#...I made the gifset yesterday and knew I had to make this too. these happen within MINUTES of each other (& near yuffie both times)

[emblazons]

"You Okay?" • "I'm Okay."

Cloud Strife & Tifa Lockhart Nibelheim Flashbacks • Final Fantasy VII (Rebirth)

Bonus: Yuffie Sees All

#...I made the gifset yesterday and knew I had to make this too. these happen within MINUTES of each other (& near yuffie both times) #the bond between these two was so plain throughout this game and I am OBSESSED with it #cloti #cloud x tifa #cloud strife #tifa lockhart #yuffie kisaragi #my gifs #ffvii gifs #ffviir spoilers #ffvii rebirth spoilers #final fantasy spoilers #userlockescoles #ffedit #ffgraphics #ff7r #ff7 rebirth #final fantasy vii #ff7 spoilers #ffvii analysis #< barely but. parallels always go in that equvalent tag for my ST stuff lmaoooo #flashing tw

[illfoandillfie]

Impersonal

As promised, here’s the smutty followup to yesterday’s blurb! This is the fifth post of seven in my Platonically themed event. Again, it’s not really been edited because it’s late and I’m very tired but alas, thats how it goes. 

Words: 2,278

Warning: some vague dom/sub dynamic stuff with a more dom Ben, spanking, it’s P in V sex but theres a lot of talk about butts. Also they’re still dorks. 

It had been a nice day. You and Ben had gone out with a few friends, just a little picnic in the park to catch up with everyone. If you’d been at all worried about publicly being together on a no romo day, then it was for nothing. As much as everyone there considered you and Ben to be an item, it mostly went ignored, aside from a couple of questions about how you’d gone living together so far. But having such a big lunch, everyone having brought something to share, neither of you were especially hungry at dinner time. Ben whipped up a pot of butted noodles for you to pick at as you watched TV but it was soon set aside as you shifted to lean against the arm rest with your legs stretched out to lay over Ben’s thighs. Each of you were engrossed in your phones more than the quiz show he’d flicked on, occasionally sharing something you saw or read.  

You had opened tumblr and were scrolling through your dash, pausing to read longer bits here and there but mostly just liking images and reblogging memes. Until you hit a patch of not safe for work content. One of the porn blogs you’d long since forgotten you’d followed had hit a rare patch of activity, every second post one of theirs. Those posts you paid a little more attention to, especially when videos and explicit images were involved since you knew they were likely to be taken down soon and you didn’t want to miss out on seeing something hot. Unfortunately your headphones were in another room so you weren’t game to turn the sound on for any of the videos but the visuals and erotic comments below were enough to make you feel as if the room as heated up. You could feel yourself getting wetter at each new post but couldn’t seem to stop looking at them.  

A particularly good video of a sloppy blowjob made you clench your thighs together, your foot rubbing against Ben’s thigh as a result. His palm came to rest on the top of your foot, rubbing it soothingly, though his attention was still elsewhere. In fact, his gaze didn’t shift until a little later when you were looking at a very hot gifset of a woman on all fours, crying as she was pounded from behind. He cleared his throat. You jolted a little at the sound and tried not to look too guilty as you met his eye.   “You okay?” “Mmhmm,” His eyes travelled over you from the lip between your teeth to your tightly pressed thighs and your fingers wrapped firmly around the phone.   “I don’t mean to interrupt,” he said, clearly meaning to do exactly that, “but ummmm, are you watching porn right now?” “No,” you answered too quickly. “Hey, you don’t have to hide it if you are, go nuts. I’m just a little curious about what’s turned you on so much you’re practically panting. And can I help?” “I’m not watching anything. It’s just some gifs I saw.” “Well I think QPR law states you have to show me or you’d be a big meanie.” You chuckled and handed the phone to Ben, a little curious about how he’d react.   Ben watched the gifs through a couple of times before nodding, “Yeah, that’s uhhh, that’s pretty hot,” he rubbed your foot again as he kept watching the looped footage. “Are you turned on?” “Yeah, a bit,” “Hmmm, same.” “Should we-” “Do you wanna-” You spoke at the same time and then both laughed a little as you simultaneously agreed, “Yeah.” Immediately you swung your legs around intending to walk towards the bedroom and Ben followed for about two steps before he stopped suddenly, “Wait. This is a no romo day, right? Do you still feel anti-romance?” “Yes and yeah I think so. Why?” Ben shrugged, “I don’t think we’ve ever had sex on a no romo day so...how does it work?” “Oh, good point. Well.” you wanted to keep it brief, already worked up and wanting to move to the fun part, “I think it’s probably best if we keep it on kind of the rougher side, a little impersonal even. Could you maybe hit it from behind? I’m not really sure eye contact and all that stuff would be as fun for me right now.” “No need to ask twice. My hot partner wants me to look at her gorgeous arse while I fuck her? Yeah definitely into that.” “Jesus I’d forgotten you’re an arse man.” It was true too. As much as Ben might prefer ass to tits he also enjoyed the visual stimulation of watching you – seeing the pleasure on your face, watching your body react to his. So, while doggy style was a regular position for you, variations of missionary and cowgirl were probably a little more frequent. Which was wonderful, except not what you needed right then. Ben responded by poking his tongue out you but he seemed quite as eager to move things along, “So rough doggy then? Can I spank you?” “You’d be into that?” He shrugged, “I know we haven’t really done anything kinky yet but yeah, I enjoy spanking. I mean...watching an arse jiggle after it’s hit is incredibly hot.” You giggled, “spanking is very okay then. You could be a little mean too if you wanted, maybe calling me a degrading name to get at that impersonal thing. Slut maybe.” He hummed uncertainly, “I can try it if you really want but I gotta admit I’m not as into degrading stuff as I am spanking.” “It’s fine if you don’t, whatever works. Honestly, I’m already super horny so just do whatever you’re comfortable with and don’t get too gentle or loving with it, and I’ll be happy.” “I can definitely do rough for you. For instance,” You gasped as Ben grasped your hips and turned you around, positioning you in front of the arm of the couch before he pushed you to bend over it. It was a surprise considering Ben’s typical nature. He had his controlling or domineering moments but generally seemed happiest when he was showering you in affection or letting you take charge. Adding to the surprise was the way he tugged your pants down to your knees and began to touch you through your underwear. It made you squirm, trying to find a little more friction, but he only gave you a quick spank. Not overly hard but it didn’t have to be to make you feel tingly. Just knowing Ben was capable of an action like that was hot enough. All the same he pulled your knickers down too and ran his fingers through your folds.   “Wow, okay. You meant it when you said you were horny. Pretty wet already.” “No shit Sherlock. You know I don’t need lines like that that get you interested in fucking me.” He gave you another slap for your insolence.   “Better get you stretched out then, hadn’t we?” You felt two of Ben’s fingers rest against your entrance and expected to feel them sink into you too. But it didn’t happen.   “What’s the hold up, Tiger? Ow,” the spank had been a little harder than the last.   “If you want them so bad, do it yourself.” Your breath caught as you realised what he meant and you shifted your hips back, levering yourself against the arm of the couch, until you felt his fingers penetrate you.   “That’s it Kitten. You’re too horny to wait, aren’t you? God you’ve got such a pretty arse. Giving me the best view right now. Your needy cunt soaking my fingers while your arse,” he hit you again, “jiggles. It’s making me so hard.” You whined, unable to find a better response, and rocked back against his fingers, slowly fucking yourself on them.   He let you go on like that for a little while, happy to listen to your hitched breaths and needy sighs as you got a little of what you needed. But then he pulled his fingers from you. You let out a disappointed whimper, “Ben, c’mon,” “I’m so hard from watching you be so desperate. Just gotta get my pants off. But you can play with yourself for me, can’t you?” You nodded and shifted so you could drop your fingers to your pussy. Ben gave your arse another slap, “Not what I meant Kitten. Play with your arse.” Startled by the low growl in his voice you quickly complied, leaning on the couch as your brought both hands up to grab your arse cheeks, squeezing them and pulling them apart to better show off your holes.” “That’s very good, Kitten. Spank yourself.” It wasn’t the same as when Ben spanked you since you knew what was coming and the position didn’t allow you to get as much force into your hits as he could. But it was definitely arousing and it definitely seemed to work for Ben. You’d barely registered the sound of his pants dropping before he was sliding into your wet and waiting cunt.   “I can take it from here,” Ben’s hands replaced yours, groping your arse as you dropped your arms back to the couch, though you felt it was useless to try and prop yourself up on them. It would only be a matter of time before you collapsed entirely.  

At first he kept the pace slower, letting you adjust to him, though each thrust was forceful, just as you’d asked it to be. But gradually Ben sped up, hands still playing with your cheeks, sometimes grabbing and sometimes spanking them. He tried to say more about how hot it was to take you like that but his own breath was escaping him as the words seemed to be. So he let his body talk for him as he pounded your cunt and dug his fingers into your flesh.   And then he pulled out.   You were on the verge of asking him who the fuck he thought he was when he said, “one second. Just want to try something.” and then, remembering he was meant to be acting mean, added, “And you just want me to keep fucking you, so you’re not going to complain.” In a disgruntled daze you let Ben help you up onto the back of the couch so that one leg was bent to lean against the arm he’d just had you bent over and the other dangled towards the floor. It took a little more adjustment before Ben was happy. First pulling you back towards him and the corner of the couch, and then pressing you to lean forward so your hips were raised and he could better access your pussy. You had to grab onto the back of the couch for support, digging your fingertips into the leather as Ben resumed fucking you.   The angle had changed a little and the position was slightly more awkward to maintain but it was worth it for the way your clit rubbed against the smooth leather, leaving a trail of wetness behind. Each thrust rocked your hips in such a way that you quickly found yourself getting close to release.

That, however, seemed to be Ben’s plan as he began telling you how good you were going to make him feel when he made you cum. “I know you’re close Kitten. So just cum. I want to feel your cunt on me when you do.” He lay another few spanks to your arse cheeks and that tipped you over into your orgasm.   But Ben didn’t stop.   “I th-think you can do bett-er than that,” he grit out as you clenched around him and he seemed to thrust twice as hard as he had before, “You were so,”   You grunted as he plowed into you. “So desperate before. So you can cum better than that. Right kitten?” You nodded and gasped out a, “Yes” as your arms shook with how hard Ben was fucking you.   But he didn’t relent. He kept going until he felt you tighten again and heard you moan, nearly sobbing as relief flooded your system.   That seemed to be enough for Ben and he let himself go too, holding your hip tightly as he pressed deep into you.  

Ben leaned his forehead against your back as he tried to regain his regular breathing rate and gave you a quick kiss there before he righted himself and helped you to dismount the couch. The evidence of your orgasms was still smeared across the leather but neither of you paid it any attention.   “Sorry I never called you a slut or anything,” Ben said with a slightly self-conscious chuckle, avoiding your eye as he hitched his pants back into place. “I just like Kitten better.” “Don’t be,” you said mirroring his actions to looking at him, “Kitten worked perfectly. Also, that was really good. Maybe you could be rough and mean more often?” “The double orgasm was a pretty good indication that it worked for you,” “Of shut up, I was being serious. It was really hot.” “Yes but I like teasing you, remember,” “Prick.” “That hurts,” he said with a fake gasp and a hand against his chest, “Keep talking like that and I’ll have to spank you again,�� “Ha ha, very funny. Tease me all you want but we both you enjoyed it as much as I did.” “Maybe I did.” he conceded, “but I wasn’t going to hate it when I was watching your arse.” “Alright, you perv. Was there any leftover noodles? Bit peckish now.” “Yeah, in the fridge. Grab me some too would you?”

#my writing #my blurbs #ben hardy x reader #ben hardy smut #ben hardy imagine #does this make sense? who knows! #am i turned on from thinking about it? absolutely! #am i also literally about to fall asleep? yes! #its after midnight and this has been a long week! #g'night!! #platonically event

[darling-i-read-it]

Drink

Dale Cooper x reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: tension, its all tension, intense making out, drinking, gambaling, leading to smut and insituation to smut 

Author’s Note: Not this being way longer than I intended it to be. Blame it on the fact that I was watching Euphoria and it filled me with inspiration because that show slaps. I got a little carried away so it’s probably a little ooc toward the end but I hope you like it lmao 

Requested: by anon, You posted that gifset of dale cooper with the suit and glasses yesterday and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since so maybe you should write a fic inspired by it 👀? Like reader goes undercover with him and he’s taken aback by how beautiful she looks and there’s sexual tension between them the entire night until afterwards where he pulls her aside for a steamy make out session. Might be ooc but I’m thirsty so 🤷‍♀️

Summary: the request 

Genre: tension? Almost smut but not quite? 

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director 

(not my gif) (the gif that inspired it all by @/myellenficent)

“You’re prepared for tonight?” Dale asked. You crossed your arms to protect from the chill in the air. You nodded stiffly.

“I am.”

“Remember, something fancy that isn’t too flashy. I’m sure you’ll be fine though,” he promised. You nodded again.

“I’ll throw something together. You don’t be too flashy though huh?” you teased. The two of you stopped in the hallway you were walking down. You were standing in front of each other's hotel rooms, which were separate.

“I’ll try my best,” he digressed. You nodded and leaned against your doorway before turning around and opening it, slipping inside.

You and Dale were new partners. You had been friends for ages but only in passing. It wasn’t until your partner died that you were able to actually work together. You had done a few cases together but this was the first one you had to go undercover for. It was odd, seeing Dale in this kind of setting. He was very good at what he did and you were very good at what you did. You should have been paired together years ago.

You looked through your suitcase for something to wear. You were going to go and try and seek out one of the murderers of Laura Palmer. Dale had a theory that he would be there tonight and you weren’t about to question him when he really got going. 

The plan was to gamble, act natural, fend off any woman and get the information you needed. You weren’t that worried. 

You picked out a dress that you had been saving for a special occasion. Just your style and the fit of it always made you feel good. You were kind of excited to wear something that wasn’t casual. You were also excited to hang out with Dale. You knew the other local police force would be there but you figured this was the closest you were going to get to a night out with Dale.

There was a knock on your door five minutes before you were supposed to meet everyone in the lobby. You ran your hands over your hair one more time, checked yourself out in the mirror and then opened the door. 

Dale was wearing a fancier suit than usual, his hair slicked back and a pair of fake glasses over his eyes. You smiled, raising your hands to his bowtie to fix it as it was kind of crooked.

“You clean up nice Coop,” you admitted. “Not that you aren’t already clean most of the time,” you joked. 

Dale was awe struck. He had thought he might have feelings for you but only in passing, never in actuality. But you stood in front of him, wearing that fancy dress, your hair done up all nice. He couldn’t help but feel his emotions come forward in full force. 

“Cooper?” you said as he hadn’t answered you. 

“You look absolutely stunning,” he admitted. You smiled and looked down at your outfit like you weren’t even aware you had been wearing it.

“You think?”

“I know.” His voice had a low grumble to it that you didn’t recognize. It made you let out a stiff shortness of breath. You had to look away from his face.

“Well we should probably go, Harry and everyone will be waiting.” He seemed to snap out of it then. He cleared his throat.

“You’re right. You have your gamabling cash?” he questioned. 

“I can’t gamble. I figured I’d just be your arm candy,” you admitted through a laugh. He put his hand on his hip, creating an arm holder for you. You wrapped your arm around his arm and smiled, walking next to him. 

Harry and Ed stood in the lobby. They eyed the two of you, especially Harry who had been hearing the end of both of your emotions. 

“You look real good,” Ed said, eyeing your outfit. Dale almost got defensive but he held it down.

“Thank you very much Ed.”

-

The night started swiftly enough. You managed to strip away from Dale for a moment and walk around the room, eyeing the area as he started to play a card game. You watched him from afar and navigated through the room. Harry hung back and grabbed your arm gently, pulling you aside.

“If you don’t make a move tonight I’m going to lose my goddamn mind,” he said. You laughed gently.

“We’re on a case, Sheriff Truman,” you whispered. He raised an eyebrow.

“Fine. Look over at Cooper right now and tell me what you’re feeling about this case.” You rolled your eyes and looked back over at Dale. There was a girl on his lap, whispering in his ear. You couldn’t see his expression because she was blocking but you had to give it to Harry. It got to you. 

“Just focus Harry,” you muttered.

“Only if you do.” 

You walked back to the other side of the room and the girl was off Dale’s lap. You pushed it out of your head. You didn’t want to think about it. 

Dale however, was only looking at you. He was trying so hard to focus on the task at hand but he felt the tension in the air. It wrapped around him like a present waiting to be opened. His eyes were always flashing back to you and you were always watching him until you weren’t.

Harry’s hand wrapped around your arm as he pulled you aside. Whispers between the two of you. His chest started to rise and fall and he was going to lose this game of cards and then there was a woman on his lap and he had to tell her to leave because he was only focused on you and he should have been focused on the case. 

Eventually though he was able to talk to a man who knew more about Laura's death. He was able to get information he came for. And the second that conversation ended he walked up to Harry.

“I need a drin-“

“Cooper,” you called, standing beside the two of them.

“Hold on a second, I want a-”

“Coop,” you repeated.

“Y/N I-”

“Dale,” you hissed. You had his full attention. His eyes were back on you now and everything he had just been about to say was gone. “Please tell us what happened to Laura.” Harry raised his finger. 

“Will you write it down in the report?” Dale nodded and let out a harsh breath. 

“I’m going to talk to Ed,” you said and gave Harry a look. You walked over there and let Dale spit out whatever it was that he wasn’t able to say in one sentence. Harry seemed to appreciate it and he understood more about what happened to Laura.

“What are you doing over here?” Ed asked.

“Getting Dale a drink before he passes out from whatevers bothering him,” you muttered. You raised your hand and quickly ordered Dale’s regular.

“I think it’s you,” Ed muttered.

“Huh?”

“Listen, speaking as a man, I think it’s you,” he repeated. You furrowed your brows. Before you could ask for more clarification Dale grabbed your arm which surprised you. You were holding his drink in your hand.

“This is for-” you started and he took the drink, handed it to Ed and dragged you away. You had barely gotten out of view before his lips were on yours. He pressed you flush against the wall of one of the off rooms in the lodge he had managed to find. You pulled away to breath and he looked at you. You had never seen his eyes look like that. Filled with want.

You kissed him again with more fire behind your own lips and he took that happily. He picked up your leg and hiked it up on his side. You let him. After a few moments of the most intense make out session you had ever had you had to pull away.

“We have to go and follow up on the information you got from that guy,” you whispered. You fixed his glasses and he fixed your dress. He let out a long sigh and nodded, pulling himself together. He knew you were right.

“Later,” he promised. You walked back into the main room and grabbed Dale’s drink from Ed to hand to him.

“Drink up. I’m going to talk to Harry.” Dale watched you go and then quickly followed, taking a drink of the one you had gotten for him.

#dale cooper x reader #agent dale cooper x reader #dale cooper imagines #agent dale cooper imagines #special agent dale cooper x reader #twin peaks imagines

[nicostiel]

Please read if you have a heart 💜

Years ago when I joined tumblr I thought tumblr was about finding gifs and photos and posting them here. I also re-edited stuff and posted on tumblr. I was young and not even grown up yet. I’m obviously not proud of this but I was young and hey it’s not the worst thing I could have done in life. But if you read all the way you will see that this was to bite me in the back .

Once upon a time there was this person I really admired. We were friends. They made such amazing graphics and gifs. I was inspired by them. This person always complimented my works. I always felt so blessed they were my friend. Time went by and I had noticed they unfollowed me. I reached out to ask what happened and to apologize if I had offended them in any way. They never responded. Much more time went by and they blocked me. I was very confused and slightly hurt. I had no clue what happened. Valentines Day came and I made a Valentines graphic very similar to theirs hoping we could reconnect. They used officially art for boys love and I used boys love too and woman on woman love. The person unfortunately took it the wrong way and made a call out post. It was a call out post saying I was stealing their style and copying their edits. I had no idea this person felt like this. Why couldn’t they come to me? I had no idea. Instead they made this post for all to see (but not me because I was blocked which doesn’t make sense) … If they felt like that why didn’t they ask me about it? Why go to such lengths unless you want to start drama and create a hostile place. Then everything came out about my past that I wrote above. So because of the past… what this person was saying became automatically true to everyone. Which is pretty messed up if you ask me. Unfair even. Why? Because we all make mistakes in life. Then all my works in the last year were all compared to all the hundreds of works all around tumblr. This gifset is copied from this gifset blah blah blah. Yet other gif makers make similar gifsets all the time. Not only did this happen, but then to make sure I was hated by everyone entirely- so many lies were told about me. They said I sent anon hate. I was called a stalker. I was called a freak. I was called manipulative because I spoke about mental health and depression on my own blog. Basically they painted me into a bad person. None of those things were true and that hurt me so much. All my friends left me and blocked me. I received hate and harassment. Other gif and graphic makers came to me and told me to leave tumblr before blocking me. I cried for days. I came back to make an apology note. I tried to stand up for myself and then people said I was victimizing myself. Then people laughed at me, shared the post and calling me many names. I left again and became even more depressed and empty. Eventually I came back as you can see today. I had stalkers send anon notes to people who reblogged my stuff telling them what a bad person I was. I was treated like someone who had committed such an act of evil I could never ever ever be forgiven. If you think about it- I was young! I know that isn’t an excuse… but we are all human. We make mistakes and we learn. But for everyone involved in this- that is not allowed for me. I am never allowed to be forgiven for things I never did.

Yesterday I reached out to one of my old friends who I was very close to. They had made a side blog and I wasn’t blocked. I knew it was them because their beautiful style is their own. I came across one of their posts. I got my hopes up and reached out to them. I tried to speak to them for the first time. Remember, my voice was silent and no one had ever even tried to speak to me. No one even tried to find the truth or to even try to understand me. Even if they read this I’m sure these same people would laugh and make fun of me. Did this old friend give me a chance? No they blocked me.

After six months of the traumatizing experience I had, I thought maybe people would finally give me a chance to speak. Till this day I have anxiety and stress and I’m even afraid to meet new people. Yes I knew it would reopen the wounds but I was willing to give it a try. I missed all my friends. We made gifs and graphics for each other. They always loved and complimented my gifs. It was the best time. I knew things would never be the same, but I was hoping for a chance to be able to clear my name and be understood.

Obviously that will never happen. But please listen to this important part. The person who started all this and said I was copying their stuff… they happened to make a post copying the same exact thing someone did. I say copy because it wasn’t just a gifset that multiple people could make. It was a very original post that was cropped a certain way. It was the only one on tumblr with 70k notes. But is person did the same way. It’s hard to explain but without seeing the original this person couldn’t have made their post. It’s so original that no one else would have done. So the person who says I copied from them is doing the same thing they accused me of. Here it is: https://nikuchanchiii.tumblr.com/post/654350678257549312/akiema-akiema-how-is-it-okay-for-the-person

One more thing. This is another popular blogger who used to be my friend. This person has me blocked too. They make anime gifs and graphics too. Anyways, years ago in the past they re-edited and reposted art from people without permission and even wrote their own watermark on it. Many many times. Here is an example: https://hanae-ichihara.tumblr.com/post/37138515526/しぶやりんちゃん-edit-hanae-ichihara

What I want to know is why did I deserve to be bullied and harassed like this. Why is it only okay for others to do things and still be accepted. I just can’t come to terms with all of this. I don’t understand. Sorry. I was feeling sad and nostalgic today. Thanks for reading. 💖

[perfectpaperbluebirds]

House Calls (2/2 )

Hannibal (TV)

This part took much longer than the first. The muse eluded me for quite some time but it has finally returned! And the fact that this beautiful gifset from the show is making the rounds again certainly helped. ❤❤ Shoutout to @mongooseblues for inspiration for and assistance with this fic! A small note for those that read part 1, I'm retconning the fact that Hannibal had a digital thermometer that beeps. He would definitely have a mercury one.

Read part 1 here. (Recommended, it is referenced quite a few times in part 2)

Read my other works here (works best on desktop) (Also on AO3)

My asks are always open for prompts!

For the second time in one week, Will Graham was awoken by the phone ringing. Granted, a week ago it had woken him because it rang at an unusually early hour. This time it woke him because he was still getting over the godawful bug he'd caught, and he was going to bed earlier and sleeping in later. 

He fumbled for the device and picked it up with a groggy " H'llo?"

"Will, it's Hannibal." The doctor paused to clear his throat roughly. "I'm sorry to wake you, but I have a favor to ask of you, if you're up to it." There was a strange noise on the other end of the line, a kind of shuffling noise-- or perhaps a sniffle?

"Sure," Will said with a yawn and a sniffle of his own, rubbing his eyes. "I've been feeling pretty good since yesterday. I can help with whatever you need."

