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devilshalfhour · 3 days ago

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"Your Honor, I'm a freak bitch." -Matt Murdock at some point probably

[FLASH WARNING]

General video description: A fan edit of Matt Murdock also known as Daredevil to the fourth verse of WAP by Cardi B and Megan Thee Stallion. Clips are mostly from the Daredevil TV shows, but there are some from She-Hulk: Attorney At Law as well as a few panels from the comics

A detailed description with dialogue and lyrics is under the cut

[We hear the song's looped intro of "There's some whores in this house" playing as the edit opens on a scene from Daredevil: Born Again showing the trial of Hector Ayala. Lawyer Matt Murdock is cross examining a witness.]

Dialogue: "Officer Powell, good morning, um, I'm told you have a black eye. I hope everything is okay," says Matt

"Yeah, don't worry about it," responds Powell.

[There is a cut to the scene of Matt fighting Powell in Nicky Torres's apartment. Matt grabs him slams him against the fridge, hard, on the refrigerator door.

Another cut to a scene from the Daredevil Netflix show of Matt training in a church basement. First, there is a close up shot of him boxing using a punching bag, then we see a zoomed out shot of him, later on in different clothes, practicing his punches on the air. The double D Daredevil logo pops up on the screen and the scene turns black and white.]

Dialogue (now a voice over): "There's this thing they say in boxing: the best cure for a black eye is fast hands," says Matt.

"Objection!" shouts the prosecution.

[A transition as we hear Megan Thee Stallion's iconic "Ah" in the background and then we see the cover art of Daredevil Volume 2 #50 on screen of Matt Murdock sitting slouched in a chair in front of a grey background, in his daredevil costume, unmasked with tousled hair, a scar on his face, and his eyes closed. The next piece of dialogue moves across the screen and the cover art before it disappears.]

Dialogue (still a voice over): "C'mon, Mr. Murdock."

[END OF INTRO]

Lyric: Your Honor, I'm a freak bitch.

[Matt in his Daredevil suit with a gun taped to his hand, smiling]

Lyric: Handcuffs, leashes

[Matt, wrapping his hands in preparation for a boxing match in the church basement, and then him in his Daredevil costume standing at the bottom of a staircase unfurling a chain under flashing red lights.]

Lyric: Switch my wig

[Matt's array of Daredevil cowls from Born Again]

Lyric: Make him feel like he cheating

[Matt, shirtless, eyes wild with boxing gloves on, getting punched in the face by the gloved hand of his opponent]

Lyric: Put him on his knees

[Daredevil dodging She-Hulk's arm in their parking garage fight scene and then pushing himself back up to his feet seamlessly]

Lyric: Give him something to believe in

[A sped up clip of Daredevil standing on the roof of a church with a large, red LED cross from the first episode of season 2]

Lyric: Never lost a fight, but I'm looking for a beating

[Matt and Elektra sparring in the boxing ring at Fogwell's gym. She punches him. He ducks and slaps her butt as she is propelled into the ropes by her own motion. He grins.]

Lyric: In the food chain, I'm the one that eat ya

[Matt fighting the ninja Nobu in his black mask costume while Nobu is on fire.]

Lyric: If he ate me ass, he a bottom feeder.

[Daredevil, cocking his head and pretending to look at something someone is showing him. Cut to Matt in the black mask outfit shot from a low angle, pulling out two wooden clubs from his cargo pants pocket in preparation for a fight.]

Lyric: Big D stand for big demeanor

[Twelve different drawings of the double D Daredevil logo appear on screen, one at a time, to make a photo grid. Then, a set photo of Charlie Cox in the black Daredevil suit with said double D logo on the chest pops up over the rest of the photos]

Lyric: I could make you bust before I ever meet ya

[Cut to a a scene from one of the Daredevil: Born Again trailers of a mural of Daredevil painted on a brick wall with the words "Born Again" painted underneath. The clip then morphs into a smiling Daredevil in his yellow and red She-Hulk suit with his billy clubs in hand.]

Lyric: If it don't hang...

[A shot of Matt from the back doing pull ups]

Lyric: ...then he can't bang, can't hurt my feelings

[Daredevil wrapped in chains body slamming the Punisher on a rooftop]

Lyric: But I like pain

[Daredevil punching the Punisher repeatedly]

Lyric: If he fuck me

[Matt and Elektra making out in the ring in Fogwell's]

Lyric: Ask whose is it

[Matt in Defenders walking down a hallway with Jessica Jones behind him. He is wearing normal clothes, save for the grey scarf wrapped around his head to conceal his face.]

Lyric: When I ride the dick

[Matt on the roof of his apartment complex in Born Again training. He throws his weapon at the camera and the screen goes black]

Lyric: I'mma spell my name, ah

#BIG D STANDS FOR DAREDEVILLLLLL #look at my lawyer dawg I'm going to (horny) jail #jk i'm a lesbian #i just think he's neat #i made him look too cool here though I'll have to make fun of him a lot for the next few days to compensate #daredevil #matt murdock #netflix daredevil #daredevil born again #ddba #charlie cox #edits #daredevil edit

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scarapbook · 3 days ago

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anchor to you | i. sae

romance. angst.

–cause when i'm with her, i am thinking of you.

;; hi peopleee, this is heavily inspired by the song "anchor tattoo" by chase atlantic. this is such an underrated song that deserves way more recognition. if you haven’t heard it yet, i highly recommend listening to it while or after reading!!<333

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you were never meant to be permanent.

you were a fleeting moment stretched across borrowed time. his calm before the chaos, the whisper between stadium roars. to love him was to hold a storm between your palms and pretend that you wouldn't get torn apart. and god, did you try.

he came to you in fragments. late night phone calls, half-finished goodbyes, fingertips brushing yours like a confession too fragile to speak aloud. and you, too foolish and full of hope, gathered those fragments like seashells on the shore, pretending they formed something whole.

loving him was like carving your name into wet concrete, hoping it would set, knowing that the rain was coming.

he never promised you forever.

but you gave him eternity anyway.

it started in tokyo, late summer.

you were assisting in a documentary project for blue lock, just a side thing while figuring out what to do after college. you weren't even supposed to be on set that day. but the main interviewer called in sick, and someone shoved a clipboard in your hand with a casual: “can you fill in?”

you met him under the fluorescent lights and the click of a recording mic.

he was the first athlete scheduled that day. a last minute change you hadn’t even prepared for. you fumbled through the intro, camera half-focused, clipboard in hand, eyes scanning the name you already knew.

sae itoshi.

a name that carried weight. precision. distance.

“just a few questions.” you said, voice calm even though your fingers trembled.

you didn't expect him to look directly at you after you speak. didn't expect the silence to stretch, then soften.

“you're nervous,” he said.

you blinked. “is it that obvious?”

“not to them,” he nodded toward the crew behind the screen. “but i see it.”

“sorry. promise i won't ruin your brand.” you said nervously.

he looked at you–sharp eyes, unreadable face. “that's a shame,” he said. “i was hoping you’d try.”

your eyes flutter. “try what?”

“to ruin it.”

that was the first time you smiled at him.

he smiled then. barely. but it knocked the breath from your chest.

he started waiting around after shoots.

at first, it was simple “need help carrying that?” or “you forgot your water bottle.”

but one night, you were editing a video footage alone in the media room, headphones on, when a coffee cup was placed beside your hand.

you looked up. “is this a bribe?”

“for what?” he asked.

you raised a brow. “for being in the background of every frame i'm trying to cut.”

he shrugged, unbothered. “maybe i just wanted to see how long it’d take you to notice.”

you chuckled. “you’re not exactly forgettable, sae.”

he looked at you a little too long after that.

“neither are you.”

the days bled into nights.

coffee shared in silence. glances that lingered too long. conversations that meant everything and nothing at all.

he started texting you random thoughts. a snapshot of the ocean. a song lyric. once, a blurry picture of a stray cat curled on a bench with the caption: "it reminded me of you."

you laughed too hard at that.

there was that one evening, the first time he came over. it was raining, and he forgot his umbrella. you wrapped him in a towel, made him tea, and he spotted your record player.

“you listen to vinyl?”

“only the sad stuff,” you smiled.

“you’re weird.”

“thanks.”

and then—“play me something.”

you chose a soft ballad. he sat cross-legged on your floor, eyes closed, listening like the world had gone quiet.

that night, you showed him your anchor tattoo.

“it’s new,” you said. "got it after i hit a low point.”

“what does it mean to you?”

“that no matter where i go, who i become… i always come back to myself.”

he stared at it, fingers brushing your wrist.

“maybe i need one, too,” he whispered. “something to keep me from drifting.”

and then, one of your favorite memories: the beach trip.

it was unplanned. he called you at 3 a.m. “i can’t sleep. come with me.”

you drove to the coast, music blasting, both of you barefoot and laughing by sunrise.

you ran into the waves in a black hoodie, mascara smudged, hair a wild mess.

he watched you like you were art.

and later, when you both collapsed in the sand—he kissed you for the first time.

“you feel like home,” he said, forehead pressed against yours.

you didn’t reply. you just held his hand tighter.

things escalated the way storms do. slow rumblings, then lightning.

kisses shared after midnight, hands grasped between car seats, whispers that were too soft for the world to hear.

“i don’t do public.” he told you one night, his head resting against your collarbone.

you nodded, your fingers brushing through his hair. “i don’t need public.”

and that was true.

until it wasn't.

“you know you’re going to break my heart, right?” you said once, not accusing—just honest.

he turned his head toward you. “why do you think that?”

“because you’re always thinking about the next move. the next goal. and i'm just…” you hesitated. “here.”

he exhaled. “you're not just anything.”

“but i’m not enough to stay for.”

he didn’t respond. but the silence was answer enough.

it wasn’t one moment. it was a thousand little ones.

the texts that stopped coming. the way he started showing up later, leaving earlier. how his eyes stopped lighting up when they found yours in a crowd.

“you’re leaving again,” you said one night, arms crossed, voice barely above a whisper.

he didn’t lie. “yeah.”

“for how long?”

“i don’t know.”

you wanted to scream. instead, you said, “will you still think of me?”

his gaze flickered. “always.”

but the door still closed behind him.

and this time, he didn’t come back.

days turned to months. months turned to years.

three years.

three long years since he walked out and never returned.

you learned to live around the void he left. learned how to exist without checking your phone every hour. you learned how to laugh again, though it never quite reached your eyes.

you found out from a headline.

“SAE ITOSHI MARRIES LONGTIME GIRLFRIEND IN PRIVATE CEREMONY”

there was a photo attached–her white dress flowing like mist, his hand steady on her waist. he looked happy. or at least content.

you sat in the quiet of your apartment, phone slipping from your grasp.

there was no scream. no breakdown.

just silence.

because grief doesn't always come crashing. sometimes, it creeps in slowly. an ache behind the ribs, a weight on your tongue, a memory clawing at the back of your throat.

you closed your eyes, and all you could see was him.

all the versions of him that were only ever yours.

you traced your fingers over the tattoo on your wrist. it still looked the same.

but you didn't feel anchored anymore.

“i don’t do public.”

that’s what he told you the night you sat across from him in a quiet corner booth, your fingers idly tracing the condensation on your glass, trying to read his expression like scripture.

