea Thurs Gaga) 8 eps - High school student Do Hoe lives with his violent and brutal father who runs a Taekwondo gym in a rural area. One day, cheerful Ju Young arrives, he dreams of going to college for Taekwondo. Joy begins to fill Do Hoe's dark life. An unexpected incident forces them apart, they reunite ten years later.

10/21 Love in the Big City (Korea ????) 8 eps - Okay, this is both a movie (already out) and a series. Neither one is likely BL and I can't imagine it will end happily. I'm giving both a pass but here's your synopsis.

Cynical fun loving student Young pinballs from home, to class, to on night stands. He and Jaehee, his female besie and roommate, frequent nearby bars where they push away their worries about life, love, and money with soju and hookups.

10/23 See Your Love (Taiwan Weds Gaga & Viki) 10 eps? - Zi Xiong, a third-generation heir, attempting to flee from taking over their family business, meets and falls in love with Shao Peng, who works as a hearing-impaired nurse. From the same production house as Kiseki Dear To Me in partnership with Shinehouse Theatre, funded by Taiwan’s BIGART + Japan's Rakuten (Viki). Show includes Lin Chia Yo (Be Loved in House: I Do). Director Chiang Ping Chen’s childhood experiences with his deaf uncle have inspired the drama.

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

Addicted Heroin

Incidentally he didn’t ask to “be with Ter” he asked if he could flirt/court him. jeeb doesn’t really have a direct translation, but it isn’t “be with.” 

Fourever You

The tag BLigade: @doorajar @solitaryandwandering @my-rose-tinted-glasses @babymbbatinygirl @babymbbatinygirl @isisanna-blog @mmastertheone @pickletrip @aliceisathome @urikawa-miyuki @tokillamonger @sunflower-positiiivity @rocketturtle4 @blglplus @anythinggoesintheshire @everlightly @renafire @mestizashinrin @bl-bam-beyond @small-dark-and-delicious @saezurumurmurs

Sigh, Tumblr in its infinite wisdom doesn't like too many at-ings.

[melefim]

Swearing in Dead Boy Detectives: Episode 1- The Case of Crystal Palace

Episode Overview:

29 total, 12 different words said by 9 characters.

Edwin: 1 Fuck, 1 Damn, 1 Bloody Hell

Charles: 1 Fuck, 1 Shit, 1 Bastard, 1 Piss

Crystal: 2 Fuck, 2 Shit, 1 Ass, 4 God, 3 Jesus, 2 Screw

Jenny: 1 Shit, 1 Jesus

David: 2 Fuck

Esther: 1 Jesus

Tabby: 1 Fuck

Emma: 1 Twat

Simon: 1 Prat

Curses Per Character:

Edwin: 3

Charles: 4

Crystal: 14

Jenny: 2

David: 2

Esther: 1

Tabby Cat: 1

Emma: 1

Simon: 1

Uses Per Word:

Fuck: 7

Shit: 4

Ass: 1

Damn: 1

Bloody Hell: 1

God: 4

Jesus: 5

Twat: 1

Bastard: 1

Prat: 1

Piss: 1

Screw: 2

Lines:

Edwin: Bloody Hell! (when running from the gas mask ghost on the street)

Charles: Edwin, hurry the fuck up!

Emma: Fine you twats. How much?

David: I'll fucking gut you! (x2 while possessing Crystal)

Crystal: Oh my god, why can’t I remember?

Crystal: It's just a stupid fucking name.

Edwin: I'll jot that down in my journal of opinions I do not give a damn about.

Crystal: Jesus, where did he go?

Charles: Piss off, cat.

Tabby Cat: Fuck you. I'm not telling you nothing about that house or the witch inside

Crystal: Oh, Jesus. I'm gonna wait in the bathroom until they leave.

Crystal: Holy shit, did you take some of my memories? I don’t have some screwed-up amnesia, you took them.

Crystal: God! I just need a second, okay?

Crystal: So maybe he's our fucking demon now!

Simon: Give this little prat a proper scare.

Crystal: God, I just want to take their heads and just crush them together, I am so mad!

Jenny: Maybe you catch someone on a good day and they care about you for like a minute, and then they go right back to caring about all their own bullshit.

Crystal: Jesus, I am such an idiot.

Crystal: Oh my god, I never even thought about the fact that they could still be alive.

Edwin: Police don't know what to do with a fucking witch!

Charles: The little bastards are pretty clever, and their scratches sting like fire.

Jenny: Jesus! I thought you were like a meat robber!

Crystal: Which was totally my bad and very screwed up and I should have told you everything.

Crystal: Holy shit. (Edwin tells her about girl turned into small piece of plastic)

Charles: Look Edwin, you're the smart one, and I'm the one who does shit like this.

Esther: Monty! Jesus! I'm trying to threaten some kids!

Crystal: He's still a stalker, still an asshole. But I am going to get my memories back.

Notes:

Both of David’s “I’ll fucking gut you”s are said while possessing Crystal during the subway fight. These were counted under David’s total, and not Crystal’s.

Not Included:

Crystal flips off Edwin in the malt shop

Not a curse, but…

A “Mary Ann” was slang for “an effeminate male homosexual; a young boy used as a catamite in prison.”

Edwin is called this 8 times during his sacrifice: three times by Simon, and then it is chanted an additional five times by all the boys.

Is this a curse? I dunno, I’m not British:

Charles: “Piss off, cat”

Simon: “Give this little prat a proper scare”

UPDATED:

-Updated to include the two British curses above (thanks @cheriebryantsart!) , ‘screw’, and an ‘oh my god’ from Crystal I missed- all charts and text should now be updated and accurate!

- Replaced ‘Uses Per Word’ chart with a version with better labels.

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More Dead Boy Detectives Swearing Posts:

Masterlist

Swearing by episode

Swearing by character

Swearing by word

All Swearing posts

And if you like lists of things like I do, you can check out my other Dead Boy Detective ones here!

When Charles’ Shirt Colors Change

George Rextrew’s Edwin comic inspo board

Full soundtrack with timestamps

Moves, Incidents, and Cases Masterlist

First pass at finding where the songs in the score are used- full post with timestamps in progress.

[grape-icing]

Hi!! Could you do a fic with Cg! Jane and Regressor! Roxy? I think Roxy would definitely regress, wanting to experience having a mom since she never had one. Maybe she and Jane bake cupcakes! Roxy tries to “help” but it’s really just stealing icing when Jane’s not looking hahaha.

HAI IM SOS SOSOSOSOS SORRY THIS IS SO LATE 😞 I hope you like it!! :3 I apologize for any grammar and/or spelling mistakes!!!

☆Cupcakes and culprits ☆

Jane was in the kitchen, quietly reading over her cookbook when she felt a small tug on the side of her dress.

“Hm?” Jane turned to find Roxy silently staring at her.

“Do you need something, Roxy?” Jane softy said knowing it was pretty early in the morning for Roxy due to her staying up at night.

“What um are you making?” Roxy gripped onto Jane, seeing her cookbook out.

“Cupcakes! I wanted some and I’m sure once Dirk and Jake get back they'd want some too!” Jane carefully moved out of Roxy's grip to fetch the ingredients needed to make cupcakes. As soon as she did, Roxy started whining.

“Huh? What’s wrong Roxy?” Jane turned around to quickly question her. Which she didn't get an answer too, just more whining.

“Uh? Oh, wait! Silly me, you're little aren't you?” Jane questioned due to Roxy's abnormal behavior.

“Uhmmmm.” Roxy waited for a moment before nodding.

“Okay! Well…uh… let's see, do you want to do something? Or play, or-” She was suddenly cut off by Roxy.

“Can I uhm help you make cupcakes?!” Roxy smiled as large as she could to persuade the girl in front of her. Jane was known for her love to bake but to her friend she was known for being quite pushy in the kitchen. Once the younger one asked the question Jane knew she couldn't say no! Just look how gosh-darn adorable she is!

“Sure! First, we have to get the ingredients. Roxy, can you please grab me two eggs from the fridge?” Jane quickly said without thinking.

“WAIT!” Jane suddenly yelled. Making Roxy jolt and stop in place.

“W-what? Am I trouble?” Roxy said, her voice pitching up as she asked the question.

“No no not at all! I just didn't want you to accidentally break the eggs because I'm not sure how old you are!” Jane was quick to reassure her that she wasn’t mad at her.

“Uhm I’m uhmmmmmmmm…five!!” Roxy squealed out. Jane continued to grab the ingredients, with the help of Roxy of course!

“Alright, I think we have all the ingredients! I’m going to list them out, tell me if we have them.” Roxy nodded in response.

“Okay, let’s start! Do we have two cups of flour?” “Yep!”

“1/2 teaspoon of salt?” “Uhm I think?”. Jane looked over to where the salt was.

“Yep we have it, Roxy!” “Oh okay!!”

“Two tablespoons of baking powder” “Uhmmmm yeah!”

“1/2 cup of butter?” “uh huh!”

3/4 cup of sugar?” “Yep!!!!”

“Two eggs?” “duh, Janey!!”

“A cup of milk?” “yea”

“Well, it looks like we have all the ingredients! I'm going to start preheating the oven then we can start mixing!” Jane stepped over to the oven, preheating it to 375.

“Okay, we can start mixing! Honey, can you help me pour the ingredients in?” Jane turned to Roxy, who nodded excitedly. So they both started pouring in the ingredients, with minor spills. In reality, it was mainly Roxy pouring in the ingredients with Jane's supervision, Although Jane thought Roxy did well especially considering that she was tiny.

“Can I stir now!? Pleaseeeeeeee janeyyyyyyyy” Roxy questioned, practically jumping from excitement. Jane ruffled the younger ones hair before replying.

“Yea.., but umm well honey I think it would be better if you got the icing ready, while I stirred, just to avoid any mess. Is that alright?” Roxy nodded a bit lost by what Jane meant.

“You get to color the icing any color you want!” Jane added, setting out a box of food dye. Roxy happily ran over to the pantry and grabbed out a tub of vanilla icing while Jane was stirring the cupcake batter. She sat the container on the counter beside of jane. Roxy opened up the box of food dye and grabbed the pink one before Jane stopped her. Roxy whined at Jane for taking the dye away, Jane quickly explained why.

“I took it away because I don't want you to go to crazy with the dye, Hoo Hoo! A few drops will work fine.” Jane unscrewed the cap and squirted a few drop in.

“Can you mix up the icing while I put the cupcakes in the oven?” Roxy quickly nodded, taking a spoon and stirring while Jane was doing what she said. After a few minutes Jane went to grab her timer which was in another room. That gave Roxy time to form an amazing idea, She really wanted something sweet and Jane wasn’t here so why not steal a few bites of icing!! And that’s exactly what she did, after a few bites Jane walked in.

“And what exactly do you think you’re doing little missy?” Jane loudly said, making Roxy jump.

“I uhm I was uh I was just uhm….making sure the icing wasn’t expired!! Uh huh” Roxy said confidently as if she didn’t stutter a million times.

“Sure you were hoo hoo! If you actually wanna help me you can but if you just want cupcakes you can wait in the living for them and the boys to get home!” Roxy picked the second option, she ran over to the window to wait and watch!

About 10 minutes later Jane pulled the cupcakes out of the oven and started frosting them, with Roxy watching closely, to “inspect” of course. Jane sat the younger one at the table and gave her a cupcake with pink frosting.

“YAY!!!! Thank you mama!!” Roxy squealed, shoving the cupcake in her mouth.

“Of course honey!” Jane softly patted Roxy head. Jane was about to pester Jake when suddenly the front door opened, it was Jake.

“Hello ladies, how have you chums been?” Jake questioned, setting his stuff down.

“We made cupcakes!!!!!!” Roxy said excitedly, jumping up and running to give Jake one.

“Well thank you, my little lady,” Jake said while biting into the cupcake.

[archie-is-an-addict]

OVERVIEW: You are a normal guy on the street, contemplating your life because of an argument you had with your mother about not wanting to grow up and get a job. When in reality you were secretly in university, to become an engineer. But even after you tell her this she stays angry, and says that's not enough.

Current Age: 21

"Mother looking at me, tell me what do you see. Yes I've lost my mind. Daddy looking at me, will I ever be free? Have I crossed the line?" 

"This is not enough!"

.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~

You walked on the sidewalk of Hollywood, hoodie up, head down. Wondering where it all went wrong. You weren't understanding why she was so mad, you had done nothing but help and be respectful even after you finished high school and didn't move out. But more importantly, you didn't know why she wanted you gone in the first place. Your mother never was the best role model, she was a workaholic and your father was always the one that was there. But after he died in a fire that she caused when you were around 4 years old, she turned on you even more. Instead of ignoring you like she did before, when she was home; she was abusive, and constantly high. But you never felt the need to say anything to anyone, because you thought it was normal.

You remembered little from your childhood seeing as you barely had one, but from what you could remember was one core memory. Your father had been at home taking care of you, per usual, and you remembered how he would make things for you to play with. It was what had inspired your career choice. And when he died, you started making weekly visits to his grave. You would talk to him about things, wanting to keep him updated if he so happened to come back. He never did.

You continued walking, as everything she said returned to your head. Not noticing the tears falling from your eyes, as you went over what she said and tried to figure out a solution. You were the problem, you were always the problem. Because no matter how hard you tried, you weren't enough, and you never would be. You had come to terms with this, but refused to give up.

As you walked, leaving a trail of tears due to your head being focused on the ground. You failed to notice a girl, who walked in front of you minding her own business as she read a book; with head phones over her ears. You bumped right into her, causing her to drop her book and nearly fall. Before you reached out and grabbed her on instinct. 

"I-I'm so fucking sorry, I-I swear I d-didn't mean t-to-"

You were cut off, but not by her or anyone else. By yourself, you were caught up by her beauty. It was petrifying. She was short, and had brunette hair and dark eyes that turned hazel in the sun. The small freckles on her face only adding to how pretty she was. You struggled to speak, and instead just picked up her book and handed it back to her, as she looked at you in curiosity. You couldn't read people very well due to a lack of social interaction, and prepared yourself to get smacked.

"It's cool, just watch where you're going." She half grinned at you, looking at you trying to figure out why you were shaking. 

It was then she noticed how you were crying, and went to ask you a question.

"Are you good? It's not that serious, you don't have to feel bad." She looked at you concerned.

"I-I'm fine, thanks."

This was only the start, apparently she wasn't going anywhere either and you both began to walk together. But one thing was failed to be said, as the sky gained its natural dark color. And it was time for you to go your separate ways. 

"Um, I uh, I just realized I-I don't know y-your name... I'm Y-Y/N."

"It was nice to meet you Y/N. I hope to see you around some time." She smiled.

"I'm Jenna."

END.

[xxxevilfilms]

Bicurious Twenty-Somethings | Chapter 4

Info: Fuck buddies AU. Hwoarang and Jin attempt to see eye to eye after concluding that neither of them have anything to gain from their rivalry and decide to become friends...kinda. One thing leads to another when Hwoarang exposes Jin to recreational activities that colors Jin’s feelings about his former rival.

Kinks: Dirty Talk, Rimming, Anal Sex, Creampie

Transitions | Jin Kazama x Hwoarang

Summary: Jin posits a question to Hwoarang which leads to a brief change in dynamics between them.

A/N: Jin tops Hwoarang, don't read if that ain't your thing.