"That's very promising. As to the favor...  It appears I've left my medical bag at my office." Here he had to stop to clear his throat again and cough before he continued. "I was wondering if you would be able to collect it for me and bring it to my home. I'm… well, it seems I've caught your illness and I don't believe it would be wise for me to leave the house."

By this time, Will had slid to sit on the edge of the bed as he listened, stifling further yawns. The damn flu still had him feeling so unbelievably tired and groggy. 

"I'll head out right away," Will replied, rubbing his face. "And… I'm really sorry to have put you in this position, Dr. Leh--Hannibal. I never meant to get you sick."

"Occupational hazard, and I don't regret any of my actions concerning your care. But I appreciate your assistance in getting my bag. I will see you soon I hope."

"See you soon." Will ended the call with a small sigh. Now he felt guilty *and* tired. He was almost glad there was something he could do for the doctor to help assuage his own conscience. 

Less than an hour later, Will arrived at Hannibal's stately house. It had been no problem to retrieve the black leather medical bag from Hannibal's office. Due to the late hour of their therapy sessions, Will always arrived after the office front entrance was locked, so he knew the code to the building’s back door. The bag had been hidden behind a table leg and it was easy to see how Hannibal had overlooked it  Now it was simply a matter of delivering it.

 Already a bit overwhelmed to be approaching such a house, Will hesitated after mounting the porch steps. Hannibal hadn't told him what to do when he arrived. If the doctor was sleeping he didn't want to rouse him out of bed, but he didn't want to just walk in either. However, the safest option seemed to be to bite the bullet and knock. As he raised his hand to do so though, he realized the door was slightly ajar. A man like Dr. Lecter wouldn't accidentally leave a door open, no matter how ill he was. It stood to reason, then, that it had been left open for him. With more than a little trepidation, Will pushed the door open and stepped in.

The house was dim and still, and just as stately and pristine as everything else of Hannibal's. Will heard the sound of a harpsichord from somewhere inside. Hannibal was awake, then. At least that was something. 

Will followed the sounds of the music, which led him into the cavernous kitchen. The stainless steel appliances were silent and eerie without Hannibal's bustling presence giving them life. The music was louder now, seemingly coming from the next room, and echoing slightly against the polished surfaces. A strange sixth sense kept Will from calling out that he had arrived, as if there was a spell on the house that didn't want to be broken. Will paused before he approached the corner that turned into the next room. As he did, the music stopped abruptly, and instead a different noise punctuated the air:

"HrrrrRRISHyuu! ErrrrRREISH-shooo! ISSSHH-chuhh! Hh'rrrsshh'CHHOOF!" 

It was of course Hannibal who had sneezed. Logically Will knew this was to be expected when a person was sick. Yet it seemed so strange to hear such a mundane noise from such an extraordinary person. It was as if he'd accidentally witnessed something exceedingly private. 

Still, the sneezing had broken the spell. The doctor said something in Lithuanian that sounded suspiciously like swearing, then began to blow his nose. As he did this, Will retreated several steps and reentered the kitchen more noisily:

"Dr. Lecter! I'm here! I've got your bag!"

"I'm in the study," came the congested reply, annexed by a chesty cough.

Will found the man where he said, seated in front of the instrument as he tended to his nose. Yet still, the doctor tried to smile warmly upon seeing him, though his shoulders had a limp sag to them, and he shivered as he sniffled into his handkerchief. He was wearing a fine blue silk robe with a plain white tee shirt and blue plaid pajama pants, neat but still a far cry from his usual suits. His hair was combed but lacked the crisp, styled look it usually had, hanging more naturally around his face. His eyes were fever-bright, and his cheeks were flushed from the same. He looked overall rundown and quite unwell. 

Will handed him the black leather bag right away. Hannibal took it, looking grateful. 

"Thank you so much for coming, Will. I didn't know who else to call." His voice was husky and thick, more than hinting at a miserable sore throat. 

"No problem. But what are you doing out here? I thought the reason I fetched this was because you were too sick to get out of bed."

"I'm really not very ill. I was merely trying to avoid getting anyone else ill by my going out. But you've already had this illness, so you are safe from infection, which is why I thought to call you."

"That's logical I suppose," said Will wryly. "You look pretty sick to me, though."

"I assure you I'm fie- fine…. '' Hannibal quickly disappeared behind the handkerchief again, his breath hitching to sneeze. His shoulders leapt violently several times, and the motion made his hair fall across his forehead. However, any other sneeze side effects were thoroughly stifled into silence. After finishing the fit, Hannibal wiped his nose and flipped his hair back again with a toss of his head. Noting how familiar the doctor seemed to be with the gesture, Will could only guess at the number of sneezing fits he had had prior to this one. 

Seeing the poor man’s sinuses take such abuse from the forceful stifles though made Will's own still-congested sinuses start dripping in sympathy. He hastily pulled out a tissue and wiped his nose.

"Ah, but you are still ill yourself. Where are my manners? I'll make us both tea." Hannibal quickly stood, but staggered before he could take a step, a hand going to his temple. 

"Dr. Lecter--!" Will was at his side in a moment to steady him, one hand on the doctor's arm and the other at his back, just as Hannibal had steadied him earlier in the week. Will was prepared to do whatever was needed to keep Hannibal upright, though his swaying made Will more than a little nervous, for Hannibal was much taller than he, and would more than likely take them both down if he fell. 

Thankfully, the doctor quickly righted himself, pulling away from Will's grasp. "Forgive me, I stood up too quickly." Dr. Lecter cleared his throat harshly, rubbing a palm across his eyes. 

"Are you sure you--"

"I'm fine, Will. Now, tea." He strode away to the kitchen, effectively ending the conversation, as was his talent. 

Will held his tongue for the time being and silently followed, sitting at the kitchen island while Hannibal puttered around making tea. The silence was companionable, only broken by the doctor's soft sniffles and coughs. At one point though, the doctor was overcome with a nasty coughing fit that bent him over at the waist as he grasped the countertop for balance. When the barking coughs subsided and he could breathe relatively normally once more, he flipped his hair back into place yet again and proceeded with what he was doing as if nothing had happened. Will noted all of this without comment. 

Once the tea was poured, Hannibal seated himself beside Will, and they sipped together in continued silence. Will found it odd, though not unpleasant, to be sitting next to Hannibal without speaking, for their usual interactions dictated that conversation was necessary. Will found the quiet enjoyable. Yet Hannibal could not relax, for he was forced to tend to another harsh bout of coughing, turned away from Will and muffled into his elbow. His lungs sounded as if they were trying to tear their way out of his chest. Will could only look on in concern, and it was several long moments before he quieted. 

"My apologies, Will," the doctor rasped as soon as he was able, the exertion having turned his face an even deeper shade of red.

"You don’t need to apologize. But you sound sick. And you look like you're running a fever. You should be in bed."

"I rest better down here with my music and my cooking. I couldn't lie in bed all day."

"I don't think you should do any cooking. You're shaking."

The doctor quickly hid his hands, which were indeed trembling with chills. "Even so. I find it hard to rest in bed during the day. I have trouble getting settled. It's too… quiet I suppose." He sniffled wetly, and was forced to dab at his nose with his handkerchief.

"Hmm." Will thought for a moment, studying his own hands, currently wrapped around his mug. "I suppose I have the same problem. And it's worse when you're not feeling well. But you helped alleviate that for me when I was sick." Will met the doctor's eyes, reddening slightly. "You should lie down after we're done with tea… and if you want, I'll stay with you for a while... If you think it'll help, I mean."

Hannibal regarded him in his penetrating way. "Are you that worried about my health, Will?"

"You're sick, Dr. Leh-- Hannibal. And I know how bad this flu is. I don't want to see you get worse."

Hannibal was quiet for a moment, aside from another moist sniffle. "That is very kind of you to offer. I suppose you are right. Some rest would perhaps do me good."

Will nodded. "When we're finished, I'll stay here and do these dishes while you go get settled. I'll come see you as soon as I'm done. But let me know if there's anything else you need."

Hannibal gave a tiny smile. "Thank you, Will." With that, he obediently swallowed the last few gulps of tea and stood, moving toward the back of the house.

"Hannibal?"

The doctor turned.

"You don't… have to keep pretending you're fine. If you are pretending, I mean. I know how badly you're probably feeling better than anyone. You don't need to fake anything for my sake."

Will watched as Hannibal's shoulders slumped almost imperceptibly--a thin crack in the veneer. The sick man gave the barest of nods, then proceeded on to what Will assumed was his bedroom. 

Will felt quite out of his element in more ways than one as he cleaned the dishes from their tea. Having no idea where anything went, he left it all out on a towel to dry. Once the kitchen was as clean as he could make it, he steeled himself to go check on his therapist.

The master bedroom was as luxurious as the rest of the house, and Will did his best not to gawk or make comparisons between this and his own tiny house. Hannibal had hung up his robe and was huddled in bed. He wasn't fully lying down, but was propped up against a stack of pillows, his breathing noticeably thick and raspy in the silent room. As Will expected, lying down evidently made the doctor feel the full impact of his symptoms (or perhaps he was simply done pretending). Hearing Will enter, he turned his head, lethargically opening heavy-lidded eyes. Against the cream sheets, the contrast between his pallor and fever flush was even more striking.

"It seems I'm more unwell than I thought," Hannibal murmured with a cough. "This is why I wanted to avoid lying down."

Will made a sympathetic sound. "That means you *need* to be lying down then. Have you taken your temperature recently? If not, we should."

Hannibal glanced at the medical bag he'd brought up with him. "The only thermometer I own is in there, so I have been unable to."

"A doctor that doesn't own a thermometer?" Will chuckled, moving to the bag. "I wouldn't have expected that."

"I do own one. I've never seen the need to own two."

Will deigned not to reply as he rummaged through the bag, quickly finding what he needed. He shook down the mercury as he returned to Hannibal's side. Hannibal held out his hand to take it, then shakily inserted it under his tongue. He leaned back to stare at the ceiling while Will stared at the floor, hands in his pockets.

Will waited what felt like an awkwardly long time before he finally shuffled his feet and cleared his throat. "How long does it take to get a reading? I've never--"

Hannibal held up a hand and waited a bit longer, then removed the device from his mouth, glanced at it, and handed it to Will without comment.

Seeing the reading, Will gave a low whistle. 104.1… that's high, Hannibal."

"My body temperature is always above average. This is more pronounced when I'm ill." 

"Do you have some medicine? You should probably take something. Or do you want a cool rag?"

"I have just taken medication." The doctor gestured to his nightstand with a thick sniffle where there was a small collection of unmarked pill bottles. "And there's no need for cooling methods. A fever is a natural physiological response to infection. Nothing to be alarmed about." He swiped at his nose with his handkerchief, stifling a cough.

Will was skeptical, but before he could respond, Hannibal jerked forward at the waist, pressing the handkerchief to his face again:

"Gghnxt! Kppshht!" 

The expression on the doctor’s face indicated that he could have (and maybe should have) kept sneezing, but he harshly pinched his nose with a wet squelch and blew, forcing the tickle to subside. 

Will sighed and shook his head, then made a face upon noticing the state of the handkerchief Hannibal was using.

"That handkerchief is...sodden. It's practically dripping. I'll get you a fresh one. Where do you keep them?"

"I only have 3 others and they are in worse shape than this one. I've rather been running through them."

Will chuckled. "I can't imagine why." He rummaged through his pockets, finally producing a nearly full, cellophane-wrapped travel pack of Kleenex which he handed to the doctor.

Hannibal made a face. "I despise using these." 

"I'm not sure you have an option right now. These have to be better than your soaking wet cloth ones."

"Debatable," Hannibal muttered. Still, he shook one out and gingerly brought it to his face. He gave several thick, gurgling blows, productive to the point of starting to disintegrate the tissue. Seeing this, Hannibal made another face.

"You really need to use 2 or 3 of those at a time," Will said, trying not to laugh. "But let me get you a trash can."

"There is one in the master bathroom," Hannibal croaked, looking peeved and sounding more congested than ever. 

Will quickly fetched the bin while Hannibal tried again to blow his nose, using 4 Kleenex this time. The 2nd round of blowing was equally productive. When he was finished, Will held the bin out and Hannibal tossed the tissues in as if he were tossing in a dead rat. 

"This is most unsanitary Will," Hannibal muttered with a slushy sniffle, yet still pulling out more to continue wiping his streaming nostrils.

Will only chuckled. Hannibal was breathing slightly easier now, but his eyes were heavier than ever. 

"You should sleep, Dr--Hannibal. You don't have to stay awake for my sake. I'll be here when you wake up."

The doctor nodded, obediently closing his eyes with a sigh. 

Will didn't expect such a quick response, and for a moment he watched the doctor to ensure he was truly going to sleep. When it appeared he was, Will perched on a nearby chair, unsure what else to do. It seemed he was to be staying with Hannibal in the most literal sense, for he wasn’t about to go wandering around this house by himself.

Half an hour passed, the minutes dragging slowly. The doctor lay perfectly still the entire time, but Will knew he wasn't sleeping. His frame was too alert. Meanwhile Will, with nothing to do except scroll through his phone and listen to Hannibal's deep breathing, was struggling to stay awake and wishing he too had a bed. Killing time was only making him more groggy, and his head was beginning to ache. 

Getting fed up with it, Will went with his instincts and tried something else. Swallowing a yawn and rubbing his eyes, he navigated to the e-reader app on his phone and pulled up one of his favorite novels. Clearing his throat, he began to read aloud: "The year 1866 was signalised by a remarkable incident, a mysterious and puzzling phenomenon, which doubtless no one has yet forgotten…."

As soon as there was another sound in the room, Hannibal began to visibly relax, angling his face toward Will even as he got more comfortable in the bed, though his eyes never opened. Slowly, slowly he sank deeper into the pillows as Will read on. Will sensed he was trying to follow the story, but it seemed the doctor's fatigue was overwhelming, especially since Will was trying to make his voice as soothing as possible. Within another 30 minutes, Hannibal's hand had gone limp around the Kleenex he was holding as he softly snored, sleeping at last. 

Will finished the chapter he was on, just to be sure the sick man wouldn't wake again, before he finally closed the book. His mouth was very dry and he needed a glass of water. Before he left the room though, he turned on the white noise machine he'd noted near the bed (he had a similar one in his own room), hoping some kind of continued noise would help Hannibal sleep longer. Will then tiptoed to the kitchen, pouring himself a huge glass of water right away. As he sat and drank it, he thought about what else he should do, for he didn't want to just continue sitting around. 

"What do you do for someone when they're sick?" he murmured to himself. Another moment later, he answered himself: "Make them soup, I guess." 

Hannibal's soup had been wonderful, but Will was no chef. He could prepare many basic things, but spices and seasonings, and thus soups, eluded him. He cringed at the thought of preparing something from scratch for a culinary master like Dr. Lecter. 

