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fatoujallovv · 4 years

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so here’s my disclaimer: I hardly know what I'm doing. This is my glued together homemade giffing method that I’ve created over months of just random experimentation and bits and pieces from all kinds of tutorials. there are probably better or more correct ways to do a lot of these things! this also isn’t a completely universal tutorial, some of the specifics are geared towards giffing skam, specifically skam france.

I gif in photoshop cc 2020 on a macbook. Some things like keyboard shortcuts and little things about the photoshop interface will probably vary if you are on a pc/ other version of photoshop!

this is very long and very unprofessional, but I hope there is something in here that someone will find helpful!

we’ll be going from this:

to this:

up to date as of October 25, 2020

downloading clips

selecting what part you’re going to gif

cropping

my action for resizing, converting to a smart object, and sharpening

coloring

exporting and setting the delay

tldr tips

1. downloading clips

4k video downloader (which you can get for mac or pc here) is great for things posted to youtube, especially from skam france because all the clips are on their youtube with no weird geoblocks or anything! it’s really easy, you just have to open the clip in youtube, copy the link, and go into the program and hit paste link. I like to put on smart mode first and set the destination folder so all my clips go into the place I want.

There is a 30 video per day download limit, so if you’re thinking you really want to gif lots of stuff from the show, and want a big chunk or a full season it’s definitely worth hunting for a mega or google drive with full episodes to download because it’s just less hassle! I might come back to this post later and compile a list of all of those, but for now if you type “[remake] no subs google drive” or “[remake] no subs mega” into a google search, you’ll probably find something! the all of skam website has no subs for several remakes, but not all!

If you don’t have enough space on your computer to be keeping full seasons, I know there are methods to get screencaps without having to download (generally for giffing movies and regular tv I think this is a common method), but I’ve never done it so I’ll redirect you to this tutorial that explains it! you should probably just go there for the whole thing tbh it’s much more coherent than this, but I digress.

2. selecting the piece of the video you want to gif

now that you’ve got your episode or clip you’ll want to just open it in photoshop! if you go the screen capping route the way to do that is a bit wonky, so you can keep following the tutorial I linked above and join back in here at coloring if you like!

if the timeline at the bottom doesn’t pop up automatically you can go to window > timeline and turn it on! now you can use the scrubber bar thing to find the moment you want to gif!

The advantage of this over screen capping is you can scrub with more precision. the arrows circled in blue below let you jump only one frame, where in screen capping I'm pretty sure you can only go by ten second or one minute intervals.

I usually drag the scrubber as close as I can to the start of the shot/moment I want to use, fiddle with the arrows circled in blue below to jump forward or back one frame at a time until I'm at the first frame I want. I move the left grey handle to the scrubber and then I hit the play button and let the whole shot/moment play. Pause and repeat the shuffling with the arrows until you’ve landed on the last frame you want to use and move the other grey handle.

the moment you want to use should be between your handles (it’ll look like what I have circled in red), and if you hit play, you should see the thing you want to gif playing on loop above the timeline. the speed will probably be weird, but we’ll deal with that at the end.

now I recommend doing command or control + s to save your gif as a psd (photoshop document). this is a working, editable file which means if photoshop crashes you can open your file right back up and keep working as long as you’re hitting command or control + s at regular intervals as you work. later we’ll go through exporting in gif format that can actually be uploaded to tumblr.

3. cropping

next I crop out any logos or black space at the top and bottom. Just click on the crop tool on the lefthand side of the screen, drag the edges and hit enter when you’re done. you can of course crop out more than just that, but regardless of what you crop out, now is the time to do it.

you can set an aspect ratio for your crop at the top of the screen if you’d like to be positive that all the gifs in your set will be the same:

4. my trusty action: resizing, converting to a smart object, and sharpening with one click

Now is when I use an action I made that does all the resizing, converts to a smart object, and sharpens. I’ll take you through the steps so you can conceptually get what’s going on, but I highly recommend using the actions window to record your process as you follow along so you have this action as well. It easily shaves at least 5-10 minutes off of the whole process, and these steps will be the same every time.

here’s how you make an action: go to window > action and open the action panel. click the plus symbol to start recording a new action:

in the window that pops up, give it a name and hit record:

now just continue with the steps below, and it will save them!

first you flatten frames to clips (I think it says flatten to layers on older versions of photoshop). this is in the menu at the top right corner of your timeline:

next you convert to frame animation by clicking on the symbol in the bottom left, circled in red:

if there is more than one thing in the frame animation, delete the extra one. you don’t need to keep the last one but it won’t let you remove it until there are other frames in there. also go into your layers and delete video group 1 and its contents. don’t ask me why these steps are necessary, I don’t really know, but I’ve noticed it sometimes gets wonky if you don’t do this:

now you want to make frames from layers and delete that first frame that was there before:

then we return to the timeline:

use command + option + a (control + alt + a for pc I'm pretty sure) to select all layers and then right click within your layers window and select convert to smart object. It’s important to convert to smart object after you go back to the timeline, or the gif won’t move:

next I resize. gifs for tumblr should be 540 pixels wide. for recording your action you should just go into image > image size and only change the width to 540 in case you ever have gifs cropped to different aspect ratios. don’t touch the height, let constrain proportions figure it out!

now, here’s what our base gif looks like, no sharpening, no coloring:

now to sharpen. go to filter > sharpen > smart sharpen. this is up to personal preference, but my go to settings are:

this is what we have after sharpening:

now is when you can stop recording your action.

just press the stop button in the action window:

this action is pretty much universal and after I select the moment the gif will be and crop however I want, I use it on every gif I make! so although this initial setup is tedious, now you’ll never have to do these steps again, and the process is magically much quicker.

5. it’s time to jump into coloring!

I typically start with exposure and sometimes some brightness/contrast. with really dark gifs like this, you kind of have to make it worse before you make it better. I did this:

now the gif looks like this:

we have some static and some ugly bits, and this is where selective color comes in to fix it! boost blacks like this:

and now your gif looks like this:

the skin tone is looking a little sickly and weird, so I go into the yellows and reds in my selective color layer to fix it! I also messed with the greens here because I didn't want color in the background (that part is totally optional and just up to your preference):

now we have this:

to really take the color 100% out of the background, I did one more separate selective color layer for cyan (again, I just felt like it but this is optional!):

and now the finished gif:

there’s lots of fun extra things you can add like text and tints and overlays and all that I won’t get into, but feel free to reach out for help on those types of things!

this gif was certainly not the most complicated to color. some ridonkulously dark clips (*cough cough* vendredi 20h27 *cough cough*) take tons and tons more effort than this and a lot of the time you’ll want to use color balance layers and vibrance layers and all of that to mess with your coloring.

with all of this coloring business, I really just learned by doing. I don’t know all the technical purposes of each type of adjustment layer, and I tend to stay away from curves just because I find them confusing and annoying. The bottom line is that you should always experiment and find out whatever coloring works for you and run with it! I’m sure every gif maker you talk to does things at least a little differently!

