#good directions

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Omg would you ever do a mood board specifically for your small-town au? I love it so much!

jack kelly; small town au

“I’m nothin’ if not spontaneous,” Jack smirks. “Ain’t that what you always say?”

“I always say that you’re a dumbass, not spontaneous.”

“Same thing, ain’t it?”

GOD I LOVED THIS THANK YOU AHHHHHH

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Good Directions

Harry sells fruit from his truck in the middle of Montana, Louis is looking for a change of pace. Based on the song Good Directions by Billy Currington Harry&Louis Teen&Up  2723 

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A gift for @tomlinshires for her beautiful ideas on a GO/1D Au...that I have yet to write...

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OMG i just read the new chapter of good directions and aaaaahhhh it was so goooddd!

AWWWW THANK YOU SO MUCH AJDGWIDHSJ IM SO GLAD PEOPLE ARE LIKING IT

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Last Line Challenge

The ever lovely @beelou tagged me to share the last line I wrote so here you go! From my farmer!Harry fic!

"You can try one if you want. Satisfaction guaranteed," Harry says with a wink as he plucks two of the little red fruits from the basket, offering one to the other man and taking one for himself, which he pulls off the stem with his teeth. 

I'll tag @adoredontour @deludedandlostcause @fallinglikethis @louandhazaf @eeveelou and @lululawrence if you want to share!

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This was supposed to be something silly but it turned into something sweet (I guess) with Hog/Mako.

Oh well. Maybe I’ll make another sillier piece with Hana and her babies.

As if sensing something, the geese were restless. Hog and Bacon watched them as they milled about, pacing back and forth as one enormous group as if a part of a hive mind.

“Creepy, innit?” Jamie asked from his perch astride Hog’s broad shoulders. He was so light that he hardly noticed the weight, a ridiculous notion but one that Hog was accustomed to after so many years with the other man. “Birds. Never much liked ‘em.”

Hog grunted in agreement and Bacon nudged her big head under his arm to solicit attention. He scratched her in an absent minded sort of way as he watched the geese chatter, honk, and strut around the pen.

“Not even to eat,” Jamie continued as if ignoring Hog’s distraction. It was unsurprising that his mind was on food – it always was and probably always would be. “Except the legs and wings - everything else is just too dry. So I suppose I like bird well enough so long as it’s dead and cooked.”

Bacon snorted and Hog reached into one of his pockets for a treat. She was hopelessly spoiled but she was a good pig regardless and gamely followed him around. Smarter than most of the dogs he’d ever had.

But that wasn’t fair to the first Daisy, one of his late father’s hunting hounds. She was scarily intelligent and the sweetest thing. It was a shame what happened to her.

The geese – and a hard shove of Bacon’s big head – brought him out of his melancholy and absently he handed her another treat. She gave him a smug snort and ate the treat, only drooling in his hand a little. Wiping his hand on his pants, Hog focused back on the geese who looked around on their waving necks like a bunch of flowers waving in the wind.

“Back with me, buddy?” Jamie asked, looking down at Hog who grunted in agreement. “Y’ think they know Hana’s back?”

Hog shrugged, making Jamie bounce on his shoulders with a wild cackle. As if to echo Jamie’s laugh, the geese all honked and fanned their wings. Bacon grunted but soothed when Hog’s big hand fell behind her ears and scratched.

While Hana, Jesse, and Hanzo were visiting Hanzo’s family in Japan, it had fallen to Jamie and Hog (unsurprisingly) to watch her little flock of hybridized geese. They made it clear just how much they appreciated their abandonment and how little they appreciated their Not-Our-Mother caretakers (and Bacon especially, who turned out to be a good deterrent from misbehavior).

Bacon grunted and turned her head toward the dirt road that led to Base, which they could just barely see in the distance through the silvery haze of rain. After a moment, Jamie and Hog’s duller human ears could distantly hear an ATV and watched as like magnets all of the geese turned toward the sound. Their rude honks almost sounded excited and more of them fanned their wings.

Soon they could see one of the ATVs from Base rumbling down the dirt road. The motif on the hood was a cow skull – possibly Reyes, but most likely Jesse and from the way the geese all clustered by that side of the fence, Hana was along for the ride and they somehow knew it.

Hog grunted and rolled his shoulders; obligingly, Jamie grabbed the ham-sized fist he offered and swung down as with his other hand, Hog nudged Bacon. “Guard,” he told her and she scrambled to her feet with a grunt. The potbellied pig waddled down the stairs of the porch and loped with surprising speed for such a large creature toward the fence as the ATV came closer.

The geese made an unholy racket as Hana dismounted from the ATV. “Mama’s home!” she cried and ran the rest of the way to the gate which she quickly unlatched as Bacon drew close.