However, another idea occurred to him, and he smiled to himself as he considered it. It might work, but he would need to run an errand. He stood right away and strode to the front door, wanting to go and be back as quickly as possible. He only hoped Hannibal would sleep the whole time he was gone, for Will had promised to be there when he woke, and he intended to keep that promise.

~~~~~~~~~~

Hannibal didn't wake until many hours later, and Will was indeed at his side when he did. It was Hannibal's treacherous nose that did it. Will had noted subtle signs of him nearing consciousness again for a while, but the final straw was an uncontainable volley of sneezes:

"HRRIIZZSHH-uh! HhURRSHH-shuh! hrrRIIIZZSHHD! Hhh-KKRRCHHSSHHooo!"

The sighed exhale that followed bordered on a groan as that doctor shakily grabbed the tissues at his side and tended to his cherry-red nose yet again with several gurgling blows. Will had been at his side from the first sound, looking for any way to be useful. Eventually Hannibal met his gaze, taking a moment to survey the younger man. 

"You look tired, Will."

Will huffed a cheerless laugh. "You haven't doctored me enough yet this week?"

"A physician's nature doesn't change just because he's ill," Hannibal sniffled. "And you've also been ill. I don't want you to overtax yourself on my account."

"I'm fine. But you look tired too. How are you feeling?" 

Hannibal didn't reply immediately, seemingly taking inventory. A shaky breath caused him to cough harshly before he could speak, and Will winced in sympathy. 

"I feel thoroughly disgusting. And ill," Hannibal mumbled through congested-sounding consonants. "My head and chest feel achingly thick. Heavy." He put his own wrist to his forehead for a moment. "Feverish." 

"Here, you need to drink." Will handed the doctor a tall glass of ice water. Hannibal took it and drank it down with a grateful look, but the chill from the ice immediately caused him to cough into his fist yet again.

Will watched all of this, feeling uncomfortable. "I'm still sorry I got you sick, Hannibal. I hate seeing you like this."

Though Hannibal's eyes shone with fever, he eyed Will keenly. "This is not your fault. Illness is an expected part of the human experience. You must not blame yourself." It occurred to Will that congestion was not the only thing making Hannibal more difficult to understand--his Lithuanian accent was also far more pronounced than usual.

"I still feel terrible."

The doctor quirked an eyebrow at him, looking faintly amused. "What a coincidence. As I've just told you, so do I."

Will couldn't think how to respond, so they merely shared a wry smile. Then, without warning, Hannibal's torso whipped forward, and he exploded into another pair of thick, spraying sneezes:

"Hhht-KNNXT! hhnnxxt-CHUUHG!" Evidently his ability to stifle was weakening as his symptoms worsened. The sick doctor stayed hunched forward, blowing and wiping his raw nose for the hundredth time, looking utterly miserable as he shook the last few Kleenex from the package. 

"At least that's something I can help you with," Will said, nodding at the empty wrapper. He bent down and came back up with 2 new boxes of tissues. He opened one and handed it over. Hannibal took it reluctantly.

  "Those are the best ones you can get. They should be almost like real cloth."

"I rather doubt that," Hannibal muttered. "But I thank you nonetheless. They are sorely needed." 

"And I plan to take your cloth ones home and wash them and bring them back tomorrow. Including the one I still have. So you'll only have to deal with these for a bit longer," Will said with a little grin.

The doctor's eyes lit up in pleasure. "I would be most grateful for that."

"Is there anything else you'd like? Either now or tomorrow?"

Hannibal again coughed into his first before he spoke, sounding thoroughly phlegmy. "I should likely take some food. I'm feeling weaker than I ought to."

It was Will's turn to light up. "There's another coincidence… I have food ready for you. Some soup and stuff."

"I thought I smelled something simmering, even through this dreadful congestion. That explains why I'm suddenly hungry," Hannibal said with a thick sniffle, leaning back into his pillows. "Thank you for thinking of it. Though I would hardly call your predicting my needs a coincidence, but rather proof of your capabilities as a caretaker. Just something to think on.” The doctor gave him a pointed look even as he sniffled again. 

Will was now embarrassed and quickly moved to the doorway. "I'll go bring some for you now."

Hannibal let the subject drop and nodded weakly, closing his eyes as he massaged the bridge of his nose. Will hurried to the kitchen and ladled a bowl of chicken soup from the pot warming on the stove. He had the ingredients for grilled cheese ready as well, and a hot griddle waiting, so it was only a matter of minutes before he had a fresh, hot sandwich to accompany the soup. As a final touch, he peeled an orange and placed it on the plate with the sandwich, then grabbed the bottle of soda he'd bought, and transported it all to the sick room on a large tray.

Hannibal was clearly a bit taken aback upon seeing it all. "This is quite the spread, Will," he croaked. "Did you make all of this?"

"Define 'make', Will chuckled. "I turned the stove on, yes."

"The soup isn't yours then?"

"It's Campbell's chicken noodle, fresh from the can. The genuine, original sick day food. Grilled cheese made with the finest Kraft singles of course. An orange for the Vitamin C, no seeds. For the drink, we have ginger ale, the beverage that can cure any ailment. And for dessert, if you so desire, we also have hot chocolate."

Hannibal was speechless for a moment. Then, a tiny smile began to play across his features. "This is ...really something, Will. I haven't been served a meal quite like this in a very long time. I can't even remember the last time I had a cola." 

"Only the finest. Or at least the finest I could manage on short notice."

"You bought all of this just today?"

Will nodded. "This is what I used to like when I was sick. I figured I couldn't go wrong with classic comfort foods. I'm sorry I couldn't give you something higher quality. But I hope it still helps."

"Indeed." The doctor chuckled hoarsely. "This is quite satisfactory. I'm sure it will help. Thank you once again." Without further ado, the doctor dug into his feast.

To Will's surprise, the doctor easily finished not only the orange, but the soup and the sandwich as well, and seemed to enjoy them as much as could be expected. He was most skeptical of the ginger ale, but he finished half of that as well, pronouncing it "very interesting." Will also made sure he drank plenty of water to round it all out. Finally Hannibal pushed the tray away with a contented sound.

"In a practical sense, I always knew the restorative properties of chicken soup, but it's been many years since I experienced them first-hand," Hannibal managed, after blowing his streaming nose several times. "My throat and sinuses feel significantly better. As does my headache. Perhaps we should save the hot chocolate for tomorrow however, for I am comfortably full now." 

Will thought he was going to say more, for he paused oddly. Instead the doctor's breath hitched violently:

"Gihh-chuuh! Chnnggh!..." 

Only the first two in the fit were audible. He seemingly sneezed several more times, but he stifled them into oblivion, with only the movement of his head to indicate what was happening. Watching such forceful suppression was still painful, but it heartened Will slightly to know that Hannibal was feeling well enough after some food to worry about his dignity once more.

Finally the doctor ended his fit and fell back against the pillows with a weary sigh and a weak cough, flipping the hair off of his forehead yet again.

"That looked exhausting."

"Perhaps it would have been if I weren't exhausted to begin with," Hannibal mumbled, an arm over his face.

"Then you should sleep more."

Hannibal uncovered his eyes to meet Will's. "It would be terribly rude of me to sleep again while you are here."

Then I'll get ready to go. I'll clean up all of this then head out. Let you have some peace. But like I said, I'll be back tomorrow with your handkerchiefs." Will grabbed the tray, preparing to carry it to the kitchen. 

"Will?"

Will paused, turning around.

Hannibal looked slightly imploring. "If it's not too much trouble, would you mind reading a bit more before you go? I was quite enjoying the story."

Will couldn't help but smile. "It would be my pleasure."

#Sickness #sickfic #sicknario #snzfic #snzblr #snzario #snz #Hann/bal Lec/ter #Wi/ll Gra/ham #everyone is hotter with a fever #fanfic #fandom

[hoedameron]

but before i go looking in the tags, let’s talk about my latest gifsets!

what a worker bee i was both yesterday and today with prodigal son AND loki <3 never have i created so many gifs in a short amount of time it’s a damn miracle that my photoshop didn’t straight up cough up blood and keel over. alas, us bitches are stronger than that! if this post gets flagged because of the scenes i included....that would just mean that i made the right decision to exclude those scenes ajsdksajkldsa

malcolm stabbing martin

when the episode finally downloaded, i took a peek at the ending before it aired to see how it all ends (just in case it doesn’t get renewed </3). GOSH, was i just in a TIZZY when i saw this happen and i couldn’t tell my dad what i saw because we were straight up watching the show as it aired. anyways, keeping my secret knowledge, i got to work on making this gifset. i missed a huge chunk of the episode bc it took me over TWO hours to make the six gif set. i was really torn on the “artistic” approach aka which scene to gif and which to leave out. because i saw the ending before anything else, i couldn’t play it out loud and i didn’t have my headphones to listen so i was like FREE FORMING THE SUBTITLES. plus the captions weren’t synced up so it was really hard to decipher what was being said :( 

i really thought i would be able to create the set before 9 but i was running into unforeseen issues such as the subtitle problem, which on top of that, like i said earlier, my photoshop is c/racked and janky so....you catch my drift. i was actually going to gif the bisexual moment in the cafe which i think would’ve been MUCH easier but i jumped the gun and wanted to make the gifs of the shocking ending. funny part about that is the shocking part wasn’t even included in my set (malcolm driving the knife into martin) because i felt like the scene was too short...anyways, let’s talk about the positives:

i really do like the coloring of this one. i used a psd that i’ve used before and luckily it’s meant for outdoor scenes with greenery so the gif really popped. sharpening, buddy ole pal, love you sm. the caption was kinda last minute but i hoped to save it with the gradient. cropping was a bitch because for some reason, it takes forever when you’ve made multiple gifs beforehand (cache innit) pero we pulled through! i actually started not saving the psd files to try and save time which is very unusual for me pero i was getting frustrated with photoshop so i was like y’know what....so i just gave up entirely and stopped saving. i do save when i’m taking my time but jeez, it’s a bad habit. i like saving the psd file because i never know if there is a mistake i missed in post and when i go to publish it, it’s blatant and it needs to be fixed. please, save your psd files idc if it takes up space u can just delete them later. IT HELPS !! TRUST ME!!

first & “last” appearance

i actually premade gifs for this gifset! unfortunately, i didn’t realize that three of the five gifs were the wrong size (pictured above) because i flipped the ratio. instead of 268 x 250, i made them 250 x 268. i don’t know HOW i managed to fuck that up but luckily i saved the psd files (wink, wink) so the coloring was still intact. i think i had to restart photoshop or it was getting too late so i picked it back up in the morning. sucks that i had to remake the entire gif from scratch but we will take some wins xx

coloring is the same with the previous gifset (listen....it’s a good coloring) and i actually did have an alternative coloring that was very warm pero i didn’t end up using it. almost melted the two with the “last” appearance of gil but ultimately didn’t go through with it. also i was thinking of using baby malcolm as the first appearance because technically, that IS his first appearance in the show but i was like...just use adult malcolm lol. also i know that scene of dani isn’t the “first” but the first scene she has goes really quick and she is planked by gil so there isn’t much of a solo (even though this scene isn’t much of a solo either pero it’s better than the former). the lighting is weird in this episode and my coloring tried their best :/ i know gifmakers make each gif a diff coloring pero i’m lazy okay and looking to be time effiencent. another slight tangent is that i actually queued the post for the morning but since i woke up to a storm, i was like, i’m here so i’ll publish it myself.

other than that...i didn’t run into any other problem. i was actually hesitant to make the caption that because i wasn’t sure how to really describe the team. i have poor memory so if there was ever an official name, i do not remember it. i did a quick google search pero it turned up nothing. i stuck with “dream team” because, well, that’s what they are. plus i didn’t want to tarnish the gifset with any mentions of p/olice (i was thinking about putting sumn along the lines of ‘the nypd team’) so DREAM TEAM IT IS because it’s true! you cannot have the show without these five! also, i should’ve used quotations on “last” because there is a bunch of talk about a renewal pero...just in case... sorry y’all :/

odinson brothers parallels

this was made in the spur of the moment. i saw that the teaser trailer with shirtless loki dropped in hd, i came A-RUNNING! it was posted like 47 minutes after the fact and i was like...somebody probably already made a gifset of the scene so i was like...gosh, to make the gifset or not all the while i was trying to download the video. trying because again, this was in the middle of a storm so my wifi was acting up and wasn’t at its strongest (whatever that may be). so i was getting frustrated because neither cc nor 4kdownloader was downloading this small one minute clip. that’s when i knew i was gonna be too late to make the loki gifset so i was like whatever ig...

then i had an idea.

i love parallels so luckily it hit me that this paralleled with thor and how his hair got chopped off. so, i knew i had ragnarok downloaded and got to work <3 wasn’t sure what dimensions to use so i went with 268 x 268 to make perfect squares. because the loki scene was short, i could only make three so i was like..okay, i can work with this. three for loki, three for thor, they’re brothers and they share! i wasn’t planning to add subtitles but i had written them down for the plain gifset so i was like alright, we’re going all in. i didn’t take that long to make since again, they’re small gifs and i did have a coloring in mind that i always use for ragnarok (it’s my fave for non-marvel edits as well). there was a slight adjustment to the final loki gif because i realized the gif had that dark fade into the scene which i didn’t know if it was an artistic choice for the show itself or was added for the trailer only (it happens when companies cut a bunch of scenes together and it’s not at all how it actually plays out). i didn’t want to take any chances so i cut those parts out. i know the gifs are short on the loki side pero...that’s just how it is in show business.

thank you so much for listening and hearing me out! i like discussing my work and i try to have pride in them even if the numbers don’t reflect what i hope they would. either way, still learning, still growing, still thinking about buying p.s. like deadass this shit is RIDICULOUS -_- imagine opening up ps and like...it opens up in less than two minutes...shivers

#read more is because i typed up a lot hehe #i mean to me it doesn't look like a lot pero i don't want to clog y'all's tl

[verobatto]

Destiel Chronicles

It was a love story from the very beginning.

Vol. XXXVI

Goodbye my Love. Goodbye Stranger.

(8x17)

Hello My Friends! How are you? Another important meta from season 8, and we are here... We are in the crypt scene!! Our hearts will break... 😭

I want to say thank you to my friend @agusvedder she made the gifs for this meta and discussed with me the episode.

Okay... Let's do this... **Deep breath**

Sam knows

In episode 8x17 Goodbye Stranger, Sam and Dean knew Castiel was behaving weird.

Although that, Dean had prayed to him because he was worried about Sam, but as we learned in the previous volume of this Chronicles, he didn't pray just for that, but also, because he wanted to see Castiel. Because Dean missed him and he was worried about him too.

So, when Sam discovered Dean was praying to him, even knowing Castiel was acting weird, he didn't just ask once, but twice about why his brother prayed to him...

This first time, Sam is in awe, but this second time... With the whole thing digested, and with Castiel off, Sam is more direct.

DEAN: Well, he puts the "ass" in "Cas," huh?

SAM: He's definitely off.

DEAN: Off? He hasn't been right since he got back from Purgatory. We still don't know how he got out of there

Okay, this is a discussion the brother had had already, maybe a lot of times. They both were agreed about Castiel behaving weird. Then... Sam has this clear, but it caught his attention Dean's doesn't have things clear apparently, because he prayed to him. So... Here is the question, direct, and without anesthesia...

And Dean's face is acting everything. Okay, you can argue with me about this point, because later on this episode we will have this dialogue...

SAM: I'm fine.

DEAN: No, you're not fine. You haven't been fine since the first trial. That's why I called Cas.

Yes, Dean prayed to Castiel because he was worried about Sam, we already knew that... But... What we know too is... He prayed waiting for Castiel to appear right there in his room, remember? So... One of the reason, the big one, is the necessity of Castiel to heal his brother, to protect him, but the Hidden One, that one that makes Dean try to hide, and put himself flustered when Sam asked him the reason why, I because he wanted to see Cas, because he's worried about him, and he missed him. Because he loves him.

So here he had the perfect motive again to show his brother he called Cas because he was worried about his little brother's healthy... Perfect... No homo there my friends... Just a worried brother calling for his totally platonic bro/friend to help him.

But Sam is insightful and clever, I want you to jump with me to the last scene... We can do that because we all know this episode like our names, so... A little more of Sammy knows...

After the crypt scene, they were back on the road in baby, Castiel had left, as we know, and this is what Dean says to Sam...

SAM: So... what happened? I mean, Cas touched the tablet, and it reset him to his factory settings or something?

DEAN: I don't know. And I don't care. All I know is that he is off the reservation with a-a heavenly WMD. Listen, man, I can't take any more lies -- from anyone.

Dean is mad, Sam gets it immediately, he's mad. But not at Sam. Sam gets that too.

Because when Dean avoids a topic... Is because that's really affecting him...

And then... This song starts to play... And watch Sammy's face...

These are the lyrics from Goodbye Stranger

It was an early morning yesterday

I was up before the dawn

And I really have enjoyed my stay

But I must be moving on

Like a king without a castle

Like a queen without a throne

I'm an early morning lover

And I must be moving on

Okay, this is a lover of one night, a lover that doesn't get strains to anyone. After Dean confessed his feelings to Castiel on that crypt, Castiel decides to run away with the tablet, leaving Dean alone, heartbroken and feeling unrequited. Again.

Now I believe in what you say

Is the undisputed truth

But I have to have things my own way

To keep me in my youth

We are still talking about Castiel here.

Like a ship without an anchor

Like a slave without a chain

Just the thought of those sweet ladies

Sends a shiver through my veins

Castiel deciding to leave again, he rejected Dean's feelings (from Dean's POV) and help. He's a lone wolf. B

And I will go on shining

Shining like brand new

I'll never look behind me

My troubles will be few

Goodbye stranger it's been nice

Hope you find your paradise

Tried to see your point of view

Hope your dreams will all come true

And we had reached Dean's POV at this point, he's mad, and very very angry. Because he was rejected and Cas didn't trust him. So he's saying goodbye to him.

Goodbye Mary, goodbye Jane

Will we ever meet again

Feel no sorrow, feel no shame

Come tomorrow, feel no pain

Dean pushing down all his feelings again.

Sweet devotion (Goodbye, Mary)

It's not for me (Goodbye, Jane)

Just give me motion (Will we ever)

To set me free (Meet again?)

In the land and the ocean (Feel no sorrow)

Far away (Feel no shame)

It's the life I've chosen (Come tomorrow)

Every day (Feel no pain)

So goodbye, Mary (Goodbye, Mary)

Goodbye, Jane (Goodbye, Jane)

Will we ever (Will we ever)

Meet again? (Meet again?)

This is Dean trying to say goodbye to his feeling for Castiel, is not for me, goodbye sweet devotion, because he feels so hurted and heartbroken, he decides to push everything down, because he feel unrequited.

Now... Let's come back to one important thing right here... Megstiel time...

Megstiel brought us Jealous!Dean back again

The classic Megstiel scene, is quite interesting, because Meg can't stop to seduce Cas by throwing at him a lot of sugestives quotes... I won't talk about the whole conversation, Agua is making a gifset I will relate with this meta because sadly, I just can put 10 gifs to show you all the things I saw, but what I want to point here is an idea I constructed in my head since I met Castiel. Please read this mini meta here I wrote time ago, about Castiel's seduction techniques.

And you will catch what I need to show you now in this piece of dialogue...

CASTIEL: These wounds have festered. [CASTIEL wraps gauze around one of MEG's wrists.]

MEG: You really do know how to make a girl's nethers quiver, don't you? [MEG is sitting on the couch, holding an open bottle of booze, she's been cleaned up a bit.]

CASTIEL: I am aware of how to do that. Although it doesn't usually involve cleaning wounds.

Did you read that?!!!!!! Cas is aware about seduction techniques!!

As I said on my mini meta, I'm pretty sure Castiel used his seduction techniques with Dean... And he still does that! Because HE KNOWS HOW TO DO THAT!!

Plus his innate sexiness... BOOM! HERE YOU HAVE THE HOTTEST ANGEL ON THE GARRISON.

Irresistible... PrayxDean.

Okay, let's talk about Jealous!Dean. We had two scenes in which we had Dean feeling jealous in Meg presence.

First scene, and how writers and producers are very aware of the fandom's ships... And they use it.

Dean is saying this with disgust, why he feels jealous always about Meg? Well, maybe because Castiel kissed Meg so passionate that time? And they had that special friendship in season 7???

And then this one... Dean acting like cockblocker, really Dean? Control your jealous face please 😏

The Crypt Scene

Okay, we're here, Carver era, crypt scene, a place in which Dean had to say I LOVE YOU to Cas, making Destiel canon, but he did, because Jensen's was so right back then, Dean wasn't prepared...

But... What happened in this crypt? Everything!

Okay, First of all, I need you to rewind the video, at the beginning of this episode, remember that scene with a lot of Dean's killed by Castiel, with Naomi watching? Yeah... She made Cas kill a lot.of Dean bc she knew what Cas felt for him. So she needed to be sure Cas will kill Dean when it will be needed. She was a bitch...

Then... When CAS and Dean were alone at the crypt, and Dean had the angel tablet in his hands... The program in Castiel's head started to roll. Dean noticed Castiel was trying to get the tablet, and he didn't trust in Cas because he was acting weird... So... He tried to get from the angel some truth... Like... How he had been pulled out from Purgatory...

CASTIEL: I can't let you take that, Dean.

DEAN: Can't or won't?

CASTIEL: Both.

DEAN: How did you get out of Purgatory, Cas?

Immediately, after seeing that wasn't HIS CAS, Dean threw that question.

The entire scene flips between the crypt and Naomi, and how CAS is trying so hard not to obey and keep Dean safe.

DEAN: Just tell me how you got out of Purgatory. Be honest with me -- for the first time since you've been back -- [DEAN nods towards the stone he's still holding] and this is yours. [CASTIEL's blade drops into his hand.]

Dean needed to hear the truth. Everything, he needed to hear too... Castiel didn't stay because he didn't want to come back with him... He needed Cas to say that was a lie too...

DEAN: Cas. Cas, I don't know what the hell is wrong with you, but if you're in there and you can hear me, you don't have to do this. [CASTIEL attacks, DEAN blocks the blow with the stone.] Cas! [Flashes of light, thunder rumbles.]

Dean sees Castiel isn't there, he's defending himself against a robot, where is his friend? He tries to call h back, to drag him to reality. He tries because he believes he can reach him.

And while this is happening and Cas began to hit Dean, Naomi tries to keep him under control, because Castiel is fighting back strongly, Naomi wants him to protect the tablet and kill Dean, and Cas wants to protect DEAN.

NAOMI: Do you realize what that tablet can do for us?

CASTIEL: I...

NAOMI: For heaven?

CASTIEL: I won't hurt Dean.

NAOMI: Yes. You will. You are.

The scene is too intense, and Cas keeps hitting Dean, and Dean keeps calling him. Till... This happens...

Look at Dean's hand, trying to reach Castiel...

Dean is not just trying to reach Cas with his hand, but also with his words... He's sure Castiel is there, and he's sure he will listen, and he's sure Castiel will come back to him. That's why he tries with everything he has... With honesty. Tries to get him back with honest feelings and words... We need you... Not hell... Cas... I NEED YOU. The same words he used when he convinced him to follow him in Purgatory. I need you, don't leave me. This I NEED YOU is so so important, is the replacement of the I LOVE YOU that never happens. So is the big I NEED YOU. Dean's naked feelings. His last shot. His bare soul. Right there. Chest open, heart beating.

Dean is waiting for Castiel's reaction after his confession, and immediately after that honest I NEED YOU, Castiel breaks connection, and he's back again.

Not the tablet, why not? Because the I NEED YOU is what makes Cas stop. And when he touches the tablet, and Crowley reveals the tablet was what kept Castiel disconnected with Naomi, why he still was disconnected after losing the tablet? Pure logic, my friends, the tablet had nothing to do with this disconnection, it was Dean's I NEED YOU, who worked, and brought Cas back. The love. The Profound Bond.

And it hurts a lot, because while Castiel was hitting him, Dean was grabbing his forearm, with fear, he thought Cas will kill him... But he just couldn't stop grabbing him, he couldn't stop being close to him like that. He has to get his angel back... And when CAS reach's his face with his hand... Dean grabbed Castiel's forearm again, you have to rewatch the scene is so romantic and angsty, Dean was terrified, but he just remained there... Kneeled... Tryin to make Cas to hear him, and trying to get him back, and he did it.

The big question the writers left to us, we already know the answer...

DEAN: Well, w-what broke the connection?

CASTIEL: I don't know. I just know that I have to protect this tablet now.

DEAN: From Naomi?

CASTIEL: Yes. And from you.

Castiel said this, because it was Purgatory all over again, and Leviathans chasing after Cas, but this time, were Angels and a dangerous Naomi, so he needed to put that tablet safe and far away from everyone, and from Dean, to protect him again.

But what Dean understood here is CAS DOESN'T TRUST ME, AFTER I CONFESSED MY FEELINGS, HE DOESN'T TRUST ME. And his heart broke again, and we had to hear that song in the car... Dean is heartbroken, as the first half of the season showed us, tons of broken and eaten hearts... He's disappointed with CAS... And he's feeling rejected and unrequited...

To Conclude:

This episode showed us Sam Winchester getting the idea of what Dean feels for Castiel.

We also had Megstiel as a tool, because it brought us back Jealous Dean and we got the idea about how Castiel is conscious about seduction techniques.

But the most important scene, one of the most emblematic of Destiel scenes, was the Crypt scene. The I LOVE that never happened, but a huge love Confession from Dean to get Castiel back.

The confession brought Castiel back, but when the angel ran away from Dean, Dean felt rejected, heartbroken and unrequited, and he began to pushing all his feelings down again.

I hope you like this meta, I suffered a lot, but we'll.. I love this scene...

See you in the next one!

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Buenos Aires November 5th 2019 8:11 PM

#destiel #destiel chronicles #destiel meta #supernatural meta #season 8 meta #vol. xxxvi

[angsty-nerd]

On New Year's Eve, I marathon watched episodes 1-6...because it just felt like a good way to end 2019. I did the 2nd half of the season last night.

Yesterday morning I was listening to the current insane version of my Echo playlist on my way to work, and the song Wind & Anchor by the National Parks was playing and it got me thinking about Liz leaving, and how abruptly she changed (or was changed by Isobel's meddling).

Here's what we know from Canon. We have Liz and Max's prom night bonding that we see in 1x06. Two weeks before graduation, Liz tells Rosa, "Maybe I don't want to miss Max Evans". The afternoon of the night Rosa dies, Liz and Max have a semi-date, go out to the desert, drink beer, dance, almost kiss. Liz tells Max, "I don't want to be a leaver like my Mom." It's clearly important to her. Max offers to go with her on her road trip and she is shocked, but thrilled, at the suggestion. She doesn’t pull away. The idea of it doesn’t freak her out. If anything, she leans into the idea. Her body language portrays excitement. Her smile gets wider, she gets closer to him, and eventually just ends up in his arms by the end of the scene.

I tried to find a gif of this scene to emphasize my point, but alas, somehow there seems to be this one Echo scene that hasn’t been giffed! So you’re stuck with my crappy screen caps instead. And I couldn’t resist keeping the first and last one bigger because they’re such friggin gorgeous shots. New Mexico people.

