#Every digital picture I make takes forever

[isaadore]

take a pic | quinn hughes

pairing quinn hughes x reader (feat. luke + jack hughes)

SYNOPSIS a world where the reader captures every moment with a digital camera. wc 0.5k words

warnings all fluff! reader lives w quinn

note i had sm fun writing this so i hope u guys enjoy this imagine of a hobby photographer reader! i love the idea of the reader carrying a camera with her at all times and quinn supporting her little hobby. it’s so cute to me

masterlist

at home

You will find every opportunity to take a picture, whether it is of your pets, the sky, or the delicious breakfast Quinn prepared for you that morning

Quinn always finds it adorable when you suddenly whip out your camera to take pictures of everyday things that are ordinary to him but beautiful to you

You secretly take photos of Quinn when he makes funny faces while doing a chore or playing video games, which always catches him off guard, but the photos always turn out cute, but he doesn't think so (party pooper)

Quinn loves to get you back for taking photos of him by stealing your camera and taking photos of you, but it never works because they always turn out good (to his demise)

When Luke and Jack come over, Luke often tries to take a picture or two since he thinks photography is cool, but he can never get the camera to work properly, which Quinn and Jack always laugh at him for

Quinn ALWAYS sits patiently as you go through hundreds of images, explaining each one in detail. He never gets bored with your talking and could listen to you forever, no matter what you're talking about

date nights

The date night photos are the cutest!

From the red roses to the white wine, your camera captures every single moment of these dates

A lot of the time, Quinn takes photos of you with the camera since he thinks you look gorgeous in that cream white silk slip dress you like to wear on fancy dinner dates

Don't get me wrong, Quinn's dress shirt and tie are your weakness, so there are definitely pictures of him smiling while wearing his cute outfit for the night

at the rink

Whether at their games or just practice, you have your camera out to take photos the team

You have many shots of the Canucks' home arena, especially post-games where the seats are empty and you're waiting for Quinn, but the atmosphere is so calm you have to capture it

At first, you were a little embarrassed to have your camera out, especially at the games, but Quinn told you that nobody else takes photos like you, and they are good memories to have

You've got so many cute pictures of him and his fans! He loves going through them with you (he loves his fans so much)

There are also a few pictures where he looks distressed on the ice, but also cute ones where he's waving at you (you don't know which of the two you like better)

at the lake house

During the summer, your memory card will fill up the fastest

From photos of sunsets to outdoor picnics to basement parties, your camera is full of memories from the summer

Many pictures show the brothers with their arms wrapped around each other on a boat, smiling happily at the camera

Jack always finds opportunities to take photos of you and Quinn messing around and splashing each other in the water (you guys look so happy it pains him)

last note someone request stuff like this so i have an excuse to write straight fluff. as always, reblogs are always appreciated 🤍

love, isa

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[godslino]

i am so obsessed with your writing style and im so happy to see that you like to write kidfics because i don’t see them often !! could you write seungmin as a dad?

sending love <3

alright. kenzie gave me dad!seungmin brain worms. everyone enjoy (i certainly enjoyed writing it) and let me know if this deserves to have a continuation

TINY HANDS | seungmin dad!seungmin. request. 640 words.

Tiny hands.

It’s the one thing Seungmin will never get used to—ten fingers, ten little fingernails, soft skin that he can’t get enough of.

“What are you doing?”

Seungmin looks up just as you’re walking into the living room, freshly showered and hair still damp. Beautiful as ever.

He doesn’t allow himself to be distracted for too long, immediately turning his attention back to the sleeping baby in his lap. His baby.

“I’m counting her fingers.” he says, rubbing his thumb along each individual digit. He could get lost in his own head like this, comparing the size of his own hand to the borderline microscopic ones that your daughter has.

“Well, does she have them all?” you ask as you burrow into the armchair across from him, “Because if she doesn’t then I have a phone call to make.”

Seungmin chuckles and brings one of her tiny hands to his lips, places a small kiss on her knuckles. “Don’t worry, they’re all here.”

Everything about her is so delicate. Seungmin was scared at first, worried that she’d break if he touched her. Born two weeks early, she was smaller than anything he’d ever seen before. Seungmin couldn’t believe that he had a part in creating that, in making a human so beautiful, living proof of your love for one another. It’s still surreal to him, like a dream that he hopes he never wakes up from.

Once he got over his initial fear that he’d accidentally hurt her, Seungmin never spent a second without her close to him.

Sometimes you scold him, tell him that she’ll never get used to sleeping in her crib because she’s always nestled into the crook of his elbow. Even when he’s doing things around the house, he baby wears like a champ, has her pressed up against his chest as he parades around the living room in what was supposed to be your swaddle carrier.

“That wasn’t a gift for you, idiot.” Is what Minho had said the first time he stopped by and caught a glimpse of Seungmin with it on.

“He literally won’t take it off.” you laughed, grabbing the bags of groceries out of Minho’s hands so he could shuffle over and coo over her sleeping figure tucked into the fabric, a proud look on Seungmin’s face.

Seungmin doesn’t know how he’s going to do it when she gets bigger. What if he never gets to carry her again? What if she doesn't want him to carry her? What if her hands grow so much that he can’t hold both of them in his own anymore? Seungmin’s thought about it so many times, has driven himself to tears over hypothetical situations that are eons away from ever happening.

Seungmin holds his daughter like he has the world in his hands. He rubs his nose against her cheeks and smiles when she blinks at him, makes noises that have her opening and closing her mouth in an attempt to copy him. He takes an endless amount of pictures that eat away at the storage on his phone but he really couldn’t care less. He sings to her when she cries and laughs when she burps after every feeding session. He whispers stories to her about how the two of you met when she wakes up in the middle of the night and he has to rock her back to sleep. He hopes and dreams that one day, when she’s older, she’ll know that his love for her extends much farther than any distance imaginable.

Tiny hands. Ten little fingers. Seungmin watches as they wrap around his own and smiles brighter than the sun.

When you eventually move to snuggle up next to him, your head against his chest as you both sit with a finger curled inside of each of your daughter’s little fists, nothing else matters.

This is love, and it’s Seungmin’s to keep forever.

© all rights reserved. godslino 2024. please do not steal, translate, or re-upload.

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[flamingo-writes]

hello >-<

so i have this idea

hobie is a punk musician right? what if he kinda like this artist (their work and all) but the artist is a anon so he got no idea who it was but he knows their art style by heart

he would go to art galleries that will feature the artist

he would even go to the extent of buying a print or two

he would also ask for a commission from the artist

but he would do all of it in incognito (he’s like an idol idoling his idol from the fake acc to ask for comms to disguises just to go to the gallery)

little did he know his fav artist/reader is also a big fan of his band

how would they meet??

(sorry if it’s to long or kinda hard to understand, thank youuu have a wonderful day)

•🍓

You have no idea how much I loved this. I kinda projected myself (like I’ve honestly been in all of my hobie fanfics, but bcs I too, am a punk and do art occasionally) my eco-punk tendencies keep showing, and I’m honestly not gonna stop anytime soon (as you can tell from the constant mention of plants in my writing). This took me forever but I’ve been hella busy 😭

I’ll perhaps do a second part of this

WC: 1.2K or something.

Art is Freedom — Hobie x GN!Reader

"Art is Freedom" was the signature of the anonymous artist Hobie desired to meet. There was something about their art that simply fascinated him. From murals made out with plants, to your standard mural with spray paint. In galleries, this same artist did installations with all sorts of recycled materials. From newspaper, cardboard, paper, sometimes even stuff like aluminium and glass. Others screen printing on recycled fabric and old shirts, and most recently digital art, with the option of buying prints.

What Hobie liked about this artist was how cold and straightforward could they be with their art to express their thoughts and feelings. With a strong commentary on environmentalism. Also very graphic art talking about feminism and domestic violence. He loved the passion put into these pieces, he gawked at the raw energy expiring from the art pieces.

However, tracking them down was particularly hard. They were good at covering up their tracks. Although Hobie knew what that was like, so he started thinking in a similar way this anonymous artist would do. Sometimes feeling guilty for wanting to uncover this artist’s identity, he wouldn’t like it if someone was waiting for him to make a mistake at covering his tracks and found out who he was. But at the same time, he genuinely wanted to meet this person, have a talk with them, sure that Spider-Man and this artist would get along very well.

One fortuitous day, at the art gallery Hobie liked to frequent, there was a new exposition. This one was a photography show. It was the first time this artist showcased pictures. The theme was punk. And most of the photos were from concerts. Spider-Man was even in most of them. Not only was this artist a fan of his band, but from the pictures, Hobie was able to get an idea of who this artist was.

The group of hardcore punks who always showed up to his concerts, art shows, or were wrecking havoc during manifestations, was for the most part the same crowd. Some faces and even names became familiar not only to him but to everyone else.

And you had a face easy to recognise. You had a reputation for always being in the middle of the mosh pit, jamming and jumping like everybody else. However, you were taking pics. Right in the middle of the mosh, you managed to take the best pictures from the stage and the crowd. How did you manage to take those pics while getting out, not only yourself but your camera intact? It was a mystery many people liked to think about.

Hobie had seen you at almost every gig. And he’d seen the magnificent work you did with the photos. However, for the two years he’s been following this anonymous artist, he’d never seen photos. However, for the three or four years you’ve been following his band, he’d seen you in the crowd and seeing your work.

And now standing in front of your exposition, he could clearly identify the peculiar style of the pictures. Those pictures clearly were taken from the depths of a mosh pit. And keeping cameras intact and photos this good of a mosh pit could only be you.

His eyes widened at the realisation. He knew you all along, and had been watching your work from afar for so long. He didn’t personally know you, but he’d seen you around so much to think you were a cool lad, the pins on your jacket were rad, and that you had good taste in music. And of course, he thought you were a talented photographer.

But now that he’d put two and two together, not only were you a magnificent photographer, but an overall artist. The respect and admiration he felt for you duplicated, as he’d thought he was admiring at two different artist while it was actually one and the same.

“Oh! Look at these!” Some people in the gallery said as they neared the pictures and paid close attention to them. “Dude, this pics are sick! Kinda like the ones you always take!”

He diverted his gaze and saw a couple of people leaning closer to take in the details, and a third person wearing a hoodie. Hands hidden in the pouch and hood over their head.

“They’re pretty good,”

Hobie raised an eyebrow as he paced around the gallery, trying to get closer, wondering if it could be you underneath that hoodie.

As he got closer, pretending to glance at the pictures, he saw you from the corner of his eyes and smirked. Your poker face was actually very good, but he could see right through it.

“You think the artist knows how meaningful their art is to others?” Hobie said in a low voice as he glanced at you.

“They better! They’re fucking awesome!” One of your friends said, clueless of what Hobie was trying to do.

“I’m sure they’ve got some idea,” You said meeting Hobie’s stare.

“Well, they sure are my favourite artist, I’ll tell you that…” He said confidently. “I’ve seen you around in gigs, haven’t I?”

“Yeah, probably. I’m always around in gigs…” You said shyly.

