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indelibleevidence · 2 years ago

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Broken Wings, chapter 1 (Reller, M-rated)

Author's Note: Also on FanFiction.Net and AO3! Updating on Saturdays, because I made sure to actually finish the fic before I started posting it, to ensure I didn't consign it to WIP hell like my other WIPs. XD

Wow, this is going to be a lot of explaining, but here we go! First off, if you haven't read Strikethrough, Crossroads, and the Damaged Goods summaries for the rest of the fics that I haven't written in between Crossroads and this one, go do that first. There's also a one-shot called Stalling that's set a month or two before this fic, but it's not necessary reading to get what's going on here.

This fic contains suicidal ideation, suicidal distress, and a depiction of Remi at rock bottom. If you're in a bad place, it might be better if you don't read this right now. (And I hope you feel less terrible soon.)

Remi is a lot different from the Remi in Crossroads. She's got pretty much all of her memories from her Jane years back now, and is a little bit softer and less sweary, until she's provoked, and then she reverts to 'fuck you' mode. Much like Jane's 4x15/4x16 self in canon, she's overwhelmed by the weight of her past mistakes, as Remi and as Jane. She's definitely not on the 'yay, law enforcement' train, and is still mostly ACAB in nature, but she knows that at least Kurt and his team are well-intentioned, and their eyes are open to the corruption within the system (mainly because of the first set of tattoos). By this point in my timeline, she also has accepted the fact that she's in love with Kurt, but she'd die before she'd ever admit it to him.

Jane is referred to as a third person throughout this fic, because neither Remi nor Kurt are at the 'Jane and Remi are just two time periods sans memories for one person' stage of acceptance. Also because it's easier for me, as a writer, to differentiate between those different time periods and mindsets by just using the names she was going by at the time. I do think that in another year down the Damaged Goods timeline, both Remi and Kurt will stop referring to Jane as a separate entity, but Remi kind of needs it right now, and though Kurt is further down the line as seeing Jane as a part of Remi, he's still getting there too. So things might seem a little bit disassociative identity disordery, and I apologise to anyone who might stumble upon this who actually lives with DID and hates what I did with this. But Remi is compartmentalising a LOT, though interestingly enough, now she's seeing Jane as the better person, whereas before, she loathed Jane with the fire of a thousand suns. The difference a few memories can make...

This fic is complete, so I'll post updates on Saturdays, I guess. This is my first time actually finishing a multi-chaptered fic before starting to post, but I really didn't want to start posting another WIP that was going to hang around in limbo (I'm sorry, Remember to Forgive and Taken for Granted fans! I will get there, I hope!).

Lastly, I really have to thank nachosandcheeze for her enthusiasm for this AU, and her encouragement for me to keep writing for it. She's not the only one who's been lovely about it (and thank you to everyone who cares about my weird little enemies to lovers universe where Jane never quite made it back to her brain - really, you guys are fantastic!), but she's been pretty consistently poking me with metaphorical sticks, and making Remi gifsets, and squeeing over Reller, etc. - to the point where I showed her the half-scene I had written from a fic several fics away from where I'd left off with Crossroads, just to get it out of my brain. And she loved it so much that I wrote a bit more, and a bit more, until over 16k later, I ended up with this. So thank you again, nachos. You're proof that nagging a fic author for more story does actually work, sometimes! :D

Absently tracing the carving on the stone with her finger, Remi glanced over to the small vial of clear liquid on her nightstand. It sat on top of a small, leatherbound booklet—El Libro de la Eternidad—which she’d smuggled out of Peru, along with the stone brick from Machu Picchu. Maybe she should feel guilty that she’d stolen a couple of pieces of Peruvian history from its citizens, even if one of them was a loose brick, but after all the things she’d done in her short fuck-up of a life, her conscience was way past that. And the brick contained a carved message for her: RB 4 RB, Roman Briggs for Remi Briggs, along with binary code that pointed to Roman’s data caches, and a message that had made tears sting her eyes.

Hey, sis.

I got you something. I never solved this one.

I hope you can. I did my best.

May you outlive this… for both of us.

Your brother, always,

Roman

Even during his bitter feud with Jane—Remi still flinched to think of him ZIPped and claustrophobic in his FBI cell, even though she now remembered Jane’s reasons, and her anguish at her brother’s state—Roman had still been looking for a cure for her. He’d had his own, the one she’d stolen from Dr. Roga and used to cure herself—after all, Roman had died before he’d had the chance to benefit from it. But still, he’d hunted down more Stanton cells, which meant that now, Remi had a cure for ZIP poisoning all lined up.

She had everything she needed. If Roman’s cache intel was right, New York billionaire hypochondriac Ken Lee would trade El Libro de la Eternidad for the Stanton cells. Dr. Roga could synthesise a new cure, if Kurt approached her. And Remi would need that cure, because the ZIP on the nightstand would be going into her body, as soon as she laid the plan out for Kurt.

There was just one more thing left to do.

Setting aside Roman’s carving, she accessed the video recording setting on her phone, and held it up so that her face was visible. She’d made a video for her future self once before, to further Phase One of her grand plan by introducing Jane to Oscar, and verifying his trustworthiness.

And you know how that turned out, her internal critic whispered.

Swallowing hard, Remi made herself focus on the task at hand, ignoring the guilt gnawing on the synapses at the back of her mind. How was she going to start this thing? Saying hello seemed redundant.

“I know you’re suffering right now, and I’m sorry for that. You don’t remember your old life, and that’s intentional. Please, trust me when I say you shouldn’t go hunting for the finer details. I’m sparing you a lifetime of pain and futility by taking the ZIP, even though you might not be able to appreciate that.”

She sounded whiny as hell, but how else could she put it? She had to make future Jane understand that this was for the best.

“The only options, as I see them, are suicide or ZIP. I’ve got enough here that I should be able to wipe out any trace of my old memories. You might get a few flashes, but I hope you don’t. You don’t need to go through this again.”

If you weren’t such a coward, you’d just put a shotgun barrel in your mouth and pull the trigger. Maybe Jane would think she was cowardly. But she wasn’t afraid to die. She just didn’t want Kurt to have to suffer, knowing his wife was dead along with Remi.

“I’m doing this, instead of killing myself, because you have good people around you, people I’ve already hurt enough, and don’t want to hurt any more by making them lose you. You have loyal friends. A husband who loves you very much. Things will be hard for you at first, but you’ll build a life again, like you did before. And this time, you’ll know who did this to you, and why, and you won’t have me telling you to disregard your instincts and undermine the people you care about. I was misled, and betrayed, but I made bad choices, too. I was too stubborn to see it for so long, but the first time we were ZIPped, Jane found happiness, and a new purpose, and even though I still don’t think law enforcement is the shining star of morality… If you’re working with Kurt and his team, you’ll be working towards good things. Hold onto that.”

She took a breath, picking up the ancient Peruvian brick again.

“The one thing I want to tell you about is my—our—brother, Roman. Or Ian. That was his birth name, just like yours was Alice. Ian Kruger. Later, Roman Briggs. He wasn’t perfect, as I’m sure Kurt will tell you. But he was a follower his whole life, not a leader. He followed me, and our adopted mother, because he loved us, and didn’t want to be rejected. Jane hurt him too much, and he turned on her, and on Kurt, but deep down, he was a good man. He just wanted a loving family, to belong somewhere.”

