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binder positivity by joey

🔹he/him/his🔹

AU where Maggie has just moved to National City, and she takes her dog into the vet to get a regular checkup, where she meets the vet who happens to be a very attractive Alex Danvers. Cue Maggie bringing her dog in at least once a week. “He hasn’t been eating much lately.” “He isn’t playing with his favorite toy anymore.” “I think he has a runny nose. Do dogs get colds?” “He just looks sad, don’t you think?” until one day Alex sees Maggie walking in and laughs and says, “Are you gonna keep making excuses to bring your dog in every single week, or are you gonna ask me out already, Sawyer?”

Moving house

Alright, the queue’s finally run out. The time has come.

We’ve had a good, long run, this blog and I. It just had its 8th birthday on Feb 11th and everything. But things happen. People change. There are a lot of reasons to move to a new account, actually, spanning from “my tagging on here is inconsistent” to “my follower list is littered with the inactive blogs of some people I used to love.” So. It’s complicated, y’know?

My main blog will be back at @xwhitenoise once again. My K-pop blog is @sweater-soo. Follow if you want; I won’t be offended if you don’t. Either way, if you’re still following this blog, you really don’t need to be, man. Unless you’re a sentimental fuck. Which is fine.

Anyway.

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Adam’s Beard

Quick fic that I wrote for Meryama (@adamtaylorwiles) since she’s killing people for bashing the beard :) …and she’s gonna wanna kill me after this.


“Your beard is getting a little long there, buddy,” Taylor yawned upon waking up to her boyfriend’s beard scratching her shoulder as he kissed her neck.

“You like the beard,”

“You’re absolutely right. I adore the beard. I just do not adore the beard when it is this long.” She moved her hand to pull on it, showing him how long it was actually getting.

“I’m too lazy to shave it,”

“I’ll shave it for you,”

“What?”

“Come on!” Taylor laughed, getting out of bed and pulling Adam along with her to the bathroom. She found his electric razor and he helped her to put the correct bit on the end of it as he put on pre-shave lotion.

“Don’t take off too much,” he warned her before handing the razor over to her. She bit her lip. The idea of shaving his beard for him was better in her head.

“Actually, maybe you should do it. I haven’t done this before. My only knowledge of shaving a man’s face is watching you shave. I don’t want to hurt you,”

“No, no, no. You said you were going to do it. Just don’t get the razor too close to my skin and shave bottom to top rather than top to bottom,”

“Okay.” Taylor jumped onto the bathroom counter and reached for Adam’s arm so that he would come closer to her. When he was a good distance from her face, she turned on the razor and cupped his jaw in her free hand, holding it steady. She started on the scraggly bits under his chin.

“Careful,” Adam warned her. “Go slow,” She did as she was told and shaved off a bit of hair, stopping as soon as she’d done her first swipe.

“Like that?”

“Just like that,”

“Was that too much?” Adam inspected it in the mirror before shrugging.

“Nah. You can even take off a little bit more if you want,” Taylor continued to trim Adam’s beard and he patiently guided her. After a little while, she set the razor down and brought her hands to his beard, feeling the length of it.

“Back up a little bit,” she said, letting his face go. He did as he was told and took a few steps back. Taylor looked at him and licked her lips. “Damn. I think that’s good. Actually, I know that’s good.”

“You sure?”

“I think I need a kiss to be positive,”

“Of course you do,” he laughed, moving right back to the counter. He put his hands on the outside of her thighs as he leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers. Taylor hummed and her hands locked into his hair, kissing him deeper.

“Yup. It’s good.“