“Especially Spider-Man! You love that guy!” One of your friends said, as you felt your cheeks warming up slightly.

“Do you?” Hobie asked.

“His style is very unique. And he’s amazing. He’s been a huge inspiration for me,” reluctantly, you admitted.

“Really? That’s cool. I’m Hobie,” His smirk flashed across his face with a slight arrogant yet full of charm.

“Nice meeting you,” You introduced yourself to him, telling him your name. “I like your style…” You said, pulling one of your hands out of the pouch of your hoodie and pointed at his pins.

“Thanks,” He said, repeating your name. “So, you said Spider-Man was an inspiration…”

“I do art sometimes,” You shrugged. “I wish I could live off of it but, it’s hard,”

“The world is so unkind to artist, unless you decide to sell yourself like a whore,”

You looked at Hobie, thinking there was something strangely familiar and yet refreshing of him. He was tall, he was skinny, but definitely looked like the guy you wouldn’t want to get in a fight with. And yet, he didn’t look all that intimidating. In fact, you felt curious.

“Yeah, pretty much…” You agreed.

“Wanna go for a beer sometime?”

It was hard for you not to smirk as you looked away. Your friends now further away, having read the room and left you alone with Hobie.

“Excuse me?” You armed yourself with courage to look back at him and meet his stare, his eyes a lighter shade of brown compared to the rest of his skin. He was gorgeous, you thought.

“You seem like a pretty interesting person, I’d like to know you better and know a bit more about the art you make, if that’s okay of course…” He shrugged, nonchalantly, able to read your slightly shy and awkward demeanour.

“Do I know you?” You asked.

Hobie chuckled softly. Knowing exactly what you meant, wondering if you were able to somehow relate him to Spider-Man already.

“Yeah, I introduced myself two minutes ago,” he teased, as you chuckled and rolled your eyes playfully.

“No—I me-mean yeah…” You giggled “But…Before that?”

Hobie shrugged.

“Why you ask?”

“I don’t know…” You sighed looking at him curiously, attentively. “Something about you feels oddly familiar…”

“Perhaps,” He shrugged “who knows, there’s only one way to find out…” He winked.

You smirked.

“Later today? At the Hayfield?” You said, naming your favourite bar, agreeing to his invitation.

“Someone likes artisan beer,” Hobie pointed out with an approving nod.

“Isn’t that the best kind of beer?” This time, you shrugged nonchalantly “Besides, Hayfield supports all the local beer producers and amateurs too”

“Nice. See you then,” Hobie said. “9 works for you?”

“9 it is” You smirked, feeling your chest stirring slightly.

“Nice meeting ya” He said turning around, with a triumphant smirk.