She held the brick up in the camera’s sight. “I want you to keep this. Take care of it. This points to his last message from him to me, on his data caches. To Remi, I mean. Not the old version of Jane.” How did things get so confusing? “I have the actual message saved on my phone, so you should be able to see the message itself there. As for the brick, I took it from Peru, along with something to bargain with for a cure for your ZIP poisoning. Roman was looking for a cure for me, even while he knew I—the old Jane—was working to bring him down. He just wanted his sister back, I guess.”

If she kept this up for much longer, she was going to get too damn emotional, and there was no way she was willing to break down and cry on video. She had to cut this short. “Roman and I went through hell together, and that’s one of the things I don’t want you to remember anything about, so I won’t go into it. But we survived our childhood by relying on each other, and then our teenage years were the same, in a different way. We used to pass a South African rand coin our parents gave us back and forth, giving it to each other as a gift. It wasn’t worth much back then—and it’d buy even less now—but its symbolic value for us was priceless. For Roman, it was a comfort object. Jane buried him with it, so I don’t have it now, but I wanted you to know about it.”

She dug her fingernails into her palm, a technique she’d first used at the orphanage to keep outwardly calm, while a torrent of emotions churned within her. The pain centred her, making the grief easier to bear.

“Things went so wrong, but I never stopped loving Roman, even as Jane. And he never stopped loving me.”

She sighed, knowing she should say more, should give Jane more closure, but knowing she’d never be able to get through it on camera. Maybe she’d write Jane a letter, before Kurt ZIPped her.

“I hope you can build a life again, and find happiness. You sure as hell couldn’t do worse than I did. Please, look forward, not back. There’s nothing here but pain. Good luck.”

She threw down the phone and buried her face in her hands, breathing deeply, striving for the numbness that could get her through the final days of this life. Soon she’d fly to New York, and wipe the slate clean.

The end of my memories can’t come soon enough. I can’t do this anymore.

Three days later…

Kurt stared from the vial and hypodermic needle to his wife, a rapidly growing pit in his stomach. What…is happening here? What the hell, Remi?

“It’s okay,” she said, shrugging as though this was a foregone conclusion, a logical end to everything they’d battled through on their way to this moment. “I’ve made my peace with it. There’s nothing left here for me now. This is Jane’s world, and I don’t belong in it. At least…at least this way, you can get her back. Or as close to it as it’s possible to get.”

“It’s okay?” he finally managed to say, his throat choked with an intense mass of emotions that he couldn’t even begin to analyse right now. “Your identity is what makes you you, Remi. You’ve fought to defend it so damn hard, it nearly drove us apart for good. You’ve spent over a year getting so many of your memories back, and now you want a clean slate again? I know you remember how hard it was for you after Times Square, and after Cape Town.”

She wrapped her arms around herself, still not meeting his eyes. “The first time, you didn’t know who Jane was. Nobody knew. This time, everyone will. And she’ll have you, and your friends. It’s…easier that way. Even though I hated you when I found out what had happened to Sandstorm, at least I had…” She shook her head. “Anyway—Jane will adjust quickly. You can get the woman you married back, as she was.”

The words shook him, in so many different ways. He rubbed a hand over his face, floundering to make sense of everything.

To get his Jane back…it was everything he’d dreamed of for so long. During those ten months that Remi had gone off the radar, he’d been desperate to find a way to bring Jane back to the forefront of her mind. Aside from Bethany and work, it had been all he’d thought about, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t feel a spark of hope for that outcome now.

But it was all wrong. It was a fairytale. Jane had been a product of the situation she’d been in, from the bag in Times Square to not knowing who she was, to thinking she was Taylor Shaw and then discovering she wasn’t, to being tortured by the CIA—and then discovering she used to be Remi Briggs, daughter of the leader of a terrorist organisation. She’d become who she was because of the way things had been back then, the way her new life had unfolded, and there was no way to know how much of that would be replicated in a newly ZIPped Remi.

Remi. God… I… He swallowed hard, something akin to grief seeping into his bones.

“What about you? This is like…like mental suicide for a huge part of you. You really want to kill yourself that badly? Why not shoot yourself in the head? Jump off a building? Overdose on pills?” His voice was harsher than he meant it to come out—demanding, angry.

Terrified. He was goddamn terrified.

Remi flinched at his tone, finally looking into his eyes. “Because you don’t want to live without her. And if I did one of those things, you’d have to face that she’d never come back.”

He rose from the couch abruptly, the twister of conflicted emotions within him too much to handle if he stayed still. Tears filled his eyes as he stalked over to the kitchen, and he rested his palms on the worktop, his back to Remi, as he tried to breathe.

“So you really want to die?” he managed to ask.

“There’s nothing left for me. My mother, my brother, my friends, my cause, my convictions… Everything is gone, Weller. There’s no point in trying to rebuild. I’ve spent the past year not knowing what to do with myself, fucking things up…”

He turned on her, snarling, “There’s nothing left for you? Then what the hell am I? Why do you keep coming back? After everything that’s happened, you don’t care enough to stick around?”

She got to her feet, crossed the room, her eyes sad. “The only thing I care about in this life is you, and I hurt you constantly, just by not being Jane. This way, it kills two birds with one stone. My empty life goes away, and you get Jane back. You get to be happy, and I get to…forget.”

A tear slid down his cheek, and he dashed it away impatiently. “Remi…”

She reached up to brush another tear from the corner of his eye, her fingers gentle. “I don’t want either of us to hurt anymore. We’ve suffered enough.”

Staring down at her, he finally put names to the emotions within him. Fear and pain had been easy to identify on their own, but they were joined by a surge of something else, so strong and fierce and breathtakingly real that he could hardly bear it.

Remi… Fuck, I can’t lose you. I need you.

I love you.

Despite everything she’d done to him, all the mental torment she’d put him through, the bitter arguments they’d had, the misunderstandings and deceit that had shredded their trust in each other…he’d fallen for the whole of her, just as hard as he had for the Jane part of her. Remi was Jane, intensified. She’d called herself damaged goods, and he couldn’t disagree, but so was he. Remi understood him in a way Jane never could have on her own.

And he was suddenly, powerfully certain that she loved him just as much.

Unable to control himself, he pulled her into his arms, giving her a crushing kiss that seemed to shock the breath from her, even as she returned it just as ardently. Part of him wanted to reject this whole conversation, carry her to bed, fuck her until they were both too exhausted to do anything but fall asleep in each other’s arms.

But this was too serious to hide from, even temporarily. He had to make his position clear.

Wrenching away from her, he stalked over to the table, picked up the small bottle of ZIP and brought it to the kitchen sink. Unscrewing the lid, he poured the contents down the drain, then dropped the bottle and turned to Remi, who was staring at him as though he’d gone mad.

“What the hell?” she demanded.

“Listen to me,” he told her, his eyes locked on hers. “I will never use that stuff on you. Ever. It doesn’t matter to me that there’s a cure for ZIP poisoning all lined up. There’s no going back for us. I can’t just inject you and turn you back into the Jane you used to be. It wouldn’t work like that.”

She sighed, looking down at the splashes of ZIP remaining in the sink. “Better the devil you know than the angel you don’t?”