Ao3 Link

Jin is lying against Hwoarang, playing with a limp, lightly damp cock that was, just moments ago, buried inside of him. Hwoarang lets him and returns the favor by massaging Jin’s rear, soothing bruises left by his wandering hands and roaming mouth. Jin appreciates the touch, but can't help but reflect on a matter that has been on his mind since they began having sex.

“Hwoarang.”

“Hm...” Hwoarang's tone is relaxed, which bodes well for Jin.

“...What does it feel like?”

“What does what feel like, guy?”

“When you're inside me,” Jin explains. “What does it feel like?”

“Uhh...” Hwoarang shifts a little. “Kinda like fuckin’ pussy, but a lot tighter and smoother. Like I'm sticking my dick in a vice.”

“And...that's good, right?”

“Hell yeah, it is.”

“What do you like most when you're fucking me?”

“I like that first push.” He squeezes him for emphasis. “When it feels like I can't go in, like you don't want it, but that first push that opens you up almost always makes me wanna come on the spot.”

“Oh.” Jin takes this information to heart.

“Why'd you ask?”

“I'm curious.”

“About?”

“The feeling, mostly... I've been thinking about it lately.”

Hwoarang opens his closed eyes, cognizant of what Jin was implying.

“Do you wanna fuck me in the ass?”

“...Yes.” Jin tucks his head down, shy. “Yes, I do.”

“Okay,” Hwoarang turns his head to look at him, expression neutral. “When do you wanna?”

“Oh, I don't know...” Jin scratches his chin. “Anytime you feel like it, I guess. I wouldn't want to pressure you.”

“Hm...” His lip twitches a little.

“Is something wrong?”

“Not gonna lie to you, guy, I'm a little, uh...”

“Squeamish?”

“Guess you could say that.”

“So you were lying when you said you wouldn't mind bottoming every now and again?”

“I wasn't lying...”

“Then?”

“...Figured you'd let me fuck you faster if I said it.”

“Ugh...” Jin grimaces. “You are no better than a dog sometimes.”

“Hey, I didn't say no, did I?”

“Your mouth certainly didn't, but your attitude says otherwise.”

“I don't fucking know what to tell you then...” Hwoarang rolls over on his side, avoiding Jin’s gaze, keeping him away from his cock. “I said I would, so piss off.”

“Hwoarang...” Jin crawls over him so he can see his face again. “You're not nervous are you?”

“...N-No, why the hell would I be?”

“Your reaction is telling.”

“Well maybe it's cuz you keep this fucking room so hot, asshole...”

“It's okay, you don't have to be embarrassed about it or anything.”

“...”

“Hwoarang?”

“ What ?” He bites back. “What the hell do you want from me??”

“Do you want me to help you?”

“I don't need your--”

Before Hwoarang can complain some more, Jin is using hidden strength to roll Hwoarang on his back. Visibly annoyed, Hwoarang glowers at Jin, trying to look angry, but the blush on his cheeks makes him look less like a mad dog and more like a scared puppy.

Kawaii...

“No need for the theatrics, Fakun,” Jin straddles him, holding him down with strong thighs and a firm ass. “I'm not going to laugh at you or anything like that. I just want to help.”

“H-Help with what?” He tries looking away again. “I said I was gonna do it...”

“I know that,” Jin leans down, tucking his head into his neck. “But I want you to be comfortable with the idea.”

“I already--” Jin sucks into his neck, shutting him up.

“Tolerating it is different than enjoying it,” He continues. “I want you to enjoy it when I take you.”

“Hmph...” Hwoarang angles his neck, giving Jin more room for his mouth. “Not like you to be so pushy...”

“Pushy? No, not at all...” He raises his head to peck his ear, then his temple. “Excited would be a better word.”

“To put your dick in my ass?”

“And all the wonderful things that come with it...” Jin’s hands wander to his chest, thumbs brushing taut brown nipples that immediately stand at attention. “I'd like to taste you, prep you...” He then pinches them gently. “Tease you.”

“Ngh...” Hwoarang moans, lips held between his teeth. “Damn, Kazama...”

“Hm?”

“Do you wanna get in my ass that bad?”

“Honestly?”

“Yeah...”

“Honestly, truly?”

“Y-Yeah...?”

“Then yes, I'd love to be the first man to have you,” He kisses him, holding his mouth against him for a moment before pulling away to speak. “I want to sit you on my cock and make you come, just like what you do to me.”

Hwoarang doesn't say anything at that, merely grunts, moving against Jin with a swelling cock that pokes at his stomach.

“Do you like that idea, Fakun?” He rubs against him. “Giving yourself to me?”

“Holy shit...” He exhales deeply. “You're fuckin’ serious.”

“Why wouldn't I be?”

“God,” Hwoarang settles down, shaking hair away from his face. “Okay... I'll let you fuck me.”

“I thought I already had permission?”

“Ugh, you know what I mean. But listen,” Hwoarang grabs his hair and pulls on it hard, making him wince. “I ain't a pain slut like you, so when I tell ya to stop, you fucking stop, got it?”

“Of course,” Jin nods. “Whatever you need.”

“I fucking mean it, Kazama, no bullshit.”

“Does it look like I have a death wish?”

“Alright, alright... He lets go of his hair, visibly relaxed. “Jeez, can't believe that shit got me bricked up.”

“Do you need me to take care of it?” Jin gestures to the half-hard prick he's laying on.

“I mean if you're offerin’...”

Hwoarang stays still, sighing deeply when Jin lowers himself to Hwoarang's lap to throat his cock. Jin moans at the taste of himself on his skin and sucks it hard for as long as he can, until Hwoarang finishes in his mouth.

As Jin swallows his mess, the younger man puts a plan into action for his anal retentive companion.

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For the next few days, when Jin and Hwoarang had the time to be intimate, Jin gradually introduced new things to Hwoarang's ass that wouldn't spook him. First it was his tongue, something Hwoarang didn't object to, but still had his reservations about when Jin offered to eat him out one afternoon.

“ Aigoo ... Can I smoke a joint or somethin’ while you do this?”

“If it will help you relax more.” Jin sits under him, mimicking the same position Hwoarang had him in when he first ate him out. “But I thought you wanted to fellate me?”

“...I...I can.”

“Just try to relax,” Jin gives his hip a gentle pat. “If it feels strange I'll stop.”

“Mm...” Hwoarang lowers his hips. “J-Just do it already.”

Jin rubs both hands over Hwoarang’s ass cheeks in an attempt to soothe him as he ogled the hairy pink hole that winked incessantly at him.

Jin thinks it looks cute and gives it a kiss.

“Gah...” Hwoarang flinches but doesn't actively try to move away.

“It's okay,” Jin says against his skin before giving it another kiss. “You're doing good.”

“Tsk...” Hwoarang sucks his teeth, but says nothing else. Jin takes that as a sign to continue.

After kissing and mouthing at him for a few minutes, Jin introduces his tongue and licks at his hole, swiping at it and nudging it with controlled licks while kneading his thighs. Hwoarang groans aloud at that, but still doesn't move away, just lays there and takes it while he idly played with Jin’s member.

“Not bad...” He remarks.

Jin moans his approval at that and starts sucking around it, slick tongue gently prying him open.

“O-Ooh,” Hwoarang rocks into him a little. “N-Not bad at all...”

“You taste good,” Jin teases it with hard flicks of his tongue. “Would it be wrong of me to say you taste like a girl, too?”

“Oh fuck off, Kaza--” Hwoarang is rendered breathless, curse losing its sting when Jin sucks one of his balls into his mouth. “God dammit... ”

“ Hah ...” Jin licks a path from his sack to his taint, drawing circles with his tongue. “All bark and no bite, huh?”

“I'll bite yer dick off if you keep this up...”

“Just kidding,” Another kiss on his hole makes him squirm. “I could do this for hours though.”

“What?” Hwoarang grunts. “Eating me out?”

“Yeah,” He's back to licking him. “I can come just from doing this.”

“I'm glad you're having fun...”

“Do you need a break?”

“Nah,” Hwoarang grips him tight. “You can keep going...”

Jin rims him until Hwoarang grows tired of it, not yet ready to take anything more than his tongue for now. Jin was fine with that, and offered Hwoarang his mouth again, sucking him off while he fucked the older man's face.

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Jin used his tongue and only his tongue on Hwoarang until he got used to being opened up, now at a point that he is willing to tolerate a finger every now and then when he was in the mood for it. Jin however was always careful, gentle with him when he had the opportunity to play with his hole. He would ease his index finger into Hwoarang, pumping it softly, reaching as deep as he could go without hurting him. Hwoarang would shiver and shake when Jin did this, jumpy like a rabbit, especially when Jin found his prostate for the first time.

“Oh fuck...”

Jin stops, prepared to withdraw if necessary. “Are you okay?”

“Y-Yeah, just feels weird...”

“Weird in a good way, or...?”

“I don't fuckin’ know, man, it just feels weird!”

“Is it painful?”

“No,” Hwoarang shook his head. “Look, I'm okay, alright? Do whatever the hell you want...”

“Okay,” Jin keeps his eyes locked on Hwoarang's face, contorted in a mix of pleasure and discomfort. Jin isn't entirely sure how to make this easier for him, so he sits up and kisses his lips as he wriggles his finger inside of him.

“ Ah ...” Hwoarang moans against his lips, trying to reciprocate but failing.

“Still weird?”

“No, this is...” Hwoarang's hips jolt upwards, cock moving with him. “This is different...”

“Yeah?” Jin picks up speed, a modest pace so he doesn't alarm Hwoarang. “Does it feel good?”

“Y-Yeah,” He narrows his brows. “I'd say so.”

“Can I put in more?”

“Sure...”

Jin adds another digit, his middle finger, and pushes it inside, still just as careful when he first started. Hwoarang groans a little at that, but doesn't complain, just holds onto Jin by his shoulders to gird himself.

“Oh God...” Hwoarang pants aloud. “That feels really good.”

“Good,” Jin kisses him again, tongue catching his lips. “I want it to feel good.”

Jin twists his wrist, reaching as deep as he can go. Hwoarang shakes then, shivering like a leaf, moaning out his pleasure into Jin’s mouth.

“Oh fuck, baby, that's it.”

“Here?” Jin pokes upwards, massaging where he needed it most. “Right here, anata ?”

“Yes, baby, yes ...” Hwoarang holds him. “Don't stop, for fucksakes, don't you fuckin’ stop...”

“You feel so tight, so hot,” Jin presses his forehead to Hwoarang's. “You're going to feel amazing around my cock.”

“God,” His eyes close as they roll into his head. “I...I think I'm gonna...”

“Let it out, Fakun, that's it,” Jin fucks him faster, putting power into his wrist that jostles Hwoarang on the bed. “Come for me.”

Hwoarang came untouched, cock shooting ribbons of hot white jism all over his chest and stomach. Jin watches with bated breath, aroused by what he makes of his friend, and milks him for all he's worth. Hwoarang is usually silent when he orgasms, but today he's vocal, unable to hold himself back the longer Jin finger fucked his hole.

“Good, good boy, Hwoarang,” Jin works him through it. “Let it all out for me.”

“Christ...” Hwoarang collapses on the bed once he's finished, panting like a dog, hand coming to his chest to catch his breath.

“Mmm...” Jin smirks, satisfied with what he's made of him. “How did that feel?”

“Felt like my balls were gonna explode...”

“Can say that again,” Jin leans down to lick away a streak of come that was on his chest. “A lot came out this time.”

“God, Kazama, you freak...” Hwoarang chuckles a little.

His tongue flicks his nipple. “Always happy to help,”

“Fuckin’ cum slut.”

Jin didn't attempt penetration on Hwoarang that night, deciding it was best to try it another time when they both had the energy for it. Hwoarang was more open to the idea thanks to Jin’s help, but Jin couldn't help but worry that Hwoarang still had his fears about bottoming. Tongues and fingers were smaller and more nimble than the monster that hung between Jin’s legs; he wouldn't blame Hwoarang for being hesitant if he was.

It was then that Jin decided to bide his time and wait for Hwoarang to make the first move, but he didn't have to for long. Much to his shock (and delight), Hwoarang texted him a few days later asking for his company in the most tantalizing way Hwoarang knew how.

He sent him a nude picture of himself in a mirror with his back turned, presenting peachy, dimpled asscheeks to the camera with a caption that says, “ You want this ass, pretty boy? ”

Yes, Jin said to himself; he does want it. He wanted to sink his teeth into that perfect, perky butt and leave Hwoarang sore for days.

Before Jin hopped on his chopper to leave the Kazama residence, he gave Asuka a kiss on the cheek goodbye and told her not to wait up for him.

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When Jin gets to the hotel, he's greeted by Hwoarang clad in blue boxer-briefs with a joint between his teeth, eyes as red as spider lilies. Jin doesn't have the patience to question Hwoarang's antics and immediately pushes past him to strip.

“Get my text?” Hwoarang asks, feigning innocence.

“Uh-huh,” Jin throws off his shirt and pulls down his sweatpants at lightning speed.

“Like what you saw?”

“Is the sky blue?” He damn near rips off his underwear.

“You want my hole that bad, huh?” Hwoarang struts towards him, smirking, eyes locked on the throbbing bulge in Jin's boxers. “You're acting kinda spicy.”

“I notice that it's hard to contain myself when I'm around you.” Jin approaches him once he's completely naked, hands quick to circle his waist so he could cup his buttocks. “Especially when you're asking for it.”

“Askin’ for what, baby?” He pulls his joint from his mouth to blow pungent smoke in his face. “Gotta use your words.”

“You know what ,” Jin gropes him tightly, digs his nails into his flesh. “I know you want it.”

Jin kisses Hwoarang deep and hard, rubbing himself into him, making his intentions known as Hwoarang stripped himself of his underwear, long cock knocking into Jin’s. Jin simpers at that, now aware that Hwoarang's ass is free to explore to his hearts content, and spreads those pretty, sun-kissed cheeks apart to get at his hole.

Jin expects him to be dry, but a wetness that almost immediately coats his fingers catches him off guard.

“Did you...?” Jin parts from him. “Did you prep yourself already?”

“What the hell else was I supposed to do?” He stretches past Jin to put out his joint in a nearby ashtray. “I don't want you splitting me in half.”

“Oh...”

“Thought I'd hate taking it up the ass, but, uh,” Hwoarang wraps his arms around his neck. “I think I want you inside me, baby. Bad .” His lips brush his chin. “You gonna give it to me, right? This big cock?”

Jin lurches forward when Hwoarang reaches between them to hold his length, palm cradling a weeping cockhead that is quick to leak into his hand. 

“Hwoarang...” Jin’s head is spinning, eyes murky with barely contained lust. It takes great strength not to call his friend a whore, but he cannot help but treat him like one.

Jin draws on his devil’s strength and takes Hwoarang into his arms so he can lift him up into the air. Hwoarang yelps, afraid to fall, but Jin is able to hold him by his ass to keep that from happening.

“Holy shit, Kazama...” Hwoarang settles down before wrapping his legs around his torso. “Sure I ain’t too heavy?”

“You’re light as a feather, trust me,” Jin grunts out as he tries to get Hwoarang at a good enough angle for his cock. “I never knew how much I wanted this either.”

“Believe it, baby,” Hwoarang's voice hitches a little when the tip of Jin’s length makes contact with his hole. “All of this is yours, ain't goin’ nowhere.”

“You're so wet...” Jin rubs himself there for a moment, enjoying how silky smooth and moist he was despite the hair on him. “Just like a girl,”

“Where do you get off calling me a girl, jackass?” Hwoarang holds his face in both hands. “Didn't I say I'd kick your ass for that?”