“Nice meeting you too…”

~~~~~~~~~

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[celestie0]

kickoff! reader who is stalking gojos page and accidentally likes one of his oldest posts. she panics and turns off her phone, without unliking it.

kickoff!gojo who is re reading your guys instagram messages and you text him while he’s doing this. he scrambles to come up with a reason as to why he read your message instantly

kickoff! reader who tries to watch soccer games to understand what’s happening. she probably yells offsides at everything. gojo can only smile at her and offer to help her out

kickoff! gojo who takes a picture of your silhouette in front of those statues you meet up at during the sunset (without your knowledge) and makes it his lock screen. you ask him about it but he just pretends that it’s a soccer goal and the sunset behind it.

kickoff! reader who finds herself thinking of satoru way too much. will see basically anything and be reminded of him. “oh a pair of sunglasses? gojo would like those” “hm, they started selling a strawberry tea? gojo would drink that”

kickoff! gojo who loves the sims. unironically makes a sim version of him and reader. tbh he probably doesn’t even realize he’s doing it, he just starts thinking about reader and starts adding her features. thinks it’s funny to make them have “fun time”

kickoff! reader who is looking through the game pictures she takes and finds herself staring at gojo. doesn’t even realize she’s doing it until mina walks in on her. think peter parker and gwen stacy

kickoff!gojo who has a full “project m’bappe” for your future kids. starts the kids off with a soccer plush and it leads to them being absolute powerhouses in toddler leagues

kickoff! reader who used to play soccer as a kid. threw a tantrum in the middle of a game because she decided she hated it. only started to like it again because of gojo

kickoff! gojo who keeps a printed out picture of the two of you in his wallet. Suguru took it at the frat party when gojo kissed you. around you is blurry and flashing lights, in the middle of the chaos is gojos lips pressed against yours. His hand is holding your waist, you’re slightly on your tippy toes to reach him. He sometimes zones off when paying because the picture catches his eye

BABE……..WHEN I TELL YOU IM BLUSHING N SQUEALING N KICKING MY FEET SM RN…..UHHH I THINK U MIGHT HAVE TO JUST TAKE OVER WRITING THE SERIES FOR ME??? bc i went thru sm emotions reading these pls 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

ok first of all tysm for thinking of these and sending them to me???? i genuinely cannot believe youve made headcanons for my fic that’s so surreal n i will forever remember this 😭😭

BUT ALSO THESE ARE SO ACCURATE PLS and all the little details omg it means sm that youve noticed all these lil thinfs throughout the fic n their relationship n i cld cry rn 😭😭

pls excuse me for addressing each n every one of these bc im so excited by them i fear this ask will be long so i’m adding a keep reading loool

sobsosbsosbsbsossbb the headcanons ab their digital fuckups LMAOO omg reader is 100% the type to be stalking him at 3am even tho she swears shes not even THAT down bad for him n then she loses all feeling in her face when she realizes she liked a post from when he was like in high school or sumn🧍🏻‍♀️there’s no coming back from that LMFAOO but i feel like gojo wldnt even notice it bc he probs gets a lot of notifs so she’s safe this time around 😭😭 BUT YOURE ALSO SO RIGHT AB HIM REREADING MESSAGES N THEN GETTING SPOOKED WHEN HE REALIZES SHE SAW THAT HE READ IT RIGHT AWAY LMAO i feel like he’d pull something like “uhhhh i was just about to trxt you, that’s why” and she’s like “🤨 this is the fifth time that’s allegedly happened”

aww reader trying to understand soccer for him 😭 thats so cute bahah also i made another headcanon recently from another anon who mentioned gojo streaming the world cup hehe it’d be so cute if reader shows up to the frat game nights in the jersey of the team that gojo’s rooting for bc she’s just trying to be a supportive girlfriend n she gets excited watching the game but she’s actually got no clue what tf is going on 💀 but gojo adores her for it so thats ok

the lockscreeennn that’s so cute 😭 also i love the idea of reader being his muse too :”) like he doesn’t know much about photography but bc of her he’s like kinda curious about it now so he’s always taking pictures of her w his phone while she’s not looking :”) i imagine his camera roll is just a bunch of candids of her while she’s dissociating off into the distance or something 🤣 n he’s like “wow so pretty im so good at this”

OK BUT READER IS ME THINKING AB GOJO EVERYWHERE I GO LMAOO no but srs that one made heart skip a beat bc how sweeettt is that 😭 i think that is a true mark of love where u think of someone everywhere you go :”) for gojo, i imagine that anytime he sees anything scenic or colorful or something like blooms of flowers or a nice sky he thinks of how she wld probably really love to take pics of it n he gets sad she’s not there to do so

okk im down for sims boyfriend gojo 🤣 and wdym by fun time omg 😭 pls dont tell me it’s possible to make people BONK on sims. ive seen a lot of tiktoks recently about how they added gojo to stardew valley n ppl have been marrying him lmfaoo i wonder if gojo wld try to marry her in sims 💀 cant tell if thats cute or creepy PLS tbh i’d probs be like “aww babe”🧍🏻‍♀️

and YES AB THE ONE WHERE SHE STARES AT GOJO’s PICS THATS PRACTICALLY CANON, also, there was supposed to be a scene exactly like that in ch8 where mina walks in on her staring at the pics she was editing for her professor 😭😭 so ur 100% right on. i just bet he looks so handsome in those photos cuz he’s concentrated n sweaty n probs looks really determined n in his element tbf i’d be starinf at those pics too LOL

YOURE SO RIGHT HAHA he’d make sure their kids are soccer prodigies 😭😭 startin them YOUNG. reader’s like “dont u think they’ve practiced enough today…they’re supposed to go to that birthday party at noon” and he’s like “THE GRIND NEVER STOPS😤🔥” 💀💀 unironically the type of dad that wakes his kids up at 5am on summer break to take em to soccer bootcamp or sumn 😭😭 ok but he knows theyre just kids n lets them have fun haha obviously but he just has high expectations for them lmaoo

im so tender to the idea of reader having played soccer in her youuuuthh how cute wld it be if she unknowingly also had a crush on gojo back when they were kids (maybe there was some sort of co-ed game they played ONCE when their elementary schools organized it n she was like omg who’s that boy over theree n it’s just 8 y/o gojo who’s got all the 2nd grade girlies swooning even back then 🤣) but in adulthood she probably doesnt rememebr that at all haha OMGGGG I NEED TO MAKE THIS CANON BC HOW ADORABLE WOULD IT BE IF GOJO’s MOM HAD TAKEN A PICTURE OF THE GAME BACK THEN N U CAN SEE LITTLE GOJO N LITTLE READER ARE IN THE SAME PHOTO im gonna sob???? im so inspired by these rn??? anon??? can i fr hug u through the screen???

omggg ok im deceased im dead ab the PICTURE IN HIS WALLET. THAT IS SO HUSBAND CODED and adorabke asf i just might melt rn 😭 him getting distarcted while paying kakskddjhd also i can imagine him having a picture in his wallet of her in her cap n gown on n stoles n everything during graduation or something bc it reminds him of their college days :”) n when he’s playing away games during national league he’s always looking at it when he’s away from home bc he misses her

also i feel like suguru might’ve taken the photo as a polaroid 🤔 now i headcanon that kickoff reader also has a polaroid camera bc why wouldnt she lmfaoo 🤣 but just imagine the polaroid relationship wall LOL its so corny but i wld want them to make one together 😩💕

screaming. crying. feeling so inspired rn. cheesing. cheeks r hurting. love u sm anon srs if you have more i will gobble them up like a turkey. LOVE YOU <333

#I MEAN JUST HOW FUCKINF SWEET ARE MY READERS I CANT RN #😭😭😭 #kickoff #asks #anon

[astayinwonderland]

SKZ Changbin hard thoughts…

a/n: these are just thoughts— smutty ones

+18 MDNI

because youuuu voted for pussydrunk!changbin and my mind went places…

pussydrunk!changbin who can’t properly focus at dance rehearsal because all he can think of is you. you. you. the tiny whimpers you make as he kisses his way south of your body.

pussydrunk!changbin who just had to take a break, go to the restroom and see all the pictures he has taken of you. legs spread, pussy coated in your sweet sweet arousal. before he know it he is fisting his cock, spitting on it to make it slick. but nothing will ever compare to you. he cums but it’s not the same. he wants you. he needs you.

pussydrunk!changbin who according to him, gives you subtle hints that he wants you “sweetheart you want some ice cream?” his eyes on you as his tongue licks the ice cream ball. your immediate reaction is to close your legs. how dare he do this to you in public?

pussydrunk!changbin who sees you fresh out of the shower wearing only your bathrobe. he showers you with compliments and sits you on the kitchen table. you protest when he parts your legs, but his mouth waters when he sees your bare cunt and you can’t deny it turns you on. “i want every single drop of your cum on my face, on my tongue. let me make you feel real good” he slowly licks a stripe and finishes by sucking your clit. “so fucking sweet”.

pussydrunk!changbin favourite thing to do is be inside you. your perfect tight little cunt swallowing his whole cock. taking him so so sooo fucking good. his brain just has the capacity of thinking how good you feel. how warm you are. how wet you are. “i love being inside you, fucking you just like this— ah—you like that sweetheart? you like that? yes, it feels so sssssoooo sssoooo good… i’m not gonna last long”.

pussydrunk!changbin fucks yet another orgasm out of you, but he wants more. he goes down on you and you can’t help but squirm. the overstimulation is a lot. “relax, relax, my sweetheart” he lazily laps his tongue on your entrance. then slowly his tongue fucks you and the feeling is ecstatic. with his thumb he begins to touch your clit softly as his other hand works on himself. “so pretty… you” lick “are” lick “amazing… you taste amazing…” and your pussy clenches while he praises you. now his fingers move to your entrance. he pushes two digits inside and curls them. you, a babbling mess squirt all over his face. “such a pretty mess, my sweetheart, i swear i can eat you out forever”.

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[pantherxrogers]

Missing You - Luca x Reader SMUT (18+ ONLY)

Content warnings: smut filled blurb, mutual masturbation, male POV, explicit language, a little degradation, dirty talk, phone sex, a sliver of angst

Summary: Luca gets a phone call from the Reader (established relationship). She's in Chicago visiting family, while he's back in Copenhagen. She's also very horny. Luckily he is too! 🤭

Author's note: I miss you all so much 🥹 I'm doing well and hope you are too! Here's a tiny blurb for you guys to read if you please. I was super out of my comfort zone on this one because: a. I haven't written anything in forever b. I never write from a male POV. Let me know what y'all think! ❤️

"Hi."

Luca's heart skips a beat when your breathy whisper cuts through the silence. He cradles the phone closer to his face, happy to hear from you at any hour.

"Hi love, you okay?" His head is swimming a little bit, coming out of a deep sleep. He cracks his eyes open, peeking over at the alarm clock on his nightstand. Bright red digits tell him that it's 2 am here.

"Yeah, 'm okay. Just missing you is all."

The sadness in your voice makes his chest ache. You've only been away for a week now, visiting family back in Chicago. Normally, Luca would be with you, but he couldn't take the time off of work.

"Miss you too, love. So much," he answers earnestly, glancing over at the empty side of your bed. A small groan slips from his throat, carrying through the phone's speaker. He hears you shuffle on the other end.

"Wish I was next to you," you whine out, causing Luca to stir in his boxers. He secretly likes when you're feeling bratty. When you're just horny enough to beg him a little bit. He'll always give into you regardless.

He has a picture in his head. You, squirming in the middle of the hotel bed, wearing an oversized t-shirt of his. Rubbing your cute little thighs together, trying to combat the growing wetness that he knows is there. His cock hardens at the thought.

"Wish you were next to me, too, baby. Tell me what you're doing."

"Lucaaaa." Embarrassment evident in your tone.

"Don't you want me to help you cum, baby?" He teases, knowing the answer already.

"Yes, please." Just a faint whisper.

"Then go ahead, angel. Tell me." Putting his phone on speaker, Luca sits up in your shared bed, leaning back against the headboard. He shuffles a little bit, exposing his bare chest to the cool air, letting the sheet fall around his hips.

"I'm-, I'm touching myself." He chuckles at the way you're still whispering through the phone.

Trailing a hand down his chest, he imagines your softer ones instead, making their way towards the growing tent in his boxers.

"Yeah, I thought so, angel," he answers, moving the sheet out of the way to rub a firm hand over his covered bulge.

The friction of his underwear makes him moan out, and he hears you squeak in response. Needing more stimulation, he rolls down the band of his boxers, hissing when the cool air meets his hard cock.

"Fuckkkkk"

"Are- are you touching yourself too?"

"Shit-, yes, baby. Can't help myself," he answers, before spitting into the palm of his hand.

Wrapping a rough hand around his cock, he starts at the base, giving himself a firm squeeze. Precum bubbles from the tip, a small amount leaking onto his hand. The slick from his own spit makes it easy to glide up and down, imagining your tight pussy milking his cock.

"Oh shit," he hears you whimper through the phone. He can tell you're getting close, the knowledge pushing him closer to the edge, too.

"Are you rubbing your little clit for me, baby?" He mocks, picturing your plush body on that hotel bed. He imagines he's there with you, pounding into you, kissing every inch of your body, showering you with affection.

"Yes, fuck-, I am," he hears your muffled voice through the phone.

"Such a dirty girl. Waking me up just to make you come," he groans, "Shoving your hand in your panties the second you get back in your hotel room, hmm?"

"'M sorry," you whimper back, both of you knowing you don't regret it at all.

