#Midnight Paper Sales

[uwmspeccoll]

It’s Fine Press Friday!

This Friday we highlight another book by Gaylord Schanilec and Midnight Paper Sales, out of Stockholm, WI. It’s Come to This, by Twin Cities writer Patricia Hampl, was printed in 2023, in a limited edition of 70 copies signed by Hampl, Schanilec, and Lila Shull – who drew and printed the cover lithograph of ginkgo leaves. The wood engravings are by Schanilec – the large river panorama based on a photograph by Hampl. Typefaces used include Oldrich Menhart’s Monotype Menhart,Hermann Zapf’s Michealangelo, and an italic cast by Nick Gill. Molly Brown assisted the printing “in the wilds of Western Wisconsin,” on the Vandercook Universal III. The paper was handmade in the mid-20th century, at the Velke Losiny Paper Mill in what is now the Czech Republic. According to the colophon, this was when the formula included more sizing, and the formidable paper therefore "retains its pleasing 'rattle.'" Matthew Lawler Zimmerman bound the edition at Studio Alcyon.

“Life’s a journey—no wonder it’s our most ancient metaphor. A platitude, but only truth can harden into cliché.” Written during Covid isolation at her home in St. Paul, It’s Come to This explores escape – that “Midwestern birthright, the desire to be somewhere else” – as well as the significance of a long pandemic: “At your age, a year is a serious percentage of what’s left.” With the background of Midwestern summer storms, the George Floyd protests, and menacing Boogaloo Bois, Hampl walks her dog along the Mississippi feeling both isolated from and deeply connected to the events around her. The text first appeared in The American Scholar in October of 2021. “What exactly, has come to what?” Hampl wonders to her dog. “What is this it I sigh into, what is the this I keep falling upon? What distress and what comfort does this muttered mantra express?”

Shull’s rich pattern of ginkgo leaves across the cover speaks to the dog’s favorite spot to stop along their walks. “I get it.” Hampl concludes to her companion. “And now, standing by the side of the moving water, apparently we have achieved our destination, the ghostly This.”

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--Amanda, Special Collections Graduate Intern

[yume-fanfare]

i need a new calendar because the idiot calendar (lipxlip themed) i had until now ended in march (who makes a calendar from march to march) so yeah i gotta get a new one but i don't think any places sell them anymore. curse you lxl

[pangur-and-grim]

introducing the SICKO's SALE!

for the last three weeks, all three of my cats have been fighting a URI which has gradually gotten worse. Pangur and Belphie have managed to get by with one vet visit each, and are improving with medication, but Grim has pre-existing asthma, and so she has done........less well, with multiple vet trips, including one midnight drive to the emergency clinic. altogether, this has added up to roughly $2.5k (receipts beneath the cut).

WHICH MEANS, everything at greerstothers.shop is 25% off with the discount code 'sickos'!

I have risograph prints, vinyl stickers, enamel pins, hand-bound zines, and more, so please take a look. I'm sure something will catch your eye!

the only receipts I couldn't find are the Pangur vet visit in Guelph, and one of the recent Grim visits (it was a paper receipt which has.......walked away and hidden somewhere).

[tiktaalic]

pa said the well's run dry he said the bank came out yesterday and said we're gonna have to sell the blog and get work in the city like the rest of folks less we can come up with something real quick. he was all ready to sign the papers today but i begged him to wait to give me time to find something anything and he sighed and said he could give me a week and not a minute more. and i nodded and i cried because he was right when he said there was next to nothing i could do and even if i did find a miracle. all our neighbors shuffled off weeks months years ago because the posts dried up and the bank came knocking. i break open my piggy bank hoping there's enough drafts in there to tide us over. i sit there. and i have to decide if it's worth spending everything i have just to buy us an extra day. and i know this extra day will consist of walking around mute and shellshocked. and i decide. it's worth it. i give pa all my drafts and he looks at me and shakes his head and his voice cracks when he says i better keep hold of those for getting settled in the city. i could fight him. i don't. i leave all my drafts on the table and storm out the back door. there must be something. they must have just missed it. pa says he knows this blog better than anyone. but i grew up here, same as him. and as much as he loves it, i love it more. when i was seven years old he tore the place apart looking for me after i wandered off. but i wasn't lost. i'd found a tag to play in, happy as could be. he never found me, or the tag, i just wandered back out when i got hungry. it's pa's blog, but it's my home. i know where the creeks and streams and ponds are. i know if i look hard enough, i can find a new posting well.

day one, i strike out. i wake up before dawn. i come in after dusk with no posts to show for it. pa's boxing up our plates when i walk in. he doesn't say anything. i don't either.

day two, i wander a further. yesterday, i was following a map with areas of interest marked in order of likelihood of success. today, i pick a direction and walk. i have more to show for it, if only barely. i get home with one bucket of posts. pa tells me i should keep them.

day three i wake up because pa's dragging furniture into the yard for a yard sale. when i ask him what he's doing he says he'd rather be paid flop drafts by our neighbors than flop drafts by the bank. i walk back inside. get my map. i get home after midnight with empty hands.

day four. when i wasn't looking, the cold single minded determination turned into fear. i'm realizing i'm running out of time. i'm realizing the reason pa didn't put up a fight is because he knew there was nothing out here. i could kill him. what kind of farmer depends on one well? my heart isn't in it today. i head out after noon. i'm back before dusk. there's been a stack of empty boxes sitting outside my room since pa told me the news. i haven't touched them. tonight, i take one and put away some of my things.

day five. there's more ground to cover. it's more out of a sense of completion than anything. so that when we're in the city, i can say, i did everything i could. i looked everywhere. this was the only option. i stop midday for a rest. the ground i put my palms on is curiously softer than the rest. i dig. it comes away easily. it turns into mud. heart thudding in my ears, i keep digging. the mud gives way to a trickle of posts. ears roaring. i keep digging. hands covered in mud. the trickle turns into a stream. i start yelling for pa. i'm too far from the house for him to hear me, but i'm not thinking about that right now. i'm thinking about the posts in front of me, clear and fresh. text posts. gifs. amvs. there's enough to live another twenty years on this blog. i splash my face. i laugh. i fill my bucket. i'll have to bring more. we'll have to get the pump set up. because there are enough new supernatural posts here for me and my children to build a life.

[keanusbabydoll]

NEGLECTED

paring: axl rose x fem!reader

warnings: 18+ content, unprotected sex, p in v, age gap (reader is 19, axl is 32), rough sex, spanking, fingering, licking, choking, bondage, reader gets punished, degrading, praising, arguing, cussing, use of y/n, overstimulation, practically just kinky ass shit

wordcount: 5.7k

a/n: THE THINGS THIS MAN DOES TO ME!!!

masterlist

NOT PROOFREAD

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ꨄ❦𖣔𖣘☼᯽☆᪥⁂☼᯽✰𖧷❁✞ఌ𑁍❥༄𖦹✪☼𖣔✯᯽★᪥❦

you had been pacing the spacious living room of axl’s penthouse apartment for the better part of an hour, your bare feet making soft taps against the marble floors. you had been counting down the days until axl came home from his short tour, imagining the way he’d sweep you up in his arms, kiss you with the intensity you missed, and you’d spend hours tangled up together, making up for lost time.

but that wasn’t what happened.

it had only been two days since axl returned, and he’d barely looked at you. sure, he had smiled when he walked in, kissed your cheek, and muttered something about being glad to be home, but after a brief exchange, he had locked himself away in his music room.

he had a one-track mind now, completely consumed by the success of Guns N’ Roses’ latest album Use Your Illusion, the one they had released just months ago. the sales were through the roof, the critics were hailing it as the rock album of the decade, and the fans couldn’t get enough. instead of basking in the success or spending time with you, axl had thrown himself even deeper into his work. he was obsessed, constantly scribbling down new lyrics, working through melodies, always striving for the next big thing.

you understood that his passion for music was what made him the genius he was, but you couldn’t help feeling neglected. after weeks of being apart, you had craved him, wanted his attention—wanted him. you needed his touch badly and this was frustrating you to the bones.

now, it was close to midnight. you sat on the plush couch, staring at the slightly ajar door to Axl’s music room, frustration bubbling up inside you. you wanted to storm in there, rip off his clothes and fuck him till you were the only thing he could think off. the sound of his pen scratching against paper had become a constant background noise these past few days, a reminder that he was always close yet miles away in his head.

with a sigh you marched down the hall and pushed the door to his music room open, leaning against the door frame. just for him, you wore his favorite pair of lingerie, hoping he would notice and stop with his work.

axl sat hunched over his desk, his messy auburn hair falling over his face as he concentrated, his hand moving furiously across a piece of paper. a crumpled pile of discarded lyrics littered the floor, proof of his frustration. he hadn’t even noticed you standing there, his mind too wrapped up in whatever thought was clawing at him.

you bit your lip, then sighed, calling out. "axl."

no reaction.

with a huff you strode over to him, the strong smell of cigarettes immediately filling your nose. you put your hands on his shoulders, leaning down to press a kiss to his cheek. he gave you the smallest glance, barely meeting your eyes before his attention returned to his notebook.

"axl." you tried again, irritation creeping into your voice. "you've been in here for days. don't you miss me?" he didn't even look up this time. "not now y/n. i'm working." you took a deep breath to stay as calm as possible but something inside you snapped. he didn't even notice your lingerie, didn't even spend a second to fully look at you. you moved swiftly, placing yourself on his lap, straddling him. you tried to stifle a moan when you felt your core pressing directly against his cock. your fingers ran over his chest, almost grazing his dick, as you leaned in close, your voice husky and low. "i need you daddy. please."

axl's eyes flared, his grip on his pen tightening as he scowled. he gripped your waist and shoved you off his lap, his tone dark and edged with frustration. "what the fuck, y/n? I don't have time for this right now. just let me finish this, alright?"

you crossed your arms, glaring at him. "you don't have time? axl, you've had plenty time the past days. you've barely even looked at me since you got home. I'm right here and all you care about are your stupid songs."

Axl's eyes narrowed. "you know how important this is to me. i don't need you coming in here, distracting me when i'm trying to work." his voice dripped with irritation, dismissive and cold. "or do you not get it?"

"I get it axl." you shot back, your voice shaking with anger. "but I won't just sit around, ignored like some groupie waiting for your attention."

"you're acting like a child." he muttered, returning to his work as if you weren't even there.

for a long moment, you stared at him, feeling a mixture of hurt and fury simmering inside you. you clenched your jaw and forced yoursefl to calm down, letting your face settle into a passive mask. "fine." you said, your tone cold, yet laced with an edge of defiance. you left the room, leaving the door open on purpose. if he could act like a asshole, then you could too.

you knew exactly what you were about to do and you knew he wouldn't like it.

you walked into the living room, just a few feet away from the music room, removed your bra and tossed it to the floor. next you let your thong slide down your legs before you settled on the couch, laying down comfortably.

if axl wouldn't give you the satisfaction you would have to do it yourself.

you spread your legs wide, letting a hand wander down your body, running your fingers along your thighs. slowly, one of your digits began to rub small, soft circles on your clit, your breaths already deliberately heavy. with your free hand you reached up to your breasts and squeezed them. the circles you drew on your nub began to fasten and you felt yourself getting wetter and wetter. you let your fingers inch down and you slowly pushed two of them inside your warm hole, a loud moan escaping your lips. you started to pump your fingers in and out of your walls in a fast pace, always brushing against your sweet spot. by now, your moans and whines were getting louder and more desperate.

and you knew axl could hear you.

within seconds, you heard the sharp sound of his chair scraping against the floor, followed by heavy footsteps. he stormed out of the music room, his face a mask of fury which darkened even more when he finally saw what was going on. "the fuck do you think you're doing?" his voice was low and rough, a warning edge slicing through the words, as he inched closer to your form.

"ah-just taking care of myself, since you're too busy." you looked up at him with innocent eyes, biting your lip but you didn’t stop. your moans grew louder, your movements more rough and deliberate.

axl's expression turned even darker and his hands shot out, grabbing both your wrists to stop you from pleasing yourself, eliciting a cry from you. with a great force, he pulled you to your feet, a hand immediately wrapping around your throat. but his eyes were burning with a possessive intensity that made your heart race.

now you got him.

"you want my attention?" he hissed, his grip tightened, almost cutting off your airways as he stepped closer, towering over you, his tone dropping to a low, dangerous murmur. a challenging smirk played on your lips, teasing him further.

"you think this is funny?“ he hissed, his voice thick with dominance. "you think you can tease me like this and get away with it?“

your breathing quickened, your core throbbed, a thrill rushed through your veins at his possessiveness, but you kept up your defiance.

"i wanted your attention." you whispered. "looks like i got it.“

axl‘s lips curled into a wicked, dark smirk, his hands on your body tightening as he leaned down to your level, his face inches from yours. "oh, now you’ve got my attention, sweetheart.“ he murmured, his voice rough, intimidating almost. "but you’re not going to like what happens next.“

without another word, axl pulled you close, his lips crushing against yours, forceful, leaving no room to protest. his hand on your waist tightened, pulling you against his body with a roughness that bordered on possessive fury. he didn't waste time, his hands exploring you as if reclaiming what was his, reminding you who was in control. you gasped against his mouth as he squeezed your throat stronger, making him slip his tongue inside your mouth.

your tongues were dancing, fighting for dominance which axl undoubtedly won. after a few seconds he pulled back before his lips traveled down your neck, sucking and licking your flesh. "is this what you wanted? to provoke me?" he snarled, leaving a fresh dark mark on your neck.

"maybe.“ you mumbled out, your lips trying to find his again.

"fucking brat.“

he didn’t wait for you to respond, in one swift motion, he lifted you up, making you wrap your legs around his torso. his lips captured yours again in an dominant kiss, claiming you. he strolled towards your bedroom.

your heart pounded in your chest, a mix of fear and excitement surging through you. you had pushed him and now you were going to pay the price. axl kicked the door shut behind you, throwing you on the bed with such a great force that left no room for argument. he immediately was on you, his eyes blazing with control. "you don’t get to act like a slut, y/n.“ he growled, his fingers gripping your chin as he forced you to look at him. "i’m in charge here. do you unterstand me.“

you nodded breathlessly, your body trembling with anticipation.

"say it.“

"you‘re in charge.“ you whispered, eyes glued to his lips.

"good girl.“ he muttered, his lips slightly brushing against yours. "you are mine, sweetheart. only i get to touch you.“

the way his words left his mouth, sent shivers down your spine. his dominance left you always nervous. he pushed himself off the bed, getting rid of his shirt, before returning his attention to you.