He cupped her face in both hands, making sure she couldn’t look away from his face. “You’re my devil, and my angel, and everything in between. Remi, the thought of losing you scares the hell out of me. You’re my wife, and you may not be the way you were when we got married, but you’re still the woman I fell in love with, deep down.”

She was frowning, shaking her head, and he rested his forehead against hers, closing his eyes as she drew in a shaky breath.

“I love you, just as much as I did when you were Jane. You didn’t make it easy to get to know you, but every time you let me in a little more, I fell for you even further. I need you to stay you.”

“What?” She breathed the word, and he opened his eyes to find her visibly trembling. Her expression was a study in contradictions. Fear. Hope. Anger. Longing.

Kurt smiled sadly. “It’s too late. I already know you love me, too.”

She tore herself out of his arms, stepped out of his reach. “Stop it. This has gone far enough, Weller.”

“No. It hasn’t gone anywhere near far enough. You’re so scared of making yourself vulnerable, of being hurt again, that you’re hurting yourself so that I’ll never have that power over you.” He took a step closer, and she backed into the living room immediately.

He’d once mentally compared her to a trapped animal, defensively clawing and snarling out of fear. He saw that same distress in her now, and ached to hold her, even though it would only make the situation worse.

“I thought we were over this,” she said, her voice brittle. “I’m not Jane.”

“No, you’re not Jane. You’re Remi. I see you, the whole of you. I know exactly who you are, and I love you.”

She eyed the apartment door, her fists bunched at her sides and her jaw set.

“Don’t run from this. Please.” He took another slow, careful step, and though she backed up again, her eyes were on him once more.

“You never took off your wedding ring, even when you were telling me you hated me. You’ve opened up to me more than once. You’ve trusted me to keep you safe, and you’ve forgiven me for mistakes I’ve made, and I’ve done the same for you.”

She pulled at the ring on her finger, trying to remove it. “You can believe what you want to believe, but it’s not true. It was just about sex and anger, and then we became friends with benefits. That’s it.”

He caught hold of her left hand and held it between his, before she could take off the wedding band. “You didn’t even want to admit you wanted me, back when we first realised we still needed each other. Even when you were halfway to coming. Is it gonna be the same now?”

She snorted, but didn’t try to yank her hand free from his. “What, you think you’re gonna fuck a confession of love out of me? It’s not the same thing, Weller.”

“Is that what it’s gonna take?” He couldn’t pretend he was surprised. They’d resolved so many of their other issues through arguing their way into sex. Why would this be any different?

Her jaw trembled before she firmed it, glaring at him. “No, because it won’t work. It’s not true.”

With anyone else, he’d take that as their final answer. A rejection that he’d have to accept and move on from. But with Remi, things had never been straightforward and simple.

She tested him at every turn, refusing to take anything he said at face value, and this thing with the ZIP was likely a part of it. He wanted to believe that was all it was—a manipulation, a shock tactic designed to scare him into laying all his cards on the table—but his gut told him otherwise.

She would never have risked him saying yes to her offer to ‘become Jane again’ if she hadn’t been prepared to accept the consequences. She was too proud to back down from something she’d said she’d do. And that meant that she really was at a desperate end point, unable to find a way to move forward from the ruins they’d left of her pre-ZIP life.

Kurt needed her to see that he could help her find the path, if she’d only trust herself to walk it. But first, she had to know he wasn’t going anywhere, that he wasn’t just settling for a doppelgänger until he decided to stop clinging to Jane’s memory.

And they both had to be clear where they stood with each other.

“Look me in the eye and tell me you don’t love me.”

Remi stared at him, for a moment seeming completely taken aback. Then her protective bravado and anger kicked in. “You say ‘jump’, I say ‘how high’? No!”

Even as he understood her reasons for refusing—knew she was just trying to protect herself—her words still stung.

“I love you, Remi.” He shrugged, standing straighter as he laid out his challenge. “If you don’t feel the same way, I need to know. So come on—break my heart.”

God, this is going to hurt.

He believed that she loved him. But whether she’d ever admit it to herself, let alone to him, was another story entirely.

#broken wings #damaged goods #reller #blindspot #blindspot fanfic #canon divergence #really hope this posts coherently #the post editor is weird today

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watchinghallmark · 2 years ago

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Finally finished the gifsets for the awards. I feel great about that. Those will post over the next few days. If you have any gif requests from the January movies please get those to me soon. I still have some requests to do from the Christmas movies but I hope to knock them out this weekend.

If you’ve requested something and I haven’t done it yet, feel free to remind me. There’s a chance I’ve forgotten it. I’ve gotten requests that I asked for clarification on as well but never heard back. If you’d like me to do something, be as specific as possible so I don’t have to try to figure out what you mean. More detail/instruction is always better. It makes my job easier and you’ll be more satisfied with the end result as well. Generic requests are fine too if you’re just interested in seeing more a certain actor or couple or whatever. I’ll do what I can when I can for things like that.

I was hoping to transition to doing the polls on here but that option hasn’t been rolled out to me yet. I have all sorts of plans of fun polls to do so hopefully that can happen soon.

I hope everyone is doing well!

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houliburns · 2 years ago

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🌃 intro post! 🌃

(bit late but i didn’t want a cluttered bio anymore so here’s this)

hiii im shay! i fixated on mash back in november and i officially finished it on march 22nd 2023!! im gonna rewatch soon tho

about this blog

this is a side-blog!

tags: i tag pretty extensively for the sake of categorization; here’s hoping my character tags prove fun to scroll through!

queue: as of the day i’m writing this, i have a very full queue, because i have a habit of liking literally every post i see related to a fixation, and then spam-queuing it later to clean my likes out. so i hope you enjoy all the content! lots of funny scenes and textposts, well-made gifsets, wonderful fanart, and insightful meta, if i do say so myself. mashblr is a talented bunch!

original posts/content: i don’t contribute much on my own, but i love to ramble and i hope some of my lengthy tags prove an interesting or at least entertaining read :) i do dabble in fanfic writing and i’ve got a few mash works in my drafts, but i’m not sure if they’ll ever see the light of day. i’m also fond of meta and character analysis, so if i ever work up the courage maybe ill put out some moderately thought-provoking posts in that realm.

some of my opinions relating to mash characters & ships can be found under the read more!

these are all subjective and i completely respect anyone who disagrees :) we’re all here to have fun!

summarized thoughts on the characters (kinda sorted by fav to least fav)

mulcahy has been driving me bonkers for months (and my jewish ass has been putting far too much thought into catholicism lately bc of him😒)

frank,,,, listen. i’m sorry. but listen, as baffled and/or disgusted as you are, i’m the mf stuck being the only one in this entire fandom who flails over frank burns. so how do you think i feel. ik he’s absolutely awful, but he’s just so damn pathetic, i can’t help but like him and find him fascinating

radar is a bubby to me, i dont rlly have complex thoughts on him hes kinda just a comfort character to me n ilhsm

charles... he snuck up on me. i didnt expect to like him, much less relate to him (-_-) i just exposed myself as a charles winchester kinnie how will my reputation recover

i love hawkeye a lot, as we all do <3

i love trapper john mcintyre!!!!!!!!!!