I highly recommend taking the time to go through all the types of adjustment layers and just move the sliders around to see what they do! That’s honestly one of the best ways to learn and decide what you like!

6. now to export and adjust the delay!

the keyboard shortcut for exporting on mac is command + option + shift + s, control + alt + shift + s for pc, otherwise you can go to file > export > save for web

my settings are here:

the settings only need to be configured once! otherwise just hit save and follow the pop ups to choose where to save and what name you want to give your gif. Since you saved as a psd way back, that will be the name it’s automatically given, but call it whatever you want!

then I adjust my delay by opening the gif I just exported (not the psd, the .gif file) and using one of my delay actions. I’ve made an action for each delay between 0.05 (real time) and 0.08 (really slow mo for certain super short shots, typically for more ~artsy~ sets).

all my action does is select all frames:

adjust the delay (which will differ based on whether you want them slowed down and by how much):

for reference, this is a 0.05 delay:

and this is a 0.08 delay

now you just export the same way you did before!

remember if you’re recording this as an action, you don’t want to touch the file name, just say yes when it asks if you want to replace the file. if you always save your gifs to the same place, your action will now enable you to override any gif with the incorrect delay with the correct one with one click!

7. tldr: the main tips

for downloading 4k video downloader works well for non geoblocked youtube videos, the all of skam website is another place you can look to download with no subs, here’s the screen capping method if you don’t want to download

The main way I combat dark lighting is to bump exposure to the right, gamma correction to the left, and then enhance black in a selective color layer. The amount of these three adjustments will vary gif to gif. I know lots of people use curves, but I find them really confusing for some reason, so this is my method! As my graphics teacher likes to say: there are always at least 3 different ways to reach the same result!

there’s a little bit of additional coloring on this one, but here’s another before and after example so you can get an idea of how those steps get you a better lit result without making the lighter parts super over exposed:

besides those three steps, you have free rein to use the other selective color channels, as well as color balance, vibrance, hue/saturation, etc. to restore color that was lost or to change the colors altogether! mess around with it and have fun experimenting!

7a. bonus coloring tip:

sometimes you can make use of selective color to completely alter an isolated color in your gif. You can get very adventurous with this, but here's a simple example of changing blue tones to teal (I got away with these gifs being longer because they were in rows of two in the set I posted them in. I'm too lazy to trim frames so I can put them here at 540 px without going over the 10mb limit so just ignore the quality ok):

7b. actions, actions, actions!

if you find yourself doing a certain thing over and over, always record it as an action. the amount of time they will save you is honestly really impressive.

You can duplicate actions, so, for example, if you have different sharpening preferences for different shows or scenes, you can duplicate your gif process action and go into the steps, double click smart sharpen, and alter it however you want!

This could also be good to do for the different widths for tumblr if you ever do sets with rows of two or three! Duplicate actions is also how I made my actions that set delay at 0.05, 0.06, 0.07, and 0.08!

when in doubt, always make an action! it’s worth minimizing the tedious bits of the process as much as possible so you can focus on the fun part of seeing your awesome gifs come to life! any little task you find yourself doing often, make an action!

and for now that’s all I have. if any of this made no sense, if you want to suggest a correction or addition I could make, if you’re ever curious how I did something on any gifs I post, or if you have any other sort of questions, feel free to send me an ask or a dm! if I can’t answer your questions I’ll be happy to try to direct you to someone who can or a tutorial to help! again, I'm no expert, not even close, but I hope at least one person will find one thing in this mess that helps.

#this got . so long omg #mystuff #mytutorial #gif tutorial #tutorial #resources #fellow gif making peeps feel free to correct me or give input on how to improve or add to this tutorial!

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eusaint · 3 years

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𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆: saint kothari.

hi friends ! i was supposed to post this yesterday, but as per usual, i’m off schedule by a whole ass day. my name’s fox, i’m currently twenty-three years old in the brt timezone. my pronouns are she/they, but i’m really not picky at all about it. i haven’t joined a new group in a good few months ? everyone seems so nice, though, i can’t wait to plot with all of you ! this is my mess trashcan baby saint, if you want to plot with him feel free to like or or message me ! if you’d rather chat on discord, feel free to hit me up at oscar isaac pipe me tnx#9349

⟨ AVAN JOGIA. CIS MALE. HE/HIM. ⟩ though the mist might prevent some from seeing it, SAINT KOTHARI is actually a descendent of H E C A T E. it’s still a question of whether or not the TWENTY-FOUR year old ASTROPHYSICS MAJOR from CHICAGO, USA has taken after their godly parent completely, but the demigod is still known to be quite INTELLIGENT & MANIPULATIVE.

𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄.

born into a moderately wealthy, hard-working family, saint never felt like he truly belonged. he didn’t belong in the predominantly white school he attended, he didn’t belong with the old money neighbors of their suburb, he didn’t even feel like he belonged with his family-- between his absent father and his snobby stepmother, saint grew up believing there was no place on earth for him.

from a young age, saint presented signs of mystiokinesis; more specifically prophecies— it has always been the small things, such as being able to tell when a car crash was about to happen, or even when someone was getting sick. his father called it intuition, but his stepmother always shushed him when he had a premonition, no matter how small. as saint grew older, his premonitions became slightly more sharp, and nowadays he’s able to predict more accurate things; if you should avoid the left side of the sidewalk that week, if it’s going to rain that day, and at least half of the lottery numbers. he also has presented a mild touch for necromancy, being able to receive and pass along messages from the dead; it works almost as a game of telephone, however, and the young man is hardly ever able to hear the correct sentence.

at the age of fifteen, saint left home. after a particularly bad fight with his stepmother, saint packed a small bag and ran away. he spent the next couple of months couch hopping, sleeping in bus stations and doing small jobs in exchange for food; it was during that last venture where he met eric saryan, a local mobster that needed someone quiet and discreet to make drug runs for him.

saint spent the next five years of his life working for eric. the money wasn’t great, but it was stable enough for him to be able to maintain himself. on his down time, saint worked as a psychic. he would do consultations on his living room, and read tarot cards over the phone; his mystiokinesis has never been strong enough for perfect predictions, but he’s always been smart and good at reading people, which also meant saint is a great liar. he’d bullshit his clients a lot, and getting something extremely specific right every so often meant that a lot of them kept coming back.

at the age of twenty, saint was arrested for possession of a small amount of cocaine. the mob abandoned him on sight, and he had no choice but to call his father for bail; it was a lot of money, and the man was willing to shell it out as long as saint made a promise of coming back home and getting his life together; he was forced to spend six months in a rehabilitation facility, and once that was done, he needed to either find a job, or go back to school.

incredibly intelligent, saint always had a love for physics. after trying a few odd jobs and getting fired from them all, he decided to finally go back to college for astrophysics; eonia university was his father’s choice, thinking that if saint was far away enough from the gang, then he wouldn’t feel compelled to get back into it.

