#taes bread cheeks

[secretcheesecakecowboy]

He's just a baby!! 🐻🐻

#taehyung #iu #love wins all #he's just a baby #taes bread cheeks

[borathae]

framing these on my wall

#i wont ever accept how fucking cute my two babies are 😭 #googies pretty hair #and tetes bread cheeks #as a tae and koo bias i am sobbing #th #jk #taekook

[stormblessed95]

Hi Stormie! Can we just take a moment to appreciate Tae’s bread cheeks? I was literally crying over how much I want to just pinch them one time. Gah! He’s so cute it hurts 😭😭😭

He is so cute it drives me crazy!

I adore him 🥺🥺🥺

#tae bread cheeks #he is adorable

[swordsandholly]

Across The Way

Ch. 2: And So It Begins

Retired!Ghoap x fem!plus size!Reader

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Word Count: 2.6k

Summary: You go to Scotland with high hopes for your future. After all, you have the bakery you always dreamed of and a whole new life to live. Plus, the men who own the butcher’s shop across the street seem nice.

A/N: I got this out a lot faster than I thought I would. Hopefully my work doesn’t get too insane and I can get the next out in a timely manner - it’s going to be a bigger one!

“You were right.” Simon carefully cuts through the loaf with a serrated knife. He’s never lost his skill with them, despite their uses becoming increasingly more domestic over the years. It’s charming, in a way - the juxtaposition of where they started and where they are now.

“Right about whit?” Johnny asks.

“She is a pretty little thing.”

“Donnae tell me I need tae be worried about ye sneakin’ off at work.” He jokes. Simon would never, of course, but it’s fun to see the way his cheeks heat up at the implication. Without his mask he wears every expression with reckless abandon.

Simon settles his large frame into the seat across from Johnny at the dining table. It’s small, they don’t need much. The chairs always creak under Simon’s weight in an almost threatening fashion. He pushes a plate with two pieces of the bread and some eggs over to Johnny. There’s an odd tug in his chest when he picks up the slice - an urge to be gentle as he spreads butter over it. Gentility is not a compulsion he feels often.

“S’good.” Simon mutters around his bite.

Johnny nods along after taking one himself. There’s love in it - he can tell. A piece carefully crafted with only absolute perfection in mind. How strange that food can carry such a feeling.

“Was a wee bit worried we’d be stuck across from the nicest, worst baker in the world.” He mutters.

Simon huffs out a half laugh.

~~~

Your first week goes by in a blur. For a small town they sure do manage to keep you busy. It’s good, you remind yourself. Better than none. If you keep it up at this rate you’ll be able to hire help by the end of the summer quarter.

By Monday, the first day of your “weekend”, you’re overdone. Head dizzy and body exhausted, you spend the day in bed. It’s a gratifying exhaustion, one you hope to build more of a tolerance for. As of now, though, you elect to remain deeply buried under the covers.

When you wake for a second time the sun is already near setting again. The entirety of Monday slunk by with you in bed. You grumble to yourself angrily like an old man. You wanted to unpack today - to at least get your clothes and kitchen items put away.

“Stupid.” You grouse. At least you still have time to shower, you suppose.

As you stand the world blacks out for a moment, your body swaying in place. You allow yourself to fall back on the bed, sitting while your vision slowly comes back into focus. Blinking away black dots and off squiggles that dance across your eyes. On attempt number two you manage it, making your way to the bathroom.

The work is worth it. The pain is worth it.

This is what you always wanted, after all.

You are happy. You can feel it in your bones. They’re lighter than they used to be - your whole body thrums with excited energy even as you have to lower yourself with the upmost care into the shower seat. Even as you have to scrape one of the cheap fold out chairs you managed to get over to the stove while you cook a late night dinner. Thank god for low counters.

When you were arranging your schedule it took a while to get it perfected. To compensate for your body you have to have time to rest and be able to do a lot of baking preparation before the work week starts. Monday and Tuesday are for rest. Wednesdays are for prep. The shop is closed but you’re in the back working your ass off mixing and kneading and shaping doughs. As well as practicing new recipes you want to add to the store’s line up eventually. Your goal is to sell American biscuits, preferably in batches of six, but those take a lot of work and don’t keep as long. They’ll have to wait until you have hired help.

It’s all chance and whatever you can manage to make happen. You learned to be okay with that, though.

You’ve got plenty of spoons, you tell yourself. Just need to use them wisely.

When you finally close the fridge, now fully stocked with dough ready to proof and bake, you check the clock. It’s still the early afternoon. You finished sooner than you assumed you might. The thought makes you giddy - makes you feel accomplished.

It makes you feel normal.

As you exit into the warm spring sun you take a moment. Ever since you arrived you haven’t been able to just stop. To just take everything in - let the foreign air fill your lungs and the aura of the town sink into your bones.

It’s a lovely little main street that you’re located on. The building to your left is a large family owned pharmacy (very convenient for you) and to your right is an empty brick building. It looks like a former post office, but from what you know the current post office is a few blocks down beside the grocers. It’s quaint, the lot of it.

Your eyes settle on the shop across from yours housed in a simple brick building painted white. The upstairs is an apartment much like yours, you think, but from what you know it currently remains empty. The sign above the door reads A Cut Above the Rest. You wonder if that was Simon or Johnny’s doing.

Would it be weird to go in? You suppose not, after all they came to yours. It’s only fair you give them some patronage as well. Plus you need to ask how the bread was. Hopefully they liked it - you realized halfway through the night that you didn’t even ask if they like sourdough before shoving it into their hands.

That thought kept you up later than you’d like to admit.

You look both ways down the street. This particular spot doesn’t have a crosswalk but the road is so dead even when the downtown is busy you figure it’s worth risking. The lack of danger doesn’t stop you from fast-walking across, though.

The shop’s old-fashioned door bell chimes prettily as you push it open. For a butcher it smells extremely clean - almost clinical. It’s small, with an L shaped display counter and a register at the end nearest the door. Packages of sausage links and the like hang on displays across the back wall. Beside the wooden saloon doors that lead behind the counter is a little dog bed with a very well crafted name plate reading Riley hanging right above it.

So cute.

“Afternoon.” Simon appears from the back, wiping his hands on a rag. You jump a little, so lost in taking in your surroundings you forgot what you came here for.

“H-hi!” You smile. You forgot how intimidating Simon is. His gaze levels you - pins you underneath him like a fly under a swatter. Maybe that’s a bit dramatic. “I thought I’d come check your shop out and ask how the bread was?”

“It was good.” He replies bluntly. Totally monotone. The corners of his eyes crinkle ever so slightly. You decide that’s it’s a smile - whether that’s the reality of his expression or not.

“It’s really nice in here.” You look around. There isn’t much for decoration. The walls are too covered in menus and diagrams of cuts to leave room for anything extra. There’s a shelf of odds and ends opposite the main counter full of high end mustards and condiments. Little things to go with whatever you could think to make out of the varieties of meat they offer.

“Thanks.” Simon nods. “One moment.”

You watch with curiosity and a slight frown as he makes his way into the back. He almost has to duck under the doorway. Old buildings with low ceilings and all that. The place definitely wasn’t made with a six foot plus behemoth in mind. You continue to look around, rocking back and forth on your heels. They have a perfect score on their inspectors plaque. You might not know Simon well, but he seems the type to be absolutely precise about everything. The score doesn’t surprise you.

Yours is almost perfect - some rules are different here than in the US. Next time, you swear you’ll get it top notch! You look across the street at your shop. You wonder if you made the wrong choice with The Honey Bun. It’s bit much now that you see it from afar but it still makes you smile. That’s what matters, you guess.

Simon comes back out with a small, nicely wrapped package. “You don’t ‘ave any dietary restrictions d’you?”

You shake your head and he pushes the package toward you. Your eyes widen - it’s a great cut of high end beef. Like, really good beef as far as you know. Something you’d never be able to afford even if your business wasn’t brand new. You stare between Simon and the little pack in your hands. “Th-this is so nice but I-“

“It’s only fair.” He cuts you off. “Neighbors, yeah?”

You can’t help the grin that splits your face, eyes misting up despite yourself. Kindness has not been a constant in your life - more of a rarity. Something you had to claw and fight to earn. Being given it so freely but such a taciturn man has you reeling just a bit.

“Thank you… I’ve got to head back but, uh, thank you. Really.” You press the small package to your chest. “Tell Johnny I said hi?”

“Course.” He nods.

“Thanks again!” You grin, giving a little two finger salute before practically skipping all the way back into your dingy little apartment. Happily, you pack away the meat to use later. It’s too nice to just make any dish out of - best to save it for a special occasion. Your first gift in your new life. Best to savor it.

~~~

“Afternoon, bonnie.” Johnny appears in your doorway while you sweep up from the Saturday rush, bell chiming upon his entrance. “Hope I’m not a bother.”

“Not at all.” You smile, resting the broom on the counter. “Hello to you as well, Miss Riley.”

She huffs out a quiet bark in reply, sitting dutifully at Johnny’s feet. You don’t have much experience with service dogs - other than the well known rule not to pet them while they’re working. They were always too expensive for you to get and your condition wasn’t labeled serious enough to warrant financial aid. (Despite the fact that you can, and have, passed out and hit your head on something hard.)

“Can I get you something?” You ask.

“Och, I’m a’right. Just wanted tae stop by an’ say hello before headin’ home.” He gives you that dashing, bright grin. “Simon always kicks me out of the shop at close.”

“He doesn’t need help?” You ask. Surely cleaning up a butchers shop is a huge task. You have your work cut out for you with all the flower - you can’t imagine cleaning that amount of blood and mess.