After Rosa dies, Max says he wanted to tell Liz the truth, but when he went to do so, she was saying goodbye to her family and leaving. Isobel and Michael both confirm that he wanted to tell Liz the truth and they both knew it. Isobel and Michael decide that Max's feelings for Liz are too dangerous and Isobel gets inside Liz's head and "erases it" (per Michael) to make Liz forget how she feels about Max (implied by Isobel in 1x04). Michael tells Liz, "you didn't leave town of your own volition." Isobel still swears up and down that she can only influence people, that she can't make them do things they don't want to do, but that doesn't entirely jive with the whole she'll just forget how she feels about you statement.

I know I’ve read some fabulous meta over Isobel’s certainty in how her powers had successfully worked on Liz in the past and therefore why they would work again, and I don’t really want to reexplore this from Isobel’s perspective. I’ll just direct you to @latessitrice’s fabulous meta on it over here instead: https://latessitrice.tumblr.com/post/189111618847/mini-meta-this-time-focussing-on-isobel-sending

In classic angsty nerd fashion, I want to look back at the what ifs instead, because it’s those what ifs that haunt me as a fan of the show and as a person invested in this relationship.

Because it’s fairly clear that Liz’s perspective changed. And yes, most of that has to do with Rosa dying. But I think Isobel’s influence also played a huge factor. I think Isobel got into Liz’s head and erased her memory of her feelings for Max. And I do think she made her leave town, and I don’t think that Liz would have run the way she did without that influence. I DO think Liz would have still gone on her road trip. But I think that after her family being destroyed by Rosa’s death and the resulting racism, that made leaving extremely appealing. And then not having that desire for Max as a driving factor anymore, suddenly there felt like there was nothing worth staying for, and all the reasons to leave.

But, as a fan of the show, the what if that makes me the craziest, is of course being robbed of Liz’s reaction to being separated from Max. Without those feelings, she didn’t get to react, she couldn’t react. Whereas, we know, it devastated Max. We know he pined and suffered and fell into a state of extreme depression that pretty much lasted most of the decade, if his own words are accurate in describing how he felt with Liz gone. But with her feelings erased, Liz was like a blank slate until she finally came home.

I’ve always been somewhat fascinated by Liz’s reaction to seeing Max in the pilot, before the shooting. I’ve seen lots of fandom interpretations of her just being stunned at the sight of him. And I do think there’s some of that, but I think there’s something else going on too. Liz’s mind was likely still affected by Isobel’s influence. There had been nothing to shake her free of it with a decade away from Roswell and Max. Before she sees Max, she’s quickly established as a fighter, as someone with a sharp tongue who isn’t easily shaken. But then she sees Max, and she’s frozen. Shook. Stunned. Speechless.

I think that it’s her brain fighting Isobel’s influence.

She sees Max and she immediately starts to feel. But her brain has been told to forget those feelings. So as she flashes to memories of longing for Max in high school, at the same time as she’s processing those feelings, her brain is trying to shut them down, and thus, the internal struggle leaves her frozen and unable to fully react. And once she’s given an opportunity, what’s the first thing she does? She follows Isobel’s instructions. She leaves the checkpoint and continues on her way without even looking back. And by the time she’s talking to her father, she’s not even thinking about Max anymore. Just about ICE and the potential danger to her father.

Then, a few hours later, Max walks into the Crashdown to see her. And what happens again? The same thing. Frozen. Shook. Stunned. Speechless. At least at first. I love this gifset of that moment: https://goodvibesinroswell.tumblr.com/post/188098149117/good-vibes-of-the-day-max-liz-shook

But then, having that feeling and that internal struggle twice in one night allows her to fight the influence, and somehow she just feels enough to ask him to stay for that milkshake. Which in turn allows her to have a conversation.

Until of course, she gets shot. And Max heals her. And in healing the bullet in her chest, what if the healing also managed to repair whatever was broken in her brain from Isobel’s influence? Because from that point on, she doesn’t seem to have trouble interacting with Max. The next time she sees him she’s got a plan and a purpose and doesn’t struggle to stick to it.

And then once he comes clean to her...once they talk and she begins to understand how he feels about her, the feelings came back quickly. Which takes me back to being AAAANGSTY over the what ifs. Because without that influence, maybe she would have missed Max. Maybe she would have wanted to visit. Maybe just that one more thing would have made Roswell a little less awful to remember.

#rnm echo meta #rnm echo #max&liz #liz ortecho #my meta

[five-wow]

10.01 thoughts (or basically a rambly recap, very spoilery, with a lot of caps lock abuse) under the cut!!! :D

JERRY’S BEEN SHOT. that’s not actually a surprise at this point in any way, but oh gosh, poor guy. “it hurts more than i thought it would.” oh no. :c

i’m confused though - grover’s there calling an ambulance, jerry is bleeding, steve is keeping pressure on the wound, but where’s danny? clutching his heart out of frame? OH WAIT he could be arresting ezra hassan, i suppose?

on screen: 2 weeks later. jfdkfjdk they resolved that cliffhanger in like, under thirty seconds.

love jerry’s longer curly hair! REALLY LOVE that jerry and junior are playing battleship, omg.

jerry thought about HIS DND BUDDIES WHEN HE GOT SHOT. i love him. (i’m also both worried about his mental health and glad they’re showing him actually feeling some repercussions from getting shot, aside from the flesh wound.)

tani and junior!!! are going to the opera!!! wonderful, i’m into it.

AH. here we have steve on his date, omfg. it all looks so pretty - the background, the restaurant, the date, steve. REALLY AWKWARD conversation though, fjdkfd. steve’s been hanging with danny too much - as soon as someone asks “what are you thinking” he just opens up his heart.

“it’s just crazy, you know. things that happen at work.” FDJKFDJF i’m glad he’s seeing that AFTER NINE YEARS.

DANNY CALLS. i’ve seen the clips that were drifting around tumblr, so i knew it was going to happen, but still. DANNY CALLS. IN THE MIDDLE OF STEVE’S DATE.

“i think it’s best,” steve says, about taking a phone call from danny while he’s in the middle of a first date with a really pretty woman who seems very kind about his total awkwardness, oh BOY

the WAY danny says “hi” just already has me in stitches. i die. and then steve’s “dude! i don’t know.” he sounds so frustrated! poor guy.

“words are kinda just, they’re falling out of my mouth, i don’t know why.” OH STEVE. also: that’s 80% of all fic in which steve finally confesses his feelings to danny ever. thank you, canon, for giving us a steve who is canonically prone to this.

“do you have any game at all?” danny asks, of steve, WHO HE IS CALLING IN THE MIDDLE OF A DATE. the co-dependency here is HIGH and it’s probably unhealthy but i’m enjoying it a lot, truly.

okay so, steve says “you’ve called twice, we haven’t even ordered!” and then DANNY SAYS “if you answered my texts, i wouldn’t have to call” and that’s just ALL SO BAD. they are TERRIBLE together and that woman should probably run far away.

danny! way to build up steve’s confidence on this date by telling him his thing is awkward and messing things up, holy shit.

I’M SCREAMING. “that was danny. who i love. very much.” I AM YELLING. YES. GOOD. PREMIUM CONTENT.

just. i love “i love you”s, okay. i love them. we got one (1) in s9 at the end of 9.01, but we’re off to a good start now in 10.01, with steve telling his frigging date that he loves danny, oh my.

IT GOT WORSE. i paused like, in the middle of steve’s sentence, and then as soon as i hit play the date said “sounds like my ex” and steve says “you know, it’s funny that you say that, because it’s kind of like a marriage” and uh, hello steve, i made a gifset about that the day before yesterday, thank you for giving me an update, but also just. wtf. wtf holy shit

i. i just. this is supposedly steve on a date with a woman being all heterosexual, but it’s really an extremely mcdanno scene, like ten times more than i was prepared for, wow.

real talk though, i’m almost certain this relationship isn’t going anywhere, but this woman seems really cool!!! i love her so far.

tani is actually enjoying the opera and junior seems to be paying more attention to her than the stage and i have no idea if this is actually an officially official date between them or if they’re still “just friends”, but it’s all so cute. and then, of course, some anonymous guy shows up with a sketchy briefcase that’s inevitably going to contain weapons, but oh well, it was nice for how long it lasted.

a slightly updated intro!!! katrina law is already in it (which i like) and the new group shot is kind of crowded but really nice, but fjdkfdjkdf they chose a really awkward moment where adam is supposedly typing something on the tech table but he’s REALLY OBVIOUSLY just randomly tapping his fingers on it. that’s going to haunt me. oh dear show runners, why.

danny... says steve was blowing his date, as they arrive on the crime scene that junior and tani found, and steve says he has a second date and danny goes “you got a second date?” incredulously and almost dismayed and that just really sounds like he WANTED steve to blow it. what is this, danny, setting steve up with a pretty woman from steve’s school to test him? see if he’ll say no and fall in your arms instead, and when he doesn’t, you’re disappointed?

even the lighting in this random stairwell gun fight chase scene is kind of pretty! the blue and red? i like it.

oh NO, steve, you’re not even ten minutes into a new season and you’re chasing some suicidally parcouring bad guy across roof tops and into a jump that’s REALLY going to give danny a heart attack, jesus.

fdjkfd danny telling steve that ten years ago he would’ve made that jump? telling him he’s forty? i’m not sure if that’s kind of mean or really good, but it might be both.

plot stuff happens, but i keep getting distracted by all the grey in steve’s beard and his new, longer hair. it’s good.

i like quinn’s introduction!!! i really do, more than i’d expected. and honestly, that déjà vu thing lenkov was talking about is very faint to me, to the point where it’s mostly just there because danny says it out loud in the text and then forcibly makes it so. they’re not in steve’s garage, it’s the wrong car they’re standing next to, there are three people instead of two and there’s no “one, two, three” and showing badges, but steve yeets his badge over the windshield of the car in quinn’s direction. the similarity isn’t that strong.

danny going “i gotta follow him” about steve and “i don’t know [shrugs]” about where they’re going is beautiful.

i’m about halfway through the episode now and steve and danny have spent SO MUCH time together and it’s really good but also has me slightly worried that they’re pushing all the steve&danny content for the entire season in one episode, omg. it’s good, though. i’m happy for now.

adam is still doing yakuza stuff. i get it, because it’s the one big thing they’ve given his character, but i do get kind of tired of it. he’s supposedly out, but every time they need it for plot reasons, he still has connections somewhere that are willing to help him for whatever reason.

and then quinn shows up and pulls a gun on adam, fjdkfd. listen, i know i said i was getting tired of him doing the yakuza thing over and over, but shooting him would be a little drastic.

danny: “this is good, we’re chasing a monster truck. that’s totally normal, right?” how is it that NOW they’re both suddenly realizing their lives are kind of crazy? they weren’t crazy before, guys? guys??

HAH, the guy in the truck drives over a dozen cars. that’s ridiculous, but a lot of fun, omg.

danny, when he finds tani and quinn in the same room at hq: “oh good, you two have met.” YES. MY SENTIMENTS. except i’m perhaps a little more exuberant about it. TWO MAIN FEMALE CHARACTERS IN ONE SCENE YES GOOD I LIKE THIS. we haven’t had this since... season 4, maybe? when catherine was briefly part of the team?

oh SHIT. danny: “are you sure you’re not related to steve in any way?” okay SO. we’re all assuming quinn is steve’s new love interest, but quinn being steve’s secret half sister somehow? also nonsense, but nonsense i’d like. and i mean, they need to keep the mcgarrett family drama alive somehow, so this could be fun.

quinn: “can’t this thing go any faster? [steve looks at her weird] what?” steve: “nothing. just never had that complaint before.” that is a LIE. i know for a fact that that’s a lie, because i have a stupid amount of knowledge of h50 of the top of my head and one of the things i know is that in 8.01 tani pops up between steve and danny while she’s in the backseat of the camaro and ALSO asks if it doesn’t go any faster. i know what they’re going for here, setting quinn and steve up as equals, and i like what they’re trying to tell us about quinn as a character in theory but come on, if you’re trying to convince us steve is all impressed by this woman that you might be setting him up with romantically, at least do some continuity fact checking on your own show, guys.

anyway! i do like that it’s canon that all women in five-0 think the camaro isn’t fast enough. get wrecked, steve and danny, HA.

when steve said to the bad guy “my friend lou here is going to put some handcuffs on you” i thought at first that he said “liu”, as in quinn’s last name, and oh man, first they had tani and junior’s last names as rey and reigns, which was close enough, but now they have lou and liu, gosh.

!!! this talk between steve and quinn in front of kamekona’s?? i LIKE IT. A LOT. we get to know a little more about quinn and steve genuinely does treat her as an equal and a capable colleague and there’s nothing especially romantic about this, which is good this early on even if they’re doing that later because i do feel like it could possibly work but right now it would just be really weird and very forced and i’m just really relieved that’s the dynamic they’re going for. this, this is good.

OH BOY. “we’re breaking up with you, danny” steve says. i... wow.

FAIR THOUGH. it’s probably a REALLY GOOD idea of steve to maybe involve danny a little less in his dating life if he wants to, well, actually have one that’s viable for life, but oh GOSH. danny going “you can’t cut me out” when steve tells him this? danny is just. so interested in steve’s romantic life, damn.

tani: “mom and dad are fighting again.” fdjkfdjk YES. this time it’s not even junior saying this to eddie behind steve and danny’s back, it’s just tani saying it out loud to the entire group and nobody says anything about it so uhhh that’s accepted fact then, within the team. GOOD.

ohhhh jerry is leaving. also not a real surprise and it’s probably kind of good that the team doesn’t endlessly keep growing if quinn joins this season, but ahh, i’m sad, anyway.

GROUP HUG. i love EVERY SINGLE THING ABOUT THIS.

oh gooood, somebody put a bomb in the champ box in steve’s garage. that’s harsh.

final thoughts: i LIKED THIS. very much!!! i’m relieved about that, tbh, because at least i’m happy about the start of the season, which seems like a good sign, haha. i love quinn so far, there was REALLY GREAT mcdanno stuff in this, i love that steve is dating again, tani and junior seem to be dating, jerry is fairly healthy and happy - all around lots of good stuff.

i do kind of think that cliffhanger from last season got extremely little attention (we didn’t even see ezra hassan get arrested, and what happened to her kid? where was danny? idk it was weirdly short and quick), but it’s still possible they’re coming back to that in a later episode, idk.

#h50 #10.01 #h50 spoilers #episode rambles

[almaasi]

reaction post typed while watching SPN 14x02 “Gods and Monsters”

Cas gives the softest, most loving advice, full of character growth, and hello yes where’s the petition for me to adopt him as my angel dad

03:13pm

the title reminds me of Lana Del Rey’s song of the same name, and/or the cover of the song from American Horror Story, and by extension, that song has reminded me of Cas in purgatory ever since purgatory became a thing. i used to sing that song to my rat Barty, definitely up there in my favourite songs of all time

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oh no this is a deadly duo episode

immediate dread

hrhrhhhhhhh

please don’t make me hate the song

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03:15pm

here we go

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03:18

michael!dean: “yyeeesss... good boy”

on the one hand, yes dean please do praise other men like that while giving them something to drink, please do that a lot

but on the other hand NOT THEIR OWN BLOOD PLEASE and it would be great if you had their consent and you weren’t possessed while doing it

in other words: yes but NO but yes

file thing under sexy things i would rather came with a different context

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03:22

bobby: "voracity”

mmm good word

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03:24

sam: “cas you know why you can’t come with us, right?”

cas: “my angelic presence will be sensed by michael, thereby nullifying your hopes of a sneak attack”

okay while that’s probably true, WHAT a buLLSHIT REASON TO KEEP CAS AWAY FROM DEAN BECAUSE IT’LL END UP BEING ANOTHER “I LOVE YOU PLEASE FIGHT THIS AND COME BACK TO ME” SCENE

like i know people were complaining cas was kind of useless last episode but THIS TAKES IT TO A WHOLE NEW LEVEL

YEAH LET’S JUST DO A SNEAK ATTACK AGAINST A SUPER-POWERED ANGEL MANIAC WITHOUT THE MOST POWERFUL ALLY WE HAVE

great idea

last episode’s uselessness was kind of explainable and excusable but this one was just like “hey let’s point out exactly what we’re doing under the guise of a real reason”

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03:28

cas: “nick is *chuckles* just a mess”

sam: “it’s not his fault”

H

WHAT

HOW DOES CAS NOT ALREADY KNOW IT’S NOT NICK’S FAULT

CAS IS MADE OF EMPATHY

WHAT

unless the squint is cas’ surprise that sam understands nick’s predicament

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03:32

nick: “i don’t get how i could let lucifer possess me”

um.... victim blaming much

cas: “you were in a lot of pain, and lucifer saw a vulnerability, and he exploited it”

this is probably destiel tbh, given lucifer possessed cas for half a season and basically used that time to mess with dean’s feelings

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03:35

bobby: “if they were doa, do you have an eta on tod?”

i probably watch too many murder mysteries if i knew what that meant before i even realised he was using acronyms

LIVER TEMP

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03:38

aww but isn’t this cute?? sam gets to run a case with his mom and his kind-of-dad <3 <3 <3

FAMILY BONDING OVER DEAD BODIES

...i.e. my family yesterday

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03:40

you know, i just realised what bothered me about sam saying “you know why you need to stay behind, right cas?”

it’s not the fact cas stays behind, because he’s clearly needed here in the bunker, and he gets his story, and he gets to do stuff, and we get to see soft caring cas. so i’m not mad.

but what bothers me is the... i guess condescension from sam? not in his voice, since jared acted just right, but in the script. the fact sam had to give a reason, and ask if cas knew why. and it could’ve just been cas saying “hey you know what, i don’t wanna screw up your mission, i’ll stay”

and maybe sam could’ve argued a little and then cas puts his foot down and say no (and maybe cas doesn’t want to see dean possessed because it’ll hurt too much)

 that would’ve read better to me

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03:45

how the hell do they have old books on angels in the bunker library??? before angels showed up in season 4 nobody saw them for years???? and i thought there were no books on them

how does jack come up with figures like “a month” to replenish archangel grace

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03:47

jack: “what did you have left?”

cas: “well - i had sam and dean”

the way he says that makes me smile

and i love that this season they seem to be going for a “cas knows he’s loved” thing

cas: “just basic me.... as dean would say, without all the bells and whistles”

<3 <3 <3

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03:49

“the past... is important, but it’s not as important as where you’re going”

can cas be my dad pls

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03:51

oh nick has muscle memory defence mechanisms leftover from lucifer

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03:52

cas: “even though he’s departed, there may still be some of his influence within you”

i snorted... “influence”

spn conventions ruined that word

i can’t imaging misha got through that line without making dirty jokes at least 5 times

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03:57

*crosses fingers* pLEASE LET THIS ELEGANT BROWN LADY IN THE RED DRESS NOT DIE HORRIBLY and/or be raped or something

i don’t trust a red dress, too close to a red shirt

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04:00

micheal: “now... summon your master”

oh no is this gonna be another one of those familiar-is-a-brown-person-and-the-white-master-has-sex-with-them things

(sidenote edit after watching this episode: i feel like the deadly duo has been sliiiiightly less racist and sexist in recent episodes they’ve written? i mean a woman died this episode and a background black dude, but i wonder if they’re Trying Hard and i’m (we’re?) ignoring progress because of past mistakes. still not a fan, but... i sense something a little different here. just a bit??? mayhaps. could be wrong. time will tell.)

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04:04

cas: “in all my thousands of years... what happened to jimmy novak.. is my greatest regret”

for reasons unknown this became my favourite cas moment this season so far

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04:06

there’s a lot of jensen in michael’s expressions, it’s weird

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04:08

also feeling weird about the fact michael seduced a woman to get to her male boss??

if he could track down that lady, why wouldn’t he just straight-up track down the dude instead? i mean, besides heteronormativity and establishing michael as Straight

but then again, maybe it’s a bisexual subtext

he acts like he wants the woman but actually wants the man

okay, that makes more sense, way less weird now

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04:11

jack: “mrs kline?”

HE JUST MET HIS GRANDMOTHER

I IMMEDIATELY WANT GRANDMA & GRANDSON ADVENTURES AND BOSS BATTLES

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04:18

i love this shot

thank u richard speight jr

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04:21

NO DON’T TELL CAS THINGS ABOUT DEAN DYING IT WILL HURT HIM A LOT

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you know what, at some point this season i wanna see cas bawling his eyes out and ugly crying because of dean

but then being happily reunited with him and everything is fine

(and then they kiss)

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04:24

oooooh boy maybe nick’s friend was the murderer, that flicker in his face gave it away.........

nick’s gonna murder him isn’t he

and then trigger something and have some kind of ex-lucifer power

which is gonna cause a huge fuss but at some point is gonna be directed at michael

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04:32

oop no, nick was maybe the murderer, and his friend saw him coming out and was trying to protect him.

fffffffffffffffffffascinating

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well it’s over~

not a bad episode? favourite bit was cas imparting good advice, and jack being jack, and then dean talking to sam at the end

probably not an episode i’ll remember a single thing about in 2 months, besides gifsets of cas from this episode showing up in character growth compilations on my dash for the next 5 years

but a decent bridging episode between the last part of the story and the next, i think

i guess this season’s starting slow and working up to something, and it’s clearly going somewhere. i await more lady characters having episodes of their own, and fun monster of the week episodes with team free will ?? please and thank. in general they’re the best ones imo

also... i thought of this while jack was talking to his grandparents: i kind of feel like they’re trying to wrap some loose ends up, just a bit. the season-4-onwards story seems to be coming full circle with michael and lucifer, i think sam will probably end up being some sort of vessel for lucifer (?) at some point, again

but that’s a theory and there’s no telling what direction anything is gonna go in, given the track record of setting up plots and then not following through

not as bad as merlin though, nothing will ever top the lack of follow-through like merlin did. still salty so many years later

but ?? i am not disappointed by this episode so that’s good right

8.5/10 maybe

OKAY COOL

#14x02 #gods and monsters #spn spoilers #season 14 #Elmie watches things #post of postiness

[mamacyno]

The History I Want

Yet another fix-it speculation for a way to resolve the Lyatt/Jessica storyline.

Takes place the day after the final scene in episode 2x07.  Lucy reflects on her last conversation with Wyatt and starts to realize that she may have misjudged just how happy he really is now that Jessica is back.

Also available on AO3.

Lucy sat alone in her and Jiya’s room making use of  some much-needed alone time to try and process her conversation with Wyatt from the night before.  Although she appreciated the sympathetic ear and open door Flynn assured her was always available, Lucy didn’t need (or want) to deaden her brain synapses this time.

As she sat on her cot with back against the wall, she closed her eyes tightly trying to remember and replay every detail of Wyatt’s facial expression and body language right before he walked away from her. Where’s a Tumblr gifset when you need it, she thought to herself.

There was something about his reaction to when she said her “kicking ass and saving the world” comment that was… unexpected.  She knows it was a cheesy attempt to lighten the mood, but she thought she’d get one of his trademark smirks or a half-hearted chuckle.  At least that’s what the “old Wyatt” would have done, she thinks. Heck, even this Wyatt who was so seemingly desperate to continue being friends would have acknowledged her goofiness with a smile.  Instead, he just seemed… sad, as if he lost his best friend.

Suddenly Lucy opened her eyes and let out a small gasp.  She remembered the first time she had seen that look on his face before.

“Jessica died. It was my fault.”

Lucy closed her eyes again and leaned back against the cool bunker wall, which now felt eerily familiar to that New Jersey county prison in 1937. The look she saw on Wyatt’s face last night is the same one that would come across his face every time he spoke about Jessica for as long as she’d known him up until one windy moonlit night in 1941.

But that makes no sense, Lucy thought as she tried to make sense of this discovery. Jessica’s alive, he should be overjoyed to have the love of his life back. He finally has everything he’s wanted, and yet… Lucy realized she couldn’t remember the last time that she saw Wyatt smile – genuinely smile – out of happiness. Like he did the last time he had his hands on my hips, standing in our own little bubble in a crowded bunker with a look in his eyes that hinted at...  Lucy silently reproached herself for letting her mind finish that thought, but she couldn’t deny that it was the truth.

Up until that moment, Lucy had convinced herself that Wyatt was suppressing his joyful emotions about his wife’s return to spare her feelings. But then she recalled seeing Wyatt’s almost forced wave goodbye to his wife from her seat in the Lifeboat as she strapped in for their trip to 1919.  Wyatt could have easily made a quick trip back down the stairs to say a more heartfelt goodbye safely out of Lucy’s line of sight.  As much as she was hurting, she wouldn’t have disparaged him for showing his wife an inkling of affection.  After all, the entire team knows the risks of time travel include returning to a changed future where loved ones no longer exist.

The scene she had to witness between the Logans when they returned, however, is one that she wished she could drown out with a half a bottle of vodka. Her only comfort from that uncomfortable situation was that it looked like Wyatt finally got it.  He broke off the kiss and quickly ushered Jessica out of the room.  He understood that Lucy being supportive of his decision didn’t mean she wanted a front-row seat to witness their happy marriage.

Happy, Lucy repeated to herself. She almost wished that Wyatt acted happier to have his wife back, not only for his own happiness, but so that she could achieve some sense of closure and reassurance that everyone made the right decisions.  Everything is how it was meant to be; how destiny wanted it to happen.

“Oh, what? You’re all about fate and destiny, except when it comes to love?”

Lucy smirked at the irony of Wyatt’s words from what felt like a lifetime ago.  I guess fate had other plans for us, she thought ruefully, as she lay down on her side hugging her pillow and suddenly regretting being alone with her thoughts.

As the first tear began to pool in her eyes, there was a soft knock on her door. Lucy considered feigning sleep until the visitor went away, but the knocking repeated followed by a voice that still caused a warm feeling in her heart when it called her name.

“Lucy? Can I come in?”

Wyatt. Lucy pulled herself upright and wiped her eyes completely unsure what she should do, but before she could begin to weigh out her possible options, she had stood up and opened the door.  

He was leaning on his arm on the door jamb above head-level which made his body lean toward the door. His right hand was in the air obviously about to make another attempt at knocking, but he stood frozen just looking into Lucy’s eyes when she opened the door.

Wyatt lowered his hand and as the next few seconds of silence passed, Lucy swore he had stopped breathing as he stared at her as if he had just come back to life.

“Hi,” Lucy said as the silence threatened to linger interminably.

Wyatt finally took a breath and responded, “Hi. Can we talk?”

“Wyatt…”

“Please. It’s important,” he said pleadingly.