“I don't think you're in much of a position to be putting up a fight,” Jin hoists him up so his cock is poking his ass. “Are you, slut? Do you have the nerve to deny me this wet cunt?”

“Fuck, I guess,” Hwoarang's mouth hangs open the longer he lets Jin inside of him. “I guess not...”

“You will tell me when it's too much for you,” Jin said, not intending his words to sound so sharp and forceful, but they did anyway. “I wouldn't want to ruin something so tight so soon.”

“Y-You don't gotta worry about that, baby...” Hwoarang's teeth gnash together when the first few inches of Jin’s length enters him. “Feel how wet it is can't you?”

“Yeah,” Jin grunts, resisting the urge to thrust up. “You played with it enough that it won't hurt?”

“Finger fucked myself for like an hour just for you,” He slides down, nice and easy, clenching hole belying the expression on his face. “Went so long...thought I was gonna gape...”

“Is that why it's so easy? Why you open up like a whore?” 

“Oh fuck, yesss ...” Hwoarang curses aloud, clinging to Jin so tightly his thighs squeeze his ribs. “God, you're so fuckin’ big...”

“You can handle it,” Jin finishes what he starts and forces Hwoarang the rest of the way down, until his hips meet his pelvis. “I trained this hole for so long, I know it can take anything I give it.”

Hwoarang is quiet, rendered speechless by a twelve-inch prick that settles deep in his guts, throbbing against his walls. The hands that are on Jin's face are quick to hold his shoulders, clenching rhythmically as he tries getting used to being filled up and stretched so suddenly.

Jin gives him time to adjust, but finds himself struggling to hold back his impulses.

He pulls back a little, gauging Hwoarang’s tolerance. He's trembling against him, body so frazzled it feels like he's vibrating, but Jin is patient.

“You feel so warm and snug, Fakun...” Jin nuzzles his hair with his cheek. “Gripping me so tight, like you don't want me to leave.”

Expression strained and cheeks as red as the dye in his hair, Hwoarang doesn't react to Jin's words. He instead looks past Jin with wet glossy eyes before sliding himself down on his shaft, rocking into it, fucking his own hole with slow, shallow thrusts that nearly makes Jin's knees buckle.

“Ah, Hwoarang...”

Hwoarang breathes then exhales deeply before focusing on Jin again. A nod of his head lets Jin know he has permission to return his thrusts which he does so without hesitation. Although not as rigged or flexible as a pussy, Hwoarang's ass was just as tight; wet and warm like plush velvet. Jin has to adjust his posture once the tingles in his shaft gets too much to bare and fucks into him more quickly, giving Hwoarang what he wants.

“That's it, baby...” Hwoarang sighs happily, eyes half-lidded. “Work this pussy...”

“What a good boy,” Jin takes two handfuls of his ass and fucks him deep and hard. “All wet and loose just for me...”

“You like how sloppy I am?” Hwoarang licks his teeth as he holds onto Jin, bouncing on his dick. “Like how this sloppy pussy feels, pretty boy?”

“Can't get enough of it...” Jin closes his eyes in elation at that, getting off to his companion's enthusiasm. “You make me so horny for you, Fakun...”

“Heh, you really are the biggest sap,” Hwoarang braces himself on his shoulders to fuck himself properly. “Alright then, baby, c'mon,” Somehow he goes faster, prompting Jin to pick up the pace as well. “Fuck me like you mean it, show me how horny I make you.”

Jin, more than happy to show his appreciation for Hwoarang's ass, saunters to the edge of his bed to fuck him on his back. Hwoarang has the air knocked out of him when Jin drops him to the mattress, but perks back up soon enough. He croons and cries like a seasoned bottom when Jin starts fucking him more earnestly, cock pounding so mercilessly into his hot boy cunt, Jin briefly worries that he's tearing him apart.

“Oh fuck yes, Jin...” Hwoarang claws at his back, smiling ecstatically at him. “Pound this pussy open, make me gape, baby...”

Thankfully not, Jin thinks passively to himself.

“Ha... I like the way you say my name, Fakun.” Jin bends him over, splitting him in half as he returns his wanton smile. To hear him address him as his given name and not just “Kazama” for once sets his loins ablaze. “Can you say it again? Can you?”

“Say what, pretty boy?” Hwoarang sniggers. “Gonna come in me if I do?”

“Might keep you from finishing if you don't.”

Hwoarang looks at him for a moment, body bouncing with Jin’s thrusts.

“Jin,” He smirks as he says it. “ Jin-ya .”

“ Ah ...” Jin bends forward, hips going a mile a minute. “So good, you sound so good...”

“You're so fuckin’ dopey...” Hwoarang gives him a kiss filled with teeth and spit. “Balls deep in my ass and you spaz out about that of all things?”

“C-Can't help myself...” Jin flinches. “L-Like this too much...”

“Dumbass...” Hwoarang kisses him again. “Shut up and keep fucking me, yeah?”

Jin didn't need to be told twice. Nearly at his limit, Jin makes their session count by going as fast as he can and as hard as he can. It makes Hwoarang sputter and cling to Jin for dear life again, teeth catching the edge of his shoulder when Jin pushes his knees to his ears, folding him like a piece of paper.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck...” Hwoarang bites down, leaving imprints in Jin's skin. “Fuck yeah, pretty boy, tear this ass up, make me come...”

“I love your hole, I love your hole so much,” Jin huffs, thrusting frantically. “I'm sorry, Fakun, but I'm almost...

“Hey, hey, it's okay, guy, I am, too” Hwoarang reassures him then laughs. “Inside when you do, alright? Always wanted to know what a creampie felt like.”

“O-Okay...”

Jin keeps his eyes shut for the rest of their fuck, hand wandering to Hwoarang's crotch to fist his cock. Hwoarang gasps at that, is sent to another world entirely when Jin squeezes around the head, before shooting his load all over his stomach.

“I'm coming, baby, I'm coming all over this big dick...” He cries out before claiming Jin’s lips again. “Fuck me, Jin-ya, feed my cunt like I know you wanna.”

“A-ah, ah ...!” Jin's hips stutter like a busted engine when he finally comes, fucking load after load of thick come into his companion's gaping asshole until he had nothing left to give.

“Fuck...” He pulls out quickly, seed coming with him. It spills out from Hwoarang’s overfilled backend like a basin swollen with water, a visual that tempts Jin too much not to play with.

“Should see your cunt lips, anata, ” Jin shoves his thumb in there to hold it open, making it gape more. “All pushed out and swollen... I think I fucked it pretty good.”

“Ah shit, look how much is coming out...” Hwoarang holds his thighs up to look at the creampie Jin gave to his hole. “I can push this out, right?”

“You can if you want, doesn't do anything if you hold it in,” Jin is quick to collapse to the spot next to him and curl into Hwoarang's side. “That was nice...”

“Yeah,” Hwoarang mimics him, but not before retrieving his discarded joint and a lighter from his nightstand. “Yeah, it was. Guess, uh...” He lights the tip and takes a drag. “Guess I don't mind you fuckin’ me after all.”

“Fun, isn't it?”

“Yeah, nice not havin’ to do all the work,” He passes the joint to Jin who takes it without question. “But that don't mean this is gonna be an every day thing for you, got it?”

“Heh, we'll see about that.”

Jin blows smoke in his face that Hwoarang playfully bites at. For awhile they puff on and pass the joint between each other as they talk about whatever came to mind until Jin gets too high to stay up any longer.

Having shifted positions since they finished, Jin's head is tucked into Hwoarang's lap when he closes his eyes, old television lulling him to sleep.

Hwoarang laughs and then noogies his head.

“Man, you're still a fuckin’ lightweight.”

[handypolymath]

Friday meme - tagged by @crankygrrl

Last song: currently listening to myNoise, "Sea Organ" (custom settings should be embedded in the link):

Songwise I've been spinning a lot of 70's Dolly Parton these days, but mostly running podcasts and ambient -- music is not running hot for me right now, but I expect in another few months I'll be curious and hungry for it again.

Favorite Color: I love a good phthalo green, but I adore plum purple:

Last Movie Watched: First time watching Gentlemen Prefer Blondes. This number was the highlight for me -- from her upside down cross looking earrings to the little black cuffs on their wrestling spankies.

An interesting cultural piece that's for sure, and I may revisit it wrt mid-20th-century meditations on mercenary heterosexuality. For example, in all the allusions and homages to That Pink Dress & Tuxedos musical number, I'd never clocked the chandelier giving Legend of the Overfiend vibes:

Currently Watching: 30 Rock, for the quintillionth time, tending my funky little rock garden of headcanons.

[e.g., Floyd DeBarber is the most insidiously terrible guy Liz ever dates -- and the alcoholism is none of it -- I really do worry about Caitlyn's mental health and physical safety, and I'm glad she has the "well fuck you too buddy" example of Liz doing Bible Mad Libs in the midst of her nuptial mass]

[oh he's gonna kill da wabbit alright : / Meanwhile, Liz subverts the genre by sailing through danger like Mr. Magoo]

[the danger in this case being 1. think you're marrying a peer 2. get your dreams sacrificed to resolve the two-body problem 3. sacrifice your body pumping out more student body for St. Prep's or whatever 4. get upgraded when Floyd makes partner]

[least. satisfying. Land of Cleve. montage. ever.]

Sweet, Spicy, or Savory: Savory, yes please.

Relationship Status: is Addams. Best friend, playmate, true co-parent, intellectual equal, and great fun to break a bed with. A few decades ago we met under an ausipicous sign:

Last thing googled: Mechanical keyboards. My typing is self-taught on a '67 Smith Corona electric and I have never been able to retrain my fingers to strike softer. I miss the satisfying typewriter thunk and tactility of Making Words Manifest.

Current Obsession: Exploring life outside of a survivial mindset.

Curent/Last Read: Blood in the Machine by Brian Merchant; Doppelganger by Naomi Klein; Feeding the Other: White Privilege and Neoliberal Stigma in Food Pantries by Rebecca de Souza; Bloom County by Berkeley Breathed (rereading); Unmasking Autism by Devon Price; The Will to Change by bell hooks; Burnout: The Secret to Unlocking the Stress Cycle by Emily and Amelia Nagoski (re-reading); Happiness Becomes You by Tina Turner (read in April, considering re-reading); The Dawn of Everything: A New History of Humanity by David Graeber and David Wengrow (rereading); doesn't include the ones I'm truly stalled out on or in queue.

Looking Forward To: being able to hang with friends again; cherry season; fireflies; new glasses; my first tattoo; making more art.

Tagging in all who'd like to play!

[paladin-of-nerd-fandom65]

I'm shaking things up. Imagine if Jon, Chris, Conner and Kara went on a little super family/siblings adventure together:

1: what adventure would they be on?

2: how would it be after a while?

3: what sort of sibling chaos with those four get up to?

4: how much metaphorical and literal trouble with they get into?

5: what roles would each of them play (and to clarify like who's responsible older sibling who plays the voice of reason those type of things. But but like who would play What role on their little adventure)

6: after their adventure do they go back to the farmhouse or another place?

OOOOOOOOOOO

1. I see the four on patrol across Metropolis and/or National City when they suddenly spot long time mad scientist Ultra Humanite up to no good. In this case, he reverse engineers one of Luthor’s old Time Machines and his plans for its use to, you guess it, take over the world. Usually, this’ll be something they have to wait until Clark gets involved, but the four Supers have no time to wait for the Big Blue Boy Scout so they charge in to stop Humanite, successfully derailing his plans but inevitable getting zapped all across back in time. Kara ends up in the trenches of the First World War, Conner in the Old Wild West, Chris in Sengoku Jidai Era Japan, and Jon in the Far future of the 31 at Century where he meets up accidentally with the Legion of Superheroes

2. While the Four are off unintentionally in their grand scale adventure, Clark arrives at the scene too late to find them, only finding a defeated Ultra Humanite. He calls up the rest of the Justice League to aid him in finding his family across space and time.

3. The four in their respective time periods try to adapt and blend in best as they can, without invoking too many drastic changes in the space time continuum lest they risk seeing an unfamiliar present day back home. Kara secretly uses his powers as a medic which saves many lives in the battlefield; Conner defends a small town from some outlaws and a corrupt sherif who are empowered by advanced almost futuristic tech with a bit of help from Jonah Hex; Chris becomes an assistant and aide to an at first cold blooded and apathetic samurai warrior, whom over the course of their adventure thanks to Chris’ kindness and compassion, manages to reform the warrior into a more noble one, just as they work together in a climatic grand battle against a cruel daimyo; and Jon aids the Legion in taking down long standing enemy the Time Trapper which also involves meeting other Superboys across space and time, among them being not just a future version of himself but also the Silver Age teenager version of Clark.

4. Once they do finally get back home after their respective adventures, Kara helps vouch to explain what happened and why they rushed in instead of waiting for Clark. Though Clark this time let’s them all go for the most part since what does matter in this case is all of them being safe and sound.

5. I can see Kara be the one curious about the time period she is since she is not that familiar with Earth in the 1910s but is responsible enough to keep her suit’s colors and powers mostly secret as she works to save as many wounded lives as possible in the war torn battlefields of Europe; Conner while blending in via a cowboy outfit that matches his usual colors, he would be the type that would try to smooth talk or flaunt his aura of charisma with the outlaws, resorting to his powers if need be; Chris would be very much be reluctant type, sticking to the shadows and distant from everyone in the time period best as he can try ouch once under the tutelage and service of that samurai warrior, he quickly learns Japanese to be dutiful and helpful best as he can without revealing his powers. It serves to take his mind off how much he misses his family. Then there’s Jon who’s free to fly around and be very openly friendly with his Dad’s friends from back in the day. He’s very curious and adventurous about the time period he finds himself in

6. Most likely they regroup at the Kent Farm to explain their respective adventures to Lois, Clark, Martha and Pa

@we-cross-universe-king-relate @spider-jaysart @theredheaded-stuff @camo-wolf

[seven-cents]

dont like how the matryoshka logs were taking up so much space so I'm gonna copy and paste them here so can get rid of them

Day 1

Dear Devlog,

Today is day one of my long and mentally torturous journey. I am writing to you at the hour of 11am.

I have made minimal progress today. But important progress. Starting with setting up my normal preferences, running tests to get the ratio. Lame stuff, yknow.

I went on to outline many of the scenes and character sprites, there are quite a bit of them so it was arduous but thankfully my best friend, quentin, was here to help me out with a hip new video. His help will be invaluable throughout this timeframe. I love you quentinreviews.

I feel pretty good about how its going, and I'm sure as long as I don't sleep or do anything else for even a moment I'll be done in time. Easy peasy for me, the laziest most adhd person on the planet.

Word count: 0

I can only hope I can make it at least playable before the madness sets in.

Day 2

The madness has set in.

Dear devlog, I feel like a clown and not in the hot way. I got minimal sleep due to me being woken up at an unreasonable hour.

This morning I heard a crackling in my walls, like electricity behind my outlet. This was super concerning since I had a bunch of flammable shit near it. I immediately hopped up and started rearranging my entire room, moving all my canvasses and paint in boxes and whatnot, and in my cleaning I found what looked to be several tiny beads. The crackling had been a necklace I had on a shelf snapping and all the beads falling on the ground. Now I have to unpack everything.

I did however did get quite a bit done, though, 3000 words worth. Most of it is garbage that I'm going to rewrite like ten times but it's something.