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 / 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄.

saint is a mess. despite being an adult who’s lived by himself for the past ten years, the man can barely keep himself alive. he doesn’t put much effort into classes, not that interested in getting a diploma, spending most of his time drinking and partying on campus.

incredibly chaotic, he doesn’t hold back on any of his whims. if saint wants something, no matter how hard or ludicrous, he’ll immediately go after it. prone to criminal activity, saint loves the forbidden, from skipping class to vandalism, if something sketchy is going on, you can bet saint is involved somehow.

an adrenaline junkie, saint will put himself and the ones around him in harm’s way for a fix. his most recent addiction is street racing; considering how bad of a driver he is, it’s surprising he hasn’t gotten seriously injured yet.

raging bisexual with major daddy issues.... but aren’t we all ?

he’s 5′11″, with long-ish hair and a short beard. saint wears very colorful clothing, mostly patterned button downs, and he has a large collection of sunglasses. he has way too many shitty tattoos, including the name of two exes, and a ring on his septum.

𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.

a BEST FRIEND / saint and this person met during their first year, and they instantly clicked. they know each other better than anyone else, and you’ll never see one without the other.

a RIVAL / another party person, they have a rivalry where they are constantly trying to out-do each other during parties and outings; if one of them chugs a bottle of beer, the other will chug two etc. they are definitely very messy and bad for each other.

a GOOD INFLUENCE / someone that sees saint for who he is, the soft layers underneath the bad boy persona, and often tries to bring that out of him.

a SIBLING-LIKE RELATIONSHIP / they are each other’s cornerstone, bickering constantly but still dying for one another; saint often tells them he would rather have them as family than his own half-siblings.

a HATE SHIP / they hate each other, but still can’t get enough of each other; they fight constantly, and those altercations always end up in a bed, or angry sex in the local bar’s bathroom, or frenetic make out sessions at the library.

a FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS / they like to get on, but they also enjoy each other’s company outside of the bedroom; be it in a study group, or just hanging out on a friday night, saint always says the sex is just the cherry on top of their no-strings-attached relationship.

a ONE NIGHT STAND / for some reason, their little affair didn’t work out. maybe they even tried to go on a date after their night together but the chemistry just wasn’t there; maybe it’s super awkward, maybe they became really good friends afterwards.

FRIENDS OF ALL KINDS / literally all of the friendship ideas.

#i'm so rusty!!!!!#euintro

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honeyhellsbells · 4 years

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First dates with RFA +Minor Trio

Unfortunately the ask went missing with the original draft but thank you again for the request!!

Oof this turned out quite a bit longer than I had planned hehe

I just went ahead and added Jaehee as well :)

Jumin Han:

This man is suave and competent, and he has a plan for most situations...this is not one of them

„What do you mean a trip to Europe isn't a good idea?“

Of course if you had been friends with him for a longer time, you could've guessed that he was about to overplan and/or spend way too much money on your first date. After all, you are very important to him and he only wants the best for you

And while he likes control, after all, most of his life had been planned out for him from birth, he is more than willing to allow you to take the lead for now

Commoner life is fascinating to him and while he still won't leave the house without his entourage of bodyguards or his precious Driver Kim, he will let you lead him to parts of the city he had never seen before, even though he had lived here for so long

He is like a child in a candystore when he first sees the many booths and food stalls that line the busy shopping district and you can feel him stop himself from tugging you along to look at everything since he insisted on holding your hand

Buy him a cheap bracelet or a silly keychain and he will treasure it like it's worth millions, because for him it really is

An ideal first date would end in a small restaurant of your choice, with the both of you sharing the meals you had chosen before you made your way back

He insisted on bringing you home, either walking you there if you lived nearby or having Driver Kim drive you there

Of course he would still escort you to the front door, waiting for you to gather your keys and open the door before grabbing your hands once more

Even though he didn't like to admit it, he was more than touch starved and wanted nothing more than to kiss you right then and there until the both of you saw stars or join you in your home to cuddle until morning, but he instead opted for a gentle kiss to the backs of your hands before cradling your chin to press his lips against your forehead

Be prepared for the most lavish and luxurious dinner the next time you two meet for a date again

Zen/Hyun Ryu:

King of casual dates, but somehow getting drinks in the nearest bar seemed just not enough for you

And while he never really has problems with social interactions, he has fallen so hard for you that he is terrified of doing something wrong

He spends days thinking about outfits, if he should get you a gift and what kind of gift, where the two of you should go, planning for all kinds of wheather until he has the perfect plan figured out

He has picked a day that promised sunshine without any clouds for a walk in the park close to his apartment, the one with the hidden bench close to the water where you could sometimes feed the ducks, swans and fish with the feed you could buy nearby

And while it would be sunny outside, the days were still a little chilly, the temperature where you were too warm if you brought a jacket and freezing if you didn't take one, giving him more than enough reason to put an arm around you or lay his trust leather jacket on your shoulder to shield you from the cold

Then you would go to the café where they sold those cute cupcakes he had once told you about, he had even booked a table for the two of you to make sure nothing could go wrong

And if the evening was still young maybe you would want to get something to drink after all? Or maybe watch a movie at his apartment? The stars were also quite beautiful this time of the year and the roof was the perfect place to watch the constellations and make up stories for those he didn't recognize

And as the date came closer and closer he realized he had missed one tiny detail

In all of his planning he had totally forgotten to actually ask you out!

But luckily for him, you accepted of course, even though you were doubled over from laughter with tears in your eyes as he admitted his mistake

Jaehee Kang:

Obviously it's gonna be a coffee date

But not in the way you would think

Being the owner of her own café, coming up with new ideas to keep regulars and bring in new costumers often kept her up until late in the night

Luckily for her, you were more than willing to do some brainstorming and help her out in her time of need

With your hot drink of choice in your hands you went through notebook after notebook, noting down whatever came to mind until you had a formidable list of drinks and treats you wanted to try

And for the actual date you meet in the kitchen of her café that she closed for the day, baking and brewing your hearts out

While it is indeed hard work to produce product after product, often more than once to perfect them, there is never once a dull moment between the two of you, covered in a fine layer of flour, dapping icing on each other and laughing when one of you couldn't wait for the cookies to cool down before chowing down

And even if the two of you are hardly hungry after all the sugary and savory treats, Jaehee insists on cooking something small for you once you cleaned up your mess in the café and got back to her apartment

After a quick dinner and a change of clothing that you luckily brought along you relaxed a little with yet another DVD of Zen's latest musical only to fall asleep on the couch together ten minutes later

Jaehee hasn't slept that well in quite a few years

Yoosung Kim:

Couldn't choose between a study date (his grades were getting a little concerning), a coffee date or a movie so the two of you decided to combine all three of them

After all while he only wanted to spend his time listening to you talking about your life and being able to talk his worries off his chest, failing his classes was one of the biggest concerns

But after just maybe an hour or two his intelligence really began to shine, after all he used to be a straight A student for most of his school years and the only thing that had changed was his motivation

And seeing you so ecstatic when he managed to solve most of the questions without any help was more than enough to make him pull himself together

After all, if he studied by himself he would also have more time to dedicate to you and your blooming relationship

After your cups are empty and the bill is paid the two of you take a stroll through the city towards the cinema

Poor baby wants to hold your hand so badly but what if you don't want to? What if his palms are sweaty?