"lay down on your belly, ass up.“ he commanded sharply and you quickly did as you were told. your face was mushed up against the duvets and you were waiting for his next move.

you felt him sitting down next to you, gently caressing your ass cheeks. "count.“ he simply said and before you could even react, he landed a harsh spank on your ass. your body jumped forward at the sudden pain, a scream echoing off the walls.

"one.“

"good girl.“ smack. another rough hit came down on your flesh. "two.“ smack. and another one. "three.“ axl rubbed your already reddening ass again, his digits slowly wandering down to your pussy.

"you’re dripping. you fucking slut are enjoying this.“ he growled as he felt your wetness against his fingers. for that he landed two hits with all of his force on both your cheeks, making your core throb in anticipation. roughly, he grabbed the roots of your hair and pulled you into an kneeling position. "did you like that huh?“ he snarled in your ear. "do you like being punished, slut?“

"yes, sir.“ you whimpered, your breath hitching. "say thank you.“

"thank you for punishing me, sir.“ you mewled out, heart racing. axl chuckled darkly in reply before releasing his grip on you. "get back there.” he ordered, gesturing to the headboard. slowly, you crawled back and leaned against it. your eyes followed him as he walked up to his dresser and pulled out two pair of handcuffs. your breath quickened of the ideas what he would do with them. you guys never tried bondage or anything like that before.

with a devilish grin he turned around and made his way over to the bed, crawling up to you again. he trapped your body between his legs, one hand reaching out for your wrists. "i thought we’d try something new today.” he said, voice full of mischief.

you glared up at him with wide eyes, uncertainty glimmering in them. "oh baby, don’t be scared. i won’t go too rough.” axl uttered challenging. he closed one of the cuffs around your wrist, when you pulled slightly back.

"axl…” you stammered, you didn’t know what he was up to and the fact that he wanted to punish you made you a little bit nervous.

"do you trust me, y/n?” he whispered, looking at you with soft eyes. he still cared. he wanted you to be comfortable, doesn’t matter what.

"yes.” you whispered back, giving him a soft smile which he returned before he cuffed your wirst to the bed post. he reached out for the other one, cuffing it to the other wooden post. he glared down at you, his eyes gleaming with mischief when you tug helplessly on your cuffs.

you watched him, your heart beating rapidly, as he got off the bed and pulled down his pants and boxers, his red, swollen tip glistening with pre-cum. "i can’t wait to ruin that little body of yours.” he growled as he crawled back on the bed. he spread your legs, settling between them, before he hovered over you, his lips almost touching yours. your hands wanted to wrap around his neck out of instinct but when they didn’t move further and you heard the clinking sound of the cuffs, you whined out. you almost forgot that he had you cuffed to the bed.

axl smirked in reply, a low chuckle ringing through your ears. “please let me touch you.” you begged him.

“where would be the fun, if i’d let you? no chance, doll.” he pointed out challenging, earning a huff from you. his eyes flickered down to your lips, dark with desire, and you felt your own pulse racing when he finally leaned in, capturing your lips with a hunger that was undeniable. the familiar taste of cigarettes you loved so much, immediately touched your tongue when axl slipped his inside your mouth, exploring and tasting you feverishly. a muffled gasp left your lips as he let a hand glide up and down your inner thigh, igniting a spark.

you felt him grin into the kiss when you slightly buckled your hips to sign him that you needed more. slowly, his fingers inched closer to your core, barely grazing your slick lips. he was teasing you and he enjoyed it deeply. and the fact that you were cuffed and not able to do anything against it made it even more arousing to him.

with a sharp breath you pulled away from his lips, your eyes searching for his. “please axl.”

“do you think brats like you deserve to be touched?” he teased further, his digits drawing slow circles near your most sensitive part.

“i promise i’ll be a good girl. please touch me, daddy.” you whimpered out, your burning core screaming for his touch. “you can do better than that.” he replied, pressing a small peck to your lips. your lips pouted in frustration, your hands wrestling against the cuffs.

“please daddy, fuck me, do whatever you want with me. please, i need you. i’ll be your good girl.” you pleaded him, giving him the best puppy eyes you had. “whatever you say, doll.” he whispered right into your ear, his voice rough. you were relieved when you finally felt his fingers sliding up down your wet entrance, teasing your clit here and there. his lips found yours again before he easily slipped two of his digits inside your welcoming walls until he was knuckles deep. a heavy, muffled moan rattled against the wall when he began to slowly push in and out of you. his fingers expertly curled up and started to massage your g-spot, teasingly.

you needed more. his slow teasing was driving you insane and he knew that. with a groan, you ripped away from your kiss, taking deep breaths before looking up at him. "go faster axl."

he didn't reply, instead he pressed a line of kisses on your jaw and down to your neck, sucking on your flesh. but shock waves of pleasure shot through your whole body when he suddenly thrusted his fingers against your spot with such a great force that made you see stars. "oh fuck!" you managed to squeak out before your eyes closed, focusing on the pleasure he gave to you. axl abused your sweet spot with fever, bringing you closer to your release.

the squelching sounds of your pussy hung in the air and axl tried his best to hold himself back but it was almost impossible for him. "fuck it.“ he mumbled before he pulled away from your neck and removed his fingers from your cunt. a whine left your lips as your approaching orgasm faded away.

you knew that you were his weakness and that he was addicted to your little pussy. there was nothing he loved more than to be buried inside of you.

in a matter of seconds he got to his knees and put his hands on your hips before turning you around to lay on your belly. your wrists were uncomfortably twisted, making you hiss out. his hand reached under your waist and pulled your ass up in the air. he threw a harsh slap to your ass before he entered you in the blink of an eye. a pathetic whine hung in the air as he filled you to the brim, his size stretching your cunt painfully, immediately starting off with an fast and bruising pace.

axl couldn’t contain his own growls when he finally felt your walls wrapping tightly around his cock. his neck arched back, pounding into you with great desire, enjoying the warmth you gave to him. your moans grew louder as his thrusts became more relentlessly, your body already aching. "you feel so good baby.“ he groaned out, striking your ass again.

"can’t grow tired of fucking this tight little pussy.“ he continued, his hips clashing against your ass harder. the heavy smell of sex, your aching body, the sound your body’s made and axl‘s sexy growls made your mind all dizzy. all you could think off was axl‘s dick hammering into you without mercy.

"you like being fucked like slut?“ he sneered, grabbing your hair to force you to look at him. you frantically nodded your head, too lost in pleasure to actually answer him.

"speak when you’re spoken to.“ he uttered, slapping your ass two times with great strength. "yes daddy, i love it.“ you spluttered out, looking at him with hazy eyes. he smirked down at you devilishly before releasing his grip on your hair.

you tugged on your restraints, wanting to be freed from the painful pressure on your wrists. "don’t even try it baby.“ axl stated, making you cry out defeatedly.

you could feel his thrusts getting deeper and more erratic, his moans became louder and his dick pulsated inside of you heavily, signing you that he was close to his release. you wanted to cum as well but without any stimulation on your clit it was hard for you to reach your high.

and axl knew this too well.

he purposely didn’t give your clit any attention to punish you. usually, he would make you cum at least 6 times in one session.

"m‘gonna fill this little cunt up.“ he moaned out, going as fast as he could possibly go before spurting his seed deep inside of you. his tip twitched uncontrollably and you could feel his cum painting your walls. he continued to fuck into you, riding out his orgasm before stopping his movements. slowly he pulled his dick out of your hole, eliciting a whine from you.

exhaustedly, you turned your head to face him, staring up at him with puppy eyes, only to find him looking at you already. "axl…“ you stammered, a tear threatening to escape your eye. he knew exactly what you were referring to.

he didn’t make you cum.

and that made you sad.

"look at you. my little princess is crying because she didn’t get to cum.“ he mocked you, a smirk playing on his lips.

"you think you deserve to cum after the stunt you pulled earlier?“ he asked you, now completely serious.

"i- i‘m sorry daddy. i won’t do that again, i’ll be good.“ you stuttered, voice shaking.

he simply huffed out before he got off the bed, walking around the bed to open the drawer of his bedside table. you watched him closely as he pulled out a small key and kneeled on the bed again. he unlocked both of the cuffs that were wrapped around your wrists before placing the key back in the drawer.

your hands immediately massaged the sore spots, a forming bruise on both sides. "come on, lay on your back.“ he commanded, his voice now soft. your lip quivered slightly because of the slowly purple turning spots on your wrists and the denial of your orgasm.

axl must have noticed that you were upset and helped you getting comfortable in the new position. "everything’s okay princess.“ he mumbled, petting your head softly before crawling between your legs, kind of regretting that he was so rough with you.

the sight of his seed oozing out of your hole made him hard again, wanting to fuck you once more but he mentally slapped himself across the face.

now it was your turn to receive pleasure.

he spread your legs and bent your knees. you slightly propped yourself up on your elbows as you watched him gather his cum that was dripping out of your hole on his fingers before pushing them inside of you. a soft moan left your lips, finally having him inside you again. his fingers immediately found your g-spot again and he began to stimulate it with an delicious pace and pressure. not to rough, not too soft, simply just perfect. then, he wrapped his lips around your clit, letting his tongue flick around the puffy nub. you inhaled sharply, your head tossing back and the feeling. axl began to suck on your clit, creating an toe-curling vacuum, while still flicking it with his tongue.

your orgasm was building up quickly because of your already sensitive cunt and overstimulated g-spot. his fingers sped up a little and got rougher, getting you even closer. your hand found its way to his long hair, tugging on it harshly. "i’m close.“ you whimpered, eyes shut and focused on his movements.

as soon as the words left your mouth, axl sucked harder and fingered you faster. a pornographic moan rattled against the walls as your orgasm washed over you, finally experiencing your desired release. your legs were shaking, toes curling and your whole body felt like it was on fire. "fuck! axl!“ you yelled out as he continued his assault on your pussy, overstimulating you. he removed his mouth from you but his digits never stopped with their movements. again, he got on his knees, allowing him to fuck you with more strength.

the intense pressure on your spot was making you see stars but axl just got even rougher, determined to make you squirt.

"axl!!“ you cried out, collapsing back against the pillows.

"come on, i know you can do it.“ he growled, pressing his thumb against your clit. and before you could even comprehend it, the most powerful orgasm you ever had crushed through you, your juices squirting out of you, coating axl‘s hand and the duvet. your hands were gripping the blanket like your live depended on it and loud, high pitched cries and whimpers fell from your lips.

"good fucking girl.“ axl groaned out, pleased to see your liquid all over the bed. he pushed his fingers in and out of you a few more times before pulling them away. your mouth hung wide open and your eyes were closed, too caught up in the after waves of your orgasm. "oh shit.“ you whispered.

axl chuckled slightly before crawling up to you, laying down next to you. his arms wrapped around you, pulling you in his embrace. he pressed a kiss to your forehead, his hands gently stroking your body. "you did so good, princess.“

"you know that i love you, right?“ he asked you, kissing you again.

you exhaustedly nodded your head, leaning against his chest.

"i‘m sorry for not giving you any attention. it was stupid of me.“ he mumbled, his voice laced with regret.

"it’s fine axl. i love you.“ you replied, your tone just above a whisper. he gently grabbed your chin, tilting it up just enough to press his lips against yours, kissing you with such a softness that made you melt.

REQUESTS ARE OPENED <3

[ohisms]

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐈𝐅 𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓, 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐄.    (  a collection of various  location prompts categorized by certain environments.  feel free to adjust phrasing as desired. this prompt is likely to be updated in the future.  )

[ 1. ] — URBAN :

the graffiti - scarred underpass of an old railway bridge, echoing with distant trains. the fire escape of a towering high - rise, overlooking a vast grid of sleeping lights. a forgotten alleyway behind a row of storefronts, bathed in the glow of a neon sign. the window booth of a greasy diner, blurred city lights reflected in the glass. a sheltered bus stop tagged with old stickers & graffiti, drenched in midnight rain. a food cart on a busy street corner, steam rising into the cool night air. a 24 - hour laundromat, fluorescent lights humming above rows of idle machines. amidst the initial trickle of commuters through a sprawling subway station. a park at the city's center, made up of grassy knolls & playground equipment. the shadowed corridor of a parking garage, footsteps echoing in concrete silence. the elevated walkway over a busy intersection, offering a bird's - eye view. a vibrant street art mural on the side of a decaying brick building, alive with color.

[ 2. ] — RURAL :

a cramped stall within an empty stable, moonlight shining through the rafters. a neglected orchard where wind - blown fruit rots beneath gnarled trees. a winding gravel path leading all the way to a secluded farmhouse. a field of wildflowers buzzing with bees, bordered by split - rail fencing. a street temporarily shut down on behalf of a bustling farmer's market. the sleepy main street of an eerie town, a single streetlight casting a warm glow. a dry creek bed winding through brittle grass & sun-bleached stones. a rickety wooden bridge arching over a narrow stream, frogs croaking all around. a quiet paddock under bright starlight, farm animals peacefully grazing. the middle of a deep, vast corn field under a brilliantly shining moon. a dusty, unpaved road stretching endlessly through a landscape of rolling hills. a yard sale with patrons trickling through beneath the hot sun.

[ 3. ] — NATURE :

a moss - covered trail leading deeper into a dense, mist-shrouded forest. a windswept cliff overlooking a turbulent gray ocean, gulls crying overhead. a secret lagoon with crystal blue waters & flourishing flora on all sides. the shifting golden dunes of a vast beach, meeting the endless blue of the sea. the banks of a swift, rocky river cutting through a vibrant forest. a lodge / cabin in the middle of the woods, seemingly unoccupied for years. a cluttered camping site deep in the middle of a national forest. the edge of a marsh, thick with reeds & the distant calls of unseen birds. the tranquil, glassy surface of a mountain lake reflecting a clear blue sky. a hidden clearing bathed in dappled light, exuding the scent of damp earth. a fork in the hiking trail, each path offering different adventures. a foggy moor where the land rolls endlessly beneath a grey, heavy sky. the deck of a cozy cottage bathed in sunlight & blooming flowers. a grove of ancient trees, their roots exposed & twisted like veins in the earth.