Word count: 3,295

Day 3

Dear devlog,

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

everything is a sick cesspit of misery

I got some sprites done tho. By done I mean they're NOTHIGN, but I will fix them later.

demon

Day 4

Didn't get any sleep last night! Had to do stuff today!

Yet, I'm still keeping up pace. With the power of a gallon of chocolate milk a day. HAHAHA.

now get in the hole cunt

Day 5

Dear Devlog,

I've grown to dislike these horrible paints. I have to use craft paints because they're not shiny. They're fifty cents each so I've bought maybe fifty of them. They're all brown and green. All I dream of is brown and green. I hate brown and green.

Who knows what I'll do with them when I finish.

Day 6

Gonna be hard times for the next few days. Won't be able to paint as much but hopefully I can make up for that in writing. Which is terrible because I only have a million paintings to do. Regardless, I can program and write at the same time. nbd.

Words: 4851

Day 7

I didn't update last night because I was so tired! and I had to take time out of my schedule for my weeping break.

The thing about this painting is, I hate it. Like it's way too late to change the colors or pretty much anything without losing a day. That's the problem with doing traditional art, I can't make tweaks without losing so much time. I'm on day 8, that's a little over a fourth way through and I'm looking at my checklist and I'm gonna throw up. But also it's okay. I'm moving things around to keep the important stuff first so some things may be cut.

Day 8

The name is starting to piss me off. I keep having to look it up to remember how to spell it.

I painted rats today.

Day 9

Wahoo! i finshed some painting. Some of the easiest but good enough. I want to get all of them through with by the twentieth so I can make alternates and then digitally edit them in the next ten days. I think I can have a scene and the menu done by today but who knows.

Day 10

couldnt do anything got too sick from pizza cookie

Day 11

look at this fucking bitch what the fuck is his problem

Day 12

I dont think i wanna paint ever again.

its like on every surface of my room. why am i like this why did i wanna do this. oh yeah, its my drive to be the best in the universe.

Day 13

People are gonna make fun of me for making a character look like a vagina. I KNOW I KNOW ITS SUPPOSED TO BE A VAGINA. you dont understand yuri.

Day 14

I've gotten most of the backgrounds almost done. I've got the sprites almost done. Well I don't have the hallway even remotely done because I just sort of forgot it was there. CGs need to be done. I've only got the sketches.

Day 15

ive watched all of adventure time painting these. now i need a new show.

Day 16

Yeah baby parts of the gui are done. Rats are done. That's all I really need right?

Day 17

behold. all my goddam sprites. there's at least fifteen. almost complete bitches.

Day 18

Have you ever seen a prettier textbox? No you haven't.

Day 19

I don't waaaaaaanna paint. I don't wanna do it. I don't wanna have to be like okay what colors should I use here if I fuck up I have to do everything over again. How many times do I have to paint the same thing. I hate painting AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Day 20

My goal was around 10000 words I'm like 9379 so like I'm almost there baby but it will probably be shorter. I might cut some things.

Day 21

8 days left. I have so much to do in eight days.

Day 22

ITS DAY 22

I stopped updating after this because i lost my cunting mind.

[nezebel]

♡ jojos + jobros doing black!readers' hair ♡

a/n: i was talking to some friends about how badly jjba characters could fuck up our box braids. i'm gonna do multiple of these, but for now i'm just gonna do the first 3 jojos/bros. there's a lot of parts so I wanna split them equally- the next one will be part 4, 5, and 6 (maybe 7). hope you enjoy! also ty for over 50 likes on my first post! mwah mwah mwah

Part 1 Jonathan Joestar

Very gentle with your hair. Despite his size, he tries to treat you (and thankfully your hair) as if it might break at any moment. Unfortunately, this means he isn't very willing to actually detangle it.

"Jonathan, please. I need you to actually comb the tangles out of my hair or we'll never be finished."

"I know, my love. I'm sorry. But it might hurt..." "You can be insufferable at times, darling."

Eventually leaves you to detangle your hair by himself so he can do the braiding part, which goes WAY faster. He's quite skilled with his fingers. Makes your braids gorgeous and even adds in crystals and little accessories to spice it up. Overall, 8/10!

Robert E.O. Speedwagon

Very confused. Did you say twists or braids? What's the difference? How do you know? Where did these hairstyles even come from? No matter. Despite his confusion, he's determined to help you out. He's good with detangling and decent with braiding, but decides twisting is the easier way out. It takes him a bit of time to do it though.

"Are you almost done with that twist, darling?" You mumble, exasperated. "Yes dear, just give me a second- oh, that doesn't go that way- sorry, dear-" You giggle as he struggles to finish a single twist, still having half of your hair to finish.

Finally finishes your hair after many, MANY hours. At least he made your hair cute, though. Buys you charms and hair ties so you can style your twists. 7.5/10 for Speedwagon!

Part 2 Joseph Joestar

No idea what he's doing. Tugs, knots, and pulls at your hair accidentally as he simply tries to put it into passion twists. The extensions made it even more difficult as he fumbled with them, trying to make them mesh into your hair seamlessly as you always had. Still very confused.

"Joseph, what the actual fuck are you doing?"

"I DON'T KNOW!" "You better figure it out, Jojo. Please. Do you need a little help?" "For the last time, dollface, I don't need any help. 'M Joseph f'ing Joestar. I can figure this out," He mumbles as he continues to struggle and stress your hair.

When he's done, you look like you got jumped. You give him a kiss and a pat on the back. He tried his best. You secretly take the twists he did out and put your own in overnight, then tell him the twists simply settled last night.

"Huh! Guess I'm not so bad, eh?"

You sigh, then give him a sweet smile. "No, sweetheart. Not at all."

Overall, 4/10. He tried his best, but unfortunately his best was not enough.

Caesar A. Zeppeli

Shocks you with how skillful he is. Even adds in color to your passion twists! Blonde, of course, so you can match with him. Works efficiently and without struggle, but leaves the ends of your twists looking kind of funny.

"Why do the ends of the twists look like that?" "Like what?" Caesar stops and looks at a twist. "Ah. I wasn't exactly sure how to end them. Mi dispiace, amore." Oh well. It wasn't all that bad. And besides, whenever he calls you amore, you can't stay mad at him.

"No worries, darling. I'll fix them later."

Helps you fix the ends of your twists and gives you a pearl necklace to go with the finished look. Overall, 9.5/10!

Part 3

Jotaro Kujo

Very grumpy. Almost says no when you ask him to help you with your hair because he thought it'd be too difficult (and he was kind of right), but you assured him he'd be fine and you'd guide him through the steps of the hairstyle.

"...What did you say this hairstyle was called?" "Goddess braids! They're like box braids, but you have to crochet water wave extensions through the top of the braid." You show him a photo of the hairstyle and he damn near faints.

"...Yare yare. Why do you have to choose such complicated styles?"

"One thing I won't do is hear complaints from a man who didn't wash his hair for 50 days. Better start detangliinggggg..."

He sighs, chuckling a bit, then begins to do your hair.

Finishes relatively quickly and gives you the color of your choice. Buys you an extra large bonnet to keep the curls from getting too frizzy and gives you some silver and gold charms that match some of the charms on his hat. The braids could be better but for his first time doing braids they're pretty good. Overall, 7.5/10, especially for his patience! (still looks irritated about the amount of time it took though)

Kakyoin Noriaki

Very good with washing, detangling, and parting your hair. He does feel stuck about how many braids he has to do or how fast he has to do them. You simply tell him to take his time (but not too much time) and that you can tell him what to do.

"Okay, I'm starting the braids now."

"You said that 10 minutes ago."

"..." "I mean it this time."

Slightly hesitant about actually starting your hair, but he makes it work. Asks if you want to do light pink to match with him and gives you cherry-shaped charms. Also adds pink, red, and white beads to the ends of your braids because he saw someone do that once and thought they'd look cute on you. Overall, 8/10. The braids are pretty and he didn't take too long at all.

Looking in the mirror, you gasp as you look at your gorgeous new braids. "Oh my goshhh, Kakyoin. Have you done this before? You aren't walking around wearing box braids, right? These are so cute!"

He smiles, giving you a quick peck on the cheek. "I tried my best. I'm glad you like them."

idk when part 2 is coming out. maybe later today. hope you enjoyed this little fanfic or whatever, it took me a little while to write lol. feel free to send requests of what you'd like to see next!

[star-struck-wonderland]

•~Bakugou Katsuki Agere Headcanons!•~

So here's some headcanons I had inspired by this age regression outfit board/moodboard I made! Sorta goes into the thoughts I had while making it! Enjoy~!

💥I think Bakugou's regression is 3-6, most commonly sticking at around 4

💥Even though he regresses due to trama and as a coping mechanism, he's ashamed of it and sees it as a weakness

💥So he goes out of his way to keep it a secret, which can be hard since he usually regresses involuntarily

💥He doesn't have much for age regression stuff since he's ashamed of his regression

💥Slowly over time though, he's gotten himself a couple of necessary agere things to keep his little self fairly happy that he keeps in a box hidden under his bed

💥He loves coloring when he's little, and he has this simple little 8 pack of crayons that he uses the heck out of and a cute little coloring book of animals (The sharks are his favorite🤭)

💥He gets himself a plain paci, even though he finds himself wanting a decorated one but refuses to get it

💥He has a black sippy with a skull on it. While little him tends to enjoy color and cute things a lot more then his big self, he's still embarrassed about it and refuses to get anything too cutey or childish

💥That being said, he gets himself a black bear stuffed animal and he secretly loves it, and with his soft orange blankie, it matches his hero costume

💥He also ends up getting himself a larger weighted pumpkin plushie that he uses to help with his stress when small (and sometimes big when it gets bad)

💥He would get a pair of creeper pjs cause he loves playing Minecraft when he's not too little, and come on, he's basically a little creeper himself🥺💥

💥I love the idea of Kirishima being his caregiver when he finds out about his friend's (boyfriend's) age regression, and I feel like once it's settled and Bakugou opens up to him, Kiri would just spoil the heck out of his little boom boom boy🧡

💥And he gets him a lot of age regression stuff like cute pacis, lots and lots of little snacks, more stuffies as well as some toys, and a huge pack of crayons to replace the little 8 pack that's been used up and broken

💥And Bakugou acts mad and embarrassed by it, but he really loves it and loves Kirishima so much for all of it

💥And little him is just ecstatic over all his new goodies and how much his CG spoils him

💥And this one's a bit of a side note, but I feel like when the Bakusquad finds out about his age regression, they would spoil him a lot too and just adoreeee him

💥ESPECIALLY MINA. She is 100% that fun auntie that coos over you and constantly has presents

💥And Kaminari would be such a fun big brother and just make a bunch of faces and play those dorky games like peek-a-boo and tickle monster (spoiler alert: Baby Bakugou LOVES it)

💥Bakugou is always fascinated by Sero when he speaks Spanish, and he always wants to play with Sero's tape

💥Kirishima won't let him though after he ended up getting wrapped up in it one time and ended up crying

💥Bakugou is pretty wary of the bakusquad at first when they find out about him, since even when he's small, he's embarrassed and doesn't like people seeing him, but once he warms up to them he enjoys playing with them and they love him too

This got really off topic and turned into little! Bakugou with the bakusquad, but I'm not complaining. I have a lot more if anyone wants themm!🧡🧡

[harryhoney-bee]

4 and 7 for the abo thing!

"I just want to feel safe" - Alpha!harry

Summary: Alpha!h and omega!reader nesting together, lots of smut and softness <3

word count: 6k

warnings: unprotected sex and oral

Harry was having a normal day at the boxing gym, this time he was teaching pre-teens how to throw punches without looking like an angry toddler (he, unfortunately, wasn't succeeding on that.), he was in the middle of pulling his hair out of frustration when he got a message from his love, his omega.

He wasn't exactly surprised, it was 3:15, the usual time she would be done teaching at the neighborhood's elementary school. What made him raise his eyebrows astonishingly was the subject of her messages.

My pretty girl 🤍: Hi h, the bell just rang, so I’m finishing cleaning up the class.

My pretty girl 🤍: We did some coloring with paint today, remember not to let me do this again.

He laughed, she always came up with the messiest ways of teaching and had to scrub the school's floor later, but at the end of the day, she was always up for another one of those chaotic classes.

My pretty girl 🤍: Anyways, I just wanted to tell you that I miss you so much, can't wait for you to get home 🥺.

My pretty girl 🤍: I felt sad that I didn't have my fourth period free, or else I would have called you.

My pretty girl 🤍: I miss your voice and your kisses :(

If it was any other time of the moment Harry would have thought she was indeed just missing him, but his calendar har warned him this morning that her heat was very close, poor little thing, got her heat at school.

Harry's phone: Hello my love, how are you? Wanna call me? I'm free now, the kids are training on their own.

Seconds later the usual phone ring hit his ears, he looked at his phone, a picture of herself smiling appeared, making his heart warm.

"Hi h, I miss you," was the first thing she said, neediness in her voice, "how was your day?"

"I miss you too, sweetheart, so much," he told her, quickly making his way to Mitch. "My day was good, but yours weren't, right? Got your heat, baby?

"Yes, alpha, I'm so sad, just wanna smell you again," her voice was very teary.

"It's alright baby, are you leaving already? Because if you are staying for long you should take some scent blockers so no one can bother you." Harry was keeping his voice calm, but thinking about her getting her heat far away from him while in a public place made him very angry, not at her, of course, but at any other alpha near her.

Alphas were naturally protected over their omega, but when they were having their heats the protectiveness grew even more. The scent of omegas in heat could make any unmated alpha go crazy, the mean kind wouldn't think twice before touching them, and that's why Harry was mad.

It was dangerous for her to walk around alone during her heat, and he knew there were two alphas in that school, one of them Harry, unfortunately, knew too well. The couch was 34 years old and would always stare Y/n up and they whenever she was near him, he gladly never made any move (gladly for him, since Harry would beat the shit out of him if he ever has the stupid thought of touching even a finger on Y/n's skin.)

"No alpha, I'm already parked at the school's parking lot, I left the mess for me to clean up tomorrow."

"I think you won't be able to go for the next few days though, your heat started, remember?" He knew her mind was a little fuzzy right now, fuck, he just wanted to take her in his arms.

"Oh, damn!" she exclaimed in realization, "do you think Nora will be angry at me? She probably will, right?"

Nora was the cleaning lady, the old woman wasn't a fan of the way Y/n taught her classes since it would always end with Y/n asking for a few of her cleaning products and a mop so she could undo all the mess the kids usually did.

"She won't baby," he knew she would, "if anything happens I will go to school first thing in the morning and clean the class for you, yeah? Now just focus on getting home safe."

He heard the car getting started, "you will go home too, right? Don't wanna be alone."

"Of course, I'm going to tell Mitch I need to leave right now, don't worry. I'll be home in 30 minutes."

"Okay, goo– oh shit!" He heard traffic noises through the phone, his heart picking up at every millisecond.

"What happened?! Y/n? Talk to me now!" He said desperately.

"I just didn't see the person crossing the street, nothing happened though, it's ok."

"You didn't see the person?! Love, for the love of God, turn off your phone right now, it's getting you distracted." Damn, he was ready to run to wherever she was to see if she was alright, thanks to the universe nothing bad occurred.

"Turn off? But I wanna talk to you," she whined.

"I wasn't asking. Turn off your phone and get home safe," he said, dominance in his tone, "I love you, now turn your phone."

"I love you too, alpha, I'm sorry." With that, she hung up.