“you’re too good,” he murmured, eyes down. “they’ll tear you apart if they know.”

and back then, that reason was enough. you smiled, said you understood. you swallowed down the ache of loving someone in silence. no hand-holding on sidewalks, no shared photos. you were the secret no one was supposed to see.

but now?

now, it’s all over your feed.

sae itoshi. married. in a glass cathedral somewhere in europe, with white lilies and soft jazz and his name carved into gold. the press knew. the world knew. she knew.

his bride is beautiful—poised, elegant, the kind of woman who smiles like she knows the cameras are watching. you can’t even hate her.

but you hate the way he’s looking at her in the photo. not because it’s full of love—no, you know sae. he’s not a man who wears his heart on his sleeve.

it's the way he’s not hiding it.

the way she gets the version of him the world is allowed to love.

and you?

you were the blurry shadow in his timeline. the girl behind the door when his matches ended. the kiss he never posted. the "what if" that never got its turn in the light.

your phone trembles slightly in your hand. you reread the headline. you look at their matching rings.

and all you can think about is how he once said "i don’t do public."

turns out—he just didn’t do you.

months passed since the headline.

time moved strangely after that day. slow in some places, blinding in others. people kept living. the sun still rose. but you felt like a ghost inside your own body.

the pain didn't fade, not really. it simply changed shapes. it learned to disguise itself as indifference on some days and nostalgia on others.

you avoided soccer games on tv. avoided the perfume he once complimented. avoided the beach.

but sometimes, the wind still smelled like memory.

you found yourself writing again, but the words were never for anyone but him.

sometimes you'd whisper into the quiet, “do you ever think of me, sae?”

you imagined him answering–always imagined a yes.

because he had to remember. the vinyls. the cat on the beach. the sound of your laughter at sunrise.

the way your voice cracked when you told him to be safe.

you wore long sleeves now. not to hide the tattoo. but because it ached.

some memories hurt when touched too directly.

but still, in your dreams, he was always barefoot on that beach, sand between his fingers, eyes searching the shore for you.

and you? always running toward him.

even when you knew he wouldn't wait.

the things i buried

sae's

she sleeps beside me now. soft breath, warm skin, fingers curled near my chest. a picture of peace, of what love is supposed to look like.

she hums in her sleep sometimes, and i wonder if she dreams of me the way i dream of you. but no. her heart is whole. it beats steady. it’s not haunted by a name it can’t forget.

she is kind. gentle. everything i thought i needed. everything the world told me i should want.

and yet—every night, i dream of you.

every night, i reach for a ghost i never learned to let go of. your shadow presses into my spine. your laugh—faint, almost cruel in its distance—echoes between the spaces of my silence.

she asks if i’m happy. i smile. say yes. kiss her forehead like it means something.

but the truth?

i still carry your name in the spaces between my ribs. i still see your smile when the stadium lights flicker—brief, blinding, gone. i still remember the anchor tattoo on your wrist how it felt beneath my thumb, the way it pulsed when you were angry. i still catch vanilla on the wind and turn around expecting you.

my chest tightens. my fingers twitch. and every time, it isn’t you. it never is.

i still think of you—

because when i’m with her, i am thinking of you.

and maybe that’s the cruelest part of all. that you will always be the anchor i tried to cut loose, but never could.

because part of me wanted to drown with you.

end.

©: scarapbook

;; hii, it's my first time posting here and idfk how tumblr works so i really am sorry for the trashy dividers that i've used 😭🙏 i tried those gif dividers but the same gif just kept on disappearing (my patience runs out). anywaysss, you guys can find this on ao3 and wp as well!! thank you so much for reading💗

#bllk #blue lock #sae itoshi x reader #itoshi sae #bllk x you #sae x you #bllk sae #bllk x reader #sae x reader #oneshot #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer

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andromedabooks · 14 hours ago

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Lab Partners

Summary: In which the team finds out about Spencer and Nora’s relationship in a slightly less than ideal manner.

CWs/Tags: Season5!Spencer. Fluff! Established but Secret relationship. Well-meaning teasing and banter. VERY slightly suggestive connects

A/N: This is the cute version of how Spencer and Nora's relationship comes out to the team. There’s an angsty, running into each other’s arms in the field while someone is bleeding version floating in my head as well...

For someone healing from a bullet ripping through some crucial ligaments, Spencer was shockingly mobile. He’d figured out the scooter in record time, not without a good deal of bumping into furniture and frustrated swearing that made Nora laugh entirely too hard. She relieved herself of her guilt as she let him stay most nights at her picturesque first-floor apartment in a DC brownstone under the guise of easier handicap access. She knew he mostly wanted it because he wanted to be there, to see her the instant she got back from a case where he couldn’t yet go with. Of course, she knew, but that didn’t stop her from letting him stay.

He was, therefore, elated when he learned she’d been assigned to stay at Quantico with him for this particular case due to the complex chemical anesthetics the unsub used while the rest of the team was scattered about DC. The pair, given their combined scientific expertise, had been sequestered in the lab.

Spencer was zooming about the lab, ecstatic to be free of Penelope’s bat-cave. However, they’d still been forced to bring one of Pen’s clunky laptops to connect them to the rest of the team via video call.

And so, both clad in lab coats and blue nitrile gloves, the pair set to work on puzzling out this particular cocktail of toxins with the occasional chatter of the rest of the team in the background.

“Spence, can you bring me an Erlenmeyer flask and a micropipette set?” Nora asked, voice echoing from underneath the fume hood where she’d been forced to move her atomic emission mass spectrometer so she could begin to determine what the hell this compound was made of.

“Sure!” And Spencer zoomed off to grab her desired equipment while she flipped on the spectrometer and met him in the middle on a lab bench to begin the next test. Spencer, meanwhile, parked by her side and simply stood enamored by her diluting a sample of a victim’s blood with reagent. “You’re so pretty when you’re processing potentially toxic blood samples,” he said almost dreamily, leaning in to tuck his chin against her shoulder as she worked.

“You’re a weirdo, Spencer Reid,” she muttered under her breath, lips quirking upwards in a smile despite herself.

“You signed up for it,” he sang-songed, grinning with a level of playfulness that was reserved only for her.

Nora broke into a proper smile and laughed despite herself. “Shut up and get me the second reagent.” She lightly shoved Spencer’s head off her shoulder with a gloved hand.

Spencer retaliated with a kind of confidence everyone—her included in the beginning—presumed he would not have. He turned her around by hands at her waist with impressive dexterity for a man standing on one and a half legs, and he kissed her soundly. A logical part of her brain said that this was their office, that they could be seen by anyone, and that this was most definitely not acceptable behavior in the workplace. That part of her brain went quiet a lot faster than she’d like to admit.

She leaned into him, allowing him to manipulate the tilt of her head with a hand on her jaw. His other hand trailed from her waist to her hip to her ass—which was, once again, definitely not work appropriate—while she wound her hands up to grip behind his neck.

If Nora had been thinking about things logically, she probably would’ve considered the fact that, while the rest of the time wouldn’t see or hear them unless they called, Penelope Garcia and her about twenty different monitors likely had their laptop’s video feed pulled up on one of her screens. If she’d continued that line of logic, she would’ve anticipated the gasp when Spencer called her love that turned into shrill shrieking that echoed through that bullpen of the BAU when they kissed. It was a shriek that brought Emily and Derek sprinting into Garcia’s office in enough time to catch the pair as their hands grew less PG and kissing began to turn into eating each other’s faces. The trio stood in stunned silence for a moment before Spencer moved from kissing her lips to her jaw and her neck, then Derek seized the keyboard and frantically unmuted their feed, all but shouting: “Hey, Geniuses! Maybe don’t commit public indecency on company time!”

They sprang apart comically, faces flushed a guilty shade of pink. Spencer actually moved so quickly that he almost fell off his scooter, and Nora had to catch him by the shoulders and set him right. She knew the team was bound to find out at some point. When they’d passed the six-month secrecy mark last week, they’d joked they were living on borrowed time. Still, she hadn’t expected it would come out like that. Nora braced for the barrage of commentary through the tinny speakers of the laptop as if she were bracing for an earthquake.

Spencer, no doubt sensing the tension across her shoulders, drew her in with an arm around her. He reached out casually to mute the laptop, cutting off the three stooges who were all yelling over each other from upstairs. He then pulled her in tighter with his other arm around her waist. “I guess we’re going to have to fill out that disclosure paperwork now, huh?” he joked softly. He was red—arguably redder than she was—with flush spread from his neck to the tips of his ears. But, there was also some giddiness in his eyes that indicated that it wasn’t just an embarrassment to be caught with her, but a point of pride. “And I get to call you mine in public now,” he whispered just low enough that the laptop wouldn’t pick it up.

Nora, despite all good sense, pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. This time, she knew everyone could see them.

They had precious few minutes of silence where they kissed gently before the door to the lab burst open and their trio of nosy coworkers barged in as they’d grown tired of being ignored.

“How long?” Penelope demanded, bustling up to poke Spencer in the chest as he tucked Nora into his side again. “How long has this been going on?”

“Officially? Six months, ten days, and 22 hours.” Of course, he remembered down to the hour. Probably the minute, too, if Nora felt like asking.

Three jaws fell in near unison. “It’s been half a year?” Emily demanded with indignation.

They simply nodded and let them—mostly Penelope—squawk about not being told and being deprived of their adorable relationship.

Derek eventually slid to Spencer’s side, clapping him on the shoulder. “Good job, man,” he said with a grin that could only be described as shit-eating. “I didn’t know you had that much game, but from what I saw on that monitor, you’ve got some somethin’ bold in you I didn’t expect. I mean, since when does the good doctor back his girl against a counter?” His humorous, honeyed gaze flicked to Nora. “You teach him that trick, Johansen?”

Spencer flushed back to a near tomato red, spluttering a defense, and Nora laughed despite everything. “He came that way. Preset, my friend,” she said, leaning back to meet Derek’s eye. “I’ve taught him a few tricks, though.” And then, because she wanted to see him blush redder, she said, “Not any you’ll get to see, of course.”

There was a chorus of gasps, shouts, and wolf whistles while Spencer buried his head in her shoulder. “How dare you?” he groaned into the skin of her neck, and Nora laughed harder than before.

#spencer reid #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x oc #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfic

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good-beanswrites · 2 years ago

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Same Lights, Camera, Sing Your Sins anon here (you know if I'm gonna keep sending anon asks because of ideas, I need a shorter name...) Glad they're getting time to cool off on what happened during the trial. This project is hard on them all QvQ

Okay another thought! While working on the Trial 2 MVs, you think the prisoners get to watch everyone's first MVs? Like, maybe praise how each video looks ("Oh my gosh, Amane you look amazing!"), making comments with Jackalope's artistic choices (Shidou's flower mummy) and how stiff some of the prisoners look ("Fuuta you're walking like a tinman." "Shut up!"), some singing along to songs they've overheard earlier (Kotoko singing Weakness), and...er...shirtless Mikoto ("Amane don't look!"). Idk, this makes their filming for the next MVs sound more fun as they hang out.

Hello again!! omg Thank You for sharing once again, I’m obsessed with that 🥺🥺🥺 That's so wonderful picturing a little movie night... (And yes, feel free to pick a name :D else I will dub thee 🎬 next time given the theme lmao)

Okay so my original idea was that those first videos were actually watched on the down-low. There were a few days of nothing going on while the prisoners debriefed, made plans, and communicated their song ideas to the writers to start working with. (Minor detail but I think they’re cut off from the world still, no internet access though they can exchange a few messages/visits with family). They do, however, get access to the others’ T1 videos on their phones/ facility computers. Everyone gave permission to watch them, but there’s a bit of hesitancy. They haven’t started filming their new videos yet, so no one has gotten a look that deep into anyone else’s hearts. Just because they’re closer in this au doesn’t make them better communicators -- there’s still a lot that’s been left unsaid regarding near-murders and their true selves. So they only watch them in secret out of respect.