"It's okay, baby. That's what I'm here for."

Luca's full on jerking himself off now, too turned on to drag this out any further. He imagines your body on top of him, full breasts in his face, pussy gripping him like a vice. He only pauses to spit into his palm again, imagining the way you leak all over him. He teases his tip with his thumb, just like you would do.

"Fuck, 'm close, baby," he groans out, a steady stream of precum oozes from his red tip. His hips buck uncontrollably, head lolling back against the headboard.

He hears your steady stream of moans on the other end, signaling your climax. A string of profanities slips through his lips, unable to hold back anymore. He feels like the orgasm will never end, white spurts shooting from his cock, making a mess of himself.

He slowly lets go off his cock, reaching over to grab some tissues from the nightstand. He chuckles to himself, feeling like a hormonal teenager again.

He hears your answering giggle, imagining the shy smile that he knows is on your face right now. His heart aches again, wishing he could be with you right now.

"Thanks for calling, love," he teases, but you both know how much he means it.

"Anytime," you respond.

"Can't wait for you to come home," he confesses, the reality of the situation weighing on him once again.

"Can't wait to come home to you," your soft voice replies, making him smile to himself.

"Gonna fuck you into the mattress when you get back." Your loud gasp sends him reeling, tears leaking from his eyes out of laughter. The way you giggle back makes his heart melt.

But you both know he means it.

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[joelswritingmistress]

You Scare Me, Professor: Chapter 31

Summary: The reader is taking graduate classes at a local university in the wooded upstate New York. She is drawn to her professor, Dr. Joel Miller, though she is also inherently aware that he has something dark about him that she can't quite put her finger on. As the reader's attraction grows deeper, she has to decide whether to endure the danger or run away as fast as possible. 

Pairing: Professor Joel Miller x f!reader 

Dr. Miller sat behind me with his arms wrapped around me in the outdoor tub. Watching the snow fall around us was surreal. 

“Is it possible that I like this place even more than the castle?” I asked aloud, sinking an inch deeper into the water to cover the tops of my shoulders. I smiled to myself when his lips touched my neck.

“I think I do, too.” Dr. Miller walked his fingers down my stomach and it made me giggle. “When did you know?” He asked.

“When did I know?”

“That you, uh..”

“When did I fall in love with you?” I asked.

“Yeah.” Dr. Miller nibbled gently on my earlobe now.

“Mmm..” I closed my eyes. “I think I fell in love with you a little bit each day.” My hand linked with his across my midsection. “Until it built up to what I'm feeling now.”

“What are you feeling now?” He asked quietly against my ear.

“Like I never want to be away from you.” I pulled his hand up out of the water and kissed the back of his knuckles. “Like I could do this forever.”

“I could, too.” Dr. Miller continued to kiss along my neck and his arms tightened around me. “You make me a better man.”

“How does something like this happen?” I wondered the thought aloud. “I've dated around and tried to find what we have. No one else ever came close.”

“I guess these things just happen.” 

I turned around to face him. “I want you every second of every day.”

“I know the feeling.”

I kissed him, finding a spot on either side of where he sat for my knees. The sudden cold against my back from emerging a few inches out of the water sent a chill up my spine. It didn't phase me.

Dr. Miller’s arms hugged around my upper body as his tongue fought for dominance over mine. Being up in the woods on the lake truly felt like some personal utopia.

We kissed. Our bodies merged. We held one another. Neither one of us held back.

Inside, after being exposed to such extreme hots and colds in the outdoors, we snuggled naked together beneath the fluffy down comforter in the bed in the loft.

I didn't know if I was warm or cold or somewhere in between. But my body felt perfectly relaxed and content in Dr. Miller’s embrace.

Long after he fell asleep I laid there awake. The moonlight cast a glow outside and I could see the snow still falling gently upon the outside world out the window.

This is even better than the castle.

I glanced over at Dr. Miller beside me. He was curled on his side, facing me snoring away. It made me huff a single, quiet laugh to myself. It made me feel like he was just as content as I was.

For whatever reason, at the late hour, I thought of the name Lou Brackett. The man who had left Dr. Miller the house and all his money.

Do I have to teach you everything? Tori had jokingly said to me at lunch when she Googled Lake Kora.

I decided to take her lead and reached for my phone on the nightstand. I punched in the four digit passcode and then clicked on the explorer icon. My thumbs typed away and searched specifically, Louis Brackett New York State.

Like any search, a collection of links popped in the form of a neat, little list in Google. Pictures of four or five different people showed up on the top and I decided I would just click on the first link - which offered every single person by that name from here to Florida.

Louis Brackett, age 52. Current city: Tampa, Florida

Louis Bracket, age 22. Current city: Raleigh, North Carolina.

The list went on, and so I went back and added the word obituary to it. I clicked the first link this time and began reading about the man. It matched up to the timeline Dr. Miller had said to me. He was in his late twenties or early thirties, which would have put Lou Brackett’s death anywhere between ten and fifteen years ago. The Lou Brackett I had found died thirteen years prior and was seventy-eight years old. The cause? Cancer. Surviving family members - zero. There was mention of the tragic death of his granddaughter, Linda Brackett.

I went back again, searching the two names together. I almost lost my breath when I read the headline of the first news story.

Grandfather Confesses to the Murder of Ace Deerfield on Death Bed.

I clicked on the link and my eyes traveled below to the contents of the main article:

Louis Brackett watched Ace Deerfield walk out of court as a free man. He had been on trial for brutally murdering Brackett’s 17 year old granddaughter, Linda Brackett. As the tragic result of a mistrial, Deerfield avoided a life sentence and served only six months in a county prison.

“He winked at me,” Brackett claimed with tears in his eyes. “That bastard winked at me because he knows what he did. There was evidence of it. He was caught doing it and because of a technicality, he gets to walk.”

The details of the case are too gruesome to detail, however there were various images of Deerfield smiling and smirking throughout the notorious trial. He was also thought to have been linked to another unsolved murder; however no charges have ever been filed.

As most of you know, Ace Deerfield was murdered fourteen months after he walked out of prison. It remained unsolved - until now.

Brackett, who also lost his wife to cancer six months ago, laid in his hospital bed with tubes up his nose attached to an oxygen tank and meekly asked hospital staff to phone the local police. They obliged, and when officers arrived on scene, the grieving grandfather confessed to the murder of Deerfield.

“He knew details that only the person who murdered Ace Deerfield would know,” Officer Bryan O’Connor explained. “We aren’t offering any more details, as the case is still unfolding.”

Less than two hours later, Louis Brackett passed away from his illness. He was never formally charged with the death of Ace Deerfield.

Wow. That wasn’t what I expected when I searched up Lou Brackett. I don’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t that. The skeletons in the metaphorical closets seemed like they were never ending. I turned to look at Dr. Miller. None of this had to do with him specifically, but the story was so wild I knew he had to have some insight to it.

Stop blaming him. I knew it would be unfair to bring it up now. If he was close to Lou Brackett, which apparently he was, it would be cold to bring up something so morbid and sad. The poor, terminally ill man turned to murder to avenge his granddaughter’s death because justice hadn’t been served. Her killer walked free.

Poor Dr. Miller has been surrounded by tragedy. 

I placed my phone back down on the nightstand and pulled the covers up past my shoulders. I ran a hand through Dr. Miller’s hair and kissed his forehead. In his sleep it made him stir and turn without waking up so his back was to me. I cuddled myself around him, wrapping my arm around his midsection and kissing the back of his shoulder.

“I love you,” I whispered to him, despite him still being asleep. As much as he took care of me,  I wanted to take care of him. He needed it - I could tell. Despite the money, the confidence, the lavish house, the charisma and the ear-to-ear grin, there was a lot of hurt; a lot of pain. I wanted to be the one to dull that pain. The future could certainly be sunnier than the darkness of the past.

I closed my eyes and rested my cheek against his bare back, holding him tight. Nothing was going to take this man away from me. He deserved a happy next chapter to his life. I was honored that I was chosen to be the one to give that to him.

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[eiightysixbaby]

This is my official request for more dommy Johnny

I need him to manhandle me so I’m on my stomach while he fucks me from behind and calls me his little slut and then takes pictures of the mess he made of me afterwards all spread out for him and praises me and tells me how good and beautiful I am for him and how he’s going to use those photos to get off later

And if you could make it a plus sized reader I will love you forever

Thank you very much

What have you done to me

gia. I can’t even begin to tell you how much I love this request.

18+ only

Stinging. Your skin is stinging where Jonathan’s hand cracked down on your ass just seconds ago. You’re vulnerable, fully exposed to him where he has you sprawled out on the mattress, ass up. He’d flipped the fabric of your skirt up, revealing the soft globes of flesh to his greedy eyes.

He’d been itching to get his hands on you all day, unable to handle the way you looked in your cute little skirt and your sweater that hugged your curves just fucking right. The way your thighs brushed together when you walked had him salivating, chewing through his leash to get between them. And he knew you’d worn the outfit on purpose, he knew you were fully aware it would get him all sorts of riled up.

So the second he’d gotten you home, he had you pinned against the wall, lips captured against his as he kissed you breathless. His hands were groping, squeezing fistfuls of flesh, uncaring if his harsh grip would bruise you. He’d led you to the bedroom, pushed you onto the mattress and laughed when you laid down on your back — as if he’d give you that luxury.

He’d moved you, manhandled you really, making sure your ass was in the air for him, your chest pressing against the mattress.

And now, well… now you’re completely at his mercy, taking every swift spank he delivers, moaning into the sheets with each delicious lick of pain.

“Thought you were so cute wearing that outfit today, huh?” he sneers, fingers tugging the waistband of your thong before letting go, allowing it to snap back against your skin. “Thought you’d have some fun by getting me all worked up?”

His hands grip your thighs, roughly spreading them apart. Fingers dig into doughy skin, kneading the flesh as he practically salivates over you. His index finger swipes over your cunt, your panties suddenly a prison that merely keep him further away from you, the lack of direct contact agitating you. You whine, wiggling your hips back into his touch. You know you’re already soaking through your underwear, and you know he’s probably already noticed.

“God, you’re so desperate for me, aren’t you?” Jonathan laughs, rubbing his big palms over the expanse of your ass.

He tugs your thong down, working it past your hips and down your legs until it’s falling to the floor. He spreads your legs once more, wider this time, forcing back a groan at the sight of your exposed pussy. Your arousal glistens against your skin, pooling between your legs.

“Fucking hell, this damn wet already?” he asks, his tone incredibly cocky. “Should’ve known, you’re such a fucking slut for me,” he continues, bringing two fingers forward to collect your juices.

He slides his digits through your folds, coating them in your arousal, making you lean into his touch.

“Yeah, baby? Feels good, huh?”

“Jonathan…” you plead, needing his hands anywhere, everywhere, feeling you and filling you.

Those same two fingers dip past your entrance, plunging inside of you with a squelch. Your mouth hangs open, a breath of air leaving it as if you’d been punched. He feels too good and it’s only his fingers, how are you going to survive more?

That question is about to get answered, as he pumps his fingers just a few times before promptly removing them. You’re about to complain about the emptiness when he’s getting on his knees, face diving between your spread thighs so he can taste you. You feel his hot tongue lick a stripe up your lips, a moan leaving him as he does it. His hands grip your ass cheeks, steadying himself as he devours you from behind.

You swear your legs go numb when he presses his tongue inside, exploring every inch he can reach. His eager mouth sucks on your clit, eliciting high-pitched moans from you. You can feel his saliva and your arousal coating you, dripping down the side of your inner thighs and onto the comforter beneath you. You have to be making a complete mess, that much you can tell, but Jonathan’s having the time of his life.

He’s devouring you — that’s the only word for it. Drinking up your juices like holy water, like it’ll cure all of his problems. Your fists grip the blankets, hips bucking as he passes his tongue quickly back and forth over your clit. You can hear the wet sloshing noises, hear his garbled moans and whimpers that clamber up out of his throat.

“You taste so fucking good, baby, could eat this pussy forever,” he praises into your core, his words sending vibrations across your skin.

He sounds absolutely gone, and he is, the only thing on his mind is you.

