#and also great commitment to the band

[ringosmistress]

[wonder-worker]

J.L. Laynesmith taking the 'Buckingham Did It™' route for the murder of the Princes in the Tower AND the rumors of Edward IV's bastardy ... I have to laugh

[shittywriterbrain]

first ever concert was a success. someone recognized my wtnv glove and someone else complimented my outfit. it was literally just black

[spevvy]

The fact Joel is so SO excited about and committed to the meet & greet he's arranging in CDMX is honestly giving me so much life at the moment and giving me a bazillion more reasons to adore him (not that I needed any I'm already totally on board with his entire everything) cos like:

. He's posted about it at least a zillion times in the last 2 days—this little cupcake is SO HAPPY AT THE PROSPECT OF SEEING HIS FANS IT IS SO BLOODY SWEET I CANNOT

. The amount of polls he's made to make completely sure he gets to see as many people as possible at a time that's most convenient for them rather than just being like "yeah this is the date I'm giving you, it's in 8 months time, if you can't make it tough shit" like wow my guy genuinely and actively cares about every single person and is going out of his way to make sure he gets to see as many of his fans as earthly possible just because he loves them like holy shit folks I cannot think of any other artist who would do this and put so much effort into making it a great experience for everyone. He's a goddam angel.

. It's literally next week. He's arranged it, he's doing it, it's all happening immediately, HE CANNOT WAIT, go and meet him if it's at all possible. ISTFG if I had the funds and a valid passport I would be on the next flight out to Mexico in a goddam muthaflippin HEARTBEAT.

. THE GODDAM PRICE. IT'S FIFTEEN QUID TO MEET **AND HUG** JOEL FRICKIN PIMENTEL BLOODY DE GOSHDARNED LEÓN. And just look at him, you just KNOW he would give the best softest warmest hugs of all time. You just KNOW.

. THE FACT HE SOUNDED GENUINELY APOLOGETIC FOR HAVING TO CHARGE FOR TICKETS . I REPEAT. HE'S CHARGING **FIFTEEN QUID**.

. "FOTO Y ABRAZO GARANTIZADO" — I swear my heart melted into nothing. When there are so many celebrities that do M&Gs but they're so goddam arsey about it, like they're too good for it, and they have all these rules about having to stand a certain distance away or not being allowed to even touch them, like their fans are full of The Pestilence™ or something. Yet, here's one-fifth of the most successful Latino pop group of the century lit-er-a-lee going "IDGAF WHO YOU ARE, IF YOU ARE AT MY MEET AND GREET YOU WILL BE **HUGGED** GODDAMMIT!!!" Just. Ugh. How. Incredible scenes here in the De León fandom. I'm living for it.

. The way he keeps on reiterating how excited he is about this, how much he misses his fans, how he can't wait to see everyone. I mean Jesus Christ, there's no way in the world I could go, there's no way I even really get to call myself a fan compared to everyone who's adored him and supported him for the last 8 years, nothing about this is For Me™—and yet the way his excitement about getting to spend time in person with his fans again is just so pure and real and MASSIVELY contagious.... It's really making me feel so loved and appreciated by proxy. I don't deserve this happiness that I'm not even directly experiencing!!

*sobs uncontrollably in Fangirl*

I hope so so so much that the whole event is a massive success and everyone has the greatest night and he gets back every single ounce of the love he's giving out, multiplied to the power of a bazillion—because honestly him and his fans genuinely deserve this, it's absolutely beautiful. He's such an absolute sweetheart and I just want soooooooooooooooooo many good things to happen for him, I can't wait to find out how it all goes. I can't even begin to tell you how much joy it's bringing me just thinking about how happy it's gonna make so many people, especially him.

I just have a LOT of feelings about this, okay???? A LOT.

^^^^^ actual footage of my entire reaction

[livvyofthelake]

ohhhhhh my god my lead actress's big brown eyes...... girl you're killing me......

[1nm806]

jackie did i ever talk to you abt my sprace musician fic

im sure i have at some point

uve told me about the spot is in a band and race comes to see it one?

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Writing Notes: Stages of Decomposition

The decomposition process occurs in several stages following death:

Pallor mortis

Algor mortis

Rigor mortis

Cadaveric spasm

Lividity

Putrefaction

Decomposition

Skeletonization

PALLOR MORTIS

The first stage of death.

Occurs once blood stops circulating in the body.

The cessation of an oxygenated blood flow to the capillaries beneath the skin causes the deceased to pale in appearance.

In non-Caucasians, the pallor may appear to develop an unusual hue; the skin will lose any natural lustre and appears more waxen.

Occurs quite quickly, within about 10 minutes after death.

ALGOR MORTIS

The cooling of the body after death.

The cooling process will be influenced by many factors, including the deceased’s clothing, or whether they are covered with bed linen such as blankets or duvets.

The body will typically cool to the ambient room temperature, but this alters if there is heating in the room or if there is a constant draught cooling the body.

RIGOR MORTIS

Can occur between 2 and 6 hours after death.

Factors including temperature can greatly affect this.

Caused by the muscles partially contracting, and the lack of aerobic respiration means that the muscles cannot relax from the contraction, leaving them tense, subsequently resulting in the stiffening we associate with rigor mortis.

This stage typically begins in the head, starting with the eyes, mouth, jaw and neck, and progresses right through the body.

The process is concluded approximately 12 hours after death (although, again, certain variables may occur) and lasts between 24 and 72 hours depending on circumstances.

Contrary to popular belief, rigor mortis is not a permanent state and is in fact reversed, with the muscles relaxing in the same order in which they initially stiffened.

The reversing process also takes approximately 12 hours, when the body returns to its un-contracted state.

It is possible to ‘break’ rigor mortis by manipulating and flexing the limbs. This is usually done by undertakers, pathologists or crime scene investigators who are attempting to examine or move a body – or by a murderer trying to hide their victim in the closet or the boot of a car.

CADAVERIC SPASM

A phenomenon that can be misinterpreted as rigor mortis.

The instantaneous stiffening of the body (most commonly the hands) following a traumatic death.

Unlike rigor mortis, the stiffening of the affected limb is permanent and is not reversed, causing the deceased to maintain the rigidity until such time as putrefaction causes breakdown of the particular muscle group.

Examples:

The deceased following an air crash were later discovered still clutching their seatbelts or arm rests in a final, desperate act of survival.

In a drowning case, the victim was discovered with grass from the riverbank still grasped in their hand.

