#80somegaverse

fic promo collage. a blurry neon blue and pink and purple photo of a nightclub. two hands holding. a wolf's snout with a hand coming out of it Jisung in a leather jacket with silver hair, head resting on his hand. Minho with black hair in a leather jacket standing in a kitchen. it says RUN and iilen in pink glowing font.

RUN, E
minsung
24.2k words
omegaverse, soulmates, shapeshifting, omega/omega minsung, trans Jisung, mind the full tags.

1987 is going to be Jisung's year, he just knows it.

#fics #nsfwstay #80somegaverse

archiveofourown.org/works/76538066

He turns in a daze, hardly realizing where he is. Two soft hands find his flushed cheeks. “Jisung? Are you okay?” Minho looks at him with concern. “I…” He blinks through the haze and finds himself once more surrounded by a crowd of people. “Yeah. I’m just…tired,” he lies, and he can tell the other man sees through it. Minho lets it go, however, his eyes narrowing before his face softens. “Okay. Why don’t we get a cab?” The ride is quiet, but there’s a tension sizzling beneath the surface. Minho looks at him with surprise when Jisung laces their fingers together, but the look melts into a soft smile. His head falls onto Jisung’s shoulder as his thumb traces patterns along the back of Jisung’s hand.

He lets his eyes close as he turns his head towards the other’s, tilting down to bury his nose into silky locks. Jisung inhales deeply a scent of herbs and spices and home; it melts away any lingering tension in his body. Without much thought, he brings Minho’s hand up and nuzzles the side of his face against it; a satisfied purr leaves the other man. If he could, Jisung would stop the world, stop time, to exist in this moment forever. There is something else laying in wait inside of him, however, that is looking forward to the next moment.

happy wip Wednesday with this little piece from my #80somegaverse fic, just before things really pop off 👀

If you want me, you can find me Left of center, off of the strip In the outskirts and in the fringes In the corner, out of the grip Jisung makes his way towards the bar in the back corner, which proves to be more of a challenge than he’d hoped. The warehouse is massive, and yet it is still packed to the brim. It’s humid from the sheer number of bodies, making it hard to breathe at times. Instead of being claustrophobic, however, something about it makes Jisung feel alive. It’s electrifying. He’s just one of many, all looking for an outlet, an ounce of freedom, even if just for the night. No one here knows his name, what he does for a living or the way it sucks the energy out of him, or the way he sometimes cries himself to sleep from the aching loneliness his life has bred in him. No one knows the things he struggles with, the way his chest aches from the compression bound around it, the way he struggles with looking at himself in the mirror some days. He could be anyone here, and just the mere idea of it is thrilling.

// trans Jisung, mention of gender dysphoria, omegaverse

determined to finish my #80somegaverse fic for pride

“I still can’t believe you actually went there and met him. Must have felt kinda special—like a movie or something,” Seungmin says in wistful awe, a gentle smile on his face. Jisung had called his friend the next day to tell him all about it—or, mostly about it; some things he kept just for him and Minho. “Glad you went for it, kiddo. Shame, though,” Chan says, tapping his lips with his chopsticks, “that he’s also an omega. Good to have more friends, though! I’m sure it’ll be nice to have some more omegas to spend time with, rather than always being with us alphas,” the older man laughs cheerfully. Jisung’s eyes dart briefly over to the way Seungmin’s smile has become plastic on his face. “Uh. Yeah, sure, hyung. Thanks.” Jisung pushes his chair away from the break room table, dumps his half-eaten, wilted salad in the trash, and wades through a gray sea of cubicles until he finds his own identical one once more.

// omegaverse, omega/omega minsung, omegaverse flavor of homophobia

back in my #80somegaverse wip and remembering how much I love this story. maybe I should finish it for pride.

Jisung wasn’t sure how long he should wait until he called Minho, but he figured it shouldn’t be another week. On Tuesday, after wrapping up at work, he dials out to make a personal call. It rings for a while, and Jisung is sure he’s going to get an automated message, figuring someone like Minho surely isn’t home at 5 p.m. on a Tuesday evening to answer the phone call of some stranger he hardly– “Hello?” “H– Hello! Hi! Uh. Hello.” A gentle chuckle comes from the other end of the line. “Han Jisung.” It’s not a question. “Yeah,” Jisung laughs, “it’s me. Hi.” “You said that. Hello back.” Some rustling and a bit of static comes through before the hushed, silken voice on the other end murmurs, “I was worried you may not call.”

“Of course I was going to call. I just… Aren’t you supposed to, like, wait or whatever before you call someone you…you like?” “Wait for what?” Jisung frowns. “Well… I dunno. Just, you know, wait.” “You like me?” “You’re so annoying,” Jisung huffs, smiling at the cackle he receives. “Come dance with me tonight, Jisungie.” It’s quiet for a moment in Jisung’s cubicle, though the sound in his head is cacophonous, filled with loud music and hot breaths. “Ji–?” “On a, a Tuesday?” “Why not?” “I dunno.” “Is this like the waiting thing? Because you’re not supposed to?”

“Of course I was going to call. I just… Aren’t you supposed to, like, wait or whatever before you call someone you…you like?”

“Wait for what?”

Jisung frowns. “Well… I dunno. Just, you know, wait.”

#iilen’swips #80somegaverse #nsfwstay

// omegaverse, a bit of internalized homophobia but in the omegaverse sense, implied jealousy, trans masc Jisung

a late night wip from my 80s omega/omega fic

#iilen’swips #80somegaverse

// trans masc Jisung, intersex omegaverse, spit

a look at my #80somegaverse minsung 😌😌

#ficart

// blood, werewolf, maybe horror because of the image

what if i told you this was kind of a spoiler for my trans sapphic omega/omega minsung #80somegaverse?

a mood board Kay made for me for my 80s sapphic omegaverse 😌🐺

#80somegaverse

They were right—he did want the green bottle. It tastes like tobacco, cherry lip balm, and something earthy. It feels like soft, wavy, dark locks between his fingers, rows of dangling earrings brushing against his knuckles; it’s plush between his lips, full between his teeth. It sighs into him with every mouthful he swallows. Jisung pants against the other’s mouth, each giggling softly as their hips bump and roll against one another in loose rhythm with the music filling the small, dark nightclub. He moans softly as the other drags their fingers down his back, gripping at his t-shirt beneath his jacket; he feels their shaky whine against his chin when he sucks their plump upper lip between his own. Jisung can feel himself grinning ever wider as the other slips wanting hands into his own silky, silver locks. He wants to say something—something interesting, or witty, or cool; he wants to tell them he’s never done anything like this before, but that he’s glad it’s with them; he wants to

// omegaverse

okay! my first wip wed here

my 80s omega/omega minsung fic ft. the sapphic bingo card that I am doing a full blackout for this fic—every square here will be in this (but maybe not how you think 😏)

I ADORE this wip, and it’s a WILD fucking ride.

#80somegaverse
#iilen’swips