[ 4. ] — SHOPS & ENTERTAINMENT :

a warm, dimly lit antique shop overflowing with forgotten treasures. the too - cheery gift shop near the front entrance of a hospital. a comic book store sporting bright posters & dozens of tradable goods. amid long aisles lined with thrifted goods at the local consignment store. a cluttered, cozy bookstore smelling of old paper & freshly brewed tea. the incense-heavy interior of a well maintained smoke shop. the warmth of a small-town bakery, pastries piled high in the display case. backstage, the space cluttered with costumes, props, & nervous energy. a shop in an unfamiliar country, every label written in a foreign language. the chilled interior of an ice cream parlor offering refuge on a hot day. under the harsh yellow lights of the only liquor store that was open at 2am. a tourist - trap shop full of cheesy knick-knacks catered to travelers. an unassuming corner shop concealing the entrance to an exclusive club. a vibrant flower market overflowing with fragrant blooms & vendors' chatter. under the flashing lights of a dance club, bass thrumming through the floor. the hushed, reverent interior of a grand theater just before the curtain rises. a pop - up carnival at night, rides whirling & distant screams mixing with music. a karaoke lounge drenched in LED's, lyrics scrolling across a bright screen. the rewards counter of an arcade, stacked wall-to-wall with countless prizes. a classy high - rise rooftop bar with countless city lights sprawling beneath. a brightly lit arcade alive with the sounds of chimes, explosions & laughter. the neon - drenched interior of a retro - themed diner with a jukebox playing old hits. a casino floor buzzing with noise; slot machines chiming, cards shuffling. the open air of a summer music festival, crowd gathered under the twilight. a classic, dimly lit bowling alley- the crash of pins echoing down the lanes. the back row of a mostly - empty movie theatre right as the lights go dark.

[eyecan02]

WARNING: MAJOR BEETLEBABES SPOILERS

I had fun watching this film. It was great seeing the OGs again, it was funny and it had a good script BUT I have to give this movie 7/10 because the pacing was off for the first half of the film and because of the two unnecessary Babyjuice scenes (We'll get to more of that in a bit.)

It just felt rushed and Beetlejuice and Lydia's scenes were limited. Yes, we knew from the get go that Keaton's scenes would be confined because that's how he wanted it but I just like complaining. lol

Before Lydia and Beetlejuice officially reunite, he starts spamming her phone with the Day O song playing with Beetlejuice's name in bold pops ups coming up nonstop. This happens when Rory is trying to talk about their wedding and Lydia just isn't in the mood to talk about it.

The first Beetlebabes scene is the "therapy scene" and its also the first Babyjuice scene. Lydia's belly grows quickly, her water breaks and out pops out Babyjuice. It starts crawling around and soon starts biting on Lydia's ankle. You do actually see bloody teethmarks on Lydia's ankle to which Beetlejuice says, "Takes after his dad." and he starts drooling exaggeratingly.

I don't remember the exact wording but Lydia called Beetlejuice "Demented." To which Beetlejuice replies with something like "Well, if me wanting to be with the love of my life is demented then fine I'm demented. Come here, honey." Yes, he actually calls her the love of his life!

He tries to do the gliding thing he did with Lydia during the first movie when he says this. Before Lydia is pulled to his side, she yells, "Home! Home! Home!"

That's when Lydia tries to hurry to get everyone out of the house and out of Winter River but Astrid tells her she has a date and somehow convinces Lydia to drive her to the boy's house. So Delia and Lydia board up the attic door and decide no one goes in and that they'll leave that same night right after Lydia gets married at midnight.

Now as most of us have heard- Astrid's crush has a secret. That secret is...that he's a ghost. Which, I feel so dumb about not guessing it. I should've figured it out when they showed "The Recently Deceased" book thar he claimed he bought at a "yard sale". The boy (can't remember his name) says Lydia can help him come back to life (not through marriage) and says if she travels with him to the Neitherworld, she'll help her see her dad again.

Lydia soon finds out that the boy (I think his name was Jeremy) was not only someone who killed his parents but is also a ghost (through info from Jane the realtor) so she rushes to rescue Astrid but gets there seconds too late. With no other choice she goes back to the Maitlands home and summons Beetlejuice.

The minute Beetlejuice gets Lydia into the afterlife...they're immediately separated right after the "Bonnie and Clyde line. The excuse? Beetlejuice had to "visit the little boy's room" as a plot device so that Lydia and Astrid could reunite with Astrid's deceased father. He's the one that saves them from the sandworm and helps them make up.

It turns out that Jeremy was gonna swap places with Astrid. She would've gone on the Soul Train that takes you to the "Great Beyond" and he would've resurrected as a living person. This takes place at an immigration office. Beetlejuice has kind of a heroic moment where he switched places with the person behind the glass that gives the "stamp of living approval."

When Jeremy looks at the paper that Beetlejuice gives him, it reads "Shit Out of Luck Fucker". XD This part had everyone howling with laughter. Beetlejuice stamps on the paper and that instantly opens the floor beneath Jeremy and sends him to hell.

Astrid's father helped Lydia and Astrid leave the Neitherworld through a portal in a mausoleum that is conveniantlly across from the church that Lydia is supposed to getting married at. Even though she doesn't really want to marry Rory, she decides to do it anyway. Tells Rory she won't change into her wedding dress- that they should just proceed as they are.

That's when Beetlejuice arrives with Delia, pushes her aside and tells her to "Scram!" lol (Earlier in the film, Delia tried to perform a strange love ritual with a pair of snakes that she was told were defanged. Spoiler: they weren't defanged so she died and got sent to the Waiting Room so since she doesn't want to wait there for ages, she summons Beetlejuice who agrees to help her if he can help her find his "runaway bride".)

Beetlejuice proceeds to drug Rory by stabbing his neck with a syringe and this somehow makes Rory confess whata scumbag he is and how he was just using Lydia for money. Another interesting moment where Beetlejuice is being "helpful" in his own way."

So the next five minutes are just as chaotic as Jenna Ortega described. And remember how we all had speculated that Beetlejuice wouldn't waste time with a song and dance and would try to get through the vows as fast as he could? We were wrong. Beetlejuice apparently thought he had all the time in the world as he starts to lip sync "MacArthur Park" and even had Lydia lip syncing the song to him. His make up got all runny as he wept at his own wedding.

They dance and then Wolf and his SWAT team crash the wedding followed by Delores storming in and Beetlejuice tells her, "It's not you. It's me. I'm just looking for a more soul mate type. You should be with a guy that is more into you."

He magically rips off Rory's shirt to reveal a shirt underneath that says "I Love Delores". Delores is not impressed. And I honestly forgot what happens to Delores but then the Sandworm scene happens and then everything calms down. Lydia, Astrid and Delia try to leave the church but Beetlejuice stops them, reminding Lydia that they have a contract. He pulls out the contract.

But then Astrid remembers something Wolf had mentioned earlier about Beetlejuice violating "Code 669" by bringing a living person to the Neitherword so she states that that means his contract with Lydia is null and void. Beetlejuice's contract proceeds to burst into flame.

Lydia steps forward and says "I'm sorry it didn't work out between us." She says something else that I forgot and proceeds to say his name three times and with each call of his name, Beetlejuice's body inflates more and more until he pops.

Delia promises she'll haunt Lydia and Astrid until they're sick of her. Wolf takes her back to the Neitherworld where Delia reunites with Charles's mangled corpse. It then skips to Lydia announcing the last episode of her show so that she can "start living".

Then it shows Lydia and Astrid traveling together. It looks like they're in Romania/Transylvania where Astrid locks eyes with a cute guy. Then a time skip where Astrid is marrying the guy. Another time skip where Astrid is giving birth. This is where it gets weird. She gives birth to Babyjuice that proceeds to start crawling on the walls. That's when Lydia wakes up, relieved that that was a nightmare when suddenly Beetlejuice leans over her in bed and says, "I just had the strangest dream." Lydia gasps and she wakes up again and slowly looks over to her left to see an empty space and no Beetlejuice.

So I'm guessing that's what that one interviewer guy meant when he told Winona "You sorta got your wish at the end." I guess it means Beetlejuice will always be haunting her and playing the long game of waiting for her. I need to discuss this with someone! What do you think of the spoilers? The ending in particular?

[gyllenhaalstories]

FORTUNE COOKIE — DETECTIVE LOKI 🥠

summary: you're in luck! the restaurant did not run out of fortune cookies this time.

warnings:food & eating, smut (hickeys, mirror sex, nipple play, thighjob, mention of edging). 18+ NO MINORS.

word count: 1785

gif credits: @/elliewilliums (cropped) / divider credits: @/saradika-graphics

notes: happy valentine's day! i'm sending you all so much love. 💝 thank you for reading & REMEMBER TO REBLOG!

You parked your car next to Loki's, although the parking lot was empty at this hour. This sounded like a cute metaphor about how you could have all the space in the world, yet you'd rather stay close to your man. Anyway. You parked your car and struggled with just about everything beyond that point. Your hands were too full to close and lock the door easily and to zip your coat and put its hood over your head. Once you figured it out, you waddled your way to the restaurant. You struggled with the push and pull mechanism, nothing special there, and you especially struggled to look normal while you bee-lined to his usual table.

You were lucky, his back faced the door so he did not catch even the smallest visual glimpse of your shenanigans. Although he could not see you, his face beamed with a smile at the squeaky sound of your shoes and at your clumsy apologies to the waitress for coming in so close to closing hours.

"Surprise." You laughed at how you ruined your own plans. You handed him the precious package you were holding close to your body this whole time.

"What are you doing here?" Loki's eyes glanced up at you, then down at the box you were handing him. Pink wrapping paper, pink ribbon, pink bow, pink everything.

"I just told you, I wanted to surprise you." He emptied your hand so you could pull your phone out of your pocket. "Look, it's after midnight."

He blinked, with an arched brow.

"That means it's Valentine's Day." You smiled from ear to ear.

"I thought we had plans for dinner not... for now."

"Surprise!" You repeated and hopped closer to him, leaning in for a quick kiss. "I know we said no gift. I also know that if I tried to hide the gift, you'd find it. So this is the best plan I came up with!"

He set the box down on the table and attempted to search through the pocket of his black coat, but he stopped to listen to you.

You told him you knew he'd be there to eat before coming back home, so you would not lovingly scold him about not prioritizing his needs. You told him it was no bother, to drive in the middle of the night to meet with him. You told him you planned this all out with love. You also told him how proud you were for surprising him for once, well, kind of.

"I'm proud of you." You smiled when you sat down in front of him. You caught him just in time, too, he had finished his food. He politely asked the waitress for a refill of coffee. He searched his coat again and pulled a gift out of it.

The box was not wrapped up all cutesy like yours, but you could not care less.

"I know we said no presents." The waitress reappeared and placed two fortune cookies between Loki and you. She walked back to the kitchen with the empty coffee pot.

After Loki sipped his coffee, you both agreed to open your presents at the same time.

Loki carefully pulled on the ribbon and peeled the heart patterned paper off the box. He gasped when he opened it and discovered a ring. It resembled the Masonic ring he wore, but it was different. Loki's ring was plain, it suited him. But the one you got for him showed intricate details and complex craftsmanship.

"I don't need to understand it to know it's important for you." You watched his reactions closely while he studied the ring. You explained how you saw an advertisement in the newspaper about people selling vintage knickknacks. It was not too far out of town, it was set up like a yard sale. You found the ring in an old jewellery box, had it cleaned up, and saved it for this special occasion.

"I love it." He closed the box and smiled widely. "Thank you." You could feel how much this gift mattered to him and you were happy with yourself. "It's your turn."

So, you opened your present too. You frowned, confused, when you pulled out a chain that looked exactly like his.

"You like mine so much, figured you wanted your own..." You spoke at the same time. "So we can match."

You insisted on putting it on right away, but Loki decided you should wait until you both got home. The waitress came back to clean your tables and, before you left, you opened your fortune cookies.

Loki was a little superstitious about his cookies, he liked to give them time to work their magic so you did not share what the strip or paper said right away. He paid and tipped the waitress generously and headed outside.

You waved goodbye at the waitress and wished her "Happy Valentine's day!"

*~*~*

Loki hung the towel to dry on the rack, his messy half dry hair looked so different from his usual slicked back look. He looked relaxed, at peace. He came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist while the steam from the shower slowly dissipated.

You handed him the small necklace and he groaned in response, not wanting to leave the embrace just yet. You had waited too long with the ride home in your respective cars and the long steamy shower. You wanted your present.

He obliged, though, and carefully put the chain around your neck. He watched your reflection in the mirror with a corner smile. "You look so beautiful, my love."

You looked at yourself through the mirror too and brought your hand to touch the cold metal of the chain. It was exactly like Loki's, you'd always have a piece of him with you that way.

Loki kissed your cheek and along the side of your neck, where he focused until your brain got too fuzzy to thank him again for the Valentine's day present. He lingered on one spot, sucking a light mark on it that he soothed with gentle licks. His hands caressed your exposed chest.

"I'm guessing you love it as much as I do?" You looked at the mirror again and caught a glimpse of your man smirking against your skin and marking you up some more while his hands were groping your tits.

He grunted, now teasing your nipples until they got hard. He loved to feel you squirm against his naked body, your ass grinding on his hardening cock.

You gasped when he pinched and pulled gently on your nipples.

He had no intention of hurting you, he simply wanted to tease you. His day was long, rough, as it always seemed to be but your surprise at the restaurant put him in a much better mood. Despite wanting to enjoy your body and to explore every inch of it by peppering kisses, his body forced him to pick up the pace.

"Please..." You whispered, begging him to keep touching you.

And he did, without needing you to explain any further. His hands abandoned your breasts and travelled down.

You lost sight of them in the mirror, but your entire body felt like it melted when his fingers touched your pussy.

"So fucking wet for me." He praised you in your ear, before he switched sides and started to mark the rest of your neck with hickeys. He dipped two fingers between your folds.

Instinctively, your legs opened up for him. You gave him enough space for his hand, but also for his cock.

He pushed his cock between your legs and moaned of pleasure when your pussy lips coated him with wetness. Loki helped you close your legs just a bit, so that he could fuck your thighs.

It was not as satisfying as having him buried inside of your pussy or feeling his fingers rub your tingly clit, but this felt so good still.

It felt especially good when Loki grabbed your hips to hold you in place. He fucked himself with your thighs, grunting louder and louder with each thrust. "Fuck," he mumbled, face still in your neck. "Been thinking of your pussy all day."

You reached a hand behind you and put it on the back of his head, holding him close. "Need you inside me, baby."

"Say that again." He demanded, his eyes rolled to the back of his head when you whined loudly as the tip of his cock hit your clit.

You took a deep breath, trying to speak coherently although this seemed next to impossible when Loki was fucking you. "I need your cock so bad. I need you inside me. Please. Please!"

"Good girl." Loki stopped moving, his cock lodged between your thighs and under your wet pussy.

"Why?" You complained, tears began to pool at the corner of your eyes. You needed him to keep going so bad.

His fingers started to rub your clit instead, but it was way too slow for your liking. "Wanna know what my fortune cookie said?"

You put your hand over his, trying to make him speed up and take you closer to your orgasm, but you failed.

His strong hand just kept rubbing small, lazy circles on your sensitive clit. "Answer me. Do you want to know?"

You rolled your eyes and surrendered. "What did it say?"

He wore a proud smile on his face. When you noticed it, you chuckled. "It said to Plan for many pleasures ahead." You rolled your eyes and he insisted. "No, no, no. I'm serious! You don't believe me? You wanna see it?" He gave your pussy a gentle slap to make you quit your attitude.