Perhaps the most famous case of cadaveric spasm involves the rock band Nirvana’s lead singer, Kurt Cobain. Cobain reportedly committed suicide in April 1994. His body was discovered a few days after his death with a shotgun wound to the head, and tests revealed he had large traces of heroin in his system. He was reportedly discovered still clutching the gun in his left hand, due to cadaveric spasm. However, a great deal of controversy surrounds the veracity of this latter assumption, and indeed the cause of his death, with many people insisting and attempting to prove that he died as the result of foul play rather than suicide.

LIVIDITY

Also known as livor mortis, hypostasis, or suggillation.

Once blood can no longer circulate, it will gravitate towards the lowest point of the body.

Example: A supine body will display pinkish/purple patches of discoloration where the blood has settled in the back and along the thighs.

Occurs about 30 minutes after death, but will not necessarily be noticeable until at least 2 hours afterwards as the pooling process intensifies and becomes visible, finally peaking up to between 8 and 12 hours later.

Once it is complete, the lividity process cannot be reversed.

Therefore a body discovered lying on its side, but with staining evident in the back and shoulders, must have been moved at some point from what would have been a supine position at the time of death.

It is worth noting that if the body has had contact with the floor, a wall or other solid surface, lividity would not occur at the points of contact as the pressure would not allow the blood to seep through the capillaries and pool. The specific area of pressure will be the same colour as the rest of the body and a pattern of contact may well be evident.

PUTREFACTION

Derives from the Latin putrefacere, meaning ‘to make rotten’.

The body becomes rotten through the process known as autolysis, which is the liquefaction of bodily tissue and organs and the breakdown of proteins within the body due to the increased presence of bacteria.

The first visible sign is the discoloration of the skin in the area of the abdomen.

Bacteria released from the intestine cause the body to become bloated with a mixture of gases; over time these will leak out, and the smell will intensify to unbearable proportions.

Typically, this will attract flies that will lay eggs, which develop into maggots.

Bloating is most evident in the stomach area, genitals and face, which can become unrecognizable as the tongue and eyes are forced to protrude due to the pressure of the build-up of gases in the body.

At this stage, the body will also begin to lose hair.

The organs typically decompose in a particular order: starting with the stomach, followed by the intestines, heart, liver, brain, lungs, kidney, bladder and uterus/prostate.

Once all the gases have escaped the skin begins to turn black: this stage is called ‘black putrefaction’.

As with all the other stages of death so far, the rate of putrefaction depends on temperature and location. A body exposed to the air above ground will decompose more quickly than a body left in water or buried below ground.

During putrefaction, blistering of the skin and fermentation can also occur:

Fermentation - a type of mould that will grow on the surface of the body. This mould appears white, and is slimy or furry in texture. It also releases a very strong, unpleasant, cheesy smell.

As the putrefaction process comes to an end, fly and maggot activity will become less, which leads to the next stage.

DECOMPOSITION

The body is an organic substance comprising organisms that can be broken down by chemical decomposition.

If the body is outside, any remains that have not been scavenged or consumed by maggots will liquefy and seep into the surrounding soil.

Thus when the body decomposes it is effectively recycled and returned to nature.

SKELETONIZATION

The final stage of death is known as ‘dry decay’, when the cadaver has all but dried out: the soft tissue has all gone and only the skeleton remains.

If the cadaver is outside, not only is it exposed to the elements but it also becomes food for scavengers such as rats, crows or foxes.

As the remains are scavenged, the body parts become dispersed so it is not unusual to find skeletal remains some distance from where the body lay at the point of death.

The way in which skeletal remains are scattered in such cases is of interest to archaeologists, and is referred to as taphonomy.

Where a body has lain undiscovered at home for a period of time it has also been known for family pets, typically dogs, to feed on the body. The natural instinct of a pet is to attempt to arouse the deceased by licking them, but once it gets hungry, its survival instinct will take over and it will consider the body as little more than carrion: it will act with the same natural instinct as a scavenger in the wild, which will feed on any corpse, be it animal or human, if it is starving.

Obviously the number of pets, the body mass of the deceased and the time lapse before the body is discovered will influence to what extent it has been devoured.

For further research on the stages of decomposition and the factors that affect it, look up body farms. These are medical facilities where bodies are donated for research purposes so scientists can specifically observe the decomposition process. However, be aware that some of the images are quite graphic.

Source ⚜ More: References ⚜ Autopsy ⚜ Pain & Violence ⚜ Injuries Bereavement ⚜ Death & Sacrifice ⚜ Cheating Death ⚜ Death Conceptions

[jesuisgourde]

the absolute AUDACITY of this book basically crediting Richey for every single kind of success the band had while he was around is fucking hilarious

[holdoncallfailed]

rpf tier ranking

tier 0: actors. too easy. actors fall in love all the time due to proximity and amount of time spent together, especially if they are playing characters who are themselves in a relationship.

tier 1: bands (post-80s). writing songs together is incredibly intimate and requires emotional vulnerability. tours are great opportunities to spend a lot of time in an enclosed space together. sometimes they will sing into the same microphone at the same time so their mouths are close together which is basically making out if you think about it.

tier 2: bands (pre-80s). see above. however this requires slightly more mental fortitude because a lot of their fans will insist on their heterosexuality and get really mad when you say simon and garfunkel were kissing on each other or whatever.

tier 3: contact sports team. sports can be emotionally intense if you care about that sort of thing and obviously there are a lot of opportunities for intricate rituals wrt touching another's skin and locker rooms and all that. but this requires more imagination because there is less text (i.e. songs or correspondence) to use as evidence.

tier 4: solo artists. this is where things can fall apart. you have to choose both figures in the ship wisely and exercise a decent amount of creativity because they are not compelled to be together all the time (see above). you can cast a wider net but that lack of specificity may hurt those with weaker imaginations. also they don't always write their own songs.

tier 5: historical figures. this varies a lot both in terms of plausibility and social acceptability. depending on how old the figures are you could legitimately turn this into an academic dissertation if you wanted to commit that hard to it. however you may also come up against a lot of opposition among your colleagues. one must be intellectually prepared to present concrete evidence and argue one's point. (however, you are also more likely to convince people b/c the figures are old and dead and can't deny it. and probably didn't know what rpf is.)

tier 5.5: historical figures who have been fictionalized in media. this depends on the tone you take but unfortunately you will always be up against thomas jefferson hatsune miku binder as the starting point for the general public's thoughts on your hobby. so good luck.

tier 6: racecar drivers. if you are into racecar rpf i assume you are capable of seeing colors that are not visible to the ordinary human eye. they are literally in cars. the creativity required to wring a [romantic] narrative from people driving cars around a track is beyond my comprehension.

tier π: living politicians. you are a pariah among even your most deranged peers. no one respects you. you are categorically a weirdo and beyond help.