Lucy retreated into the room to allow him to step inside. Wyatt closed the door behind him and took a seat at the desk chair beside the door.  Lucy sat on the far end of her cot with nearly the entire length of the room between them.  Lucy looked him silently but moved her eyes slightly to invite him to start talking. She was biting her bottom lip to avoid saying anything that could possibly be interpreted as salty or impatient.

“Lucy,” he started nervously, “I lied yesterday when I told you that I still care about you.” He could see Lucy’s body react reflexively to his (poorly chosen) words, so he quickly tried again.  “I mean… of course, I still care about you, but that wasn’t entirely true.”

Lucy stared at him with the same look in her eyes as when he told her she wasn’t hideous, but this time without a smile on her lips.  Realizing this was going nowhere fast, and that Lucy was probably about thirty seconds from kicking him out of her room, Wyatt quickly changed tactics and decided to stop mincing words.

“Lucy, I love you.”

Lucy stared at him in stunned silence and then slowly shook her head. “No,” she said quietly, and then again slightly louder. “No, Wyatt. You can’t. You finally have what you’ve always wanted.”

“That’s the thing, Luce. I didn’t realize what I had until it was gone – until you were gone. I don’t just want to be your co-worker for ‘kicking ass and saving the world.’ I need us to be more than that, because that’s how you and I save the world. We trust each other. We saved each other, and that’s too important to throw away.”

Wyatt paused to gauge her reaction and was almost grateful that she was still silent.  Perhaps that meant that she was actually listening, because from the multiple times that she kept insisting he was happily married yesterday, he knew that she hadn’t been seeing clearly. And neither was he, if he was honest with himself.

Lucy finally started to react to Wyatt’s confession, although slowly.  “Wyatt, this isn’t how it’s supposed to happen.  This is not what’s meant to be,” she said as she fought the tears that were threatening to form again.

A small smirk creeped across Wyatt’s face. “You know I don’t believe in ‘meant to be,’ though, or fate or anything like that.” He then let out a heavy sigh, and continued a bit more seriously, “And we know that Jessica’s return wasn’t fate. Rittenhouse changed history to make sure she came back, and I’m thankful that she didn’t die the horrible death that was my fault, but she did endure a terrible marriage with an absent alcoholic husband.  I thought I could fix that for her – make things right by her, but I can’t be the husband she deserves when I’m in love with someone else. When I’m in love with the woman who made me a better man.”

Lucy closed her eyes and shook her head again as the tears finally began to fall down her cheeks. “No, Wyatt, I told you, I will not be that woman.”

In response to her tears, Wyatt immediately stood up to go to her, but remembering his place, he slowed his pace and sat down just within arm’s reach of Lucy.  “I know, and I would never ask you to be that woman.  I realized last night during our talk that a choice had to be made by me, and so I made it.”  

Praying she didn’t recoil at his touch, he carefully placed his hand on her cheek and gently used the pad of his thumb to wipe away a tear.  Lucy looked up and stared into his blue eyes holding her breath as he continued.

“I told Jessica that I want to go through with the divorce.”

Lucy’s insides turned with more conflicting feelings than her mind could label.  Guilt, relief, shock, and horror all came crashing down on her at once.  The gravity of Wyatt’s news weighed her down, but yet she could almost see a bright light of hope trying to keep her afloat.  Her knee jerk reaction was to protest, but protest what? She knew now that she was the one – the only one – who used the words “happy” and “love” to describe Wyatt’s second chance at marriage. Was it fair to Wyatt (or herself) to refute what he was telling her?  What gave her the right to tell this man, who never liked talking about himself or his struggles, that although he was pouring his heart out to her, that he had it all wrong?

Lucy raised her hand to her cheek to grab his even though the tears continued to fall. She held his hand in her lap and ran her fingers over his.  Had it really only been a few weeks since this hand had touched every inch of her body so tenderly and so naturally?

Finally, she found her voice again. “How can you be sure so soon?  Jessica’s only been back a couple of weeks.  Maybe you just need more time.”

Within a heartbeat, Wyatt replied, “Time is too precious to waste, and not just because we traverse decades in a matter of minutes on a regular basis.” He saw a hint of a smile flash on Lucy’s lips giving him the confidence to keep talking.  “When you were missing for those six weeks, it felt like six years to me. I never gave up hope that you were alive, because I could still feel you in my heart, and I could hear your bossy, know-it-all voice in my head telling me to find you.  And when I did, I was alive again.  I was more alive than I had been in six actual years.”

Lucy looked him knowing that every word he said was true, because she had felt the same way, but her doubt returned.  “But when you saw Jessica again, you must have felt the same way, right?” she asked unsure if she wanted to hear the answer.

“That’s the thing. It didn’t.  I mean, I was grateful and relieved that she was safe and alive, but it wasn’t the same. I felt complete again when I saw you in that ammunitions tent.  But ever since Jessica’s been back, I’ve felt… fractured, like the best part of me is lost.”  Wyatt squeezed Lucy’s hand and looked into her tear-filled eyes before he continued.  “I love Jessica, and I always will, but if history is the choices we make, then the history I want – the future I want – is with you.”

Lucy was certain that the look in her eyes as she stared back at Wyatt conveyed every ounce of love that he was saying in words.  And she truly believed that under normal circumstances, upon hearing words like that, she would have lunged at him and kissed him endlessly.  But their lives weren’t normal, and she had had the rug pulled out from under her before when it came to this man, so she maintained her distance and asked a practical question.

“So what happens to you and Jessica now?”

If Wyatt was disappointed with Lucy’s response, he didn’t show it.  God knows I’ve put her through hell these past two weeks, he thought to himself.  “Well, we’re worried about Rittenhouse finding her when she leaves the bunker, so for the time being, she’ll have to stay.  When Agent Christopher gets back to the bunker, we’ll ask her about the possibility of getting her into a witness protection program so that she can have a chance to get her life back and move on.”

“Oh,” Lucy replied. “That makes sense.” Lucy realized that they were still holding hands and slowly pulled hers away under the pretense of wiping away her tears, which finally stopped falling, and brushing away her hair from her face.

Wyatt didn’t protest her release of his hand and retracted his as well. “Lucy, I want you to know, I came to you first with this news, because I wanted you to know… everything,” he added shyly.  “But I don’t expect anything from you.  I know that I didn’t handle any of this in the best way, and I can’t tell you how much I regret hurting you.  I never wanted to do that, and I’m sorry.” He took a deep breath, and continued with a silent prayer of hopeful thinking, “I hope you can forgive me, and I hope that one day we’ll have the chance to try again and do it right next time.”

A grateful smile crossed Lucy’s face. “Maybe next time I won’t jinx it by saying that we have nowhere to go but down before we’ve had a chance to go on a first date.”

“That sounds like a deal, Ma’am.”

Lucy placed her hand on his scruffy cheek, and leaned over to give him a soft, but lingering kiss on his mouth.  The smile on Wyatt’s face as she pulled away almost made her burst out laughing.

“What was that for?”, he asked still beaming.

“It was just a hint at the possibilities that lie before us.”

Before Wyatt could respond, a deafening alarm blared throughout the bunker signaling that the Mothership had jumped.

“Well at least Rittenhouse had the decency to let us get a kiss in,” Wyatt joked as the both stood up to exit the room and join the team.

#timeless #timeless fic #lyatt #lucy preston #wyatt logan

[witter-potter]

How did you meet your gf? Also congrats! Tell us the story. I need more love in my life.

WELL miss samantha and i met back in 2011/2012 (i don’t remember the exact year but around there) when we were both in the glee fandom. we were mutuals, both of us were ride or die finchel shippers and i used to reblog a lot of her old finchel gifsets with really obnoxious tags. we didn’t really talk that much but we were very much Aware of each other like i knew her as my cool mutual sam, who i was always very shocked followed me because i wasn’t like a gif maker back then like i literally just made ugly edits and obnoxious text posts and reblogged everything, so lord knows why someone like her followed me but like, i’m grateful 

eventually in the summer of 2015, we both kind of became teen wolf blogs??? we also had like...followed each other on multiple blogs like we both remade a couple times and always refollowed each other so we’ve always been ride or die for each other. but yes in the summer of 2015, we both became teen wolf blogs and started you know bonding over our love of stiles/malia (rip, gone but never forgotten), and we were mutuals on twitter and would tweet each other sometimes. then the scorch trials press tour started, this is when we really started Rising. we both were following the press tour, we both were fans of dylan and were both excited to see the movie. we were constantly like @ ing each other pictures of him on twitter (which sounds creepy, but like it wasn’t) and honestly just always having a collective break down about Something. 

then on september 10, 2015, we decided to exchange numbers to make communication between easier and not have to rely on twitter’s stupid 140 character limit or their faulty dm system to talk to each other. from there on we were best friends, we talked every single day, it started out as just like talking abt dylan and teen wolf and the maze runner and other Fandom things and then we just started talking about other things too. eventually, probably by like february, sam knew pretty much everything about me like, more than anyone else did. it was unlike any other friendship i had ever had before and i loved every single second of it. it was really weird honestly, like how quickly i trusted her and knew that i could tell her literally anything (like i would be scared to tell certain people over the internet like what state i lived in but sam could ask for my social security number and i would give it to her), like we really just immediately clicked and everything really fell into place right away. 

and tbh earlier this year i just kind of like realized that i loved her as more than just a best friend??? like i don’t really know how it happened, but i just kind of like had this realization that i didn’t think i would ever love anyone the same way or nearly as much as i did her like it wasn’t something really like grand or whatever but yeah. but like i didn’t really know how to say anything because like, when you’re best friends with someone the last thing you want is for that friendship to be ruined or go away because of something like this so i kept it to myself. then like two weeks ago, i was trying to be subtle and was like “hey so we should get matching necklaces of each other’s initials like in call it what you want by taylor swift (:” i don’t know who the fuck i was fooling but yeah. 

and then yesterday, i was moving out of my college dorm, officially completing that chapter of my life and i think i just decided that i needed to go for it and i told her and she said that she too had realized her feelings months ago but was too scared to say anything (are we both human disasters? absolutely, does this make us perfect for each other? yes, 100%) but yeah then it just kind of happened and now here we are and i couldn’t be more happy or more grateful. 

#answered #sorry anon i;m sure that when you asked for the story you didn't want like six paragraphs worth but ajfkldasf #you're getting it anyway #i just LOVE miss samantha with all my heart #and can't keep it short and simple #i'm a dramatic bisexual #Anonymous

[edwardamcullen]

Almost the entirety of Red is about Bellward #confirmed. Pass it on.

this feels like a challenge to prove this right and...that’s exactly what I’m going to do. Except I’ll extend this to Twilight as a whole. pls keep in mind i obviously know taylor didn’t write these songs about these characters i’m just IN LOVE with the similarities and how they relate.

1. State of Grace “And I never saw you coming and I’ll never be the same”/"We learn to live with the pain mosaic broken hearts, but this love is brave and wild”/“You come around and the armor falls, pierce the room like a cannon ball now all we know is don’t let go”/“This is the state of grace. This is the worthwhile fight. Love is a ruthless game unless you play it good and right. These are the hands of fate. you’re my achilles heel. This is the golden age of something good and right and real” I think these lyrics fit Bellward in that...1) this love...was....real and new to both of them and not something they ever saw coming but it was scary but too real to let go of and not want to fight for. There’s so many risks in their relationship but “this is the worthwhile fight. love is a ruthless game unless you play it good and right.

2. RedI made a gifset. This is New Moon!Bella - “Remembering him comes in flashbacks and echoes tell myself it’s time now, gotta let go. But moving on from him is impossible when I still see it all in my head, burning red.” bc the girl LITERALLY saw him everywhere. and also “Loving him was like driving a new Maserati down a dead-end street, faster than the wind passionate as sin ended so suddenly” because when he left he took his whole world with her the entire time she was struggling to hold onto the memories. she was in the middle of such a :D point and everything was so good and in one instant it all fell apart.

3. Treacherous“This slope is treacherous this path is reckless this slope is treacherous I-I-I like it” this song is literally about sex and their relationship not being good but “nothing safe is worth the drive” which SCREAMS Bella and Edward like I don’t have to explain that tbh.

4. I Knew You Were Trouble...idk...bella knew he was trouble but shame on her because SHE LITERALLY WAS LYING ON THE COLD HARD GROUND when he left her....damn taylor really get specific 

5. All Too Well “It was rare I was there I remember it all too well” / “Time won’t fly it’s like I’m paralyzed by it. I’d like to be my old self again but I’m still trying to find it.” Is her the entire dark phase of New Moon. 

6. 22*scratches head while I try to think of something* “It’s miserable and magical” - lmao bella when wolves were magical but also she is literally miserable. (BY NOW YOU KNOW I DON’T THINK THIS IS SERIOUS I’M JUST HAVING FUN WITH THIS) 

7. I Almost Do“I hope sometimes you wonder about me”/”I just want to tell you it takes everything in me not to call you. And I wish I could run to you and every time I don’t, I almost do” Edward to Bella when he left. 8. We Are Never Ever Getting Back Togetherdeadass??? idk. Leah to Sam lmao. i’m kidding. no i’m not she’s never getting back with him he hurt her. except they weren’t on and off. She’s just never ever getting back with him. and she’s done w/ his excuses. etc. OH WAIT WEREN’T JESS AND MIKE ON AND OFF...them too lmao. 9. Stay Stay StayTHIS SONG IS SO PURE AND SO CUTE AND SO HAPPY. “you took the time to memorize me my fears my hopes and dreams I just like hanging out with you all the time.” every relationship ever. Also “It’s been occurring to me I’d like to hang out with you for my whole life.”

10. The Last Time“This is the last time I’m asking you this put my name at the top of your list” lmao fucking JACOB to Bella in Eclipse. Actually wait this could work. “You wear your best apology but I was there to watch you leave. And all the times I let you in just for you to go again.” wow....damn it really could be Jake to Bella 

11. Holy GroundI’m going to half make this about Jacob and Bella because “Tonight I’m gonna dance for all that we’ve been through but I don’t wanna dance if I’m not dancing with you.” could be them at Bella and Edward’s wedding. But this is actually a nice breakup song about it being good and never looking back and them both being respectively happy for each other and that’s just not the case. he calls her stupid and thrashes her like a rag doll and fucking grabs her by the arms. the moment was ruined.

12. Sad Beautiful TragicOH HOW NEW MOONBella: In dreams, I meet you in warm conversationB/E: We both wake in lonely beds, different cities (except edward doesn’t sleep)B: And time is taking its sweet time erasing youE: And you've got your demons and darling they all look like me (actually it could be bella too because she feels like a waste of his time and like he never even cared for her)

13. The Lucky OneLet me make this about Rosalie. “New to town with a made up name in the angel city chasing fortune and fame, and the camera flashes make it look like a dream”/ “And they tell you that you’re lucky but you’re so confused ‘cause you don’t feel pretty, you just feel used.” This entire song is Taylor’s fear of fame and the glamorous lifestyle turning into something that’s so ... scary and just not as good as it’s made out to be. That screams Rosalie. And just any of the vampires who would trade this “perfect” vampire life for a normal one.14. Everything Has ChangedB: All i knew this morning when I woke is I know something now know something now I didn’t before. (BELLA LITERALLY....REALIZING SHE’S IN LOVE WITH EDWARD honestly vice versa because this whole love thing was new for both of them)E: All my walls stood tall painted blue but I’ll take them down and open up the door for youB/E: All I know is we said hello so dust off your highest hopes. All i know is pouring rain, and everythig has changed. All I know is a newfound grace all my days I’ll know your face all I know since yesterday is everything has changed.

15. StarlightTHIS IS SO HARD ALSKDLAKS “Ooh ooh he's talking crazy/Ooh ooh dancing with me/Ooh ooh we could get married” bella when edward proposed LMAO. but no really the thing about Starlight is it pictures such a happy and forever-and-always blissful and magical love which SM paints with their whole eternity thing. “Don’t you dream impossible things” literally. because he’s a vampire. OMG WAIT “Have ten kids and teach them how to dream” ...rosalie and her perfect life she thought she had before everything happened.16. Begin AgainLet me.....pull a muscle while I REACH a bit. “And you throw your head back laughing like a little kid. I think it’s strange that you think I’m funny ‘cause he never did. I’ve been spending the last 8 months thinking all love ever does is break and burn and end, but on a wednesday in a cafe I watched it begin again” .......this is a REACH and a this I’m making shit up...but bella never really felt like herself or confident enough to be herself until she met the cullens and....idk...bella saw her divorced parents and she never reallly had a love to relate to so she really didn’t think love...was...a  thing...but w/ edward...it was.???/ i told y’all i’m reaching

if you wanna be like that you can make this about jacob when bella grows close to him after edward left her but tbh that implies that bella ...was in love with him....and that she stayed with him...and nah. i’m not doing that lmao sorry

The deluxe tracks??? The moment i knew is too specific it’s about him not going to Taylor’s birthday. that didn’t happen. “You should’ve been here and I would’ve been so happy” if pulled out of context might relate. Maybe Come Back Be Here being about them being apart but being in love COULD be B/E in New Moon but they were both very sad and this is more about missing the other one...pretend “I can’t help but wish you took me with you” is overdramatic bella missing edward when he hunts. I can’t think of anything for Girl At Home.

I’m sorry this was so long all you wanted me to do was pass it on I’M SO SORRY

#this was long #imagine if I could like...respond....to something....and not write an essay #Anonymous

[thetourguidebarbie]

Rules: List all the things you’re currently working on in as much or as little detail as you’d like, then tag some friends to see what they’re working on: writing, art, gifsets, whatever.

OKAY so @princess-of-the-worlds tagged me in this and though I have already done one I wanted an excuse to throw previews into the universe, so here are five things I am working on and a sneak peek of each one because WHY NOT

they’re below the cut :)

As-of-now untitled Veela!Caroline/Hybrid!Klaus arranged marriage au for @itsnotacrimetoloveyou

“Can someone just tell me what’s going on?”

“Well, I had expected you to be informed,” Klaus said boredly. “The short version is that I assisted your little clan a few centuries ago, and we made a bargain. Times were different then, and the gift of one’s only daughter’s hand was thought to be an honor, and I was therefore promised payment in the form of a wife. Now, I’m not the marrying type, but who was I to turn down a weapon in the form of a lovely girl with such... useful abilities...” his eyes dragged up and down her body as he spoke, and she wrapped her arms around herself protectively. “Such power,” he murmured, and she had a feeling he hadn’t realized he’d spoken.

“In the form of a what now?”

“A wife,” he repeated slowly as though he thought she’d lost a few IQ points in the last thirty seconds. “I have the contract here if you’d like to see it. Signed in blood.”

As-of-now Untitled Film Student/Amateur Model Hansy AU (for @accidental-rambler and @provocative-envy)

Harry checked the time on his phone for the fifth time in as many minutes, wondering, not for the first time, whether he could recast her. It was a nice fantasy, but he knew that realistically it was too late in the process. He’d procrastinated on the project for as much of the semester as possible, and he would ask Hermione for help, but he knew he would only receive it after a long lecture on time management.

Sighing, he was about to call her again when he heard the familiar click of heels on the tile floor, and he turned around to face the current bane of his existence. She had her eyes on her phone screen and was drinking from a lipstick-stained Starbucks cup with “PATTY” scrawled across it in what seemed to be unnecessarily aggressive capital letters.

“You do know that I have to check out the cameras by the hour? And that I have a weekly limit?”

“Sorry,” she said with a shrug, not sounding apologetic in the least. “I overslept.”

“You have Starbucks.”

“Yeah. And priorities.”

She sat down on an armchair that he’d very carefully positioned earlier to catch the light in a certain way, moving it back a few inches as she crossed her legs at the knee, and he decided he might murder her once he turned in the portrait series. Yeah, he’d have to wait a few months so that he wouldn’t be suspected, but it was definitely on his post-graduation agenda.

Come in With the Tide (KC!Poseidon x Amphitrite retelling for @howeverlongs)

“I don’t know. You’re the god, not me. I just work here. Can you calm down? You’re making the water angry.”

He found himself obeying her request without thought, taking a few deep breaths, and she stood up again, looking at him with stubborn blue eyes and flushed cheeks, and the truth hit him instantly, the confusion and anger draining out of him in favor of fear.

“I think we’re soulmates,” he said impulsively.

There was a beat of silence, and then another, Caroline’s eyes widening as she stared at him before her lips twitched and giggles bubbled out of her mouth, her hand covering it as though it would stop the sound. “Soulmates?” she asked. “Seriously? I wasn’t born yesterday.”

The Other Side (fake dating au for @mon-amour-eternel)

There was a beat or two of silence before Klaus spoke. “Well, I need a date for the premiere of The Last Day.”

“What, did your date bail on you?” she asked, reaching to get one of the pens in the middle of the table to twirl it between her fingers and trying to not sound too bitter. She hated that she was obviously his second choice, the last-minute replacement for whoever was his Hollywood starlet of the month.

She and Klaus had been friends since elementary school, therefore guaranteeing that her dumb crush that she’d nursed since they were sixteen was not returned, at least at this point. She suspected it had been for awhile when she was in college and he was busy doing auditions, but she’d been too insecure to do anything about it, and she didn’t want to ruin our friendship.

Then he got famous and could basically have anyone he wanted and she’d abandoned the prospect of dating him, deciding she’d get over him. So far it wasn’t going well, but she was not a quitter.

“No. I didn’t have one.”

“Okay, so not that I’m not happy to go with you, but why are you asking me last minute?”

“Because I need a date.”

“Why? Can’t you just go by yourself?”

“No, Caroline. I need a date,” he emphasized, and it was a testament to how well she knew him that she could tell he was immensely uncomfortable.

She swallowed, her heart skipping a beat. “Like, a romantic date? You’re asking me on a date-date?”

“Yes,” he said.

“Klaus, I--”

“My publicist believes that it would be advantageous to my public image if I were to have a relationship longer than two weeks with someone relatable. Like you.”

Untitled Werewolf fake dating au (for @lalainajanes)

“I’m...um...seeing someone.”

“Seeing someone? Who?”

Caroline opened and closed her mouth, searching for a name that would be believable and that she wouldn’t have to fess up too. “Klaus...?” she half-asked.

The bane of her existence had taken a liking to her sometime around her 17th birthday and in the last four years he hadn’t exactly hidden it. He hadn’t stopped dating altogether, but she couldn’t miss the way his eyes lingered on her for just a bit too long to be just friends. He was two years older than her and had been sent off to fight some kind of territory battle with a pack a few villages away about six months before. It was dangerous, and it was more than likely that he’d die and she’d never have to see his smug smirky jerk face again.

That was the dream, anyway.

“Klaus?” her father asked, his eyebrows raising slightly. “Interesting. How did that happen?”

“He...I like him?”

“You don’t sound all that sure.”

“I like him. He’s...” she searched for some sort of compliment. “Um...handsome.”

“Well, then you’ll be happy to know that I’ve just gotten word that our men are coming back by tomorrow. I’m sure Niklaus will be thrilled to see you.”

“Seriously?” she muttered before catching herself and giving her dad what was probably an obviously fake smile. “I mean, great! That’s great. I’m super excited.”

#klaroline #my fanfiction #sneak peek

[walkingmiracle]

Isn’t it said that getting your feelings out is cathartic? Let me try to put into words the roller coaster of emotions that the past 2 days have been. Even if it is largely into the void. First of all, to the 13 people that currently follow me: HI! I’ve spent my time in the OUAT/CS fandom 100% passively scrolling through content and enjoying every minute of it immensely. I’ve amassed a following list of 346 blogs that have increased my enjoyment of OUAT and kept me more invested in the show than I otherwise would have been.

Highlights of the rest of this post when it gets long (I know me) in case you want to skip the long version

1. Jen’s announcement rocked me hard, harder than I thought it would. I kept thinking I’d have more time to jump into this fandom actively when the show was still on. Guess that’s not happening now, at least not the when the show is still on part. I’m taking it as a sign to just randomly start engaging with those that I follow over the summer and see where that takes me.

2. The news also spurred me to yell “CARPE DIEM” very loudly at nobody in particular and buy a Gold Pass to the OUAT Con in NJ in October, where Jen and Colin are currently both set to appear. Also bought a duo photo op with them. The thought that I would miss a chance to see these two actors who I enjoy so much when nothing is really stopping me from going proved to be too much yesterday. So, if you happen to see this post and either are going yourself or know somebody that is, send me their way! Special thanks to @alexandralyman for being a dear and answering my questions on her post about the con she’d just been at.

So, it’s no understatement that going to work yesterday morning after seeing Jen’s post was rough. I don’t think I’ve ever reacted this badly to what is essentially to me a cancellation. We’ll see what ABC actually does soon enough, but to me it’s simple: no Emma/JMo=no more OUAT. She was why I gave it a shot right away in the first place, flouncing my usual rule to wait a season before giving a show a shot in case it gets cancelled (I’ve been burned too many times). The only time I was active in a fandom was One Tree Hill back on good old Fan Forum. And there I gave up on the show and fandom before the show itself ended, so this is the only time I’ve been in a fandom when a show ends.

Though my fandom experience this time has been 100% passive, I’m not joking when I say it was still involved. For at least the last two seasons, if not all 3 that I’ve been living in my current apartment, I’ve plopped down on the couch on Sundays when the show is on with my tablet in hand, refreshing and reading people’s liveblogs, flailing over everything in my own space. It’s gotten to the point where I’ve reserved the hour after the show exclusively to sit and look at reactions, gifsets etc. Over the summers I’ve earmarked the day the show’s SDCC panel has been on to do the same over any bit of news/video etc coming out of there. To think I’ll be doing this for the last time next Sunday breaks my heart. It’s become a comfortable routine.

I was straight up sad all day yesterday at work. It’s a miracle I got anything done. I never, and I mean NEVER go on Tumblr while at work, but I broke that rule yesterday, I had to keep checking in to read other people’s reactions, to IDK, feel less alone in how devastated I was feeling? I also got a bit introspective, realizing what an amazing time in my life this show has been with me though. I was sort of rudderless when the show started, had just finished my undergrad, but had a very vague idea of what I wanted to do after that. Other than I wanted to go to grad school in the US. But I still had the task of finding a program I liked and actually get in. I was in a grad program at home that I’d signed up for but my heart wasn’t into. In hindsight I never should have persisted with it for as long as I did, it just made me feel down. So latching onto Emma’s story in that first season was great. Then by February I was accepted into a grad program, and Operation Move to Massachusetts was on!