i love margaret!!! i love klinger!!! i love henry!!!

im pretty neutral on potter and bj

in short: i love them all a lot but mulcahy and frank have each driven me particularly mad in different ways and radar with his animals has made me cry and charles would probably drive me nuts if i let him but i am keeping him at arm’s length.

summarized thoughts on ships (again, strongest first)

(yes i have frank ships. no i am not proud of it)

my mash otp is hawkahy. it’s been slowly draining the remainder of my sanity. i havent slept in months. send help

i am a sucker for enemies/rivals to lovers and hawnk kinda makes me a little nuts.

i know he’s not good for her but i think margaret x frank have a rlly interesting relationship and they can be cute sometimes, and i think about them more than i’d like to admit. i am not immune to het ships consisting of badass women with control issues and their toxic pathetic purse-dog boyfriends.

henry x klinger is literally canon idc

pierceintyre... ;-; hh

i love semi-niche trapper ships. trapcahy is a little bit 👀 and i really like trapper x margaret

hawkeye x henry... shh...

bonus trios i think about sometimes😳: hawkeye x margaret x frank, margaret x frank x flagg (SHH), hawkeye x trapper x mulcahy. do u see my evil vision

aaand some platonic dynamics i particularly enjoy

mulcahy & klinger are besties :)

mulcahy & margaret have a sibling dynamic that i absolutely adore, esp in the potter seasons, particularly the later ones.

charles & margaret are a fun duo. the ship tease they did a little was... idk how to feel about it, but i like them as buddies.

margaret & klinger... the girlies

hawkeye & klinger!!! the el jibbities are flocking together..

hawkeye & margaret :)

i do very much enjoy hawkeye & bj’s friendship

not friendship but charles & mulcahy’s animosity is sooo funny i will never tire of it

notps: klinger x charles, and hunnihawk. do not doxx me.

i think thats all for now. enjoy my nonsense!

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is-a-bele · 2 days ago

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THE DIZI TAG GAME

Rule: It is a game where everyone can participate, where we talk about everything related to Turkish series, I hope someone joins and tags. Don't forget to like or reblog.

1. Your first series and how did you discover Turkish dramas

I saw a beautiful gifset of CanEm here on Tumblr one of the blogs I followed at the time had reblogged and was so taken aback by the chemistry I had to check it out; discovered dizis in 2019 and haven't looked back since.

2. Dizi you're currently watching

So far so good.

3. Your favorite genre of dizi (romcom, mafia show, contemporary drama, historical/fantasy, etc.)

I love romcoms, but lately I'm on a contemporary drama mood, so the romance is still there, but less front-and-center.

Not interested in historical dramas, but maybe I'll try a period drama sometime soon.

4. The show you rewatched (parts of) the most

It's got to be Sen Çal Kapımı or Erkencı Kuş, I can't tell tbh.

5. Favorite Turkish actor and actress (feel free to pick multiples)

Demet Özdemir, Beril Pozam, Engin Akyürek, Ilhan Sen, Afra Saraçoğlu, Mert Ramazan Demir, Neslihan Atagül.

6. A show you quit before finishing

It's a great show, I wasn't ready for it when I first watched it; I'm going to finish it eventually.

7. Favorite song you have discovered in dizis

Tuğkan - Kırmızı

8. The show whose plot disappointed you the most

I was SO disappointed watching this week to week. Feraye should have ended up with Ateş, period. A great marriage of convenience plot would have ensued. A waste of chemistry between Ilhan Sen and Özge Yagiz; Please do a project together again!

*Crossing fingers*

9. A show that was cancelled too soon/ran too long

What even is this show anymore? A joke, that's what it is. A fine-tuned mockery of its former self.

Thought they were getting back on track to continue and "fix" s1's storyline, but apparently no, just ruining the characters and relationships for the sake of - I can only assume - ratings.

Pathetic.

In my opinion, it should have ended in season 1, episode 37, up until they get married and return to the mansion stronger than ever with hope and excitement for the future.

*sigh*

10. Favorite Character

Farah Ersadi (Adım Farah) or Seyran Şanlı (Yalı Çapkını).

11. Your favorite romantic pairings

CanEm (Can & Sanem), AyKer (Ayse & Kerem), SeyFer (Seyran & Ferit), DefÖm (Defne & Ömer), PoyHaz (Haziran & Poyraz).

12. Favorite side characters

Gediz Isikli (Sefirin Kızı), Volkan Çekerek (Afili Aşk), Sinan (Kiralık Aşk), Cey Cey (Erkencı Kuş), Binnur (Senden Daha Güzel).

13. Best Kiss

How could I possibly choose! (It's either SeyFer's ep 13 airport scene or CanEm's ep 14 rain scene)

14. An underrated show more people should watch

N/A

15. A show everyone loves that you aren't interested

Dolunay.

Love me some Can Yaman, but when I try to watch projects starring Özge Gürel, something about her performance doesn't do it for me - at least it hasn't so far.

16. A show you want to recommend right now

This show's got everything: different social class families, fake marriage, hate to love, insane overprotective relatives, meddlesome in laws, office romance; it's comedy(!!!) romance and drama all combined. A must-watch. I'm quite impressed by what they were able to accomplish with this dizi.

17. The next show on your list

Darmaduman, Çarpışma or Fatih Harbiye.

#the dizi tag game #dizi tag game #tag game #is-a-bele #darmaduman #afili aşk #erkenci kuş #sen çal kapımı #safir #yalı çapkını #kızılcık şerbeti #hercai #fatih harbiye #çarpışma

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gallavichthings · 2 years ago

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I posted 1,225 times in 2022

77 posts created (6%)

1,148 posts reblogged (94%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@ianandmickeygallavich

@gallawitchxx

@gallavichthings

@doodlevich

@suzy-queued

I tagged 1,169 of my posts in 2022

Only 5% of my posts had no tags

#fanfiction - 525 posts

#fanart - 291 posts

#gifsets - 224 posts

#kinktober22 - 152 posts

#gw2022 - 86 posts

#gallavich - 46 posts

#gw2022fanfiction - 41 posts

#ian x mickey - 38 posts

#shameless us - 29 posts

#graphics - 29 posts

Longest Tag: 72 characters

#feel free to send ideas just know i'll also feel free to ignore them lol

My Top Posts in 2022:

Gallavich Gift Exchange 2022

It’s a wonderful time of the year yet again! Time for another gift exchange! I’m keeping it pretty much the same as last year, since that seemed to go well. Hope to get many participants again!

Please read the rules before signing up.

General rules:

Click here to sign up. You’ll be asked for a prompt for the gift you want to receive. Please notice you will also be required to make a gift for someone else (hence the word exchange). Having a Tumblr account is not mandatory, though it does make things a bit easier.

Once sign-ups close, I’ll be making a list of all the wanted prompts for you to choose what you want. This will be done in a first-come, first-served basis (if by any chance the prompts left are somehow not possible to be completed by the authors/artists left, the people who’ve requested them might be asked to make some changes).

If by any reason you think you won’t be able to finish your gift, let me know as soon as possible so I can find someone else to finish in your place. Please know that in this case it’s possible that the gift being done for you isn’t concluded either.