Just take his hand and he'll turn as red as a tomato but he'll also start beaming brighter than the sun

Chances are that whatever movie you both choose, he will either cry because it's a horror movie and he's scared, or because it's a movie with animals (which he loves soooo much), or because it's something sad

Luckily that means that he won't be in any position to make fun of you if you fare not much better or even worse than him, but at least it gives the both of you an excuse to get some comfort cuddles

Will also insist on escorting you home even if he has to take the train back

Even just a goodbye kiss on the cheek will make his soul ascend to heaven, if you ask him for a kiss on the lips he might just faint from happiness

V/Jihyun Kim:

A nature lover at heart, he would be delighted if you accompanied him to a picnic

He knows all the best places, where the shade and sun just hit perfectly, where the flowers are the brightest and most fragrant and where the view just takes your breath away

After restoring his sight and getting used to driving again, he would pick you up from your home in his fancy car, the loaded picnic basket in the trunk

It might take quite a bit of time to get to where he wanted to take you but it would absolutely worth it

You arrive at a small hill, speckled with colourful wildflowers that douse the air with a faint scent, pleasant but not too overwhelming to ruin your appetite

He insists on holding your hand and carrying the basket, after all he couldn't risk having you fall on your short trek up the hill

To be honest he was just really nervous and that small comfort of your hand in his calmed his heart just enough

Just like he promised, the view is worth the long wait to get there

You had left early in the day and arrived just as the sun was at it's highest, making the lake at the other side of the hill glitter spectacularly

He spread out the blanket under the large willow at the top of the hill that gave enough shade for a few hours

And while he had decided to put his photography on hold in favour of paints and canvases, he couldn't help himself to take a picture of you illuminated by the sun with your back to him while admiring the lake in front of you

You found the picture weeks later still saved as his lockscreen

He really outdid himself beyond compare, the food he had prepared must have taken hours!

You shared stories and jokes until early evening, watching the sun set behind the mountains in the distance, cuddled up against the rough bark of the tree, keeping each other warm with the blanket now wrapped around the two of you

While still a reserved person, he is very liberal when it comes to affection and will not hesitate to press kisses to your cheek, your temple and your hair as you sit together, only to end up carrying you back to the car as you fell asleep in his arms (for looking so lanky, photographing in the nature has made him stronger than one would imagine)

He's as gentle as he could be when you arrive at your place and he also insists on escorting you inside, after all you could still be a little drowsy from sleeping and he has to make sure you're alright

It has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that he is hoping for some more kisses and cuddles

Saeyoung Choi/Luciel/707:

Paranoid boy part 1

Yes he is a former secret agent gone rogue and might be on several hitlists but does that keep him from giving you the first date you deserve?

Nope

After a life of secrecy, violence and surpressing his wishes and wants he is finally free to do what he wants and he absolutely will

This child loves love and he loves fun and since he has you by his side, his 606 to his 707, his saviour and partner in crime, fun and love are almost everything he experiences all day long

He could spend hours just watching you snore away on his couch or cursing the heavens when he hacked your laptop to mess with you but he has never really thought much about what he wanted to do for a first public date

Cue Vanderwood, ever the grumpy but protective older brother he never thought he wanted (after all Saeran and you were all he needed), mumbling something about about monkeys and the circus, most likely a comment about the current state of the bunker, still as chaotic as usual, but now with two more troublemakers occupying the premises

Only the word circus stuck though and soon he's scrolling the web for a perfect opportunity to take you out for the first time

And not long after he barges into your room, his eyes sparkling and his grin bigger than you had seen it in a while as he announced that he would be taking you to the carnival a few cities over

While he made a half-hearted attempt to invite his brother and former colleague, both of them declined for different reasons

And so you both jumped in his car and zoomed away, yelling along to the awful pop songs until the fair came into view

And while this was meant as your first date, Saeyoung is a slippery boy who has never been to anything like this before and if you don't pay attention he can and will vanish in just a second, even with his vibrant red hair

But as fast as he disappears, he will appear again, never once missing the chance to scare you half to death before offering you whatever treat he had managed to get his hands on now with an apologetic kiss on your forehead

He's not really sorry though, messing with you is just too fun

For the rest of the date you opt to either lace your fingers with his or hold onto his hoodie

He will still tug you around the venue but seeing the childlike wonder on his face for the simplest things, like the booth where you can fish plastic ducklings for prices or the vast amounts of candies and treats you can buy is more than worth the annoyance of being turned around every few seconds before having to jog to keep up with his brisk pace

If they have a petting zoo, good luck getting him out of there any time soon, he really loves animals even though he doesn't always know how to treat them, so if you aren't scared of the little goats, bunnies, sheep and dogs that roam the enclosure, sit him down and show him how to safely hold, pet and feed the little ones and he might just cry

Once you make your way back, the back of the car full of cheap trinkets and plush toys he won by absolutely obliterating the targets at the shooting range, he won't stop talking about what the both of you had experienced, even though he was aware that you were there with him

Vanderwood and Saeran will most likely complain about the two of you smelling like goat though

Saeran:

Paranoid boy part 2

Even though he had come a long way from his time at Mint Eye, too many people around him still made him uncomfortable, sometimes to the point of a panic attack if he pushed himself too far

Still he had allowed you to burrow your way into his heart and he was unwilling to just let you go like that

And if maintaining that relationship meant that he had to take you outside every once in a while, he tried his best to make sure you were happy

You reassured him a lot though, that while dates were nice, making sure that he was okay was even more important

But this was something he had set his mind to and if you had learned something from the short time you had spent together, while he was not dominant in an abusive way, giving him the control for firsts like this one set his mind at ease

He had spent his entire life being belittled and controlled so being able to decide on a first date meant the world to him

He wasn't a recluse by any means, after his therapy had started to take effect over his life he often spent many hours in parks looking at the flowers, sometimes getting some ice cream, or researching all the things he had missed out on in the library so he had a few leads he could work with

At first you wouldn't really realize he's taking you out on a date, he just came to your room and asked if you wanted to get some ice cream and there you were, both of you with a cone of your favorite flavors with your fingers laced together before he had shoved your hands into the pocket of his jacket

It's the late afternoon in the park near the parlour and you made your way up the hill to the border of the park where you could overlook the entire venue, including the stage in the middle where a few people had already gathered to listen to the music that was soon to begin

It was at that moment that it dawned on you that this outing wasn't just a spontaneous whim of his, he had actually planned this!

The both of you spent the rest of the evening and night cuddled together, watching and listening to the party down the hill far away from all the commotion, just enjoying each others company

Vanderwood:

Paranoid boy part 3

Honestly, has this man ever been outside without any kind of mission and threat looming over his head?