He didn’t enjoy being stern with her or talking to her with any but softness, but sometimes he just had to find a way to handle her and those clumsy behaviors that could lead to her getting hurt.

Maybe he should go to Walmart and get some stuff for her, maybe it would make her a little happy. Yeah, that’s what he’s going to do.

“Hey Mitch, I’m going home now,” he said to the beta who was teaching a small girl how to gain stability during a fight, “I probably won’t be here till Monday.” It was a Thursday after all, meaning he was going to spend the rest of the week and the weekend with his omega.

“Oh, okay man,” Mitch told Harry, “I’ll see if Adam can cover for you, don’t worry.”

Harry nodded saying goodbye to him and heading to the directions of his office so he could take his bag and go home, while going to his car he thought of how good of a relationship Harry, Niall, and Mitch had. Mitch didn’t ask any questions about why Harry was going home so suddenly, he knew how uncomfortable Harry was to talk to other people about Y/n’s heat.

He started the car and turned on his radio, quickly connecting to Spotify and letting Taylor Swift’s voice fill the car. His girl was a tad obsessed with her, so that made Harry obsessed as well, naturally.

The alpha made his way through the streets, stopping at the nearest Walmart store to get everything they needed: mac and cheese, toothpaste, a book Y/n might like, Gatorade, lots of chocolate, and a bunny stuffed animal.

Normally he would call Y/n to ask if she needed anything, but he didn’t if she was home yet, and he didn’t want to distract her in any way. If she desired anything else he could always make another trip to the store.

After he paid he went back to his car, wanting to get home within the 30 minutes he previously had told Y/n. After about 20 minutes he finally got to his neighborhood.

They lived in the small town of cold spring in the State of New York City, they had moved to this house after Y/n graduated in Education at the University of Rochester. Harry chose not to go to university, instead, he focused on boxing and opened his boxing gym.

He pulled over to his driveway, and saw Y/n’s car parked nicely in front of his, he was glad she was already home, he never enjoyed staying away from her for too long. He grabbed his gym bag and the plastic bags and opened the main door.

The comforting scent of his omega was the first thing he noticed, such a fucking delicious smell, the best thing about having a house with Y/n is that it always felt like home, it would be eternally a safe place for both of them.

“Love? Where are you?” Harry asked loudly, while placing the bags on the counter. He was fast to catch her footsteps on the stairs on the stairs due to his sensory sensitivity, his reflex worked fast while a body threw itself at him.

“Hi h,” Y/n said, burying her face into his neck, “you smell so good I might pass out.”

The alpha placed a hand on her ass to give more stability and pressed her back to his chest, “you look so pretty, my love.” She was still wearing the same summer dress from when she left home to go to school, face painted with light makeup. He loved when she used eyeliner, it always made her eyes pop.

"You smell good too, how was your day?" He asked, putting her body on the counter and looking at her pretty face as he pecked her lips, tasting the strawberry lipstick she applied every day.

"It was good, but I'm feeling kind of dizzy," she told him pouting, she grabbed his hand, playing with the rings of his fingers.

"Oh why my love? Need me to take care of you?" The alpha questioned furrowing his eyebrows, her heat had just started so she wasn't supposed to feel any big physical symptoms.

"I just didn't have time for a proper lunch, I needed to watch the playground, and after that a teacher needed help, so my lunch break never happened."

He looked down at her sternly, "pup, how many times have I told you to have at least one meal while you are at the school?"

"I know, I just didn't have the time," Y/n protested. Sometimes Harry’s care was annoying, she knew how to handle herself, she was feeling dizzy, not dying from malnutrition.

“Well, now you have,” he said, taking the box of mac and cheese out of the bag, “I’m gonna make something for us.” He kissed her and started bowling the water when he felt her arm hugging him from behind.

“But I wanna nest with you now,” she said in a small voice, “I’ve waited for this all day, please?”

“You can go to our room and get things ready if you want, love” he turned his body to hers, “but I’ll finish this first.”

Y/n looked at him sadly, whispering ‘okay’ and leaving the man alone in the kitchen. Harry felt guilty at first, he was aware of how much she needed him close right now, but he couldn’t have his little omega with an empty stomach, if she wasn’t with all needs fulfilled that meant he wasn’t doing a great job.

He had promised to take care of her two times, the first one when they claimed each other with a bite when they were 20, and the other when he proposed, almost 1 year ago. He couldn’t fail at his job as Y/n’s partner and alpha, she was his responsibility as much as his own well-being was.

Harry continued to cock, wondering how the nest building was doing, he forgot to give her the stuffed toy he bought, he knew she would love it, even more now that she was starting her heat. After the pasta was done he began the cheese sauce, and he needed to admit, it looked amazing.

The alpha placed the mac and cheese on two plates on a tray and took the two bags with the gifts he bought Y/n upstairs, heading to their room. He opened the door and the first thing he saw was Y/n putting another layer of blanket on the bed, the room was smelling like mint and cinnamon.

When turned to him, giving her omega a quick smile before opening the drawer and taking more pillows to place on the edge of the bed. “Do you like it, h?” she asked while taking the tray from his hand and putting it on the mattress while laying there herself, patting the space beside her side so Harry could sit there as well.

“I love it, sweetheart, the best nest you ever made,” he said, kissing her forehead and giving her the bags, “This is for you, but the chocolate is only after we eat the mac and cheese.”

She took the bags from his hand, smiling like a kid who was just offered ice cream. The first thing she saw was a copy of her favorite book called Little Women, it was a white and blue edition, a simple one she had never seen before, “thank you so much, alpha, now I have the Dover edition as well!” The omega had been trying to find all editions for her collection.

“You’re a welcome puppy, but open the other one, there’s more,” he said, taking the plate of mac and cheese and eating.

She eagerly opened the other bag, taking a medium white bunny from it, it had a heart right in the middle of its chest. Y/n looked at it as if it was the most important present in the whole world.

“Did you like it? Bought it for our nest" Harry said, putting her on his lap and feeding her his mac and cheese while she was staring at the stuffed animal.

"I love it, thank you so much," Y/n hugged him, putting her nose close to his neck and breathing him in, "you are the best fiancé in the world."

"And you are the prettiest, smartest and kindest fiancé in the world," he placed his lips right on her mating bite, the one he cherished so much, the proof of their unconditional love. They had a lot of fights about it, Y/n didn’t want any bite, scared that he would treat him as if he owned her, after a lot of conversations she finally trusted Harry enough to let him do it, that was another reason for Harry to love the mark, it means how much trust she put on him.

She smiled shyly while taking her plate and eating by herself. They ate in silence, enjoying each other's company with Harry's hand resting tenderly on her thigh. It was no doubt his love language was physical touch, he always had to be touching her in some sort of way, when Y/n first met him she thought it was just an alpha thing, but now she realized it was just a demonstration of affection.

Thankfully it matched her love language perfectly, she was a sucker for quality time with him, from going to the groceries together to waking up a bit earlier just to spend a little more time with Harry before both of them had to go to work. She was just delighted by having him near her, doing random domestic things.

When they were both done with the food Harry took the tray and got off the bed to go downstairs, but Y/n stopped him. “where are you going? she asked.

“Do the dishes, my love, I’ll be right back.”

“No, stay, please,” she whined, offering her hand for him to take it and come back laying down with her. The alpha placed the tray on their nightstand, swiftly sitting back down and putting a hand on her forehead. “Oh, my little omega, you’re already burning up? Your fever normally comes on the second day.”

The signs of heat in Omegas were very different from signs of ruts in Alphas.

Omegas would feel the need to be close and protected, they would also have fevers and cramps on the lower stomach, but the physical symptoms were only common on the second day of heat. Alphas, on the other hand, don’t feel any kind of physical symptoms, instead, they feel extremely territorial over their omega and aggressive over any other alpha, most of them would also feel very needy and seek the attention of their partner.

In Harry’s case, the neediness would only be a thing if he got his rut before Y/n went on heat, she would constantly tell him that he acted like a puppy, following her around, wanting to be close no matter what.

“What if we take a shower together? Would that make you feel better?” he asked, petting her cheek.

“Yeah, I want that.”

The couple went to the bathroom and Harry undressed her first, he took the hem of her dress, leaving the omega in a simple pink matching pair of underwear and bra. He unhooked her bra, at the same time she sighted. "Was the bra too tight?" He asked while massaging her tender breasts with his warm hands.

"Yeah, I think I put on some weight, now my boobs are also bigger, guess I need more bras," she mumbled, leaning into his body.

"My pretty omega, you can buy the whole Victoria's secrets if you want, alright? We can go shopping next week, gonna love watching you trying on lingerie," he took his hands off her breast and took her underwear off her body, leaving her naked in front of him.

He knelt in front of her and wasn't surprised to see the wetness between her thighs, Omegas had a tendency to get aroused very easily near their alpha. He took some time to admire her beautiful pussy, since Harry assured her he didn't mind her having hair down there she hasn't been shaving as constantly as before.

And he fucking loved it.

He held onto her hips, bringing her body to his, tended and started licking the skin of her inner thighs, his tongue tasting everything she had to give him. "Gonna let me have a taste of you? Want my mouth on your cunt?"

The girl moaned and nodded her head, at the same time he spanked her ass, "I asked you a question, do you want it or not?"

"I do alpha, please. I've been aching for you all day," the omega whined while holding to Harry's shoulder for support.

"I bet that other Alpha at the school could feel your arousal," Harry said, his breath very close to her center, "good thing you got this necklace with my initials on your neck because you are my omega."

Harry took his two fingers and spread her lips apart, being met by her clit, "such a pretty pussy, all mine to taste, all mine to fuck."

He brought his mouth to her clit, sucking on the button while helping her ass and waist in place so she wouldn’t squirm, he was bringing his tongue up and down her slit, tasting her sweet wetness that he couldn't get enough of. No matter how many years they were together, her pussy will forever be his favorite dessert.

His tongue was no slowly fucking into her opening while his nose was caressing her clit, making horizontal movements this time. His angel was too occupied moaning to say anything, but he gotta admit that view was rather erotic.

An alpha kneeling in front of an omega, getting his face wet just for her, his hand clutching into the meat of her body so she wouldn’t move. His poor shoulders almost bleeding from the pressure her nails were making on his skin.

The girl's moans indicated she was close to her release. Harry could quickly identify when she was close to cumming since he was the only man who ever made her orgasm, he was quite proud of that.

"Alpha I-" the girl said.

"Come for me, pretty girl, I'm just waiting," he whispered against her core, working his tongue trying to get her to climax, which didn't take long.

After a couple of minutes, she was pulling his hair while trying to close her tights from the over-stimulation, the word alpha falling from her mouth almost as a prayer. Her hand grabbed into his shoulder with more strength now, letting the pleasure take over her body.

Harry still spend some time on her cunt, lapping at her arousal, cleaning her of her own wetness, not wanting to let her sweet honey go waited, "my good girl, giving it all to me," he said, looking up to her, face chin completely wet, "do you see how much power you hold over me, little omega? Got me on my knees just for you, do you understand how much I cherish you?"

"I do, Alpha, I love you so much," she breathed, tapping near his neck so he could get up, her eyes still closed.

He stood on his two feet in front of her, cleaning his chin with the back of his hand and pulling her body into him, kissing her forehead, "I love you too, baby. Why don't you go under the shower while I undress?"

The girl promptly nodded, going under the shower and turning it on, letting the water wash her hair and her body.

Harry stood a few feet away, taking his shirt off and his sweatpants pants, leaving him in his boxers. He looked down and noticed his excitement was very visible, he could feel how hard he was, throbbing to be inside of her, but he reminded himself her heat was about her. He was just there to take care of her and make sure she was ok.

He took his boxers off, his cock not fully erect hitting his thigh, the man got close to the girl, water dripping down her back while her hands rubbed gently the top of her head, already filled with bubbles from the shampoo. She looked behind and went a bit to the side, so he could have a go on the water.

They spent 10 minutes like that, enjoying each other, in the meantime Y/n had already taken the shampoo and conditioner of her hair, Harry as well, they just need to wash their body. "Can I?" She asked sweetly with soup in hand.

"Of course, darling," the alpha answered, letting her hand come in contact with the exposed chest of his skin. She started massaging the soup against his body, a calmly lavender smell spreading in the foggy bathroom.

As she got down on his body, she noticed his cock, it was hard, hitting his naval. "Harry, why didn't you say anything? I could've sucked you off too," she grumbled, '' I don't want my alpha to be unsatisfied."

He took her jaw in his hand, "me? unsatisfied? Sweetheart, I can cum just from looking at your tits, I don't know what you are talking about."

"You need to control your dirty mouth, you know," she said as she took his cook in hand, stroking it nicely while her thumb rubbed the head, which made Harry close his eyes in pleasure.

"Fuck baby, ya don't need to give me head, I just want to take care of you, yeah? He said in a raspy voice.

"But I wanna take care of you too, alpha. Will you let me?"

"Fuck, please baby, get on your knees for me."

She smiled proudly as she was able to do what she wanted. The omega was in front of his cock, his balls hanging nicely, real to give his cum down her throat, his cock was so beautiful, since the first time she saw it she was hypnotized. It was big, with a beautiful vein running through the whole shaft. Y/n took a hold of his cock, bringing it to her lips and kissing it softly, before resting on her tongue for a few moments, the man in front of her couldn't help but jerk his hips.

"Do you like your alpha's cock, omega?" Harry asked, looking down on her, her pretty eyes looking back at him, "like how my fat head fits in your pretty mouth?"

The girl nodded, taking more of him in her mouth, feeling the taste of his skin. A bit of pre-cum was already leaking, leaving a slightly salty taste on the tip of her tongue. When she realized she had taken almost all of him, the tip almost reached her throat.

With her right hand, she tapped his low back, which made the alpha alert, "what is wrong, baby? Don't want it anymore?" He asked worriedly.

Y/n took his cock of her mouth, saying in a dry voice, "want you to use my mouth." After her statements she took his dick back in her lips, waiting for him to do the rest.

"Oh, you want me to use you? That's it?" He asked teasingly, "gonna give it to you, don't worry." With that the man started moving his hips, feeling his cock down her throat, her eyes looking at him this whole time, making constant eye contact.

She could feel every inch of him, Y/n could taste the licking pre-cum of his head, she was twirling her tongue all around his cock, trying to keep her gag reflex at bay.

His hips getting frenetic the closer he got to his release (yeah, he was that horny), she was his ball, touching and rubbing it nicely, she loved who they felt on her hand, his ball was always so heavy and full.

"Oh omega, gonna cum soon," he stated, pulling her hair to dictate even more the pace.

They stood like that for 5 minutes, just him feeling her wet hollowing cheeks sucking him, her warm hands caressing his ball, and feeling his veins, "omega, I'm cumming hold your breath," he said.

The alpha took his whole cock and pushed it on her mouth, until her face was tucked in his hip bone, his pubic hair tickling her face. With a couple more thrusts he was cumming down her throat, his seed wouldn't even hit her tongue from how deep he was in her mouth, he continued to quickly fuck her, trying to make her milk everything from his, after a few more jerks from his hips, the last ropes hit the walls of her throat.

He promptly took his cock of her mouth, the same time Y/n started to cough, making Harry go into "

alpha mode, "baby you're ok? Was I too rough?" he asked, bringing her body to him and hugging her, "did I hurt your throat? I won't go that deep next time, I'm sorry.

The omega hugged his back, "I'm alright H, it didn't hurt, it was just a lot of… you know," she said shyly, hiding her face on his shoulder.