One last thing: you’re allowed to send anonymous messages to the person whose prompt you’re fulfilling to ask for more information (or just to be cute :) ), as long as you don’t disclose your identity, of course. If the person doesn’t have anonymous messages enabled or isn’t on Tumblr, let me know and I’ll send them the messages on your behalf.

As always, send me any questions you might have via askbox or chat.

Minimum requirements are as follows:

Fanfiction - 1,000

Fanart - lineart

Gifset/photoset - 6 gifs/pictures

Edits/manips: 4 small images OR 2 large images OR 1 large + detailed image

Videos: 30 seconds

Fanmix: 8 songs + cover

Podfics: 1 fic

Dates:

Sign-ups close: December 3rd

Prompts will be announced: December 4th

Check-ups: December 13th and December 20th (these are just so I have an idea of how things are going, there are no minimum requirementes)

Posting: December 22nd to 28th

117 notes - Posted November 20, 2022

Gallavich Gift Exchange 2021 Masterpost

I wasn’t sure if I should host a gift exchange this year, figured not enough people would be interested, that it would be too much of a hassle, but fortunately I changed my mind and I’m so, so thankful to everyone who participated and helped make this such a success! Truly, you’re all amazing.

So here’s the masterpost (I apologize for the long post, but for once I didn’t want to put anyone under a read more).

Happy holidays and a happy 2022!

From @captainjowl to @thehonorarybeaumont: Laundry Day

From @thehonorarybeaumont to @captainjowl: Blue & Red

From @ms-moonlight-inn to @arrowflier: Princess Toadstool Gets a Night Tree

From @arrowflier to @ianandmickeygallavich: Merry & Bright

From @ianandmickeygallavich to @ms-moonlight-inn: 5 Times Ian and Mickey Never Kissed Under The Mistletoe And 1 Time They Did

From @flamingbluepanda to @milkovichian: Pink + White

From @milkovichian to @sweetbee78: falling for you

From @sweetbee78 to @annatrow: Reinforcing Trust

From @annatrow to @mishervellous: Candy Canes and Weed

From @mishervellous to @thewesternredcedar: The Road not Taken

From @thewesternredcedar to @ravenstakeflight: The Outsiders

From @ravenstakeflight to @imikhailo: a royal life

From @notherenj-nowherenj to @sisitrip: Who Am I, When I’m Not With You

From @sisitrip to @mrsmonaghan-blog: ...Two Marble Tags, And A Lullaby In A Steel Box

From @mrsmonaghan-blog to @filorux: Here for You

From @filorux to @marzgaperez: Mistletoe kiss fanart

From @marzgaperez to @y0itsbri: Slowly but surely

From @y0itsbri to @abundanceofnots: Milkovich & Cookies

From @abundanceofnots to @squidyyy23: Two boys, one (not so) festive evening

From @squidyyy23 to @look-i-love-u: Bazooka

From @look-i-love-u to @energievie: Wrapped around your... Finger

From @energievie to @sully-999: Empty crown (my body’s missing pieces)

From @sully-999 to @doodlevich: 12 Days of Christmas

From @ms-moonlight-inn to @xgoldendays: A Change Of Plans At Tornillo-Guadalupe

From @xgoldendays to @sunoficarus: Something to hold on to

From @sunoficarus to @notherenj-nowherenj: Mutually Beneficial

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Gallavich Week 2022

Hello, everyone! It’s that time of the year again! Are you all ready for Gallavich Week 2022? I’m so excited for this one! We’re doing things a bit differently this year, as you might have noticed. More details about the prompts as well as full guidelines after the Read More. Quick reminder that all kinds of work are welcome, as long as they are original. Please read the guidelines before posting.

DAYS AND PROMPTS

Day 1 (June 12) - Theme based (choose 1): Celebration (birthdays, anniversaries, festivals, holidays, random celebrations, anything goes) Trials and Tribulations (problems, big or small, it doesn’t matter; may be between them or something they face together) Day 2 (June 13) - Quote based (choose 1 - anything loosely based in one of these quotes goes): “I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. I love you not only for what you have made of yourself, but for what you are making of me. I love you for the part of me that you bring out.” - Elizabeth Barrett Browning. “I love being married. It’s so great to find that one special person you want to annoy for the rest of your life.” - Rita Rudner Day 3 (June 14) - Painting based (choose 1 - again, anything loosely based in one of these paintings is enough; may be the general atmosphere of it, the situation in it or even them actually interacting with it somehow):

Stag at Sharkey’s (George Bellows)

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Spring is here! (well, in the Northern Hemisphere it is) The boys are ready for some spring cleaning. Are you?

Welcome to the first ever Gallavich Spring Cleaning!

What is that, you ask? Easy! It’s a multiwork event hosted by @gallavichfanficlibrary and yours truly (with some help of @gallavichprompts, thank you!) . That means any kind of work is accepted: fics, fanart, videos, gifs, you name it! Oh, and did I mention there are no requirements either? Drabbles and one-shots are more than welcome (my burn-out brain actually thanks you).

The only rule for this event is: it’s got to be PG-13 - in other words, clean. (Get it? Cause of spring cleaning? *wink wink* I’m very smart). That means no mature teams, no smut, no M18, no ~lemon~. Of course swearing is allowed (I mean, it’s still Ian and Mickey we are talking about), just keep it sfw. Think of it as a reverse kinktober, if you will.

Prompts are under the Read More. You can use only one, several or all of them. Mix and match, if you want to! Repeat them, even! They’re just your starting points!

This event will run through the whole month of April, so you may post whenever you want. Tag me (@gallavichthings) so I can see and reblog it as soon as possible. Feel free to also tag the Library if you’re posting fics (oh, and if you can, please put your fics under read mores if they’re too long and you post them here in full, as a courtesy to those roaming the tags).

For those using AO3, here’s the Collection for this event.

Let’s have some clean fun!

Situation prompts:

Spring cleaning.

It's the first sunny day in what feels like forever, after several weeks of bad weather and storms that have kept them spending most of the time in their apartment.

Spring: sniffles, pollen, and tissues.

The Big Easter Egg Hunt.

The only thing Mickey knows about his soulmate is that he’s supposed to meet him in the spring.

Teenagers Ian and Mickey somehow end up spending St.Patrick’s Day together, and it’s not a date but it also kinda sorta feels like it might be?

Spring on the Westside feels different than on the Southside.

Ian and Mickey are slowly turning their apartment into a ‘home’, bringing small touches of themselves into it.

Mickey’s always been a light sleeper who has suffered from nightmares. It’s only when they finally get their apartment sorted that he starts to sleep well and really understand what a good night's sleep can be.

The lease on the apartment is almost up. (Do they stay in the apartment? Move out? Go apartment hunting? Hire a realtor?)

One day Ian comes across an injured cat and nurses it back to health. After a few days he finds a stranger on his couch and the cat is nowhere to see. (Shapeshifting AU)

The last thing Ian expects to see in the mysterious box that Mickey brings to the dugouts is kittens. And he definitely didn’t expect that they would end up caring for them together.

5 times they visited family members + 1 time the family members visited them.

Debbie wants to make a good old Gallaghers’ style BBQ. (Everything goes wrong.)

The king sends his best knight to kill the monster that lives in the forest. Turns out, the monster is pretty charming and doesn’t actually harm anyone.

Dialogue prompt

“Well, this is new.”