Johnny shrugs. “The cleaning chemicals trigger my migraines.”

You hum. “Well, you’re always welcome to stop by. Actually,” you turn on your heel, “I’ve got somethin’ I’d like you to try, if you want.”

“Never one to say no to food. Especially from a pretty girl.” Johnny says as he follows. He tells Riley to stay in front and she listens - the perfect little lady that she is. You nearly trip at his comment, keeping your back turned so that he hopefully doesn’t see the heat spreading from your face and down your neck.

“I-it’s, uh, you ever had American biscuits?” You ask, praying he doesn’t notice the shake in your voice. You have to get on your tip toes to reach the small basket you made the day prior - carefully lowering it and pulling back the gingham cloth you wrapped them in.

An image of home.

“Aye, had them once on a layover at some chain diner.” He nods. “Donnae think they were fresh, though.”

“Well these are proper biscuits.” You carefully cut one in half with ease. “Sometime I’ll have to make you some gravy to go with.”

“Yer gonnae make us fat, hen.” Johnny chuckles.

“There are worse things to be.” The words come out more defensive than you would have liked. An automatic mechanism - a harshness you've honed over the years.

You hate how easily you wield it, sometimes.

Johnny leans forward over the table, a furrow in his brow. “I dinnae mean-“

“Here.” You cut him off and hold out the biscuit on a napkin, smothered with butter in the middle.

Johnny lets your interruption go. Probably happy for an out. He takes the fluffy baked good slowly, cupping it in his large hand with care. You wonder if he always does that, touches things with such gentle love. Is it learned? Is it just natural to him? Does he touch Simon like that? Gentle caresses?

What’s that like?

Johnny takes a massive, enthusiastic bite. Somehow his blue eyes manage to sparkle even more, grinning as he chews. “Sh’gew!”

You laugh at his attempt to talk around the food. “Glad you like it.”

He swallows roughly. A full body gulp. “Why’d ye start bakin’ anyway?”

“My grandparents raised me.” You fold the biscuits back up in their little basket. “My grandma taught me how. She was the best in town - won the pie contest almost every year.”

“Tha’s lovely.” The smile he gives you is so genuine it makes your chest constrict.

“Mean old bat but she could beat anyone in the kitchen.” You laugh. “We swore she had some kinda magic. Like a green thumb but for cooking.”

“My mum’s like tha’. Can make anythin’ out of nothin’.” He nods along.

You fall into an easy back and forth - never breaching anything deeper than the most surface level of content as he eats. It’s manageable. Johnny doesn’t push and neither do you.

Riley barks from the front of the shop.

“Och, tha’s my queue.” Johnny brushes off his hands and checks the front of his shirt for crumbs. “Take care, aye?”