Harry laughed while taking the soup and rubbing her back and arms, "I gave it to you good, then?"

The girl nodded, letting Harry clean her with the hot water, his hands were gently against her skin, always kissing every birthmark and scar. "Either way I'm sorry, I will make some tea for you, yeah?". The alpha took his time on her body, caressing her skin with the soap, giving a special time to her breasts and thighs.

When they were all done Harry wrapped the girl in a fluff towel before doing the same with himself, his white towel hanging nicely on his hips, leaving his happy trail very visible. "Can I wear one of your shirts, Alpha?" The omega asked, hugging him by his side, he placed his hands on her shoulder in instinct.

"Of course you can, can do whatever you want, baby," he guided her out of the bathroom and opened his drawer, taking a graphic t-shirt out, "take off your towel baby," he asked.

The omega did what she was told, quickly replacing the towel with his shirt. He liked to buy clothes some sizes bigger, so she could feel comfortable in them, he loved to see how the fabric hit on his mid-thigh.

Harry put on some new sweatpants, while the girl came back to their bed. Well, now it was their nest, given the number of pillows and blankets sitting perfectly on the mattress, it felt so safe, as if there was only her and the alpha in the world.

The alpha got closer to her, letting her sit on his lap while he stroked her head, her face squished on his chest, "comfortable, my love?" He asked, kissing her lips.

"Yes, alpha, but I want more," she murmured.

He took her chin in his hand, "what do you want? Tell me so I can make it better."

"Wanna feel you, please?" She placed her hand right on his cock, which wasn't hard until now, "just wanna feel close."

Harry grabbed his sweatpants, resting them on his thigh, leaving his erect cock free of clothes, he started stroking himself a bit to make it nice for her, "oh puppy, come here then, sit on my cock, I'll help you."

The omega wasn't wearing any underwear, so she was able to position herself right away, the tip of his cock hitting her opening as she slowly sank into him, the couple moaning together as she finally was full of him.

"You ok now? Just wanted my cock, my poor needy omega," he whispered in her ear, kissing her neck.

The omega placed her head on his shoulder, breathing his scent in, trying not to move on his cock, "I want you all the time, alpha."

"I know you do, baby, that's why I'm here, yeah? Just to take care of you."

"Only me?" She asked in a small voice.

"Of course, I'm yours for eternity," he took her hips, making her move up and down at a very slow pace, his cock reaching deep places in her cunt, "I'm gonna give you love, pleasure, happiness, and all the pups you want, alright? You're my pretty girl, gonna give you the moon if you ask for it."

The couple went silent after that, choosing to express their love for each other with their body rather than with their words.

Harry was creating a pace with the girl’s hips that was making both of them feel in heaven, it was so slow, but it created friction in the girl's clit and made Harry feel her wet walls contracting around his cock.

He just loved her so much, he wanted to be buried inside her forever. He didn't know what paradise was like, but most definitely was somewhere near his omega, something near her body.

"Alpha, it feels so good," she whined on his shoulders, her arms embracing him, "I can feel all of you inside me."

"Yeah, baby? It's because I’m and I can fill you up nice and good." Harry knew he had a big ego, but when it came to his cock he was just very nonchalant about it, he was big and thick, the right cock to give his omega pleasure.

"Rub your clit for me, baby. Wanna see you cum," he told her, picking up his pace. Her gentle fingers met her button, rubbing it nicely, his sweet breath hitting his skin as he felt his orgasm close.

After some minutes the girl started contracting herself around his cock, her fingers working fastly on her clit and she was drenching his thigh. Her orgasm came fast, leaving a warm feeling on her body, which made her feel went lip above Harry.

"Look at my pretty girl cumming, always so beautiful, love how your thighs are shaking," he said, holding her even closer, waiting for her to catch her breath.

"Gonna let your alpha cum now? Can I do that?" He asked in a raspy voice, sucking on the skin of her neck.

"Yes, alpha, please cum," she begged, voice still full with pleasure.

Harry didn't need any incentive other than that, he held her body a little high, so he could be the one thrusting into her. He rested his back on the headboard while he just worked on his hips, slamming himself inside of her wet cunt.

"Alpha, please," she whined, clutching to his body.

"Shh, I'm almost there, don't worry."

His hips making in and out movements inside her, working his way to his own orgasm, when he felt his knot growing, he took the girl's body and pressure her down on his cock, hitting even more deeply. And with that he was cumming inside of her, filling her with ropes of his cum, his knot entered her cunt, locking them together and preventing the cum to leak.

He was still trying to move his hips the best he could, trying to give her all of his seed, "fuck baby, do you feel full? the alpha asked while resting his head on her shoulder, mirroring her.

"Yes, alpha, it feels so good and warm," she softly said, rubbing her hips against his pelvic bone, which made two more ropes of cum leave his dick.

"Baby stop moving, can't take it anymore," he said, holding her wait, "I've never cummed so much in my life, do you see what you do to me, omega?"

He kissed her forehead, then her cheeks, and finally her lips, "after we are properly married I'm gonna give you pups and you'll be the best mom ever, gonna have our little family to take care of."

"I told you I'm not old school, I wouldn't mind having babies before marriage," she giggled.

"Well, you don't mind but I do," he said playfully, bringing the duvet under them while they were still connected, "we're gonna have a very small wedding, then I gonna take you to a honeymoon and gonna love all over your body, and after that, we can enjoy 6 months being Mr. And Mrs. Styles before we start trying, what do you think about this plan?" He asked.

"Well, you deserve a kiss for the organization of your plan, that's for sure," she laughed, packing him on the list, "but yeah, I think it's a great plan, I Can't wait to have a few babies."

"Yeah?" He smiled at her, "I can't wait too, I think we're gonna make awesome parents."

"I think too, H," the omega said, before slowly closing her eyes, feeling Harry's heartbeat.

Harry noticed how quickly she fell asleep, he was caressing the skin of her back under his shirt and thinking how much he wanted their future pups to look like her.

The alpha was aware the knot had loosened by now, but he didn't want to disturb her sleep, he could pull out after she was done with her nap. He took the tv remote and started watching Peaky Blinders, one of the only tv shows they weren’t watching together.

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After Harry got in the middle of one episode he decided it was time to wake her up, it wasn't very healthy for her to stay with him cum inside for so long.

He stroked her cheek. "Hey pretty girl, let's wake up, yeah?" She didn't let out any sign that she was waking up, his omega was quite the heavy sleeper. "Baby, come on, miss you."

She slowly opened her eyes, rubbing her head against his shoulder, "hi, what time is it?" She asked in a soft voice.

"Just 16:30, love," he told her, "what about we clean ourselves up? Then you can go back to sleep."

The girl nodded and Harry took her waist, lifting the girl off his cock, a few of their cum dropped out of her, but she seemed too tired to even care. He let her snuggle on the pillow while he took a towel and underwear for her. Harry first cleaned himself, and then walked to the girl, gently spreading her legs and kissing her soft thighs.

The alpha quickly rubbed the towel against her skin, asking her to contract so all the cum could be out. When she was all clean, he helped her put her underwear on, kissing her on the forehead as she drifted to sleep again.

He couldn't help but look at her and thank the universe for putting such a pretty omega in his life. Sometimes he didn't feel worthy of her, but heat was going to work every day if it meant he could give back the same comfort feeling she gave him.

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#5

Without You

Steve Harrington x Reader

⚠️STRANGER THINGS SEASON 4: VOL 1 SPOILERS BELOW⚠️

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A/N: I just finished the last season 4 episode that's been released and I'm obsessed! Can we just talk about how hot Steve looked this whole season? Especially him in the Upside Down with Eddie's cutoff jean jacket...thus why I chose this gif. I do not own any of these characters except (y/n)!

Summary: After Steve is dragged into the Upside-Down, his girlfriend doesn't hesitate diving in after him. She's willing to do whatever it takes to get him back home to safety, including hiding her own injuries from the group.

Warnings: mentions of blood, death, injuries, angst with fluff

(y/n) - your name

(y/l/n) - your last name

(y/n/n) - your nickname

(y/h/c) - your hair color

"How long, Wheeler?"

"It's onl-" She started, but was interrupted by (y/n).

"Too long." The (y/h/c) stood up abruptly, taking off her socks and shoes while the others protested.

Robin shifted to keep the boat level. "Just give him a little bit longer! He's probably fine." She turned to Eddie. "He should be fine, right?"

"Well, realistically, he sh-"

"Eddie!" Nancy snapped, annoyed.

"I'm done waiting."

Just as (y/n) was about to jump in, Steve splashed up out of the water, scaring everyone in the boat.

"I found it." He announced, out of breath.

Nancy was the first to speak. "You found it?"

(Y/n) reached down, putting a hand on his that was clutching the boat. "Steve, are you okay?"

He simply smirked up at her. "Did I worry you, (y/l/n)?"

"Shut up. Are you okay? Really." She returned his smile.

"Yes, (y/n/n), I'm fine. It's pretty wild. It's more a snack-sized gate than a mama gate, but still, it's pretty damn big."

Just as the words left his mouth, he was plunged underwater, knuckles white, barely hanging on to the boat. After a second, he came back up with a confused expression.

With worry etching her face, (y/n) reached for him again. "Steve? What was that?"

"I don-" he started but was pulled underwater again, and this time, he didn't come back up. Yelling instantly filled the boat and (y/n) wasted no time in jumping in after him.

"Steve!"

"(Y/n)! Wait!" Nancy tried, but it was too late. She was already swimming downward in the murky lake water. Her legs kicked as fast as they could as she tried not to think about the burning of her lungs and arms. The only thing she could think about was Steve. They had been through so much together and she was not about to lose him when they were so close to figuring everything out.

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1,458 notes - Posted June 1, 2022

#4

Bradshaw Beach Days

Bradley Bradshaw x Wife!Reader

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A/N: This is dedicated to my best friend, @savvysaucepacket! Thanks for always being my go-to about all my fanfiction ideas!!

Summary: On a day off, the Bradshaws spend a day at the beach, coming to a realization that will forever change their lives.

Warnings: shirtless bradley bradshaw, pure fluff, one suggestive line if you squint

(y/n) - your name

(y/n/n) - your nickname

mojo - your callsign

"Mojo, you ready?" Bradley called, packing their beach stuff into his Bronco.

Slipping her cover-up over her royal blue bikini, she grabbed a book and threw it in her beach bag, closing the door behind her. "Yes, sir."

The couple climbed in the car, blaring the Beach Boys with the windows down all the way to the beach. Bradley often found himself staring at his beautiful wife as she sang along to Kokomo, hair blowing wildly in the wind. It was rare for both of them to get a day off, so when it did happen, they would haul down to the beach and spend the whole day there, just soaking up the sun and each other's company.

Getting to the beach, (y/n) slipped off her cover-up and tied her hair into a messy bun. Bradley slid his aviators further down on his nose at the sight.

"You are looking mighty fine, Mrs. Bradshaw." he drawled, walking over and pecking her on the lips.

"Have you seen yourself? You," she looked him up and down, leaning closer to him, "look like the sexiest man alive."

He rolled his eyes, laughing. "That was so cheesy."

"I know." (Y/n) whispered, kissing him again.

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2,129 notes - Posted July 3, 2022

#3

Hold My Hand: Part One

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Wife!Pilot!Reader

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| Part Two | Part Three | Part Four |

A/N: I saw Top Gun: Maverick, and the only thing I can say is that my mind is completely blown. WOW. I don't know if I've seen a better movie, and that's saying something. Also, MILES TELLER WITH A MUSTACHE, WHO WOULD'VE THOUGHT, AM I RIGHT? Anyways, this fic was born out of my instant obsession with Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw. I do not own any of these characters except (y/n). Enjoy!

Summary: (Y/n) and Bradley share their last night before the mission together...

Warnings: mentions of death, extreme sadness, slight fluff, idk?

(y/h/c) - your hair color

(y/e/c) - your eye color

italics - flashbacks

"hen" - your callsign

Tomorrow is the day. The day of the mission. The day they could lose everything. As (y/n) and Bradley walked out of the base to their car, silence filled the air. Normally, the couple would rarely shut up while around the other, but they knew the risks involved with the upcoming mission. The life they had built together was now in jeopardy.

Bradley gently intertwined his hand with (Y/n)'s over the middle console of his truck, knowing she needed something to pull her from her thoughts. After being married for two years, he knew how to get her out of her own head.

"Hey, babe, what do you want for dinner? You can choose and I won't even complain," he said with a smirk, turning to look at her briefly.

A small smile of her own painted her face, making his heart flutter. After all the years they'd spent together, she never failed to give him butterflies.

"No complaining?" she laughed, "I'll believe that when I see it, rooster."

His hand flew to his chest, feigning offense, "I promise you, Mrs. Bradshaw. On my pilot's honor."

"Sure, sure."

"What are we having, though? Cause I'm starving."

(Y/n) rolled her eyes as they pulled into their driveway. "You'll just have to wait and see."

With a small whine, he turned to see her getting out of the truck.

"(Y/n/n), come on. I'm serious."

"So am I," she whispered, leaning into the window before entering the house with a smile.

Watching her figure disappear into the house, he couldn't help but think back to the first time he saw her.

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2,214 notes - Posted June 2, 2022

#2

Coming Home to You

Bradley Bradshaw x Wife!Reader

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A/N: Just a small Rooster blurb for ya! Sorry it's so short lol!

Summary: Bradley comes home from a long mission and runs straight into his wife's loving arms.

Warnings: fluff, fluff, fluff

Stepping off the plane, Bradley breathed in the fresh Californian air, happy to finally be home. He had been called on an overseas mission that was supposed to last a week but turned into a month. Due to the top-secret nature of the mission, the aviators weren't allowed any contact with their loved ones. This rule is what always shredded the couple to pieces. They were together almost 24/7 and talked constantly, so cutting off all communication was very difficult for both of them.

It was hard for (y/n) to come home to an empty house after a long day at work. She'd grown so accustomed to Bradley getting there a few minutes after she did, and now, she would just stare at the door. having to remind herself that he wasn't going to walk through it. As a week stretched into a month, she grew more and more anxious about Bradley's safety. Of course, every time he went on a mission, she was sick to her stomach with worry, but she had learned that the longer the mission, the more dangerous the mission was.

When she got the call from the base, her eyes welled with tears, immediately fearing the worst, but she sighed in relief when they said he was finally coming home.

Quickly driving to the base, she hurried to the fence outside the airstrip where families were told to wait. She watched as pilots started coming out of the plane and down the steps toward their loved ones. The second she saw a familiar head of brown hair and mustache, a beaming smile grew on her face as they made eye contact. Even though he had his aviators on, she could tell he saw her by the way his demeanor changed. Quickly descending the steps, he ran, bag in hand, towards his (y/n), who jumped the fence, not caring about protocol. She threw her arms wide with a smile, running to meet him halfway.

Bradley dropped his bag before wrapping his arms around (y/n)'s waist, her arms slinging around his shoulders as their lips collided. Pulling back slightly, Bradley scanned her face with a smile, kissing her again. Out of breath, they leaned their heads together.

"I've missed you, Bradshaw," she whispered, leaning against his chest as she hugged him tightly.

He leaned down and kissed her temple, squeezing her tighter. "I've missed you too, Bradshaw."

As the two shared a moment, Mav looked on from afar, unable to break his stare. The couple reminded him so much of Goose and Carole that his heart ached just watching them. He was broken from his trance when he heard Penny calling for him. With a sigh and a teary smile, he looked back at the couple one last time before going over to her, whispering to himself.