[every-aj-needs-an-angel]

Okay this one's been stuck in my head all day but I have absolutely time to write it so please share this vision with me

Try as they might, Steve and Robin couldn't get tickets to Chrissy Cunningham's arena tour, but they could get tickets to a festival she was playing.

The last thing Steve ever wanted to do was go and stand in a muddy field for sixteen hours while they waited for the headline act. But he was pretty sure Robin was in love with her favourite musician, and he wasn't about to deny his best friend a chance at love.

So he helped her make personalised t-shirts because honestly all the other bands in the line-up kinda sounded like they sucked.

His read, "Only Here for Chrissy" on the front and "I'm Steve" on the back and Robin's read "Chrissy, Will You Be My Girlfriend?" on the front and "If Lost, Please Return To Steve" on the back.

And it turned out, as they stood against the barrier in a not so muddy field, on a lovely, warm, but overcast, May day, that even bands that sucked could be fun. Even if it was only because they spent their day with earplugs in, so their eardrums wouldn't combust, bitching about each artist's lack of ability to put notes or an outfit together.

During the lunchtime intermission, the pair made friends with the lesbian couple next to them, Kayla and Jess, who were also eagerly awaiting Chrissy's set and similarly liked to mock those who committed crimes against sound and fashion. Steve was glad to have met them, they were really nice, and he felt better about leaving her to use the bathroom or to fetch food, knowing Robin was in safe hands.

He also felt better about letting her wander off, not that it stopped him from stressing out when she and Kayla had been missing for over fifteen minutes. He spread himself out to keep their places against the railing with his back to the stage, watching the crowd intently. Jess wasn't quite as chatty once they were alone, but she seemed content enough, bobbing along to the band that'd appeared on the stage.

Steve didn't turn back around to face the stage until he spotted the girls heading back towards them, he gave them a wave and turned around to look at the guys who hadn't been attempting to destroy anyone's hearing and was met with the face of the most gorgeous man he'd ever seen. Pretty face, long curly hair tied up in a bun, muscle tee showing off his many tattoos, piercings and chains and glittery Docs; Steve felt himself owl blink and blush.

God's gift to mankind was kneeling centre stage, guitar in hand making the most beautiful sounds Steve had ever heard as his fingers flew over the strings, and it was only when the rest of the band kicked back in that the man looked up, winked directly at Steve, and then jumped back to his feet, spending the rest of the song bouncing around the stage.

Steve only realised his mouth was agape when Robin finally arrived next to him and elbowed him hard in the ribs, giving him the same look she did whenever he was embarrassing in the club. He watched the rest of the Corroded Coffin, according to the backdrop, set in awe. Screaming and clapping along when they wished everyone a great day, throwing picks and drumsticks into the crowd and taking a bow; patting each other on the back as they wandered offstage.

As soon as it was quiet again, Robin wanted to know what the hell was wrong with his face and honestly, he couldn't answer her. He didn't even believe in love, not for himself at least, and he certainly didn't believe in love at first sight. It didn't stop him from spending the next couple of hours watching the faces at the sides of the stage, hoping to catch a glimpse of his new favourite guitarist, though.

As soon as Chrissy hit the stage, Steve got lost, between filming the set and watching Robin trying not to hyperventilate when Chrissy spotted her t-shirt, pointed to her, and giving her a coy little wink, blew her a kiss.

"An old school friend is here with me tonight, and I'd like him to help me out with this next track. Especially for the beauty in the front row, this is Girlfriend!"

The crowd went wild as the beat kicked in, but Steve was still watching Robin because it looked like she'd stopped breathing altogether. That was until she gasped loudly and started smacking Steve in the way she always did whenever she got overly excited; pointing wildly at the stage, and it was only when he looked over he saw Corroded Coffins guitarist bouncing up and down next to Chrissy.

Instead of the black muscle vest and skinny jeans he'd been sporting earlier in the day, he had changed into pale blue board shorts and a baggy white t-shirt that read "Hey Steve!" written in black sharpie with a giant winking smiley face underneath that could only really be seen when he swung his guitar around his back to copy Chrissy's dance moves.

The song ended, and the friends hugged, Chrissy waving him off the stage and calling out, "Eddie Munson everybody!" letting the crowd go wild for her friend before launching into the rest of her set.

By the time Chrissy had actually left the stage, Robin looked exhausted, having screamed and sung and danced herself out. They hung around a bit, said goodbye to Kayla and Jess, wishing them a safe journey home, and they were just taking one last look at the now empty stage when he heard someone yell his name...

[hyuny-bunny]

groupie love | Y.J. ft hyun

genre: established relationship, rockstar bf x groupie gf, smut, a touch of fluff, a sprinkle of angst

part II

MNDI (+18) CW: oral, unprotected p in v, afab reader, use of she/her/hers/girlfriend, pet names, degradation (slut, whore) , depraved possessive & slightly mean innie, hyunjin is a flirt, vouyerism, riding, squirting, fingering, oral (m receiving), mouth fucking w fingers.

a/n: if i miss any warnings let me know! also would love to turn this into a series. this was also one of the songs that got me through writing this, the other song was own my mind another recommended listen.

summary: your bf innie always had girls throwing themselves at him, just wanting a chance to say they slept with a rockstar.

He was strikingly beautiful, both on and off-stage. It couldn't be helped that every where you went people gawked. The stares were never just towards him though but you always had a hard time believing it. You two made a power couple, something ripped straight out of a book. People would look at you two like you were a dream couple you only ever saw photos of on pinterest.

He was tall, handsome, had a cold look but only had warm eyes for you. Most would assume you were just some silly side piece, but he'd fly off the handle if anyone ever so much as implied you were anything less then his muse, his love. How could anyone believe he was so committed and dedicated to you when girls threw themselves at him every night after his shows? All of them wanting a chance to check off the "i-slept-with-a-rockstar" box.

You were a goddess. Everything you touched turned to gold, including him. You were there on the side stage or balcony every show, wearing whatever trendy vintage clothes you'd find the weekends before. A rockstar girlfriend has to have a brand to live up to right? Your wardrobe littered with sparkle, lace, leather, and animal prints. Tonight was no different, knee high boots with a lace slip dress paired with his leather jacket.

The same leather jacket that's just a few nights before, a girl tried to sneak off his chair to wear while you disappeared for a moment. Shooting a glare that would make you sink back into your own skin.

His band hadn't been together for very long but they gained a lot of attention in a short span. Jisung, their lead singer, had an insane vocal range and writing ability like no other. Their drummer, Chan, was a wet dream to watch. Let's just say he was great with his hands. Their bass player really sold it though, Hyunjin, had a dark mystique to him. One couldn't quite put their finger on his energy, he was both serious and nonchallant about his talent, on top of being so strikingly beautiful. Then there was your boyfriend, lead guitarist, recognized for his sharp eyes and sharper guitar skills.