It succeeded in making your brain short circuit for a second.

"I can prove it to you that this was written on the paper. It's in my coat, I'm gonna go and get it." Loki pulled away from you, his hands, and his cock, leaving your body.

You whined so loud that he laughed.

He was surprised at your reaction, but he was more so aroused at how much you wanted to feel him.

"What is it? You don't want me to go?"

"Absolutely not." You turned around, finally looking at him directly in the eye. "But we're still gonna go somewhere." You erased the distance between your bodies again only to push him out of the bathroom and in direction of the bedroom.

He walked backwards, letting you guide him with a proud smirk.

"I'd rather make the fortune cookie's wish come true."

Loki turned you around and, when you finally got near the bed, he pushed you down on it. "That's my good fucking girl."

[growthhyp]

The Garage Sale VII

Paul, a college senior with a penchant for investigative journalism, sauntered down the corridor of the dorm, his eyes scanning the floor for any sign of a forgotten snack. His long curly black hair bobbed as he nodded to passing acquaintances, his blue eyes reflecting the glow of the fluorescent lights. His usual attire was a t-shirt that clung to his bulging midsection and a pair of sweatpants that whispered the secrets of midnight snack raids. Despite the extra pounds, his face remained surprisingly boyish, a stark contrast to the brawny jocks that strutted these halls.

As he approached the door to his own dorm room, the muffled sounds of grunts and thuds grew more pronounced, emanating from the room next to his. It was the usual soundtrack of Aiden and Abe's nightly ritual, a ritual that had become increasingly curious to him. He had known Aiden as a quiet, coding enthusiast, and Abe as the alpha jock who had bullied him relentlessly. Now, Aiden was the one calling the shots, and it wasn't just in the realm of video games anymore. Paul's curiosity piqued, he leaned in closer to the wall, his heart thumping with a mix of fascination and bewilderment.

"Dude, you're so fucking tight," Aiden's voice, deep and gruff, rumbled through the paper-thin barricade. Paul's cheeks flushed, and he felt a strange tightening in his stomach as he realized the nature of the sounds. He had never been one to eavesdrop, but the transformation of his neighbors had him questioning everything he thought he knew about them.

Aiden and Abe's relationship had always been tumultuous, with Abe the perpetual tormentor and Aiden the meek victim. Now, the tables had turned. Aiden had become a hulking behemoth, his once lanky frame now bulging with muscles that seemed to have been chiseled by the gods themselves. His voice was a deep growl that sent shivers down Paul's spine, and his newfound confidence was as palpable as the moans that filled the room.

Paul, a straight man, couldn't ignore the newfound attraction he felt towards Aiden. It wasn't that he was suddenly questioning his sexuality; it was the sheer power and dominance that radiated from him. He had never seen Aiden stand up to anyone, let alone take charge in such an assertive manner. The way Aiden's deep voice barked orders at Abe, who was now whimpering with pleasure, was a stark contrast to the timid coder he had known.

The walls of the dorm room seemed to vibrate with the intensity of their lovemaking. Aiden's newfound muscular physique was the stuff of fantasy, and it was clear that he knew exactly how to use it. The grunts grew louder, and the headboard slammed rhythmically against the wall, echoing through the corridor. Paul's own body responded involuntarily, his heart racing and his palms growing sweaty. He found himself torn between the urge to flee from the embarrassment of being caught eavesdropping and the desire to peer through the keyhole to witness the activity firsthand.

As he strained his ear against the door, he heard Abe's voice, now a high-pitched squeal of pleasure, "Man, you're so fucking huge!" It was a stark contrast to the gruff commands Aiden had been giving just moments before.

Paul couldn't help but remember the time when Abe had stolen Aiden's lunch money and laughed in his face. Aiden had been so powerless back then, his eyes brimming with unshed tears. Now, Aiden's power was unmistakable, his voice resonating with authority as he grunted, "Take it, bitch."

Paul's thoughts drifted to his own roommate, Shawn. Shawn was a 23-year-old Chinese-American who had earned a prestigious scholarship for his culinary prowess. His lean, almost delicate physique was a testament to his discipline in the kitchen. Despite the long hours he spent perfecting recipes and balancing his allowance, he managed to maintain a healthy diet that kept his body in tip-top shape. His dark hair was always impeccably styled, and his eyes, a piercing shade of brown, gleamed with intelligence. Shawn was the epitome of beauty and brains, and his charm was irresistible to the ladies.

The dynamic between Paul and Shawn was as smooth as a freshly baked pie crust. They had an unspoken agreement to keep their personal lives separate, which mostly meant avoiding any physical contact beyond the occasional high-five or pat on the back. Shawn's love for the opposite sex was no secret; the sultry whispers and giggles that filled the room at all hours of the night were a clear indicator of his conquests. Yet, despite the revolving door of female companions, there was never any tension between them. They had an understanding that allowed them to coexist in perfect harmony.

Paul, on the other hand, was more of a romantic. He would bring a girl home every so often, hoping to kindle a flame that would last more than a single evening. Yet, it always ended the same way—with the girl slipping out before dawn, leaving him feeling more empty than satisfied. He had tried every line in the book, every cheesy pick-up trick, but something was always missing. He envied Shawn's carefree attitude towards relationships but knew deep down that he wanted more than fleeting moments of passion.

As the sounds next door grew more intense, Paul couldn't help but think of Shawn's aspirations. He knew that his roommate had been eyeing Aiden and Abe's transformation with a mix of admiration and envy. Shawn had confessed to him once that he dreamt of having a body that could turn heads and make women swoon. With his scholarship limiting his funds, the gym was a luxury that remained a distant dream for him. Yet, he remained focused on his studies, knowing that once he had the financial stability, he would be able to pursue the physique that would surely attract more ladies.

Shawn's dedication to his culinary craft was admirable, but it was clear that he felt overshadowed by the physical prowess that Aiden and Abe now flaunted. He would often talk about his plans to bulk up, to become as irresistible as the meals he so meticulously prepared. His eyes would light up with a fiery determination when he spoke of the day he would no longer be the quiet, unassuming roommate but a man who could command attention with his sheer presence.

But the reality of his scholarship held him back. The long hours in the kitchen and the library left little room for the gym, and his tight budget meant that supplements and gym memberships were out of the question. He'd sit on his bed, his eyes glued to the computer screen, researching workouts and diet plans, his fingertips dancing across the keyboard as he calculated the cost of protein powders and gym memberships. His heart would sink with every article that detailed the price tag of looking like the men next door, his dreams feeling further and further out of reach.

One night, as Aiden's authoritative commands grew louder and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh grew more insistent, Shawn couldn't take it anymore. He stormed into the bathroom, his fists clenched, and slammed the door behind him. He looked at himself in the mirror, his eyes scanning over his own reflection with a critical gaze. He flexed his biceps, watching as they bulged slightly under his t-shirt, a stark contrast to the boulders that were Aiden's arms. A fiery determination burned in his eyes as he whispered to himself, "One day, I'll be just like them."

The next morning, during their journalism class, Professor Harris announced a new assignment that had the potential to change everything. "Class," she began, her voice a mix of excitement and challenge, "Your next project will be an investigative journal. You're to dig deep into the fabric of our community and uncover a story that truly captures the essence of human experience." The room buzzed with murmurs as students began to toss around ideas for their projects.

Paul's thoughts immediately darted to Aiden and Abe. The transformation of the two jocks was the talk of the dorms, and yet, no one had managed to uncover the source of their newfound physiques. It was the kind of story that would not only satisfy his curiosity but also potentially secure him a spot in the school's newspaper and an exemption from the dreaded final exam. His heart raced as the professor continued, "If you can deliver a piece that's factual, engaging, and truly insightful, I'll consider giving you a pass on the finals." The prize was too tempting to ignore.

After class, Paul approached Professor Harris, her sharp eyes peering over her spectacles as he tentatively broached the subject. "Professor, I was wondering if I could investigate the, uh, recent changes in Aiden and Abe for my project?" He stuttered slightly, hoping he wasn't crossing any lines with his proposal.

Professor Harris's gaze sharpened with interest. "Changes, you say? That's quite the topic. It'll need to be handled with sensitivity, but if you can uncover something substantial, it could indeed be quite the story." She nodded thoughtfully, stroking her chin. "But remember, Paul, the goal is to inform, not sensationalize. I'll hold you to a high standard on this one."

Paul felt a thrill of excitement. This was his chance to not only understand what had happened to Aiden and Abe but also to prove himself in the cutthroat world of journalism. He nodded solemnly, his mind racing with the potential angles and leads for his story. "Thank you, Professor. I won't disappoint."

Leaving the classroom, his thoughts swirled around the enigmatic transformation of his neighbors. The whispers in the hallways spoke of magic, curses, and even alien intervention. But Paul knew that the truth was likely much more mundane. Or so he hoped.

The next day, armed with his notepad and pen, he made his way to the football field, a place he rarely ventured. The crisp autumn air smelled faintly of sweat and grass, a scent that reminded him of high school sports days that he had never quite been a part of. He sat on the benches, his eyes glued to the field where Aiden and Abe practiced. Their newfound strength and agility were on full display, as they outperformed everyone else with ease. The sight of their muscles rippling under their tight jerseys was mesmerizing, and Paul felt his cheeks flush as he watched them.

He waited patiently, hoping for a chance to talk to them when they took a break. But the duo's stamina was unmatched; they pushed themselves beyond human limits, only pausing briefly to gulp down water or a sports drink before diving back into their routine. Their dedication was intense, almost feral in its focus. It was as if they were driven by a force beyond their control, a force that had transformed them into these beasts of the field.

Paul took a step back, his notepad fluttering in the breeze as he watched the sweat glisten on their bulging muscles. He scribbled down notes about their training regimen, the way their bodies moved in unison, and the power they exuded. Yet, the more he observed, the more he realized that their transformation was more than just physical. There was an aura of dominance about them that seemed to make the other players give them a wider berth, as if they were afraid to come too close.

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow across the field. The shadows grew longer, and the air grew cooler. Still, Aiden and Abe showed no signs of slowing down. Paul's hand cramped from taking notes, and his butt was numb from the cold metal bench. He knew he had to find another way to get their story.

The following day, he posted up outside the gym's entrance, his heart racing with anticipation. He had done his homework, knew their class and workout schedules, and had even splurged on a one-day gym pass. His wallet was lighter, but the potential scoop was worth it. As the clock chimed, the duo strutted into view, their footsteps echoing down the path. Aiden, his chest heaving with the promise of power, and Abe, his swagger a silent challenge to all who dared to approach.

Paul took a deep breath and stepped forward, his eyes lingering on Abe's chiseled abs. "Hey, Abe," he called out, trying to keep his voice steady. "Mind if I ask you something?"

Abe looked up, his eyes widening in surprise, before a shy smile played on his lips. "Uh, sure man," he replied, his voice softer than the whispers that painted the dorm's walls at night.

Paul's gaze shifted to Aiden, who had stopped a few paces away. The behemoth's eyes narrowed slightly, but he said nothing, allowing the conversation to unfold. "I've noticed… uh, your progress," Paul began, trying to sound casual. "It's pretty inspiring, actually."

"Thanks," Abe murmured, his cheeks flushing. It was clear he wasn't used to the attention, especially not from someone who had seen him at his most vulnerable.

Paul took a step closer, his notebook poised for action. "So, what's the secret?" he asked, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "You guys just hit the gym really hard, or…?"

"Dude," Aiden interjected, sauntering over, his arms flexing with each step. "It's all about the right gear, man. That's where it starts."

Paul felt his curiosity peak. "Oh, really?" He glanced at Aiden's tank top, which was stretched taut across his massive chest, and then at Abe's equally snug shirt. "Where'd you guys get that stuff?"

Aiden slapped Abe's back, a gesture that made the smaller man stumble forward slightly. "Jack's garage sale, bro," Aiden said, his voice a deep rumble. "It's got some serious magic, let me tell you."

Paul's pulse quickened. "Magic?"

Aiden grinned, the kind of grin that showed he had a secret and liked keeping it. "Well, not really. But the clothes I got from there? They're like… motivation in fabric form. You put 'em on, and suddenly, you want to be the best."

Paul nodded, scribbling notes as fast as he could. "That's… intense," he murmured, trying to keep his cool.

"Totally," Abe chimed in, his eyes shining with excitement. "It's like they just… change you."

"Change you?" Paul echoed.

"Yeah, man," Aiden said, his expression earnest. "Like, you put on the clothes, and suddenly, you're not just some college kid anymore. You're a fucking god."

Paul felt his heart drop into his stomach. This was more than just a gym-wear-induced placebo effect. This was… something else. Something he needed to investigate.

"Well," he said, trying to sound casual, "if it's that good, I might have to check it out."

Aiden slapped his own chest, "I got you, bro. We'll hit it up tomorrow. I'll show you where it is."

Paul nodded, his mind racing. He had his lead. Now, he just needed to find out what was really going on.

As Aiden and Abe went back to their workout, Paul found his way to the elliptical machine, his mind still buzzing with questions. He went through the motions, his legs moving in a half-hearted rhythm that didn't match the intensity of his neighbors' routine. His eyes kept drifting over to the weights, watching the sweat drip from Aiden's forehead as he effortlessly hoisted a barbell that looked like it could crush a small car. The sight was both intimidating and alluring, and it was all he could do to keep his cool.

Aiden's eyes met his in the mirror, and for a brief moment, Paul felt as though he could see straight into his soul. Or maybe it was just his sweat-soaked shirt that made it seem like Aiden's muscles were flexing just for him. The jock's gaze was intense, almost predatory, and Paul felt a shiver run down his spine. He quickly averted his gaze and focused on his cardio, his heart racing for reasons that had nothing to do with the workout.

Aiden and Abe's routine was a mesmerizing display of power and precision. The way their muscles bulged and contracted was almost hypnotic, and it was all Paul could do to keep his eyes from lingering too long. He felt a strange kinship with Aiden, who had once been the underdog and was now the king of the jocks. And Abe… Abe was something else entirely. The transformation had turned him into a willing subject of Aiden's dominance, and the raw passion in their nightly escapades was something that resonated with a part of Paul he hadn't known existed.

The grunts grew louder, the weights clanked together more aggressively, and the air grew thick with the scent of sweat and testosterone. Paul felt his own body responding, his heart racing in a way that had nothing to do with his lackluster cardio session. His thoughts grew hazy, his mind swimming with images of what could happen if he had that kind of power. Would he be able to command attention like Aiden? Would he be able to make others quiver with desire?

Forcing his gaze away from the mirror, he turned his attention to the notepad on the elliptical's console. His hand shook slightly as he jotted down the time and his observations. The conversation had been a goldmine, but he needed more. He needed to get closer to the source of their transformation.