Haruka hides under the covers to watch After Pain on loop late into the night (going “she’s just like me fr”). Fuuta doesn’t care much for the others’ songs but tries to decipher the crimes as best as he can. He probably gets one stuck in his head the next few days that he finds really embarrassing. Mahiru gets very emotional over the other lovers, doing a poor job of hiding her sympathy toward Yuno, Shidou, and Kazui in the following days. Kazui is embarrassed to watch Throw Down so often, but Shidou is such a subtle man and it’s nice to see a more open side to him (who admits to lying as well). Amane takes a while to watch them -- they’re videos supporting murder and sin, after all -- but once she convinces herself it’s to help the experiment, she allows herself to enjoy them. Kotoko does the same as Fuuta but jumps straight into Fandom Mode and starts taking notes and analyzing the others’ videos. She keeps a secret folder on her phone of theories and symbolism and screenshots for reference.

HOWEVER

You have opened my eyes to Milgram Movie Night 👁️👁️

Everyone realizes they’re going to need to get comfortable with a lot of personal info really quickly, since T2 filming starts in a few days. Rather than Jackalope’s suggestion of undergoing a painful group circle talk, they go with Mikoto’s idea to all sit down to watch the videos together. This keeps the atmosphere up while they watch, allowing for many compliments and encouragement. It also lets the singer defend things in their video if they see fit, though most let it speak for itself. (Fuuta: “ah, back when I was a menace online.” “You’re still like that Fuuta.” “I’m a changed man!” “You got one guilty verdict and nothing’s even happened yet.”)

I love all of those reactions so much ahhhh! Amane getting showered in compliments like she deserves. Honestly, all of them getting showered in complements because it's what they deserve ;-; Playful teasing getting thrown around for everyone. Not even Jackalope is safe from their heckling (see: Throw Down flower person), and he's not even there to defend himself. There’s lots of blushing and eye covering during MeMe. And a singalong aspect!! I don’t know I didn’t think to incorporate that into the fic so far -- there’s nothing quite like heckling your friend onstage by echoing their lines really loud from the wings asdfsdfsd. Mikoto recognizes the video game from Fuuta’s and makes his whole day. Mahiru and Shidou realize they have both flowers and food in common, and get to talking. All at once, everything clicks into place for why Amane hated Shidou him so much.

I'm also realizing Kazui would have a Moment TM while seeing all the prisoners talking so comfortably about their deepest selves and struggles. I don't think he'd break down and open up just yet, but I bet it's be a pretty big change of heart for him to see such honesty/vulnerability...

Plus, most of my original ideas can still stand after the fact! There's no shame in seeing too much personal info about another prisoner, the only shame comes from just how many time the video was looped in private lmao

#milgram #thank you for sharing your thoughts waaahhh these have been making me sooo crazy!!!#and ive seen people using emoji nicknames and thought it was cute but feel free to pick an actual name haha #i would do anything for the vas to cover other trial songs ;-;#i just love the idea of them singing together so much...#im not a theater kid but i did dance and been backstage for some shows so i know what its like when the rest of the company is shouting out #the song thats currently playing for the dancers onstage #im just picturing the prisoners getting silly on set while the background track is playing and they start singing along #or like everyone shouting along with muu's big moment 'kawaiso nano!' or joining in the 'aaahhh-LOVE' in cat #ill have to keep that in mind for the t3 drabbles....#this made me remember theres a line in the fic insinuating kazui never saw harrow so maybe i go back and fix that later #because i always intended for them to see all the videos #i try to keep my fics fairly ship-neutral but theres definitely potential here for prisoners getting caught looping the singer they have #a thing for :')#lights camera sing your sins #ask

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dilfosaur · 6 months ago

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well i haven't spilled my guts on tumblr since i was in college but it's the platform that's felt The Most Mine thru the years, so

let's talk!

i've had a huge chip on my shoulder that i wanted off before the year ends. very bad professional experience to follow

so firstly to get ahead of the speculating, i'm not naming names or anything. some of you will puzzle out who i'm talking about, but please don't bother anyone especially not on my behalf. i've worked hard to distance myself from them the past few months. shit happens, especially when you're a dumb bitch (that's me!)

but also this person was someone i considered a close friend and it makes me uneasy to possibly direct backlash at them. "then why post about it" bc i did intermittent work for them for over a year. this is just about that. so hear me out

basically it started off fine. i initially did some commission work for good pay, then was invited to become more involved with their team. unfortunately as i became more involved with their operation it became more disorganized over time. projects started then forgotten, constantly shifting schedules, lapsing communication between roles, confusing financials, and often inconsistent if not late payments. during mid 2023 i was doing colorist work, sometimes on a one day turnaround (all while also preparing drawfee's summer merch launch). the payroll wasn't set up correctly so i wasn't paid for that work for over a year (more on that later), tho to be fair that was largely my own fault at first as i just didnt realize the payments didn't go thru lol

i always consider myself decently capable of separating friendship and coworker-ship; i run a company with 4 wonderful friends, going strong for almost 5 years. that didn't really work out in this case. by early this year our friendship was on the rocks; work issues fed into personal issues and vice versa. so as the rest of this shit plays out, we had just had our first "big fight" which i felt very bad about and added to all the upcoming tension

a huge point of friction was the fact that i really wanted to work with them to make a music video for one of their songs. i've always wanted a chance to make a music video, was confident in a concept i came up with, and even did some concept art for the idea. everyone insisted they loved the concept and that we should do it, but we kept pushing it back for various reasons. it ended up becoming a huge sticking point for my frustrations, which i tried to express productively. TLDR, we eventually got around to discussing it seriously around april.

i planned to ask for $4000 with negotiable add-on for the whole project, which was my Friend Discount price. i was offered a contract for $1000 flat rate, as they insisted that was the only budget they had for it.

don't ask me why i signed it lol. i didn't even counter offer

there was some girlmath to it: i wanted an extra 1k for a student scholarship i provide every spring and well, there it was. but if i had to guess, i saw it as something i just couldn't back down from any more. i caused these folks- my friends- a lot of problems bc i dug my heels in so deep to chase this project, so fuck it we ball

i had about 4 months to solo a 3 minute music video. they wanted it done in august so they could release it before summer ended, bc "it was a summer song". to be fair i was asked if i needed them to pay for anything extra like assistants (which i would have to find and manage) but i was so immediately overwhelmed that i didn't wanna slow down to wait on that process lol. there was very minimal communication other than brief progress check-ins every few weeks. i did everything for that project myself: the original concept, character designs, storyboards, layouts, backgrounds. i even did the editing/compositing for the final cut of the MV. the only favor i did myself was limiting the amount of it that was actually animated to simple loops and motions. hardly my best work but it was work still done

i did it all in between my full time job. i ended up having to take nearly a month away from most of my drawfee duties (with the support of the others) to make the august deadline. i only ever asked for a 3 day extension (notice given about a week in advance, around the same time i was given the final song file lol). i finished the music video at 6am on the final deadline and recorded drawfee the next day on 2 hours of sleep

but it was done, coolies. the team was very happy with the final product. honestly, without getting into it, those were a very emotionally taxing 4 months. on the professional side, i regretted agreeing to the project and especially for the dogshit rate they offered. i felt like a hypocrite- as someone who always wanted to advocate for younger artists demanding their worth in a world that's getting increasingly hostile toward creatives, i failed myself

so when i met with the manager to discuss the release plan, i told them to do whatever worked best for them as i only had one request: i wanted my credit removed from the project

tbh... like... lmao this dramatic bitch right!! but really, i decided that bad practices only breed worse business. friends or not, it was unprofessional of me to accept such a low paying job so i just didn't want my name used in association. everything felt so muddled to me and i was just really tired at this point

the manager was very understanding and then offered that i could be paid more. they said that their team "was surprised" i accepted their low rate and they would be happy to up the amount. this confused me as the initial budget seemed pretty set and at no point between april and august was i offered a better rate. i knew these guys weren't made of money. so, i declined. i didn't want to put anyone out of their means over work that was already done and agreed upon. but more importantly, i was over the whole thing and didn't want to prolong the project with a contract renegotiation. i just insisted my name be removed

they decided to use a pseudonym (which i was fine with) so they could create a story about a character who made the MV (this sounds really convoluted but i don't know how better to put it without getting specific, sorry). that way if people asked about the credit, they could speak comfortably about it without signaling that something went wrong behind the scenes. ok, kind of a silly narrative imo but whatevs. and maybe this is where i finally went truly wrong but. yolo i guess

i gave the name "D. Smithee", D as in dilfosaur and Smithee as in Alan Smithee. look it up for fun film trivia ig! was it passive aggressive of me to reference that in this context? yeah, honestly. but i thought it was kinda funny and really not that deep. if it was a problem, i have other real, non-cheeky pseudonyms i regularly use. the manager accepted it and all i had to do was wait for them to post the video and i could leave the whole experience behind me

a week later i received a message from the manager that my pseudonym had been denied by the rest of the team bc one of them got the reference. fair enough lol. however, they decided that rather than ask for a different name, the were going to make one up for me that they liked and would "fit the [story]", without asking me

and that! is when i finally snapped!

i was so tired of giving them concessions at this point and having a credit made up for me without any input from me felt genuinely violating and unethical. i started to Panic bc of how stressed i was, and asked for my overdue payments (aka the $500 still owed on the MV, and the colorist rate from a year prior that was never paid even tho i reported it in january) to be scheduled ASAP as i was leaving the work discord immediately

i finally told them off for exploiting me throughout the months while i kept trying to just be nice and finish my contact cleanly. in return i was told that it was unfair to say that as i agreed to everything- i accepted their cheap rate and denied further payment so that was all settled, and it was ok to change my credit without my consent bc i "said they could do whatever with the release". i called bullshit, ended the convo as kindly as i could, and cried lol. they agreed to ditch the pseudonym and just give no credit. that night was the last i heard from anyone on that team

and the real kicker?

august came and went. then september, october... and they never released the music video

and i don't know why, because i was never contacted about it. i've been removed from the picture entirely i guess. 4 months and boatloads of stress. just. up in smoke. i don't know what i expected honestly

it's hard to not take everything that happened personally and as done in bad faith. i really do, honestly. i've had plenty of shitty deals in my almost 10 year art career, but it hits different from people you saw as friends. but to the point of "why not keep it private", i have never felt so disrespected as a professional as i did this past year. i can toy with money and credits and other formalities all i want, but my work- my ideas, my labor, my effort- is still so important to me. i felt like the biggest idiot for doing so much work, pouring so much of myself into a piece for someone's use, for what has amounted to nothing

but more importantly i hated myself for undervaluing my work, even if initially i thought this person was a trusted friend. money is not really an issue for me- drawfee is my main job and i am fine and comfortable. it's so important to pay artists appropriately but i often undersell my own work bc i value the collaboration and passion between creatives more than the reward. i think a lot of artists tend to feel the same, and it often makes us easy to take advantage of. it's so difficult to find the balance between passion and making a fair living, and i think there's some shame within ourselves when artists choose to prioritize that passion

i wanted to finally get all this off my chest bc i was ashamed of every choice i made. things like this happen all the time i'm sure and hiding these mistakes only make it easier for it to happen to other people

tldr always value your work and protect your passion from people who just see it as a product. and don't give cheeky pseudonyms i guess lol

(and again pls don't bother anyone involved about this. a lot of chaos has left my life as i moved past all this, and this is me closing a door without opening new ones hopefully lol)

this shit was truly

so ass.

but i'm moving past it now

but on a nicer note. outside of all of this nonsense, i made lots of good memories this year. i'm truly so grateful to the many wonderful people in my life who keep me going even when i fuck up big time!

and thank you to all of you strangers who, despite everything, give me the time of day. especially if you read this whole thing. you're a real one :')

happy new year!

#getting personelle #reflecting about some shit #thank u for reading or not reading just thanks for sticking around ig

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sparklingchim · 11 months ago

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summer playlist; m | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 4k

genre: hockeyplayer!jungkook, richgirlie!oc, college!au, fwb, brother's best friend

rating: 18+

warnings: semi public sex, blowjob, spanking, jk is truly obsessed w her <3, protected sex, nipple play, jk leaves a hickey n oc gets upset 🙄, spit, dirty talk, his necklace dangling in her face 😋, jk's rejection count: TWO !!!!, pls someone hug him 🫂, fingering, clit play, groping

summary: pov: jungkook dedicates a cute playlist to you and fucks you to it on the balcony.

a/n: ur honour i was forced to write this don't come for me !!! 👉🏼👈🏼 enjoy the filth 😋

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One of your favourite forms of self-care and relaxation is Pilates.