To him going outside where his enemies might be waiting just around the corner was far too stressful to consider making a date out of it

He won't deny you the pleasure of spending some time one on one though, after all being with him also meant sharing your living space with the disaster twins

He does have his own place, but after everything you have been through together it just seemed the safest to stay close just in case a quick getaway was necessary

Just surprise him with a few recipies you have picked out for you to try, a movie or two, a good bottle of wine (or any other beverage of your choice) and a nice smelling bath bomb and he is sold

He only knows how to take care of himself to keep his motor running and look presentable, but actually winding down and pampering himself is unknown territory

While his apartment is rather small, with just basic furniture and no decorations, just being there with you makes the entire place seem so much more domestic

The cold atmosphere was the main reason why he rarely spent time here, mainly just to sleep of the pain from a hardly successful mission or when he was just that close to punching out Saeyoung again for getting on his nerves

But the smell of your cooking and the glow of the few candles you had lit in the living room/bedroom made it feel half so bad that the both of you had to set down the food on the floor and sit on pillows he had taken from the bunker some time ago so he wouldn't have to buy his own

Being the responsible adults you were, the both of you just piled the dirty dishes in the sink and immediately went to enjoy the bath you had promised him, covering you both in a layer of pink glitter from the bathbomb, but for now he was to content to care

He promised himself to make sure he would try to make just as much of an effort for the next date, if not even more so as you settled down on the mattress in the other corner of his bedroom, maybe a little more fun and domesticity was just what he needed

#asks #imagine #scenario #mystic messenger #mysme #jumin han #jaehee kang #yoosung kim #jihyun kim #v #saeyoung choi #luciel choi #707 #saeran choi #unknown #vanderwood

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thebrotherswholoved · 5 years

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dreaming a festive little dream

summary: You always look back on the bad times when you're standing in front of everything you've always wanted. Perhaps Santa brought him that astronomy book he wanted as a kid, or maybe his gift already arrived and he'll be reminded of how lucky he truly is.

content: dadchesters, parent!wincest, family bonding, only fluff/a bit of saddening nostalgia I guess, kiddos causing trouble, domestic bants

read on Ao3

Sam would be lying if he said he'd always adored Christmas.

For the longest time, it was the complete opposite. He abhorred the holiday and those stupid ornaments, tacky trees, and annoying carolers that would come to the motel door every year without fail, even though they never spent any two Christmases in the same place. Class parties were upsetting and made seven-year-old Sam run to the bathroom with tears rolling down his pudgy little cheeks at the sight of all the parents surprising their children at school. The teachers would forget about him and continue pouring green and red Kool Aid into cheap Dixie cups while he plucked at the strings of his short-sleeve, too-thin-for-winter shirt in a dingy restroom to make the tears stop. In fact, the only reason he'd return to class at all is because those candy apples, mince pies, and dollar store chocolates would make up the only meal he'd had in two days. Dean would try to feed him at the room after school but he'd say that he had lunch there so his older brother would feed himself at last in lieu of sacrificing yet another meal for his chubby little sibling.

Sam would ignore the rumbling in his stomach when he woke up on Christmas Day to find stolen presents under the dining table and an air freshener tree taped to the side before rushing to hug and kiss Dean's eleven-year-old cheeks and watching as he tried to hide his frost-nipped fingers from view, which happened without a doubt the night prior when he stole gifts from the neighbors. He wasn't as oblivious as Dean had hoped, after all.

John would call them for four and a half minutes tops and tell them to clean the guns and pack their things to leave in a few hours when he'd return, but not after a trip to a dive bar decked out with tinsel and Nat King Cole playing on the radio, which would be the only thing to remind him that he missed another Christmas with his sons—not that he cared. The blood of some ghoul or monster would stain his hands when he handed over a twenty dollar bill to pay off his tab, which is twice as much money that he gave to his boys for a few days. He beat the monster and to him, that's all that mattered.

Twenty-eight-year-old Sam Winchester wakes up with a start from his nightmare and shudders at the lingering feeling of cold numbness in his nose from the blizzard his mind had flung him into for the night. He sits up and expects the familiar chilly air and lack of insulation in another podunk motel room and to feel the abrasiveness of scratchy ninety-nine cent sheets on a Dateline oh-god-I-hope-that's-paint mattress, but finds nothing of the sort. Thirty dollar flannel sheets layer over him and shield him from the thermostat-regulated seventy-six degree room, which is painted a nice grey instead of the peeling wallpaper he saw in his dream.

The clock on his bedside table reads just before ten o'clock, a time which is verified by the gentle sweeping of sunshine bleeding into the room through the curtains. The room is splashed a golden yellow by the rays of light and this bright intrusion prompts him to stand up onto his feet and begin walking through his house. His dream created a film inside his mind and he feels foreign in this beautiful home—no empty beer bottles or pizza boxes, no flickering lights or broken taps, no neighbors going at it like animals in heat or pipes squeaking under the pressure of water coursing through their copper interiors. The chair rail is painted white and matches the molding strips; there are pictures framed on the walls of children—their children—taken professionally for birthdays and Christmases and anniversaries; and there’s a clanging sound coming from what’s presumably the kitchen given the open layout, followed by a gruff voice laughing and shushing the source of the sound.

Sam looks down at what he’s wearing and it all starts coming back to him: his red and white striped pyjamas were pointed out to him as a joke by Dean in a Pottery Barn catalogue but were bought anyway, the smell of pine needles and spice are coming from the tree in the corner of the living room, and the noises are indeed resonating from the kitchen. Something is dropped onto the floor with a bang which makes him jump, and he concludes that it’s not just him who’s startled by the sound of the shrill screech and gruff ejaculation that follows.

“Son of a—a gun!” Dean places a hand on his chest and catches his breath after the scare. He then looks at his and Sam’s children with an incredulous glare. “Which of you little monsters just took twenty years off my life?”

Sam leans against the entryway wall and watches as their oldest, Caden, smiles with maniacal eyes and raises his hand, making his Dad roll his eyes.

“Of course!” He swings the four-year-old into his arms as they both laugh, Caden letting out helpless giggles as Dean tickles him. “You are a little rascal.”

His eyes then shift to his and Dean’s youngest child, Paisley, who shrieks and claps her hands when she sees him, climbing out of her chair and waddling with bowed little legs over to him. She calls for “Daddy” and he meets her in the middle of the room where he scoops her up in his arms and sees her bright green eyes light up with glee when he pokes her chubby middle. Paisley’s tiny hands grasp at Sam’s hair which prompts him to push it back behind his ears and kiss his daughter’s tiny freckled nose. Whenever he has the chance to get a good look at Caden’s and Paisley’s features, it hits him for the umpteenth time how much they resemble their fathers.

Dean frowns when he sees his husband with their daughter, but not for the reason one may think. Caden pats his Dad’s cheeks with hands coated in powdered sugar and hoists himself onto his back to piggyback ride him and he pouts.

“You’re supposed to be asleep, Sasquatch.”

Sam hums when Paisley starts to bite at her little chewy bracelet they have her wear for oral stimulation, per suggestion of her pediatrician. “You guys aren’t exactly quiet, are you?”