“This isn’t what it looks like, I swear! Okay … it’s kind of what it looks like, but just give me a chance to explain.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“So hang on, let me get this straight.”

“Oh, good, you’re here! Hold this.”

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My #1 post of 2022

Gallavich Kinktober 2022

Hello, everyone! Are you ready for some (dirty) fun? Here are the prompts for this year’s kinktober. There are two for each day, one situational and one dialogue. You may choose only one or use both. You can also mix and match two or more days (in which case, please post on the day for the last prompt used and do mention all the days it fits so I can tag it accordingly). Reminder that all kinds of works are accepted and there’s no need to sign up. Simply post on the assigned day (or later, that’s fine, just make sure to mention what day(s) it is for) and remember to @ me so I can reblog it (just mentioning me in the tags won’t do, I can’t always see that). Let’s get this party started!

Day 1 - sex dream X “Touch yourself for me.”

Day 2 - dirty talk X “Oh honey, you know, you really shouldn’t tease me.”

Day 3 - uniform / costume X “You’d better be quiet if you don’t want to get caught.”

Day 4 - thigh riding X “If you’re going to act like a little brat then I’m going to treat you like a little brat.”

Day 5 - jealous / possessive sex X “I don’t care how good it feels you’d better not cum until I tell you to.”

Day 6 - exhibitionism / voyeurism X “I can’t wait to be on my knees for you later.”

Day 7 - food X “If you want to cum you’d better beg.”

Day 8 - stripping / lap dance X “I wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it.”

Day 9 - 69 X “I guess I’ll just get off all by myself.”

Day 10 - latex / leather X “Did I say you could stop?”

Day 11 - orgasm denial X “Open your mouth.”

Day 12 - against a wall X “Wanna see what I’m wearing underneath all this?”

Day 13 - sex tape X “I bet all our neighbors can hear you, I bet they all know what a dirty little slut you are.”

Day 14 - piercings X “You know, you always look so much better when I mark you up.”

Day 15 - unusual sex positions X “Did you dress up just for me?”

Day 16 - massages X “Come sit on my face, let me show you how much I missed you.”

Day 17 - hair pulling X “Take it off. Slowly.”

Day 18 - sleepy sex X “Pull my hair!”

Day 19 - face sitting X “I’m gonna fuck you in front of the mirror, I want you to see how pretty you look when you’re spreading your legs for me.”

Day 20 - wax X “Yeah, that’s it, baby, just like that.”

Day 21 - cum kink X “I think I like you better with a gag in your mouth.”

Day 22 - innocence X “You’d better be quiet or everyone’s going to know what a naughty little slut you are.”

Day 23 - handcuffs X “You deserve a reward for being so good today, what would you like it to be?”

Day 24 - scent X “You take my fingers so well don’t you?”

Day 25 - biting X “I love the sounds you make when you come undone.”

Day 26 - nipple play X “You look so good with my hand wrapped around your throat.”

Day 27- vanilla / slow & soft X “Is that a thong?”

Day 28 - tattoos X “You look good all soaking wet.”

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Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

Congrats to the most reblogged ones, I guess. Myself included. 😂

Obviously the most popular posts were the event ones (especially this is mostly a reblogging blog), but the fact that the most popular by far was the Kinktober... Y'all nasty. 😝

Thanks for everything! And here's to 2023! (after the gift exchange, of course)

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alwaysupatnight · 2 years ago

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3, 5 and 13 for the Fanfic ask! 😊

3: Do you anticipate writing for a new fandom this year? Which one? I'm not exactly planning to write for any new fandoms yet... I still have so many sethkate fics to finish. 🤦‍♀️ But if I can ever figure out how to write a western, I might write something for "The English" because Eli and Cornelia deserve a happy ending. 😤

5: Which WIP is first on your list to complete this year? Will you post a snippet? Working on a secret project right now, so I can't post any snippets, but I hope to be able to share it soon!

13: Aside from fanfic, are there any other fan works you’d like to try creating? Fanart, or fanvids, gifsets, or podfic? I'm working on a sethkate/fdtd au photo edit right now! It’s an edit I’ve wanted to make for literal years now. I haven't actually made that many moodboard style edits, but I'm really excited by how it's turning out! I'd like to do more gifsets eventually though. I have a couple ideas for "The English" too.

fanfic asks for the new year

#replies #ask games

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greenandbluebubblegum · 2 years ago

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Hello Kate!!! I'm doing fine thanks!! I finished the first day at my summer job so I'm a little bit tired but it's good knowing I will be able to buy all sort Kinnporsche stuff when it drop ( really hoping for a boxset!!)

KB new song is amazing!! I'm in love really!!!! The MV please my heart 😭😭😭 it look so good, like they put so many thought in it!!! I'm happy to see queer representation in KPOP 🥺 they did it so well!! Please, they need to put it in Spotify asap!!!

I really wanna go to they world tour. They seems so happy doing all kind of stuff 😭 it's cringy, yes, but good kind of cringy you know? Plus they really did not go small with this!!

Build is really out of this world. He is so pretty and beautiful, I'm so happy he is back, I miss this little sunshine. I really BOC give him more projet (with Bible ofc)!!

I love concert so much, is my happy place!! If I could, I would go everyday!!!

Hope you are having a great day!! See you soon darling 💜!

Hope you had a good week darling!! Happy to see you back 🥰

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Hi darling!! How are you??? I'm fine! as you can see I'm back after a few days out again! I was being lazy and doing nothing at all haha

How is your summer job doing? hope you are not too exhausted! don't forget to be hydrated!! 😊😊 We will have another heatwave here but at least in my city isn't going to be so bad as others!

I was listening to KB's song a lot recently!! It's so good!! I love the video! I wanted to do another gifset but I need a new photoshop because the one I have right now is a disaster so I'll wait until I've got a new version.

I'm so happy Build is back to ig!! his smile is so cute!! 💙 I need to watch the last behind-the-scenes they posted about the world tour concert!! I still can't believe that really happened haha it was so amazing!! can't wait for them to tell us all the dates!!

Are you planning on watching another bl series? I saw there are some interesting options out now but don't know yet!! I can't leave KinnPorsche so fast haha I'm watching a Korean drama named Tomorrow right now!! it's so good!! I totally recommended it!! Let me know if you are watching something good too!!

Now that I'm back I'll be here more often so see you soon!! Hope you are having a beautiful weekend!! and will have a great week!! Sending you a big hug and kisses!! ❤️️❤️️❤️️

#lovely Maëlle #kinnporsche anon

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perfectpaperbluebirds · 4 years ago

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House Calls (2/2 )

Hannibal (TV)

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

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

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

My asks are always open for prompts!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Are you sure you--"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hannibal?"

The doctor turned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Gghnxt! Kppshht!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You look tired, Will."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I still feel terrible."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"The soup isn't yours then?"

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

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

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

"You bought all of this just today?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Gihh-chuuh! Chnnggh!..."

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

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

"That looked exhausting."

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

"Then you should sleep more."

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

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

"Will?"

Will paused, turning around.