You love dressing up in your cute gym wear sets – you own countless of them, even though you never actually work out in the gym; they’re purely for the aesthetics – and grabbing a big water bottle along with your laptop for at least half an hour dedicated me-time.

It’s a bright morning and you’re on the balcony. The sun is gently warming the air as you’re following a Pilates video on your laptop, which is propped up on the couch. Jungkook’s playlist, the one he created just for you, is playing softly in the background, providing the perfect soundtrack without drowning out the instructor’s voice.

Truly, nothing can beat these types of mornings.

But of course, something had to interrupt your peace.

While you’re on your hands and knees, your phone vibrates next to the mat. You ignore it the first few times, but it keeps buzzing. With an annoyed huff, you grab it and unlock the screen.

Jungkook’s spamming you with numerous messages.

Jungcock 😋

morning

watchu up to

im taking a run in the park

and im boored

are u up?

entertain me

You

omg did you change your contact's name again

stop doing that

how can you text and run?

He doesn’t reply. Instead, he calls you on FaceTime.

“How many times do I have to tell you?” Jungkook says in a raspy voice, the screen shaking a bit as he runs his miles around campus. “I’m good at everything I do.” His tight black tee clings to his chest, displaying his big pecs. You feel your breath hitch and you’re not sure if it’s from your workout or the sight of him.

“Your ego, Jungkook,” you reply, shaking your head in disbelief. “Too big.” You set your phone down with an exasperated sigh, leaning it against the feet of the couch. His eyes drift down to your cleavage.

“I think my ego is perfectly fine. Flashing his dimples as you roll your eyes at him. “What are you doing?” he asks, sounding a bit breathless – so hot, but you brush it off. You’re a strong girl, after all.

“Was doing Pilates until you rudely interrupted me,” you say skipping back on the YouTube video and picking up where you left off. “Don’t you have other girls to entertain you?”

“None of them are as cute as you,” he replies smoothly, and you can’t help but wish he wouldn’t be so good at flirting. “You look hot in that fit.”

“Thanks.” You follow the instructions on the screen. It turns out to be a bit harder to focus with a sweaty, ruggedly handsome Jungkook right beneath it.

“Are you listening to my playlist?”

“Yeah,” you admit, smiling.

Your thoughts wander back to the time Jungkook made that playlist for you. You had told him you never really listened to playlists, just played one song and let the auto-play feature do the rest. He was so stunned by that revelation that he spent an afternoon creating a cute little summer playlist just for you.

“Good choice,” he grins, clearly pleased with himself.

“I actually really like the playlist.”

“Of course. I make the best playlists,” he boasts, and you can’t help but chuckle at his confidence.

An exhausted sigh escapes your lips. After finishing the set, you change into the child pose and take deep breaths, relaxing the muscles.

“Taehyung’s at his morning class?” he asks.

“Uh-huh.”

“Can I come over?”

You lift your head to look at the screen. He’s running at a more leisurely pace, looking even more irresistible.

“Like, right now?”

“Yeah.”

“But I’m busy,” you argue, teasing him with a thoughtful pout. On the screen, the instructor announces that the little break is over, and you should get ready for your next set, but you’re not listening anymore. What’s happening on the little screen in front of you is far more enticing.

“Busy, huh?” he mocks with a smirk. “Maybe I can help you with what you’re doing.” His eyes light up with excitement as he pushes his hair from his forehead. “Or you wanna get busy together?”

Unfortunately, it seems you’re not as strong a girl as you thought. You’re very weak. His teasing question, coupled with his wicked tongue grazing his lip piercing, has you weak in the knees. You want nothing more than him on the couch and you straddling him.

“I won’t take up too much of your time,” he promises, the sweet smile back on his face. “Unless you want me to.” He raises an eyebrow teasingly.

“Just come over,” you tell him with a hint of irritation.

Jungkook has the audacity to chuckle, and you frown at him.

“Be quick, or I’ll change my mind.”

“Hi.” Jungkook pokes his head out from the balcony.

You squeal, placing a hand over your chest.

“Jungkook!” you exclaim. “What happened to ringing the bell like normal visitors?”

“Why did you give me the passcode then?” he retorts cheekily, ogling the snug fit of your gym wear.

“Because I had severe cramps and didn’t wanna get up from the couch.”

Thinking back on that specific day, you feel a spark of giddiness bloom in your chest. You had gotten your period, were battling atrocious cramps, and top of it, you had run out of pads. With Taehyung not home and needing them urgently, you knew Jungkook was always quick to reply to your texts. So, you decided to ask him if he could pick up some pads for you.

Twenty minutes later, he showed up at your door not only with the pads but also with snacks. You could see the faint pink flush on his cheeks when he asked, “Girls like eating chocolate when they’re on their period, right?” and hesitantly handed you the snacks.

And then, you did something that still makes you ponder at night – you cuddled without having had sex before. Oddly enough, it felt more intimate than any sexual encounter. Granted, you did get up to some naughty things afterwards, but still. Jungkook had cuddled you through your cramps and even endured watching reality tv shows he claims to despise once again.

“Well, I didn’t wanna disrupt you.” Jungkook walks over to the couch. He grabs your laptop, settles down, and places it on his lap. “Not now, anyway.”

You shift to sit on your knees. Briefly glancing at the screen where the instructor does the next set of exercises before drifting to Jungkook’s smitten face. His skin glistens with a thin sheen of sweat, and his chest still rises and falls a bit faster than usually.

You nod towards him, eyes clinging to his muscular thighs that peek out from his shorts. “How am I supposed to focus when-” When you look like that. But the words catch in your throat.

Jungkook is so shamelessly cocky, he places his hands behind his head. “When what?”

You sigh in irritation, close the video, and slide the laptop off his lap and onto the couch. He opens his legs for you. “Forget this,” you huff, placing your hands on his knees. Jungkook leans in, crashing his lips onto yours, his hand cupping your face.

The kiss is needy and messy. He teases you with his tongue, and you playfully respond until he tugs on your bottom lip with his teeth, causing you to moan and lose yourself in the feeling of his mouth. In less than a minute, Jungkook has you completely pliant in his embrace.

The balcony is surrounded by tall privacy screens and partially shaded by a large canopy, providing privacy from prying eyes.

Your hands slide up his legs, underneath his shorts. You feel his thighs flex on your palm and you squeeze them back in response.

“Wanna feel your mouth,” Jungkook whispers against your lips, sighing in pleasure when you just barely graze your fingers against his cock that strains against the material of his briefs.

Jungkook impatiently pulls down his shorts and briefs and you help him. His cock springs out and stands prettily against his abdomen. Your mouth waters and you have to tell yourself to calm down – he's just a boy and you’re too whipped.

You spit on his cock and coat his length with it. You twist your hand as you slowly pump him and he grows even harder within your grasp, becoming veiny and heavy. You stick out your tongue and give him a few licks over his tip. Jungkook sharply inhales, a gentle moan following right after when he sees you tapping his dick against your tongue.

“Fuck, babe.” He takes his cock in his own hand and continues tapping his head against your tongue. He runs his tip across your mouth too, watching with keen, clouded eyes as he creates a little mess on your face. When he’s finished, he lets you grab his cock again. You wrap your lips around his dick and start bobbing your head up and down.

“That’s right,” he says, brushing your hair behind your ear. His eyes close as you take him deeper into your mouth and his head falls back. With his palm on the back of your head, he presses your head down. A curse flees his lips as almost his entire length vanishes into your mouth.

Jungkook forces his eyes open and moans at the sight of your mouth full of his cock. He loves watching you suck his cock and you love hearing him moan for you.

You’re a little breathless when you release his cock with a lewd pop sound, and your eyes a bit teary too. You stroke his dick and dip down to suck on his balls.

“So good. Fuck – you know what to do,” he mumbles like he’s drunk and you giggle at his comment.

“You like that?”

“So fucking much.” His hand caresses your head, so soft at handling you, but the way desire pinches his brows together shows how much he is struggling to restrain himself from just shoving his entire length down your throat. “Come here.” His tatted hand glides down your shoulder, pulling you up onto his lap.

He squeezes your ass and delivers it a little smack. “You’re so hot.” He peeks over your shoulder, watching the supple flesh fill his hands completely.

“How can you claim to be an everything guy when you’re clearly an ass guy.”

Jungkook takes offense at that. “I am an everything guy!” His hands quickly move to your breasts and he kneads them through your sports bra. “I love your tits just as much.” The tight material presses them snugly together. “I love every part of you.”

You feel a gentle warmth in your cheeks, but you laugh it off. “That is so playboy behaviour of you, Jungkook.”

A frown spreads on his face, lips puckering the slightest bit. “I’m no playboy,” he grumbles as he plays with your tits. Planting little kisses along your neck as if to add sincerity to his words.

You push his arms away and try to stand up, but Jungkook quickly pulls you back onto his lap, firmly gripping your waist.

“Where are you going?” he asks, his tone almost scolding. You grasp his wrist, but he doesn’t let go, his hands remaining firmly in place.

“Condoms,” you remind him. He lets out a quiet, muffled “oh”, and his grip loosens with a reluctant sigh. “’Cause, you know. We hook up with other people.”

Jungkook scoffs at your remark.

“What?” Tilting your head slightly. “I saw you with Nayeon at the party.” You try to sound as least huffy as you can.

“And you fucked Eunwoo,” he counters.

You actually didn’t – you just made out with him. You deliberately chose a spot so Jungkook could see you from the couch, with Nayeon clinging to his side, just because you wanted him to see you.

“So?”

Jungkook levels you with a piercing gaze but remains quiet. He gives your butt a pat and nods towards the balcony door. “Go get the condom.”

When you fetch a condom from your room and return to Jungkook, you see saliva dripping from his lips and he lubes himself up as his pretty fingers wrap around him and stroke his cock. He looks unfairly hot doing the filthiest things.

“Bend over my lap,” he instructs when you hand him the condom, but he ignores it and drops it next to him.

He helps you settle onto his lap, your tummy pressed against one of his thighs and your ass in the air. Jungkook rolls the tight fabric of your shorts over your ass. He flicks your panties aside and groans at the pretty sight in front of him. Wet pussy peeks out from between your soft thighs.

His finger swipes across your pussy. “So wet for me. Can’t wait to have my dick in your pussy, huh?” He rubs your arousal over your pussy, spreading your folds to spit and make an even bigger mess. He’s having so much fun teasing and rubbing you, playing a little with your clit and dipping the tip of his finger inside you.

“Jungkook,” you whine, looking over your shoulder. “We don’t have that much time.”

“Sorry.” He circles your hole with two fingers and plunges them deep inside you. “Better, princess?” he asks after you choke on a moan, mocking you with fake sympathy.

“Yeah, better.” The words roll off your tongue in a soft whisper. Jungkook curls his fingers and your eyes roll involuntarily. “So good.” His other hand rolls the plump flesh of your ass around his palm, sometimes squeezing and leaving his fingerprints on your skin.

He’s fast in figuring out a rhythmic way to move his fingers that instantly unfurls pleasure all over your body. Jungkook knows your body all too well; he has perfected the art of knowing what you like the most.

It makes you think back to high school when you had the biggest, silliest crush on him and wanted nothing more than his attention. Who could blame you? Your older brother’s hot best friend was the captain of the school’s hockey team and practically lived at your house.