With Bacon nearby, the geese were more hesitant to flock to Hana, but that was alright because Hog had trained her (and his other pigs) to do such a thing when there were visitors. The geese used to flock all over Hana when they were excited, something that would quickly become a problem as they grew larger. Bacon was useful as a herding pig in this instance as the silly birds would mind her presence.

“Bacon!” Hana squealed excitedly, bending to wrap her arms around the pig’s massive neck. She disappeared for a moment, swamped by excited geese and hidden by the bulk of Bacon’s enormous shoulders.

Jesse pulled the ATV around the rest of the way, having let Hana dismount to greet her babies. “Hey!” he greeted them as Hog lumbered off the porch. Jamie leaned against the post and waved. “Thanks for taking care of the babies.”

“No problem, mate!” Jamie exclaimed as if he hadn’t just been grumbling about birds earlier. Hog kept careful watch over the geese and Hana. With a grunt, he handed her a small (to him) burlap bag of cracked corn.

“Did they behave?” Hana asked him with a wide grin. She was already muddy with steel grey feathers in her hair and on her clothes. “Thanks!” she added as she accepted the bag and began distributing her treats.

Hog grunted. “‘Course not,” he told her.

Unafraid of such a hulking monster of a man, Hana grinned up at him. Bacon moved through the flock, nudging the more aggressively affectionate birds away from Hana with her snout. “Can we take them to the pond?”

Hog looked up at the sky. “Later,” he decided. Hana pouted but it was all for show; it slid off her face like the light rain dripping off the backs of her “babies” as she continued to spread her treats on the ground around her.

“Tea’s ready,” Jamie called from the porch.

“I had really good tea in Japan,” Hana told Hog apologetically though she was already dusting her hands off. “Li Xuan-Feng is such a tea snob. You’ll see if they visit. I think it’ll take some time to get used to tea after tasting what they made.”

Hog grunted. He didn’t know who this Li Xuan-Feng was, but it was an irrelevant detail. The rain and the light chill of the air didn’t bother him at all but really he was more concerned for little Hana. “Pen,” he told Bacon who echoed his grunt and began nudging some of the geese toward the pen. “Dry off,” he suggested to Hana. “You’ll get sick.”

To his surprise, Hana wrapped her arms as much as she could around his massive belly. “I missed you, Hog,” she said with a brilliant smile up at him. She turned and ran toward the house he shared with Jamie, throwing herself at the other man in a flying hug.

“Hmm,” Hog said and obligingly latched the gate to the pen when Bacon squealed indignantly. “Missed you too,” he said though Hana couldn’t hear. From Jamie’s smile, he knew.

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@tevokkia replied to your post “Gen. Genji,” Rishi said gently. “This needs to stop.” On the other...”

lol, so how long until Genji surrenders in his month-long solo Cat duties?

Day 1: Genji is on time and escapes Cat’s wrath. He is afraid because Rishi timed the start of his month-long solo Cat duties with a tattoo expo as well as a brief tour with a fellow artist around the north Jersey area. He begs Rishi with his eyes not to go but Rishi tells him it’s for his own good.

Day 2: Cat appears to be merciful and does not maim him when he is late by one minute. 

Day 5: Genji waddles in to his shift at North Wind. When asked, he explains that Cat had jumped on his balls when he was five minutes late to waking up and feeding him. Cat also shows his displeasure by puking in Genji’s shoes. He comes back to find a turd in the middle of the kitchen while Cat glares from the window. While Genji still has trouble feeding him on time, after that he is always on time to clean Cat’s litter box at the end of the day. 

Day 7: Genji thought he was safe by closing the door to his bedroom. Cat’s wailing transcends wooden doorways. 

Day 8: Rishi returns. Genji appears to not be missing any important bits. They both ignore the lines of scratches on Genji’s chest...well they try to ignore it but Rishi just starts laughing. Genji is Very Unhappy that he is being cock-blocked by their demon cat because Rishi can’t stop laughing at the scratches. 

Day 9: Genji considers giving up. Rishi and Cat look too smug so he refuses to give them the satisfaction. The unholy wails have toned down; Genji knows it’s because Rishi is back and Cat loves Rishi. 

Day 11: A priest is called while Rishi is at the shop in an attempt at either getting Cat blessed or exorcising the demon completely. The priest is chased away by Cat who tears his cassock. Cat takes his white collar as a trophy.

Day 14: Genji tries bargaining with Cat. Cat bites his nose. When Rishi comes home, he solemnly tells Genji that there is no bargaining with a demon like Cat. 

Day 16: Genji begs Rishi to have mercy. Rishi points out that Genji got himself into this mess because he wants to have plants in their otherwise lifeless apartment (because no one in their right mind would could Cat as a “living creature”). He secretly hopes that Genji continues because even though they had such short and tragic lives, Rishi also misses the plants. 