The show closed out and you made your way towards the green room, keeping a watchful on the girls lingering around the stage. Once you nodded towards their manager Minho, you slid back to find a sweaty bunch. Jeongin's head was thrown back against the couch, eyes shut, chest heaving and adam's apple bobbing. You couldn't help but notice how chiseled his muscles looked in this tank top or how his rings made his hands look extra big and the veins in his arms stood out even more-

"Stop eye fucking him and just fuck him," Hyunjin was leaned over your shoulder whispering in your ear. Jeongin still sat breathing with his eyes shut "I'm sure one of those groupie sluts out there is more then wet and willing, if you're not."

"Over my dead fucking body" You said so condescendingly sweet with a smile looking Hyunjin in the eyes.

You walked over to him, sliding the jacket off and next to him. The thud of the jacket had him turning his head and ever so slightly opening his eyes to find the source. He was happy to see you sat so perched next to him with a grin on your face, a pretty berry tint to your lips.

"Hi, enjoy the show?" He sighed lifting his head to look you fully up and down.

"Hi. Of course I did, you were amazing as always." You caressed his face while he leaned forward to kiss your lips. Holding your head in hand and the other laid on top of your thigh ever so slight rubbing the skin just underneath the hem of the dress. Another peck before he leans back to stare at you in all your beauty.

"Drink?" You ask pushing back a few hairs from his face. He hums at your touch and question.

"The usual, please." He grabs your hand kissing the palm with the end of his sentence. "I'll shower up right now while you get the drinks, i'll be quick kay?" He kisses you once more before jumping off the couch to stroll towards the bathroom that Jisung is walking out of.

"No groupie for you, Sung?" You ask while he try's to pack his bag up for the tour bus. He was shy for a lead singer. He wasn't one for one night stands unless he felt a real connection.

"Not tonight, I prefer my own company. I have another song Chan & Jeongin wanted me to go over tonight, need a clear head to do that so I'm calling it in after my drink." He was so passionate about his songs, a bit of a perfectionist.

"Someone say drinks?" Hyunjin is standing in the middle of green room now in just jeans with no shirt and a towel drying his long dark hair. He's got roses adoring the side of his body leading from his back trailing to the front his lower body near the v line.

"When did you get those?" You ask genuinely curious as you'd never seen those before. He's got a cock grin on his face. He strolls over to you standing right in front of, his crotch almost in your face. You lean back to put some distance.

"Last month. My friend, Felix, works at a tattoo parlor. I sketched it out myself, all he had to do was put the ink to skin," He lifts his arm twisting the way it travels across his body. "Wanna see where it leads to?"

He grabs your hand letting it trail from the top of his ribs moving it down to the top of his waistband, you pull your hand back, snapping out of your daze. He really was something carved by gods.

"That'll do." You clear your throat "Thanks for the tour though, let's get those drinks Ji." You stand up brushing up against Hyunjin. That cocky grin still plastered on his face.

"Will you ever give me a chance?"

"Keep dreaming."

Jisung and you order drinks at the bar, the same groupies are lingering. They get jumpy and try to rush up to Ji once you reach the bar. Minho is already blocking their chance to step between you both. You mouth a thanks to him while Ji starts talking about the next show. Hyunjin comes out of the back room emerging with a tank top now. The groupies once again flock to him seeing he's alone, all barking to trying to buy his drink.

As you're about to turn to walk back to the green room with drinks hand there's a set of arms caging you at the bar. It's not Jeongin though.

"So you cope a feel of my tattoos, run off to the bar and leave me to hyenas?" Hyun talks into your ear.

While this type of behavior would be crossing a line for most, Hyunjin, had always been like this. Even before you got with Jeongin. He had a big crush on you before and you've never given him a reason to move on, even with a boyfriend who'd probably break his hand at a given chance. He has confessed his love to you on several occasions both drunk and sober. It doesn't bother Jeongin too much, it did more in the beginning but he's come to understand, Hyunjin will always be head over heels for you. You were Hyunjin's besfriend first, it's how you two met, you were always there at his band practices. Whether it was bringing lunch, offering feedback, or passing out flyers with them for upcoming shows. Hyunjin would gush over you but never made a move, at least one that actually indicated he was genuinely interested and not being a cock fuck. He was always back and forth with people who just wanted to use him. It wasn't until Jeongin had swooped in one day, he realized it was too late for him. So he'd continue with his usual flirty banter, waiting for another chance.

"Those so called hyenas are your people, Hyun. They're just looking for a cute fuck." You beam at him with a coy smile. You slide under his arm, grabbing the drinks to head back to the green room. He made your head spin sometimes, his flirty advances always made you feel flattered but you only had eyes for Innie. When you see the entrance that leads to the green room, Innie is standing there watching you. It seems as though he's just watched everything play out, his normally soft eyes for you are narrowed on Hyunjin's silhouette.

Hyunjin must've felt the daggers the younger was throwing his way because he turned around slightly shocked to see mean demeanor that paints his face and posture. There's a girl trying her earnest best to get Jeongin to look at her but he's focused on the way you walk up to him with your drinks in hand. He smirks at the way the other three girls watch you cheerily walk up to him, he loves the way they turn green with envy. They want to be you but they will never be you or ever come close to you. He takes the drink you extend to him and wraps an arm around your shoulders pulling you to him.

"Sorry not interested." He mutters to the girl who still hadn't picked up the hint.

He walks you back to green room, you situate yourself on the couch watching him checking the hallways before closing the door. You take a few big swigs, slightly scrunching your nose at the cheap liquor used in your drink. It's only to brings your buzz sooner. Jeongin stands beside you where you sit on the couch, he throws back the whole drink. He pets the top your head with one hand while he consumes the entire drink, setting the cup down he sits next to you.

He smells heavenly, the smell of his body wash and shampoo lull you into a sweet daze. He's wearing another tank top with a loose pair of black straight leg sweats. His rings still on, accenting his pretty long fingers. He holds your hand in one hand and caresses you face with the other, his eyes scanning all over your face searching for something.

"I hate the way he paws at you." Jeongin's eyes darken with the way you look at him.

"You know I'm all yours baby," you say softly bringing his hand to your lips to kiss the finger tips.

"Hmmm... I don't know how much i believe that... Maybe you're just another groupie slut for us... for me... and he just wants a taste now..." He says this while grabbing a fist full of hair at the back of your head, using his other hand to rub up and down your thigh just under your dress. His words send shivers down your spine and makes you grow wetter with every touch.