Of course, developing a crush on him was inevitable. But you never showed him that you found him cute – you treated him like your older brother’s annoying best friend who was always around. Bickering was just the nature of your friendship. Sometimes, you’d get annoyed when your dad paid more attention to Jungkook. It wasn’t because he preferred Jungkook over you, but because your dad, a high-profile NHL General Manager, supported the boys on their journey.

Every girl in school was swooning over him – they still are. And you’re not the only girl he’s paying attention to. You have to force yourself to admit that he’s hooking up with other girls too, because denying it would make this seem so serious, and the thought of things becoming serious scares you.

You’re content with how things are between you two – you’re not foolish enough to turn this simple, silly arrangement into something serious when you know it wouldn’t last. Taehyung being the main reason for that. But you don’t want Jungkook in a romantic way anyway, and he doesn’t too.

Jungkook smacks your butt, soothing the sharp hit by running his hand over your burning skin right after. “Want your little pussy to be a mess for me.”

It is, you want to say. You are. But you’re lost in the tingling pleasure that clouds your mind, leaving you with nothing but desperate need for him. Any rational thoughts vanish, replaced by an angelic, repetitive chant of his name. Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungkook.

And with only Jungkook your mind, you cum around his fingers, walls clenching as the rush of your high envelops you completely.

“Good girl.” His fingers lather your slick all over your pussy, marvelling at how much it glistens under the sun, watching how it sticks to the pad of his fingers in little strings. “So pretty.” He discards your shorts and panties before pulling you up and making you straddle him.

Your arms drape over his shoulders as he takes in your weary expression, a small smirk rising on his face.

“So annoying,” you mutter and his smile grows wider. You smooch his dimple and rest your forehead against his neck when Jungkook rolls the condom over his cock and you feel him lift your hips up a little to align his tip with your entrance.

He stretches you out in a familiar, delicious way. Burying himself so deep inside you as you sink down on him. Your nose brushes his jaw and a shaky moan bubbles up when you move your hips and feel the full size of his cock.

Jungkook hands stay on your hips, guiding your movements before they sneak behind you and anchor themselves in your butt and you sniff a laugh, leaning back to peer at his face.

“Why?” he questions, curiosity piqued. Even though he doesn’t know why you’re amused, a soft smile spreads on his face.

“Nothing.” Your fingers gently weave through his smooth hair, playing with the strands at the back of his head. “Just you.”

The corners of his mouth curl upward and a satisfied, cocky glint settles in his eyes.

“Take this off,” you say, tugging at the tight-fitting shirt covering his upper half. Jungkook pulls it over his head, revealing a shiny silver necklace decorating his neck. “Is this new?” You trace the delicate chain with your nail.

“Yeah,” he grins proudly. Setting your laptop aside on the coffee table, he manhandles you onto your back, pushing his cock even further into you as he sits on his knees and leans over you. “You like it?”

The necklace dangles just above your face, its silver chain shimmering and momentarily catching your attention. You pull him closer by tugging on it.

“It’s pretty. Suits you.”

The compliment conjures a boyish smile on his lips, making his face soften with a warm, endearing glow – such a sweet contrast to the way he pounds into you with practised movements, his skin covered in sweat yet again, but not for the innocent reason of keeping fit for hockey, but for the wicked reason that Jungkook can’t control his desire to fuck his best friend’s younger sister and keeps coming back to you despite having so many other options.

Jungkook drags your bra down and squeezes your breast, loving the heavy feel of your supple flesh filling his closed fist.

You throw your legs around his waist to pull him even closer to you, if that’s even possible, and Jungkook deepens his thrusts, leaving you gasping for air and holding onto his shoulders, needing something to sink your nails into.

He dips his head down and catches your pebbled and sensitive nub in his mouth, sucking and licking and making your moans whinier. Jungkook leaves tiny flecks of spit on your skin as he peppers your chest and neck with smooches.

Jungkook’s touches send waves of euphoria through you, leaving your thoughts scattered and your senses heightened by how good he makes you feel, chasing your high as you concentrate on the way he reaches your sweet spot every time his body meets yours, so you only realise Jungkook is nibbling and sucking on your neck when you feel his teeth poke you.

“Jungkook,” you scold him, yanking him by the hair.

“What?” He peers at you through his big, round doe eyes.

“Why would you do that?” Your finger grazes the spot where he was just working hard to create a little hickey. “You know I don’t like that.”

“But you look pretty with it.” His brows raise to make his point clear. “Trust me.” He smiles at you in an annoyingly charming way, giving the freshly created hickey a gentle kiss. “A little love bite.” Love bite. You don’t want to dwell on how those words make you feel.

The only thing you want to think about is how close you are to cumming.

“Don’t do that again.” You avoid his gaze and cast it downwards, where he disappears into you. “Just– just make me cum.”

He pushes your leg up, his palm firmly against the back of your thigh. His sparkly necklace catches your attention, swinging in front your face, and it's the way he looks – his face flushed with desire, eyes smouldering, and every muscle taut with intensity – that makes it impossible to look away, leaving you completely captivated as you listen to his pretty moans that sound even better than the song playing in the background.

Your fingers trail down his chest, brushing over his hard abs as a faint attempt to moan his name rolls of your tongue and you bask in the bliss that floods through you.

“Fuck, ___,” he rasps when he feels you squeezing his cock. “Gonna cum too.”

His thrusts become sloppy as Jungkook loses himself in the feeling of release. His moans are breathy and low and you hear him stutter when he finally comes undone too. The muscles on his tummy clench and you feel his grip on your thigh tighten as Jungkook moves his hips slowly now. With rosy cheeks and a look of deep satisfaction brightening his face, he leans in, and presses a fervent kiss to your lips.

You’d love to stay like this with him a bit longer, teasing and annoying each other until you’re ready for another round. But the reminder that Taehyung’s class will end soon brings you back to reality. You only ever have these secret moments for a limited time before reality comes crashing back down.

“Think we should head inside?” you ask.

“Uh-huh.” He’s busy dotting your neck with gentle kisses.

“You’d have to get off me, y’know?”

He chuckles, and you feel a ticklish flutter in your tummy.

“Just wait a minute.”

You step back inside once you’re both clothed again and you managed to pry Jungkook off you after he stubbornly clung to you for what felt like ages. Definitely longer than just a minute.

“We could make this exclusive, if you’d want that,” Jungkook proposes, stepping closer and you feel his heavy gaze lingering on you.

“Huh?” You’re busy with closing the balcony door, cursing the insects that always manage to invade your apartment. Taehyung’s been promising to put up the insect screen for months.

Jungkook helps you close the door with a strong push. “If the condoms annoy you, we could stop hooking up with other people.”

“Oh,” you utter, surprised.

If you’re honest with yourself, you have to admit that Jungkook has ruined you for other guys. No other boy quiet hits the same after experiencing how Jungkook treats you in bed. There is a reason why girls blush and giggle and crave his attention whenever he walks by. He’s just that good.

But being exclusive means spending even more time together, which increases the chance of Taehyung finding out.

You cringe at the thought of that.

“We’d practically be begging Taehyung to catch us like fools,” you tell him.

Just then, you hear someone type in the code and the front door opens.

Quickly, like a practised move, you put distance between you and Jungkook.

“You hungry, ___?” Taehyung calls out, emerging from the hallway. His gaze is focused on his phone as he types, until he notices you and Jungkook and stops in his tracks. “I was just about to call you for breakfast.” He lifts the bag from your favourite bakery. “What are you doing here?”

“I knew you’d invite me for breakfast.” Jungkook beams, reaching for the bag.

Taehyung’s gaze shifts to you, but you quickly brush past him. “I’m gonna take a shower. Don’t wait for me!”

“Did you come from a workout?” You hear Taehyung ask Jungkook.

Jungkook says yes, but he doesn’t tell your brother what kind of workout.

And moments like these are exactly why you want to keep things as they are with Jungkook.

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read more of this couple here <3

#jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #jungkook scenario #jungkook fanfic #jungkook fluff #jeon jungkook #jungkook #bts smut #bts fanfic #bts scenario #bts x reader #bts imagine #jungkook imagine

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prettygirl-gabi · 5 months ago

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Title: Only I Get to Lift You

Fandom: UConn Women’s Basketball

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Reader

Rating: T (Teen)

Warnings: Mild jealousy, light angst, fluff, playful possessiveness

Summary: With TikTok supposedly on the verge of being banned, you’re determined to convince Paige to do the Jacked and Kind trend as a farewell. Paige refuses, saying she won’t even post her drafts, unlike the rest of your teammates. So, you ask someone else...

“C’mon, Paige, please?” I whined, leaning my full weight against her as we sat on the couch in her dorm.

Paige groaned, not even looking up from her phone. “Nope.”

I pouted. “It’s a farewell to TikTok. You have to do it with me.”

She rolled her eyes. “I don’t have to do anything.”

“Paige—”

“No.”

I let out a dramatic sigh, flopping against her. “Everyone else has done it! Ice, Azzi, Sarah, Jana—”

“And that’s exactly why I don’t need to do it,” she cut in. “I don’t even post like that, Y/N. I have like… a hundred drafts, most are ads that having been set to drop yet.”

I gasped. “And you’re not gonna post the non ad drafts?!”

“Nope.”

I sat up, scandalized. “You’re the worst.”

She smirked. “And yet, you’re still in love with me.”

I grumbled under my breath before pushing off the couch. “Fine. If you won’t do it, I’ll just ask Jana.”

Paige quirked a brow. “Jana?”

“Yup,” I said, grabbing my phone. “She’s tall, she’s strong, and unlike some people, she actually likes to have fun.”

Paige snorted. “Go ahead then. Have fun.”

Oh, I would.

Convincing Jana had been way easier.

“You wanna do a TikTok trend with me?” she repeated after I explained.

I nodded. “Yeah, you just lift me on your shoulders for the ‘Jacked and Kind’ thing.”

She smiled. “Okay, sure.”

Easy.

Sarah started the music, and I grinned at the camera as we recorded.

Jana crouched, letting me carefully climb onto her shoulders. She stood with ease, my legs dangling as I gripped her head for balance.

Everything was going great—until I saw Paige standing across the gym, her arms crossed, staring hard.

I could tell exactly what was happening in that pretty little head of hers.

Something clicked.

Something possessive.

And suddenly, the video was no longer cute to her—it was personal.

The second I hopped off Jana’s shoulders, Paige was right there.

“Redo it.”

I blinked. “Huh?”

She gestured at my phone. “The TikTok. Redo it. With me.”

I stared at her for a second, then smirked. “Ohhh, now you wanna do it?”

Paige clenched her jaw. “Only I get to lift my girl on my shoulders. No one else.”

Azzi, Ice, and Sarah cackled in the background.

Jana, bless her heart, just looked amused. “I mean, I don’t mind—”

“No, you’re good,” Paige said quickly. “We’re doing it again.”

I bit back a laugh. “Oh, so when Jana does it, it’s a problem?”

“Yes,” Paige said without hesitation.

Sarah whistled. “Damn, she’s pressed.”

Paige ignored her, just crouching down. “C’mon, up you go. Alright, run it back,” she said.

I rolled my eyes, but agreed to letting etting Sarah re-start the sound. We waited for the sound to start playing.

Once the sound started playing Paige stood, her grip on my waist firm, like she needed to prove something.

I smiled as the song restarted, she lifted me up with ease. With me now resting on her shoulder, Paige smirked up at me, squeezing my calves. “Now it’s cute.”

I laughed, shaking my head. This girl was ridiculous.

But, honestly? I loved her for it.

The second I posted the TikTok, I knew it was over for Paige.

The comments were rolling in within seconds:

@paige4mvp: “FINALLY she did the trend, took her long enough ”

@wnbabuckets: “Paige, just go ahead and clean out those drafts while you’re at it.”

@uconnfancam: “Bueckers, drop the drafts, we BEG.”