Caden shakes his head and lets wavy hazelnut hair fall into his eyes. “Dada’s letting us cook.”

“We decided to make you breakfast before opening what Santa brought last night,” Dean explains and rubs his neck when their son drops down off his back.

He claims it’s because he has “cervical spine issues” that just decided to surface at age thirty-two but he gets just as flustered and nervous around Sam as he did as a teen and as a young adult when they first started “dating.” Admitting that to his husband, however, would be like admitting to murder—murder of his masculinity, that is, which is already fragile since the season of PETA adverts began. Sam still curls the longer pieces of his hair around his fingers whenever he finds himself more vulnerable than usual to Dean’s cuteness and susceptible to seduction after the kids are in bed. Nothing’s changed since their first date—with the exception of a house, marriage certificate, and two kids, of course.

“Aw,” Sam puts Paisley down on the floor and she runs as fast as her stubby, bowed legs will carry her to whatever her brother is doing in front of the TV. “I am loved after all.”

Dean lets out a huff and snakes his arms around his husband’s waist. “We have suspiciously fluffy pancakes, some extra crispy toast, scrambled eggs with a bit too much milk, and some actually decent hot cocoa.”

“I’ll take whatever’s edible, “ he knocks their foreheads together, “if you give me a kiss.”

“Ugh, I guess I can comply,” Dean rolls his eyes and leans in to kiss the love of his life, sleepy eyes fluttering shut in the safety of each other’s arms and in the security of the life they’ve built together.

Sam pulls back with some blue frosting on his nose and gives his brother a questioning eyebrow raise. He exhales with a soft laugh in reply. “We also baked cookies. Blue trees and green snowflakes like Pais wanted.”

“You’re such a great dad, De,” he rubs the other man’s shoulders with a grin. “I love you.”

“I know. You got lucky, Sammy,” Dean kisses him again. When they part, he whispers against his lips and runs his pointer finger over his chin. “Now the kids might actually kill us if we don’t let them open their presents, so can you go distract them while I get breakfast ready?”

Sam can’t help but laugh at his comment yet nods nonetheless. “I’ll keep you safe from our four and one year old children, I promise.”

“You’d better!” He calls over his shoulder as he walks back into the kitchen to clean up the mess and plate the viable food. “Merry Christmas, baby.”

“Yeah, Merry Christmas, Jerk,” Sam shouts, walking to the family room to watch the Scooby Doo Christmas special with a kid under each arm, all four of them wearing those hideous matching pyjamas.

After all, he’s got the best gift ever already. That said, he still wants those matching flasks they saw at the store to take to the more boring little league games. Oh shit, he’s not supposed to mention that.

Merry Christmas from the Winchester family—the most dysfunctional clan on earth.

#wincest #sam x dean #sam/dean #fanfic #parent!wincest #domestic boys #family matters #otp: and they were soulmates #merry christmas #happy holidays #i hope you like your gift #im not a lazy oaf see #my fanfiction #read on ao3

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fmdtaeyongarchive · 4 years

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↬ a few empty glasses, a few dozen messages.

date: august 2020 / september 2020 / october 2020.

word count: 1,936 words.

summary: part one of ash only finishes writing his album in time because he fights with youngjoo which is… you know… great for that ‘self-inflicted suffering for the sake of #art’ habit of his. the #LetAshSayFuck squad wins tho.

triggers: alcohol, marijuana.

notes: creative claims verification. mentions of youngjoo near the end.

august 2020.

he starts the song as a concept instead of a story, and that would only make sense to ash looking back on it, when everything is clearer and not muddied by the mess of fiction and truth it eventually becomes.

it isn’t the type of song that would normally come to his mind on its own in a mostly stable state, and that’s the beauty of his slow journey of teaching himself to bring to life stories that aren’t so personally his own. it’s initial creation lies almost purely in lyrical and musical context for the album and the overall storyline that was being adhered to, but, to ash, there’s still an element of authenticity in it even from the beginning that keeps it from completely sticking out like a sore thumb in the final track list.

not every word and note of the song is a direct reflection of what he’s been through in his own life, written in a moment of intense emotion, raw and real and based entirely on feelings he writes about as he experiences them like so many of his songs have been, but that’s part of the pride he feels when it’s finally completed. the song is still influenced by ash’s own life in the grungy, dirty, regretful ways his music so often is, while being a song primarily created for the album instead of pure emotional self-indulgence in every single note and lyric. he’d long been able to identify his inability to depersonalize from his music as one of his downfalls as a songwriter, but working to get better at that could only help him write more diverse music in the future. there’s no better way to improve at something than to practice it, he figures at the start of the journey the song takes him on.

the instrumental itself isn’t so unusual. most of it is crafted in the dim light of the studio one night. it’s mainly built upon a few bars of piano that had come to him in the midst of brainstorming. it’s haunting in a certain way, the way the melody repeats so much throughout and the clinks of the keys contrasts with the more typical trap elements he layers on top of it.

ash isn’t so sure he likes the differing sounds at first. it gets even more questionable over time, but once he’s come around to a more final arrangement of layers, it has settled into itself in a kind of not-quite-dissonant harmony, slowly building up to a switch in tone from mellow drag to something heady and almost other-worldly with a released emotion behind it.

it isn’t entirely intuitive in its composition like ash usually goes with, and as he begins to piece together the structure, ash has his doubts about that, too. there’s a voice in the back of his head insisting he scale it back to something safer, but ash argues back with the cowardly voice that he isn’t married to the song yet, so if his attempt ends in a tragic, flaming trash pile of a song, ash doesn’t have to release it. songs don’t become unsalvage once taking a few turns down the wrong paths, and little good would come from insisting on sticking with his more typical ballads or classic melancholic r&b tracks every time he sits down to write out of a stubborn desire to stick to his comfort zone.

in the end, the song isn’t that out there anyway and the busy-ness becomes a representation of all of the clashing emotions at the beginning, or the end, of the story he’s telling.

september 2020.

in the process of putting the song together, he comes to a better understanding of what the song will be and where it will fit. the path he wants his album to follow has become more clear to him, and at some point in the middle of the process on a late night he can’t even remember now, ash had made his start on the lyrics by making a list of ways a relationship can end on his phone.

anger

relapse

unable to move on / regret

acceptance (/ regret?)

happiness

the song he’s written feels like an ending. not one he wants to be the final note of his whole album, but he’ll worry about that later. this song is meant to be on the more toxic side of the end of a relationship, and he has too many songs in his catalogue already about relapsing back into the past. blame it on his current situation, but that’s been a theme he can’t seem to escape from when he sits down and writes purely based on what’s on the forefront of his mind.

by process of elimination, this one has to be about anger.

it doesn’t take long after making the decision for ash to begin his attempts to get lyrics out onto paper. anger after a break-up is the emotion from the list ash is least familiar with, even less so than acceptance, and no matter how he tries, his turn of phrase keeps lapsing back into something different than what it’s supposed to be. there are elements of anger in relapse and regret and regret hangs heavy in anger, but anger must be the most toxic mix of everything. it’s the refusal to take even a step toward acceptance of the end, refusal to admit shared blame, refusal to even fall back into old routines out of resistance to moving on.