"No I'm not like those girls out there. I'm only yours baby." You gasp at while he tightens his grip in your hair. "I'll show you, please. Innie, please you know I'm only yours."

"Show me" He's pulling you against him, his mouth latching on to yours. He's pulling you straddle his lap, gripping your hips while his mouth explores your own. He's pulling your dress up all the way to have your panties flush against his hardening cock. You can feel how hard he is and the way your panties drip you wouldn't be surprised to find a wet mark in place of where you are now.

He's slipping his hand under the waist band of your panties over your thighs. Your hands are tangled in his hair, lost in the feeling of his fervent kisses. He pulls back to you pull you off for a moment.

He's standing in front of you now undoing the drawstring of his pants. He pulls the sweats down just enough to free his cock, letting it slap against his stomach. A pumps a few strokes while you adjust to situate yourself on the edge of the couch to take him in your mouth. His fingers web in your hair as your eager mouth opens wide for him, he taps the tip just to your lips before letting you start your ministrations on him. Your hand gripping his thighs for stability, he gives only a moment to adjust to his cock in your mouth before he's moving your head for you. You gag on him as he shoves his way down your throat, your nose almost touching his abs. He pulls out the way to let breathe before stick himself back in, he's letting filthy moans out, sloppy wet gagging moans from you and your nails digging into thighs.

He pulls off your mouth just before he's about to cum, enjoying the sight of your eyeliner and mascara running on your cheeks. He taps your cheek with his hand, gesturing you to open. He's shoving fingers in your mouth without warning, be gives you a break this time, allowing you to coat in your own spit at your own pace.

"So pretty suck me off.. such a good girl suck my fingers, should let Hyunjin see what a whore you are for me." His words have you clenching your thighs together yearning for some friction.

"You want him to see you like this huh? Want him to see what a cock hungry slut you are for me? Or maybe you want his cock too?" He coo's at you while thrusting his fingers on your tongue.

He pulls his fingers out lifting your dress to shove his hands into your panties.

"So wet baby and i've barely touched you. Is this all for me? Hmm? Or is this for him too?" He's circling your clit with the fingers covered in your spit. "Such a needy slut. Gotta show you who this pussy belongs to."

He pulls the strap of your dress down with your bra latching a mouth to your tit as his fingers thrust into you. You yelp out at the pleasure and shock. He's brushing against the g spot and attacking your neck in small bites. The building orgasm is about to tip you over.

"Jeongin please... please fuck me please need your cock in me..." You whimper out and let out another whine when removes mouth and fingers. He pulls your boots off for you while you pull your dress over your head. Discarding the rest of your clothing till your down to nothing. He pulls you up off the couch sitting back down first and patting his lap.

"Ride me then. Show me how badly you need me." Without hesitation, your lifting your self onto his lap, lining his cock with your entrance. Once you're fully sat on him you both let out a moan. He lands a slap on your ass, a hard one, signaling to move. You lift off your thighs begin to rock your self against him, his hands are covering each cheek helping you with your movement but not with out a smack every second or so. It's not long before you're shaking with pleasure. You're begging him to help you.

"Don't worry baby, I got you. Just hold onto me." He lifts your hips for you and starts thrusting up into you. You yell again at the angle he hits that spongey spot inside you. Your lost in the euphoria of his thrusts, head spinning with every groan he lets out, how tightly your cunt sucks him in, and the sound of skin bouncing off the walls of the room. You almost don't notice that Hyunjin is standing in the door way, with hand cupping his crotch. His eyes are moving all across your body, taking in the scenery, every bounce, every whimper, the nail marks that cover Jeongin's shoulders from the way you clung to him.

Hyunjin's eyes don't have a chance to meet yours as your head slumps into the crock of Jeongin's neck. Innie picks up speed on his thrusts pulling you impossibly close to his chest, lifting you up just enough to hammer his cock into you. Your moans turn to cry's and screams, finally releasing all over Jeongin's lap. He's never felt more proud to make you squirt especially with Hyunjin as your witness.

You feel his cum dripping out of you, too tired to care from the orgasm. Jeongin is pushing the hair out of your face, leaving a sweet kiss on your temple whispering sweet nothings of 'good girl' 'so good for me baby'. Hyunjin ever so slight snakes out of the room into the hallway breathing heavily, processing what he just saw and how stiff his pants feel. Jeongin is quick to lift you with him to the shower for a quick rinse knowing he'll be running a nice hot bath for once you get back to the hotel.

[inkblotsinkblots-alt]

My experience with [band]

My experience with [band] and [band]'s management starts in April 2022. I had emailed the band's business email that used to be in their bio in December 2021, and in April 2022 I got a response. I had been asked if I was available within the next couple of weeks to come down to Brighton and do a photo shoot with the band. Management really liked my work, and wanted to work with me. I was asked to provide my rates and any expenses that would incur. I had asked if I would be at least credited for these images on social media (tagged etc ...), and management said that they could not commit to that at that time. This photo shoot did not happen.

I worked with [band] for the first and only time in January 2023 and photographed / videoed their set.

I was completely blindsided by the fact that this could’ve been a huge opportunity for me, and it could change my career completely. When I got the email inviting me to work with the band, I screamed and actually worried my parents for a few minutes. I agreed to terms that I shouldn’t have (not a full written agreement, but various statements in emails). In hindsight I had no clue what some of them meant (and I think the band’s management knew that).

There was no formal contract, only emails. The band would own my photos 'in perpetuity' and when I asked what that meant, they (management) said that 'the band have the freedom to use them however they please'. Making money off of my photos, and putting them on merch that they would then sell out of, was not mentioned. I was under the impression they would only be using the photos on social media as I did not get any clarification, even though I asked for it. I wanted to press for a more detailed answer, but I was afraid that I'd lose the job.

This was never about the money that I'd potentially make from having my photos on merch, it's that I didn't even know it was happening. I was also 'allowed' to upload '3-4' photos to my social media from the gig, even though they were my photos. I was stupid enough to agree with this. Again, I felt as though if I challenged this I would lose the job.

At the end of the show in January 2023 I was promised at least a couple of shows on the upcoming tour, as '[I was] great to work with. Such a pleasure.' I have no evidence that I was offered shows during that tour as it was said to me in person. I was then let down at the beginning of March (after multiple follow up emails) with 'I don't think there is the additional need for your services also' when I asked about discussing the tour. I was devastated.

I was offered photo passes* to subsequent Manchester gigs and I took them as they had no strings attached, and the band would not own my images (that's why you've seen a lot of them on my socials).

I met a bunch of well-known creators, musicians and photographers while working with [band] and they were all so very sweet. Some of which I am still in contact with today, and some I am good friends with. I am very grateful for this.