His cock strains against his pants, desperate to be let loose, begging to be inside of your tight little cunt. He removes his hands from your ass, unbuttoning his pants before tugging the zipper down, all while his mouth stays latched to you. You faintly hear the zipper, you register the loss of contact when he pulls his mouth away, but you’re still not ready for it when you feel the head of his cock bump against your weeping hole.

You practically suck him in, his cock fully sheathing itself inside of you with ease. Jonathan moans, gripping the plush skin around your hips before delivering another smack to your ass. The way he stretches you is phenomenal, just the right amount of fullness that keeps you so satisfied. He only stays still for a moment, tricking you into a sense of calm before he’s pulling almost entirely out and then slamming right back in. You can feel his skin flush against yours for a second before he’s repeating the action, setting a pace you can barely keep up with. His thrusts get more shallow but faster, his balls slapping against you with each movement. You can’t form a coherent sentence, can barely choke out his name in the midst of all of this, and you know it’s only spurring him on.

“Such a stupid little slut, aren’t you? Can’t even talk?” he taunts, gripping your hips harder. You babble something unintelligible, your cheeks heating when you hear him snort out a laugh in response. “My poor baby, getting fucked so dumb she can’t remember how to use her words,” he says, pulling your back against his chest, his mouth mere centimeters from your ear as he purrs into it.

You mewl, your walls clenching around him at his humiliating words. He lets you drop back down, your body slumping forward onto the mattress once more. A low groan escapes him as he watches you, the recoil of your ass with each snap of his hips to yours nearly too much for him to take. One hand snakes around to your underside, gripping the flesh of your tummy before moving up under your sweater to toy with your nipples. You hiss, pleasure running straight down to your core, flames igniting between your thighs.

“Oh — oh my fucking god,” you gasp, his cock hitting your sweet spot repetitively.

“Yeah? You like when I fuck you like this?” he grits, his voice straining with the growing difficulty of keeping his composure.

“Y-yes, fuck, Jonathan,” you cry, your eyes rolling back as you hurtle closer to orgasm.

“That’s right, baby. Take what I give you like a fucking whore,” he rasps. Whines and moans are leaving your mouth consistently now, barely a moment of silence as he ruins you.

“I’m s-soooooo fucking close,” you tell him, the words coming out like more of a plea for his help than a mere fact.

“I’ll get you there, baby. Come on, soak my cock, angel,” he encourages, fingers finding your clit and rubbing circles on the sensitive bundle.

You pinch your eyes shut, brows furrowing as he tips you over the edge. You can feel yourself gush around him, your heartbeat pounding in your ears as he fucks you right through each wave of near-overwhelming pleasure. His movements grow sloppier, everything more slippery than it was before. His fingers grip the meat of your ass impossibly hard, nails digging in, making you bite down on your bottom lip.

“Gonna cum in this fucking pussy, baby, make a mess of you,” he warns, and barely a few seconds later you feel him tense inside of you.

His cock pulses, every drop of his release filling your abused cunt as he slows the rocking of his hips. Your hands tentatively loosen their grip on the sheets, your body going limp as he pulls out of you.

“God damn, you’re fucking wrecked, baby,” he pants, his eyes raking over your puffy lips and glistening thighs.

He doesn’t think it can get any better than this, having you sprawled out on his bed with his cum leaking out of you. He has half a mind to shove it back inside of you with his fingers, but he opts to just admire you instead.

You can hear him shuffling around the room behind you, but you can’t bring yourself to lift your head to see what he’s doing. Until you hear the camera click, see the flash going off, and you know he’s taking photos to keep in his private stash. Getting your pussy perfectly in the frame, making sure to capture how destroyed you are after him. You arch your back, spreading your legs wider to really give him a nice view, even stretching your arm down to let your fingers toy with your clit just for a moment.

“Fuck, holy shit you’re so damn beautiful,” he praises, setting the Polaroid down once he’s decided he’s content.

He sits beside you, showing you the pictures as they start to develop. “I’m absolutely getting off to these, baby. Every fucking night I can’t be with you, I’m breaking these out,” he presses a kiss to your lips. “You’re so fucking perfect,” another kiss, and another.

“No fair, I need pictures of you, too,” you pout.

He spreads out on the bed, his leaking cock staring you in the face, already growing hard again.

“Take some, then. I’m all yours.”

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[school-of-roses]

｡⋆୨୧˚*Introduction to Cord Cutting*˚୨୧⋆｡

A cord cutting spell is a spell designed to remove toxic attachments.  They are often used to make sure that the attachments you have to someone are fully severed.  They are most often used to get over breakups where the attachment to the person no longer serves you, or to otherwise cut off connections to people that are otherwise unhealthy and not conducive to your continued growth as a person.  This is based in the idea that every attachment to someone forms a line of energy between you and them.  By doing a cord cutting spell you are effectively severing that line of energy or “cord” as per the name.

While you do not necessarily have to stop talking to the person, if you have made the decision to get someone out of your life forever this is where you should turn.

Techniques and Types

There are a number of ways to go about performing a cord cutting spell.  Most of them involve some degree of visualization or otherwise use representation to separate you from another person.  Depending on the origin of the attachment, or otherwise how you intend to remove the person from your life, the technique that works best for you might vary.  Some things might work better depending on the circumstances.  Feel free to add your own twist and trust your intuition, as likely, you know your feelings best.

Many of these involve physically cutting things, or otherwise use fire, so, as always, be careful! Scissors and Slices

One of the easiest and least supply intensive ways to perform a cord cutting spell is to take a piece of paper and put the names of both parties on them.  Whether you draw a line connecting the two or otherwise just have them being on the same paper representing the connection, the effect is similar.  Take a pair of scissors, or if you want a more visceral feeling to it, take the paper in both hands.  As you separate the names physically, picture the line between you severing.

Wick Tie Burning

One of the more common cord cutting spells involves two candles.  One candle represents you, and one candle represents the other person.  What kind of candle you use for this is going to vary from person to person.  For example, this can be connected to how you associate them, or be more reflective of the nature of the relationship.  A relationship you want to escape because you’re worried for your safety might feature more black candles.  Some suggest when prepping that you write your names, or otherwise use initials/ something similar directly onto the candles.  Either you find two candles with sufficiently long wicks, or others use a seperate piece of string connecting the two. To sever the cord you light where the wicks are tied together and allow the fire to find the candles.  There is mixed opinions as to whether the candles should be allowed to burn all the way down.  Depending on how you set it up, this might be preferable.  If you plan to let them burn all the way down to manifest, you probably picked candles you will be willing to use for this purpose in the first place.  Otherwise, let them burn until you feel like it has come to completion.  You should know better than anyone when that point is. Photo Removal

Something others find a lot of catharsis in, and could just as easily be used for spellwork is the act of removing someone’s face from a photograph.  Photos are often representative of memories.  By removing them from your photos you are removing their memory from getting to have a place in your life.  This can be done digitally, but few will argue that there is some kind of power to removing their visage from your present physically.  Other forms of this involve crossing out the eyes or scribbling over faces. One that I personally enjoy is the act of removing the face and replacing it with another.  Doing this in your memory as well can undercut the power they have and remove them from any place they have or even ever had over your life.  It doesn’t even always have to make sense.  You can replace their face with someone who makes you happy, or a cute animal because that animal deserves more space in your mind than they do. Bay Leaves Me Alone

Another technique I’m familiar with, though I don’t have personal experience with this one, is using charcoal and bay leaves.  You write the name of the person on a bay leaf using the charcoal and then burn it.  I have heard of bay leaf manifestations before and they follow a very similar process.  Because of this it might be a good idea to cross out the name on the bay leaf and make it very clear that the thing you want to manifest is getting rid of them.  Otherwise scribbling out their name could have a similar effect.

Worth noting here is that many guides for bay leaf manifestations say it is perfectly fine using pens instead of charcoal.  I would only not suggest this because you’d be breathing burning ink.  Which lets be fair, if burning leaves and herbs is already kind of walking a fine line, burning pen ink isn’t gonna be high on the list of health and safety activities.  Charcoal is less likely to cause the same problems.  

As always, be careful when burning things, but with this specifically make sure you have a dish or other fireproof container to allow the bay leaf to burn in.  Most suggest burning it over a candle and then transferring it to a bowl once it’s lit so it can burn and smoke.

The (Un)ties That Bind

One of the first forays into knot magic, this kind of cord cutting spell involves getting a piece of string or yarn.  I have done this with one string, representing my own ties, but if you feel it is more appropriate and representative of the situation, you can use two different strings to represent you and the other person.  Everything from color choice to type of string is a very personal choice since, at the end of the day, this is your relationship.

Picture your relationship in your mind and start aggressively tangling the string, letting your intuition dictate how tangled it should be until you feel it suitably represents your entanglement with the person.  When I did this, I closed my eyes and tied the string behind my back, going entirely by feeling.  Then I opened my eyes and pulled the string back in front of me.  

The real unbinding involved is the conscious effort to untie the knot.  With every bit you spend untying the knot you are removing yourself from the entanglement.  You are untying yourself from the other person. And Stay Out! Once you have done the spell, it is a good idea to cleanse after.  This is the case for a lot of spells, but this one especially because you’re going to want to remove any residual energy.  Cleansing, banishing (similar to cleansing, but more aggressive usually), and warding afterwards to make sure that not only is it severed, but it cannot reform is something to keep in the back of your mind for afterwards.  Intend the energy out, and then send it away.  You may also take this time to get rid of the ingredients you used for the act, whether that be throwing them away, burying them, throwing them in the sea, or just flushing them.

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[lifeiskentastic]

First meeting of gn!Reader and Dan (photoshoot included)

Gif by @gargoyles42

A/N: this is so short and silly but I love Dan so much, sorry 😭😭

Summary: gn!Reader takes pictures of Dan behind his back. But Dan notices anyway, so…

Word count: 450 words;

Half Nelson is just a must-watch movie btw!

You were a sports photographer specializing in school tournaments (because nothing else of note can happen in this town). Although no one wouldn't know it from your photos. Well, what could you do with yourself if the coach of this school's women's basketball team is the most photogenic (and incredibly handsome) creature you've ever met? Your professionalism as a photographer simply demanded that you capture his every graceful movement!

'Are you taking a picture of me?'

Your hands shuddered, almost dropping the camera to the gym floor. You must have gotten the wrong idea that the man whose photographs hang in front of your desk at home was talking directly to you. It simply couldn't be!

But to make sure of this one hundred and one percent, you cautiously looked out from behind the camera and suddenly met your eyes with the coach. It's true. Your finger has already pressed the flash on automatic to catch this really rare shot of Dan looking directly into the lens.

'Sorry...'

Of course, having a camera, you had to know the etiquette of every photographer, whose first commandment literally reads: 'Do not photograph people without their permission'. But this did not stop you anyway. At least you had the opportunity to apologize...

You expected a well-deserved public shaming, or at least a lecture on primitive concepts of human morality, but instead you got... A gentle smile on Dan's serene face? You blinked in shock.

'Pfft, why? I'm part of the team in a way, so it's only logical that you should take my picture.' He arched an eyebrow, still looking you straight in the eye, which made you unable to relax. 'If you want, I could even pose for you, haha.'

If the first time you still found the strength to hold the camera in your hands, now you were really dangerously close to breaking a few hundred dollars over one (not so) innocent phrase.

But it was too early for your lens to break, because Dan was striking his most intricate poses in front of you. And until you've taken as many photos as this digital machine in your palms can take, you won't let it go.

