Any thoughts on the cliché tattoo artist/florist AU but for Bill and Colin?
i'm so torn on who should take on which role bc i could honestly see it going either way 😅
okay i'll go with the assumed alignment of colin being the tattoo artist & bill being the florist
the flower shop is a family business and bill's set to become owner/manager of the store bc of his dad's health but it's not really his true passion; i think he'd really wanna get into visual art, which makes him a perfect match for colin
colin gives bill his first tattoo, probably towards the end of the story, and of course it's a flower of some sort but it's in full color rather than black & white and it's based on a watercolor painting bill made (at some point prior to the start of the story, since art is a side passion for him until he meets colin)
not to get horny with it but when they eventually hook up, bill traces all of colin's tats with his fingers and tongue
colin also has pierced ears & an eyebrow piercing in addition to his tattoo sleeves on either arm and several chest tattoos (he's not head-to-toe covered but still quite decorated)
bonus i have to include: colin has angel wing tattoos on his back
Hey, hey, hey. Have we considered……… Moustead + cockwarming?
take a break
Mouse could feel his teeth, and his eyelashes, and he could hear the fluorescent lights up above him. He wanted to cry by the end of the day of work, and he didn’t want anyone to look at him ever. On the ride home, he put on his headphones, with a calming sound of green noise playing, and ignored all the other passengers on the train with him. He couldn’t look at anyone, not without wanting to vomit if someone perceived him. He listened to his gentle noise and practiced his breathing, and he didn’t think about anyone or anything as much as he could.
The problem came when he got home and he had to do his laundry, and pay some bills, and make dinner, and – and – and -
It was a lot. Adulthood was a never-ending list of things that had to be done, ongoing and building even when one thing was finished, there were always things that needed to be tended to. He didn’t want to be an adult anymore, but being a child hadn’t been much better, not for him. He hadn’t had any agency, any say in his life, in who he hung out with, in what he studied, in what he wanted from the future. He didn’t even dress himself. His mother had controlled him in all facets of his life until he hadn’t even been sure who he was separate from her.
He still wasn’t sure who he was most days.
That day was one of them, and he just wanted his boyfriend.
Mouse: come over i need you
Jay: I'm at work for another hour can you wait or is this a now now thing
Mouse: now now
Jay: on my way
He puttered around his apartment, waiting for Jay to show up, picking up his living room coffee table and side tables, just out of nervous energy running manic inside of his mind. He just needed something to do until Jay was there.
He got so in his mind about where to put the books he’d taken out from the library that he couldn’t put anywhere else but they looked cluttered on his table and he couldn’t put them on his bookshelf if he wanted to ever return them, he didn’t even hear Jay enter until Jay’s hand touched him gently on the shoulder.
“Hey,” Jay said softly as Mouse jumped, ready to fight the intruder. “Just me, baby.”
“Oh, hey. Thanks for coming over.”
“Of course. What’s going on?”
“I feel bad,” he muttered.
“What kind of bad?”
“Brain buzzy,” he answered. “Brain - brain bad.”
“Okay, like, a nose dive into some mild queso dip brain bad or, like, a visit to the shadier side of Chicago for a different kind of treat brain bad?”
“Neither,” he answered honestly. “I can feel my arm hair kind of brain bad.”
“Okay, how can I help, then?”
Mouse hadn’t really thought that far ahead, but his mouth was moving before his brain could catch up.
“Can I warm your cock for a while?”
It wasn’t anything they hadn’t done before, but it had been a bit since Mouse had asked. It was always for him more than Jay, because there was something soothing about having his mouth filled without expectation, just keeping Jay’s cock warm inside of him.
“Yeah, baby, of course,” Jay said with a small smile. “Couch or bed?”
“Couch? We could watch a movie.”
“I love the sound of that. Do you have a preference?”
Jay took Mouse by the hand and guided him over to the couch, and had him get a blanket and set up the TV while Jay kicked off his boots and undid his jeans. He stripped off his jeans and left them, with his socks and boots, by the side table. There was still a mug from Mouse’s tea that morning, and Mouse reached for it to take it into the kitchen.
“No,” Jay said firmly enough that it dropped Mouse’s hand. “We’ll deal with that later. Sit down.”
It didn’t leave any room to argue without making Mouse feel boxed in, and Mouse sat down at the command.
“That’s better,” Jay said softly, and he sank onto the couch beside Mouse, settling back against the cushion. “Find something to watch?”
“Yeah, how do you feel about Iron Chef America?” Mouse asked.
“Whatever you need, baby,” Jay said, and he tugged the waistband of his boxers down so his cock was freed. He was soft, but Mouse didn’t need him aroused for this to help, since Jay was certainly more of a shower than a grower. Besides, even if he were hard when he slipped in, the lack of friction or stimulation would flag his erection anyway. “C’mere and keep my cock warm.”