I find it hilarious now to think that I only got around to buying a TV in my apartment around the time OUAT came back for Season 2. Enter Killian “Captain Hook” Jones, and I knew I was dunzo. CS owned my heart from that moment on. But more than that, he and Jen also. This was also new for me, shipping a ship that, say what you will about what others thought originally, I KNEW they were destined for each other. Endgame. My OTH OTP had been very much not that canonically, and other ships on that show had been less intense for me, though fun at the time.

It was really through the fact I was busy with grad school and stuff that I defaulted to being a passive observer of the fandom. But I’d like to think I chose the right people to follow. I only even started on Tumblr right after Season 2 ended. I don’t even remember what brought me into the light. And following grad school came work, which has been just as busy if not more (I’m finding that the 9-5 lifestyle does not always agree with me). I’m loving it, don’t get me wrong, but there are moments and quirks I could do without. I’ll continue to adore Jen and Colin and follow everything they do. While Jen’s decision still stings, I also understand her on a deep level. In her announcement she talks about wanting to be closer to people that she cares about, it seems having been “owned” for 13 years has taken its toll on her. I’ve been away from my family for almost 5 years now minus that one summer in between semesters (which I spent mostly working) and a recent three months recovering from an accident, and I know I feel like I’ve missed out, and miss them all dearly. So to imagine that for 13 years (yes, she’s gone home every so often for short stints, but so have I, know the feeling) I completely see where she is coming from. She had a fork in the road career wise, and chose to go right in stead of left.

Another feeling that was kicking around in my heart all day yesterday was regret. More specifically, regret that I haven’t had the chance to see these people in person at cons. I never had even the faintest option of doing that back when OTH was on, but to now have the means and opportunity to do so, and to have wasted it? Inconceivable. I thought back to why in the world I hadn’t even tried to get NYCC passes last year. Thought I’d have another shot. Missing out on SDCC passes two years ago had a new hurtful ring to it, knowing I wouldn’t ever get to experience it (if I ever do) with my favourite show attending. Why couldn’t they have come closer to me? Whippany felt so out of the way, impossible to swing even for a weekend. Then I looked and saw one Gold Pass seat just sitting there, in a relatively good spot, just waiting for me. Decisions, decisions. I ended up buying the pass and flight and reserving the hotel when I got home from work.

Ultimately I thought back to last November, when I made another long standing dream come true and saw my favourite band of all time Evanescence in concert in Atlantic City. That was their small tour’s only weekend stop anywhere near me. I got a VIP ticket, was front row center and loved every minute of it. Not even 10 days later I get hit by a truck walking to work. My injuries could have been so much worse than they were, I even avoided surgery, but it necessitated the 3 month recovery at home I mentioned. Thinking that I could have died without ever seeing my favourite band when they were that close to me and I had the means to make the trip down...eye opening. So it is in that same spirit that I thought to myself “CARPE DIEM” and pulled the trip together. If either of them break my heart by cancelling their appearance there at a later date I’ll just have to deal with it then. For now I have something to look forward to and that’s a good thing. I didn’t start feeling better about the news of Jen leaving until I’d done that. Also, I’m about to buy the Killian Jones and Dark Hook Funko Pops on Ebay to compliment the Emma and Hook I already own. Always meant to buy them too, eventually. No more waiting.

If you’ve made it this far, thanks for sticking with me. If you know anyone going to NJ in October, or are yourself, hit me up with a message! I’ll be flailing about it on here plenty I’m sure.

#captain swan #about me #personal #ouat cons

[softjeon]

Cinnamon and fairy dust | Pt. 6

• Pairing: elf!Jungkook x Taehyung • Genre: Fluff (with a little bit of angst) | elf!AU ( → Gifset Trailer) • Words: 16k | Co-Writer: Cat @cassiavioletblue​ • Disclaimer: mentioning of violence / smut

↳  There are no things such as fairy tales, magical reindeers that could fly, fairies and Christmas elves - at least Taehyung believed so. But everything was about to change, when Jungkook offered him shelter from a snowstorm and a sweet, hot cocoa, wondering about the boy who hated Christmas so much. Nothing that a bit of fairy dust couldn’t fix, right?

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When Jungkook awoke it was way past lunchtime and the sun was high in the sky. From where he lied on the floor it looked like a creamy milk glass pane hanging somewhere surrounded by frosty whites. The rays were almost too bright, but they made the snow glitter whenever the two of them met. Jungkook felt light headed and wobbly for a second, then his mind re-centered again and he was fully there. 

The elf turned to look at Tae to see if he was still sleeping. What he saw almost made him coo. There were fairies lying all over him, resting in edge nook and corner, the dip of his back, the edge of his shoulder blade… and in the curve of his elbow, pretty close to his face, there was Yoongi, curled up like a squirrel in its nest.

Taehyung was feeling the lack of warmth next to him immediately, blinking his eyes open sleepily. He yawned, pulling his arm in and therefore Yoongi even further towards is face. The fairy stirred awake and just then both opened their eyes.

A loud scream echoed through the room and Yoongi soared up and over to Jungkook, waking all the fairies in the process. He mumbled something about falling asleep on Jungkook and how that wasn’t possible to himself, sitting down on the elf’s shoulder. Taehyung chuckled low and got up on his elbows to look at Jungkook. “Hey,” He murmured quietly, leaning over to kiss Jungkook’s collar bone that was exposed a little, “How are you feeling?”

“Better. Way better. A bit guilty though for not opening the bakery because the customers can't possibly know what happened and maybe they needed something for a really important event and...” He sighed and slowed down his thoughts when Yoongi pinched him. “Alright, alright, I’ll focus back on myself. I’m fine. Or as fine as one can be after yesterday. But I’ll be up and about in no time. And you? How's your nose? It looks pretty discolored.” He compassionately turned his mouth into a frown.

“Don’t worry about me and you have enough time to open the bakery. It’s the day before Christmas and no one can be mad about a bit of stress and that you needed to take care of things.” Taehyung reassured Jungkook, reaching out for his cheek, “You still have enough from yesterday and the fairies can help you bake a little. They can do a bit of cookies…and since they don’t have much fairy dust, it won’t be too much in the dough if it comes off their skin, right?” Taehyung smiled and nodded confidently. “You take care of the bakery and I’ll take care of the rest, okay?” Getting up from the bed, he reached out for Jungkook’s hand to pull the younger up, “As long as you’re free tonight…because I got something for you!” When Jungkook looked at him with a confused expression, Tae only laughed, “It’s Christmas after all…right?”

Jungkook laughed. “Oh, that’s a bad idea! You know that fairies have a thing for sweet smelling flowers? They actually love everything sweet. Fruits, chocolate, sugar… so asking them to help bake is like telling a magpie to guard shiny things. They’d steal it right away. But yeah, we can try. They must be full eventually and maybe then they could make some cookies. They have a talent for delicate crafting after all,” He answered thoughtfully. 

“Hey, flutter bees...”, It was kind of a pet name for them that he used every once in a while. “Do you want to help in the kitchen - or sleep a while longer while Tae and I will be working?” Some of the fairies were fluttering excitedly towards Jungkook, nodding their little heads, while some were just waving the elf off, falling asleep again. Even Yoongi was trying to slowly walk off Jungkook’s shoulder, but he knew it was a game he would lose the second the elf would notice. He was the only fairy, who knew all the recipes. So, he had to stay and help.

Jungkook just held Yoongi back with casually gripping the hem of his pants, neither saying anything nor really looking at him, knowing that Yoongi would give in the second he realized he had lost. Which he did.

When all the fairies that wanted to help, got an instruction from Jungkook, Tae and Yoongi were preparing the ingredients they needed, as well as the shop for Jungkook to open. There were customers already waiting outside.

Just to be sure Jungkook prepared enough so that the fairies could snack on everything and there would be still something left. For creatures that, tiny they could be incredibly hungry. Or... not ‘hungry’ but rather indulge themselves in sweet stuff for fun.

Back in the storage room, Tae kissed Jungkook on top of his head who was just tying the apron tight around his waist. The younger had put on some makeup on his cheek, hiding the bruise that was forming there.

“You got this! Just one more day,” Taehyung whispered against Jungkook’s lips, kissing him deeply. Wrapping his arms around the younger, he just couldn’t stop, deepening the kiss a little more. “’m so proud…’f you,” He mumbled in-between kisses, “The bravest elf…I know.” An annoyed sigh and a little pull from Yoongi at Tae’s ear later, he finally let go of Jungkook. A few of the fairies that had refused to bake, flew up to Tae and settled in the pockets of his jacket.

To be honest Jungkook dreaded the day after Christmas a little. He loved Christmas time, the atmosphere, the joy, the fairy lights all around and the peoples heightened acceptance of magic. His sales would definitely go down after this time as would his ability to bring the humans happiness and contentment through his baked goods. He hoped that he could still go along with what the future would bring for him.

When Jungkook had vanished to the front of the shop, being busy with customers, Tae grabbed the toolbox and headed out of the door. He hadn’t told the elf, what he was about to do. He had the idea last night on his way to the bakery, and since he didn’t want Jungkook to worry much more (which he probably already was), Tae decided that he needed to find a new place for the fairies. Something safer, that wasn’t as visible as a clearing and still close enough for Jungkook to reach. “Okay, boys,” He said and corrected himself quickly, when a little squeaky voice was reminding him that there was also a little fairy-girl hiding in his pocket, “Sorry and girls…let’s find you a wonderful new hide-out…”

Jungkook was immediately wrapped up in his work, there were so many people, asking for his special cupcakes and chocolate cranberry buns and the Christmas cookies apparently only he was able to make just right. But they also asked where he had been, most of them actually concerned and caring and it warmed his heart that strangers took it upon them to look after him. He handed out free cinnamon sugar cookies to make up for it, telling them he’s had a family issue (which wasn’t even a lie, the fairies basically were his family) and just being his usually kind and smiley and busy-but-still-friendly self.

It took Taehyung all day to prepare a new home for the fairies. First, they were searching a long time, until they found an old tree which was big enough to shield them perfectly and which was located deep in the forest. Taehyung had started working on a few new things for their homes quick, the little fairies helping him. He even had to walk back to the store a few times to get more stuff, giving Jungkook kisses in between, before he headed back into the forest. Biting his lip, Tae was just preparing Yoongi’s new home, placing the teapot he had found unused in his mom’s storage and hiding it under a root that stood up a little, making it the perfect hideout for Yoongi. The fairies let moss grew over it with their magic, perfectly fitting it in to the scenery.

As it was getting darker, Taehyung said goodbye to the fairies, who were already busy with settling into their new home. The smile on Taehyung’s face was big and only turned bigger, when he saw that Jungkook was hanging his apron on the little hook. Walking over to him, he wrapped his arm around his waist, lifting him and swirling the younger one around.

Jungkook laughed happily, completely carefree, the tension of the day seeping out of his shoulders. “What have you been up to all day? Did you think I wouldn’t notice how you and the fairies have been putting your heads together, whispering? What were you planning, hu? You trying to kidnap me or something?” He joked, curiosity shining in his big bright doe eyes.

When Tae set him down Jungkook leaned in naturally, kissing him softly without really thinking, blushing a bit when he realized that this time he had been the one to initiate it. Although he loved their intimacy he still got a little shy sometimes.

Taehyung kissed the top of Jungkook’s nose sweetly and shook his head. “No, I just was out, looking for a new home for the little ones,” Tae shrugged his shoulders, “I told Yoongi where it is, so he’s on his way with the others now and settling in to their new home. I can’t let them go back to the clearing. It was way too much in the open, though it definitely was beautiful there…but I need them to be safe, so you don’t have to worry anymore.” His hands caressed over Jungkook’s back and settled on the other’s waist.

“Oh! We have to visit them right away tomorrow! I want to see what you made,” He placed a thankful kiss on Taehyung's cheek. “Thank you so much. They must have been really happy and excited to move in there when they left without telling me where they would go.” He leaned into Tae’s caress, their bodies fitting together so easily and naturally.

“But I’m not done, yet,” Taehyung said and pulled Jungkook off him a little to grab his hand. “I see, then they probably will only allow me to see their new homes when they’re all perfectly decorated,” He chuckled as he imagined the fairies swarming around busy like bees, carrying dried berries and mistletoes and pine cones for decoration.

Taehyung was biting his lip to keep from smiling as he sat down on Jungkook’s mattress, pulling the other down and in between his legs. Only when Jungkook settled into his embrace, Taehyung kissed his cheek sweetly and whispered, “Do you trust me? I need you to close your eyes for me, please.”

“Hu? What will you do?” He asked innocently, missing the point that he wouldn't have to close his eyes if Tae would just tell him and spoil the surprise. “Of course, I trust you.” Obediently he closed his eyes, shuffling back a little so his back was completely pressed to Tae’s front, simply taking in the others body heat.

When Jungkook had his eyes closed, Taehyung reached behind him quick, getting something out of his bag. “Don’t peak,” He said again, even though he couldn’t hide his own nervousness. “The fairies got their presents today already…and you know…I don’t like this, but I thought it’s not really Christmas, yet so it doesn’t count as such…,” Taehyung sounded a little bit out of breath, when he opened a little box. Very carefully, he reached around Jungkook to place a necklace around him, leaning back a little so he could close the lock.

“I…I hope you like it,” He whispered, biting his lip anxiously, waiting for Jungkook’s response. Tae had never gotten any presents for his ex-lovers or boyfriends. This was special to him.

Jungkook could feel something cool settling into the dip between his collarbones and his breath quickened a bit when his instinct told him to rip away the metal around his throat (as all fae he had a natural fear of iron as it could render his magic useless and effectively cage him in if there was enough of it) but his trust in Tae was stronger than his fear so he safely kept his eyes shut. Only his hand come up, fingers feeling around until they wrapped around a delicate pendant hanging from an even more fragile necklace made from a metal that definitely wasn’t iron. “A... a gift?” He never would have thought that Tae would give him a present. “Can I open my eyes now?”

Taehyung leaned in to kiss Jungkook’s ear, before he answered, “Yes you can…and please, if you don’t like it…then just tell me. I can…I can still give it back or something.” Tae was getting nervous. He was hoping Jungkook would like it and not find it too cliché or anything…and then there was the second gift that he had, still in his hand, but he was too scared to show it to Jungkook. The elf shivered slightly when Tae’s lips met his ears as his still closed eyes heightened his other senses and made him immensely sensitive. “I…I mean…you really don’t have to keep it if you don’t like it…or we can go and look for something else… I just wanted you to have something from me…it’s not like a real Christmas present.”

When he opened his eyes, a quiet gasp fell from his lips. The silver pendant was absolutely stunning, carefully twisted antlers imitated that of a little deer’s, but the metal was shiny and silver. “Oh Tae, it’s beautiful! Thank you so much!” He turned as much as their constant position allowed to wrap his arms around the older and kiss him sweetly, full on the lips. Tae smiled against Jungkook’s lips, holding him tight against his own body. He didn’t want to let go of the younger, but there was just a little bit more Tae wanted to give Jungkook. So, he pulled off him and let Jungkook settle back against him. While the younger was busy, looking at his necklace, Tae wrapped his arms around him, a little box in his hands.

“There’s more…It’s just…a few of the drawings I made, and I thought…you would like them,” He handed the little box over to Jungkook, his shaking hands giving away about how nervous he was. The older had never shown his art to anyone else, even though he worked with artists every day, curating their work and making sure their piece looked perfect in the museum. It was his dream job and he loved it, but sometimes he wished that he could hang one of his own art pieces up there. Maybe one day. But one thing he was sure of: he loved drawing Jungkook, especially when the younger was so immersed in collecting fairy dust or playing with the little magical creatures.

“What?” Jungkook looked at him offended “You never told me that you liked to draw!” He pouted but couldn’t stay mad for long, too curious as to what kind of moments Tae would have deemed worthy to preserve on paper forever. He opened the box and stared at what was within with awe. The drawing came in all kinds of sizes and shapes, different papers and colors splayed out all over Jungkooks legs when he carefully took each and every one of them out of the little box. They were good, but it wasn’t really the technical aspect that took Jungkook’s breath away, it was the emotion that was weaved into the pictures and scenes. And the portraits. Mainly of him.

He only realized that he had been tearing up when the first droplet fell, right on one of the papers (luckily just hitting the edge were no color could blur from it). With utmost care Jungkook placed all of them securely back into the box, putting it aside and then turning until he was facing Tae, taking the humans face in his hand. “You are an amazing being, Tae, did I ever tell you that? Despite you having the same genetic components than all of these other people out there you are so utterly, utterly caring and full of emotions and softness and... I love you for all of it. You are my very special human. And I never want to let you go.” The last words were breathed quietly against Tae’s soft, plush lip before Jungkook closed the distance again. He couldn’t get enough of him. Without thinking he climbed on Tae’s lap, shuffling close until there was absolutely no space left between them, soaking up the warmth, the closeness, the sheer intimacy of it and getting drunk on its sweetness.

“Don’t expose me like this and never say that to my mother or my friends, please,” Taehyung was blushing lightly, but he didn’t need to worry for Jungkook to see, when his lips met his already. He was wrapping his arms around Jungkook’s waist, pulling him even closer. Jungkook tasted like the sweetest sin to Taehyung each time. He let his hands caress over the younger’s thigh, letting it wander up towards the hem of his shirt and under it, tracing the sweet, soft skin underneath. Tae pulled Jungkook’s shirt up a little more, kissing down the youngers neck. His eyes fell onto the necklace and Taehyung couldn’t hide the smile, looking up at Jungkook, “I’m glad you like it…I was worried.” He bit his lip cheekily, his hand caressing Jungkook’s soft skin and along his back, before he held the younger tight to him and with one swift movement, he pushed him, hovering over Jungkook. “But don’t think…that I like Christmas now…I still hate it…I just love you and what you mean to me…not that stupid Christmas fest,” He was kissing Jungkook’s lips, then his nose and cheeks, mumbling the words in between each kiss.

“Why n..” He broke off with a surprised little sound when the world tilted on its axis, giggling when he realized that Tae had tipped them over, placing his hands under Jungkook's back to make sure he didn’t hit the floor to hard. Tae’s hand under his shirt was making his skin feel hot and cold at the same time and he writhed a little, intrigued by all these new feelings. “Tae, what are you doing?” He giggled again when the other hovered over him, looking at him as if he wanted to devour him. Jungkook wasn’t scared at all. It was like an exciting game that he never played before and he threw himself into it completely, wrapping his legs around Tae’s waist to keep him from going too far and reaching up to reclaim Tae’s mouth and kiss his sweet lips again and again.

“I want to kiss you forever,” Taehyung said, kissing Jungkook eagerly and passionately, giving him no time to take a deep breath. He was moving down further, kissing Jungkook’s collarbones, then the necklace as he let his hand wander over his chest until he could gaze up at the younger. It was almost as far as they had gone before. Jungkook had let him pull his shirt up before but not like this. Tae was ever so lightly, tracing Jungkook’s abs with his fingers, before leaning in to kiss him on his soft skin. Jungkook’s shirt was up to his chest, while Tae was careful to look out for any signs of the younger’s discomfort, but Tae loved kissing Jungkook’s abs way too much, feeling the younger twitch with every delicate touch of his underneath. It made him go crazy with want and need. His hands ran up and down Jungkook’s body, moving from kissing up his stomach to his lips and neck again. One hand underneath Jungkook’s shirt, while the other was cupping his cheek softly. He was kissing him hard, desperate to know the feel of the elf’s skin against his own. Tae was possessing his mouth with his, tasting, touching with his tongue, leaving a wet trail along Jungkook’s jawline towards his ear, nibbling on it sweetly.

Tae made his skin tingle all over and Jungkook just got lost in the feeling. He was completely inexperienced and therefore had no idea what he was doing to Tae - or rather what the other was doing to him exactly. However, he was way too open to new things to fear what he was feeling, enjoying the new sensations freely and arching his body into Tae without holding back.

Jungkook was moving underneath him, pulling Taehyung in with his legs and onto Jungkook’s waist, which made Taehyung moan unabashed from the sudden friction that send a jolt of pleasure through him. He froze right away, his whole body shaking from the sudden desire that was rippling through him. Tae was propping himself up on his elbows, as he hid in Jungkook’s neck. “Fuck,” He breathed out, feeling the heat spread all over his chest, face and in his crotch, “I…’m sorry…didn’t…I…just….”

“Hu?” Tae’s sudden moan made him stop and then the older behaved as if something was wrong. He didn’t quite understand because he thought that when he was feeling this good then Tae was feeling similarly. He gentle carded his fingers through Tae’s hair, brushing it back, feeling how sweaty the other was. It must be from working so hard on the fairies new homes.

He smiled fondly, holding Tae closer to him and making their bodies collide again. “Are you okay? I’m sorry I don’t have a present for you in return. If I had known that you wanted to exchange presents then I would have got you something, really. I just never did it with the fairies as... you know, everything you own is just a burden if you have to move around a lot especially when you are so small like them so instead we just got together for music and light and joy for celebration. But I can get you something if you tell me what you want?” He smiled at Tae, thinking that maybe that’s what was nagging the human.

Taehyung chuckled low, hesitating a bit to let Jungkook pull him in. “No…no, ah,” Tae was trying to keep his crotch area from touching Jungkook, feeling a tad awkward while doing so, but the heat wasn’t slowing down, instead he could feel the desire pulsating right where he didn’t need it right now. He groaned in desperation, leaning his head onto the elf’s shoulder, before explaining, “No…I don’t want no present, babe. It’s fine.” Gazing up at Jungkook, he smiled, feeling the other’s sweet caresses on his body. They were meant to soothe him, but Taehyung’s mind and body wasn’t on his soft side right now.

Jungkook was a little confused, instead of helping to calm Tae down his little kisses and touches only seemed to make him more tense. He wasn't really sure what he did wrong, so he was looking at Tae more carefully, observing the older’s body language. Tae looked almost... ashamed. But for what?

“Listen…you…just turn me on so much and when…you just pulled me down like that…I,” He stuttered, “I…ehm…I know you have no experience in this and it’s fine. I don’t care but fuck, you just turn me on so much. I can’t help myself. My body just reacts whenever you move just right against me and I’m sorry.” He moved a bit away from Jungkook, as he pulled his jeans a little, as it felt a tad too tight right now.

Jungkook cocked his head, following Tae up instinctively because it had just felt so nice to be so close to him, their bodies moving together.

“Turn you on? You mean...sexually? As in you want to sleep with me?” He asked, completely honest and oblivious. To his defense Yoongi hadn’t really done that much of a sex ed in which all the nuances of your feelings were involved, he had just presented all the facts and expressions to the younger when he deemed it right, explained their meaning and told Jungkook about the biology but the fairy had hoped that they would run into another elf someday by accident, that Jungkook would fall in love with one of his kind and that all of the emotional part would be explained to him by someone of his own race who knew best. Because Yoongi knew that elves were different from humans or even fairies regarding sex and he had warned Jungkook about it, had even tried to do research and get a book but it wasn’t as if there were sex ed books for elves specifically.

“I eh…yeah, of course…I mean, look at you…you’re so damn hot and…I…want you,” Taehyung was stuttering the words, still way too close to Jungkook that he was scared that the other could feel how hard he was by now but moving away from him further was also not the best idea without running into the bathroom right away and leaving a scared Jungkook behind who probably thinks he did something wrong.

“I know you never slept with someone, so I wouldn’t take advantage of you of course, so I would…only…if you tell me…if you would want it too,” He was blushing hard, looking everywhere but Jungkook, “But if you don’t then that’s fine, too….but then…you just have to live with me getting turned on by you and I need to…maybe get to the bathroom sometimes…to you know…”

“I know what?” Jungkook looked at him with big doe eyes, trying to make sense of Taehyung’s stutters. Sometimes it was difficult to decipher what the human was telling him even when he was speaking properly, just stemming from the fact that their lives had been completely different and that Jungkook only knew those things about humans that he had picked up on the way, not living in between them all the time. But right now, he could only guess what Tae was up to. “But if you do want to sleep with me but won’t do it because of me not...having done it before then why can’t we just continue to do what we just did? I like it. The making out and touching and the way you kiss my skin. It makes me all…tingly. And … I like your lips a lot. Can’t we just do that please?”

“Of course,…we can, that’s all I want to do…but,” Taehyung groaned desperately, not sure how to explain it to someone who had absolutely no idea of how this all works.

“Okay, listen,” Tae rolled off Jungkook, propping himself up on one elbow while still staying close to the younger. He took Jungkook’s wrist and simply placed his hand onto his crotch. Just like that. “There…you feel that? That’s what you do! You make me hard…and that just doesn’t go away,” He brought Jungkook’s hand back, kissing the palm sweetly before he explained further, “If a man gets turned on like that…he goes hard and there’s most likely only one way to resolve the problem. Either way you have sex, or you jerk yourself of. That’s what I meant with taking care of it in the bathroom. So…I…ehm…just let me do that real quick…because you were moving around a lot…and then I promise, just kissing!”

“I know that, I’m not stupid!” The elf answered with a pout and then added a little more quietly, “I just didn’t know about the jerking off thing. Is this what you do if you don’t…,” He broke off, biting his lip. He almost gave away too much. He remembered his talk with Yoongi when he had been really young and had been asking about love and relationships for the first time. And he also remembered the more recent talk with the fairy, blushing a little when he thought about what Yoongi would say if he knew what he was doing right now. He knew he shouldn’t push Tae further, but he was just so curious, and he never had the opportunity to get to know intimate details before so he really would have liked to touch Tae again. But that would probably make it even more difficult for Tae, he had gotten that much at least. “Then I’ll just stay here while you jerk yourself off? Or can I help?” He blinked a little when Tae almost choked at his question. Maybe it was considered impolite to offer help with that, who knew.