Day 18: Somehow it finally clicks. Genji uses five alarms to wake up and feed Cat. 

Day 29: Life seems to have returned to normal, or as normal as one could get without exorcising the demon that is Cat. (Only normal amounts of wailing, puking, pooping, biting, and scratching from Cat).

Day 35: Genji forgot that he only had to take care of Cat for a month and continues to do so...on time. Rishi rewards him with a small aloe plant. 

Day 37: The aloe plant is dead. 

Day 38: Rishi gives up and buys plastic plants. He doesn’t tell Genji and lets him think that he has finally gotten over his “curse” of killing plants. 

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“Jesse,” Hanzo breathed.

The man in question chuckled and pushed him over the table. “Don’t be like that, darlin’,” he said with a laugh as he kicked Hanzo’s legs wider, running his fingers over his husband’s lower back. His thumbs felt the tiny divots over his pelvis and he let them rest there for a moment, teasing Hanzo with the idea of moving his fingers lower.

Hanzo’s head and shoulders shot up before Jesse could stop him. “Jesse!” he said, scandalized.

Pressing a hand between his shoulders, Jesse pushed down - albeit gently - so that Hanzo was lying down again. He was large enough that if he really wanted to fight, Hanzo could and would probably overpower Jesse.

When he didn’t protest, Jesse’s hands slid up his muscled back, curling over the gentle jut of his shoulder blades.

Jesse leaned down, pressing a searing line with his husband from groin to chest. “Don’t lie,” he breathed into Hanzo’s ear. “You want this. If you don’t, just say the word, darlin’.”

When Hanzo did nothing (just a little sullen), Jesse chuckled and pressed a kiss to the back of his neck. He chuckled again when he pressed and Hanzo moaned.

“You’re so tight, darlin’,” Jesse breathed. “Haven’t been doing this often enough I think.”

Hanzo twisted and groaned beneath him despite his best efforts to keep still and relax. Jesse knew from experience that it was the best kind of pain and release, balancing on the knife’s edge of relaxing into the insistent pressure despite the sharp prickle of pain. “Jesse,” he breathed more insistently. “Not here!”

“Why not?” Jesse asked with a laugh, pressing harder. Hanzo mumbled something that sounded like unsanitary. Maybe it was improper, but Hanzo’s faint accent increased in times like this and with his face pressed against the table his speech was slurred anyway. “Just gotta be careful, huh? Not make a mess?”

But he loved making Hanzo a mess like this, watching his eyes go unfocused and hearing those lovely moans as he pressed down, the little pops beneath his fingers.

The chef whined when Jesse’s rhythm increased before succeeding in going limp. He just let Jesse manipulate his body, more focused on trying not to drool all over the table. Seemingly all too soon it was over and Jesse was backing up.

Hanzo let himself lay there for a few second before pushing himself to his feet and rolling out his shoulders.

“How’s that?” Jesse asked, leaning casually against the table next to him with his arms crossed. He was a little too smug for Hanzo’s tastes but unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on how one looked at it) it was entirely warranted.

Hanzo rolled his eyes. “Fishing for compliments is unbecoming,” he informed his husband but nonetheless tipped his head back for the warm kiss Jesse leaned down to give him. He rolled his shoulders again. “But you know you got it.”

Chuckling, Jesse leaned down to collect his payment - another kiss - before allowing Hanzo to return to the kitchen to continue prep for dinner. The poor man had been under a lot of stress lately and a huge knot had developed beneath his right shoulder blade. Well, under both shoulder blades but more his right than his left and it was affecting the way he slept and functioned.

What kind of husband would he be if he let Hanzo suffer?

(He definitely didn’t have an ulterior motive in hearing those lovely groans and moans, not at all.)

Grabbing a rag, he was about to wipe down the table when he caught sight of Pums standing in the doorway. He gestured with a thumb to his own lips as an example. “You, uh, got a little bit of drool there.”

It was such a rare sight to see Pums so off-kilter; he savored it while he could. She blushed bright red, sent a scathing look his way, and stomped back out.

Laughing, Jesse got to work on the table.

Zarya patted Pums’ shoulder with a massive hand, personally impressed when she didn’t stagger as much as someone her size typically would.

“It happens,” Angela said.

“They’re disgusting,” Fareeha added, thinking back to the times she had caught them in the gym together. “Hanzo on his own is bad enough-”

“Good workout partner!” Zarya interrupted. “Skips leg day too much.”

Pums groaned in frustration. Her blush was still very evident on her cheeks. “I hate them. Why do they have to be so hot together?”

“At this point it should be a club,” Angela mused absently.