"You'd be proud, Goose."

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2,260 notes - Posted July 14, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Little Hen

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Wife!Reader

A/N: I'm obsessed...there's nothing left to say. I don't own any of these wonderful characters except (y/n). Enjoy!

Summary: Rooster takes his little hen to The Hard Deck to make memories like he did with his father

Warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, like your teeth are gone...

(y/n) - your name

(y/n/n) - your nickname

(y/h/c) - your hair color

(Y/n) sighed through the phone, stuck at work for another hour. "Bradley, are you sure it's a good idea to take her there? It is a bar after all."

"Yes, babe. Some of my favorite memories with my father were made at a bar."

She knew this meant a lot to him, especially how he lost his own father not long after those memories were made. He'd told her about his fear that he'd be killed before their daughter, Carole, even remembered him. She was now 4 and was just like he was as a kid.

She was adventurous, competitive, and most of all, a complete daddy's girl. The 4-year-old had Rooster Bradshaw wrapped around her tiny little finger. If she wanted a stuffed animal, he got it, and when she asked for a Hawaiian shirt to match him, (y/n) could've sworn she'd never seen him order something so fast.

Bradley had also formed the habit of calling Carole, "Little Hen" after her mom, whose callsign was Hen.

"Okay little hen," Rooster said getting her out of her car seat, "do you want to meet some of daddy's friends?"

She threw her little arms around his neck as he held her. "What about mommy? She's your friend."

He chuckled, swinging her around in a circle. "Mommy is my best friend, but I have other friends too."

"Whoa, Daddy. I'm dizzy." She announced, leaning far back away from him.

"Don't worry, hen, Daddy's got ya." With a content sigh and a bright smile, he kissed her cheek and opened the doors of The Hard Deck.

The room erupted into cheers when the pair walked in the doors. Jake, AKA Hangman, was the first to come over to the pair.

"Hangie!" She yelled, leaning towards him, her little arms extended.

Rooster handed her to Jake with a smile. "Hey, kid! Have you been listening to your mom and dad?"

She shook her head, glancing over at her dad, who was just watching the interaction. "Nope."

Jake burst into laughter, tickling her as she joined in with her own giggles. Rooster's heart was about to explode with love at the sight of his beautiful daughter. The only person missing from this moment was (y/n). She got caught up at work and couldn't join them for the movie night they had planned, so they decided to have a Rooster and Little hen night. He's brought out of his thoughts by Carole calling him.

"Daddy! Jake wants you to play!" she said, full of excitement.

With a sigh, he took off his aviators and gently placed them on her face as he walked towards the piano. The glasses were way too big on her, so they were slanted to one side, and they looked so cute. Bradley took her from Hangman and placed her on top of the piano. He stretched his hands slightly before playing.

"You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain." he sang, looking goofily at Carole. "Too much love drives a man insane. You broke my will, oh what a thrill."

Carole somewhat knew this part, so she sang along with everyone else.

"Goodness gracious, great balls of fire!"

Her laughter echoed across the bar, lifting everyone's spirits even more than her dad's playing did.

"I laughed at love cause I thought it was funny, you came along and you moved me, honey. I changed my mind, looking fine."

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#5

my friend just sent me this video and I just -

those are some pretty crazy rock formations

51 notes - Posted September 12, 2022

#4

Random OTP Asks

I scraped a random assortment of questions from this mega post so that I could answer them in a very self-indulgent way. I didn't originally number them, and it turns out I ended up with an odd number. Sorry to all Increments of Five enjoyers out there.

Who is always horny and will have sex, at any place and at any time?

Who slides their arm around the other’s waist?

Who tops and who bottoms?

Who acts tough but actually is really submissive?

Who is louder in bed?

Who does some crazy stunt to try and impress the other and who ends up driving them to the ER after it backfires?

Who likes to give the other hugs from behind followed by a kiss?

Who causes the tomfoolery and who has to try and stop the tomfoolery?

Who’s ready for marriage first?

Who wants kids first?

Who’s the first to break down because they’re going to be parents?

Which one has more insecurities? Over what?

Would they hate-fuck if they were mad at one another? If they had a falling out?

Which one stubbornly tries to pretend they aren’t sick?

Who initiates PDA the most in public?

Who is your OTP’s unofficial/official child?

Who pulls the other closer while sleeping?

Who likes to sit in the other’s lap?

Who still blushes when their partner compliments them?

Who asks the other’s father/father figure to marry their son/daughter?

Who sleeps on which side of the bed?

Who would be a lovey dovey drunk?

Who do they ask to be their bridesmaid(s)/best man/men?

Who distracts the driver by being a bit too provocative in the car?

Favorite canon moment of them?

Least favorite canon moment of them?

Which one fixes up the other one’s outfit in the morning (adjusting a tie, putting hair in the right spot, etc)?

What theme would their wedding be, if they were going to get married?

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76 notes - Posted September 16, 2022

#3

A few months ago, I was l lucky enough to receive the most amazing commission of my girl from the lovely @lilithkb (LilithKBArt on Twitter) 💖

I have been absolutely obsessed with this since I got it back. The amount of detail that Lilith put into this blows my mind. I love the tweaks that they made to the armour to make it more Mihri, the colours that we worked together on to make it more meaningful*.

I'm never good at words when it comes to these things because I feel like words can't really convey the love I have for this. If you're on Twitter, please go give them and their amazing art some love!

*green is Mihri's favourite color! However, I tend to associate her with turquoise for some reason. The armour colors are a lovely blend of both of us.

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I was lucky enough to snag a commission slot from the lovely @jentrevellan, so you know I had to get a bust of Mihri 💖 I can’t get over how she looks in her little dress, and the FLOWER CROWN! Thank you again, Jen! 💖💖

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Inked

Still on hiatus. But I found an old piece of writing and I revamped it just a smidge! It was originally published in 2018 on calumh-excess. Which is now deactivated. Hooray for finding pieces!

Calum's been watching Jay for a while. She's cute, talented, but a bit of mystery. Should he really give into her? What will it take for him to admit he has a crush?

Enjoy my masterlist (on hiatus)

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He watched her sometimes for far too long. The way her tongue stuck out as she pulled the skin and her hand worked steadily with the needle made it hard for him to resist. Her face always seemed to catch the harsh fluorescent lights and reflect it back so that it twinkled against her skin. A slight sheen, but nothing just of ethereal. He wasn’t even interested in any new ink, not seriously anyway. He had slowed on the ink train, but the shop his tattoo artist owned was a nice place to hang out sometimes. When he wanted to get out of his house but didn’t want to actually go somewhere, he could hang out here, listening to the buzz of the tattoo gun, poke his hand at trying a design here or there. They weren't great. He hadn't considered him this kind of artist, but the shop felt like a second home.

Besides, having her around was a more than welcomed bonus.

He wasn’t even sure what it was about her. She showed up about a year and a half ago, under an apprenticeship. Calum’s artist was unsure of her, much like everyone else that asked to work under him. A hazard of the job, according to the job, according to Calum's artist. However, her drawings spoke volumes; the colors and line work were impeccable. She had talent and knew it without being cocky about it. Well, sometimes she wasn’t. Calum watched her run into the occasional asshole that tried to belittle her; she always put her foot down in those situations. He didn’t fault her.

Today’s no different. When Calum walks in, he greets the guy at the front desk, eyes searching for her. He spots her in the back with her oversized frames creating a small glare over her brown eyes. He never quite got the appeal of the grandma-shaped glasses trend, but on her, they worked. She looked wise but soft. The glass pulled him in, felt like she was seeing into his soul. Maybe she was; maybe the pain made people more vulnerable than they anticipated--entrusting someone, a stranger in some ways, to permanently mark you and not fuck it up. Whatever the reason, looking at her felt timeless. Like she had seen it all, and you are just waiting for you to spill all the secrets.

“You finally going to get some new ink?” Calum’s artist teases.

Calum shakes his head, turning his attention away from her. “You finally took her training wheels off?”

“Your girlfriend’s got mad skills. I couldn’t baby her forever. Jay works hard on each piece, learned fast. Got a steady ass hand and pretty gentle for handling a needle.”

“She’s not my girlfriend.”

“Yeah, because you haven’t hardly even talked to her. Go for it, you wuss. What’s the worst she says? No?”

Calum exhales a chuckle. "I mean, the worst she stabs me with the tattoo gun. But considering the ink I'm already sporting, I doubt that's really all that bad.”

“Jay would not do that unless you asked for it, ff course. But really, go on, ask her out.”

Calum glances back at Jay. It’s a nickname. No one in the shop calls her by her full name. The only reason Calum heard it was when a client came asking for her. Jay was quick to correct them.

She wipes, clearing excess ink, before dipping back into the small cup. Jay smiles up at her client. Calum's sure they appreciate the reprise. Getting tattoos weren't always fun, but bearable enough to forget about it and get more.

Calum turns his gaze away. “I recommended you to a friend,” he says, hoping that he’ll escape the teasing. It’s not likely to happen. But at least he tries to minimize the ridicule.

"I appreciate it. Are they a first-timer?"

"A second-timer, but they're visiting town and want some new ink. I figured best not to fuck them over."

The two men laugh before Calum's escorted back to look through some new designs. Just in case something sparks his interest. Calum's visit is supposed to be short, but there's not much else on his to-do list for the day. He could kill a few hours here.

When Calum comes out from the back, after spending too much time pretending art was ever a talent of his, he looks for Jay again. She’s not in her corner, nor is she at the front. Calum shrugs, figuring she might have gone for lunch, or home depending.

As Calum walks to his car, he checks his phone. Nothing major's happened.

“Leaving so soon?” A voice states. Calum knows that voice, a little gravelly, mostly sweet. He’s dreamt of it every so often. He prays to hear it when he visits the shop.

He turns to Jay, who leans against the bricks. A vape is wrapped in her fingers. “Gotta get some dinner, maybe make a run to the grocery store," Calum returns. "I've gotten lazy."

She nods. “This reminds me that I can't survive off BLTs forever," she laughs.

"You could try, but I think you'd need other vegetables and some fruit in that mix too."

She pushes up on her glass with a nod. "Ah, yes, gotta get the whole food pyramid." It goes silent between them and Calum gives another nod, raising a few fingers to signal his departure while still keeping his phone in a secure enough grip.

"Hey, wait!" Jay calls out again, taking a half step forward. Calum turns to her. "Can I give you something before you leave?”

Calum nods, not trusting his voice. What would she give him? She nods back to the front door, taking back that initial half-step. “It's inside. Give me like two minutes.”

She disappears inside and Calum stands, his phone still in his hands, staring at the spot she once stood. Just as quickly as she disappeared, Jay reappears. In hand is her portfolio. She flips through before stopping and slides the heavy-duty drawing paper out.

Calum stares down at the green and black drawing. It’s his face, for the most part, that stares back at him. It’s distorted by a crystal ball that glows green. Inside are some instruments and something else, but right now he can’t really put it all together. His eyes keep moving over the lightning bolt, the crystal ball, the uncanniness of his face on a piece of paper, his three-dimensional face somehow translated perfectly into a 2-D space.

“Holy shit, this is amazing,” he breathes. “Thank you,” he says looking back up to her.

She shrugs with a smile. “You’re welcome.”

“Seriously, this is so fucking awesome. I’m going to frame it,” he gushes. He’s too excited to be nervous, or be embarrassed. "What are the dimensions?"

“I'm just really glad you don’t find it too creepy. I was watching you a couple weeks ago when you stopped by. It just sort hit me, the image of the crystal ball and lightning bolt; I had to draw it,” Jay elaborates. "And it's 8.5 by 11--standard printer paper size."

Calum shakes his head, staring over the drawing again. It feels so delicate suddenly in his hands. It’s almost like Jay recognizes the change in his handling. She shuffles her load in her hands and pulls out an empty plastic over. “Here,” she laughs handing it over. “So it doesn’t smudge or anything if you're worried."

Calum slides it in. “Thank you. Again. Seriously.”

“You’re welcome, Calum. Good luck with your grocery store trip and dinner,” Jay nods and then heads back inside. Calum watches the way the denim stretches across her hips, the way her hair billows just a little in the breeze of her strut.

For a moment, Calum can't move. The weight of the paper in his hand is hardly ounces, but it holds him--traps him to the point of the sidewalk. Jay thought enough of him to draw him. What did it all mean? Should he have found the courage to ask her out? He could walk back inside. But what if she didn't like him like that? Would it be too weird?

Calum blinks up into the hardly settling sun and thinks to himself, the second he can come back here, it better be with a bit more courage and possibly a gift certificate. No one can be made about free food, right?

It’s months before Calum can visit the shop again. The tour is a whirlwind and he only gets a few days off between legs. Not long enough to get back home or feel like he had any energy to drive out to the shop. But now that he's settled back in at home, he knows exactly where he's going.

It’s not his typical practice to just walk in and ask for a tattoo. But given the ink already on him, worse things could happen. When he pulls open the door, he notices it's kind of slow. Jay greets him at the front desk. “Hey, stranger,” she grins.

“Hey, how are you?” he asks in return.

“Pretty good. How was it? The tour? See any cool places?”

He nods. “Yeah, got to explore a few cities.” He taps his fingers against the wooden desk. “Do you have an appointment anytime soon?”

Jay shakes her head. “My 2 o’clock had to reschedule. I’m here until 4 before I see anyone. Why? What's tickling your fancy?”

“I was wondering if you could do a tat for me? I know this is very last minute and if you need me to come in another day this week, I totally can.” His words run into each other; his palms start to sweat. He wipes them on his jeans.

Jay laughs, holding up a hand. “Whoa, pump the brakes. One, what are you looking for?”

“You know that drawing you did for me?” She nods. “I was kind of hoping you could create something with just the crystal ball and lightning bolt. I know the drawing itself is kind of big.”

A grin lifts her cheeks; Calum’s heart settles for a second. “I think I can do that. Where are you thinking to put it?”

“Inner bicep.” He watches her gaze land on his arm. The t-shirt is baggy, he at least thought about that with enough advance.

“Give me 30 minutes to come up with some sketches.” Jay pushes away from the front desk and heads to the back, but not for calling to the shop to watch the front desk.

Calum slides into the seat at the front, leg bouncing as he settles down. This isn’t even his first tattoo, but the nerves flood his body. His scalp tingles. The thirty minutes move by too fast, but also too slow simultaneously. The seconds feel like hours but move by milliseconds.

Eventually, Jay resurfaces, waving him over to her. He walks back and looks at the sketches she places out in front of him. There are two different ones. One’s a bit more minimalistic, which is her style, with the lightning bolt in the background and a simple crystal ball at the point. The other is a bit bolder, the ball has a slightly warped edge where it connects to the bolt. It looks like the bolt is melting the glass ball.

“I can whip up more if neither one of them are quite right. But I wasn’t sure if it wanted something a bit more crisp and sharp or not,” Jay explains.

Calum admits that most of his tattoos are more cleaned up and sharp. He likes the idea of playing with a new style. “I like the second one,” he says, tapping it.

“You sure?” He nods, he’s never been more sure of something in his life. “Which bicep? Let me line it up and make sure it’ll fit.”

Calum lifts his left arm up for her. Laying the stencil over his skin, Jay notes she has to make a couple small tweaks. But after that, she’ll be ready. They discuss full color, or just outline, or shading, price, and a few other details before Jay concludes with, “Hop in my seat. I’ll be there soon.”