And you could have sworn this photo shoot would have gone on forever if Dan hadn't been called away by his students for some urgent coaching business. Perhaps it was for the best, because the camera screen had been flashing an annoying warning about the lack of memory for a long time.

'You'll have to show them to me later!'

You only had time to nod before Dan went back to his duties. You smiled to yourself, already imagining how you would show these wonderful photos.

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[jungk0oksthighs]

Over The Odds | Between Us

Pairing - jungkook x reader

Genre - angst, smut, fluff, S2L, ceo!jungkook, sugardaddy!jungkook

Word count - 4.4k

You drunkenly admit how you really feel about Jungkook to your best friend Jimin 

warnings: oc gets waaaasted, swearing, self-loathing, regret, angst 

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It’s been almost four weeks since the video leaked, thankfully the press coverage has finally dwindled down into barely anything new – though copies of the video still linger on the depths of the internet. You figure it’s time to get some normality back into your life now, a sense of routine, you can’t keep living in your best friend’s bed forever. As tempting as that does sound.

According to Taehyung the police are no closer to finding the source of the leak, much to your disappointment. You hope with every bone in your body that it’s proven Jungkook didn’t do this, but you know even if he’s innocent it’s too late – you’ve ignored his messages and calls for weeks, contact has dwindled down from over thirty missed calls a day to two, and barely any text messages. Just as you warm to the idea that maybe he didn’t do this, he’s slowly but surely taking the hint that you want to be left alone, what’s surprising to you is how upsetting you find this.

You’ve thought about calling him so many times, typed out so many text messages that ultimately you ended up deleting. There’s a part of you that wants to see him, a part of you that knows he’s not the culprit behind the demise of your life. But as he’s slowly giving up and respecting your previous wishes to cut contact with you, you don’t know if now is the right time to reach out to him. Perhaps some things are better left unsaid.

“You okay?” Jimin asks, pausing the TikTok video he’d been watching on repeat for the last five minutes, some kind of fireman thirst trap. The two of you are laid in bed together on a late Saturday afternoon.

“Yeah I’m fine,” You offer a reassuring smile, “Do you wanna go out tonight?” You ask, and he widens his usually small eyes.

“Like out out?” His confusion comes as no surprise to you, you’ve barely left the house for a whole month and now you’re suggesting a night out in London, the complete opposite of what you’ve been getting up to these days.

“Yeah.” You nod, you know you can’t live this way forever – sooner or later you’re going to have to show your face outside. And what better excuse could you have for getting absolutely paralytic drunk, “But I’m not going to Black Swan.”

Jimin shifts closer to you in the bed, throwing his muscular leg over yours, “Are you sure you’re ready to go out? What if people see us? I don’t mind staying in, really.”

At this you shake your head, “No I want to go out, besides we’ve already watched everything on Netflix and we finally finished that jigsaw,” You grin, “I think it’s a sign.”

Your best friend chuckles, sleepily rubbing his eyes as he finally locks his phone and shuts off TikTok, “It has been a while since we went out hasn’t it? I’m down. As long as you’re sure?”

“I’m one million percent sure, on one condition,” You hold up a slender digit with an amused expression, “Don’t ditch me for that guy you’ve been seeing, no matter how sexy he is.”

He sighs dramatically but eventually gives into your request, “Deal.”

Soon enough you’re walking down a street in Camden littered with pubs and clubs, linking arms with the only man you’ll ever trust with your whole heart. Jimin looks good tonight, he opted for a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up and fitted navy blue trousers, his brunette hair is parted in a way which flaunts his thick eyebrows and exposes his forehead. At the risk of sounding arrogant you look good tonight also, wearing a tight high-neck burgundy PVC dress that makes your breasts and bum look plump and amazing, your waist looks snatched as the material clings to you in all the right places, paired with strappy heels of the same colour. You figure if the paparazzi want to get pictures of you, you might as well give them something worth photographing. It’s official, you finally don’t give a fuck about what anybody has to say about you – you’re out with Jimin to have a fun night, everybody else can fuck off.

“Gotta say I love the bad bitch vibes you’re giving tonight.” Jimin chuckles, squeezing your forearm as your heels clink against the pavement.

“I’m done crying about it now,” You say with confidence, and for the most part you genuinely believe that, “What’s done is done.”

“Well it’s good to have you back Y/N.” Jimin beams, leading you into a grungy-looking punk night club.

“It’s good to be back darling,” You ignore the way the bouncer recognises you straight away and step inside, “Shots?”

As expected the paparazzi spot your arrival and snap hundreds of pictures of you, your only response is to smile and pose with the man you arrived with, ignoring their questions about Jungkook and the video entirely. There was a time when this would’ve forced you to tears, but just like you said to Jimin moments ago – you’ve done your crying, it’s time you took control of your life and started living again.

Eventually the swarm of cameras starts to fizzle out, presumably as they realised you’re not going to entertain their presence aside from a few photographs. For the first time in a long time you feel empowered as you continue to ignore their questions, instead choosing to drink an unholy amount of alcohol that eventually has you feeling … more than a little drunk.

“Let’s dance!” You grip Jimin’s elbow and drag him to the glowing dancefloor that’s pulsating rhythmically to the beat of the song.

“I think you need to slow down.” He chuckles, though there’s a flicker of caution in his eyes.

“I’m fine!” You yell, exaggeratedly pointing toward your huge smile. It’s around thirty minutes and six drinks later when you’re swaying your hips to the lyrics of a song that a girl stumbles into your body, earning you to spill the contents of your drink onto the ground.

“I am so sorry!” She gasps, she must be having a good night you think to yourself, her eyes are hooded and drunk-stained red.

“It’s okay!” You reassure her, you’re in too much of a good mood to really care. It could’ve been worse after all.

The girl’s mouth falls open, a realisation hitting her like a tonne of bricks, “I know you!”

This gets your attention. You’re giving the girl a once over, she’s stunning – her eyes are the palest bluest thing you’ve ever seen, contrasting against her deep olive skin and jet black hair that’s slicked back into a high ponytail. She has an amazing figure too, one fit enough to pull off leather hot pants and a pink corset, envy washes over you at how beautiful she is – but you still don’t recognise her.

“You do?” Your brow quirks, Jimin’s too.

“You’re Y/N!” She yells, clapping her hands together loudly, “You’re Jungkook’s girlfriend!”

Oh. That’s how she knows you. You fight the urge to grimace as you register she must’ve seen the video, a deadly cocktail of vodka and fury bubbling within.

“Have we met?” You ignore the mention of Jungkook’s name, as it sends a particularly hard pang to your chest. Maybe drinking this much wasn’t such a good idea after all, the room is spinning but you can still make out her evil grin.

She shakes her head, “No, I’m his ex-girlfriend.” Jealousy adds fuel to the fire already threatening to explode inside your body, “I’m Jennie!”

“Oh!” You say surprised, in the time that you and Jungkook were together you’d never heard her name, nor did you realise he had any exes – he’d always told you that you were his first, “I didn’t-, sorry I’m a little drunk,” You chuckle mostly to yourself, “I didn’t know he had any exes!” You admit as Jimin watches on in horror.

“That’s weird,” She bites her lip seductively, “I guess he forgot about me… Being so busy in that beach hut with you.”

“The fuck did you just say?” Alcohol talks for you, throwing any decorum you have completely out the window. In life there are two kinds of people, the people that stand there and take shit from others – and the people that don’t. This is the moment you choose to be the latter.

Jennie giggles, “It’s hardly a secret now is it? Count yourself lucky, he was never that… Passionate with me.” Not only does Jungkook have an ex-girlfriend you know nothing about, but she’s also watched the video, and she’s also a fucking bitch.

“Lucky?!” You scoff, “You think—”

“Y/N.” Jimin grips your arm before you can fully raise it to her face, something you hadn’t even realised you were close to doing until now. The strobe lights flash on your best friend’s stern face, he’s not half as drunk as you are and so you trust his judgement over yours, “Come on lets go.”

“…Okay.” You breathe out, nodding in agreement. There are cameras all over the club, each one focussed on your every move. You’re drunk, you’re angry, but most importantly of all you know that Jimin is right, you need to leave before you do something you’ll regret.

“Tell daddy to answer my calls.” Jennie winks, and that’s the last thing you remember seeing before Jimin escorts you out of the club.

You’re fuming, understandably given how someone you’d never even met before tried to provoke you, deep down you know all she wanted was a reaction – and you already regret giving her one. Vodka, whiskey and gin swims in your bloodstream and fogs your senses as you stumble into the dimly lit street, clinging on to Jimin’s strong arm for dear life.

“Don’t do it.” He warns, watching you haphazardly pull your phone from your bag, “You’ll regret it tomorrow.”

“That sounds like a problem for future Y/N.” You slur, heading straight to yours and Jungkook’s text message thread. “I wanna know why he didn’t tell me about his ex—"

“Come on let’s go home, you’re wasted.” Jimin sighs, draping your left arm over his shoulders as you continue to fumble with your phone in the right. The fresh air enveloping your body only emphasises just how much you’ve had to drink, Jimin is right – you are wasted.

“I want to see him.” You admit with a sad smile, you feel so guilty about the things you said when you last saw him.

“Tonight’s not the night for that, if you feel the same way tomorrow you have my blessing to message him.” He’s walking slowly, probably because you’re dragging your feet on the ground and resting all your weight on him.

“I miss him so much.” You hum, closing your eyes.

Jimin exhales, sounding almost relieved, “I know you do.”

“Just-, just between us I think that I loved him.” Your tone oozes regret, your breath is hot on his cheek as you fall into his body, thankfully he catches you in time just before you hit the cold pavement.

“Just between us I know that you still do.”

--

When you wake you’re lying face down in Jimin’s double bed, alone, almost suffocating in the feather pillow. You groan at the banging sensation in your skull, reaching to your phone that’s being charged atop of the small bed side table. It’s midday. Sunlight burns your body through the crack in the grey curtains, you don’t remember getting home or getting changed into a pair of Jimin’s blue and purple checked pyjamas but here you are, confused and very hungover.

Last night is a blur, you can’t recall anything specific that happened – save for drinking more than you could handle.

You groan again, praying to every higher power that you didn’t say or do anything too embarrassing on your drunken endeavours, but when you unlock your phone you’re greeted with a message thread that confirms your biggest fears.

Y/N: Com and get me please I wamt to see you

Jungkook: Where are you? Are you safe?

Y/N: I miss you Kook

Jungkook: Where are you? I’m on my way

Y/N: Why didn you tel me yoiur ex

Jungkook: Answer the phone

Jungkook: Please

Y/N: She is stunnin g

Jungkook: What? Answer the phone

Jungkook: Are you safe?

Y/N: Jimin

Jungkook: Are you with him?

Jungkook: Answer your phone

“Jimin?!” Your voice is croaky and sore, winning you to cough into your shoulder, you feel so violently ill but you need answers, you need to know what happened last night and what prompted you to message your ex sugar daddy, “Jimin come here please!”

Nothing. He must be at the gym. And so you dial his number instead.

“Hey Y/N.” Jimin sounds out of breath, “How you feeling?”

“What happened last night?” You whine with pouted lips, covering your face with your free hand.

“Don’t be mad at me you’re the one who messaged him.” He chuckles, you hear beeps from a treadmill in the background, presumably as he decreases his speed, “I tried to talk you out of it, you said it was a problem for future Y/N.”

You stifle yet another disappointed groan, “Yeah that sounds like me.”

“Is he awake?”

“How am I supposed to know? I’ve only just seen the messages.” You frown, you haven’t been awake long enough to function properly yet.

“How long have you been up?” He sounds confused, you get the feeling you’re missing something bigger here.

“Less than two minutes.”

“Ah,” Jimin clicks his tongue, “There’s pain killers for you in the living room.”

“Thank you so much.” You sigh, mustering the courage to get out of bed, your body is screaming that it needs water.

“I’m gonna go, but… Don’t be mad, okay?”

“Why would I be mad?” Your bare feet hit the carpet as you gather strength for the short walk to the water and pain killers. Jimin ends the call abruptly, winning you to frown and quietly curse him under your breath.

A quiet knock on the bedroom door startles you, you freeze on the bed and glance around the room for any possible weapons. Jimin’s at the gym, he lives alone, or at least he did until you moved in. The wooden door opens slowly, with caution, and for the first time in almost a month your eyes meet Jungkook’s.

“Hey,” He clears his throat, his voice is huskier than you remember it, “I brought you some water and pain killers.” He doesn’t come into the room, he remains in the doorway holding your hangover cure.