I fully support Shelby, she is so incredibly brave for talking about her experiences, and it's because of her bravery that I felt confident enough to share my experience - although very different in nature.

I fully believe that [band]’s management wanted to take advantage of fans who wanted to photograph [band]’s gigs. And pay them as little as possible with no consistency in pay between photographers or how many photos they were allowed to post. (This is my own opinion)

I am not the only one that has had a negative experience with [band] and their management as a photographer / creative, but those are not my stories to tell and if they want to comment then they will. Please don't speculate on who these people are or harass them on social media, they have every right to not want to talk about their experiences. Please respect everyone involved.

Massive love, take care of yourselves.

am

(*Photo passes are offered to press photographers and non-touring photographers. They shoot the first three songs from the photo pit and then leave. Either to go into the crowd for the rest of the gig, or leave the gig entirely.)

please do not edit this post or reblog, do not take screenshots and post this on twitter or any other social media platform, thank you.

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Day 7: Handcuffs

A/n: Someone said Slash said he liked being handcuffed and it just makes so much sense, also Slash pouts all the time, I know it was mostly because of drugs but I swear to god this man is so pouty and I love it

Warnings: Smut, Slash gets handcuffed to a bed, voyeurism (ft. Izzy), oral (f receiving), if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

Kinktober

Slash was a bitch, always flirting with groupies, sneaking off with them. You weren't exclusive but still, it didn't feel great to see him off with other girls.

Anytime you'd try to bring up your relationship he'd always brush it off, always saying something about it. "Aw, come on, what we have is perfect... now, keep doing that."

It's not that he didn't care about you, he did, always making sure you had a place to stay whether it was with him or a hotel -he'd never let you stay somewhere shitty, at least three stars wherever you were- and he'd bring you with him on tour.

He just wasn't solely committed to you, and he was happy with that relationship, it's not like you didn't reap the benefits of that relationship either, to his knowledge anyway.

You didn't sleep around, not because you couldn't but because you didn't want to. You wanted Slash, other people would just be a nuisance.

But you were quickly growing tired of Slash's antics and needed to get through to him somehow.

On more than one occasion you'd caught Izzy looking at you in a certain way, you always told yourself you wouldn't go for someone else in the band, but Slash never mentioned anything because why would he?

You were gonna take advantage of that as soon as he got off stage.

The second you were back in the hotel room you were on him, you'd managed to get him away from the venue before the groupies got to him.

Slash had already had a few drinks, when hadn't he, and easily fell onto the mattress, letting you fall on top of him, lips crashing onto his, tongue slipping into his mouth.

He'd never been especially dominant with you, taken his anger out on you maybe but he wasn't one to be dominant, and when he got submissive, fuck, he got all whiny and whimpering.

When he felt the metal of those handcuffs around his wrists he immediately hardened against you, as if it was possible to get harder than he'd already been with the way you'd been grinding on top of him.

You hooked the cuffs on the bedposts, keeping his arms apart above his head. He was partially leaning back against the pillow and was all giggly as you pulled away, tugging on the metal, wanting to pull you back for more but he couldn't.

"Oh, c'mon, you got me like this and you just pull away?" He asked, his smile quickly fading as soon as he spotted Izzy sitting in the chair in the corner. "Why's there always a fuckin' cuckchair?" He muttered, more to himself than anything.

You didn't pay much more attention to him focusing on Izzy as he stood and came over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer, leaning down and kissing you.

It was sweet and warm, passionate, something Slash never gave you. You heard him tugging at the restraints, hearing them jungle as he protested, question what the fuck you were thinking.

Izzy was getting eager, pulling at your clothes and getting them off of you, flinging them across the room until you were both down to nothing.

"What the fuck! Get off her, man!" Slash called, flailing about as much as he could, the chains of the cuffs clanking as he did.

"Oh, do you ever shut up?" You asked, shooting him a look. He looked pathetic, arms spread wide, legs kicking and thrashing about until you looked at him. He was always pouting, if he wasn't pouting he was smoking, drinking, or smiling, he was always pouting, but this seemed different, it almost made you crack.

Almost.

"I've had just about enough out of you." You continued as Izzy littered kisses over your face, trailing down your neck and to your collarbone. "Always saying how we're fine just like this, but you don't want me with other men, huh?"

"Not-! Not in front of me..." He mumbled, watching as Izzy's lips went lower, to your chest. "Izzy, hey, stop there! That's mine!" His voice was getting whinier, you knew he loved your chest, always falling asleep on it, kissing it so domestically, in a way.

Your hands went to Izzy's raven hair, tangling in it and pushing him down further, faster so Slash wouldn't have to watch one of his closest friends kiss what he always did.

Izzy's calloused hands moved down your sides to your hips, roaming and squishing your ass and thighs as he got on his knees, lips pressing onto your thighs and pelvis before his tongue dipped into you, lapping at you, all while Slash sat whining on the bed.

Slash huffed, tugging on the cuffs again. "Man, you're not even doing it right!" He called. "She's not getting anything out of that! You gotta do it right!" Whether he actually cared or just wanted to get into Izzy's head you weren't sure, either way you could tell how much this was effecting him.

He had a point, though, Izzy was only focusing on tongue fucking your hole, not bothering with your clit and using his fingers. You pushed him away and got him to his feet again, turning and bending over the bed, holding yourself up with your hands and pushing your ass back to Izzy who took the first chance to push into you he could.

He was different to Slash, not in a bad way but you did miss him. His hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as he thrusted into you, setting a good, fast and deep pace that had you close in minutes.

"You suck at that, too!" Slash whined, his squirming getting worse, like it hurt to keep going. He was getting tired of it and seeing you with Izzy right in front of him, he'd never done this to you. "It's a different angle, dude, fuckin' move your ass!"

You rolled your eyes at him and lowered yourself down onto your elbows, forcing Izzy to hit where you liked it.

"Makin' her do all the work for you, you fuckin' pussy!" That was your last straw and you stood up straighter, pushing Izzy off of you in the process.

"If you'd have just told your little whore group to fuck off we wouldn't be here!" You yelled, pointing at Slash, who was near tears now.

You felt Izzy's hands on your waist as he took a step closer to you, kissing your cheek and mumbling something about needing to get to his room before pulling his jeans back on, gathering his other clothes and walking off.

"I'm sorry." Slash said once the door had shut behind Izzy, tugging on the cuffs again. "Just-just lemme do it, I can do it." He said, trying to flip his hair out of his face so you could see his puppy eyes, of which always worked on you whether he meant for them to or not.