I scrolled through the flood of replies, laughing to myself as I sat on the couch. Paige, who was sprawled across my lap, raised an eyebrow at my amusement. “What’s so funny?”

I turned my phone toward her, showing the endless comments demanding that she post the TikToks she had sitting in her drafts.

Paige groaned dramatically, throwing her head back. “Ma, I told you they were gonna start on me the second you posted it.”

I smirked, playing with the ends of her hair. “Well, maybe if you actually posted anything instead of letting your drafts collect dust, they wouldn’t be on your ass like this.”

She huffed, crossing her arms. “I don’t even have that many—”

“Paige, you have like 105, and I'm pretty sure 50% of em are yet to be released ads and sponsors.”

She sat up, giving me a look. “How do you even know that?”

I gave her an innocent smile. “I may or may not have taken a little peek while you were editing our video.”

Paige groaned again, flopping dramatically against me. “You’re the worst.”

I laughed, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “And yet, you still love me.”

“Yeah, yeah,” she mumbled. “Whatever, you say baby.”

A few hours later kk had convinced me to do a TikTok Live with her

“Alright, y’all, what’s up?”

I grinned at the screen as KK adjusted the phone, setting up the TikTok Live. The chat was already moving at lightning speed, comments rolling in about the Jacked and Kind TikTok.

@paigeismybabymama: “Y/N, YOU SNAPPED WITH THAT POST ”

@kkfanclub: “KK AND Y/N?? ELITE LIVEEEEEE”

@paigeslockscreen: “Where’s Bueckers?? She still hiding from the comments??”

I laughed as KK read that one out loud. “Nah, she and Jana are building something new once again. Probably about to break our damn apartment, from the way they are yelling at each other.”

The camera shifted slightly, showing Paige and Jana sitting on the floor, surrounded by wooden planks and an instruction manual that Jana is reading out loud only for paige to tell her to slow down or she's not making any sense.

KK snickered, before adding fuel to the fire. “Hey, P boogers! The chat said you need to come out of hiding and post your drafts.”

Paige didn’t even look up. “Tell them to mind their business.”

I smirked, leaning toward the phone. “Y’all heard her—keep commenting about it.”

More comments flooded in instantly.

@nukebueckers:“POST THE DRAFTS, PAIGE. STOP PLAYIN.”

@wnbawatchparty: “NAH, WE AIN’T LETTING THIS GO.”

Paige sighed dramatically, setting down the drill and turning toward me. “Y/N, baby, you’re supposed to have my back.”

I gave her an innocent shrug. “I am. I just think you should give the people what they want. Cause its also what I want”

She squinted at me, then at the phone. Then, with a mischievous grin, she stood up, stretching her arms above her head.

The chat immediately went wild.

@paigebiceps:“NAH WAIT WHY IS SHE BUILT LIKE THAT”

@fypuconn:“PAIGE IN THE SPORTS BRA AND GREEN PJS HELLO????”

@wnbabuckets: “IS SHE ABOUT TO DO A TIKTOK ON LIVE???”

I raised an eyebrow as Paige walked over to me, now standing directly behind the couch. She leaned down, resting her chin on my shoulder. “You wanna put on show for TikTok, baby?”

I smirked before turning to look at her. “You trying to redeem yourself?”

She grinned, kissing my cheek. “Something like that.”

The chat was moving way too fast now.

@paigefanclub: “SHE CALLED HER BABY AGAIN BYEEEE”

@jukebueckers: “NOT HER BEING ALL FLIRTY ON LIVE—”

@y/nnation: “SOMEONE SCREEN RECORD THIS”

KK, who had been watching with amusement, shook her head. “Nah, this is actually crazy. Go ahead, do the trend again, since Paige wanna prove something.”

Jana, who was still trying to assemble the furniture, looked up and smirked. “Oh, this I gotta see.”

“Alright, P baby. You ready?” I say as I stood up going to stand in the middle of the floor.

She smirked. “Always, ma.”

Paige stretched again, showing off just enough muscle to make the chat go feral. Then, with zero hesitation, she reached down and grabbed my waist.

I let out a small yelp as she lifted me effortlessly, settling me onto her shoulders like it was nothing.

The chat? Absolutely losing its mind.

@paigeisstrong: “I KNEW SHE WAS STRONG BUT DAMN”

@y/nluver:“THE WAY SHE JUST PICKED HER UP LIKE THAT—”

@uconnfans:“OH SHE OWNS YOU FR”

I laughed, holding onto Paige’s head for balance.

The two of us did the trend flawlessly, Paige flexing way more than necessary, making sure to show off just how effortlessly she could hold me up.

As soon as we both finished, she had a menacing idea to toss me back down onto the couch. Letting out a yelp, as I landed on the couch I sat up only for Paige to put me in her lap. Her hands lingering on my waist as she pulled me close. “That good enough for y’all?” she teased the camera.

The chat was a mess.

@fypnation: “PAIGE JUST BE LIFTING READER LIKE A FEATHER, HUH?”

@wnbastans:“THE WAY SHE HOLDS HER???? THIS AINT EVEN FAIR”

@paigebucketsss: “YEAH OKAY, THEY’RE IN LOVE. WE GET IT.”

I grinned, leaning into Paige. “See? Was that so bad?”

She hummed, pressing a kiss to my temple. “Not if I get to do it with you.”

KK gagged in the background. “Alright, that’s enough of that. Y’all got the people going insane.”

Jana, still struggling with the furniture, snorted. “At least someone’s getting something done today. Paige please come finish helping me.”

Paige just smirked, wrapping her arms around my waist. “So, what I’m hearing is… I should post at least one?”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Paige, just post your damn drafts already, and go help Jan.”

She sighed, pretending to think. “Ehh… maybe I’ll just keep making y’all wait, and fine give me the drill,”

The chat lost it again.

And I just shook my head, knowing damn well she was never gonna let this joke die, or post them damn tiktoks.

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-Thank You For Reading!🩵🩶

-prettygirl-gabi🎀✨️

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doyoulikethissong-poll · 4 months ago

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Ron Wasserman - X-Men 1992

X-Men: The Animated Series is an American animated superhero television series aired for five seasons from 1992 to 1997. Set in the same fictional universe as Spider-Man (1994–1998), it was followed by a revival, X-Men '97, which began airing on March 20, 2024, on Disney+ to critical acclaim. In the 2022 MCU film Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness, the theme song from the TV series (orchestrated by Danny Elfman and credited as X-Men '97 Theme) is played when Charles Xavier (portrayed by Patrick Stewart) first appears; in the film, unlike his previous performances as the character in Fox's X-Men franchise, Stewart's Xavier is visually redesigned to match his animated counterpart, complete with his iconic green suit, blue and black tie, and yellow hoverchair. (let's be fair; his entry scene with this music is the only thing worth remembering about that film) In the Ms. Marvel episode "No Normal", the X-Men theme is played when Kamala Khan discovers that she is a "mutant".

Ronald Aaron Wasserman, also known as Aaron Waters and The Mighty Raw, is an American musician who composed the original theme songs for Mighty Morphin Power Rangers and X-Men: The Animated Series. He composed the theme songs for Sweet Valley High, Teknoman and VR Troopers. During his early days at Saban Entertainment, Wasserman worked as a music engineer, sometimes contributing background music and co-writing themes for several of their smaller series. Shows Wasserman worked on during this period include King Arthur and the Knights of Justice (which he composed the theme for), Little Shop, Saban's Around the World in Eighty Dreams, Saban's Gulliver's Travels, and Video Power.

In 1992, Wasserman wrote the theme song for the animated X-Men series and co-composed background music for it, with this being the first hit show he worked on. Wasserman did not know anything about X-Men when he was asked to compose the theme. In a retrospective 2022 article, Wasserman remembered, "it was two weeks of hell putting that song together", adding that "I kept getting notes saying they wanted more baseline, then more high-hats. It was a real pain in the ass to do all that back then too. It came out really great though, the theme was really catchy and interesting and it was especially interesting when they animated to it." Wasserman also wrote some of the show's background music, with other composers from Saban also working on the background music. For the early episodes, the show's closing credits featured an instrumental heavy rock song from Wasserman, but for later episodes it was replaced by a shortened version of his opening theme.

Wasserman's X-Men theme would later be reworked by The Newton Brothers for X-Men '97 (2024). The series is a continuation of X: Men: The Animated Series, which originally ended in 1997. One of Feige's stipulations for reviving X-Men: The Animated Series was ensuring Marvel Studios was able to use that series' theme song. Following legal battles with Saban Entertainment over the use of the theme, Marvel Studios paid a large sum to secure the rights to it in 2022. This was done on the condition that it be re-recorded for future projects and credited to the original series' music executives.

"X-Men" received a total of 89,3% yes votes! A special shout-out to those of you who knew this theme would show up because I have mentioned X-Men a few times here before already, lol. 😂 I chose to put the '97 version on the reveal video with the original remaining on the poll's audio. :)

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#finished #high yes #high reblog #low no #90s #o1 #lo3 #soundtracks #instrumental #ron wasserman

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atrirose · 11 months ago

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⠀⠀( ⠀⠀치클 ⠀⠀) ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ GRWM ⠀.⠀.⠀.⠀⠀💭 ! ⠀⠀ enha

⠀⠀ s : GRWM to break up with my boyfriend oops ! ᆼᆽᆼ enha ! bf x f ! r .. tiktok 𝓈eries ⠀⠀⠀ㅜㅜ warning : kissing + FLUFF wc 1.2k ꒰ᐢ. ̫ .ᐢ꒱ seiu : tt update after 300 yr

— HEESEUNG LEE

you sat on the bed with a phone sat up, recording you with heeseung in the background not paying attention, lost in his phone “get ready with me to break up with my boyfriend” heeseung’s eyebrows furrowed as he turned towards you, your back faced him, “what are you talking about?” he questioned “not now babe i’m trying to film a tiktok”

“no i can see that but would mind explaining yourself real quick yn” he scooted closer to you, grabbing your shoulders to make you face him “it’s a get ready with me video hee” you said rolling your eyes “yeah i know that but what do you mean ‘to break up with my boyfriend’?” he said, you try not to laugh but it’s impossible seeing how serious heeseung is “god you are so cute” you said as you cupped his face and gave him a quick peck “i was just joking”

“it better be joke, we aren’t ending ever”

— JONGSEING PARK

“what are you doing?” jay asked as you set up the camera “just a tiktok” he hummed going back to his song writing “hi guys ! get ready with me to break up with my boyfriend” you peered over jay from the camera, he didn’t even move an inch, still busy with his notepad writing, “so me and my boyfriend have been dating for 3 years now and honestly he is the best you could ask but i just don’t feel like it anymore so i decided to break up with him” you did your skin care as you blabbed nonsense but jay still remained stoic.

you switched off the phone as you stomped your way towards him, he looked up with a smirk “what’s wrong darling? are you done with the tiktok?” this cheeky bastard “you…” you are pouting trying to find the correct words but instead of you getting a reaction out of him he has you all bothered “me?”