===

The next morning, Paul was a ball of nerves as he waited inside his dorm room. The knock on the door sent his heart racing, and when he swung it open, his eyes widened at the towering figure of Aiden. The behemoth was dressed in a pair of skin-tight black spandex shorts that left little to the imagination, showcasing his massive thighs and the prominent bulge between them. His top was a tight white tank that clung to his bulging chest and biceps.

"Ready to hit the garage sale?" Aiden asked, a smug smile playing across his lips. Paul nodded, his voice a little too high-pitched for his liking. "Let's do this," he said, trying to sound more confident than he felt.

They arrived at the garage sale, and there was Jack, his muscles bulging out of his clothing like they were fighting to escape. His chest was like a mountain range under the tight black shirt, and his legs looked like they could crush the very earth beneath them. Paul couldn't believe his eyes—Jack was even more muscular than he had imagined.

"Dude, Jack, this is Paul," Aiden said, his voice a mix of excitement and pride. "Paul here wants to get jacked like us. He said he needs your… special garments," he added with a wink at Jack.

Jack looked down at Paul, his smile widening. The muscles in his arms bulged as he reached out a hand the size of a catcher's mitt. "Nice to meet you, Paul," he said, his voice a deep, resonant bass. "I've heard good things about you."

Paul took Jack's hand, feeling the power behind the grip. "Thanks, Aiden's been telling me a lot," he said, trying to keep his voice steady. "I've noticed… the changes in you both, and I'm really curious about what you've been using."

Jack's eyes sparkled with amusement. "Ah, the legend of the garage sale gear spreads," he said, his voice a low rumble. "Well, I'm happy to help you out, Paul. But let me tell you, it's not just the clothes. It's the attitude, the drive to be the best."

Paul nodded, trying to absorb the alpha energy that radiated from Jack. "I understand," he said, his voice a little too eager. "But I've got the drive, I just need the… the push."

Jack leaned in closer, his breath hot on Paul's ear. "You sure you're ready for that push, little man?" His eyes searched Paul's, looking for a hint of doubt or hesitation.

"I am," Paul replied, his voice firm. He had to be. This was his chance to get the story that could make his career.

Aiden's interest in the conversation seemed to wane and decided to leave. "Alright, man," he said, slapping Paul on the back. "But I gotta go. Coach wants me to run some drills." He turned to Jack, a look of pure determination on his face. "You take care of him, alright?"

Jack nodded, his smile never wavering. "Don't worry, Aiden. I'll make sure he finds exactly what he needs."

As soon as Aiden's footsteps faded into the distance, Jack's expression shifted from friendly to serious. His smile disappeared, replaced by a look of intense scrutiny that made Paul feel like he was being sized up for a cage fight. "Alright, kid," he said, his eyes boring into Paul's. "Let's talk shop."

Paul felt his throat tighten but managed to croak out, "What do you mean?"

Jack's smile grew wider, revealing a set of perfect teeth that gleamed against his tanned skin. "Come on, don't play dumb. You're a journalist, right? You're sniffing around here for a story, not just because you want to bulk up." He leaned against a rack of clothing, his arms folding over his massive chest. "What's the real deal?"

Paul took a deep breath, his heart hammering in his chest. He had to be careful—exposing himself too quickly could blow his cover. "Alright," he admitted, "I am writing a piece for the school newspaper. And I've noticed the… dramatic changes in Aiden and Abe." His gaze dropped to the floor, then back up to meet Jack's. "It's just not humanly possible to change that much in such a short time."

Jack's eyes narrowed slightly, his grip on the clothing rack tightening. "What are you implying?"

Paul swallowed hard, his heart racing. "Look, I've done my homework. I know you weren't always like this," he gestured at Jack's form, his own eyes taking in the sheer size of the man before him. "You weren't always this… huge."

Jack's eyebrow shot up, his arms folding over his chest as he leaned back against the rack of clothes. "What are you saying?" he asked, his voice a low growl.

Paul took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest. "I've seen the yearbook pictures," he said, his voice steady. "You weren't always like this." He paused, watching Jack's reaction carefully. "But one day before graduation, you just… changed."

Jack's eyes narrowed, his expression shifting from curiosity to something more guarded. "What's your point, journalist?"

Paul took a step closer, his eyes never leaving Jack's. "My point is, I want to know how it's possible. I want to know your secret." His voice was firm, his gaze unwavering.

Jack's cocky smile grew into a full-blown grin. "Well, well, well," he drawled, his eyes twinkling. "Looks like you've done your homework, journalist." He stepped back, gesturing to a couple of folding chairs set up beside a cardboard box that served as a makeshift counter. "Why don't we sit down and have a chat, huh? Maybe I'll tell you a little story."

Paul's heart was racing, but he tried to play it cool. He took the offered chair, his eyes never leaving Jack's muscular form. The garage was dimly lit, the shadows playing across the muscles that rippled under his tight shirt. The smell of dust and old clothes hung in the air, but all he could focus on was the man in front of him.

===

Jack leaned in, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "It all started when I was just a kid," he began, his eyes distant. "My parents were in a car accident. My mom… she was pregnant with me." His gaze grew dark, his knuckles white as he gripped the edge of the makeshift counter. "It was a miracle she survived, but she didn't make it through the birth. I was born into this world with nothing but the clothes on my back and a name that meant nothing to anyone."

He took a deep breath, his chest expanding and contracting with the effort. "I bounced around from family to family, never fitting in. They all thought I was weird, too soft, too… different." His voice grew hard, his jaw clenching. "The jocks, they were the worst. They'd pick on me, call me names, push me around."

Paul's heart went out to him. He couldn't imagine the kind of pain Jack must have felt, being so out of place in a world that valued strength over everything else. "What changed?" he asked gently.

Jack's expression grew contemplative as he leaned back in his chair. "One day, I was running from those jerks again, you know the kind that think the world revolves around their muscles and their footballs?" Paul nodded, remembering his own encounters with bullies. "But this time, it was different. There was this old lady, Mrs. Castellanos, she saw what was happening and she stepped in. I don't know what she said to that jock, but he just… stopped. He stared off into space like he'd forgotten what he was doing and then took off without another word."

Paul leaned in, intrigued. "What did she whisper to him?"

Jack's eyes grew distant, as if recalling a long-forgotten memory. "I don't know," he said. "But it was like she had some kind of power over him. Like she could bend him to her will."

Paul's mind raced with the implications. Was this the start of Jack's transformation? The birth of the legend? "What happened next?"

Jack's gaze grew softer as he remembered. "Mrs. Castellanos, she took me to her house. It was… it was like nothing I'd ever seen before. It was like she had a piece of every country in there. And she cooked… oh, man, she could cook. It was the best meal I'd had in my whole life." His eyes grew distant, lost in the warmth of the memory.

Paul leaned in, eager to hear more. "What did she cook?"

Jack's eyes lit up. "It was like a Thanksgiving feast every night. Stuff like roast beef, mashed potatoes, gravy, the works. And let me tell you, she could make a turkey that would make your mouth water." His eyes grew distant, lost in the warmth of the memory. "But it wasn't just the food that was amazing. It was the way she looked at me, like I mattered. She called me 'mi vida,' her life."

Maria Castellanos was unlike anyone Jack had ever met. With a heart as warm as her enchiladas, she took him in and treated him like her own. She had a way of making him feel seen, heard, and loved. It was during one of those hearty meals that she asked him to share his own story. His voice cracked as he spoke of the pain and loneliness that had followed him through life. The tears that had been threatening to spill over since he stepped into her kitchen finally fell.

Maria's eyes grew wet with empathy as she listened. When he finished, she took his hand in hers, her grip surprisingly firm for an old woman. "Mi corazón," she said gently, "your story breaks my heart. I wish I could have been there to protect you."

Jack sniffed, trying to hold back the flood of emotion that threatened to overwhelm him. "Thanks, Mrs. Castellanos," he whispered, his voice hoarse.

Maria's face was a picture of kindness and understanding. "Call me Maria, mi vida," she said, her grip tightening. "Now, I've heard enough of this sadness. It's time for you to eat."

Jack nodded, his eyes still misty, and took a bite of the roast beef. It was heavenly, so tender it practically melted in his mouth. As he chewed, he felt something strange happening in his chest. It was a warmth that spread through him, filling the void he had carried for so long.

"Jack," Maria began, her voice soft and soothing, "I need to tell you something. Something about me." She took a deep breath, her eyes searching his for any sign of judgment. "I come from a line of… special people. We're not like everyone else."

Paul leaned in, his heart racing with excitement. This was the kind of story that could make his article go viral.

"Jack, what do you mean by 'special'?" he prodded, his journalist instincts kicking in.

Jack took a deep breath, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Maria, she was a witch," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "A real, honest-to-God witch. And her lineage was… complicated." He paused, his gaze drifting to the floor as he collected his thoughts. "Her family had been cursed, unable to have children of their own."

Paul leaned in, his pen poised above his notepad, his eyes wide with shock and intrigue. "So, she adopted you?"

Jack nodded, his eyes misting over. "Yeah, man. She said she had enough love for two lifetimes and she was gonna give it all to me." His voice cracked, and he took a moment to compose himself. "I never knew what it was like to have a family before her. She taught me that strength isn't just about how much you can lift or how fast you can run. It's about the love you got in your heart."

Paul felt a lump form in his own throat as he listened to Jack's tale of finding a home with Mrs. Castellanos. Her kindness had clearly left a profound impact on the man before him. It was hard to believe that someone so powerful and intimidating had once felt so small and helpless.

Jack's voice grew stronger as he continued. "Maria saw something in me that no one else did. She knew I had a love for fashion, for creating things that made people feel good about themselves." His eyes lit up with passion. "So, she encouraged me to take a fashion course in college. And let me tell you, man, she supported me through it all. She was like my personal fairy godmother."

Paul nodded, his mind racing. "But what about the jocks?"

Jack's expression grew steely, his jaw tightening. "Ah, the jocks," he said, a hint of anger in his voice. "They didn't know what hit them. After I moved in with Maria, she took care of that real quick." He leaned in closer, his eyes flashing. "You see, she had a way with spells. She didn't like bullies, and she taught me a few tricks to keep them in line."

Paul's mind reeled. Spells? This was more than he had bargained for. "What kind of spells?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jack leaned back in his chair, a smirk playing across his lips. "The kind that make those bullies see the error of their ways," he said, his eyes glinting. "Maria had this spellbook, see, and she taught me some stuff. Stuff that could… change people."

Paul's curiosity was piqued. "Change them how?"

Jack's smirk grew wider. "Let's just say the jocks who used to push me around are a little… different now," he said, his eyes twinkling. "Some of them, well, they got a taste of their own medicine. They found out what it's like to be on the receiving end."

Paul's eyes went wide. "You mean, she turned them… gay?"

Jack nodded, a smug smile playing on his lips. "Some of them, yeah. It was like she flipped a switch. One minute they're all 'You're a freak, Castellanos,' the next, they're begging me to go out with them." His grin grew wicked. "But let me tell you, that was just the start."

He took a deep breath, his eyes shimmering with the excitement of his tale. "Maria, she saw how much I loved fashion, how much I liked to help people look and feel their best. So, she taught me some of her own brand of magic—the kind that could infuse clothes with… something extra." His hand gestured to his own bulging bicep, the silver necklace glinting in the light. "Something that could make people see themselves differently, make them feel powerful."

Paul leaned in, his heart racing. "What do you mean, 'something extra'?"

Jack's expression grew solemn, the light in his eyes dimming. "It's a long story, man," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "But the day before graduation, everything changed." He took a deep breath, his massive chest expanding before he continued. "Maria's house caught fire. Some asshole probably threw a cigarette butt or something. I was out, getting ready for the big day." His eyes grew distant, the pain of the memory etched on his face. "When I got home, half the house was gone."

Paul felt his heart wrench at the thought of the loss. "What about Mrs. Castellanos?"

Jack's expression grew pained. "Maria, she was in the hospital for a while," he said, his voice heavy with regret. "They said she had third-degree burns on her arms and chest, trying to save what she could. But the house was too far gone." His eyes searched Paul's, looking for understanding. "The worst part was, she couldn't save her spellbook. It was the most important thing she had, the legacy of her family. It was like a piece of her had been burned away with it."

Paul nodded, his own heart heavy with the weight of the tragedy. "But you said you had something to do with their transformation," he prompted gently.

Jack's gaze grew intense, his eyes boring into Paul's soul. "Yeah, I do," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "Maria, she knew she didn't have much time left. Before she… before she went," his voice caught in his throat, "she called me to her side."

Paul felt his own eyes mist over, the pain of Jack's loss palpable in the air. "What did she say?"

Jack swallowed hard, his throat thick with unshed tears. "Then, she handed me the shirt," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "It was a simple white polo, but it felt like it was made of pure love." He took a deep breath, his chest heaving with the weight of the memory. "I took it, promising her I'd wear it to graduation. And she just… she just nodded, like she knew something I didn't."

Paul leaned forward, his eyes never leaving Jack's. "What happened next?"

Jack's eyes grew misty as he recounted the fateful day. "Maria took her last breath," he whispered, his voice cracking with the weight of his loss.

Paul's hand reached out to pat Jack's shoulder in a show of support. "I'm sorry, man," he said, his voice thick with emotion.

Jack nodded, his eyes brimming with tears. "It's okay," he said, his voice gruff. "It's been a while, but it still hurts." He took a deep breath, his shoulders heaving. "But that's not the end of the story."

Paul leaned in, his hand still resting comfortingly on Jack's shoulder. "What happened at the graduation?"

Jack took a deep breath, his eyes misting over as he spoke. "The day of the ceremony, I was a wreck," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "But I wore that polo. It was like a suit of armor, man." He paused, his gaze drifting to the floor. "It was like having a piece of her with me, you know?"

Paul nodded, his hand still on Jack's shoulder. "What happened when you put it on?"

Jack's gaze grew distant, lost in the memory. "It was like… like a switch had been flipped," he murmured. "I felt this warmth, man, all over me. And then…" His eyes snapped back to the present, his cheeks flushing. "Well, let's just say I got pretty… turned on."

Paul's eyes went wide, his mind racing with the implications. "And your… your body started to change?"

Jack nodded, his face flushing even deeper. "It was like nothing I've ever felt before," he said, his voice hoarse. "The warmth grew, and my cock just… it got so big, I couldn't ignore it." He paused, his eyes meeting Paul's with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. "It was like I was in a trance. I had to… I had to jerk off."