Mouse let himself fall into Jay and cuddle into Jay’s lap, head back against his belly while he lounged. Jay took his cock in hand and rubbed the tip against his lips until Mouse let his mouth fall open, and Jay slipped inside. He let out a soft hum above Mouse, and ran his fingers softly through Mouse’s hair, gentle strokes with his fingernails whispered against his scalp. It was one of the few times that Mouse felt comfortable being touched without it being sexual, and Jay took advantage of that every time. He stroked patient hands over Mouse’s face and neck, rubbed his shoulders and arm, wherever he could touch him, and for once, it soothed him.
“Let it all go,” Jay murmured while he turned on the first season of Iron Chef America that was streaming.
Mouse let his body relax, focusing only on the feel of Jay’s cock between his lips, against his tongue, the silky-smooth skin with that Jay taste. He let the buzzing thoughts fade away as Alton Brown explained how Iron Chef had taken root in America and how they had their own Kitchen Stadium now. He couldn’t be stressed here, this is where he felt safest. All he could smell, and taste, and feel was Jay Halstead, his belly pillowing Mouse’s head and the waistband of his boxers tickling Mouse’s chin a little where he rested, cheek pressed between his hips.
“Mm, good boy,” Jay breathed.
Slipping would imply that he didn’t do it intentionally, but Mouse eased into a blissful state, some would call it a subspace, but he wasn’t submissive to Jay. They only did this when Mouse wanted it. It wasn’t a punishment, it wasn’t a reward, it was simply Mouse needing the intimacy that came along with the act. So, it wasn’t a subspace, but it was something that he could sink into, a place where he felt at ease, where he felt loved and cared for, where he didn’t have to worry about anything or anyone, just got to lay with his head in his boyfriend’s lap, cock cradled in his mouth, and didn’t have to think about the drugs he craved constantly or his ever-present aches or his shattered mirror confidence. He got to be nothing for once.
It was perfect.
It was all so perfect.
The brushing of fingernails against his scalp lulled him even further down, and he was so content to stay there. Two and a half episodes passed before Jay spoke up.
“Do you want to come up yet?”
Mouse blinked and glanced up at him, Jay still pleasantly soft in his mouth.
“It’s okay if the answer’s no, sweetheart. I’m in no rush.”
Mouse closed his eyes and rested his head back down, and Jay sighed a happy, fond sound, hand still making a slow, purposeful trek through his hair.
“That’s it, Mouse. Take a break. I’ll be here when you want to surface.”
I'm sitting here reading the anons you are responding to like ??? y'all, it is a TV show, also it's a DRAMA TV show. there's gonna be drama.
let the slow burn burn slowly, if Buddie is what canon is going for
if that (explicitly romantic Buddie) is not what canon is going for, live in fanfiction world like the rest of us
....why are you being rude and negative in someone's inbox? keep that to your own blog/dashboard
however, I, a known (and relatively annoying) multishipper, would like to specifically request more TommyBuck content. it sounds fun and chaotic. I'm down to read a million fics of them, actually.
no like fr like. i think people need to remember that at the end of the day none of this is real, and writers will craft storylines for maximum drama and impact. none of these characters are real and eddie diaz is not in a corner somewhere crying because i wrote about buck kissing another man.
as for bucktommy content, me and several other authors are currently working on fics, but my bffl @buddieblr has published a WONDERFUL fic which you can find here!!
I have been pushing posting this off because after I send the ask I kinda got shy and anxious about this…But here it is!!
This is a fanart gift for @gregorygerwitz and @kitthekazoo based on their amazing Magic AU
It was supposed to be a Christmas gift but apparently, I made this drawing a bit complex for my art skills xD
I try to give a visual and color representation of each power base on the moodboards and small snippets and information that you have posted so far and how I saw that in my mind, im not going to post it here but if someone is interested to know my thought process you can ask me!
I hope you like it, you both are awesome and creative so I wanted to gift you something that reflectes that...
The preview image look pixaleted but if you click on it it look fine (sorry about that)
“i’m not good with sarcasm: if you don’t like me, just say it.” Mouse + anyone 💜
"Are you okay?" he asks, blinking a few times as he says it, as if he's also in shock that the words have come out of his moth; for all she knows about Mouse, he probably is.
"Yes," Nadia answers patiently, shrugging her shoulders. Mouse is weird, but he's also nice. Weird, Nadia can handle-- God knows all of the things she had seen on the streets. Jerks, she doesn't have the time for, "Can I ask why?"
"You always say good morning to me. Today you didn't."
This time she blinks in surprise, wondering many things about this man and not having any of the answers. But she's not one to judge. Erin pulled her off the streets and Jay pulled him off the streets-- they're on even footing as far she's concerned.
"Is that the best part of your day or something? Waiting for me to say hi to you?"
"I'm not good with sarcasm: if you don't like me, just say it."
"No, no, no. Mouse," she rushes out, her turn to be nervous, "I'm-- I was making a joke. Maybe a dumb one. You're fine, we're fine. Everything is-- I'm just a little cranky this morning because I slept weird and my shoulder hurts."
"Oh, he says quietly, nodding awkwardly, "sorry, I--"
"No, it's fine. Don't apologize. It's nice that you noticed, actually. Maybe you should be a detective."
"Probably not," he shrugs, lips curving up the smallest amount noticeable, "I got a criminal record and all that, in case you haven't heard."