You smile. “You too.”

~~~

Johnny’s words keep ringing in your ears. You don’t know why. It’s nothing special. There’s no reason to attach to them. You raise a hand to wipe off the fog and stare in the small mirror hung above your bathroom sink.

Pretty girl.

You scoff. You’re not a pretty girl. You’ve never been a pretty girl. Fat girl. Stupid girl. Sick girl. Tired girl. Sad girl.

That last one you’ve heard more than anything else. Out of all the descriptors of you it stands out as the most used. By everyone from teachers to your own family. Always just a sad, sad girl.

You got it from your mom, they’d say. It’s not like you would ever know.

You rip your eyes away from the mirror and try to let the thoughts melt away as you sink into the comfort of your blankets. Those thoughts live back on the other side of the Atlantic. They don’t get to follow you here.

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[male-reader-haven]

⑅*ॱ˖•. ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩New Year's Kiss*̩̩͙‧͙ .•˖ॱ*⑅

Holiday week day 6 (Not really Christmas anymore lol, I know)

Your boyfriend Kim Taehyung comes over for New Years, but is prepared and eager for a lot more than just welcoming the new year...

First Tae fic, I have many more in the works! I really like how this one turned out <3

Tags: sub Kim Taehyung x top male reader, smut, good boy/puppy kink

Warnings: 18+, first time, slow and sensual, cute and awkward, aftercare :)

You gasp slightly, hissing at the hot steam that billows into your face and you quickly put the lid back on the pot. It's just about done! You prepare to put on your oven mitts and transfer your buffalo chicken dip to a serving dish when the sound of the door opening makes you nearly jump out of your skin.

"Y/N, it's me! And I brought champagne!"

You sigh in relief and continue your snack task.

"Tae, you nearly scared me to death. Come to the kitchen, I'm finishing my famous dip!"

It only takes Tae a few seconds to remove his shoes at the door and follow the scent of food in the air to the kitchen opening.

"Ah, it smells so good! Let me try- oww!" Tae pouts as you promptly smack his finger away from the pot.

"It's still hot. Gotta wait until it cools. Why don't you go put the countdown on the TV?"

Tae sighs and sets his grocery bag on the counter. "All right finee. Although I don't think the countdown entertainment is that interesting..." He walks to your living room. You and Taehyung met freshman year of Uni, and ever since you have gotten super close. Tae was the one to ask you out first, and you remember it like yesterday; his flustered face and stumbling words as he tried to confess. Ever since you've been dating he comes over to your apartment often and stays over a ton too, and youre used to going out together all the time. You can't actually think of many times that the two of you are in public without the other.

"It's only 10, just be patient. It gets better closer to midnight." You call out as you inspect the bag of goodies Tae left on the counter, pulling out the champagne and a bag of sliced baguette bread. "Plus, we can do other things while we wait." You wink playfully at Tae, who is spread out on your sofa fiddling with the remote as you bring the champagne and glasses over to the coffee table.

"Ah, don't say things like that, hyung!" Tae smiles and kicks your leg jokingly. You just smile back and set everything down, then you lean over and kiss him softly on his cheek.

"Sorry, it's hard not to tease you, cutie." You swipe your thumb across his cheek and take a seat next to him. Tae sighs and leans over, resting his head in your lap and getting comfortable. You run your left hand through his fluffy brown hair while your other arm rests on the back of the sofa. His breathing and warmth is comforting, and you relax. You could stay like this forever. Tae hums softly as you continue to fidget with his hair and massage his scalp. He was right however, nothing interesting is on the TV at the moment, except for the occasional funny commercial or an artist you've heard the name of before performing a tiktok song. You stare absentmindedly at the screen, zoned out.

"Mmm Y/N..." Tae sleepily groans and nuzzles into your hand, clearly enjoying what you're doing. You can't help but smile at his cute demeanor, like a little puppy. He rolls over in your lap, no longer lying on his side but on his back. He holds your hand close to his face, giving your hand a slight peck that sends goosebumps up your arm.

"And to think, you're all mine..." You bring your other hand over to cup his face, squishing his cheeks together.

"Careful, I bite!" Tae giggles and grabs your hand, playfully trying to bite your finger.

"Ack, you little..." You laugh together as you overpower him, holding both his arms in place and hovering over him. Still holding his arms down above your head, you lean down to kiss him on the lips, a soft and loving kiss. "I love you so much, Tae." You whisper it close to his neck. Tae giggles and looks up at you, eyes shining.

"I love you too, Hyung. Kiss me again, please?"

You can't say no to a face that adorable. You lean back down, kissing the younger man passionately and deeper than before, taking your time and making him follow your lead. Your tongue sweeps across his lips, requesting access, to which his lips part and allow you to explore him. As you kiss him your body gets closer to his, your chests grazing each other as you grind yourself against him, feeling your arousal starting to burn in your chest.

"Tae, baby... you're turning me on..." You groan the words, then look at your boyfriend's face. From his soft eyes and slight panting, you can tell Tae is affected too.

"Touch me." He breathes out the request, and you don't hesitate to respond by running your hand across his boner before sliding it under his pants. You look him in the eyes as you slowly stroke his member from within his pants, kissing his face and listening to his beautiful moans. It doesn't take long before his arms are gripping the back of your neck and his back arches.

"Ngh!" His voice cracks and you feel him release in his pants. You're certain your own boxers have a wet spot from how turned on you are by his orgasm.

"You're beautiful when you come for me, baby." You kiss Tae's neck as he rides out his high. He catches you off guard, however, when his hands go to cup your face and he looks you in the eyes.

"Y/N, i'm ready. Please, I want you to fuck me? Please?"

You hesitate. You have been intimate with Tae before, but nothing more than blowjobs and handjobs and the occasional tease. You've discussed going all the way before, but you took it slow since this was Taehyung's first relationship with another man.

"Tae, you know we have to pepare for that baby, I want your first time to be a good one-"

"I already did hyung, please, I told you i'm ready! I followed all your instructions, please, I can't wait anymore..." He whines and cocks his head, giving you his best pleading puppy eyes. He tugs at your heartstrings. You cannot resist him and you kiss him again.

"To the bedroom, now." You get up and off the couch and watch in amusement as Tae practically jumps up to obey your order. You make your way to the bedroom and close the door behind you. "Up on the bed sweetheart." You instruct, and Tae eagerly listens, taking off his shirt and throwing it off the bed. He lays back, leaning on his elbows and knees up, still wearing his pants. You get on the bed yourself, scooting forward on your knees to rest your hands on Tae's thighs. "Lets get you out of these, hm?" You bring your hands to his waistline and slowly pull down his sweatpants, throwing them aside. You teasingly tap Tae's boner hidden underneath his wet boxers, causing him to whine again in a high pitched voice. "These must be so uncomfortable, my poor baby..." Tae nods and gulps in response. You pull the boxers off of him and they roll into a messy heap that you throw to join his other clothes. Tae's cock springs up, still hard despite his orgasm earlier. His face flushes red and he looks away from your eyes in embarassment.

"Don't look away from me baby, you're so beautiful." Your hand goes to his face to gently turn his chin back towards you. "Now, will you show me?" You tap the outside of Tae's thigh. Tae smiles, comforted by your reassurance, and spreads his legs slowly.

"S-see? I'm all ready for you hyung..." His voice is shaky in anticipation. You admire his beautiful figure, his silky smooth skin and tan complexion as it changes the further down you look. You trail your hand from outside his thigh to closer in, all the way down his perineum to his cute hole. He was right, he did prep.

"I can't tell if you're a good boy or naughty for anticipating this..." You chuckle. "You planned it all along, huh baby? Get me all worked up so that I'd fuck you silly?" You tease him by tracing his entrance with your finger, reveling in the way his body twitched and writhed at your touch.

"Ohh, yes hyung, please..." His breathy voice betraying his desperation. You move to get up from the bed but are stopped by a pouty whine from your needy boyfriend. You smile.

"Relax sweetheart, I'm just going to undress and get the lube, okay? Be a good boy and stay put." You are very aware of Tae's eager eyes watching you as you strip down bare in front of him, loving how his eyes rake over you. You fiddle through your bedside drawers and pull out a bottle of lube and a condom, tossing them onto the bed.

"Do we need to? I want you so bad Y/N, this is taking forever..." Tae wriggles, but you get back onto the bed and come up to Tae's knees, looking at him sternly.

"It's your first time Tae, we are going to do this right or not at all. Be patient for me, okay sweetheart? Can you do that?" You wait until he sighs and nods.

"Yes, hyung. I can."

"Good boy." Tae smiles at the praise and you take the bottle of lube and pour a generous amount onto your hands, rubbing them together with your fingers. "Just relax, okay? Tell me if it hurts." You bring your fingers to Tae's entrance and spread the lube around a bit before taking a finger and pressing it in slowly, causing him to gasp at the sensation and his hole to suck you in. You gently massage his hole with your one finger, making sure to monitor his response to avoid hurting him of going to quickly.

"More hyung, please, I can take more!" You can't help but smile at his impatience.

"Be patient baby. I'm adding more now." You add another finger slowly, beginning to scissor your fingers together and spreading his hole. He moans a bit louder than before, squirming under you. "Doing okay Tae? Color?"

"Green, keep goingg..." He moans as your hand works him harder, spreading him out. You watch his face as he trembles, eyelids fluttering and head leaning back. His ass takes your fingers well, and it turns you on, but you restrain yourself. You want to take your time with him.

"You're doing so well puppy, doing so good for me..." You coo over your needy boyfriend, loving how sensitive he is to your touch. He shivers and you can see goosebumps rise on his stomach as you push your fingers deeper in. "I'm going to add another finger now, okay?" You push your ring finger in, feeling him clench around you.

"A-ah!" Tae gasps, causing you to hesitate. You keep your hand still, waiting for him to catch his breath and relax. "I-i'm okay, keep moving!" You nod and start to push your fingers into him and spread him wider, curling your fingers up to give him more pleasant sensations. He arches his back and grips the sheets as you spread him further, letting out small whines and moans as precum begins to form at the tip of his erection. He lets out a loud moan as you slide your fingers out of him, leaving his hole fluttering and sending shivers up his body.

"You're so fucking pretty baby, so beautiful." You move up to his face to kiss him deeply, and his hand flies up to your face desperately. You break away and eagerly take the condom you had set aside and rip open the packaging with your teeth. After you prepare, you position yourself in front of his's glistening entrance. "Are you ready sweetheart?"

Tae nods eagerly.

"Y/N, please just get in me already." He smiles wide, excited to finally feel you. You grin, equally excited.

"Okay, here we go..." You inhale through your teeth as you slowly push your tip into his hole.

"Aaah, fuck!" Tae exclaims at the sensation. Your hands grip onto both sides of his ass as his hole clenches around you tightly.