The first thing you notice is that his hair is a little longer, the raven locks messily cover his hooded eyes in places. He looks…bigger than you remember him, his black oversized Balenciaga t shirt doesn’t seem so oversized anymore. He’s wearing tight jeans of the same colour and Doc Martens, all tied together with a pained expression contorting his sharp features.

“What are you doing here?” Your voice is merely a whisper, you know you look like shit right now, you can’t bring yourself to look him in the eye. Instead you settle your vision on the long silver chain he’s wearing.

“You don’t remember?” He exhales, somewhat shakily. You don’t need to look at him to know that he’s gazing at you with something indescribable.

At this you shake your head, you don’t remember a thing.

“You texted me and asked me to pick you up… But I couldn’t make sense of the messages so I called Jimin,” He clears his throat again, “He said that you were really drunk, he was struggling to get you home so I came and got you.”

“But you hate driving.” Is all you manage to say.

“I know,” The hint of a smile ghosts his lips, “But you needed me.”

Silence falls upon the messy room, your clothes from last night are strewn across the floor. You cringe, wishing you could remember anything past being on the dancefloor with Jimin. It’s when you see your black lacy underwear at the foot of the bed, next to the newly completed Disney Princess jigsaw that you have to ask:

“We didn’t-, nothing happened did it?”

“No,” He reassures you, chewing his lower lip nervously, “You were wasted Y/N, I wouldn’t take advantage of you like that.”

“…I know,” You breathe out, “I’m sorry.” There’s a small pause before you speak again, “Thank you for bringing me back here, but... Why did you stay?” You find the courage to look at his face, immediately retting that decision. He’s still so handsome, so effortlessly handsome, and he’s looking at you with so much sadness in his eyes that your heart aches.

“Jimin slept out, but he wasn’t going to leave you on your own in that state, he almost cancelled on whoever he was supposed to be meeting so… I said I’d stay with you and told him to go. Don’t worry I slept on the sofa.”

“I don’t need a babysitter I’m a big girl,” You chuckle awkwardly, mostly to yourself, “But thank you, you can come in you know.”

Despite the obvious tension weighing the air in the room, you have to admit you’ve missed Jungkook. You feel comfortable in his presence, you feel safe. You watch him cautiously step over the threshold of the bedroom, his inked fingers graze yours as he passes you the items he initially brought for you.

“So… You’re okay?” He asks, awkwardly sitting next to you on the bed.

“This isn’t my first hangover.” You smile, genuinely smile upon smelling the familiar scent of his expensive cologne. “I’m sure I’ll be fine.”

“No I meant-,” He smiles back, he’d almost forgotten all about your brattish sense of humour, “…How have you been?”

“Fine.” You lie, trying to save face. It’s so obvious you’re not fine. “How have you been?” You throw the white pills to the back of your throat and chug them down with the glass of water, placing it on the side table when it’s empty.

“Fine.” He lies too, it’s obvious he isn’t fine either, he’s palming his knees anxiously, “So you you mentioned that you met Jennie last night?”

Ah, Jennie. Jungkook’s ex-girlfriend. It all comes rushing back to you, how beautiful she was, how much of a fucking bitch she was… How she referred to Jungkook as daddy, just like you once had.

“Mmm,” You nod, “She’s stunning.” You look at him for any kind of reaction, but he doesn’t react at all, instead he stares at the television in the corner of the room – even though it’s turned off and only displays the faint reflection of your conversation.

“Mmm.” He doesn’t agree nor disagree with your comment much to your disappointment, ruffling his hair, “Was she rude to you?” He sounds tired.

“A little, nothing I couldn’t handle.”

To this he chuckles, the sound alone makes your heart pound even harder as he’s turning to face you, “Of course not. Things with her didn’t end well, so I’m sorry if she said something to you.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you have an ex-girlfriend?” Curiosity gets the better of you as you try not to get completely lost in his big brown doe-eyes. “I mean I guess it’s none of my business now but--”

“She’s not an ex-girlfriend. She was-, you know…”

“Oh…” It hits you, she’s an ex-sugar baby of his. Of course you knew that there had been others before you, but you’d never pried into his past or asked many questions about it – mostly because your self-esteem can’t handle the idea of him being with another woman. Especially not a woman like her. The memory of her calling him daddy makes much more sense to you now, you grimace. “She wants you to answer her calls by the way.”

“Well that’s not gonna happen.” He’s quick to dismiss you, you watch his Adam’s apple bob in his throat when his eyes focus on your lips for a split second, “Uh-, I should go, I’m glad you’re okay. I’ve never seen you that drunk before.”

“I’m not sure I’ve ever been that drunk before.” The corners of your mouth turn up ever so slightly, as do his, “I’m really sorry.”

“Don’t apologise, I’m just glad you’re safe—”

“No,” Your hand quickly finds his hard shoulder as you stop him in his tracks, “I’m sorry about what I said to you the last time I saw you.” It feels so good to finally get that off your chest.

Jungkook nods slowly, trying to ignore how he still melts beneath your touch, “Everybody says shit they don’t mean out of anger.” He sighs, peeking his head around the room, not daring to look you in the eye.

“You didn’t.” You remind him.

“I wasn’t angry.” Now he’s looking at you, and it’s intense, “I’m upset that you think I’m the one who leaked the video, but I was never angry, not with you anyway.”

“Jungkook…” You whisper his name for what feels like the first time in forever. Deep down you know he didn’t do what you initially accused him of, now that you’ve calmed down you can feel he’s just as devastated by this as you are, “I-, I don’t think it was you. I mean I did, but… God the things I said… I’m so sorry.”

“I’ve missed you Y/N.” His expression is unreadable, while you don’t expect him to forgive you his words give you a spark of hope, and you cling onto that spark with everything you have.

“I’ve missed you too.”

“I called you every day,” He loosely grips your wrist and removes it from his shoulder, settling for lacing his fingers with yours, “I texted you every day… You asked Taehyung if he thought you should call me, and then never did.”

“I know.” You gently squeeze his hand, guilt gnawing your insides for ignoring him all this time, you try and justify yourself even though you’re well aware that he has every right to feel the way he feels, “I needed space to process everything… I really am sorry.”

“I know.” He squeezes your hand back, his voice low and full of emotion, “I just wish you would’ve told me that rather than storming out my apartment and never coming back.”

“I-,” You’re nodding in agreement, you know you’ve fucked up, “I know.”

Your phone buzzing wins you both to look at the source of the vibrations, it’s face down against the bed sheets so you’ve no idea who’s calling you – nor do you care at this moment in time.

“Are you gonna get that?” Jungkook asks, comfortably rubbing his thumb across the top of your index finger.

“It can wait.” You give him an apologetic smile, keeping a tight grip of his tattooed hand, “I really don’t expect you to forgive me…”

“Forgive you? Y/N you’ve done nothing wrong.”

“I’ve been ignoring you for weeks.”

To this he sighs knowingly, closing his eyes, “I’m not saying you handled things perfectly because you didn’t,” He shifts his weight on the bed, turning his body to face you completely as he sits cross-legged, “But neither did I, I’m just glad you’re okay. I’ve been worried about you.”

“It was rough at first, but I’m okay. I’ve been worried about you too, I’ve been Googling you every five minutes.” You chuckle at how pathetic your honesty sounds, mirroring his movements and sitting cross-legged on the bed facing him, your hand still swallowed by his.

“I swear I had nothing to do with the leak.”

“I know, and I believe you.”

“So what happens now?” His question comes after a brief comfortable silence, catching you off-guard, “Between us.”

You grab his other hand and look him dead in the eye, realising nothing else matters, not how messy the bedroom is, not how badly your head aches from the hangover, not the paparazzi nothing. Just you and him.

“I’ve missed you so much Jungkook.”

“I know, and I believe you.” He copies your words with the faintest yet most genuine smile, “I’ve missed you too.”

“So what does happen now?” You’re nervous, you don’t know what you expect him to say but your rapidly beating heart wants nothing more than for him to accept your apology and hold you in his arms. You feel like an idiot for taking so long to realise that he could never hurt you in the ways you accused him of, whenever you’ve needed him he’s been there for you. In an ironic twist of fate when you needed him the most you were the one who pushed him away. “Between us?”

At this his profile turns serious, he’s frowning, staring at you so intensely that you feel almost small, his eyes are shiny and resemble exactly how they looked the night you left him. His head nods once, twice, three times as he braces himself, he lets go of your hands and tightly grips either side of your jaw, his palms warm against your cheeks as he desperately pulls your face closer to his.

“Come here.” 

x

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[reallyhardy]

PLAYTIME!

weird kind of a post but i just wanted to be nerdy about and highlight my summer position - while i'm a digital picture-draw-er most of the time and a bag sewist some of the time, for one little chunk of the year i'm a play facilitator at the whitworth art gallery and every august (where possible) - i'm not interested in having my own children but i love working with them and taking part in something enriching and educational and awesome. sooooo

since 2018 there's been a creative play session on for families every summer holiday. the first one ever was 'the sandpit one' where the learning engagement team turned our learning studio into this bigass sandpit - can be seen in the below video from 0:17 - 0:25:

and it was the beginning of a real shift in the gallery from like... 'make and take' arts and crafts and into creative play sessions (i joined as a volunteer juuust after the sandpit one so we always talk about it but i wasn't actually there for it.)

the next year instead of sand we did water - i was there for this one but i only facilitated a couple days of it. great fun we used a lot of the same things (beakers, sieves, ladles) to play, just in water instead of sand.

i wasn't involved in 'PLAYTIME AT HOME' during covid lockdowns but the theme was mud and i believe the learning engagement team set out ideas for how to play with the mud using stuff most people have at home:

and then another during 2021, this one's good it features annabel one of the artists here who is so much fun, i think she's the coolest. here she and lucy (the learning engagement co-ordinator) explain how it went down:

when we made it 2022 that's when i really came ON BOARD in a big way, and i got to be a play facilitator every day that we were on in something called our scrap studio - we had heaps of stuff from a place called the 'scrap centre' in leeds that rescues packaging material from manufacturing companies - and we had it all to built with and put together and play around in and it was SO much fun. my job all of last august was just to hang around and watch fun happen and it was just so, so mega. mega fun.

(for whatever reason they don't have the 2022 summer video on youtube booo but i do have a twitter link here)

and then THIS summer we're trying to link it up to the 'economics the blockbuster' exhibition currently on inside the gallery so we've got play markets and play 'currency'

and we're having kids make concoctions with our mud kitchens and it's been very cute and fun seeing them 'selling' them to their parents. and to me. it's just been a blast. i hope to just keep doing it forever. also i've been taking pics for my outfit every time and they all include this grey apron 🤣 but it's important it signifies that i'm in charge

#loren talks #Youtube #anyway into the third week now. two more after this. right on until the 31st

[xhdream]

wait okay I have TWO THOUGHTS 🤭 and they’re both about jungsu bc I have issues anyway

Jungsu who lets you get away with your teasing and bratty behavior in public but at home?? Oh as soon as that front door closes he has you bent over the counter, panties down and he’s suddenly livid. Talking about how you’re a dirty whore and deserve to be punished. His favorite form of punishment is fingering you until you’re at the brink of an orgasm only for him to pull his digits out and mock you!!!!! 😮‍💨 he’s slapping your pussy so good tew like?!?!? snickering in your ear about how “you need to be a big girl and take the punishment he gives” AH OKAY? Or maybe even a little bit of “sluts don’t deserve to cum do they? don’t think so, sweetheart” pls I’m losing itttt

THE SECOND THOUGHT I HAVE… so like jungsu who is OBSESSEDDDD with marking and will silently beg for you to mark him up during sex and whatnot. Jungsu who purposely buys you the pretty pink & red lipsticks because he wants to have them temporarily stain his skin alongside the sloppy hickeys you leave on his chest and neck, maybe even a few on his jawline so he can brag about you to the other members (jungsu would totally be the type to constantly talk ab his s/o imo!!!) imagine wearing one of the said lipsticks he’d bought you and giving him the best head of his whole damn life phewww and when yours done his dick has delicious rings of pink and red up and down the shaft, like little tattoos of where your mouth had been. He’d be so impressed and elated by it too he’d take a few pictures JKSSWOSIJZ

in conclusion I really really really want this man to ruin my life!!!!!!!! Also if this is incoherent PLS ITS 1 AM AND IM KINDA GOING CRAZYYY😭😭

and here you are RUINING MINE with these thoughts oh my GOD listen … HEAR ME OUT

why not combine both?????????