Jack's eyes grew glazed, his breath coming in short pants. "It was… incredible," he murmured. "It was like I was being touched by… by an angel." He closed his eyes, lost in the memory of that life-altering moment. "Every part of me grew, man. It was like I was becoming a whole new person." His eyes snapped open, a wild look in them. "My muscles bulged out, my cock just kept getting bigger and bigger. It was like nothing I had ever felt before."

Jack took a deep breath, his cheeks red with more than just the remembered arousal. "I… I couldn't stop myself," he admitted, his eyes flickering to the side. "I jerked off, right there in the bedroom." He paused, his gaze returning to Paul. "And as I did, something strange happened." His voice grew softer, his eyes glazed over with the intensity of the memory. "It was like… like I could feel her with me, guiding me."

The warmth grew, spreading from my chest outward, enveloping me in a sensation that was both comforting and electrifying. My cock grew in my hand, swelling to a size that seemed impossible. The fabric of the polo stretched tight, threatening to tear with every stroke. "It was like she was… blessing me," Jack murmured, his hand unconsciously moving to the silver cross on his necklace.

The room grew hazy, the scent of the garage fading away as Jack's story painted a vivid picture in Paul's mind. He could almost see Jack, a young man on the brink of transformation, writhing on his bed in a mix of pleasure and pain. The phantom hands grew more insistent, caressing every inch of Jack's body, leaving a trail of power in their wake. His delts grew, swelling with newfound might, each flex echoing with the silent roar of a thousand cheering fans. The sound of Jack's grunts filled the space, his body responding to the invisible touch with an almost primal need.

The fabric of the polo stretched tight, the material straining against the new contours of Jack's physique. His abs rippled as he stroked his cock, each movement a testament to the strength that was now pulsing through him. His moans grew louder, his body no longer his own, but a vessel for the magic that had been bestowed upon him.

Jack's legs began to tremble as the phantom hands moved upward from his calves to his thighs. The muscles grew taut and powerful, the fabric of his shorts straining to contain them. His eyes rolled back in his head as the pleasure grew, his body responding to the unseen touch with an uncontrollable need.

"It's okay, Jack," a soft voice whispered in his ear. He knew it was Maria's, though she was no longer there. "This is what I wanted for you. To be strong, to be powerful."

Jack's hand moved faster on his swollen cock, his breaths coming in gasps. The phantom hands caressed his growing delts, each touch sending a jolt of power through his veins. His muscles grew taut, the polo shirt straining against his burgeoning physique. The fabric whispered against his skin, a gentle caress that seemed to urge him on. He could feel himself getting closer to the edge, the pressure building with every stroke.

"It's okay, Jack," the soft voice of Maria encouraged him, echoing through the room. "You're almost there."

Jack's eyes rolled back in his head as the phantom hands reached his stomach, tracing the lines of his abs as they grew into a defined 8-pack. He jerked harder on his cock, the pleasure becoming almost unbearable. The fabric of his shorts was now painfully tight around his thighs, but it only served to heighten the sensation. His body was responding to the magic in ways he never could have imagined, growing stronger and more powerful with every touch.

The hands moved up to caress his chest and back, and Jack felt his pectorals swell, his back muscles rippling as they grew. His shoulders broadened, his biceps and triceps bulging with each flex. His forearms thickened, the veins popping out as if they had a life of their own. The feeling was indescribable, a mix of pain and pleasure that was unlike anything he had ever felt before. His moans grew louder, filling the room with the sound of his transformation.

As the phantom touch reached his neck and face, Jack felt his jawline sharpen, his features becoming more defined. He could feel the magic working its way through his very bones, reshaping him into the man he had always wanted to be. His eyes grew clearer, his gaze more intense. He felt the weight of the world lift off his shoulders as the caress moved to his temples.

"The spells," he whispered to himself, "the spells are in me now." The words felt strange on his tongue, like a forgotten language suddenly remembered. He could feel the power of them, swirling in his mind like a tornado of untapped potential.

Jack's eyes snapped open, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm. He roared, the sound echoing through the garage, a guttural expression of the overwhelming sensation that coursed through him. His muscles spasmed and contracted, each pulse of his cock sending a wave of pure, unadulterated power through his body. It was as if the very essence of the enchantments had been released into him in that moment.

His thoughts grew clearer, sharper than they had ever been before. He could feel the cobwebs of doubt and inadequacy being burned away by the fiery confidence that now consumed him. The whispers of the spells grew louder in his mind, guiding him, showing him the path to true power.

Jack looked around the room, his heightened senses picking up on every sound. The he rustling of clothes on hangers, even the faint ticking of a clock that had been buried under layers of dust for years—it was all so clear. His mind was a finely tuned instrument, picking up on the faintest of whispers.

He took a moment to appreciate the new form that the magic had granted him. His body was a sculpture of power, each muscle defined with the precision of a master artist. His biceps bulged with the slightest flex, his abs rippling like the surface of a lake disturbed by a pebble's drop. The sensitivity of his skin was like nothing he had ever experienced. It was as if every nerve ending had been turned up to eleven, each touch sending waves of pleasure that resonated through his entire being.

Jack couldn't help but let his hand wander over his chest, feeling the hard planes of muscle beneath the taut fabric of his shirt. His nipples were like tiny buttons of pleasure, pebbling at the slightest brush of his fingertips. He traced the lines of his abs, feeling them contract and relax with his breath. His touch grew more insistent as he moved down to his thighs, feeling the power in each squeeze. His cock began to tent in his shorts once again, the fabric straining against the burgeoning erection.

The sensitivity was overwhelming, each touch sending a bolt of pleasure straight to his cock. He was surprised to find that his body was responding so intensely to his own touch. It was like his skin had become a map of erogenous zones, and he was the eager explorer charting his way to a new continent of ecstasy. He couldn't resist the urge to touch himself, his hand moving down to grip his shaft through the fabric.

His breath caught in his throat as he felt the fabric tighten around his swelling member. He could feel the blood rushing to the tip, the pressure building as he stroked himself again in time with his racing heart. It was as if his body had been rewired, every muscle a conduit for pleasure. The simple act of touching his own skin was a symphony of sensation, each stroke a crescendo that brought him closer to the edge.

Jack's eyes grew hooded, his gaze locked on the bulging outline of his cock beneath the strained fabric of his shorts. He could feel the magic thrumming through him, urging him to release the power that had been coiled within. His hand moved faster, the friction of his palm against the sensitive skin of his shaft sending waves of ecstasy through his body. It was as if every nerve ending was a live wire, and he was the master of his own pleasure.

The room spun around him as he grew closer to the edge. His breaths were shallow pants, his hips bucking involuntarily with each stroke. The scent of sweat and arousal filled the air, a heady aphrodisiac that only served to drive him higher. He felt like he was floating, his body no longer anchored to the ground but instead riding the currents of pleasure that the magic had unleashed within him.

Jack's eyes snapped open, realizing that jerking was no longer necessary. The magic was doing it for him, his cock moving of its own accord, sliding through the tight ring of his fist with a slick ease that was almost eerie. The sensations grew more intense, each pulse of his heart echoing in the swollen head of his cock. He was so close, so incredibly close.

With a roar that seemed to shake the very foundation of the garage, Jack climaxed. His body was wracked with spasms, his cock jettisoning rope after rope of cum that arced through the air like a fountain. The spells in the air grew stronger, feeding on the power of his release. He felt his muscles clench and bulge as the magic surged through him, his body convulsing with the sheer force of his orgasm again.

As he came back down from his high, even though the polo got shredded in the process, Jack felt a warmth spread through him that went beyond mere physical pleasure. It was as if he could feel the embrace of Mrs. Castellanos, her love and support enveloping him like a warm blanket. Tears streamed down his face as he whispered, "Thank you, Maria." It was a moment of pure connection, a silent acknowledgment of the gift she had given him.

Paul, meanwhile, found himself snapped back to reality, his own body trembling with the aftershocks of shared ecstasy. He looked down to see that his shorts were damp and a trail of cum trickled down his legs. He had experienced Jack's transformation through the vision, and it had affected him on a visceral level. His own arousal was undeniable, the intensity of Jack's pleasure resonating within him.

"Jack, that's… that's incredible," he managed to murmur, his voice thick with awe.

Jack nodded, a smirk playing on his lips. "But that's not even the half of it," he said, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Graduation day, right? So, I'm there, looking like a fucking Greek god, right?"

Paul nodded, his own imagination running wild with the image of Jack, bulging with muscles, striding through the crowded hall.

Jack leaned in closer, his grin growing wider. "Yeah, man, I was the talk of the town," he said, his eyes gleaming with pride. "But it was more than just the looks. I could feel it, you know? Like I had a power inside me, just waiting to be unleashed."

Paul nodded, his hand still resting on Jack's shoulder. He could feel the warmth radiating from his friend's body, the power that he spoke of almost palpable in the air.

Jack took a deep breath, his chest swelling with pride as he recounted the day of his graduation. "It was like walking on air, man," he said, his eyes glazed over with the memory. "I had this new confidence, like I could take on the world. And everyone noticed." He chuckled, the sound deep and rich. "The girls, the guys, even the teachers." His eyes grew distant, reliving the moment. "But it was what I heard that really pissed me off…"

[dcocca]

Hello! How are you doing? 😁

Hope this chapter will make your Monday lighter (though I know it’s a pretty difficult task).

No Content Warnings here, and if you want to know more about this chapter’s title, wait until the end! You’ll find more info in the endnotes (but don’t go peek yet, there are spoilers!).

Read Chapter 3 here 👇

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66818236/chapters/173680348

Have an excerpt 👇👇👇

The streets of Dalston have quietened to their usual nocturnal rhythm: the low whoosh of the night bus rolling past the corner, the distant throb of bass from some underground bar still clinging on, foxes screaming in the alleys. A thin mist curls beneath the amber streetlights, softening the hard edges of the world.

The hour creeps towards midnight, unnoticed at first, then acknowledged with a grunt as Anthony glances at his phone.

The bookshop is quiet now. Not the sort of quiet that means absence, but the kind that hums—soft, alive. Shelves loom like sentinels in the half-light, warped wood and cracked spines bathed in the warm amber glow of the single desk lamp he’s placed on the counter. The rest of the shop remains in shadow.

The only sound at the moment is the faint crackle of paper as Anthony turns a page, pen tucked between his teeth. He’s double-checking, for the umpteenth time, the documents with last week’s supplier orders—cross-referencing every entry, every sale, and comparing them with the various lists of tabs and loans. Some numbers don’t quite add up, but it’s no surprise. There are a couple of people out there whose tab has elongated considerably but haven’t paid yet for the books. It’s the kind of thing Anthony has to factor in, and generally, he doesn’t mind—but it does make the maths and end-of-month reports more difficult, hence why he finds himself, on a Friday night, still burrowed into his bookshop at the stroke of midnight instead of out somewhere having a pint with mates. Or just asleep, which wouldn’t be half bad either.

Tagging @goodomensafterdark 💙❤️

[uwmspeccoll]

Decorative Sunday

The original prints shown here are from the portfolio of the deluxe edition of Parenthesis 25 (Autumn 2013), the journal of the Fine Press Book Association, in a limited edition of 125. From top to bottom, they are:

"Such a light as this . . ." printed by Aaron Cohick, Newlights Press, Colorado Springs, Colorado.

"Everything Irrational and Formless. . ." printed by Russell Maret, New Your, New York.

[untitled: up], printed by Jennaway Pearson, Busy Working Lady Press, Washington, D.C.

[untitled: armchair], color wood engraving by Gaylord Schanilec at Midnight Paper Sales, Stockholm, Wisconsin.

Our issues of Parenthesis are another donation from the estate of our late friend Dennis Bayuzick.

View more Decorative Sunday posts.

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

Hiiii since it’s my birthday really soon, can I get Hu Tao, Yae Miko, Chiori, UMP45 and Makoto from P5 celebrating readers birthday?? Maybe a surprise party?!?!?!?!

(Genshin Impact/GFL/P5) Hu Tao, Yae Miko, Chiori, UMP45, and Makoto celebrating Reader's birthday

Oh god, I hope I'm still on time for this.

(Hu Tao) "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"

Hu Tao pops out of absolutely nowhere and scares the hell out of (Y/N), but she is beaming with energy.

Despite the fact the clock had just struck midnight, and S/O was in their own room.

(Hu Tao) "Soooo, what do you plan on doing? Got any cake for today?"

(Y/N) "Hu Tao, I'm trying to sleep. We can talk about this in the morning...Actually, how did you even get in my house?!"

(Hu Tao) "Details we can discuss after your birthday plans! Now, what do you want for today? I can try my best to get you a good sale!"

(Y/N) "Well, it's not a coffin or ghost, I'll tell you that much..."

(Hu Tao) "Wow, buzzkill! I guess I won't treat you to Xiangling's today after all!"

Hu Tao is definitely the type to throw a surprise party, though it's not much of a surprise since she appeared in their bedroom.

Later when it's actually a humane time of day, she invites them over to her home to celebrate properly!

She still wishes they could've had the celebration late at night though, Hu Tao had a lot of jokes planned...

Normally, Yae is supposed to do a formal recital of wishing a pleasant birthday.

But to hell with that, that was boring.

Yae decides to wish (Y/N) a happy birthday in her own way.

(Yae) "(Y/N), I expect to have a good meal today."

(Y/N) "Shouldn't I be the one saying that to you?"

(Yae) "Perhaps, but surely you don't plan on going anywhere mundane to eat for such a very special occasion, right?"

(Y/N) "N-Not if it's going to bankrupt all of my Mora!"

(Yae) "Oh come now, I do not eat that much."

(Y/N) "Wait, why am I paying for you on my birthday?!"

(Yae) "Well, thank you for offering! You're such a kind soul!"

(Y/N) sigh

She doesn't really host a party for (Y/N), at least not by herself. But at the very least, she'll make it a damn entertaining day, for better and worse.

Oh, (Y/N)'s birthday. Neat, Chiori supposed.

(Chiori) "Yes yes, happy birthday and all that."

(Y/N) "Hah, calm down there Chiori, you're getting a bit too excited."

(Chiori) "I hope you don't expect me to have cake and balloons ready to spring out at you."

(Y/N) "Frankly, I'd be more shocked if you did."

(Chiori) "At least you understand that part."

Bluntness aside, Chiori handcrafts (Y/N) a nice present before their very eyes.

A handmade gift could speak more than a million bought gifts ever could.

As much as Navia would disagree with her.

(Y/N) has better chances of Chiori throwing them a surprise party as they would surviving a lightning strike from the Raiden Shogun herself.

45's smile seems to soften when (Y/N) enters the dorm, though it was nearly pitch black.

(UMP45) "Well, you took your sweet time coming back."

(Y/N) "45? Why are you in my-"

UMP9 leapt out from underneath the table as the lights came on. HK416 was leaning against the wall while G11 was face first on the same table, sleeping away.