Calum nods and walks over to her station. Her stuff is already laid out, probably for her canceled 2 o’clock. It’s about five more minutes before Jay returns with the final stencil. Calum rolls up the sleeve of his shirt before she places the stencil. Happy with the placement, he stretches out on the table.

Jay gets herself ready before she brings the needle over his skin. The first puncture always makes him jolt a little, the first jab of pain causes his heart to race. “Do you plan on relaxing now that you're back home?"

"Yeah, for a little bit. I might go see my family, but I know we'll be back in the studio soon. Anything exciting happen while I was gone?"

"I mean exciting things happen every day at this place. But it's not like I could recall them all now."

Calum hums, acknowledging her statement, but not quite sure what to say next. Luckily, Jay's faster to fill in the silence. "You do realize you didn’t have to get a tattoo to have a real conversation with me?” Jay teases, pushing up her glasses.

Calum’s cheeks heat. “It’s not like that,” he chuckles.

“Well, that’s how it seems.”

“You were always busy when I stopped by. I didn’t want to interrupt.”

“Not always,” she laughs. “But it’s alright. You’re going to have plenty of time while I’m stabbing you to say all those things you didn’t.”

A chuckle escapes him; of course, Jay would have this sense of humor. “Wow, I can’t believe I’m paying so much for people just to stab me and act as a therapy. Maybe I am a masochist.”

“So are a lot of people. Sometimes you just take the emotional pain out in the physical realm.”

“I always imagined people that worked in a tattoo shop to be more heavily tatted,” Calum hums, taking in scattered ink across her arms and one pokes out from the V in her t-shirt.

“I focused it more on my back and legs and not so much my arms. I’m getting there. So, why this one today?”

Calum goes to shrug, but stops himself as he hears the gun nearing his skin again. “Not really sure. It looked cool. I guess it also serves to remind me that fate isn’t linear. There’s going to be twists and turns, maybe some trouble. And that’s okay. Don’t be afraid of the journey. Also, it's really fucking cool art.”

Jay hums her laugh, “Why thank you. Wise brain you got there. Besides, it seems like you also have people you keep close to you.” She eyes the initials and the name under the bird. “Whoever they are to you, I hope you all stay close.”

“Those are my parents' initials,” he explains. “And my sister’s name. They’ve been with me through it all--I love them dearly.”

“So sweet. I wish my parents and I were closer. I tattooed my brother’s jersey number on me. It was my first tattoo.”

“What did he play?”

“Soccer, or for your kind, football.”

“Hey now, it’s played with the feet, it makes much more sense.”

Jay laughs, wiping off excess ink. She cocks her head to the side a little, then goes back in for the black ink. “I’m only teasing. Us Americans are so dumb sometimes. Like why is our football not called something else? Literally, the only thing that happens with the feet is the running. We carry the fucking ball.”

“I’ve wondered that as well!” he laughs. "Does your brother still play?"

“Yeah, the whole knucklehead still plays for his college.”

“What position?”

Jay laughs. “I'll have you know my job as the older sister is to show up and cheer him on. Something defensive? I don’t remember off the top my head.”

“I’ll give you credit for that. I’m sure he appreciates it.”

“He does until he sees with me in face paint on and then he’s acting like he doesn’t know me. Oh, oh wait, I think remember what he does. It’s defensive,” she pauses, lips pursed together, “something fielder.”

“Defensive midfielder?” he asks.

“Yeah, that. But like I said, I show up when I can and scream. That’s it. When he’s old enough, I’ll buy him a beer after his games too.”

“How old is he?”

“Nineteen, we’re three years apart.”

“The only sibling you have?”

“Nah, got a baby sister too. She’s fifteen. If you’re impressed by my eyeshadow thank her. Because she’s the one that taught me how to do it.”

Calum finds himself staring at the red and gold coloring her eyelids. “It looks really nice,” he breathes.

“Why thank you.” She pauses to bats her eyelashes. “I even managed to get those godforsaken falsies on right too. They look good, but the raise hell.”

“I think you’re the first woman I’ve met in LA that’s not obsessed with makeup,” he notes.

“Oh, you were doing so well. There are a lot of people of who aren’t huge in the makeup scene.”

“I didn’t mean it like that,” he tries to backtrack. “I’m sorry. In my experience, it’s not like that. They’re hiding the fact they aren’t wearing makeup--embarrassed by it or something.”

Jay nods, pushing up her glasses yet again. “Yeah, it’s not easy. We’re told to be perfect, but in reality, we’re just like everyone. We’re human, imperfect and flaw-full and beautiful.”

“Not in spite of, but because of.”

“Exactly,” she chuckles. Silences settles in around them. Calum wonders why she said she was closer to her family, but the way she talks about her siblings doesn’t match. She’s cheering her brother on at his game; she’s sitting down to learn makeup with and from her sister.

“Can I ask a bit of a personal question?” he asks.

“What kind of personal? Do I get a lifeline?”

Cal exhales a laugh. “You can always say no.”

“Hit me with it.”

“Why say that you’re family isn’t close but you clearly take a lot of pride in your siblings?”

“An observant one on my table, I see. It’s my parents. They don’t like that I’m pansexual, say I’m going to hell. My siblings don’t fucking care. I’m still the crazy-ass sister that loves and supports them.”

With a hum of acknowledgment from Calum, it goes quiet again around them for a moment. “I’m sorry,” he whispers. He knows it doesn’t really fix anything for her; it doesn’t take away the potential years of her suffering. It’s the only thing he can offer her though. It feels right to say.

“Oh, no need for you to be sorry. It’s not like you threw me out of the house.”

“Ouch. You’re making it though right?”

“Yeah, now that I work here, things are on the up and up.”

“That’s good; I’m glad.”

“Thanks.”

“Favorite tattoo you’ve done?” he asks, wanting to hear her voice again.

“This one,” she laughs. “Though I had someone ask for a pin-up witch, which was also pretty fucking cool to do.”

Calum remembers seeing that on her Instagram. “That one was amazing! Her lips looked so good; I know that’s a strange thing to admit.”

“Don’t worry. I am quite proud of that myself.”

“Do you have a favorite tattoo on you?”

“The blue jay on my shoulder. My parents would take me on walks when I was still an infant. According to the legend, while they were sitting on a park bench a blue jay landed on me. I didn’t cry; it didn’t hurt me. It just landed for a second and then flew off. They called me Blue Jay ever since. I just shortened the nickname as I got older.” She gives one more wipe. “Finished. Check it out.”

Calum sits up, walking over to the mirror. He grins seeing the melting ball sitting against his skin. He grins over to Jay. “It looks amazing. Thank you.”

“No problem.” They head back over to her station. Jay cleans it and wraps the fresh ink. Calum carefully gets his sleeve back down with a little help from Jay. He pays their agreed price with his card, but slides two fifties over to her. “You do know that’s more than double a twenty percent tip right?”

Calum shrugs. “Is it? I’m bad at math,” he grins. “Treat your sister to a new palette or something. Treat yourself to something.”

“Thank you. Now next time, you come by, I hope we don’t talk while I’m stabbing you repeatedly.”

Calum shakes his head, a grin still on his face. Of course. He had forgotten to get the gift certificate. But possibly asking Jay to dinner wouldn't be such a bad idea. “Give me your number and I can promise the next time we talk, it won’t in your chair.”

She holds out her hand, waiting. He hands her his phone, after unlocking it. She puts her number in. She goes to hand the phone back but just before his fingers touch it, she draws it back. "I mean it--actually text me. I adore memes, dogs, TikToks, your favorite songs."

"I'll actually talk to you. I promise."

Jay hands over his phone with a smile. Calum steps outside the glass doors. Why should he wait? He could do it now. For fuck sake, the last hour had been the groundwork for a clear sign a date was absolutely an option. His fingers hovering over her name. He taps it, and then presses for a call. Holding the phone to his ear, he listens to it ring for a second.

“I can still see you, you know?” Jay laughs.

Calum turns around, catching her leaning against the front desk. “I told you the next time we talked you wouldn’t be inking me.”

“What can I help you with, Calum?”

“Dinner, tonight-- I may have ordered too many appetizers for just little old me."

Her laugh trickles in over the speaker. She drops her head, giving it a shake before looking back up to him in the afternoon sun. “I think I can help you with that. Give me the time and place."

Calum rattles off the name of a restaurant that he had been wanting to try. Nothing too upscale, but not something that would be too casual. "How does 8 sound?"

"I love it there. I'll see you at 8."

“Bye, Jay.”

“Bye, Calum.” As he walks to his car, his phone buzzes yet again. This time a text from his artist, I’m being fucking replaced, I see. I can’t be too mad since it’s Jay. Calum laughs as he slides into his car. Maybe he is getting replaced; maybe he’s not. Calum’s not sure. He is sure that he needs to figure out if he can make reservations and what to wear for tonight.

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SOULMATE READING- TAEHYUNG

First of all, sorry about the pic. Second is the disclaimer. This is a tarot reading meant for entertainment only. Thirdly, I decided to do each member as an individual post bc I think it's less hassle that way 💕

Okay

Okay. So. Wow.

I don't know where to start with Tae. His soulmate and him have the most ideal relationship. The cards for the relationship aspect is 100% soulmate vibes. I mean come on, the 2 of cups (soulmate card), 4 of wands (marriage) and the lovers all right next to eachother? Hot damn. They definitely travel together a lot and his Soul Bae might be a good entrepreneur? Idk but they are both financially set.

I think we should start with physical attributes first. I have a strong feeling that they will be naturally blonde or have blonde hair at the time they meet. The color yellow is also important (Taes energy is very yellowish gold to me. Coincidence?). I also get the sense that this is an old soul. May be older than Tae but definitely an old soul. A youthful face. Sort of fun yet intimidating look to them. They might have sharp features (specifically eyes which could be a grayish brown? Possibly even have heterochromia? Might have light freckles. Puts effort into the way they look but also just wakes up looking flawless. Might be from abroad. His soulmate might be very interested in France, have a very French aesthetic or lived in France. His soulmate is very much like him. Relatively tall? Modelish but unconventional, like kinda built, lanky, boxy. Strong legs. Wavy hair? Idk. A balance of masculine and feminine traits. The type to enjoy being fancy but also super down to play video games and can definitely out drink Tae. Definitely. Looks good in sweats lol.

onto how/where they'll meet. It might be when he is alone at a museum in France standing in front of a statue of Venus (It popped into my head and i couldn't not write it down) or perhaps when one party is traveling and they meet on a hike or in nature or something like that. Possibly even at a work function. As for when they meet. It is up to both parties to decide to come into union spiritually. If that makes sense? They both will be drawn to eachother when the time is right for them.

Onto this person's personality. Earthy influences. Romantic!!! Romantic. So romantic. Their love language is words of affirmation. This person is very chivalrous? Idk like this person is very gentlemanly? Like, they want to take care of tae and will open doors for him and stuff. Makes him chocolate covered strawberries. Also very intune to ~otherworldly~ things. Lowkey a psychic. Idk why but this person it like guided by Taes guides sometimes? Like, they'll just pop in. And like, when it's time for them to meet, Tae grandma will give him every fucking sign to be like, "THIS ONE!! THIS IS YOUR SOULMATE, KID!" (Also, topic for a different day but i have a mad feeling that Tae communicates with the dead, specifically his grandma, and that's why he trust/ relies on his "angels" so much.) I don't want to be insensitive or step on toes or anything but like Taes grandma probably communicates with Taes soulmate too? And like, I keep getting an image of Tae and his soulmate sharing dreams? Idk it's a lot. And I think I've said it before but Taes soulmate is... massive... like, energy wise. Theres almost like an archaic, out of this world feeling to this person and they have to be spiritual or imma shout. Like, this person. Is. Crazy. Idk what's up but it's almost like there's a wall? Like, I'm not privy to it because my small little fragile conciousness would shatter in its presence? Maybe a bit dramatic but there is a lot behind this person and their union with Tae. This person has been through a lot and might be closing an old chapter in their life when Tae comes in. This person might feel lost? Like, they have such massive energy but human life is stupid and confusing and they dont know how to channel energy into productivity? Might also fear abandonment and commitment so they have a hard time really connecting with people because they get attached easily and are afraid to lose them. An empath? Very creative and able to manifest pretty much anything. For archetype cards, I got: artist, shape-shifter, knight, messiah. Very very creative and can probably draw in experience from different levels of conciousness? Like this person is an artsy, spiritual Joan of Arc.

So. Cards about their situation are Soul Family and Inner Temple. Essentially they both need to awaken and call eachother in. They need to fully be themselves and just exist!

Cards to Tae from his Soul Bae: progress, not perfection, answered prayers, unconventionality, big bold vision, beyond the mind the heart beats, sacred fool.

Okay. His Soulmate is a funny one, I'll get to that soon, but also very genuine. Like this person wants to see him grow and Express full potential. Bae wants him to stop caring what others think and be weird! Theres stuff he doesn't talk about with other people (perhaps the fact that hes way more spiritually intune than most. Not by choice either though. He was born with this shit. He probably saw faeries as a kid and shit) Bae wants him to settle back and listen to his inner self and nurture what's already there. This is a line from the description of sacred fool, "Don't try to be appropriate, don't try to be socially acceptable and worry about what others may think about what you are doing-just be. If you want to wear a mad hat whilst doing so, fine." Bae wants him to have fun and do whatever the fuck he wants to do because Tae being happy is what's important. Like, if Tae went and bought a literal circus and was like, "this is my dream, its who I am" Bae would be like, "...are you sure?" And if he was sure, then his soulmate would double check everything, make sure hes safe and dive in head first with him. It's very supportive but also his soulmate is practical. Like, his soulmate wouldn't willingly let him do anything that would directly harm him or ruin his life, you know? This is his guardian angel. His love. His tried and true. One and only. It's ridiculous and they will have kids and a farm. Fight me on that.

I wanted to channel a message from his soulmate to him and I got a laugh, something about "our four leaf clover" "He needs a haircut" and, "Tell him he's dense but I'll love him forever in this life and the next. Forever."

Then I thought, well, Jimin is definitely Taes platonic soulmate so like Taes Bae and Chim have to get along and I got the cutest image of Tae, Taes Bae, Jimin and Jimins soulmate all sitting together in a garden drinking tea and laughing and all of their guides are watching them with smiles and the rest of Bangtan and their soulmates come into the garden with their soulmates and it's a cute Soul-party and now I'm super soft.

Theres so much to say about this soulmate union and really even just his soulmate because it's such a powerful energy and I think someday I want to do a part 2 for this because I have lots of questions. I feel like these two can have any sort of life together. Like they both hold the pen and are constantly writing and revising their life scripts. Also, I get the feeling that his soulmate is...hmm.. they give me the feeling that they might not exist? Like they do but at the same time they don't? Or maybe they're just like, deep. Like an onion. I'll put a pin in this for another time but it gives me a deep indigo type of feeling, you know? It's a whole thing. I'll do a part 2 for this.

Last comment. Taes Soul bae has great eyebrows? Idk why but that's a thing apparently.

TLDR

Tae has a fantastic soulmate who is impressively cool, they have the cutest life together and they are definitely going to live the cutest domestic life ever? Also, Tae probably wants to have 6 kids so each kid can have a designated Bangtan Godfather lol. Think artsy-museum-farmer-millionaires who have a house made of Gucci and matching rocking chairs.

Cute cute cute. Like I said, I'll expand on this later! Also, I apologize if it isn't very cohesive or doesn't make a lot of sense. I've been busy and my life is a little messy but I wanted to get this out!

Stay safe💜