jungsu who is once again frustrated with your bratty attitude, but is trying to think of a new way to get it back at you. the number of times he’s punished you is not small, and his techniques are beginning to repeat themselves, so he wants something new. something he knows is going to really make you mad and wet ofc. so he starts his punishment early - he doesn’t fuck you for days. one day he’s busy practicing, another he’s working on a song, the next he has a meeting. and so on, and so on. until one night he’s finally chilling in your bedroom, and you get on top of him fully naked. he reminds you about the punishment you still have yet to take, and you get soo excited. you’re so freaking needy and horny, you will take anything - you cannot wait for him to make your behind red, all marked with the shape of his palm; you cannot wait for his fingers to ruin your pussy with an hour long edging and multiple orgasms that feel like forever. but he has something different in mind. instead, he makes you wear your new pretty lipsticks he bought you and give him the best deep throat you’re capable of. he picks you by the hair to check if the color is still there and if it’s not he makes you reapply it before sucking him back into your mouth. after he cums he erases completely the lipstick with his mouth, giving you mindblowing erotic kisses that make your legs shake, and then he puts another color himself - this time hot red maybe? he squeezes your jaw harshly, putting the lipstick on very carefully while you think that maybe now he’s going to touch you. however, he lays down forcing you to cover his whole body up and down with kisses while his orgasm cools down. “press harder, sweetheart, i can barely see this one.” you even draw a few hearts on his chest with the lipstick 🥲 you suck his neck desperately while sitting in his lap and he’s soo happy to feel you dripping. your hole is probably clenching around nothing too. after you’re done with this task, he orders you to make him cum again. he fills your mouth and you swallow every drop like the good girl you are trying to be. he swipes your lips with his tip, enjoying the red stains all over his length. “made my cock look all pretty, baby,” he smirks tapping your face with it. “wish i could fuck your pussy while it looks like this.” you blink at him confused??? “but… aren’t you—“ “nah, baby.. wait, did you think i’m gonna fuck you? awh, sweetheart” he strokes your cheek with a pout. “bad girls don’t get to cum.” and he goes to sleep <3

the next day he’s giving you the best orgasm tho

#💌: xhdream inbox #[moots] jeongin-lvr #jungsu hard thoughts

[missyourflight]

some stuff i read and watched in november:

taskmaster (s16): what a delight!! what a fucking charming bunch of weirdos, sam campbell somehow everything to me now?? if you think susan wokoma is hot you should watch bbc CHEATERS etc

black swan: first rewatch for ages and it still goes so hard, Love the score, natalie as ever at her best when you can see the gears going in her head, she was perfect!!

the girl with the dragon tattoo: it's been fincher season on blank check, rewatched this for i think the first time since i saw it at the pictures and liked it much more, especially the mara/craig chemistry and all the snow and knitwear etc. it's great when she's like put your hand back in my shirt and he does it

anatomy of a fall: more snow - really liked this - between this and saint omer it's the year of french legal dramas etc. her lawyer with the hair and the chemistry and that other lawyer from 120 bpm!

saltburn: UGH. i'd heard such mixed things and i was actually having fun up until the Turn (although if they're freshers in 2006 they're not the class of 2006 are they emerald) but the ending is So stupid that it made me hate the whole thing lol. imo it's fine to criticise posh people for making shit art!! some of them make interesting art but not emerald fennell!!

the eternal daughter: meanwhile joanna hogg said posh filmmaker rights actually! i loved this, so quiet and haunting and the costumes and the hotel of it all. you can't know your parents really ever!! when i'm old nobody's going to be around to take care of me!! and so like aching as an extension of the souvenir project plus back to the evergreen joanna hogg theme of rich people having an awful time on holiday etc

napoleon: had way too much fun with this, was not prepared for it to be so funny and so full of Guys - paul rhys! tom godwin! sam troughton as robespierre??? mr segundus himself aka edward hogg!!! great year of looking at vanessa kirby's feline face between this and mission impossible. aren't we all just trying to enjoy a succulent breakfast etc

may december: my favourite thing i've seen this year maybe?? natalie and julianne having so much fun with like the monstrous performance mirrors meanwhile charles melton's performance is entirely heartbreaking?? so deeply deeply sad and moving?? goddamn todd haynes

yentl: every talks about how hot young mandy patinkin is in yentl and yet i was Entirely unprepared my god

miami vice: loved this!!! like yes it's mumble city and who knows what's going on but colin farrell and gong li going to havana in a go fast boat to drink mojitos and dance salsa and fall in love??? it's digital cinema and it's very tender!!! brb listening to numb/encore again etc

robert macfarlane, underland: a deep time journey: macfarlane is like my favourite writer on like nature and our environment and this was just so cool, caves and catacombs and nuclear waste under the ice

victoria gosling, bliss and blunder: look, some of us were deeply into and forever changed by the merlin fandom, and that's okay! this was a sort of fun modern take on arthurian legend - parts of it worked much better for me than others (morgan, wayne/gawain) but like where was merlin??? could have done with a bit more allusion to like The Past and The Myth and The Cycle but eh

anne enright, the gathering: can't think of like a better marriage of audiobook and narrator than fiona shaw's performance of this tbh - just pitch perfectly sharp and wounded. families!

michael mann & meg gardiner, heat 2: lol i had a blast with this. like the michael mann bro equivalent of an extremely purple romance novel i guess? audiobook again and the narrator does a fantastic pacino

just a note that i'm taking a bit of a step back from social media stuff for the time being due to continued bad brain/feelings about fandom/writing/self etc and also in a concerted effort to spend a lot less time staring directly into the portal. love you pals 💕

#monthly media #sophposting

[29pageshomestuckeveryday]

Homestuck, page 7,928

[S][A6A6I5] ====>

And there it is.

The greatest reunion in Homestuck history. Neigh, the greatest MOMENT. It does not get better than this. It WILL NOT get better than this. At some point, possibly during the 5th or 6th loop of the above animation which you can't seem to stop watching and listening to, a thought occurs to you. You think with a sense of relief, this is it. We made it. This one-page triumph has just retroactively vindicated the long and arduous journey behind it. After every bump in the road, every setback, every nagging doubt about the story's direction, every FUCKING time your waifu got the shaft, all of that just got wiped away in the blink of a tearful eye by the single greatest piece of media you have ever experienced.

You can finally say with absolute conviction that it's all been worth it. It has all paid off. All roads no matter how treacherous brought you to this glory. Every obscure plot thread, every batshit twist, all that retcon stuff, the sprite squared shit, every bit of dubious narrative legerdemain, ALL of it you now realize was designed with excruciating precision to achieve this singular, magnificent result. You'd be blown away in hindsight by these shocking feats of multi-threaded plot prestidigitation if you weren't still transfixed by the looping animation. And your jaw would be hitting the floor by now if not for the leagues-deep sense of tranquility welling inside your bosom now that you know Homestuck's audacious promise has been utterly fulfilled forever.

You're now into your… what is it? 11th, maybe 12th loop of the animation? You've lost track, and it doesn't matter. What's the hurry, you wonder. What's the harm in camping on this page for a while longer. What else do you have going on? Maybe it's time we faced the facts. This is truly all you have. This is your LIFE. Without breaking eye contact with your monitor, you find yourself reaching for your smartphone. Wait, why exactly am I doing this, you wonder? Why am I going for my phone. You are going for your phone because it's time to take a fucking PICTURE, numbnuts. You decide that digital photography is the best way to make this shit last forever.

You nod and go, oh that makes sense, yeah. I'll definitely take a picture of this animation which has looped at least 20 times by now. Make sure you get yourself in the picture too, to prove you were there. You mumble, what? A selfie. Take a god damn selfie of yourself, posing next to page 9828 of MS Paint Adventures dot com. As you contort your body to pose next to your screen and flip your camera to selfie mode, I continue my unhinged diatribe to instruct all other readers to do the same. I want to see SELFIES, people. I need to see your ridiculous mugs next to these two gently bobbing freaks posted publicly on all of your social media channels by the THOUSANDS. Not just a few thousand either. Oh no. Like an old and wise meme once foretold, we're gonna need to clear nine big ones here. In fact I'm gonna need your selfies jacked up so far over 9000, scientists will have to start inventing new numbers to keep track.

Choke the internet with your selfies, or with a horse as my witness, I will delete this fucking website. If I don't see enough selfies out there, I will scrub Homestuck from the Akashic Servers and never speak its name again. I will then dedicate every shred of ingenuity, political influence and worldly resources I have to releasing darkness on this planet. So post your selfies early. Post them often. Post them to save a modern literary MASTERPIECE. Post them to save the lives of BILLIONS. But most of all, post them because you really want to, and were PROBABLY going to do it anyway even if I didn't say all this bullshit.

Song used: Horsecatska by James Roach

#video #flashing #flashing lights

[beautifulpersonpeach]

Hi BPP,

Thank you for your posts about the Billboard article. I hadn't seen it and I find the whole Billboard conversation fascinating (albeit frustrating at times).

I thought the NYTimes had a much more nuanced and less judgmental take on the whole Billboard thing, talking about how country music stars including the “Rich Men North of Richmond” singer and Jason Aldean have recently benefitted from tactics perfected by Taylor Swift and BTS fans to rule the charts -- especially the use of digital downloads. (Quote below because I couldn't link to the article)

"[T]here was a more targeted digital savviness at play, too. Much of the consumer activity that drove the track to No. 1 came via 99-cent digital downloads from outlets like the iTunes Store — an outdated format that is declining in popularity faster than CDs.

Despite streaming now accounting for more than 80 percent of music consumption overall, paid downloads are weighted more on the charts, a quirk exploited regularly by pop superfans devoted to acts like Ms. Swift or the South Korean group BTS. In often coordinated efforts, they use downloads to show support and earn chart milestones that are celebrated like wins in sports or political elections."

I feel like Billboard is just unhappy that they're being outsmarted by fans and instead of trying to figure out a way to truly determine which songs are most popular (whatever that even means anymore), they're just trying to blame it on Jimin and BTS. What else is new?

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Hi @waitingforyouapm

I agree. Until fans began directly impacting the charts more, Billboard was fairly comfortable with music labels, streaming platforms, promoters, and other industry middlemen being the sole arbiters of what’s deemed popular and profitable. But now that fandoms are able to show that the artists they support (and with k-pop these artists are increasingly non-white and non-American), have enough demand to show up in the top 10 - an achievement historically relegated only to artists with the influence of the middlemen who always got their cut, Billboard is now in a tough spot having to explain to those industry middlemen and labels why their usual tactics no longer guarantee their artists the top spots. By making a scapegoat of non-American artists and fandoms using the same tools that white, American fandom-supported artists like Taylor Swift continue to rely on in broad daylight, they successfully redirect the blame, when all Billboard really has to do is revamp their charting paradigm completely to account for active and real demand as it’s shown in the 21st century / digital economy. It’s just easier to tap into good ol American prejudices about Asian artists, “rabid blue-haired 14 year old girls”, “Chinese femboys”, “easy to manipulate and bait female dominated fandoms”, etc. Like, the ending conclusion of the Billboard article was that Western labels should lean more into merch and building/leveraging active fan communities to spend more money lmao. Compare that to the NYTimes article that more comprehensively showed the landscape of music charting year to date, pointing out how American conservative politicians have moved their front in the culture war to music charts, pushing racist country artists to the top of the charts with tools Taylor Swift, k-pop fandoms, and other American and Latino/x artists already use.

Everybody knows exactly what the Billboard article was, because every year since 2019, we’ve gotten an article almost exactly like that one. It’s just this time, they were less shy about naming names and had an easy time painting a compelling picture given the evidence from Jimin fanbases and funding they easily linked to, to justify deleting all his D2C sales forever from charting considerations. Since ARMYs / BTS are the non-American pioneers on those charts we’re certified persona non grata lmao. In fact, going by the end conclusion of the Billboard article, I won’t be surprised if considerations for other k-pop groups are pushed this year at various awards, instead of for Jimin, or even any artists related to HYBE since they had no issue naming NewJeans. It would give them the engagement and then some, while neutralizing some of the worst criticism of their prejudices that we’re all seeing play out.

Like I said, it’s a gutter job. But one that’s unfortunately par for the course. This won’t stop BTS, Jimin, or the fandom. Not one bit.

#bts #bangtan #Jimin #billboard #bang pd