"Just stay relaxed baby, you're doing so good, does it hurt?"

Tae gulps, but you can feel him relax. "A little hyung, but it's okay, I can take more, please just move, it's killing me..."

You nod and oblige, pushing yourself deeper into him. His body shakes and you bite your lower lip. Despite having prepared him, he's still tight around you, and it's driving you crazy.

"F-fuck Tae, y-you're so tight still..." It takes every ounce of willpower for you to gently and slowly push yourself into him, and his whines and moans of pleasure and pain only make your heart beat faster. Still, you wait for him to relax before you go further, repeating a pattern of pushing and rest.

"Ohh Y/N, fuck- hng!" Tae's shaking body is a mess by the time you are completely inside him, and you yourself are shaking in anticipation, your member aching for movement. You lean over his chest, moving your hands from his ass to one behind his neck and one on the bed for support. You kiss him again, giving his arms something other than the bed to hold on to. Tae's arms wrap around your neck and you break from the kiss to look into his eyes. His breathing is quick and heated, and his thighs tremble.

"Are you okay? Ready for me to start moving?" You search his expression for any sign of wanting to stop.

"Please..." Tae gulps and caresses the back of your neck. "You feel so good inside me, Y/N."

Your dick twitches in anticipation, and you start to slowly move your hips, testing the waters.

"Aah, ah, haah..." Tae moans in rhythm to your gentle thrusts and your member throbs, sending electricity through your body at the sensation against his inner walls. You speed up, granting yourself more.

"Hnng, fuck, you're doing so good, Tae, babyyy..."

"Hnnn!" His hole clentches again, but you can tell with each thrust and by his moans that his pain is being replaced with pleasure. His lips part and release open-mouthed moans, music to your ears.

"Feels... so good hyung.... aaah, fuck, fuck me faster, I, ah-" His voice cracks as you grant his wish, your hips moving faster and losing control in your own pleasure. The sight of Tae's body shivering and his cock bouncing against his chest from your movements is so cute to you, and you quicken your pace, feeling your orgasm coming closer and closer. You look him in the eyes and grip the back of his neck, holding him close to you lovingly.

"Hold on baby." You warn him, and his hands grip your hair as you start thrusting deeper into him.

"Aaaah, fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck Y/N, aaah!" Tae's head reels and his toes curl into the sheets as he grips onto your hair in support. You can tell by his cries that you are hitting his prostate and that he is close. You both are so lost in your pleasure that you barely hear the sound of the TV in the living room in the background.

"10! 9!"

"Christ Tae, puppyy, you feel too fucking good-"

"8! 7!"

"Hyunnnnnnng! I'm gonna come! Aaah!"

"6! 5! 4!"

You're on the brink, taking in the beautiful cries and whines coming from the mess of a boy underneath you, who is just as lost in the sex as you are.

"3!"

"Y/N, please! PLEASE-"

"2!"

"Tae, you feel so good! Coming! Cominng! Hngh-"

"1!"

"AH-AAAH!"

Tae pulls you close to him and you collapse onto his chest as you release into your condom and he makes a mess all over your chests, the sound of his yell and your groan mixing with the sounds of cheering coming from the television. You stay there, hugging each other and chests heaving together for a moment, reveling in the pleasure. After you catch your breath, you chuckle.

"Happy new year, Tae."

His eyes flutter, clearly still recovering from the intensity of his orgasm, and his body trembles as you pull out of him to tie off the condom and throw it away. After that, you immediately check up on him.

"Baby? Are you okay?" You caress his cheek. Tae smiles tiredly and puts his hand on yours.

"Fantastic." He grins up at you. He starts to get up, but winces. "Ah, sore-"

You giggle, and kiss his hand. "Stay put sweetheart, I'll take care of you." You get to cleaning him up with a warm washcloth, then you put on a fresh pair of boxers and dress him in his own fresh boxers. He reaches his arms out to you and you hold his waist and under his knees to pick him up and take him to the sofa in the living room, tucking him in with a fuzzy blanket.

"So, what do you think?" You take your hand and brush his hair out of his face. Tae nuzzles into your hand again.

"When can we do that again?" His eyes glint mischievously.

"Haha, wait until you've recovered from this first, hun." You plant a kiss on his cheek. "I'm going to go change the sheets." Tae only hums in response, and you set to work. By the time you get back, Tae is curled under the blanket, sleepily watching the TV. He reaches out his arms for you to join him, and you oblige, crawling under the blanket and cuddling him close.

"Love youuu..." His voice is airy and quiet.

"I love you too baby." You smile. "What a way to start off the new year, huh?" You glance back down at Tae, only to find that he is sleeping soundly against your chest. You chuckle and stroke his hair. You look back at the TV and notice the snacks and drinks, untouched on the table.

"Ah- we didn't even get to the champagne..."

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[jikookuntold]

Sorry but don't you think it was already for Jikookers the moment JK's video was leaked ?

Saw many explanations and excuses saying it's made up, set up, fake etc. But really? There was no original source of video to prove it was edited. We can clearly see it's him in his apartment and bam running around him. It was filmed in Feb from his hairstyle, when bam was still with him. I saw some of big Jikokkers here having a relieved sigh when he said he don't have a gf now but He only said he don't have a gf in September. Tbh enough time to casually date and breakup with a girl.. which I've always thought his dating pattern is. So technically he wasn't lying either. And didn't he said he don't feel like wanting anyone and just want to concentrate on work for now? Doesn't that mean he don't have any partner but will have a gf in future ? In short not only he denied he had gf at the moment but also anyone special in his life. I don't think 'homophobic country' excuses applies as they literally enlisted together infront of everyone in the same country's military.

Also saw someone saying it can be a friend. But think.. who hugs some random girl in their apartment when their partner is not present there? Imagine spotting your bf hugging some random woman like that in apartment when they are alone at night. Doesn't make sense right ?

Another category of jikookers was going with 'open relationship' explanation but still not accepting Jikook is not romantically involved and everything was just them reading it wrong. Because if anyone listened to things Jimin said its clear af he only want to be in exclusive relationship.. maybe JK too but he was not even available for a serious relationship then.

Only a small percentage of Jikookers accepted its real and he has a gf irl or atleast not dating Jimin.

When i see Jikookers trying to deny it and find every excuses, it sounds like taekookers who still think Taennie was fake and army who think it's fake videos and pics.

But even worse for taekookers because one was seen holding his gf's hand in Paris while another was hugging his gf in his apartment all while choosing songs only about fucking women 😭 ik he said its not about his real life but only he chose songs like that. Others wrote their own songs but Tae's songs weren't autobiographical either and none of them were about fucking women or hetero sex. If it was rhythm he liked them they could've wrote some meaningful or even funny lyrics but nope all were about sex with women. If that doesn't tell about JK's sexuality and interests idk what will, 3D's choreo was fucking gross too. He's naturally drawn to what he likes. Tkkrs survive by lying and living in delusional world denying reality.. now jikookers also doing the same thing imo 🤷‍♀️ so idk why you have to make taekookers understand their ship is not real when Jikook isn't real too and 90% chance JK is straight af.

First of all, there is no reason for me to believe that blurry video posted on a chinese platform is Jungkook. Look for yourself, where is his lip piercing? Or the scar on his cheek? Or the mole under his lip? Huh? 😼

Wonder why that sasaeng who was spying for hours on a perfect angle on his window to catch him with the girl, didn't use a better cam instead of a toaster so their faces don't look like bread loafs? Even a normal phone has a better camera. Why in the other photos they leaked of him alone in his house the quality is good and the angle is completely different? When they explain this, I can agree that this ghost-face is JK. Otherwise it's just someone with bangs backhugging a giant pregnant lady wearing a night gown behind an open window on a breezy night.

About your mental gymnastic, in the listening party, fans were leaving comments asking "do you have a girlfriend?" And his answer was addressing that repetitive question, not the video. And don't give me this category of jikookers that percentage of jikookers thing. I don't care about anyone else's opinion, they can have their own, I have mine.

Don't you dare to compare that thing with Taennie. Taennie had 10 different HD photos leaked together and many obvious clues and hints proving the photos and the relationship was real, and even biggest and the most reliable media sources like Rolling Stone, BBC, Billboard, Dispatch, JTBC, etc wrote articles about them dating and being spotted together. JK didn't even wait for two days to react to that nonsense, but Tae was totally silent about it for almost two years. On the contrary, he started it all with following Jennie on IG, and then fueled it with more hints and wearing matching jewelry. Kmedia said they have been separated for months, so he could come up and say "I don't have a girlfriend" just like his dongsaeng but he didn't 🤷‍♀

Did you know Ricky Martin, George Michael, Freddie Mercury and many other queer singers for decades sang songs about having sex with women? Some was even their own lyrics while they were gay af lol. And you say Tae is gayer than JK because he didn't sing about having sex with women 😹

And how Jikook enlisting together has anything to do with this at all? Who said anything about homophobic country? Do guys deny having girlfriend in a homophobic country? Shouldn't it be the other way around? Did Jikook went to apply for buddy system and say "Sir, we are gay and in love, we can't stand being separated, please let us enlist together 😃🏳‍🌈" Nope.

The military of this homophobic country made this system available for close friends and relatives between the ages 18 and 28 to minimize the mental and physical traumas of mandatory service, and they are not going to ask them if they are having sex.

We always said Jikook can't live without each other, but it was people like you who come up with things like "they can't stand each other" "they only look close on cameras" "they don't care about each other" "they have different and separated lives" "they broke up" 🤡 Now that it is proved that Jikook is the closest and the most inseparable duo in BTS you are still brave on your shit? 💩

And since that video is your last straw I made this edit for you, I hope you like it 😻

[ox-imagines]

Before the Party

Summary: Taerae is over at his partner's house preparing for a Christmas party with the boys, enjoying the quality time with her before everyone else arrives.

Word Count: 1058

Warnings: food prep, makeout that gets mildly steamy

The scent of spices filled the air, mixing delightfully with the faint holiday music and the aroma of the tree in the corner. A soft hum rose in my chest as I felt a pair of arms around my waist.

“Let me help,” Taerae’s low, cheery voice spoke from behind me and he removed one of his hands from me, dipping a finger into the white chocolate I was melting on the stove. He hissed softly at the high temperature, but quickly put it in his mouth regardless.

“How about you don’t stick your fingers in the food?” I chuckled, looking over my shoulder at him. 

He just gave me a wide grin, his cheeks pink and his eyes sparkling behind the frames of his glasses. “I think it needs candy cane.”

“Duh? Tae, you can’t add the candy cane in the pot, though, or it’ll melt.”