And in the middle appeared to be a cake that looked...ambitious, to put it kindly.

(UMP45) "Happy birthday.~"

UMP9 blew on a party horn, the small paper unfolding and making a small doot noise as her arms extended in joy.

HK416 simply shrugged and grunted, and G11 was still comatose.

(Y/N) "T-Thank you guys! You didn't really need to-"

(UMP45) "Not really, but I figured it'd be fun to celebrate something special with you."

Her smile only seemed to grow when (Y/N) joined her, watching the chaos unfold as UMP9 tried to cut a cake, despite the fact the knife was getting dangerously close to G11's unkempt hair.

(UMP45) "Thought I'd bring the squad along to have fun too. Clearly it's working better than I thought."

(Y/N) "This is already so chaotic though!"

(UMP45) "Exactly."

Makoto is caught off guard when (Y/N) enters the room, holding a small cake with a candle in it.

The cake itself seemed terribly made, as it looked like it'd crumble if one simply stared at it for too long.

(Makoto) "U-Um...Welcome back! I tried to make something for you myself and...you see how that worked."

Makoto sighed but (Y/N) laughed, giving a comforting hand on her shoulder.

(Y/N) "I appreciate it, still. But hey it smells really good!"

(Makoto) "And the taste...?"

(Y/N) took a bite out of it, and smiled, turning back to Makoto.

(Y/N) "Honestly, not bad! I'm not dead yet!"

Makoto chuckled as she sighed.

(Makoto) "Well, I suppose that's good reassurance."

Makoto would fail instantly at a surprise party, mostly because she'd spend too much time to get it ready, only for (Y/N) to walk in way too early.

[halexxsam]

Mushy May: Day 12 - Flowers

thanks to @forlorn-crows for mushy may, calendar here. Divider from @/wrathofrats.

words: 222

characters: mountain/dew

Dew secretly loved flowers. That awful time after his transition where he burned everything he touched was incredibly hard, as he couldn’t stand to see himself kill these beautiful flowers. He hated the fire. 

Now, he has control over it, he has too. He can’t help Mountain water his plants anymore, that’s Rain’s job now. It makes Dew feel the need to prove himself useful once more to the Earth ghoul. It lands him on flower duty, which he loves. 

Every weekend, Dew gets up early and collects all the flowers that have bloomed over the week, diligently cleaning up the stems, taking dead leaves off, and trimming the ends. He works with care, running his hand lightly over all the flowers before choosing a handful and wrapping them up in paper, tying them together with a small piece of twine. He is known to make the best flower bouquets in the entire Abbey.

There is a demand for his bouquets everytime Mountain sets up a sale. Even the locals want to come in and look at the mysterious flower person. The clergy takes great pride in his arrangements too, having Dew decorate the church for midnight mass and even summonings. 

Mountain is beyond proud of his fire lily. He loves being able to share his element with someone who truly loves it.

[kirythestitchwitch]

couple sentences thursday

tagged by @cbk1000

here's some of the Wales fic for y'all

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“Here we are: Vervain Cottage,” Katherine said as she got out.

Caroline sat and stared at it for a long moment, thinking how she’d already signed the lease papers, she might as well get out and see what she was in for. Dirt and small rocks crunched under her feet as she pushed the car door shut and stuffed her hands in her pockets against the wind.

The cottage was old, god knows when it was originally built. Built of rough stone, it looked like it planned to continue sitting there until the end of time. The roof thatching would probably need replacing periodically, but it was singularly unconcerned with things like ‘wifi’ and ‘cable.’ They certainly weren’t part of the amenities on the rental list. Wrinkling her nose as she looked at the overgrown garden in the front, she glanced at Katherine.

“I didn’t see anything in the contract that says I’m required to pull weeds. I’ll warn you now, I have a black thumb,” she said, raising her eyebrows. She started toward the front door.

Katherine frowned. “That’s your landlord’s job. I’ll mention it. The electricity is on inside; I checked when I dropped off some essentials yesterday.”

Pausing with her hand on the garden gate, Caroline looked at her, confused. “Essentials?”

For the first time, Katherine looked a little embarrassed. “Just some general groceries to keep you from starving for a few days while you settle in. You’re not lactose intolerant are you?”

“No?”

“Vegetarian?”

“No, but—”

“Oh good!” Katherine put a hand to her chest, and looked relieved. “I have no idea what I would have fed you otherwise.”

Covering up her laugh with a cough, Caroline pushed past the weeds walking up the wide flat cobblestones that led to the door. “Do you buy groceries for all your new tenants?”

“God no.” Katherine’s voice was annoyed. “Most of my property sales are sheep pastures. I hate sheep. The closest I want to come to them is a Balenciaga wool coat.” Shuddering dramatically, she gestured at the door. “Let us in, I’m freezing.”

Pulling the skeleton key from her pocket, Caroline played with it for a moment, and then set her hand on the knob. The moment felt weighty, and she had this odd feeling like she was starting a new chapter, opening this door. Then she shook her head, told herself she was being fanciful and hoping for closure she never got just from moving across the globe. Putting the key in the lock, she twisted it and shoved the slightly sticking door open. It screeched open on dry hinges, and the dimness of the room was hard to see through with the dustmotes kicked up by her feet drifting through the air.

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Tagging uh quick, it's almost midnight! you! yes, reader, you!

[ghelgheli]

Students at the University of California, Los Angeles and all over the world are steadfast in our demands for our universities to end their complicity in Israel’s genocide of the Palestinian people and their contributions to the broader American war machine. The University of California must end their profiteering from the suffering of colonized peoples and immediately cease investments in all Israeli-tied companies to end this serious conflict of interest. We reject the UC’s claim that they cannot disclose their investments, divest, and boycott the Zionist entity, while simultaneously spending enormous sums of money to militarize our campuses and directly invest in genocide. We will continue our fight until Palestine is fully liberated and our demands are met entirely and without exception.

The analysis in our white paper reveals $18.8 billion of UC assets in public equity, private equity, and private credit that should be targeted for divestment based on their links to war, settler-colonialism, apartheid, and genocide. Ours is not an exhaustive analysis, as much of UC’s investment portfolio remains unaccountable to transparency or disclosure.

Of all the unethical companies tied to the UC, none has had a more egregious history of atrocities than Blackwater. Blackwater rose to notoriety as a private military contractor during the illegal U.S. occupation of Iraq. Mercenaries from Blackwater perpetrated the Nisour Square Massacre, killing 17 Iraqi civilians. The mercenaries were convicted but subsequently pardoned by President Trump. In the wake of public outcry over their war crimes, Blackwater rebranded itself to Academia and was eventually folded into Constellis, a conglomerate that owns multiple mercenary groups.

UC Investments are specifically intertwined and reliant on BlackRock, the world’s largest investing institution in weapon manufacturing. Blackrock manages $2.1 billion in public bonds on behalf of UC Investments. In 2018, UC Investments signed a deal with BlackRock assigning them as a 6-12 month special investment advisor for private equity deals that came to the UC’s table. In addition to the $113 million the UC passively invests in BlackRock, allowing them to manage billions in bonds and contracting them as an advisor solidifies the UC’s complicity in profiting off weapons manufacturing, genocide and war worldwide.

UCLA continues to use violent repressive tactics to suppress students and create an anti-Palestinian campus through the collaboration with several police departments, heightened campus surveillance and updated policies. We have already witnessed police forcibly unmasked UCLA students on national television, publicly doxxing and endangering their identities after the Palestinian Solidarity Encampment was subjected to attacks by Zionist hooligans and then by a heavily militarized police force. In the wake of this repressive crackdown on its own students, UCLA has doubled down on its efforts to create a police state, increasing the presence of private security and police officers on campuses, inventing the Office of Campus Safety led by the LAPD commander who oversaw the encampment response, creating a snitching hot-line, and purchasing military-grade gear for its police department.

On September 4, 2024, UCLA announced four additional interim policies to the TPM [Time, Place, and Manner] policies. Updates to the General Use of UCLA Property (850) increase surveillance and profiling, violence towards unhoused individuals, and health risks for the UCLA community. Policy 850 now enforces curfew for all on UCLA property except for limited activities from midnight to 6am. Additionally, this policy strictly prohibits tents, campsites, or other structures that have not been pre-approved. Under the Public Expression Activities (852), public expression has been expanded to “leaf-letting, marches, picketing, protesting, speech-making, demonstration, petition circulation, distribution and sale of non-commercial literature incidental to these activities, and similar speech related activities.” The updated TPM policies also come with a map for areas which public expression are allowed on campus, directly violating our rights to freedom of expression. Updates to Organized Events (860) allow for profiling of individuals who UCLA administration deems to be non-affiliates. Updates to Major Events Policy (862) requires registration of major events at least two weeks ahead of their programming, placing spontaneous mass protests on campus in immediate violation of this update.

[wooahaeruby]

Chapter 22: Crazy In Love

Chapter Word Count: 4,358

Anything in Bold Italics are Korean/Another language.

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Did Jihoon lie to Ruby when he said he was going to hang out with Seungcheol? No. Not exactly.

He was going to hang out with Seungcheol, they were going to go to the gym together then get some food since Ruby would be caught up in online meetings all day since their grandparents were being picked up from the airport the following morning. He walked into the office-guest room and said he was going out with Cheol for the day to work out and eat. They gave him a kiss and asked that he just texted them if he’d be home for dinner. 

What he didn’t tell them was that he was going to sit down with Seungcheol and have a very serious conversation that has been eating at his brain for the last couple weeks since Christmas. They stayed up until midnight. Ruby was buzzing with excitement, saying it was a tradition in her family to open gifts at midnight, which he was gladly ready to indulge them with. 

Thinking back had his heart fluttering. 

When the clock struck the first seconds of Christmas, Ruby ran to the second bedroom and returned to the living room with a few wrapped gifts and a gift bag. He had taken the liberty to take the gifts he had all wrapped up in his duffle bag and pulled the bag over beside the couch. Jihoon wasn’t…the best at wrapping gifts so a few days prior he managed to get to Joshua’s room and begged him to help wrap everything. The latter was glad to help, showing him how to wrap and tape things up before sending Jihoon on his way. 

Ruby pushed him to open his gifts first, wrapping themselves up in a blanket and hugging their knees, watching with bright, child-like wonder. He swore there were stars in their eyes. 

Jihoon went for the smallest of the gifts first, wrapped in shiny silver paper with a red bow stuck to the side of it. He was careful to peel the paper apart but Ruby made a sound of annoyance and he rolled his eyes, smiling as he tore the paper off. It took him a moment to process what he was looking at, but when he did, he let out a sound of amazement. Jihoon knew he had mentioned to them once prior that he was looking for a specific box set for an older anime he really liked. All the websites he found were selling it for an outrageous amount so he wasn’t interested but… 

“ Where did you find this?” He was quick to flip around in his hands, eyes wide as he read over the Japanese characters. 

“ When a few of us went to Harajuku and you stayed back since you were tired. It saw it on display and I knew you wanted it so I had Hannie hide it for me.” 

“ How much was it, it was so expensive-” 

“ Don’t worry about it.” Ruby waved him off, motioning towards the other gifts. 

With him starting from the smallest, Jihoon grabbed the next up in size gift, quite large in reality, wrapped in red paper with a black bow. Much like the first, he wanted to unwrap it carefully, but to make them happy, he tore it off, stopping dead in his tracks at the label that stared back at him. It was a recording mic, another item he had been looking at for a while but decided not to get since his current one was still working just fine and was of similar quality. 

The mic before him was the same brand, just the newer, more expensive model. It had been sitting in his wishlist for so long because he wanted to justify the purchase with his old one breaking, a sale, or something. He slowly finished removing all the wrapping paper and looked between the gift and Ruby who was grinning at him from ear to ear and the bond swelled with happiness. 

“ Do you like it?” They whispered so quiet he could barely hear it. 

He gave a gentle nod. “ I- Yeah.” He nodded once more, laying his hands flat on the box and looking over the pictures on the box. “ How the hell did you hide this?” 

“Shua’s room.” Ruby snickered. “ It wasn’t too hard to convince him.”

“I love it.” Jihoon let a smile spread on his lips, “ Thank you.” 

They pushed the much larger wrapped box towards him and the gift bag. It left a decent dip in the cushion which had him cocking his eyebrow before reaching for it. 

When he went to lift it, he was surprised at the weight that he was met with. For someone who didn’t work out regularly, it would be heavy, at least nine kilograms if he had to guess when he lifted it into his lap. 

“ Why is it so heavy-” He chuckled, starting to pull off the black wrapping paper, laughing even louder at the gift. “ Really? A weighted blanket?” 

“You said you wanted one for the studio! Plus it helps with my anxiety and I know you get anxious even when you lie about it!” Ruby pointed to the weight of it. “ Nine kilograms. Think you can handle that, beef cake?” 

“ I think I can handle it perfectly.” 

“Good because I got one for myself so now you can use one at the studio on the couch and one here when you are with me.” 

Jihoon placed the blanket aside, eyeing Ruby. “ Did you take Mingyu with you to carry it?” 

“Oh god no, he can’t keep a secret to save his life.” 

“Yeah… He has never been able to.” 

Ruby reached over and pushed the gift bag closer towards him, “ This one was more of a joke but it turned out too good.” 

“ A joke?” He started to pull the tissue paper out and tossed them down to the floor. Reaching in his grabbed a handful of the fabric and pulled it out, “ It’s a sweatshirt-”

As the black garment unfolded and he was met with the embroidered pattern, he sighed but was failing to hold back the smile. From beside the sweatshirt he held up, he saw Ruby grinning wide, eyes scanning over his face. 

“ A red panda.” 

Jihoon didn’t know what else to say as he took in the visuals. It was a red panda, sitting in a computer chair that looks a lot like his in his studio with a computer set up that looks almost exactly like his… Even the clutter on his desk. There were empty red cans on the ‘floor’ surrounding the creature and the lyrics from his song, ‘This is Red Too’ embroidered in red above it all. When he looked over the lettering, the ‘I’ was dotted with a red diamond and fourteen little stars littered above it all. 

“ Hyeji helped me get one of the GoSe visual artists to draw it all out then I had it commissioned by someone Jamie knows.” 

“Are the stars-” 

“Twelve for the guys, one for you, and one for me.” 

He laid the sweatshirt flat on his lap, letting his fingers run over the colorful threads, taking in all the details. Each star zigzagged up and down, colors seeming to be in age order if he had to guess. The first star was a light blue color, the new two white, which he assumed was 95 line due to their microphone colors. The next four were silver, an army green, another silver, then sparkly red, representing 96 line. For 97 line, he saw another white star, a glittery black threaded one, then another red star, followed behind by a silver star. For the last three, there was a white, black, then silver star. All fourteen accounted for. 