You crawled across the bed and sat over his lap, feeling how hard he still was under you through his jeans. You held his chin between your fingers. "Tonight and tomorrow and the day after?" You asked, staring down at him with furrowed brows.

He nodded eagerly. "You-you can move in when we get back, I promise... and no more... no more of them." He said, eyes trained on your lips. "Just you, only you, only us, I promise."

You smiled down at him. "Good" You said simply, pecking his lips. "But I'm not undoing the handcuffs." He smiled wide at that.

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My evidence, btw

[stormyelliotwritez]

SFW ALPHABET FOR LOGAN HOWLETT

with male or gn reader ofc

A = Affection: hes not too affectionate but he’ll stroke your hair and purr when you snuggle up against him

B = Best friend: he would be a good best friend who would care a lot and you’d probably become best friends by getting into a fight

C = Cuddles: he loves to cuddle but he won’t say so

D = Domestic: he wants to settle down but it feels weird whenever he tries to and he can cook reasonably and clean okay

E = Ending: he’d make them mad so theyd leave

F = Fiance(e): it would take him a lot of convincing that you actually love him and want to marry him

G = Gentle: he can be gentle if he’s trying very hard though on a normal day, he’s quite rough but he means well

H = Hugs: he’s great at hugs and theyre normally bone-crushing hugs

I = I love you: he thinks it and mumbles it but won’t actually say it until you do

J = Jealousy: he gets very jealous and will fight people who look at you wrong

K = Kisses: he kisses you all over and won’t stop until you ask him too and he loves when you kiss him on his cheeks and also on his chest

L = Little ones: he doesn’t seem to like kids but he’s good with them and he loves making them laugh but he’s scared to have his own

M = Morning: he wakes up earlier than you and gets up and reads the newspaper and when you get up, he makes you a coffee or tea and pulls you onto his lap

N = Night: after having dinner, he’ll help you get ready for bed if you’d like and you both lay in bed, eiher watching tv or reading and just relaxing in each others company

O = Open: he’s very reserved and he reveals things slowly so he’d say things randomly and not wish to elaborate on them unless you insisted

P = Patience: he’s not too patient and he gets angry quickly but he tries to calm down so as to not scare you off

Q = Quizzes: he remembers lots of obscure details about you such as how you take your coffee or what your favourite band is but he’ll forget your birthday sometimes

R = Remember: he loves remembering when you two met and how handsome you looked and how he was obsessed with you the minute he saw you

S = Security: he loves to protect you and he’ll do so by making you stay home when he’s worried and making you stand behind him and hold his hand and almost always be holding onto him. he doesn’t want you to have to protect him but it makes him happy when you stand up for him

T = Try: he doesn’t put much effort into many events because it scares him to be that committed but he’ll get flowers and buy you dinner and make sure you know he cares

U = Ugly: he smokes, he drinks and he doesn’t want to stop because it helps fill a hole inside of him

V = Vanity: he’s not but he doesn’t like having a scraggly beard so he shaves it down every so often

W = Whole: yes but he’d probably get so drunk that he wouldn’t notice

X = Xtra: he loves to be around you and it might drive you a little insane but its how he shows he cares

Y = Yuck: he doesn’t like people with bad hygiene or who get argumentative for no reason or who complain about everything

Z = Zzz: he’s always the big spoon and he loves to wrap his arms and legs around you and he purrs in his sleep

[redcrescentmoons]

Only You In The Room

Daniel Ricciardo x male!rockstar! reader

Summary: Everyone knows Daniel loves music. What they don’t know is his (slight) crush on the bassist from one of his favorite bands.

AN: Happy Daniel birthday gang! Legit celebrating this harder than my own birthday. Sorry for the lack of posts, I’ve been fighting some hardcore writers block and don’t have any original ideas, but i wanted to do smth for Daniels bday anyway. Hope you like it!

AN2: This is purely self indulgent im sorry

AN3: (after completion) lowkey thinking of turning this into a series, what do you think?

It was a well-known fact around the paddock that Daniel loved music. Scratch that; not just the paddock knew, anyone that knew anything about the driver knew about his passion.

While Daniel often put forward his love of country music, another genre he strongly appreciated, although not quite as much as country, was rock.

So when he found a small pop-punk band through social media, he immediately followed them, hooked from the first note.

Soon, he had every song committed to memory, and started mentioning them more around his friends.

Max quickly caught on to Daniel’s new find, and as he always did when the Aussie got excited about a new artist, he asked the older man to tell him about the band.

As Daniel spoke, Max quickly caught on to the fact one was being mentioned slightly more than his band mates.

"And what’s so great about that bassist, huh mate?" the Dutch questioned "What do you mean?" replied Daniel, a slightly confused look on his face. "C’mon man, you keep on talking about him. So why?"

Daniel’s face immediately grew red as he denied the accusation, and changed the subject quickly, which didn’t go unnoticed by Max.

Daniel had only known the band for a few months, but had the pleasure to have seen them grow considerably. He followed them throughout their first out-of-city gig, to their first show in another country, to their first tour. And in a weird way, he couldn’t have felt prouder of the group of boys.

As the london-based band announced their first european tour, Daniel felt overjoyed once he came upon the realization that with his race calendar, he would be in Europe at the same time as the band would.

He bought himself a ticket for their first show of the tour, in London, the very moment he realized it was a mere 2 days after Silverstone.

The Aussie couldn’t wait for Silverstone; despite passing it off as excitement for the race, it was clearly more.

By the time the race arrived, it had completely fled his mind, leaving him to focus solely on the concert.

His outfit was planned out, his ticket was ready, including the bonus one he bought for Max, and the anticipation was coursing through his veins.

He didn’t even take the time to properly enjoy Silverstone, just counting down the time until he saw the band he had loved since he first heard them.

When the day finally arrived, he felt so excited but there was just a little bit of nervousness mixed in there. He told himself it was nothing, but the Dutchman beside him had already figured out the cause of his anxiety.

The show was being held inside a small venue, also containing a bar. Daniel immediately downed an alcoholic drink in the hopes of calming himself down. Feeling it’s effect on his body already, he dragged his friend up to the front, where they managed to get to the edge of the stage.

As the opening band went on, Daniel found himself to quite enjoy them, but grew impatient by the end of their set.

When the lights came back on and the opener left, a couple stage hands walked out to switch out the stage. Daniel found himself blushing as he stared at the man setting up the bass; it was you.

As the people around him went to get drinks between the bands, the Aussie went in a trance watching you set up your bass pedals, chatting with the stagehands, oblivious to his watchful gaze.

As Daniel’s admiration for you grew at the way you refused to let someone else set your things up for you, he suddenly snapped out of it as Max waved his hand in front of his face, a small smirk hiding at the corner of the Dutchman’s lips.