“I know! I thought maybe it would be cool though. Like maybe it would add some peppermint flavor to the chocolate in addition to the candy cane on top. And make it pink!” He reached for the bowl of crushed candy canes and gave me a quizzical look.

“Okay, fine. Put some in,” I couldn’t help but grin at him. “But you’re in charge of crushing more candy canes to make up for the unplanned expenditure.”

“Those are some big fancy words,” Taerae teased as he spooned some of the candy into the pot, using almost half. An apologetic grin and kiss on the cheek from him more than made up for it, though.

I turned the burner off under the pot of chocolate as I pulled out the brownies. “These need to cool for a few minutes and then can be rolled into balls, here,” I handed him a pack of candy-stripe patterned sticks, “are the sticks for them, they’ll go on the stick, then get dipped in the chocolate, then get dipped in the candy cane bits. I need to put together the jalapeno poppers, can I trust you to do that?”

He nodded vigorously. “Of course, baby.” I smiled as I listened to him sing while he worked. Things went smoothly until Taerae tried to make the deviled eggs. Three of the eggs ended up on the floor whilst he was peeling them, then after recovering from that he made the filling. “Hey, baby, could you come taste this?”

I obliged, regretfully unable to keep from making a sour expression as I tasted it. “Taerae…I love you from the bottom of my heart, but I don’t trust your cooking. Please get out of my kitchen.”

“Ah,” he spoke quietly, giving me a half-smile as he looked down at the questionable color of the egg filling.

“Your help has been so appreciated and I love working with you, but I can finish the rest on my own,” I smiled apologetically, setting a hand on his shoulder.

“I understand.” He grinned and placed a gentle kiss on my lips. “I’ll go finish the decorations, I guess.”

I went back to work, able to get things done quicker without another person in the kitchen though his presence was missed; it helped that I could hear him cheerfully singing along to carols as he decorated. After finishing the jalapeno poppers, I threw some bread in the oven and remade the deviled egg filling, piping it into the eggs. Taerae had stopped singing. “Tae? Baby?” I pulled my apron over my head and set it over a chair, then stepped out of the kitchen. Taerae was standing there smirking, casually holding up a felt mistletoe decoration. “Oh,” I raised my eyebrows.

“I found this, where should I hang it?” His eyes didn’t leave mine, his face getting closer; his breath was warm against my face. I couldn’t tell if the question was intentionally rhetorical or if he just didn’t care enough to wait for an answer.

“Taerae…” Our lips melded together in a way I’d never get tired of, the taste of him gracing my mouth as he ran his tongue over my bottom lip, sending my senses into overdrive. We pulled away momentarily and he removed his glasses, sliding them into one of his pockets before passionately pressing his face to mine once more. I slipped my hands under his hoodie, earning a soft whine from him. One of his hands found its way up to the nape of my neck and cradled my head as he kissed me harder. His fingers wound their way up into my hair. My skin heated under his touch and I could feel that he was getting hotter too.

“Baby,” he whimpered softly as he caught his breath, his thumb rubbing circles against my waist. “I want you,” his deep voice was breathy, wide eyes searching mine. Without another word, I pulled his hoodie over his head and reattached myself to him, my hands exploring his lean torso while his tongue traversed my mouth.

Neither of us were aware of how long we stayed there, pressed against each other, my back to the wall, but gradually an unpleasant smell blighted the air. My eyes flew open, though Taerae’s lips stayed affixed to my neck as if he didn’t notice, his hips rolling lightly against mine. “The bread,” I stated as I realized what the smell was. 

“Hm?” He pulled away with a soft hum. His fluffy hair was disheveled, his cheeks and lips alike were reddened and his eyes had an almost dazed look to them.

I took a moment to admire him, trying to recollect the words that the sight of him had scattered out of my reach. “The, the bread. I had cheesy bread in the oven. I must’ve forgotten to set a timer, it smells like it’s burning.”

Taerae chuckled, retrieving his hoodie from where it had been haphazardly tossed aside onto the ground. “Well,” he ran a hand back through his hair and held his hoodie to his chest, smiling as if he’d suddenly grown shy. “It’s probably a good thing that’s what interrupted us and not the others’ arrival.” He pulled his hoodie back on, then gave me a soft kiss on the forehead. “Go take care of the bread, my love. I’ll, uh,” with a giggle, he picked up the mistletoe decoration once again. “I’ll find somewhere to hang this.”

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[clubdionysus]

[BAD DECISION #19] Send To All

warnings: plot stuff!! no smut!!! another cw: jiyeong lol

a/n: this header not being square drives me insane and i could fix it but reuploads are laborious enough as it is lol

soundtrack: self-sabotage - waterparks (this is one of THE bd songs for me hehe)

wc: 3.5k

bd total wc: 540k (ongoing)

AO3 | MASTERLIST | MINORS DNI

If time flies when you're having fun, then you think it's fair to say you're having the worst day of your life.

Okay, so that's a little dramatic, but your shift has been excruciatingly slow; the hands of the clock above the door taunting you every time you glance in its direction. Admittedly, you are looking at it every 10 seconds or so,  which is making it a hell of a lot more disappointing than it really ought to be.

From the desk, Hoseok watches you with sympathetic intrigue. You've cleaned the same empty table four times now just for something to do. Work is quiet, so distractions are limited.

You had only picked up an extra shift so you that didn't have to spend the entire afternoon letting your imagination run wild thinking about Jeongguk's date - but apparently, your mind didn't get the memo.

The thoughts trundle around your boardgame brain; passing 'go', collecting £200. It skips over the chance card tiles, and opts out of buying anything other than Mayfair. It's the only property you want, and yet you never seem to land on it. Sucks, but such is life.

"You'll wear a hole through the table if you keep scrubbing at it," Hoseok says softly as he takes the cloth from you.

"Sorry," you hum. An awkward smile is offered, as loose hairs fall around your face, glitter caught in the strands that dance in the low evening light. You're even more haphazard than usual today, Hoseok thinks. You choose to explain it away. "Just nervous about Tae's show. That's all. Trying to get a head start on things."

"It's an art space," he says warmly, not wanting you to think he's being critical. The way he smiles is gentle; the creases in the corner of his eyes are even more so. "No one is expecting it to be free of paint. If anything, quite the opposite."

He's right. You know it. It's why you make no opposition when he encourages you back to the desk, and guides you into the chair by the till. There's only one couple in the far corner. Young. Teenagers, maybe. You wonder if they'll make it through university. Likely not.

Cynical bint, you berate yourself. Plenty of people stay with their high school sweethearts. You'd met potentially the best example you'd ever seen of the cliche last night, in the form of the Min's.

You understand entirely why Yoongi adores Seoyeon, so. There had been an ease to her acceptance of you; as if she was inherently meant to nurture those around her, no matter how unfamiliar they may be. By the time you had left the Min's - a little tipsy and with Jeongguk's arm around your shoulders - you'd felt a warm sense of belonging in her company.

There's quiet concern on Hoseok's face a little while later as he watches you dip your bagel into a pot of cream cheese.

The magnitude of his concern only increases when you sink your teeth into the bread and tear it apart.  You're like a tiger ripping apart raw flesh, he thinks.

The scowl that settles on your lips as you chew is only wiped away when you take a sip of your coffee - but there's still a frown polluting your expression.

It's sort of cute how your cheek bulges from the sheer amount of bagel your manage to stuff in there, but Hoseok's worried you'll choke.

"Want a knife?" he asks as you dip the bagel back into the pot.

You look at him - bagel clamped between your teeth, just about to be torn in two - and scowl. Yanking the bagel, you tear it even further apart. He gulps. Shouldn't have asked. Never interrupt a girl and her food. He knows this. Should have known better.

It's just a bad mood, you think. No need for Hoseok to look at you as if you have three heads.

Just a bad mood.

Across town, in a ceramic painting place you've been following on Instagram for ages now but have never visited, Jeongguk laughs.

There's a dimple sitting prettily in his cheek, his teeth on full display, nose a little bit scrunched. He's trying to be quiet - doesn't want to distract the rest of the people in the pottery studio - but there's something so damn funny about Jiyeong's inability to paint anything that even remotely resembles a frog.

She pouts, and lowers her brush. "Stop! I'm trying!"

But then she smiles, too.

No one else notices. They're all far too distracted by their own masterpieces.

It's annoying, because Jeongguk really has created a masterpiece.

Having both been totally clueless as to what to decorate their mugs with, the ceramics instructor suggested taking inspiration from their favourite childhood fairytales. Jeongguk had gone for Little Red Riding Hood - Jiyeong had taken great pleasure in telling him she'd been Little Red for Halloween - and Jiyeong had gone for the Princess and the Frog.

"I know," he grins, as he tries to pretend as if it's not the most god-awful frog he's ever seen. It's kinda cute. In a hideous, kind of way. "You're doing great - no! Really. You are it. It's like... an abstract version of the story."

"Look," she sighs, her pretty face all pouty and perfect despite her hardships. The smile on her face is genuine, and Jeongguk is sort of glad that she's not great at the whole 'art' thing. He doubts it would be half as much fun if she was any good. "Your friend never mentioned there'd be art involved - I fucking suck at arty things."

"Art is subjective-" he goes to reassure her, but she's having none of it. Shakes her head as she laughs. Makes him laugh too. It's easy. The flirting, the fooling around like kids in art class. Almost nostalgic. She's exactly the kind of girl he'd have gone for in his younger years - confident, a reckless tease, remarkably tactile. It makes him wonder why he ever strayed from his 'type'.

Hayun had been a bit of an anomaly. Different. She was a quiet one - cautious, but casual. Funny in a way that Jeongguk couldn't quite understand, but desperately wanted to. Reserved. His childishness had often been met with rolled eyes, and the lack of clear indication about her feelings made him insecure. Put him on edge. Even when they started hooking up. Actually, no. Especially when they had started hooking up.

His strangeness has been making a welcome comeback as of late, as noted by Yoongi a few months ago in Dionysus. You've helped in immeasurable ways. Ways you won't ever be able to understand.

It's Jiyeong's openness - the way she touches his arm, how she dabs at his fingers with her paintbrush - that lets him know she's interested. It stifles the fear. Fills him with confidence.

"You're allowed to say I suck," she grins, leaning into him a little bit. The scent of her perfume picks up in the electric heater, and he finds that he likes it. It's not his favourite, no, but it's pretty nice. Citrusy. He prefers things a little warmer, a little more vanilla. Toasted coconut. Sweet.

He momentarily loses his train of thought. Thinks about the way your hair had smelt in the bakery aisle of the supermarket. Thinks about the way he always lets his nose nestle into the crown of your head before you shower together. Thinks about your room, and how it smells like that - sweet, coconutty - and how the last time he'd been in your room, he'd been inside of-

NOPE.

That thought is very quickly pushed deep down into the darkness of his brain. He can't be thinking about that . Not now.