if all of the movies he’d seen and books he’d read are to be believed, anger comes the most often in the aftermath of relationships that had had something poisonous in the cracks from the start. it seeps out until it floods, or that’s how he imagines it. perhaps it could stem from a relationship based heavily on unfettered passion and sheer physical attraction, leading to the neglect of the more emotionally important aspects of a relationship. ash hasn’t been in a lot of relationships himself exactly like what he’s aiming to write, and despite the temptation to take blame off of himself to make the end of any relationship easier, he’s also never been the type able to place fault on his exes when it’s so easy to see the mistakes he himself has made. after all, he’s cursedly prone to his own constant brand of fatal mistakes in love.

iin a way, mistakes are more sure in his relationships than love itself.

trapped in an inability to get out of his own head and his own more frequent cycles of relapse and regret, regret and relapse, ash turns to film and music first, but when that isn’t enough, he tries for something more candid.

the next time he goes into their brand new shared workspace, he asks kyung and erin and kiha about their histories with break-ups in hopes they’ll be able to spark something for him. kyung dances around the question and tells ash he should try dating someone hot who pisses him off if he wants inspiration so badly. ash doesn’t know why he’d expected anything different, but pushing will be pointless, so he leaves kyung alone. erin isn’t much help either. she and ash are too similar, and their conversation ends in the pair commiserating over their shared tendency to wallow in regret once a relationship comes to an end, although he can tell her experience with toxicity is even less than his.

kiha is ash’s best bet, and ash knows that, so he isn’t sure why he goes to him last. ash takes notes in his head as they speak in a low-lit studio. if it hadn’t felt rude, ash would have pulled out paper or his phone to take real notes, but kiha’s occasional lack of human decency isn’t going to bring down ash to the level of treating the man’s past relationship troubles like a spectacle.

he leaves the night he spends with kiha with more lyric ideas than he’d had yet. he pins the feelings of post-break up anger down that kiha had described to him to underlying shades of jealousy and resentment.

how about that bastard? are you satisfied?

he can’t let it be all resentment, though. he’s more and more convinced he wants it to be the first song of the album in an almost oxymoronical sense, and hitting the listener immediately with rage would turn them away before they could get the whole message of the album. in some ways, the song had to foreshadow the stages the rest of the album passed through, from pain to bitter, toxic longing to emptiness to a more gentle regret.

to soften the first blow and crank up effect the mid-song punch, ash crafts a narrative.

a man in a room alone. pounding at his door. he can’t tell whether he’s committed a crime against an ex-lover or himself, but he’s slowly fading out into a shell.

the samples come before most of the lyrics do and he’s inspired to take a throughline into the album’s other songs, but he only has a intro, a bridge, and an ending by the time the track becomes yet another abandoned file in his folders.

october 2020.

he’s eight or ten shots of whiskey down paired with a few edibles, back aching in the corner of a dark room when he opens the file again and every second of it stabs into him like poison needles.

he now knows anger is a form of acceptance of reality.

a few empty glasses a few dozen messages my vision is too blurred

or maybe it’s not even close to acceptance if the way his chest tightens with that dirty, dirty thing called hope when he sees his phone light up on the couch too far away for him to reach or read the screen means anything

it’s not youngjoo. he knows that, and yet he mentally restrains himself to keep from crossing the room to check his phone so he doesn't have to have the truth confirmed.

for a short moment, he convinces himself that it’s her and he’s proving something to himself by not answering it.

yet someone keeps on callin' oh it's my fuckin' (shit) my fuckin 'ex

he drifts to a vision of what would happen if he picked up the phone and she was on the other end.

the line blurs between his imagination and his memories of the past. they cross each other and mix into one, violent shades of red with soul-sucking shades of bruising blue and purple.

“everything is a little give and take, isn’t it? and this is mine, to you. say that we no longer mean anything right to my face and i’ll leave.”

her words curve and morph and transcend the folds of his mind where they’d been implanted. is that what she’d still want, if she called him right now? could he give her those words now? would it make the break cleaner if he could?

would he have it in him to lie?

but actually, i don't care i can't really remember you

would she be happy to hear it? would he care if she was? would she say anything at all or would that be enough to finalize their parting forever?

but beyond the handset, on the phone, why is your voice sounding so unaffected?

it’s not her. he’s playing games with himself now that he can’t blame her.

he could never say those words to her anyway, out of fear of getting indifference in response.

the mix of ups and downs keeps him from stacking emotional weights on his chest for too long, but he listens to the end of the song on loop, treating as a mantra to to convince himself.

cause i'm motherfucking good and i get that money i can tell this feeling motherfucking good i'm motherfucking good right now hella good right now i can tell this feeling motherfucking good right now...

and that’s when it truly hits him for the first time.

he laughs, but it’s not really funny at all.

#fmdverification #&& when you're screaming but they only hear you whisper | self para

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stunudo · 7 years

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Girls Just Wanna

Requested by: Anonymous

Request: “I really want to send a JJ x reader smut but I can't think of a plot line for it it's like my mind has gone blank 😩 “

Featuring: JJ x Female Reader Setting: Season 2

Warnings: SMUT below the cut. Happy Smuturday, y’all. I hope I did okay finding a plot line for you! Btw I used roughly A.J.’s age as J.J.’s age has not been confirmed. xoxo Stu

I do not own the images (wifflegif.com via giphy.com) or characters.

JJ was pretty excited about returning home for her high school reunion. She had tried to keep in touch with everyone since graduation, but after college and the academy it hadn’t been easy. She hoped the soccer team would represent their glory days well, it wouldn’t be the same if their clique was only half there. She spent the day with her mom, catching up and going over old photo albums.

“What ever happened to Michelle, or Y/N even?” Mrs. Jareau asked, flipping through the stacks of photos from yet another box she had saved.

“Um, Michelle went to school in Washington State, but I don’t know after that. Y/N graduated and went to live in New York last I heard, but I have no idea what she is doing with her degree.”

“Is anyone you know married?” JJ’s mom prodded. “I mean, you’re all in your late twenties, there should be weddings and babies by now!”

“I guess I’ll find out tonight, won’t I?” JJ smiled lazily at her mother, this was not a can of worms she was opening.

You arrived at the reception hall at the hotel nervously. You felt confident every other day of your life, but now a cool sliver a doubt snaked through your stomach. What if everyone looked good? What if everyone was uber-successful? What if no one remembered you? Well the last one wasn’t a terrible thing, if no one remembered you, it was a perfect excuse to bounce.

The room was set up like a wedding, actually. Round tables set for dinner, a bar, a dance floor and a D.J. There was just a sign in table with name tags instead of a guest book and table assignments. There were about ten other people milling around. Whomever was manning the table had disappeared, so you filled out your name tag and stuck it awkwardly on your shoulder like an arm band. Who likes putting these things on their boobs?! Plus you didn’t want to mess up the front of your dress.