Tae coughed, shaking his head, “I…I don’t think you want this right now…you can help me out next time, okay?” He chuckled a little too nervous, leaning in to kiss Jungkook on top of his head, before he got up. In the bathroom, Tae leaned against the cold tile wall, his eyes closed, heart beating heavy.

Jungkook sat up into a more comfortable position, wondering what Tae was doing right now. He was excited that Tae had said he could help him next time - but then he remembered something. Maybe helping to jerk someone off was considered sex too. And he wasn't supposed to do that. Unless he was fine with the consequences of course. Hopefully Tae wouldn't be too disappointed if he changed his mind. But the human seemed to be very keen on making sure that he was absolutely comfortable, so he would probably understand. Hopefully he didn't ask for an explanation though or else he didn't really know what to say. Because the truth was off limits…

It took him a little while to get back to Jungkook, not because it took him long to come, but he needed a bit of time to calm down again. He had splashed a bit of water into his face, freshen himself up, before Taehyung walked back.

Jungkook smiled at Tae when the older came back, happy to continue where they had left off. But Tae looked quite tired all of a sudden. Maybe it was energy consuming what he had done. So, he got up, reaching for Tae’s hand. “You look tired. Do you want to go to sleep? I don’t mind if we just cuddle. We’ve got all the time in the world to do everything else we want to do after Christmas when there won’t be so much work to do.”

Taehyung nodded, raking through Jungkook’s hair softly, “Yeah…let’s cuddle, okay?” Tae got out of his shirt quickly, still feeling way too hot from everything and got out of his jeans to cuddle back into Jungkook’s bed. The younger had quickly gotten into his cute little pajama that he loved to wear, making Tae smile sweetly, before pulling him in and on him.

He was tracing little lines along Jungkook’s arm, while the elf was resting his head on Taehyung’s chest, closing his eyes. But before he would doze off, Tae hooked a finger under Jungkook’s chin, kissing him on his lips softly. “Just…so you know, I wouldn’t care if I had to get myself off for the rest of my life if it meant I could stay with you,” Kissing Jungkook’s forehead, he closed his eyes. He didn’t need a response, he only wanted him to know this. It was true. Never in his life had Tae, felt so deeply for someone. It was scary but so exciting at the same time.

“Thank you,” Jungkook whispered back, not sure of Tae had heard him or if he had dozed off already. He wasn’t moving much. But that also made him the perfect ‘plushy’. Jungkook maneuvered himself as close to Tae as possible, burying his face into Tae’s neck and slotting his knee in between Tae’s thighs so there wouldn’t be too much unnecessary space between them. He loved to feel Tae’s arms all around him. It felt a little like sleeping in a nest just warmer and even more perfect. It didn’t take long for him to fall asleep as well.

Unfortunately for Taehyung, what Jungkook did to him tonight, was still haunting (or pleasuring) him in his sleep. He wasn’t dreaming often, but when he did, Tae’s dream were so vivid and lively that he sometimes wasn’t sure if they were real or not. His body acting on his, moving around and pulling Jungkook closer to him. His lips parted, Jungkook’s name coming from his lips in a whisper, before he moaned low, arching his back in his sleep. Jungkook only registered Tae’s moans halfway but he enjoyed the tight grip on his waist, pressing back because of warmth and comfort. Before he finally fell asleep he thought of that time when he had come into the kitchen to find Yoongi sitting on top of his whisker, arms crossed, and wings spread out in a kind of ‘notice me’ posture;

His frown was obvious when Jungkook looked at him. The elf bit his lip, not sure what could have soured the fairies mood like that. “What's wrong? He finally asked after Yoongi didn‘t start on his own. The fairy looked at him with reproachfully and simply stated, “I saw you and Tae kissing.“

„Oh,“ Jungkook blushed a little, now wishing he hadn’t asked. But Yoongi wasn’t finished yet. “I hope you know what you are doing? Because humans… he’s going to want more than that. Like... your body. All of it. And I really, really hope that you’re not stupid enough to actually consider giving it to him.“ Jungkook shook his head violently.

„Good,“ The fairy smiled at him again, relief visible when he reached out to pat Jungkook's head. „I‘m just worried about you, Kook. You know that, right?“ Jungkook nodded, avoiding Yoongi’s gaze.

The thing was, there was a tiny little difference between humans and elves. If an elf crossed that final line with someone they loved and let them take their innocence, then their heart would be bound to that person forever. He would never be able to fall in love with someone else again. Of course, there were all kinds of love, friendship and trust and the love that didn‘t include physical desire. Those kinds of love wouldn‘t be fazed by it. But he would never want someone else, the combination of romantic love and physical desire would forever be limited to the first person they had sex with alone. And Taehyung had no idea about what it could mean to him. Of course, it meant a lot for him as well, but he wouldn’t be bound to Jungkook in a magical way. It would only be the other way around and that alone was a very scary thought. If Taehyung ever decided to walk away from him, then Jungkook would still be bound to him forever. It was a decision, that the elf wasn’t sure if he wanted to make it.

The sun was rising on the horizon, when Taehyung was still tossing and turning in his sleep, pulling Jungkook closer and holding him tight. Just when he was out of his deep sleep phase, the dreams began again and Jungkook was over him, kissing him so deeply, moving just right against his own body that Taehyung moaned louder. His chest was heaving heavily and even in his dream, he tried to keep from going further. “We…can’t,” He mumbled, arching his back and moving his hips just a little to get a bit of tension out of his body. “Jungkook, please,” Taehyung moaned, his voice barely a whisper, when he pushed the elf closer on his own body in his sleep.

It woke up the elf and he blinked sleepily, rubbing over his eyes to wake up fully. “What did you say?” He licked his dry lips, trying to stretch when he realized how tightly Tae had wrapped himself around him. Like a cuddly version of an octopus. He laughed, quietly, because he didn’t want to wake the other up. Apparently talking in his sleep was a thing for Tae. He lied still, listening closely to maybe get what Tae was dreaming about, when he noticed something uncomfortably on his ass. He reached behind him and felt around until…

“Oh,” He blushed when he realized that Tae was hard again. It was easy to feel through the thin cloth that was Tae’s boxer (as the human never wore much to sleep). And that this must mean that he was dreaming of something that turned him on. Hopefully it was him and not something else. He wondered what Tae’s unconscious made him do to make Tae feel like that. he was dying to know! 

Taehyung was moving restlessly, unconsciously trying to get a bit of friction to get rid of the tension in his body. “Jun-jungkook,” He whispered, his breath fanning hot against the elf’s neck. Taehyung was placing open mouth kisses on Jungkook’s skin mindlessly, before it all got too much. He was feeling so hot, so Tae moved and, turned on his back, turning his face away from Jungkook. His breathing got a bit steadier again, but in his haste to get away from the heat, Tae had pushed the blanket off his body.

Jungkook pouted when Tae had let go of him, so he turned around. Tae was lying on his back, covers pushed aside and boxer shorts tented by his hard on. He still didn’t know if helping someone jerk off was considered sex and therefore would trigger the binding... actually he had no idea how it would be. Or what it really entailed. All he knew was that he did love Tae and that he wanted to experience this and...Tae already owned his heart. Completely. Not loving Tae felt like it was impossible already so what bad would it do to go all the way and give his heart over to him for real?

He trusted Tae. He was sure the human would take care of him. With nothing holding him back he reached out for Tae. And as he had no real knowledge about this he also didn’t have a concept of what he was doing and that he should have asked before touching Tae in his sleep. For him Tae’s comment about how he was allowed to help next time was exactly what this was right now: Him helping.

Taehyung couldn’t decipher what was dream or reality, just feeling the pleasure rippling through him, when something or someone touched him right where he needed it the most. “Hmmm, Jungkookie,” He moaned sweetly, moving his hips, so he could get more friction, because solely Jungkook’s hand palming him wouldn’t get him off – even if he didn’t notice it was him. He was still gone and deeply in his dream, letting his Dream Jungkook kiss all over his body and making him feel so good.

It was nice to experiment like this, to feel how hard Tae’s cock was. All because of him if Tae’s velvety, low moans of his name were any indication. He just explored, getting a good feel of it, wondering if his own body would react like this too if Tae would touch him like that. Elves didn't really go through puberty the same way humans did so there were many experiences that Jungkook did not have and he didn't know his body as well as Tae did. He liked to elicit those breathy moans from Tae or make his body shudder because he knew that it made the older feel good. And he liked making the person he loved feel good, details be damned.

Taehyung could feel the pressure heighten, could feel something feel him up and looking up at his dream Jungkook only made him realize that he couldn’t be it, because he was hovering over him, his two hands feeling up his chest…and if Jungkook didn’t grow a third hand in his dream…He let his own hand wander down his own body, when his fingers wrapped around someone’s delicate wrist. Taehyung snapped his eyes open, a gasp fell from his lips when he quickly realized the situation he was in. Tae jerked away a little, still holding on tightly to Jungkook’s hand. “Wha-what are you…doing…why am…oh, god, I am so sorry,” He stammered the words.

Jungkook flinched when Taehyung moved so suddenly, the grip on his wrist keeping him from jerking his hand away completely. The older was stammering again, just like last time and just like then Jungkook could make absolutely no sense of it.

“Hu, I was just helping. You said I could help next time it would happen.” He took in Tae’s horrified stare and his flushed cheeks, wondering what he was missing. “I did something wrong, right? But... why are you apologizing then if it was my fault? Is this something that I should know? Where you supposed to tell me something first? I just went with what made you moan. I thought this would be what you liked. I’m sorry if I hurt you or if... there’s something else... that is wrong?” He really was out of his depth here.

Taehyung was blinking his eyes fast, trying to get a hold of what just happened, when he notices Jungkook’s nervousness. He quickly let go of his wrist and intertwined his hand with his instead. “Oh no, babe, please…you didn’t hurt me…and yes, I said you could but…ehm, I didn’t think it would happen like this,” He yawned a little in between words, raking his hands through his messy hair while sitting up, “You didn’t hurt me…you made me feel good, I guess…I was dreaming about you. I didn’t know you…were doing this to me now…I just don’t want you to do anything that you don’t want to.” Ignoring his hard on the best he could, Tae leaned in to kiss Jungkook.

Jungkook sighed relieved when Tae told him that he hadn’t messed up as much as he thought. “Don’t worry about that, I want to do it, really. Or else I wouldn’t have done it. You’re nice to me, Tae. You are always kind and you protected the fairies. You saved my family. I know that I’m safe with you. And... and I love you so - if you want to then... then I don’t mind you showing me the things that I don’t know yet. All the... physical things.”

Taehyung didn’t get what Jungkook was saying at first, staring at the younger in awe. “Wait…what?” He asked dumbfoundedly, “You…you want me…and you…you want to sleep with me?” He coughed awkwardly, as he could feel his dick twitching with excitement (hoping that Jungkook hadn’t notice). “All…of it? Are you sure, Jungkookie?” Taehyung said and reached out for him, to pull him closer towards him (but not on his lap, he got enough problems there). “You don’t have to do this for me…If you think that’s…something you have to do!” Taehyung reassured him, “I love you, too. No matter if you sleep with me or not. It won’t change anything. So, please. I don’t want to pressure you. Only if you really want this.”

Hearing Tae say that he loved him flushed his mind with pure joy. And it only made him more determined to give himself to Tae despite the risks for him.

“Yes, I want this.” Jungkook barely knew about what happened during sex, he could only rely on what Yoongi told him long ago. The fairy had explained that in the elf world sex with someone that you hadn’t been with forever was kind of out of question. And couples were only one half consisted of a magical creature rarely existed at all. It was deemed too taboo and risky to bind yourself to someone who didn’t have the same way of loving eternally. However, there were a few stories of elves who fell in love with someone non-magical, mostly human, who bound themselves to them and then suffered from a broken heart and eternal longing and loneliness because they were left after a little while or weren’t loved back at all. You could die from that kind of broken heart. And it was a slow, painful, cruel way to die.

Jungkook knew all that, and of course he didn’t take that lightly but Tae... Tae was different. He cared for him, he loved him despite him not being human and he was always so gentle with him. Tae wouldn’t hurt him. Jungkook was sure of that. He just needed to make sure that Tae wouldn’t find out about what them having sex would mean for him - then it would be fine. He didn’t want Tae to shy back from sleeping with him. He wanted... he wanted to feel how it would be to be entirely Tae’s. To be his alone. Forever. But he didn’t want to burden Tae or have him stay afterwards because he thought he owed him. He wanted Tae to stay with him because he loved him. And if it turned out that Tae didn’t love him the same way that Jungkook loved him – then so be it. At least he had tried to be with the person he loved completely.

“Oh-kay,” Taehyung breathed out, his heart beating fast. He wasn’t sure how to approach this, if he needed to teach Jungkook or rather show him, but he decided on the latter for now. Step by step.

With a smile, he leaned into Jungkook kissing the elf on his lips sweetly. “Whenever there is something that doesn’t feel good, or you want me to stop, just say so and we stop!” Taehyung said, hooking a finger under Jungkook’s chin to make the younger listen. When he was sure he had understood, he leaned in again, placing his lips softly onto his, deepening the kiss. This was something Jungkook was familiar with. Their kisses. Taehyung was so nervous, his hands shaking whenever he touched the younger and caressed over his arms, holding him against him.

“Hmmm, okay.” The younger was humming contently against Tae’s lips. “As long as we do what we did yesterday before you had to go to the bathroom then it’ll be fine. Because that felt really nice. Like... your kisses on my skin and your body on me and ... the way you moved...” He was blushing a little now that he knew that all of this was turning Tae on. It was strange that he had just gone with it naturally and shamelessly before when he hadn’t known what it meant. Now however as he knew that it would lead to Tae having him he was getting a little bit shy about it.

“Oh really?” Taehyung chuckled, wrapping his arm around Jungkook’s waist, before he threw him around again, making sure to stay over him. “Then we’ll do what feels good for you,” He said with a low voice, kissing Jungkook passionately, while his hands were exploring Jungkook’s body, slipping underneath his shirt right away. Tae was kissing down the younger’s neck and collarbone, biting him there lightly to suck in a little blooming love bite. “Hmm, I love your taste,” He hummed in satisfaction, not really sure how he had gotten from a dreamy state to this in the matter of minutes. But that’s what Jungkook did to him.

Jungkook simply closed his eyes and melted into the touches, letting Tae do as he pleased.

Hovering over the elf, Tae kissed the tip of his nose, before he pulled Jungkook’s pajama shirt over his head. Then he just froze, looking at the younger beneath him, who was looking so beautiful already. A sculpted chest, abs and a narrow waist.

The little break made him blink his eyes open again but when he looked at Tae he could only see wonder and admiration in his eyes. He batted his lashes shyly when he realized how vulnerable he would be if the older undressed him. He had never been naked in front of anyone else before (excluding the fairies and him taking moon shine baths in the lake) and he felt as if Tae’s stares were almost as intense as his fingertips on his skin. He had been so quick to say yes to this but the more he got into it the more he could feel the nerves starting to show.

Taehyung groaned desperately, before he let himself get pulled into kissing Jungkook more, his hands exploring all of Jungkook’s skin (but the lower region of course – he didn’t want to overwhelm the younger, yet).

“Jungkook,” He breathed out his name softly, propping himself up on one elbow, while he cupped Jungkook’s cheek with the other, “Do you want me to let you feel what I feel each time you move just right? Want to feel the desire?” Leaning in, he placed a soft kiss on his mouth, letting his hand wander down Jungkook’s stomach, following it with his mouth. “We will take this slow, okay?” Taehyung reassured him again, “Let me just show you…a little bit and you decide if you want more.”

With a smile on his face, Taehyung cupped Jungkook’s cheek and devoured the younger’s mouth completely. He was pouring in all the love he felt for the other, his tongue exploring his mouth, not even letting the elf catch a break. Tae was sure, Jungkook could feel everything through the thin layer of clothes and he stopped kissing the younger, a smile forming on his lips.

The younger nodded eagerly, his skin prickling already from where Tae had been touching him. He was so focused his senses felt even sharper than normal and he couldn’t wait for Tae to show him what he had been missing till now. He let Tae maneuver his body into the right position and was about to ask what he meant with his promises when Tae grinded his hips into him and Jungkook was left gasping. Or he would have if Tae didn’t kiss it right out of his mouth. It felt amazing and the minute Tae drew back he wanted to pull the other back on him again. So, he wrapped his legs around Tae’s waist, remembering what it had done to Tae last time and then arched his back into Tae’s body.

Taehyung chuckled into Jungkook’s kiss, loving how eager he got right away and moved against him once more, making the younger gasp and himself moan. Kissing him and moving so sensually against Jungkook was too good, but Taehyung knew that he wouldn’t hold it for too long. He had been hard for quite some time now and Tae wasn’t sure if Jungkook would even let him fuck him this morning already, so…he just asked the other bluntly.

“Do…do you want to try and…jerk me off first?” Taehyung said, biting his lip anxiously in between words, “To…maybe get a feel for it? I don’t want to overwhelm you with everything right away…but I don’t think I can last long if I keep grinding up against you like this…” He reached in between their bodies, palming Jungkook through the thin clothing and caressing him softly. “This feels good right?” He said cheekily, whispering against Jungkook’s lips, “Let me show you…everything.”

Jungkook started writhing under Tae’s touch, unable to keep from moving because every time Tae touched him again there was tension rippling through him together with sweet, sweet pleasure. He was almost a little relieved when Tae gave him a bit of time to catch his breath because although it was definitely pleasant it was also a little... overwhelming.

So, he was thankful for the chance of learning more while also getting a little time out to get his thoughts sorted, “Okay. You just have to show me how.” When Tae began pulling his boxers down Jungkook started tracing the soft skin below his hip bone right away. He followed the little trail of hair downwards, enjoying how it made Tae’s breath hitch in his throat.

Every time he wasn’t sure if he was doing it right he looked up at Tae, searching in his eyes for assurance. He was careful - too careful, because after a while of exploring and touching with just his fingertips Tae put his hand around Jungkook’s and made him grip his length more tightly. Jungkook could feel the muscles in the other’s thighs tightening the second he started moving his hand. It was a little awkward at first, jerky and unstable but he let Tae’s hand guide him willingly, picking up on how to cover the hardened flesh with his palm and how to flick his wrist easily.

“Hm, yes, like this,” Taehyung moaned softly, closing his eyes a little when he let go of Jungkook, trusting him to do this on his own. He moved his hips with each jerk of Jungkook’s hand, loving the friction even if it was still unexperienced. “You…you can grab a little tighter,” He breathed out, reaching out for Jungkook and raking his hand into Jungkook’s curly hair. With the other, he guided the elf, helping him to change his grip. “So good, you’re doing so good, babe,” He said softly, panting into the crook of Jungkook’s neck as he placed a few chaste kisses there. It wasn’t getting easier to hold himself up over Jungkook, so he simply let himself fall onto his back, while still staying close to the younger. This way Jungkook could see what he was doing way better, and Taehyung could lean his head back, while still having his love in his embrace.

Jungkook pouted a little when Tae laid down beside him. He liked the warmth and the closeness when Tae had him beneath him. But it was actually easier to complete his task as he could move his hands more freely. While he continued to hold on tightly and move his hand the way it made Tae jerk up his hips he used his other hand to trace little circles into Tae’s soft skin. Sadly, he had to stop after a while though because he could only concentrate on one thing really. “So, this will make you come?” He asked, not very convinced that this was all it would take to finish Tae off, “Or is there something else I’ll have to do?”

“Well…there’s a lot you can do,” Taehyung breathed out, words mixing with moans, “Hm…you can, aahh variate speed, how tight you grab someone and what else…well.” Tae paused, a moan escaping, and he arched his back beautifully. Whatever Jungkook just did, had made the pleasure ripple through him fast. “There’s something else…but you don’t ah, have to…,” He gulped, looking at Jungkook, before explaining further, “You can also use your mouth…and suck, give someone a blow-job, you know?”

“Oh?” Jungkook chuckled at how chopped off Tae’s sentences were, how much the other had to fight to keep himself conscious enough to answer him. He also loved the way Taehyung moaned, low and sensual, making shivers run down his spine just from hearing it. “What does it taste like to do that?” Tae’s rhythm faltered at that and Jungkook looked at him more closely, “Do you want me to try it?”

Taehyung’s eyes widened, and he held onto Jungkook’s wrist to steady himself. “You…you can try it…but I am not sure if I can … if you lick…ah,” Tae leaned his head back, his chest rising heavily. He grabbed Jungkook’s chin, pulling him down towards him to kiss him once.

It was a little strange to lean down right over Tae’s crotch but if it was something that humans did and if Tae would like it then Jungkook wanted to try. He gave it an experimental lick at first, just a tiny little lap of his tongue. The way Tae was shuddering made up for the slightly bitter taste by far. So, he remembered what Tae had said, that he had to suck on it (although he wondered where the term blowjob came from if he wasn’t blowing on anything) and took Taehyung cock into his mouth.

It was a little bigger than he had expected, the flesh hot and heavy on his tongue. He couldn’t take everything in, but he tried, pushing all the way down until the tip of it hit his throat. He didn’t have much of a gag reflex, so it didn’t bother him much but having something that big in his mouth triggered the urge to swallow. As he feared that it might get uncomfortably for Tae if he did that he tried to ignore it, but he couldn’t do that for long, so he tried to pull off while accidentally swallowing harshly around it, his wet, hot mouth closing Tae’s dick in.

At first Tae had watched the younger in awe at how eager he was to try out all of this. The lick against his length was enough to make him shudder beneath the younger’s touch and when Jungkook had closed his mouth around him, he lost his mind completely. Him swallowing around him, was the last thing Taehyung had needed to stumble over the edge. His muscles were locking up tight and he was just about to warn Jungkook, his hand grabbing the younger’s shoulder, when he jerked up, coming right into his mouth with a loud moan. But he couldn’t help it anymore. Jungkook had unintentionally done all the things that made him go crazy from the pleasure. His whole body shaking, breathy little moans escaping Taehyung's lips.

Jungkook was absolutely oblivious to the signs so when Tae came in his mouth it took him completely by surprise. He swallowed on instinct again, only tightening more around Tae who came hard and shuddering and intense. The elf choked on it getting off and away from Tae’s dick, coughing miserably and gasping out shaky breaths while falling back on his ass.

When he finally caught his breath he wiped his mouth, looking a bit sheepishly at Tae who looked dazed and satisfied, post orgasmic glow making his eyes soft and shiny. “Did I do it right?” His voice was a little hoarse and Jungkook coughed again to get it to function normally which didn’t work as well as he had hoped.

“Oh god, so right,” Taehyung said, trying to catch his breath, “Fuck…if I knew…why did you go for it like this. I didn’t…know, when you swallowed, that’s like my breaking point each time.” He got up on his elbows, getting a water bottle from the nightstand close by and handed it over to Jungkook. Then he cleaned himself up quickly with some tissues, before pulling the younger against his chest and holding him tight. “You did too good,” Taehyung kissed the tip of Jungkook’s nose, “But…are you, alright? I didn’t hurt you right?”

Jungkook leaned his head against Tae’s chest, cuddling into his side and listening to the others heartbeat that slowly turned back to normal. “No, you didn’t hurt me. I just got surprised when you came, and I didn’t really like the taste because I just don’t like bitter stuff. But I guess it’s just like with coffee and you’ll get used to it, right?” He looked up at Tae a sweet smile on his lips. He was happy that he had done it right and determined to learn so that he could be even better for Tae. Then he remembered something and so he asked, “Tae, is this considered sex already?”

Taehyung kissed the top of Jungkook’s hair with a sweet smile. “It depends, I guess…it’s a sexual act for sure, but I guess most people consider sex way more than this,” He said and looked down at the younger, turning a little so he could kiss him again. “Do you want more? Or are you satisfied for today?” Tae asked, biting Jungkook’s lip lightly, while he let his hand travel down his neck and to his nipples. Kissing down, he followed the trail with his mouth, pushing Jungkook over and licking over the sensitive nub, while the other hand was moving down to his thigh. He wasn’t giving Jungkook any friction yet, too far away for that, but close enough to make sure he could feel something. “What do you think, hm?”

That would explain why he didn’t really feel any different so it either needed something else for the bonding to happen - or he had already been so completely in love with Tae before that it didn’t make any difference. “I don’t know, what else is there to show me?” He yelped indignantly when Tae pushed him over like a doll, protesting in between biting kisses - until his back arched of its own accord. His eyes widened when Tae teased his nipples and his stomach tensed as something hot ran down his insides, settling low in his gut. “That’s... that's different.” He blinked, trying to make sense of what he was feeling.

“Hm,” Taehyung hummed in response, sucking on it a little bit more before he looked at Jungkook and blew over it lightly to send a chill down Jungkook’s spine. “You’re sensitive here, baby,” He said with a smile, before playing Jungkook like an instrument, twisting and flicking his hardened nipples with his fingers. He was kissing down Jungkook’s lower stomach, loving how fidgety the younger got under his touch.

“Think I could make you come, just from touching you here?” Taehyung asked, but not really expected an answer from the elf, instead he kissed further down Jungkook’s little happy trail, licking along the hem of Jungkook’s pants. “It’s just like...when I kiss your ears, right?” He said a little out of breath, “My sensitive little baby boy…does it feel good when I touch you here?” Hovering over him, Taehyung kissed Jungkook’s ears softly, before nibbling on them, before asking him again, “Hm...what about here?” Then he kissed his nipples again, playing with him easily.

“Oh! Tae…Taehyung!” He was losing his breath so easily from the older’s teasing, shuddering whenever the rubbed against the perky nubs, sending shockwaves of pleasure through his whole body. He stole the words from his mouth with kisses that were so hot Jungkook was wondering why they didn’t burn on his lips. It was overwhelming - and still, the more Tae gave him the more desperate he got for more. There was a hunger that he had never felt before threading through his mind and soul, something instinctual and so very demanding that he pulled the other down harshly, plundering his mouth because he was suddenly just so... needy.

Feeling Tae’s lips so close to his hips made his stomach do funny little flips as if he was riding a rollercoaster “I.. I don’t know,” He answered honestly, he had no idea what would made him come as he had never done it before but if the tension in his body and the slight tremble in his limbs was any sign to tell, then Tae was doing an amazing job in getting him there. His fingers tightened in the others hair when the older nipped on his ears, eliciting a soft, breathy moan from him. He almost choked on his own sound, surprised by himself, but he could feel every nip and every lick throughout his whole body, like a flame licking on his nerves and filling him with heat.