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

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

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

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purplemagpie · 3 years ago

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i was tagged by @energievie to answer these fandom and random questions.

when did you start watching shameless?

april 3rd this year. finished around may 18th. cannot remember what i was doing with my life before that.

how did you start getting involved in the gallavich fandom?

posted a few gifsets, wrote bad for business for gallavich week, and showed a normal amount of enthusiasm in the tags of pretty much everything i reblogged.

favourite shameless character? (other than ian & mickey of course)

before i watched the show i remember thinking “the fuck kinda name is lip?” the name of my favorite bastard man, apparently.

what plotline from the show irked you the most?

hmm, i’m tryna distinguish between irk and disappoint here. lip getting expelled is a huuuge sore spot for me, but i guess nothing beats gay jesus.

favourite line from the show?

“mickey,” (don’t think i need to clarify which one i mean).

but also fiona telling monica “you were my mother too!” emmy rossum fucking me the fuck up

fanfic(s) you can’t stop thinking about:

oh no this one makes me really nervous because there’s no way i can list everything i love. i’m stopping at five so i don’t stress myself out.

elevator music by @iansfreckles

an exception to the rule and where i end & you begin by @gallawitchxx

@hornygaythug by WhatTheBodyGraspsNot

like real people do by grayola

The best concert(s) you’ve been to:

can’t really afford concerts, since i’m forced to travel and rent a hotel room if i wanna go. wish i could attend the wonder years’ upcoming tour tho. two full albums? listening to all of suburbia live would absolutely destroy me.

comfort movie franchise:

the first four hp movies (sorry)

piercings/tattoos?:

four piercings, no tattoos yet.

most rewatched tv show:

i’m not huge on doing a full rewatch, but i’ve actually watched downton abbey thrice (and i’m tempted to do another rewatch soon tbh). in the flesh might be up there too.

pet peeves:

reading inaccurate/questionable information on linguistics/phonetics/language learning on tumblr posts with, like, 40k notes (this sounds so pretentious alskjdalsk sorry)

random fact about yourself:

i am the most clueless/oblivious person in the universe. a friend once took off her shirt in front of me and asked me if i liked her bra, and i genuinely thought she just wanted my opinion on her underwear. my other friend wanted to strangle me, but i still don’t know how i was supposed to realize she was tryna do something there???

i’m tagging @arrowflier, @howlinchickhowl, @sickness-health-all-that-shit, @gallawitchxx, and @iansfreckles (or just saying hi hello hope you’re having a lovely day y’all)

#vicky talks #tag thingy

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tartagliove · 4 years ago

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april/may updates

Hey everyone!! I hope you all have been doing well c: I finally finished my last midterm, so all that is left are finals. Anyway, I just wanted to give a couple of updates about what you all can expect to see from me over the next month or two! I’d love it if you could stop by my inbox and lmk what you think about the upcoming stuff!

Writing Updates:

Working on a Bakugou x Reader royalty au fic

Also writing a Hawks x Reader spy au fic for bnharem’s coworkers collab! Super excited about this one!

Recently, I haven’t been that into bnha, so I don’t know when/if I’m going to be able to complete Strength Comes in Many Forms

I’m likely going to start writing for other fandoms! Genshin Impact and Kimetsu no Yaiba are the ones I have in mind at the moment

I might have a Sanemi x Reader fic in the works hehe... but I don’t know when that will be out as I think it’s going to end up pretty long! Or I might split it up into multiple smaller parts for each scene and post it as a series? Let me know if you have a preference please!

Editing Updates:

Posting Hanako-kun manga colorings on animangaboys on April 16

A Kirishima gifset should go up on dailyanime on April 24th

I’ll continue my Fugou Keiji Balance: Unlimited gifsets!

Miscellaneous:

I’ll still work on the blogrates from my last follower celebrations! Thanks so much for being patient with me as I get them out slowly c:

I’m going to hit another milestone really soon and I want to do something small for that! I was thinking a birthday page for my friends and mutuals? Just something simple and fun ^u^ I’ll post more info about this after May 10th!

I know that’s quite a bit, but I’d love to hear what you all think! And if you stop by my inbox, feel free to tell me how you’ve been doing too c:

#type: text #misc: zebra speaks

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dreamescapeswriting · 5 years ago

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BTS Reaction || Pasta Crack Prank [Request]

A/N: I hope this is okay, I did this prank to my little brother and I have never seen him move so quick away from me before lmaoooo

Seokjin:

The boys were getting annoyed by the pranks that Jin had been giving them all week and decided it was time to take matters into their own hands and by their hands they meant yours. They knew that Jin would never suspect you of trying to prank him and that's exactly what they needed.

"All you have to do is bite down on the pasta when he moves your neck," Jimin said to you as he handed you two pieces of dry curled pasta and sat on the sofa. You nodded and began your acting, the classes you'd taken in school finally paying off. You groaned out as Jin walked through the living room and he looked at you,

"What's wrong Jagi?" You moaned as you rubbed the back of your neck, complaining that your neck had been giving you trouble all day and you didn't know what was wrong with it.

"Here, let me try and crack it for you." You hummed and he came up behind you, you looked ahead at the boys and they all smirked to each other. Jin slipped his hand to each side of your head and twisted it one way, as soon as he did you bit down harshly on the pasta and cried out,

"Fuck Jin, she said crack now snap," Jungkook said getting up from the sofa and looking at you, you were hiding your face in your hands as you laughed but it sounded more like a cry.

"Baby, are you okay?! I didn't think it would hurt that much?! Jungkook call an ambulance." He was panicking and you were starting to lose the ability to breath as the others started to join in laughing with you. Jin dropped his hands that were holding onto your waist protectively and he stared at you with a straight face,

"Jin baby it's just a joke." You giggled as he shook his head at you and noticing that Tae was in the corner of the room recording you both,

"Your face was priceless." He chuckled reviewing the video in front of you and Jin, Jin wasn't laughing and he wasn't laughing after it was uploaded to the group's twitter account and everyone was making gifsets of him only causing you and everyone else to find it funnier but in Jin's head he was planning the next prank, planning to include you unlike all the other times he kept you out of it.

Yoongi:

Yoongi was sitting in his studio and you were bored so you started scrolling through your Twitter timeline to see what everyone was up to when you saw Army tagging you in videos they wanted you to do on Yoongi and you smirked as you watched them. All of them the same thing, biting down on pasta as someone cracked your back or neck and you knew you had to do this to Yoongi.

"I'm going home my back hurts baby." You told him as you got up from the sofa, kissing him on the head and leaving the studio. You knew if you were going to do this you were going to do it properly. You stopped at the shops on the way back to your shared apartment, grabbing some pasta sheets and making sure your phone was fully charged for when it was time to record his reaction.

(X)

He came home from the studio not long after you and saw you laying on the floor, chest flat against it as you looked up at him.

"My back really hurts Yoongi." You whined as you looked up at him from the floor, your phone leaning against the coffee table leg where he couldn't see it.

"Will you walk along my back to crack it?" He stared down at you and nodded, coming over to you and trying not to put all his weight onto you, not wanting to damage your back or anything but as soon as he placed one foot down and heard the pasta snap he jumped away from you dropping onto the floor next to you, to check that you were okay but you were too busy laughing at him to answer his questions.

"Yoongi I'm fine." You giggled as he rolled you over onto your back, he glared at you and you pouted your bottom lip out at him.

"Don't be mad it was just a joke." You giggled but he bent down and kissed you on the lips.