Now was time for liquid courage, you headed straight to the bar. There was a big burly guy in line first, making comments to his date. “That was Paige at the sign in, she was always super popular, but annoying.” His date/wife just nodded. You wondered who this guy was, but were too polite to butt in, yet. As they got their drinks you tried to catch a view of the front of the guy, but his head was bent taking a sip. He had dark hair and a goatee, harder to place from the acne and peach fuzz covered faces of your memories.

Then you saw her, long hair and bright eyes. JJ had come back to your little corner of Pennsylvania! You were too excited to start to worry again, you practically skipped over to your former teammate. “JJ!”

Her head spun and her face erupted into a shriek! “Y/N! Holy shit, hey girl!” You gathered her in a tight hug. So tonight wasn’t going to be so bad after all. You managed to spill your drink while you squeezed, but you laughed it off.

“I didn’t get any on you?” JJ checked her arms and top, everything was clear. “So, tell me everything!”

Two hours later and many quick and awkward conversations later. You had stuffed yourselves on crab cakes and mini cream puffs. JJ had stuck by your side through the whole surreal night. You were cozy in the warmth of the free champagne. “I can’t believe you are in the FBI! That is so exciting!”

“Yeah, I mean, I feel more like a mouth piece than an agent most days, but my team is amazing.” JJ explained. “They really help people.”

“That is so, I don’t know, noble, I guess?” You tried to explain, “JJ the bad ass still being a bad ass.” She laughed.

Suddenly the D.J. broke into the elevator music of the dinner hour, “Alright East Allegheny High, who is READY to PARRRRRRRR- TAY?!” The deep bass filled the air and the overhead lights dimmed for the dancing to commence. JJ and you shared a glance before bee-lining to the dance floor.

Two hours and four shots later, JJ and you stumbled into your hotel room. You certainly weren’t staying with your parents while you were in town, so you splurged and got the executive suite. It was decent, with the small town charm you recalled.

“Help yourself to the mini-bar, I have to ditch these shoes!” You called to JJ as you dug through your suitcase. Ah-ha! You found your trusty slippers. Suddenly JJ was behind you, her fingers playing with your hair.

“I can’t believe you cut your hair!” JJ exclaimed. “I like it, it was just always SO long, ya know?” You nodded, enjoying the sensations of her hands on you. Slowly they found their way on to your shoulders, her thumbs digging into your muscles. You groaned in appreciation of the pleasureful pain.

“Oooo, lower, hmmmm.” Your eyes slipped closed. Her hands were like magic. Slowly she began unzipping your dress, kneading your bare flesh instead. This was... unexpected. And so nice. You dramatically fell forward onto your face on the generic hotel comforter. JJ laughed, following your descent. She straddled your thighs and leaned into the massage.

“Your ass is amazing, Y/N.” JJ complimented, dragging her strong fingers over the crest of your assets. “But I think it’s time for the dress to come off, don’t you?” You didn’t want to move, the alcohol and the massage had relaxed you into a state of near euphoric dreams.

“I can’t move and I don’t know if I want to, Jayge,” you explained in a slightly whiny voice. You rose up to turn and look at her.

“If you take off the dress, I promise,” JJ held up her hand like an oath. “I promise it will be worth it.” Her blue eyes were teasing. You caved, throwing out your hands to her so she could drag you off of the bed. As soon as the dress was on the floor, her lips were crashing into yours. Okay, you had woken up now. It was going down, for real.

You started undoing her pants while maintaining the full blown make out session. You reached around to grab her tight ass as she started unhooking your bra. Clothes and shoes were kicked away, finally you were back on the bed and JJ was above you. Her soft curves fit perfectly in your hands. She rocked her hips against you and you began to whimper with the friction.

She reached down between you and started lightly petting your dampening lips. You started tugging her nipple as she watched you twitch with her progress. She hissed, leaning in for another sloppy kiss. JJ trailed her luscious mouth down your neck, your breasts, your bare stomach. It was then that you sadly had to release your grip on her tit in order to grant her access to your core.

You pinched it once more, caressing her smooth face as she dove into you. Her mouth delicately lapped up your juices. Your knees were weak and fell apart with ease. You took your own breasts in your palms, adding to the sensations of JJ’s nimble fingers and soft tongue. She scissored two fingers into your core and you bucked back. She laughed deep in her throat, the sound transcended your arousal. She flattened her tongue and licked your entire seam. She pinched your clit with her left hand and you fell apart. You moaned, but words were for lesser beings, this was another level of existence. She hummed into your finish and you rode her fingers until you couldn’t move anymore.

JJ crawled up your body, leaving a trail of messy kisses along the way. You rolled slowly to the side, afraid your pelvis would dislodge your legs from your hip bones. She took your mouth in hers, sealing the moment. You couldn’t keep your hands off of her. Her tiny waist and perfect hips just called to be adored.

“I don’t know if I am going to be able to stand, but I am going to do my best, JJ.” You smirked at her through hooded eyes. “That was amazing.”

“What are girlfriends for?” JJ teased, laughing at the out of date term.

“Yeah, I could have done with a lot more of this and a little less drama in high school.”

“Everyone could have, that’s why so many people were miserable. No one just took the chance. I thought about you a lot then.” Slowly JJ rolled on to her back, her hand holding her mound, rubbing herself. You bite your lip at the beauty of it. “I thought about you, Y/N, when I did this.”

Oh hell no, this girl rubbed off to you in high school?! ‘No points for spectators, Y/L/N get in there!’ your mind screamed. You stood, rummaging in your suitcase for a minute while JJ cooed on the other bed. You found your vibrator. You slipped some lube into your palm and you layered the teal machine. You set it down gently next to her, snaking your hands up her pale thighs.

Your scents clung to the air, deepening each sensation. You leaned over her planting a deep kiss on her mouth, letting her touch herself for a moment longer. Gently your drew her hand away, slowly you kissed and sucked each of her saturated fingers. You brought her hand to her chest, palming her hand to her breast. You walked your right forefingers slowly down her stomach, agonizingly so.

She whined, “I was so nice, Y/N. C’mon!” Finally your stroked her slit, sliding into her readiness. You watched her blue eyes expand as you entered her, your mouth dove onto her exposed nipple. As she began to rock into your hand, you reached over to grab the toy. You turned in to the second setting and began stroking JJ’s little bud.

“So you were nice?” You whispered darkly. “Did you do a good job? Did you earn this?” She didn’t answer she just nodded between the moaning. You slid down, positioning your face to aid in her pleasure. You blew streams of cool air up one thigh and across the other. As you felt her walls constricting, you began to tease her ass with your pinky. She came suddenly, “Fuck! Me! Ughhhhh!” Her voice reached a new tone, a symphony of possibilities.

You removed the vibrator from her clit and kissed her, lavishing those pink creases. Slowly you withdrew your fingers, wiping them as discreetly as possible on the duvet. You reached back to drag JJ’s hips to yours, entangling your legs. Your lips worshiped her, you held her tightly. The next set of orgasms were much more deserved than the first two...

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