“ I know it’s silly, but I thought it would be cute-” 

“I love it, Ruby-ah.” He cut them off, not realizing there were tears welling in his eyes until one rolled down his cheek. “ Shit- Why am I crying- This is dumb.” 

Jihoon wiped his tears away, laughing to himself as Ruby reached out and pulled his hands away from his face. He felt so stupid for crying, he didn’t even know what exactly he was crying at. The bond fluttered and buzzed with worry but he held tightly on their hands, giving a wobbly smile to Ruby. 

“ Ruby-ah,” Jihoon cleared his throat and shook his head. “ My love, thank you. All of this…Thank you.” 

“Anything for you,” Ruby ran their thumbs over his knuckles, bringing both of his hands up to kiss them. “ You are my soulmate after all.” 

“ You need to open your presents.” He cleared his throat again, not bothering to move as they laced their fingers together, feeling the bond's warmth spread through his limbs, easing his soul. “ They won’t be as good as yours but…” 

“I’m sure they will be perfect, Jihoonie.” 

Slipping his hands out from theirs and reaching into the bag, Jihoon looked over the differently wrapped presents and pulled the first one out. He placed it before them, knowing he had an order in which he wanted to give them. 

Ruby reached out quickly and tore the paper off the box, the bond humming with excitement. He watched their expression change from excited to surprise, gripping the box with both hands. It was a pair of highly rated noise canceling headphones. Ruby’s old pair were from their time in college and one side didn’t work anymore. With work and traveling, they haven’t been able to get a new pair so he took it upon himself. 

“ Wah, this is great.” They flipped the box over, brushing all the wrapping paper to the floor and smiling ear to ear. “ Thank you.” 

Jihoon gave a hum, pulling the next present from the bag. It was a decent bit larger, and he handled it with care as he placed it in their lap. “ Careful with this one.” 

“Careful? So if I shake it-” Ruby grabbed it with both hands but he panicked and grabbed their wrists. 

“ Do not-” 

“I’m kidding~” They laughed, he glared, but they were slow to wrap it and pulled the unmarked box out. 

Curious eyes met his but he nodded towards it for them to continue. Gently, Ruby opened the box and lifted the lid, gasping quietly at the contents. The gift was a suggestion from Minghao when he was making a list of ideas, a porcelain tea set. Ruby had loved when the two had tea and said something about normal tea not tasting the same since. He had a few options of color, but the warm, terracotta color of the twelve piece set seemed the best choice for Ruby. 

Reaching into the box, Ruby lifted the kettle to run the tips of their fingers over the glazed clay. They placed it back in its designated space before closing the lid.

“ Did Minghao-ah help?” 

Jihoon cringed, “ Is it that obvious?” 

“It’s a traditional tea set, it’s easy to guess.” Ruby gently placed the box on the couch behind them, shimmying back and forth in their seat. “ Now I can make tea for both of us and Minghao-ah and it will taste even better.”

“You can’t get mad at me for this one, okay?” Jihoon reached into his bag and pulled out a thin box wrapped in dark blue and silver striped paper. “ Promise me.”

Raising an eyebrow, Ruby nodded, pursing their lips. “ I don’t trust that but…I promise.”

He handed them the box, only two more left in his bag. “ I’m serious.” 

“I know, it’s kinda cute.” They ripped the wrapping paper off and froze. “ Jihoonie…” 

“You promised you wouldn’t be mad!” He exclaimed, feeling the annoyance budding in the bond. 

“ This is a brand new laptop, Jihoonie.” 

“You. Promised. You. Wouldn’t. Be. Mad.” He punctuated every word with a gentle slap to his leg. 

“ I promised before I saw what it was.” 

“You already promised, can’t take it back.” 

Ruby drummed their fingers over the box, their eyes narrowing into a glare. 

“ Your laptop has been having issues since it’s getting old, you were complaining so I got you a new one, as a present, so you can’t get mad at me.” 

They scoffed and continued to glare at him. “ Is that your argument?” 

“Yes.” He gave a firm nod, crossing his arms over his chest and squared his shoulders. 

Both of them held eye contact before Ruby deflated and pouted. “ Thank you, Jihoonie.. I’m still mad at you.” 

“No you aren’t.” Jihoon reached down and pulled out the last two gifts. One was a thin, small box that could be held easily in one hand while the other was quite thick and rectangular which he kept in his lap for the time being. He handed the small box first. 

With speed, Ruby shredded the simple snowflake patterned paper off, only to giggle and hold the small package with both hands. “ I’m going to use this every day!” 

He laughed, shoulders shaking and a stupid smile on his face. “ That’s why I got it. It will keep your coffee, tea, or whatever warm since you always complain about it being cold.” 

They were already opening the box and their expression went from smiles to a heavy eye roll. “ I’m not even surprised you got the mug warmer in red.” 

He was trying to hide the smirk threatening to spread on his lips. “ To remember me.” 

“ Ew, vomit, stop.” They fake gagged and fell into the back cushions of the couch. “Cheesy.” 

“ Then you’ll hate this.” Taking the gift from his lap, he let them take the gift, looking it over. “ This is a two part gift, and a team effort.”

“Team effort?” 

“Open it and you will see.” 

The last gift was one that really was a team effort and one of the hardest to put together without Ruby finding out or someone else spilling the beans on accident. Mingyu and Soonyoung were the biggest offenders of that so both had to stay on a strict, limited information diet. Since the break the month prior before The Dome Tour, he gathered the guys when Ruby wasn’t around and they were gladly willing to help put the gift together. 

Ruby successfully unwrapped the gift and stared down at it with curiosity, taking in the cream colored bound binder with a picture cut out of the first team picture Ruby was featured on the front. They snickered before opening the first page and the bond bursted with amazement. 

On the first page was the candid photo from the airplane tarmac back in September. Jihoon had their suitcase in his hand, standing like a ‘gremlin’ (Soonyoung called him that when he sent the picture over) and smiling like an idiot while Ruby looked so done with him. He remembered the day fondly, loving how Ruby was slowly becoming a part of his proper family and starting the unknown chapter in the newly shared life they now had. 

The second page was pictures from the time in New York with Maknae line, a rag-tag collage of the pictures and little notes Seungkwan, Dino, and Vernon wrote. They were buzzing with delight and they continued to flip the pages. Selfies with the guys, shots that photography staff captured between them but couldn’t be posted, and plenty of candid shots from him. He even…wrote out some little notes and lyrics he thought of that couldn’t make it into a song but he wanted Ruby to hear. Page after page was something that made the contentment in their soul grow until they got to the end of the first book and pulled out the second one below it. 

“ The second one is empty.” He stated, watching them open to the first blank page. “ I thought…With all the changes going on, the ungodly amount of pictures everyone takes, and other little things… We could fill the second book with pictures, notes, whatever it will be of our life…together.”

“That sounds…” Their voice sounded a little choked up, lifting their eyes from the scrapbooks to tearfully meet his own. They were smiling, albeit wobbly, and hugged the first book to their chest. “ Amazing. Absolutely amazing. We can fill it together, every step of the way.” 

“ Come here.” Jihoon opened his arms, watching them quickly place the books aside and practically dove into his arms until his back let the arm rest and he let out an ‘oomph-’. “ We can document all our memories. All the pictures we take. Everything.” 

Ruby pushed back his hair, placing a gentle kiss to his lips, and he melted into the little message to his scalp. “ Merry Christmas, Jihoonie.” 

“Merry Christmas, my love.”

“ You work out too hard when something is on your mind, don’t hurt yourself.” Seungcheol grabbed the bar Jihoon was bench pressing, racking it back up on its stand. 

Jihoon let out a huff, sitting up and running a hand through his hair. “ Ah- I’m fine, I’m just a little distracted.” 

With a shake of his head, Seungcheol patted him on the shoulder and went to grab his bag. “Distracted gets you hurt, let’s call it a day.” 

“ Hyung- We’ve barely started.” 

“ And you can take one day off with your seven day workout schedule. Plus I’m hungry and you promised me food.” 

“Can we eat in the studio?” Jihoon asked almost nervously and Cheol nodded. 

“ Totally, but I’m picking the food.” 

A shower in the changing room and the trek to his studio not an hour later had them sitting on the couch with boxes of Thai takeout. Conversation over food was mainly about the new BooSeokSoon song and the video recording, some ideas for the very new Album being released in April, and Caratland. Meetings for the infamous concerts/fan meetings would be starting soon to get the ball rolling for the weekend-long event. 2023 only just started and things were going to be long and tiring coming in the next couple weeks. 

“ Mmmm, alright.” Seungcheol dropped his empty take out container on the small coffee table, kicking his slides off and curling his legs up under the weighted blanket Jihoon got for Christmas. “ Tell me what’s on your mind. I know you too well to not see the cogs turning inside your head.” 

Jihoon rubbed his hands together nervously, letting his eyes gaze around the room as he mulled over his words. “ I-” He started, swallowing down the lump in his throat. “ I got something- I want to do something but I want your opinion on it.” 

Quickly he stood and went over to his desk, reached behind the monitors and pulled out a jewelry pouch and a small ring box before shuffling back. Seungcheol had an inquisitive look in his eye but kept his face neutral. Each of the members had a ring box like this, it held their group rings that were given every new full length album. 

“ It’s been on my mind for a while. I bit the bullet after the new year’s event and got a necklace but then I internally panicked because I didn’t know if it was a good idea so I asked you if we could hang out-” 

“Wah, Jihoon-ah.” Seungcheol chuckled quietly, “ I’ve never heard you ramble this much before. Start from the beginning.” 

Jihoon swallowed that lump again, looking down at the pouch and pulling out the simple silver chain he had bought. “ I…Love Ruby-ah. I feel like I haven’t shown that enough but they are always caring for me and supporting me. Everyone knows how much the group rings mean to us, it’s our connection, and I wanted to…give some to them to wear on a necklace. As a symbol that I love and trust them enough to have them in their possession.” 

Seungcheol let out a dramatic gasp, bringing both hands to his chest and throwing his head back. “ Oh my heart- I’m a sensitive man, please.” 

“Hyung! Be serious.” 

“I am! I’m seriously thinking you are one of the cutest people in this group even if you hate being called cute!” 

“Hyung-” Jihoon scoffed and made a sound of complaint. “ Please.” 

Seungcheol tugged the blanket higher up on his legs, putting his hands up in surrender. “ Go on, go on.” 

It took a few moments before Jihoon continued, taking second and third rings from the Teen, Age and An Ode albums out of the ring case. He unclasped the necklace and slid the chain through the rings before re-clasping it. “ I want these to be a promise to them. A promise of how I feel about them…A promise of the life I want us to have in the future…together. I want to spend the rest of my life with them before I want to, not because fate tells me too…” 

The older man looked over at him, the hair on the back of Jihoon’s neck standing up as he was being perceived. “ Jihoon-ah…Are you thinking what I think you are thinking?” 

Silence blanketed the two of them as Jihoon spun his rings between his fingers, lost in his own thoughts. 

There was a joke that he made many times between the members that he has never been in love yet he has written about it so many times. He’s written countless songs, poems, compositions all about the one feeling that everyone says feels so light and rejuvenating, and feeling it was almost exactly what people said and more. 

Love was overwhelming. It was an ever evolving feeling that takes many forms between friends, family, and partners. To him, love was a confusing feeling at first when he and Ruby got closer. It was different from the love he felt for his friends or his family. It sparked and ignited a flame within his heart that warmed him when he was cold and pushed him to be wholly himself. It was euphoric and breathtaking, making his heart beat faster and his thoughts scramble. It was no longer the scary, unknown feeling that he couldn’t put a word to, but a blossoming feeling that he could always have within his reach. 

He gnawed on the inside of his cheek, placing the necklace now adorning the rings back in the pouch, closing it securely. 

“ Do you…believe I’m crazy for thinking about it?” Raising his eyes, he met his friend’s soft gaze, a smile spread on Seungcheol’s lips.

“ I don’t think you are crazy, Jihoon-ah. I think you are in love.” 

“Do you see them?! ” Ruby was bouncing on their toes, head whipping around the airport arrival area. 

He fixed the hood on their head, making sure their mask was on properly. “ They just landed, it will take them a moment to get through with their things.” 

They felt anxious and excited, they barely slept the previous night until he pulled them to bed and held them down to sleep. It only took twenty minutes of them rambling before sleep took hold much to his delight. Their grandparent’s flight wouldn’t land until mid-afternoon so he needed to find some way to get them to rest. 

Jisung had picked them up with another security guard, the latter sitting with the van at the pick up line while Jisung stood beside them. 

“I’m excited.” 

Jihoon simply nodded, sliding his hands into the front of his sweatshirt, gazing around. At his own insistence, he had Ruby speak to him in English more since it was probably easier to communicate, but Ruby promised to be there if he needed a hand. 

He…didn’t give them the necklace yet. Every time he wanted to, it didn't feel right and between moving, organizing, and their grandparents coming, he wanted to wait. He wanted it to be right. 

Ruby linked arms with him, leaning their body weight against him. “They are gonna love you.” 

Slowly the time ticked on until Ruby tensed and was rushing away from him and Jisung. 

“Papa!” They yelled, rushing through people until they crashed into a man’s arms. 

“There is my little bear!” 

Both Jihoon and Jisung were hurrying to catch up, Jisung more panicked at Ruby’s jetting off than anything. 

“My baby-” Mimi pulled Ruby from her husband’s arms, pulling them into a hug. “Oh my baby, I have missed you so much. Look at you.” 

Mimi held Ruby’s face in her hands, smiling lovingly at her grandchild. 

“Mimi, Papa,” Ruby stepped back, quickly wiping their eyes and reaching for Jihoon’s hand, pulling him up towards where the three of them stood. “This is Jihoon. My soulmate.” 

Mimi gave him a once over, still smiling, tears making her eyes look glassy. “It’s very nice to meet you, Jihoon. We’ve heard so much about you.” 

Papa…Papa looked at him more critically, his expression stern as he held out a hand. Jihoon took it, feeling the firm grip the other man had which he matched easily, straightening his shoulders. “You better be taking care of my grandbaby. It’s nice to meet you, Jihoon.” 

“It’s nice to meet both of you too.” His words came out a little stuttered but Jihoon held firm. “Welcome to South Korea.” 

Ruby’s bond fluttered with happiness. “Let’s get you to the hotel to rest, it was a long flight.” 

“Oh please, I slept almost the entire time!” Mimi grabbed her suitcase handle and motioned towards Jisung. “Who is this young man?” 

“Security, ma’am, just in case.” Jisung answered flatly, offering to take both of their suitcases. Mimi was happy to hand hers over while Papa held onto his. 

“So Jihoon, where can someone get some good food around here?” Papa asked as the group exited the airport.