"Watch your back." He whispered to you as he got up from the floor and went to have a shower, and you knew that you'd started a prank war that no one was going to be able to finish.

Hoseok:

Jimin followed you down to the dance studio, both of you laughing to each other about the video you'd just watched and wanted to try on Hobi. You and Jimin had stopped by the kitchen to get some dry pasta for you and then headed straight to the dance studio, knocking on the door and looking at Hoseok. Jimin had the phone ready and you walked over to Hoseok.

"My back has been hurting me all day, would you mind cracking it for me?" You questioned with the biggest puppy dog eyes you could imagine and he nodded. He paused his music and came to your side, asking if you were ready, you nodded and he went behind you, taking your arms over your chest and pulling you off the ground, you crunched down on the pasta and he dropped you onto the floor, making you bang your ankle, knee and head against the hardwood floor, you began laughing and Jimin yelled out as you hit the floor. You started laughing harder as you looked up at their faces, Hoseok concerned because of the crack and Jimin concerned because of the way you hit the floor but you were too busy laughing to stop them from worrying.

"You should have seen your faces!" You yelled looking at them both once you caught your breath, you sat up and Jimin rushed off to get an ice pack for your ankle, even though you insisted it was fine.

"I didn't mean to drop you, I just got worried," Hoseok said between his chuckles and you smiled leaning your head on his shoulder, Jimin coming over with ice and laying it on your ankle.

"Are you uploading the video?" You asked Jimin as he played it for you and Hoseok to watch, Hobi groaning as he watched you fall onto the floor, the camera falling before going black because Jimin was too concerned to keep filming.

"It was funny, they'll love it." You tried to tell Hoseok but he shook his head, deciding it was better for just the group to see it and Jimin agreed, sending it to the main group chat and waiting for everyone to see it.

Namjoon:

You smirked at your phone as you set up the Instagram live in the corner on the kitchen side, Army's flooding in to see what you were doing. You'd been wanting to prank Namjoon for a while but nothing seemed like it would work until now, you were scrolling through TikTok and found the video you wanted to try on him.

"Joonie?" You called out while he was in the living room,

"Yeah?" You took the pasta from the kitchen side and put it to the back of your mouth

"Can you come crack my back for me please..." He got up from the sofa, leaving the book he'd been reading on the coffee table and coming into the kitchen. You smiled up at him and held your hands over your chest, he stood behind you and picked you up to "crack" your back when you crunched down on the pasta and he slowly put you down on the floor.

"Fucking hell. I think I just broke your back!" He yelled as you started giggling at him, almost falling over because you couldn't stop yourself from laughing at his reaction. He'd gone really pale as if he'd seen a ghost and he looked like he was about to vomit,

"Joonie I'm sorry but your face!" You yelled spitting out the broken pasta into the bin and trying to calm your laughing down, he didn't look like he was going to be laughing anytime soon.

"I thought I broke you." He said looking at you seriously and you knew that look all too well,

"Guys I think I pissed him off." You tried to tell him you weren't alone in the room but when Namjoon was like this, he didn't care. You span around and ended the live feed as he grabbed your waist and pulled you back against him.

"Someone being bratty?" He whispered darkly in your ear, moving hair from your neck and kissing the exposed skin, you whimpered as you felt his breath along your skin.

"No, it was just a joke Joonie." You tried to explain but there was no use, he pushed you down against the kitchen table,

"You know that's not my name princess." He chuckled as he undid his belt and you bit down on your lip, trying to hide the giant smirk that was across your face. You weren't expecting this reaction from him but you didn't mind that it was happening.

Jimin:

After every concert, Jimin would come to you in the changing rooms and get you to crack his back because you could do it better than the boys but tonight you wanted to get him to crack yours before you did his. Mostly because you'd been watching viral videos of couples cracking one another's bone while the other bit down on a piece of pasta to get the reaction from their partners. You'd told Jungkook your plan before he went on stage and he agreed to record it for you, and now you were waiting in the changing room while they all came from the stage.

"Jimine!! You did great!" You giggled as he engulfed you in a hug, he chuckled and kissed your cheek.

"I know I always crack your back but baby would you mind doing mine, it's been hurting all day." He nodded and asked you to turn around, you were facing Jungkook and he was smirking at you from across the room as he got the camera ready, you slipped the piece of pasta into your mouth and waited for Jimin to pick you up.

As soon as you bit down on the pasta he sat you down as he yelled out, gaining the attention of everyone in the changing room all of them turning to look at you and Jungkook who were laughing uncontrollably as Jimin stared at you in confusion, Jungkook stopped the phone and looked at you as you continued laughing.

"Jesus christ you should see the look on his face," Jungkook said as he slid you your phone and went over to the showers to get ready to go home but Jimin was staring at you and shaking his head.

"Evil." You giggled and walked over to him, ready to crack his back this time but he walked away from you going to find a crew member to do it for him instead, leaving you to sit laughing with Jin at the video.

Taehyung:

You walked down the staircase groaning out as you reached the bottom and looked at Taehyung who looked away from the computer screen, he'd been gaming all morning and you decided you were going to do the pasta prank you'd seen on the internet to him.

"What's wrong?" He asked getting up from the desk and joining your side, you pointed to your back and walked to the kitchen,

"It just hurts a little." He stayed in the living room as you were in the kitchen, you ran the tap as if you were getting a drink but reached for the pasta in the top cupboard, coming back out and asking him to crack your back for you.

"Maybe we should get a doctor instead, I don't want to hurt you." You shook your head and pleaded for him to do it instead, he stood behind you and you nodded at him to keep going. He lifted you from the ground and you bit down onto the pasta, crying out in pain as soon as he was done and he put you on the floor, going over to his computer and going back to what he was doing.

"Tae it really hurts." You whimpered but he looked at you and then handed you the small bin from under his desk,

"You knew?" He nodded and you glared at him spitting the pasta into the bin and sitting down on his lap.

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"Wanted to see how far you'd take it, you're so bad at acting." He told you as you pouted, laying your forehead on his shoulder and looking at what he was playing.

Jungkook:

Jungkook found it strange that you walked into the BigHit gym with a smile on your face but loved that you'd come to spend some more time with him and he chuckled as you watched him working out. But in your mind you'd come for other reasons, you had a piece of pasta sitting in your mouth and you wanted to prank him. Jimin walked through the door and looked at Jungkook, joining him in the workout but he'd really come to help you with the prank.

"You should try lifting something." Jimin teased as you stood near the weights, Jungkook joined in and told you that you should try it out.

"Fine, but don't be surprised if I can lift more than you." You teased at them both, Jimin got his phone out ready and Jungkook came over to watch you, you started with small weights and then moved up to a heavier one. As you bent down to pick it up you smirked at Jimin, standing up and crunching down on the pasta, Jungkook turned pale and he took the weight from you and sat you down on the floor to check you were okay,

"Shit, Jimin I think there's someone in the office if we need help." He said in a panic but Jimin was laughing on the floor while you were trying to hide your giggle, Jungkook stared at you both before you spat the pasta into a nearby bin and giggled.

"I love you." You tried to tell him but he got up from the floor, promising you both that he would get you back and you would never suspect it but you and Jimin were too busy laughing to even pay attention to his threats.

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