Taehyung was working Jungkook up easily. It was not hard to find out what the other liked or didn’t like, with the way he beautifully arched his back and moaned with each delicate touch. Teasing him like this, was so rewarding and Taehyung could feel the heat radiating from Jungkook underneath.

The elf felt like he was burning up his hair starting to get sweaty. He completely lost track of time and his surroundings, what Tae did to him made him feel like he was flying, disconnected from reality and lost in pleasure.

Tae sat up in between Jungkook’s legs, letting the younger catch his breath a little, while he traced lines along the elf’s stomach and thighs. “Hm, I think it’s a bit unfair…I’m the only one naked here, don’t you think?” Playing with the hem of Jungkook’s pants, he smiled at him cheekily since Jungkook was giving in to everything he did so easily. Tae simply hooked a finger under it, and pulled it down slowly, revealing Jungkook’s hard on and moving back until he could throw the pants and boxers somewhere into the room.

In Jungkook’s opinion there was something else that was unfair, which was the way Taehyung could play him so easily and casually while Jungkook could only imitate what Tae had shown him. It felt really intimate when Tae was undressing him, slow and without breaking eye contact with him. It was so intense that Jungkook had to look away from being flustered. His cheeks dusted pink as he was finally lying on his back in front of Tae, completely bare and unable to hide anything from his hungry eyes.

Taehyung hummed in satisfaction, kissing up Jungkook’s thighs up until he could kiss the younger’s waist, feeling him twitch underneath. “You’re beautiful like this,” He whispered into Jungkook’s skin and got back over him, moving a little so Jungkook could feel the friction and skin on skin contact. Tae was rutting up against him a few times, breathy low moans escaping his lips, kissing Jungkook sloppily in between. “Babe…, do you,” Tae stopped to let them both catch their breaths, “Do you know what’s going to happen now? Because I need to prepare you and I want you to feel good, so I need you to relax and trust me.”

Feeling Tae’s heated, naked skin on his own felt amazing, and Jungkook wished he could stay like this forever, just feeling, breathing in Tae’s familiar scent, listening to his heartbeat and letting the sweet, sweet kisses calm his mind into a state of absolute bliss. He gasped in surprise when Tae moved his body against him, rolling his hips right in between his legs and making him shudder with the overwhelming sensation of lust that was pooling low in his gut, making him twitch and writhe and whimper with desire. He swallowed harshly when his mind caught up with Tae’s words because trying to answer was turning out to be way more difficult than expected. So, he simply nodded, expression serious before he finally managed to say, “You are going to push your dick inside me.”

Taehyung coughed a little awkwardly, when Jungkook was talking so bluntly about what he would do to him.

“I mean…yeah, but not right away,” He said a little out of breath, hovering over the other. Letting his hand caress over Jungkook’s cheek softly, before explaining, “Before I can do that…I need to prepare you. Stretch you out…” Tae let one hand wander up Jungkook’s thigh and cupped his bottom, squeezing it lightly. “You probably don’t know what I’m talking about at all, right?” He bit his lip in thought, before Tae simply said, “Do you trust me? Because then…just let me show you. It will maybe feel a little strange at first…and I need you to relax, because it can feel so good…and trust me, that I will make sure to prepare you so good, that you can take me and if it still gets too much we can stop anytime you say so.”

Jungkook nodded, feeling a little stupid that he had no idea about the details. Maybe he should have gotten himself a sexual education book for humans. But it hadn’t exactly been on his to do list before to get fucked so this was a bit of a surprise how things had turned serious so quickly. Therefore, he just tried to be as obedient as possible, listening to everything Tae said with wide eyes and determination to follow his words as best as he could.

“Good,” Taehyung kissed Jungkook on his lips, letting the younger take from him what he needed, before he moved along his jawline, leaving a wet trail down Jungkook’s chest. He shifted a little, licking his way over his chest and tasted his nipple, his breath blowing over it before moving down further. Looking up at Jungkook, Tae smiled reassuringly, one hand searching for Jungkook’s, so he could intertwine their hands. The other hand, stroke along Jungkook’s thigh, while Tae was leaving kisses on his hip bone here and there but not quite where the elf needed it the most.

Not knowing where Tae would touch him next was making him twitchy with anticipation and nerves. He was pliant under the older, opening his thighs willingly when Tae nudged them apart. He was so concentrated that he started nibbling on his bottom lip, abusing the flesh until it was plush and red from worrying it too much with his teeth. He wondered what Tae was thinking if he was as excited as Jungkook or if it wasn’t that special anymore if you had done it more often. “Tae?” He sounded young, a little vulnerable. “Did you sleep with lots of other humans?”

Taehyung grabbed a hold of Jungkook’s cock and licked along it right away, feeling the younger shudder beneath him, when he suddenly stopped because of the elf’s question. “Huh?” He looked up at Jungkook, his tongue still pressed tightly on the other’s dick, before he regained his posture a little. Every thought it his head got lost the second Tae’s tongue licked along his cock. The pleasant shock rendered him mute and so it was a bit hard to follow Tae’s words. Only when Tae came up to answer him properly did the haze clear. “No…not really,” Tae came up, to meet Jungkook with a kiss on his lips, “I had boyfriends before, yeah…but it’s been a while. No one made me go crazy like this, though. I don’t think I’ve ever loved someone as much as I love you…” Shocked by his own confession, he averted his gaze a little, biting his lip anxiously, “I just…really want to love you.”

Hearing Tae talk about him like this and knowing that he was as special to Tae as the human was to him made him giddy with joy. He hid his smile behind his hand because he just couldn’t stop, so happy to do anything else but smile stupidly at the other. He was sensitive enough already with all these new impressions so adding this emotional confession to the mix made his eyes shiny with oncoming tears. Tears of joy but Jungkook got flustered nonetheless.

“You’re my baby boy,” Taehyung said and kissed the tip of Jungkook’s nose, “My sweet elf.” With a smile, Tae moved down again, going back to where he had started. He could feel his own lust building and so Taehyung licked along his long shaft back towards his balls. Slowly but sensually, Taehyung was showing Jungkook how the pleasure of a blow-job could feel like, so he took his balls into one hand, gently massaging them, before he took as much as he could of his cock into his mouth. The other hand wrapped around its base, he slid it back and forth, matching the rhythm of his mouth. Taehyung could feel himself getting harder again, while he was pumping Jungkook’s cock a few times, using his tongue and mouth expertly and causing Jungkook to groan with pleasure, which only made himself harder.

The elf was completely helpless under Tae’s skilled mouth. The only thing he could do was shudder and pant and tighten his hold onto the covers until his knuckles turned white. Still he couldn’t get rid of the tension that made his abs clench and teased lustful gasp and trembling moans out of his chest. It felt like nothing he had ever experienced before, as if Tae had found a way to get under his skin and set his nerves ablaze.

Taehyung smiled at the younger, letting him take a breath, using the little break to make Jungkook spread his legs a little further. Where they had their hands intertwined, Taehyung was stroking softly with his thumb over his skin. Then he pressed the tip of his tongue against the space between his balls and hole, flicking it hard multiple times. He wrapped one arm around Jungkook’s thigh to keep it in place, before Tae licked around the curving of Jungkook’s ass cheeks sweetly, letting him feel how close he was, before Tae pressed his mouth right against his hole, letting his tongue slip smoothly around his tight hole, kissing and sucking him.

Jungkook’s eyes snapped open when he realized where exactly Tae was pushing his tongue and he tensed, trying to get up. “What... what are you doing?” His cheeks burned from shame and he felt way too wet down there, afraid that he might be not clean enough or that Tae would find that something wasn’t as it should be on a human’s body.

Wiping over his mouth, Taehyung came up and onto his knees, caressing soothingly over Jungkook’s thigh. “Hey, relax, baby boy…I’m preparing you,” Tae said in a soft, reassuring voice, “Where else do you think my dick fits, baby?” He was squeezing his thigh, leaning down to kiss the elf on his stomach, before gazing up at him, “Didn’t it feel good?”

He was still flushed but Tae’s reaction managed to calm him a little. “Right. I... I’m sorry, I just... didn’t expect this.” He laid back down, closing his eyes but the tension in his body gave away that he was still nervous. He hadn’t really concentrated if it felt good, too shocked by where Tae had put his tongue. Although he absolutely trusted Tae’s intentions he started to worry a little. He had seen Tae’s cock and it... wasn’t small. He wondered if humans might be built a bit differently, afraid that maybe his body wasn‘t meant for this.

“Don’t be sorry, baby,” Taehyung got over him again, gripping Jungkook’s chin to make the younger look at him, “I love you, okay? Just try and relax and trust me…you’re perfect.” This time Taehyung kissed the other heatedly, letting the younger take all of him that he needed to reassure himself, before he pulled away again with a smile. With a teasing wink, Tae was slicking his fingers with his own spit, before he was rubbing sweetly over Jungkook’s hole. Just making the other feel the sensation there a little, without pushing too far, yet. He needed some lube for it to work smoothly, but Taehyung was sure that Jungkook wouldn’t have this lying around, so he had to think quick. He was looking around the storage room, biting his lip in thought.

“I need…something…like…ah,” Tae kissed Jungkook’s knee quick, telling him he would be back in a second, before walking over to one of the many shelfs. Taking out the tin of coconut oil*.

Tae smiled and came back to Jungkook. “I will use this as lube,” He explained, kissing the elf again, “So, I can prepare you perfectly for me.”

“O…okay,” It sounded a little like a question but Jungkook really tried his best to adapt to this and be as good for Tae as the other needed him to be. He wanted this. He just had no idea how to act or what to do to make it work. He felt cold immediately as soon as Tae got up and he only realized that he had held his breath when it rushed out of him in relief when Tae kneeled back down in between his legs, stroking his sides gently and smiling at him in a way that calmed his heart just right.

Taehyung opened it, pouring some of the natural lube onto his fingers, before going back to rub down Jungkook’s hole and preparing him with it. He got back over Jungkook, making sure the younger could reach for him any second if he needed him. With his knees, he pushed Jungkook’s legs open a bit more. “Hold on to me if you need it,” Tae said, his finger moving in a circle around the other’s hole, “Just relax into it.” Placing a soft kiss on the elf’s neck, Taehyung pushed one finger into Jungkook slowly, feeling how the lube was making his finger glide easily.

Jungkook nodded quietly, swallowing harshly against the lump in his throat. The coconut oil warmed easily and so it didn’t really feel that strange - until Tae pushed inside. His grip tightened, fingers digging into Tae’s shoulder as he tensed instinctively before willing himself to relax again. His eyes were wide, heart beating so quickly and heavily that he could feel it all throughout his body.

“You’re doing so good, baby boy,” He soothed the younger, kissing him sweetly, “Relax into it.” He pushed a little more, working his finger in and out slowly so the younger could get a feel for it. “Let me in, baby,” Tae whispered against Jungkook’s ear, nibbling on it.

The teasing of his ears, especially the tips made his muscles go lax in Tae’s embrace. The touch inside of his body barely became a footnote as he was way too occupied to feel the desire and the rush of that that Tae’s gentle caresses evoked. His moans had become downright sinful by now and Jungkook had long forgotten how to be ashamed of his sounds as they spilled out of him so naturally whenever Tae awake the pleasure in his body anew. Taehyung pumped his finger a little faster, feeling Jungkook shiver and his muscles work with the steady press of him pushing in. He kissed the elf on his lip, letting his tongue glide along his bottom lip, swallowing down every breathy moan of him and capturing it with another heated kiss.

“You’re so tight, baby boy,” He breathed out, rutting himself up against Jungkook, desperate for some friction himself. Tae was moving his finger in a circle, lining around Jungkook’s tight hole for a bit, before he kept pushing back in, stretching him out. “Going to make you feel so good,” Tae murmured moving down to play with Jungkook’s nipples again, loving how sensitive the other was there. He was pumping his finger faster, making Jungkook gasp and hum in response and Tae pushed down a little more. “Do you want more, baby?”

Whenever the stretch came close to being uncomfortable or burning Taehyung made sure to distract Jungkook with pure pleasure, blowing his mind with how easily he could make him get lost in this. Before he even noticed Taehyung was three fingers deep inside of him and Jungkook had gotten so used to this that he barely paid it any attention - as long as Tae kept teasing his nipples and rubbing over the sensitive part of his thighs. “Good boy, that’s it,” Taehyung could feel how Jungkook was relaxing, letting him in even more and he patiently pushed his fingers into him and pulled it back out, moving slowly. While he worked him open, he kissed Jungkook again, the younger’s body tensing, when Taehyung pushed more, stretching him out even further. Taehyung held there, adding just a little bit more pressure but not wanting to force it in, until the elf’s body relaxed, and his fingers sank in further, his muscles closing around it.

“Hm..mh?” He blinked his eyes open when his mind registered that Tae was talking to him, possibly expecting an answer. He had no idea what ‘more’ entailed but he knew what he wanted in the end, so he just told Tae, innocently and sweet, in all his elfish honesty, “I want you to take me. Make me yours, please.”

“You’re so good for me, my perfect baby boy,” He whispered and kissed Jungkook with a smile. “I will make you mine now,” Taehyung murmured, not knowing what this sweet promise meant for Jungkook’s life.

He got up a little, taking a bit more of the coconut oil to prepare himself. Tae grunted low, humming in satisfaction, when he pumped himself a few times. He stared down at Jungkook, the muscles playing along his chest and arms, when he played with himself. Laying down next to the elf, he pulled Jungkook into his embrace. His back against his chest. Reaching out for his thigh, he hooked it up and over his leg, placing himself right along Jungkook’s hole. But before he would push in, Tae gazed up at the younger. He was holding him right against his own body and Taehyung was sure that Jungkook could feel his heart beating wildly against his chest. Gripping his chin, he turned the younger to look at him, kissing him a little sloppily, as he lined himself up against the younger’s hole. And then he pushed in, carefully and slow, feeling the resistance and how Jungkook locked up tight, so he kissed him on his shoulder, below his pulse point and on his ear, whispering sweet promises.

“Let me take you, baby boy,” Wrapping his arm around Jungkook’s thigh, he pushed a little harder, “I love you.” Jungkook was practically trembling from the anticipation when Tae pulled him tight against his chest. He had trouble breathing properly because he was so focused on what was about to happen that he almost choked on air. So, he did the only thing he could; he held onto Tae for dear life and hoped that this wasn’t the biggest mistake that he had ever made. His worried melted away like heated wax when Tae turned his head to kiss him, soothing him so sweetly, making sure he felt safe and loved and cared for.

Jungkookie let go, giving himself over to Tae and closing his eyes. He trusted him. He really, really wanted this; wanted to know what it would be like to be one with Tae. When Tae pushed in his muscles still refused him, tightening around the foreign feeling of being entered. It was different from being fingered and for a second Jungkook was about to panic. As if he felt it Tae chose this moment to tell him that he loved him again, reassuring him as best as he could. There was nothing else that Jungkook could ask for. Taehyung loved him, he desired him. He was taking care of him. And Jungkook loved him back. There was nothing he needed to be afraid of.

With a final shuddering breath Jungkook spread his thighs wider for Tae and let him in. Taehyung was panting, as he could feel the tightness of Jungkook’s ass pulling him in and he moaned loud and unabashed, hiding his face in the crook of the younger’s neck when he bottomed out completely.

“Fuck…you’re so good,” Tae murmured, staying still for a moment, “Feel…feel so good around me, I want…to…fuck you.” Placing kisses everywhere, Taehyung pulled out, but only to push back into Jungkook. First carefully and slow, watching Jungkook’s reactions. The younger was gasping with every push and Taehyung slowly but steadily upped his tempo.

Knowing that was actually inside of his body was... intense and Jungkook tried to wrap his mind around it to no avail. Tae was as close to him as he could physically be and everything Jungkook wanted was to melt back and be united with Tae forever. It felt simply amazing. The pleasure wasn’t like before, not as scorching or sudden, rather a low, pleasant hum in his lower body but Tae seemed to enjoy it, so he was happy as well. If taking him would bring Tae pleasure that he would gladly let the other have him whenever he wanted.

Taehyung reached around and gripped Jungkook’s cock and with him pushing into the younger, making him move with every thrust, it was easy to give him even more friction. Tae was absolutely amazed with how good Jungkook was taking him, it almost felt like he was made for this. For him to love and protect. A little choked off sound escaped Jungkook when Tae gripped his cock, making him clench around him and try to close his thighs - which he couldn’t because they were held open by Tae’s own legs. He felt vulnerable and open - but in a good way. An exciting way that made him move against Tae’s tight hold to get more and more.

“You feel so good, baby, I need…I need more,” Without pulling out of him, Tae simply wrapped his arm around his narrow waist and pushed himself up and Jungkook on his knees. He leaned in and over Jungkook, kissing his ear, before he whispered, “This will be easier for you, too…you take me so good, baby boy.” Gripping his waist, Taehyung pushed back in almost forcefully, letting Jungkook feel how deep he was. He moved his hips in circles, his hand soothing up and down his back, before Tae gripped him tight again, thrusting himself into the younger.

He completely lost balance when Tae turned him around, thankfully to get a better grounding as soon as he was on his hands and knees. Before he could tell Taehyung that he was glad that Tae liked him that way the other pushed into him, more forcefully this time and so deeply that he whimpered helplessly. “T…Tae...,” the other’s name was like a plea on his lips, although he wasn’t really sure what he was pleading for.

“Yes, baby boy?” He thrusted into him again, loving the way it made Jungkook gasp and moan, “You like that?” Taehyung was so lost in his own pleasure, thrusting into him so deeply and hard, that he only realized that he had spanked the other when his hand met Jungkook’s bottom. He gripped the flesh tight, squeezing Jungkook’s bottom, before Tae wrapped his arm around the younger chest and pulled him up and against him. Jungkook yelped in surprise when Tae’s palm hit his backside, clenching around Tae and whimpering slightly at the feeling of being so full. He had as much knowledge about kinks as he had about space travel, so he was simply and utterly confused. But he didn’t have the breath to ask Taehyung what the slap had been for anyway - he was too busy panting.

Kissing the youngers, shoulder and neck, his hot breath was fanning against the elf. “’m sorry, you make…me go crazy…,” He moaned, “Tell me…when I do something…you don’t like ‘kay?” He kissed the elf on his ear, sucking at the top and nibbling on it. Pushing up into Jungkook was pure heaven and Tae moaned unabashed with every thrust. His voice low and sultry whenever he spoke. He soothed over Jungkook’s bottom, doing little circles with his waist, before Tae pushed back in hard.

Jungkook felt Tae’s strength which each and every trust, trying to keep himself stable but his body rocked from how hard Tae pushed into his body. He was so busy trying to cope with everything that he only realized that Tae was playing unfair and using his weakness against him when he felt a hot tongue on his ear tip. The high pitched moan that left his lips made his cheeks flush deeply.

„You feel so good, so…good,” Taehyung squeezed Jungkook’s bottom once more, thrusting into the other mercilessly. Reaching around the younger, he gripped his hard dick again, jerking him off with every thrust of his hips. His lips were leaving sloppy little kisses all over Jungkook’s neck, making him turn his head to look at Taehyung. A cheeky smile on his lips, Taehyung kissed him passionately, while holding him tight to his chest. “Baby boy…,” He hummed, breathy little moans escaping his lips when he slowed down his thrusts until his hips were only moving in sweet little circles. Tae’s hand moved from his length, down to his balls to massage him, rolling them in his palm, “How are you feeling, baby?”

Jungkook was shaking, his knees getting weak from what Tae did to him. He tried to keep himself upright, but his body failed him, making him fall on his elbows. Tae had complete control over him and it was a scary and thrilling thought at the same time. He could feel Tae’s cock move inside him, stroking his tight walls from the inside and he gasped, breathless, lost in the feeling of physical pleasure. “I... I’m fine...I’m...,” He broke off, voice trembling too much to really form coherent sentences.

“I got you, baby,” Taehyung soothed him, kissing him sweetly below his pulse point, before he wrapped his arm around his waist and pulled out of the younger. He reached out for Jungkook, helping him to turn around on his back. Meeting his lips with a kiss, Taehyung cupped his cheek to make the elf look up at him, “Do you want me to make you come?” Tae couldn’t deny it, but he was aching and trembling to get back inside of Jungkook. His muscles shaking with the way he tried not to push right back into him.

The elf just nodded, thankful that Tae had turned them around, so he had something to hold onto and could pull Tae close to him. He felt safer with his arms around Tae’s neck and his thighs around the older’s waist. He needed the closeness as much as he needed air right now. The human pushed back inside him easily and Jungkook was surprised at how easily he had already accustomed to the feeling of being taken, the stretch just a little uncomfortable before Tae’s presence washed away anything else but the longing and desire to be his.

Jungkook’s hold around his neck, made it impossible for Tae to sit up and since he didn’t want to take away his feel of safety, Tae used all of his strength to lift the younger up with his arm around his waist. This way he knew, he would hit the right spot.

“I love you,” A whispered promise against Jungkook’s lips, before he thrusted back into him. Harder, this time, assaulting that one spot over and over again. He was panting, holding on to the younger, while he moaned low and loud, not caring who could hear them. Jungkook held onto the other with all the strength he had left, thinking that Tae was just changing positions again before Tae thrusted harder, sliding right along Jungkook’s sweet spot. The elf screamed, completely overwhelmed by the pure hot pleasure that ran along his spine, making his thighs tremble and his muscles clench.

“T..Tae! What are you...” He was left screaming again when Tae fucked him harder, sliding into him just right again and again, not giving him any time to adjust or catch his breath. He whimpered helplessly when Tae made sure to fuck him senseless, his weak attempt at closing his legs futile as he was pinned down on his back for Tae like a doll, just begging to be taken apart. Which was exactly what Tae was doing right now.

“I’m…making you come…,” Tae was panting, biting into the juncture of Jungkook’s neck to release a bit of the tension and licking over the spot right after. He smiled against the elf’s skin, before he sat up a little more, so he could look at Jungkook. His arm wrapped tightly around his waist, his lips only a few inches away from Jungkook’s, Tae was gazing right into his eyes with a smile. “Fuck, you’re so tight…,” He moved a little slower, his thrusts getting only harder though, before he upped the tempo and took Jungkook apart. Biting down on the younger’s lip, he kissed him and licked into his mouth. “Come for me, baby boy…don’t fight it…,” Taehyung murmured breathlessly, “You’re mine now.”

Jungkook whined, the pleasure making him writhe but there was nowhere to go to get rid of what he was feeling so he could just lay there and take it, the already pent-up tension climbing higher and higher until his abdomen was locking up and his thighs tightening around Tae’s waist as his body went completely rigid and then he came. Hard and shuddery, panting, with Tae’s name on his lips like a prayer.

Jungkook tightening around his cock, was all Taehyung needed. He pushed into him hard, thrusting through the elf’s and his own orgasms that spilled hot and wet into Jungkook. But Taehyung didn’t stop until the last shudder from his own muscles ebbed down. He fucked them both through it, loving the beautiful view Jungkook was giving him, his own cum spread all over the elf’s stomach. Breathing heavily, Tae pulled out with a low growl, keeping Jungkook’s legs spread to see the mess that he had made. “Fuck,” He threw his head back, before his gaze met the younger’s, “You’re so beautiful.”

Tae didn’t mind the dirtiness, hovering back over Jungkook’s face to search for his lips in a sweet kiss. “I love you, baby, “ He whispered, “All mine…”

Jungkook was too far gone to notice how downright dirty this was and how much Taehyung reveled in it. He was still coming down from his high when he suddenly felt it; Jungkook had thought that the binding was just something that would happening on a psychological level, so he had never thought that he would actually feel it happening throughout his whole body. The elf gasped in shock when he started shaking violently again, clinging to Tae with trembling fingers as if he was lost the second he would let go. He felt as if he had fallen apart during his orgasm and now his body was trying to piece him back together, just that it was weaving Tae and everything he stood for right into him; the feeling of Tae’s skin on his own, the kisses that still lingered on his lips and neck, Tae’s voice as he had whispered into his ear, low and sultry, the way Tae’s smile made him feel or the spark in his eyes when he told him he cared, the taste of his kisses, his lips, so addictingly sweet... It sunk deep, deep into his cells – and especially into his heart. He had never tried to imagine how it would feel to be irrevocably in love with someone, how it might feel like to know that there wouldn’t be someone else in the whole wide world who could touch heart like Tae, as it was already claimed by him. Now he knew. When his breath came back, and his heart calmed down to normal it had become completely natural for him that his heart was only beating for Tae now, each and every stuttering beat against his ribs another tell that he was his.

Taehyung looked at Jungkook wide-eyed the second he began shaking like that. He panicked for a second, but Jungkook’s body already stilled again. “You…are you okay? Baby? Jungkookie?” Taehyung said, placing a kiss on his cheek, then another one, looking at the elf all worried, “What’s wrong? Was it too much? Was I…did I hurt you?” He almost cried out the words, way too scared that he had done something to the younger, that he didn’t like and not wanted him to do. He caressed over his skin, trying to shield him from whatever it was that made him shake like this and keep him warm. Jungkook was too emotional to talk, his throat closed up when he heard Tae talk like that, worried about him, caring for him so he just went with his instinct, burying his head at his neck, pressing his body against Tae’s still warm, sweaty and naked. He was kissing Tae’s pulse, just like Tae liked to do it, nibbling at the sensitive skin where he could feel Tae’s heartbeat against his lips. He felt…alive. As if he had woken up as someone else. And that someone was entirely Tae’s.

  * this is 100% organic, unrefined coconut oil we‘re talking about. And in case you‘re wondering; yes you can actually use that stuff as a natural lubricant if you‘re not allergic to coconuts (as a person that can get pregnant you should keep in mind that it may weaken latex, but that would go too far here as this is a fanfic and no sex ed) Just a general reminder: Do not under any circumstances use random stuff for sex if you‘re not absolutely sure what you are doing. Pls!

A/N: Isn’t innocent Jungkook the sweetest? I’m dying because of his cuteness. We hope you liked it and don’t forget to leave us a comment. ❤

Are you curious to know what kind of new stories will come soon? ;) Did you check out our new gifset trailers already? There will be a One-Shot coming on New-Years Eve and in January there will be two new stories! You can find the gifset trailers here (Vampire!Minjoon Story) and here (King!Namjoon x Jungkook) ! We are so excited to share new stuff with you guys soon!

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