Before Daniel had the time to question it, the lights dimmed once again and the band members walked out on the stage under colored lights.

As the applause roared surprisingly loud for the small crowd, Daniel found himself cheering particularly loud, and a large smile grew on his face as he made eye contact with you, noticing the slight blush that developed on your face.

You winked at him and looked away, turning to your band mate to get the show started. You leant into the singer’s microphone, yelling "Hello everybody! We’re Nervous Breakdown! This one’s called ‘Insomnia’ and we hope you love it!" You finished your tirade with your signature smile, a contagious cross between a grin and a smirk.

Daniel screamed some more, belting out the lyrics as they came.

As the night went on, Daniel found himself having the absolute time of his life. Even Max noticed how his smiley friend was even happier than usual.

In between songs, you would use your band mates microphone to joke around and speak to the audience, your high energy and excitement contagious, spreading around the crowd like wildfire. Not that Daniel needed it.

When you announced your last song of the night, Daniel found his happiness met with a sudden wave of sadness.

That sadness was, however, diminished when your lead guitarist announced you all would be outside after the show, if anyone wanted to stick around. Of course, everyone cheered, and you went on with your final song of the night.

Once you all had bowed, and waved, and walked off the stage, people started flooding out of the room, a certain amount waiting outside until you all came out.

Despite not seeing the band exit the venue, he could tell exactly when you and the boys walked out, as a loud wave of cheers erupted from the group of people.

Daniel sat patiently at the back, waiting to meet you, his ticket and a sharpie in hand, already rehearsing what he would say to you.

When the crowd started thinning, and you were finally visible, hair disheveled from jumping around, bass on your back, tired smile on your face, Daniel’s breath was taken away.

Max, feeling his companions nervousness, planted a comforting hand the on the Aussie’s shoulder, pulling him slightly closer.

"It feels weird when it’s the other way around don’t you think? Us waiting to get something signed?" Daniel chuckled at his remark, the Dutchman having succeeded in keeping his anxiety at bay.

When he finally got to you, he was the last one there. He had to admit, he admired you for staying throughout the whole group of people, knowing firsthand what that felt like, especially after a tiring concert.

When his eyes landed on you, the whole script he had prepared in his head disappeared completely.

As much as Daniel wanted to greet the band as a whole, he just couldn’t take his eyes off the young man in front of him, extending a slightly shaky arm towards you.

"Hi, I’m Daniel. Huge fan"

Part 2?

[mingyushadow]

I CAN'T BE YOUR LOVE ᵏᵃʳⁱⁿᵃ ˢᵐᵃᵘ

004 - taking risks.

the warm glow of mingi's parents' restaurant did little to calm yn's nerves as she sat at the corner table, her fingers drumming a restless rhythm on the wooden surface. she had agreed to this meeting, but now, as the minutes ticked by, doubt gnawed at her. what was she thinking? joining a band, meeting hongjoong, the boyfriend of the girl she was head over reels, it all felt overwhelming.

her thoughts were interrupted by the familiar sight of chaewon, who was busy serving another table. catching yn's eye, chaewon walked over and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "you okay?"

yn forced a smile, "yeah, just a bit nervous."

"it's gonna be ok." chaewon reassured her, giving her shoulder a supportive squeeze. "also, wooyoung is playing the secret agent at the table right behind you," she whispered before heading back to the kitchen.

as yn took a deep breath trying to ignore her annoying friend and hoping he wouldn't interrupt her meeting, the door of the restaurant swung open, and in walked hongjoong, san, yunjin, and jongho. her heart pounded as they made their way toward her table. but it was the person trailing behind them that made her freeze–yu jimin. yn's heart skipped a beat. she knew jimin was highly involved with the band, but she hadn't expected her to be at this meeting.

hongjoong reached her table first, extending a hand with a warm smile. "yn? i'm hongjoong. thank you for meeting us."

yn stood, shaking his hand. "nice to meet you, too. please, have a seat."

as they settled in, yn felt a wave of conflicting emotions. having jimin so close, smiling at her, was both thrilling and terrifying. she could hardly focus on what hongjoong was saying.

"first off," hongjoong began, "we've all seen your posts, jimin showed to us, and we think you're incredibly talented. we know this is sudden, but we're really in need of a vocalist, and we think you'd be perfect."

yn glanced at jimin with surprise, who gave her an encouraging smile. her heart pounded even harder.

jimin followed her and saw her posts? the songs that were about her?

the singer couldn't help but feel a mix of happiness and embarrassment.

"thank you. i'm flattered, really. but joining a band, especially being a student... it's a lot to consider."

also, i'm in love with your girlfriend, so it wouldn't be good for any of us to be on the same team.

yunjin leaned forward, her eyes earnest. "we understand. it's just... there's this festival that we got invited to, and it's a big opportunity for us. and we think it could be a great opportunity for you, too."

jongho added, "we can help with anything you need to get ready. we have practice sessions almost every day. it would be a lot of work, but we believe in you."

believe in me? wow, they really were desperate...

yn looked around the table, her gaze lingering on jimin. she felt a surge of emotions, fear, excitement, and confusion, all mixed with the overwhelming presence of her unspoken feelings.

"i'll be honest..." yn said slowly. "i'm scared. this is a big step, and i'm not sure i'm ready for it."

jimin reached out, placing a hand on yn's arm, making her whole body feel warm, especially her neck and ears. "sometimes, the best things in life come from taking risks."

hongjoong sensed yn's hesitation and decided to play his final card. "how about this, we do a trial run. come to a few practice sessions, see how it feels. no pressure to commit right away. just... give it a try?"

at the table behind, wooyoung silently cheered, and from the kitchen, mingi watched with bated breath. yn bit her lip, considering the offer. she looked at jimin, whose eyes were filled with genuine encouragement, and then back at the band members.

"okay." yn said finally. "i'll give it a try."

the band erupted into relieved smiles and grateful words. hongjoong reached out to shake her hand again. "thank you, yn. you won't regret this."

just then, wooyoung emerged from his hiding spot behind the table, grinning from ear to ear and raising a glass he'd grabbed from a nearby table. "to jimin!" he announced loudly. everyone turned to look at him in surprise.

yn felt mortified, not only at wooyoung's sudden appearance but also by his words that left everyone on the table exchanging confused glances.

"uh, what?" san asked, bewildered.

wooyoung, realizing his slip-up, quickly covered. "to jimin that showed yn's video to you! cheers!" the group seemed to easily buy wooyoung's covered-up and clinked glasses with the boy, a flustered yn joining them.

chaewon, who had been watching from the kitchen doorway shook her head with a disgusted look on her face.

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