"Yeah, it's pretty fucking bad," he nods instead, turning his attention back to her mug.

It's impossible for her to take offence when he looks as sweet as he does. He's in a white shirt - bad choice, considering there are speckles of paint all over his arms and even a tiny bit on his cheek - and black slacks, but the look is pulled off so well.

In fact, his outfit is borderline identical to what he wore to the Min's. You'd said he'd looked good. Said that it would be a good date outfit.  And so he'd listened, and had been proven right when Jiyeong complimented his style choice within the first five minutes of the date.

Admittedly, he'd complimented her first. Said that she looked nice, after about a thousand awkward, bashful smiles and half a dozen 'this is so weird,' and just as many 'I'm so sorry she forced you into this.'

Jiyeong had smiled, and assured him it was okay. "I'm glad she did."

And as Jeongguk meets you outside the gym the following morning, he can't help but agree.

He's still got a glow about him; fresh-faced and unwavering despite the rigorous workout you know he must have had. Part of you is glad. Him being at the gym means she at least didn't stay over - which would have been totally fine! You absolutely wouldn't have minded. Wouldn't have bothered you in the slightest . In fact, maybe it would have been better if she had stayed-

Okay, you can't even convince yourself that you believe it, but that's not the point.

He walks with his hands stuffed in his trouser pockets, shoulders a little hunched from the cold air. He's missing a jacket, which is unlike him, you think. You can't tell if there's a blush on his cheeks or if it's just windburn. Maybe both.

"Hello, Casanova," you greet him, smile fond, eyes earnest. The words are lively and melodic as they dance from your lips to his ears, yet the strings of your heart seem to pluck a little out of tune. You just need to adjust them slightly. Tune them. That's all.

"Don't call me that," he shakes his head - but he's smiling. There's a shyness to him. It's not all too unfamiliar, but it's something you've not seen in a while.

"So?" You beam, pushing it aside as you both begin to walk in the direction of 'home'. "How did it go?"

Jeongguk nods as he tries to formulate words. There's a smile on his lips. You can hear it as he speaks. "Good. Yeah... yeah, no, good. Really fun, actually."

"Okay, no, stop being coy," you laugh. "Give me details!"

Jeongguk pauses for a second as he tries to get a read on your face. There's nothing outwardly wrong, he thinks, but he notices that you're avoidant. Your eyes don't linger on his. The smile that comes with your laughter doesn't last as long as it usually does. He doesn't like it.

So he gives you what you ask for, because he thinks that might help. Maybe you've been nervous for him. It's his fault - he forgot to text you back last night, having gone for drinks after the ceramics place. Time had slipped away from him.

He tells you everything - how bad she is at painting (you enjoy this, because you like being better than her at least at something), how she'd suggested a drink afterwards, and how he'd walked her home at 2 AM because apparently neither of them wanted to stop talking. He tells you how he hadn't been brave enough to do anything other than walk, but she'd moaned about the cold and so he'd given her his jacket.

Poor Jeongguk had been so warm from soju and giddy from a date gone well that he hadn't even realised he was jacketless until he was about halfway home.

It explains his lack of a jacket now. You've a heat pack in your pocket. Part of you tells you not to pass it over to him. Would serve him right for being so careless.

And as much as you enjoy being a bitch, you also don't enjoy hearing his teeth chatter together. You say nothing as you pass it over, and push him toward the alleyway that leads up to his favourite brunch spot. At least going there will get him out of the cold.

"I'm so happy for you," you smile. You don't think you're lying. "I told you that you could do it!"

Jeongguk is slow in his reply again, almost as if he's weary of saying the wrong thing. It comes from a place of fear; memories of Hayun, and her reaction the first time Jeongguk had started seeing someone during their friendship. It had been before anything had developed between the pair of them, but it was the first time he'd clued up to the fact maybe she'd have been interested in more.

If he were to explain this, you'd tell him to fuck off for associating you so closely with her. You've never met her, but have convinced yourself that you couldn't be less like her even if you tried. You're nothing like the girl who broke his heart, and you never intend on being anything like her, either.

Then again, can't break his heart if the pair of you never fall for each other - and given the giddy smile on his lips all thanks to Jiyeong, you highly doubt that would ever be an option, anyways.

Seeing him like this - hopeful - makes your heart swell. He deserves happiness. Deserves the world. Or at least, deserves someone who makes him feel like he has the whole world in his palm whenever he holds them close.

"I owe you," he beams, as he beelines for his favourite booth, passing a quick nod to the cashier as she welcomes your arrival. It's so warm in the cafe that Jeongguk thinks he might die. The sudden temperature change is torture. "She, uh - she actually asked if I wanted to hang out next weekend, too. Obviously, I said no-"

"NO?! Obviously?!" You almost shriek, the back of your hand gently smacking against his arm. "You said no?! I thought you said it went well?!"

"It did!"

You don't understand why he's shrieking too, when he's the one who's gone and fucked up all of your hard work.

"Then why the fuck would you say no?!"

"Because!" he interrupts before you go off on a tangent, without hearing him out. "Next weekend is Tae's art show. Show on Saturday, and Sunday is free in case we get fucked up afterwards."

He shakes his head towards you, eyes wide, brows lifted, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world - and now that he's mentioned it, you think he's right.

Good, old, dependable Jeongguk. Wouldn't forget his friend's important events for anything. Not even one of the hottest girls in the whole downtown area could make him forget.

Though if you said this out loud, he'd smirk, and tell you that one of the hottest girls in the downtown area is the reason he remembers.

But it's Tae's event, not yours. He knows that you'd tell him off for framing things in such a way. Plus, the date with Jiyeong really did go well. The idea of acting a little sleazy just for a cheap joke doesn't appeal to him. It would feel distasteful.

And yet it feels wrong not to make the joke. A week ago? He would have done. Your dynamic, though largely unchanged, is different now. There are boundaries that come with dating; ones that he knows damn well to respect, no matter how early on it is.

He never wanted things between you to change. He'd have happily kept things as they were.

Progress has been made, though; a purpose has been served.

He'd never describe your friendship as transactional, but it seems to have worked out that way.

Makes him feel guilty. The feeling simmers in his stomach as he sits beside you, nibbling at his bottom lip. His hands are stuffed into his trouser pockets as he reclines into his chair; a little closed off, but not enough to make you question it.

It's only when you reach over to nudge him - and say, 'hey?' - that he realises he's completely zoned out.

"Hmm?"

"Invite her," you say softly. "To Tae's event. Invite her along. We could do with more guaranteed attendees, and I'm gonna be schmoozing people all night with Tae, so at least you'll have someone to keep you company."

Plus Nabi's invited and you really don't fancy having to deal with her. If Jiyeong can win her over, that's one less thing you have to worry about.

"Invite her?"

"Yeah?"

"You sure?"

"No," you say with so much sarcasm Jeongguk can't help but smile. "I just said it for the fun of saying things."

"That is the kind of thing you'd do," he defends with a cheeky little grin as he sits up straighter. "I just don't wanna... I don't know. Move too fast?"

"It's not like you're inviting her to meet your parents - unless you've also invited them to Tae's?"

"No," he laughs. "Of course I haven't."

"Then you're golden," you assure him.

An extra attendee is an extra attendee at the end of the day. Hell, you think you'd even let Hayun through the door if it looked better for Tae.

"On the subject of golden," Jeongguk sighs as he gets to his feet. "French toast? Iced Americano?"

You nod. Smile a little bashfully. Hate that he knows you so well. Watch him as he walks away, and admire his ass a little (in a friendly way). He's just been at the gym working on it, so you tell yourself he'd appreciate the 'appreciation'.

Your eyes are drawn from his 'assets' when his phone vibrates on the table. You don't let them linger, but you see very clearly that it's an incoming message from Jiyeong. You're not sure it would be considered 'friendly' if you 'accidentally' dropped his phone into the coffee of the woman sitting behind you, but you consider it for a moment. An impulsive thought. That's all. Like when you're driving, and think about the fact you could swerve off the road, or like when Jeongguk gets too close and you think that maybe you could kiss him.

Not anymore, though. That ship has sailed. Lost at sea. Never to be found again. Maybe one day, many many years from now, explorers will find the lost treasure: gold-adorned artworks, swathes of origami birds and more glitter than any single ship could ever hold. Or maybe they won't.

Maybe you're romanticising something that never was for something it will never be.

Who knows? Best not to tempt fate with such mindless dillydallying.

Especially not when you know you're gonna spend the next half an hour convincing him to text her back and just bloody invite her to the show.

You're not sure if you should be pleased or disappointed when it only takes fifteen minutes to convince him. Pleased, you suppose. That's what you tell him you are, at least.

And pleased is also what he is when she replies immediately saying that she'd 'love' to come. Asks for a dress code and a ticket price. Wastes no time. Keen .

(If you were gonna be a bitch (which for some reason is coming naturally today) you'd think she was desperate (but then you remind yourself that you set up this date (with her (because you knew she was keen (can hardly be annoyed about it now, can you? (Stupid))))).

"Cocktail dress, and no ticket price," you smile, as if your brain isn't exhausting you. "She's your plus one. Mates rates."

He asks if you're sure. You tell him yes.

You don't tell him that you've already put the cost of two tickets - yours and his - in the kitty. Everyone else is paying. The pair of you were never going to be an exception - supporting Tae's show is more important than an extra 15,000won in your bank account. You'll just add a little extra for Jiyeong's ticket. No biggie.

Once brunch is done, and Jeongguk has just about finished teasing you for texting the details of Tae's show to Seokjin (you thought the 'send to all' function could be your friend, but forgot that your own inability to delete his number is your biggest flaw), you head in separate directions. Both heading home.

And yet as Jeongguk presses his bedroom door shut only to see a paper bird propped up by his pillows, he can't help but feel like home is across the other side of the city.

Strange.

Not really, though.

Not when you're flopping face-first onto your bed with a groan, and a mumble of an acknowledgement that you'd really rather Jeongguk not bring his new squeeze along.

"Wassup?" Danbi calls through from her room.

Rolling onto your back, you sigh. Look at your ceiling, that's void of birds, and ignore the message that comes through from Seokjin, finally responding to the show invite.

"We have any wine in the fridge?" You call back through to her.

"Always."

"Wanna get fucked up?"

Danbi laughs. You hear her head to the kitchen, and the clink of wine glasses gently knocking together as she opens up the fridge. "Always."

AO3 | MASTERLIST | MINORS DNI

[peachjagiya]

Seeing Tae with his buzz cut & big ears & his bread cheeks , I agree with members, he looks like a cute chimchar ( Ps - chimchar is a Pokémon)

He looks EXACTLY like Chimchar.