“meanie” you said walking away only to be pulled by him, you landed on his lap, he hugged you tightly “we are not breaking up ever so these pranks won’t work on me, why don’t you find another one hmm?” he said pressing you against his chest

“you and me have to grow old together”

— JAEYUN SIM

“get ready with me to break up with my boyfriend” jake looked “what?” he questioned hoping he heard wrong “jake not now im filming a tiktok”

“i’m pregnant” you whipped your head towards him in disbelief “that’s not how it works jake” you said doing your mascara while he fiddled with your jacket trying to think of some excuse “yn stop i will cry” you giggled at him, cupping his face and pulling him for a long peck “say you are joking” his face still being squeezed by your hands “it’s a prank jake sorry baby” your his nose while he glared at you “not funny, im afraid you have no humor, the police going to get you”

“i accept cuddles and kisses to forgive you for what you did”

— SUNGHOON PARK

“you’re recording?” sunghoon said as he flopped behind you on the bed watching some video on his phone “yeah” you said setting up the stuff “okay, i will turn off the volume” he said getting up to kiss your cheeks before you hit record

“hi guys, i know it’s been so long since i posted anything but get ready with me to break up with my boyfriend” sunghoon paused the video as he got up sitting next to you, his eyes scanning your face as you “babe do you need some-”

“unless you have other boyfriends you are breaking up, but you obviously don’t thus stop lying to them and start recording again” he said, he deleting the recording “you can’t do that” you said as sunghoon laid back down on the bed again “i can do anything” he said pulling you down with him, he kissed you holding your waist down while your hands travelled down his biceps “wouldn’t be able to kiss me if you break up yn” he said smirking, kissing your cheeks all the way down to your collar bone.

“you’re mine forever”

— SUNWOO KIM

“get ready with me-” sunoo enters the washroom in confusion “babe tiktok? without me?” sunoo fake pouts “sorry sun, next okay” you pecked his lips “okay but remember we have to leave soon” he said sitting down at the bed leaving the door open “okay ! so get ready with me to break up with my boyfriend” a loud voice came from outside so you went out to check what it was “sunoo are you okay?” you went over to look if he got hurt “yeah i’m fine and you can take your time yn. no rush” hearing your name instead of babe or honey made you gulp.

“i should call the restaurant and let them know we can’t make it too” he said unlocking his phone and you thought its better to say it’s a prank before he starts crying “sunoo it’s a prank babe, im sorry” he turns towards you with a smile “oh good for a second i thought we need to get on” he put his phone up and records himself while you look at him confused “get ready with me to break up with my girlfriend” you hit him as he laughs “stop”

he kissing your forehead “i can never lose you, it will break me, never joke about it”

— JUNGWON YANG

“babe this one?” jungwon asked passing you a face mask “yes thank you” you hit record as he sat on a sofa opposite to you, so he can be out of the frame, admiring his pretty girl “get ready with me ! breaking up with my boyfriend edition” his eyes quickly went from admiring to shocked big boba eyes, he looked like he was frozen “what do you mean?”

“not now won, i’m filming” he didn’t care he sat beside you peering like a cat “if this is a way to engage with audience or just rage bait, i do not care, your not do such a thing please” he said turning off your phone “saying please when i know you are giving an order” he smiled “cuddles please” — “that’s another order with an unnecessary ‘please’ i have face mask on now won” you rolled your eyes, he hugged your waist and made you lay with him.

“i do not care” he said snuggling into your neck

— RIKI NISHIMURA

“get ready with me to break up with my boyfriend-” a loud choking noise “you have other boyfriends because you sure aren’t getting ready to break up with me”

“so you are cool with me having other boyfriends but not breaking up with you” you put on your hair band to get your hair off your face “absolutely not but-” he stumbled with his words trying to find the right thing to say while you hummed and did your skincare, watching him confused “wait how did it get to me having to give an explanation when you are the one in wrong” he huffed

you giggled at his pouty face, twisting from confusion to frustration, you kissed his cheek “i was joking riki” he glared at you trying to prove he is still angry but of course that didn’t last long when you showed up with his favorite food.

“better not pull this again or you will on time out”

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hbmmaster · 2 months ago

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okay, think about it for a second. why do half-hour "extended versions" of video game music exist on youtube?

I think it's pretty straightforward: video game music is often written to be listened to in the background on loop, but basically no standard music players support listening to music on loop with custom loop points. that means if a track has an intro that should only play once then it starts looping, you can't really listen to it on loop through conventional means.

so I think it's clear that the "extended version" is a workaround for that specific problem. people aren't really seeking out a way to listen to this one particular Animal Crossing track for exactly 30 minutes, they want to listen to it on loop for an indefinite amount of time, and 30 minutes is probably long enough that they won't have to worry about it.

so then, why does Nintendo Music, a dedicated music streaming service for video game music, offer "extended versions" of tracks?

if you poke around a little you can notice that Nintendo Music is doing extended versions in a clever way, they've actually defined custom loop points so the track loops in the way it would in-game, and then fades out after the set amount of time passes.

but like, if you listen to a song on loop (or an extended version of a song on loop) it doesn't use these loop points? it still fades the track out then starts over, just like it would if you were listening to a normal MP3 that didn't have custom loop points defined.

so like what the heck

#hbmmaster #nintendo music

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smileycarat · 3 days ago

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wonwoo x idol!reader pt 3

in which you and wonwoo don’t really keep your relationship a secret, and fans get glimpses into your lives together

masterlist

fans find out that you both live together through one of wonwoo’s lives

he’s sitting on the couch, slightly slouched as he leans closer to read comments

in the background, there is the sound of a woman’s laughter, just loud enough to be heard with wonwoo’s talking

people immediately start to question it, to the point where wonwoo has to scroll to find other comments to talk about that don’t revolve around you

people ask where mingyu is, and wonwoo responds, “he’s at his apartment.”

fans were a little heartbroken to hear that they no longer lived together

but then the realization hit that he might be living with you now

during one of your own lives, you’re speaking about how you have a sore throat from recording yesterday, so apologies for the raspy voice

(fans said you sounded hot)

you mentioned that you were excited for the song you were recording, and that you hoped fans would love it as much

as you’re discussing the ways you were recording, a hand snuck into frame to hand you a mug

you had visibly brightened and gushed an excited “what’s this?” as you took a sip

the live chat was a blur with how quickly it blew up when fans heard a deep voice say “tea. careful, it’s hot.”

it was slightly too late as you had already taken a sip, and it was a hilarious sight when you placed the cup down with a hiss of “hot!”

you slightly rubbed at you bottom lip with a small frown

“are you alright?” was heard from behind the camera

fans captured the moment the hand first came into frame, and of course they saw the very same familiar ring worn by wonwoo and all svt members

the same hand cupped your chin as it tilted your head up to assess the damage

you laughed the pain off, playfully swatting the hand away, “i’m fiiiiine, you warned me and i didn’t listen”

you returned to your live as if nothing happened despite the comments going crazy fast, to the point where you couldn’t really read them, so you changed topic and began chatting about your new nail set

the screenshot of you with someone cupping your chin and tilting your head up went viral

people even outside of the kpop world were commenting on the image and it quickly became a hot topic

people were using that shot for art reference, for goodness sake

despite your relationship not exactly being kept a secret, you can’t really manage to talk about it but there are more signs

one day you release a vlog of you going shopping by yourself at the mall

just a simple fun day

you stop at one of the electronic stores saying you needed a new phone charger, and it should have been a quick stop

yet you made your way over to the gaming keyboards and were showing off all the different clicking sounds that they made

your blog quickly turned into an asmr video with the way you focused on a baby pink sparkly keyboard with the most cozy clicking sounds

“isn’t this fun?!” you excitedly whispered to the camera as your nails made clacking sounds with the keyboard

the next portion of the vlog was you walking out of the store carrying a shopping bag, looking way too happy with yourself

a few weeks later, during one of wonwoo’s GAM3 BO1 lives, fans noticed the same pink sparkly keyboard featured in your video

when asked about it, wonwoo simply stated, “i like the clicking sounds it makes”

trust, it became a staple for all future GAM3 BO1 lives

a/n: i luv writing shenanigans for these two! pls make sure to reblog and share <3

#seventeen #seventeen x reader #kpop #seventeen wonwoo #seventeen wonu #wonwoo x reader #jeon wonwoo #jeon wonu #wonwoo fic #wonwoo x idol!reader #wonwoo x y/n #wonwoo x you #idol!reader #seventeen imagines #seventeen fic #seventeen fanfic #seventeen fluff

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erinwantstowrite · 1 year ago

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if you're stuck on a chapter there are a few reasons:

-your set up to the scene you're writing is not working. go back and check it

-you are not in the right POV. think about who would be the most interesting or the most entertaining or the most informative in that scene, depending on what impact you want the scene to have

-you're at the beginning of the chapter and the words aren't coming to you even though you have it planned out already? the solution is simple: you don't like what you have planned out as much as you think you do. do not force it

-solution to a lot of problems comes from a single question I ask myself: Do I choose the kind option, or the mean option? (Your readers will eat up either one)

-You find the dialogue lacking? Act it out

-Your scene feels boring or something just "ain't right" but you can't tell what it is? Try making yourself feel the emotion you want your readers to feel. If you didn't cry while writing a scene meant to make your readers bawl their eyes out, then you might not have connected to your character as well as you wanted to. Put yourself in their shoes, pretend you ARE them.

(And afterwards, please practice putting yourself back in your own shoes and taking care of your mental health. Sometimes the fucked up stuff might get to you. Healthy minds create healthy lives, and in turn, you get to keep creating.)

-Your environment might be bothering you. Take a look around you and see what's nagging you. Is your workspace not clean? Are your notes out of order? A clean/orderly workspace can help you organize your thoughts or get you into a more productive mood. (Trust me, I get it, sometimes it's really hard to keep it tidy.)

-Try white/brown/pink noise. Try listening to music, or to videos that create background noise you feel most productive with.

-Jumping jacks. Squats. Stretches. Wiggle around your room. That one scene in High School Musical where Sharpay and Ryan are warming up. It sounds ridiculous, but this is good for you, your body, and your mind. Release pent up energy, get yourself awake and focused. If you aren't able to do this, try something silly to wake your brain up. Do some puzzles, sing some songs, etc.

-Most importantly:

Did you do your laundry? Did you get enough sun? Did you drink enough water? Did you eat enough today? Did you get your favorite snack? Did you smile? Did you run in your yard like you did as a kid? Did you laugh with your friend? Did you see the way their eyes crinkle when they smile at you? Did you play with your dog? Your cat? Did you look at the flowers in the field near your house? Did you meet someone new? Did you learn something you didn't before? Did you try something you were scared of? Did it go well? Did you enjoy being yourself? Did you explore the world today? Did you live? Did you love? Did you feel? Did you breathe, and relax, and feel that everything is gonna be okay?

It might seem insignificant, but we write from the heart, not just the mind. Let your story sit in the back of your mind when you truly feel stuck. Take care of yourself, try getting out of your head. Notice the details around you, commit them to memory. Your story will wait for you. It might take a day, or days, or a week, or a month, months, or a year or years. But the story sits with you and you'll be thinking about it without actually thinking about it. When you come to your story again, it will be happy that you've grown, no matter how big or small

#erinwantstowrite #writing blog #writing advice #writing #writing inspiration #writer's block #writers on tumblr #writerscommunity #mental health #it's so imprtant to take care of yourself #your characters want you to do that #they live as an extension of you

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cherry-coffees · 2 months ago

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Caitlyn getting (accidentally) TikTok famous

Caitlyn getting TikTok famous is not something you had planned on.

It isn't something she had planned on, either. One moment, she's filming a short clip showcasing her outfit of the day; and the next, she's getting thousands of likes and hundreds of comments. She had only been wearing her simple black turtleneck, high-waisted pants, and heeled boots: Caitlyn doesn't see the fuss.

But oh, other people do.

Do you do weddings? (As the bride)

Just one chance 😫

Her accent??? I'll do ANYTHING

Caitlyn barely looks at her comments. She's not really on social media to begin with, only posting a few videos a week and scrolling for five to ten minutes. They're short: usually about her outfits, some event in Piltover she went to, or a particularly intense training routine that she worked up a sweat from.

Needless to say, those comments were particularly unhinged.

You sit in bed one night, the comforter pulled over your body as you lay back against the pillows. You're glaring down at your phone, each comment you read succeeding in further pissing you off. Who even are these people, and why do they think they have a chance with your girlfriend?