(I don't usually like posting military content but this comparison was too funny)

#taehyung #my asks

[secretcheesecakecowboy]

JK likes Tae's bread 🍞 Cheeks

#taes bread cheeks #i like them too #taehyung #jungkook #taekook

[jmdbjk]

Artemis and Apollo

I was working on a post about my thoughts on the relationships between Jimin, Jungkook and Tae before the Tailor of Chaos made his appearance and wrecked my brain. I had a lot written and was trying to edit it down so it wouldn’t be a several-chapter-long study about each of those three’s personalities and why I think they do what they do. I’ll get back to it later maybe.

So I am putting that aside in order to delve into these concepts of Jimin’s. I have to admit, it is intimidating how he comes up with these ideas. I have a lot of thoughts about all this and I am trying to put some order to it but the key word in all of it truly is chaos. The more I see, the more I am in awe and the more confused I am trying to reconcile all the various versions of Jimin.

I am thinking about all the years we had cutie sexy lovely Jimin and Mochi and Chimmie. I am wondering in his WeLive last week when he mentioned that he did some self-reflecting on why he cut his hair short in April (if that translation is indeed accurate and that IS what he meant) if he cut his hair because it was a way to hang on to “youth” one last time? 

And then he drops these heavy ideas on us about id and ego... the inner tug of war between primitive impulses and morality and the rational and controlling mediator that supposedly prevents either from overpowering the other. A inner turmoil of push and pull...

His choice of white: purity, morality .... and black: pleasure, sensuality

And the images of the cracked statues put back together and sealed with gold. Imperfections that have now turned into something beautiful and precious holding it all together. 

Posing with mannequins... living breathing Jimin and some plastic representation... the comparison between real Jimin and idol Jimin?

I mentioned in a post or two ago that I wondered if the Tailor of Chaos concept is what summoned the Black Swan stage outfits with the lack of shirts and the body chains and yes, it was all being created in about the same timeframe. These photos were planned at the end of last year. The teaser video opens with Jimin wearing the same LV hoodie he was wearing for this VLive back on October 20, 2021. ABOUT A YEAR AGO! 

The temporary tattoos: the words tailor of chaos and Artemis and when I flipped the image I see the word Filter. We are seeing Jimin revisiting Filter. Who is Artemis? In Greek mythology, Artemis is goddess of the hunt, the wilderness, wild animals, nature, vegetation, childbirth, care of children, and chastity. Artemis is also associated with the moon. In the myth of Actaeon, when this young hunter sees her bathing naked, he is transformed into a deer by the angered goddess, and is then devoured by his own hunting dogs who do not recognize their own master. THAT is truly conceptual...and is then devoured by his own dogs that don’t recognize their own master.... all kinds of imagery there that can be compared to life as an idol and especially as a member of BTS. Their own industry (dogs) devour them because they don’t recognize them as the one (master) who is bringing them more success than ever... 

Artemis has a twin brother named Apollo. Apollo is the god of music and dance, truth and prophecy, healing and diseases, and is associated with the Sun and light, poetry, and more!!!!!!!

Other aspects of Artemis: In spite of her status as a virgin who avoided potential lovers, there are multiple references to Artemis' beauty and eroticism. 

The stag imagery:

Artemis with her hunting bow drawn and birds and stars:

Jimin says “the original” Jimin... Is he speaking about the evolution of his idol persona? or the real Jimin? because idol Jimin began as manly man Jimin and then idol Jimin became softer and softer and then androgyny (Artemis is female) really entered the chat at some point and has been intermingling with cute bread cheeks Jimin, roundy boba head Jimin, chapter 2 Jimin, etc. Pick your damn Filter. 

Has Jimin been toying with this Artemis concept for a long time now? Maybe we will find out when we see more about his photo folio. 

I am more or less rambling and I really am not well versed on Greek mythology except for what I have researched to talk about this. But I do understand the concepts of psychology that he’s tossing around in these images and I do love how he exposes some of his own personal psyche in his presentation of himself. I flipped these photos around that he was looking at on the table:

Jungkook remarked that he thought out of all the members’ photo folio concepts, his vampire concept was really way out there, but my baby, Jimin’s concept is so out there, it will soar over the intelligence and maturity level of so many and just be pretty pictures to them. Jimin is CHALLENGING OUR INTELLECT with these images and that is a very very unique and sexy concept coming from him. 

#park jimin #jimins photo folio #artemis and apollo #sun and moon duo

[yootaesowlwrites]

You Are My Family - Kim Taehyung

Note: For @taeandpuppies​

W/C: 1K

Warnings: Fluff, ft Tan.

You watch Taehyung lay down on the floor before Yeontan runs towards him and jumps onto him, making him laugh as he crabs Tan and holds him in his arms before being attacked with licks.

"I give, I give, you're full of love today!" Taehyung calls out between laughter, playfully trying to get away from the lick attack he was receiving, but failling purposely.

“He’s full of energy,” You say as you approach them, they were in the living room, and you had warmed up some snacks. “We should go outside, so he can play some of it off,” You place the plate of snacks on the table, and he props himself up on his elbows.

“In a moment,” He says before taking one of the snacks from the plate. “Just want to taste this first,” You nod your head and watch Tan jump around before sitting down and looking at Taehyung before looking at you.

“Tan!” You call, causing him to run towards you. “I’ll take him out, join us when you’re ready,” He hums as he chews on the snack. “Come on, Tannie,” You make your way towards the door with Tan following full of energy. “Let's go outside for some play time,” You open the door and Tan rushes outside, tiny barks leaving him as his feet touch the grass, and he runs full speed, you smile and make your way towards the bench you had on the porch and sit down. You barely sat down when Taehyung came out of the house and quickly made his way onto the grass carrying a ball in his hand.

“Tannie,” He calls out before throwing the ball, Tan immediately chases after it, which has you smiling as you watch the two favourite men in your life playing. “C’me here,” Tan runs towards Taehyung before running past him, making him run after him to try and get the ball back. It didn’t take long before you were making your way down the porch and towards them to join in on the game being played. Once Tan saw you, he dashed in your direction before dropping the ball near your feet and running off again, you laugh as you pick the ball up and watch as Taehyung pouts. “He’s a traitor,” You toss the ball, making Tan run after it again.

“Is he?” You ask as Taehyung makes his way toward you. “I think he just knows where his bread is buttered,” Taehyung lets out a huff.

“I also butter his bread,” He says, making you laugh even more. “But I get it, I do,” He reaches you and wraps an arm around you as he turns in the direction Tan was in. “I do, I also choose her, I also like my bread buttered by her,” He turns fully to you, moving his hands to your waist. “It’s always better from you,” Your laughter slowly dies down as your eyes meet, and you could feel your heartbeat pick up slightly. “Just like Tan… you are my family,” You could feel heat moving into your cheeks. “Mine also.”

“Tae…” You whisper. You reach up and cup his cheek, your thumb slowly moving over his cheek. “You’re my family too…” His head moves closer, your noses touch for a moment, time seems to have slowed down, his lips were moments away from touching yours, when a bark caused you both to pull back, and look at Tan as he sat beside you both with the ball in front of him, and he was staring up at you both. “Tan, you’re also my family,” You were about to pull back from Taehyung, but he kept you in place.

“No, no, no, my kiss first, and then Tan can get his,” He whines, a slight pout on his lips. “Me first,” You turn your head back to him, and before you could think of doing or saying anything, his lips were on yours, softly kissing you, making sure you could feel love being poured into you. Being with him was pure heaven, there were ups and downs, but you wouldn’t change a thing, nor would you trade what you have with him for the world, because he was your world. And you were his.

You pull away from the kiss and take a moment to stare into each other's eyes before another bark came from Tan and you step back from him, turning towards Tan, you pick him up, his tale immediately starting to wag.

"And now for yours," You say, pulling Tan closer, before you could kiss his nose, you were attacked by licks from him, making you laugh, Taehyung quickly moves towards you bother as he laughs.

"Tan, I get it, I get it, but calm down, you're gonna kiss her up, and then I won't have anything to kiss," He says, you pull Tan back as you catch your breath. "That's better, leave some kisses for me too," He takes Tan from your hands, and immediately got attacked by licks also.

"It seems like he wants to kiss us up," You say. "It's his master plan," Taehyung laughs before managing to get a kiss on top of Tan's head. "Tannie, there won't be anything left of us to kiss if you keep it up," You move behind Tan and manage to get a kiss on the top of his head also. "Careful with how you share your precious kisses and love," Taehyung places him on the ground and quickly grabs the ball before Tan could.

"I got it first," He announces before throwing it, making Tan bark before chasing after it. Taehyung moves closer to your side and wraps his arm around your lower back, resting his hand on your hip. "And I got you," He says and turns his head towards you before pecking your cheek. "And I'm so lucky for that," You smile as your heart flutters at his words, falling more in love with him, if that was possible.

#taehyung drabble #taehyung imagine #taehyung imagines #taehyung scenario #kim taehyung drabble #kim taehyung scenario #kim taehyung imagine #kim taehyung imagines #bts drabble #bts imagine #bts imagines #bts scenario

[taehyungfirst]

did u see the cheeky fist bump between tae and joon?? It was soo cute. glad they have got each other there. Tae’s bread cheeks were so visible, baby was happy 🥹

nooo I didn’t see it, kinda sad they got separated now ):

One thing about Taehyung he’s always gonna have his bread cheeks 😭😭😭😭

#ask #taehyung #luce-ing

[wonpiris]

2023 gifmaker/cc wrapped!

i feel incredibly honored that @taee tagged me to pick my top 10 creations of the year, since i only started giffing right at the very end of 2023!! either that or i'm ridiculous and already have enough gifsets to participate with LOL but here we go!

my very first gif (back from a years' long hiatus): NUGGET TIME

it's nothing special but the most special one at the same time. learning an entirely new technique to do this craft with. had a silly time. i don't even hate the coloring!

bread cheeks on live: taehyung wlive 231116

livestream coloring is so hard and i haven't attempted it since lol but i also experienced an Impulse to gif the moment these few frames happened in real time... that's love.

like a dream: xdinary heroes for singles magazine

this one did not garner many notes at all but it was fun for me to experiment with a style of coloring i wouldn't typically go for. i've always leaned more vibrant but matte is so pretty 💖

do NOT mess with han hyeongjun!

a lot of giffing milestones were had with this one. paralleling, blurring logos, blurring moving captions... so i'm very happy this gained some actual traction (for the villain fandom on tumblr i mean; small community lol).

cuddly photofolio yoongi

my first set to reach a pretty sizable about of engagement! it's one of my favorite yoongi looks and also tested me in terms of matching colorings.

funky lil guy jooyeon