"What's wrong, darling?" Caitlyn steps out from the bathroom that's connected to your shared bedroom. She's gorgeous: a towel wrapped around her body and her wet hair reaching her shoulders. Loose droplets of water run across her collarbone and down her chest, and you can't help the flare of jealousy that rises inside you.

You know your girlfriend is hot. Still, these sights are for your eyes only.

"Darling?" Caitlyn repeats as she dries her hair with another towel. Her eyebrows furrow in concern at your lack of response, and she steps over to sit on the edge of the bed.

You huff out a sigh, holding out your phone so that the screen faces her. "Have you seen these?" Your eyes narrow as you gesture to a few of the many comments on her most recent video.

"Yes," Caitlyn shrugs like it's obvious, like there's no reason why she should care for them. "I don't know why people like it so much."

"It's cause you're hot." Your voice morphs into a petulant whine as you state the truth. You can't help it; why should you have to share what's yours?

"That doesn't matter."

You cross your arms, sulking as if you're a child. "Yes, it does."

Caitlyn laughs softly, endeared by your pouting form. She considers your words for a moment before she sets your phone on the bed and brings your hand up to her lips. She presses a gentle kiss to the back of it. "I think it's time that people met my girlfriend, hm?"

The next day, a new video is uploaded to Caitlyn Kiramman's TikTok. A clip from the song Out of My League plays in the background as Caitlyn backs up while facing the camera, pretending to accidentally bump into a girl behind her. Then, when the beat drops, she suddenly spins around and lifts you into her arms, carrying you offscreen as she gives you the sappiest smile known to mankind.

And the caption?

Meet my future wife 💕 #wlw

My upcoming idol!Caitlyn fic is SO long and I'm trying to make it the best quality possible for you lovelies! Here are some of my silly Cait ideas while I finish it and try not to die <3

~Cherry 🍒

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demie90s · 27 days ago

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Questions We Shouldn’t Answer

꒰ 🍒 ꒱ Paige Bueckers X READER ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ MASTERLIST MORE

⭑ pairing: Paige Bueckers x reader (fem!reader)

⭑ summary: You and Paige agree to film a fan Q&A video, thinking it’ll be chill. It’s not. Between chaotic questions, fake beef, suspicious flirting, and the unspoken fact that y’all are secretly dating, the energy is loud, unserious, and dangerously close to getting exposed.

⭑ genre: Comedy, slice-of-life, secret relationship, chaotic love

⭑ warnings: Swearing, flirtatious bickering, heavy sarcasm, delusional fans, dangerously unserious energy

⭑ word count: 0.5k

The second they tell you it’s a media day “content shoot,” you already know what time it is.

You show up twenty minutes late—iced coffee in one hand, lip gloss in the other, Paige’s hoodie on your back. And she’s already seated on the other side of the set, legs crossed, rolling her eyes like she didn’t FaceTime you five times this morning to wake you up.

The camera’s not even on yet, and Paige is mouthing, “Take it off.”

You mouth back, “Make me.”

KK walks by with a bag of Tru Fru and stops. “Lord, y’all not even tryin’ to hide it no more.”

You grin, slide into the seat next to Paige, and lean your cheek on her shoulder like you didn’t just come from clowning her in practice. “She missed me.”

“She was at my apartment last night,” Paige says flatly to the producer.

“Y’all ready?” the media guy asks, clearly already tired.

“Been ready,” you say, kicking your Crocs off under the table. “Let’s cook.”

FIRST QUESTION: Who’s the better shooter?

You blink slow and look dead at Paige.

She doesn’t even flinch. “Me.”

You tilt your head. “You sure about that?”

“I know I’m sure. Be for real.”

You snort. “You went 2 for 10 yesterday and I counted.”

“And you had four turnovers in one scrimmage—should we keep score?”

KK walks by again in the background: “World War 3 loading.”

SECOND QUESTION: What’s your pregame hype song?

You both answer at the same time.

You: “Baby Keem—‘Honest.’”

Paige: “‘Straightening.’ Migos.”

You pause. “See that? We was locked in. Right there.”

Paige turns toward the camera. “We have a shared playlist, actually.”

You glance at her, then at the camera. “Private, though. Can’t risk y’all catching feelings over how good the vibes are.”

THIRD QUESTION: Who’s most likely to get a tech first?

Before the words are out, Paige points to you.

You lift both hands like, “I mean, yeah.”

“She gets one almost every month,” Paige says.

You wave her off. “I’m passionate. Geno love it.”

Behind the camera, you hear Geno’s voice: “I absolutely do not.”

FOURTH QUESTION: What’s your favorite memory together?

The silence is suspicious.

You both look at each other, then back at the camera like, “Next question.”

“Oh it’s like that?” the producer teases.

You bite your lip, grinning. “Yeah. ‘Cause if we answer it, y’all gon’ post it, and if y’all post it, she gon’ be on blogs. I’m not tryna fight comments.”

Paige looks real smug. “Somebody sounds obsessed.”

You fake a gasp. “Yeah. I am.”

The editor already knows that part getting clipped.

FIFTH QUESTION : What’s one thing the fans don’t know about y’all?

Paige leans back like she’s thinking. You lean forward like you already know what you’re about to say.

You drop your voice low. “She be singing in the shower. Loud. Off-key. Beyoncé runs on a Taylor Swift beat. I’ve suffered.”

Paige side-eyes you. “You literally sleep with your socks on.”

The crew loses it.

Interviewer: “Okay last one—who’s most likely to get caught sneaking into someone else’s dorm past curfew?”

You don’t even blink.

You: “Depends. Are we talkin’ caught on camera or caught in the act?”

Paige shifts in her seat, real calm. Too calm.

Paige: “You’d be caught. You don’t know how to shut a door quietly.”

You: “You don’t lock yours.”

Silence.

KK, somewhere behind the camera: “OH MY GOD.”

Geno, barely containing himself: “Y’all are bold today.”

You just smirk and lean back like you didn’t just air out a whole situation.

Paige mutters under her breath, “I should’ve stayed home.”

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neos127 · 1 year ago

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park sunghoon x idol!fem!reader | stuck by the glue onto you

wc. 1.2k genre. strangers to lovers(??), pining + clingy hoon cw. none!! notes. idk what this is but this was todays daydream! so i had to write it into a fic (kinda messy bc it’s a brain dump but!)

you were laid out in your bed after a long day of practice, taking time to admire the view out your window while also scrolling through tiktok. you wanted to see if fans had watched your group’s new variety show with enhypen yet, knowing how excited both fandoms were after seeing the teaser.

when you scrolled onto a particularly interesting video, you sat up, your heart rate increasing as your eyes narrowed on the text.

‘sunghoon realizing that he’s in love with y/n’ was the caption in the middle of the screen along with ‘glue song’ playing in the background. you took a deep breath before allowing the video to play, already feeling butterflies invade your stomach.

CLIP #1

you were very nervous while being interviewed considering that your group had only recently debuted. it was your first week doing promotions and due to being a foreigner, you weren’t very confident with your korean yet.

as your shaky hands held the microphone close to your face, you began to stumble over your words. the dialogue on the script you were supposed to repeat suddenly blurring together. panic crossed your face for a split second, and mc sunghoon noticed that. he quickly mumbled the word you forgot into his microphone and you shot him a grateful smile before repeating and continuing with your small speech.

CLIP #2

you had remembered seeing this clip about a year ago, trying to brush it off even though the moment had never left your mind. apparently sunghoon couldn’t divert his gaze from you at an award show, his eyes practically sparkling as he observed you in your gorgeous dress. sunghoon rarely looked at any other female idols, so fans seemed to single out the moments when sunghoon’s attention was only directed onto you. when the two of you crossed paths, he smiled and politely bowed which caused you to do the same.

CLIP #3

your group was meeting enhypen for the variety show you had recently filmed with their group. everyone was shy and timid even though you had met each other many different times due to being under the same company. fans seemed to mostly focus on you and sunghoon though, who were very giggly and flustered. sunghoon’s ears turned a light pink as he shook your hand, his palms already sweaty due to the small encounter.

CLIP #4

sunghoon tried his best to be nonchalant about the fact that you had both been paired together for the field day activities, which was hard considering his long time crush on you. once the two of you started playing the games, you became more comfortable with each other. it seemed as if you two had been lifelong friends as you laughed and joked with each other.

the members teased him about being your shadow while completing missions, noticing how sunghoon never left your side even for a second.

CLIP #5

during your lunch break, sunghoon still seemed to follow you like a lost puppy. he timidly walked up to you, watching as you served yourself from the mini buffet the company set up.

“what are you eating?” he asked softly, causing to quickly look up at him with wide eyes. he scared you a bit, but the momentary surprise was soon replaced by comfort due to his presence.

“oh um…i was just combing some stuff. i came up with this really good combination, want to try it?” you asked, your tone becoming more light once you got over the initial shock of sunghoon being so close. sunghoon nodded his head in agreement, allowing you to take his plate and serve him.

when you had expected sunghoon to walk away and join the boys at a smaller round table to eat, he didn’t, keeping close as you looked around for an empty seat. since you concluded that sunghoon wanted to eat with you, you led him to a picnic table for two, smiling at the boy as he sat across from you.

the boys all gave him curious looks, the editors making small question marks appear above their heads as they observed you two. sunghoon didn’t seem to care— or maybe he simply didn’t notice, too focused on your pretty smile and the way your cheeks puffed up as you shoved rice into your mouth.

CLIP #6

while walking up a trail to find your next mission, you had nearly stepped into a deep mud puddle that would have definitely ruined your favorite pair of sneakers. sunghoon stopped you quickly, placing a strong arm in front of your torso to stop you from moving. you looked at up him with a raised brow before realizing that you had nearly stepped into the mess.

“ah, thank you.” you giggled nervously, feeling grateful that the gentleman next to you had been looking out for your safety. the boy mumbled a small ‘your welcome’ before grabbing onto your sweater and gently tugging you around the puddle. the action made your insides melt.

CLIP #7

when everyone had finished their respective missions and mini games, you were all called back to the picnic area where you had first started. sunghoon and a few other members were already there, waiting for the rest to arrive. the boy was about to sit down on the plush grass until he saw you and a couple of your group mates walk into the area. you sat down behind jay and a member of your group, causing sunghoon to look longingly at you. before he could even warn himself about being too obvious about his crush, he walked over and sat down next to you, a small smile on his face as your gazes met.

you looked at him for a second too long, causing you both to quickly look away in a flustered frenzy. you bit your lip to suppress a giggle, trying to focus on jungwon who was congratulating both groups for finishing the tasks.

CLIP #8

the clip was zoomed in, and you hadn’t even noticed that the camera had still been recording your actions. you and sunghoon walked away from the picnic area with the rest of your groups back to the car, playfully bumping shoulders as you trekked up a hill. it wasn’t much compared to the rest of the clips, but it was enough considering the compilation you had just watched.

you breathed out a shaky sigh before opening the comments, noticing how everyone cooed over the interactions and gushed over how sunghoon seemed to be enamored of you. people described how his eyes lit up whenever you smiled and how he had been attached to you like glue throughout the whole video.

you were a bit surprised that you hadn’t noticed how clingy sunghoon had been that day, only focusing on how you finally had time to get to know the boy more.

you smiled upon playing the video a second time, your finger hovering over the ‘share’ button before finally copying the link and sending it to sunghoon on a whim.

you waited all night for a response, barely being able to stomach down your dinner and constantly darting your eyes over to your phone that only seemed to light up from company emails and your group’s chat.

suddenly as you were getting ready for bed, your phone lit up with a notification from sunghoon. you quickly grabbed the device, toothbrush dangling out of your mouth as you read over the text message multiple times. a squeal threatened to emerge from the back of your throat once you had finally had processed his words.

[sunghoon: ah, i guess they caught me…it’s been hard to take my eyes off such a pretty girl ~]

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