such a fun fancam to gif mainly because of the coloring! it feels like a fluke but sometimes those kinds of artistic adventures are best.

seokjin birthday set :3

on the flip side, this is the completely opposite of the set above because the agony...of coloring... IT WAS FELT. yet i'm so proud of how everything turned out. the subsequent tae gifset went so well because of all the trial and error here!

xdinary heroes on an infectious groove...

this one was borne out of me playing around with some techniques i'd been practicing! just figuring ps out on my own that's my favorite way to learn the program.

casscool gaon #2

vibrancy girlie strikes in full force here lol - this is probably my ideal coloring style. plus it's plain fun watching him perform and getting to make stuff from that. kwak jiseok the rock star that you are!!

people pt. 2 aesthetics

and finally, this conceptual style of giffing is something i want to come back to in the future. i've always greatly admired people who can do "faceless" pieces and i want to try more of it!

tagging @woozis @raplinenthusiasts @agustd3 @nohshinwoos @starcatching and anyone else who wants to do this!

#tag games #julia you are so so sweet thank you for including lil newbie me :') #about me

[jinstronaut]

Filling ur inbox with some of my favorite things about Jin

- his little half smile that he does which gives him bread cheeks

-his dad jokes I pretend to understand, the way he laughs at them makes my heart fill up with joy

-the way he says "hyung will do it" when he helps out the other members

-when jungkook asked "what if he flings it" when worried that Tae would ruin the food while flipping it and Jin responded "then he flings it" (I think about this when I'm too scared to do something)

-the way he tries to make everyone around him comfortable by breaking the ice, even though he is on the shy and introverted side himself

-his philosophy of it being okay to rest and do "mindless activities" when ur on break instead of trying to be creative or productive

[Also idk if u know or not, but u can block anons so that weirdo doesn't message you again.]

AND IM SO EXCITED FOR JINNIE TO RETURN!!!

this is the vibe this is the way nonnie tysm for this palette cleanser 🤗🫶🏻

HIS LITTLE BREAD CHEEKIES ILL D*E HES SO CUTIE PIE

the dad jokes are so real, i think abt “we live in a bubble, an unbelieve-bubble” at least once a week

hyung will do it :(((( even to yoongi who’s only 3 months younger than him i’ll cry

“what if he flings it?” “then he flings it” is a top tier god level seokjin moment, he is so compassionate and understanding

i think abt shy introverted seokjinie being the first one to always make a spectacle of himself for the comfort of those around him all the time and he’s just like me fr i love him to bits

him saying this actually made my days off more enjoyable ngl — i used to feel like a day was wasted if i wasn’t being productive but i work so hard all the time that i should allow myself a Nothing day. we cant bounce back if we don’t !!!

WE’RE IN THE HOMESTRETCH OF IT NOW!!!! soon he’ll be back with us for festa and we’ll all be celebrating and eagerly awaiting hobi’s return in the fall !!!!!

tysm for this nonnie this is such a feel good reminder of why i (and so many other ppl) love seokjin and bts so much 💜💖

#anon #answered #saved //

[scapegrace74-blog]

The Man from Black Water, Chapter 11

A/N  This is the scene from the movie I was most excited to put into words (and into Scotland), and I’m really happy with how it turned out.  In it, Claire learns just how inhospitable the Highlands can be.

Also, I belatedly noticed that I’d left Rollo out of the action in Chapter 10.  I’ll be going back to fix that oversight, but only on the AO3 version of the story.

“I don’t understand,” Henry Beauchamp said plaintively, mostly to himself.  “She’s never done anything like this before.”

Netherton Estate had been in an uproar since breakfast time when Claire’s absence was discovered.   A search of the outbuildings yielded no sign of the young woman save for an empty stall where her riding horse was usually found.

“I want the men saddled up and ready to ride in twenty minutes,” Henry demanded of Dougal Mackenzie.

“They’ll be nae use tae us,” Dougal explained with a shake of his head.

“The weather is starting to turn,” Henry muttered, continuing to stride towards the stables.  When Dougal didn’t immediately follow, he wheeled on him.

“What are you waiting for, a written invitation?”

“The men arenna any use tae us.  They’ve been drinking since they got back from the muster.”

Furious, the landowner stalked into the bunkhouse.  As predicted, the stockhands were in various stages of unconsciousness.  Henry lifted Angus from his bunk by his waistcoat and shook him hard, but the small man showed no signs of life beyond a noxious belch.

Black Jack snored loudly in his bunk, but the fact he was beneath his blankets showed some promise.

“Wake up, Auld Man,” Dougal shouted as he grasped the worker by the shoulder.

Coming to wakefulness in one startled gasp, Black Jack had his knife against the overseer’s throat before his eyes were fully open.

“It wasna me!” he asserted.

Dougal coolly brushed the knife away.

“Ye best be careful what ye say in yer sleep,” he advised. “Claire has gone an’ got herself lost. I need a tracker, and ye’re it.”

“I canna see tae find my boots,” Black Jack protested as he stumbled to his feet.

“Then go without them!”

***

As the morning wore on, Claire frequently glanced back down the long glen, trying to determine if she was being followed.   While Jamie had described his farm as “up the Black Water”, she had no idea just how great that distance might be.  She was riding along the side of the old military road, which in turn followed the western bank of the swiftly flowing River Shee.  Stopping at noontime to eat some bread and cheese pilfered from the Netherton kitchen, Claire considered her plight.

There was no way to know where Jamie had gone to search for her father’s cattle.  In the absence of a fixed destination, she’d been navigating blindly in the direction of his croft, hoping by some miracle to run across him, or at least another Highlander who might know his whereabouts.

Instead, the valley stretched endless and empty.  The mountains on either side of the road grew in height until they obscured the rapidly setting sun, and the lowland housed only herds of sheep and the occasional stone ruin, the hollow remnants of a community long since scattered. To make matters worse, it was getting steadily colder, with a sharp wind that sliced straight through her fur-trimmed winter cloak.  An occasional snowflake melted as it met her cheek.

After countless miles, the military road veered sharply north, fording the river on an elegant stone bridge before rising into a steep-sided vale.  A narrow track followed the river as it continued westward, and it was on this that Claire turned, certain that Jamie hadn’t mentioned crossing a mountain pass to reach his home.  The track forked, then forked again.  With each split it grew fainter, the heather and gorse on either side rising above Kip’s knees.

A sudden gust of icy wind blew back the hood of Claire’s cloak. Lifting her eyes from the futile search for a clear path, she realized with dismay that it was nearly dark, and that it had begun to snow heavily.  Eerie howls came out of the dark, scaring Kip, who began to toss her head and whicker in fear.

“Come on, Kip” Claire called into the wind, trying to urge the terrified horse forward.  Normally docile as a lamb, the grey mare locked her knees, refusing to budge another step.

Now truly alarmed, Claire dismounted and tried to drag her mount forward by the reins.  The storm had descended with incredible ferocity, submerging the pair in constant eddies of white.  Claire thought she could make out a solid black shadow just off the path, its outlines reminiscent of a house.

“Jamie!” she cried, even though no light emerged from the structure.  Only the shriek of the wind answered back.

“Kip, we have to go!”   Claire leaned into the wind, desperately trying to drag her horse forwards. The mare reared, rolling her eyes in terror.  The reins gave way, and Claire fell backwards.   Instead of solid earth, she descended through space, arms windmilling wildly and a truncated scream frozen in her throat.

The ground rose up from the dark abyss.  She landed hard against her back, knocking the air from her lungs.  All around was a vast emptiness that she knew instinctively signified death.  Clinging to the rock face beneath her body with every ounce of strength she possessed, Claire Beauchamp began to pray.

***

His plaid was covered with four inches of fresh snow when Jamie and Rollo woke the following morning, but the sky was iridescent blue.  The storm had blown itself out and the Highlands were adorned in their finest silver raiment.

After a hasty cup of coffee and a bannock for breakfast, the young man saddled Donas and began the slow descent into the valley below, letting Rollo driving the cows before them.  The snow would slow their progress, but Jamie couldn’t find it in himself to mind.

If he hadn’t been looking about him at the majesty of his birthplace, he might have missed the footprints, obscured as they were by windblown drifts. A single horse passing over the mountain during the night was an oddity, but these tracks indicated an animal moving at great speed along the edge of a steep corrie.  Unable to quell a chill of dread, Jamie abandoned the cows to Rollo’s care and followed the mysterious trail.

A quarter mile later, he came across the body of a dead horse at the base of a small cliff.  As he approached, horror rose in his throat as he recognized the familiar saddle and dapple-grey markings of Claire Beauchamp’s favourite mare.

“Claire?” he wheezed, spinning around in circles as though she might suddenly materialize from the rock.

“Claire!” he cried out, heart racing so quickly he could feel his pulse hammering in his neck.

Spurring Donas uphill, he retraced his steps, galloping heedless through the herd of cattle and scattering them like thistle down.  Rollo barked madly and chased after him.  

Kip’s hoofprints followed the contour of the plateau, softly rounded to the east but falling away sharply away to a steep north facing cliff.

“Claire!” he screamed repeatedly, wame churning with utter devastation as he thought of her being lost, injured, or worse.

“Claire!” he bellowed from the ridgetop.  “Sassenach!”   Rollo sniffed the air and whined.

“Help,” a gust of air replied, so faint he thought he might have imagined it.  “Help me,” the air pled, slightly louder.

Jamie rushed towards the sound, struggling not to slip and fall over the cliff himself.  Louder and louder the cries for aid grew until at last they rose from directly beneath his feet.   Lying on his belly in the snow, Jamie peered over the edge and was met by the most glorious sight of his young life.  Golden eyes, framed by wild knots of brown hair, stared back up at him from a narrow ledge some ten feet down.  Beyond the ledge lay emptiness, the valley floor far below.

“Sassenach!  Dinna move. I’ll pull ye up.”

Running on numb legs, Jamie fetched his stock whip from his saddle and returned to the cliff.  Wrapping the thong several times around his wrist, he lowered the butt end carefully until it was within reach of Claire’s icy hands.  Using every ounce of his strength, he steadily pulled backwards until her body lay beside him the snow, both gasping and crying by turns.

“Are ye alright, Sassenach?” he asked frantically.  “Ye’re no’ hurt?”

Claire shook her head where it lay on his outstretched arm, but her lips were an alarming shade of blue against the parchment white of her skin. Her pupils were so large they almost obscured the golden rim, and she stared at him with disbelief, as though he might be a ghost.

“Come, lass,” he urged.  “We must get ye someplace warm.”

Lifting the young Englishwoman onto Donas’ back, Jamie steered his horse down the long ridge and towards the glen floor, his ever-loyal dog in tow. He spoke constantly, in Gaelic, English and Latin; anything to tether the frozen woman to consciousness.  For her part, Claire mumbled indistinctly and shivered so hard it made his teeth rattle.  Occasionally she would jolt as though stung and call out his name.

“Where are you taking me?” she asked in a rare moment of lucidity.

“Back home,” Jamie replied.  “I’m takin’ ye tae Lallybroch.”

#my writing #outlander #fanfiction