#goose gallery

[duchess-doodles]

[nonagalleryart]

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[bananaqueen007]

I can't stop making these... So I hope someone equally insane like me would enjoy this. Colt my beloved.

[aria0fgold]

I'm making a goose army in emoji kitchen.

[dublincurious]

We are pleased to inform you that during this week, the National Gallery will be hosting several public tours:

- Irish History

- Architecture

- Highlights of the Collection

As of today, 10th of December, there will be an introductory online talk that will provide information on a new exhibition at 12pm, as well as a pop-up talk that will look at Stanley Royle’s The Goose Girl at 1.15pm

There will be a Sign Language Tour as well as a Family Tour, so don’t hesitate to click on the link provided above to find out more information about the upcoming events so you don’t miss out! 🖼️☘️

[hawksights]

tag dump #1

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[meisterdrucke]

Egyptian Goose by Beverley R. Morris

[niresenrab]

The 141 after retirement (Soap lives AU)

Price realized 37 years in that he's been all over the world, but he hasn't actually seen much of it. He wants to travel the world. Go hiking in the mountains just to enjoy the view without being shot at. Go to a cafe and savor his coffee without scouting out a target. Look out during a flight just to enjoy the sight of the clouds below him without thinking about RPGs. He wants to curl up in bed with Nikolai and just enjoy his company without a transaction. He decides to take his big Russian husband to travel the world with him. Price starts a travel blog to keep his boys updated on their trips.

Ghost is struggling to adapt to retirement. He's not used to having free time, always going on missions or training recruits. Something. Anyways, he gets really into sculpting. He already has experience with mask making, and this isn't much different. He'll use any kind of material. Wood? Widdling is basically sculpture. Clay? A bit frail, but he can work with this. Stone? They now have a massive statue in the front lawn. Ghost can also fuck it up with paper mache. He is on pinata duty for forever, and he'll make them of anything. One of Gaz's kids is really into sea bears? He can work with that.

Gaz has three kids, a wife, and a chunky cat that he takes on trips with a backpack. He hosts monthly dinners for the team to catch up. One of his kids called Ghost "Uncle Goose", and now all of the Garrick kids call Ghost "Goose". Farah gets to be the cool aunt that teaches the kids things that she shouldn't be teaching them. Price definitely takes the role of the dad that sits in the armchair and takes loud open mouthed naps during their gatherings. Gaz wonders why he keeps hosting these dinners.

Soap and Ghost got married shortly after Ghost retired. Johnny was not expecting to come home to a house full of new sculptures, but he completely accepted the change. He helped Ghost renovate the guest room into an art studio with his drawing stuff on one side and Ghost's sculpting stuff on another. A few of their pieces even made it into galleries.

Nikolai, obviously, retired the second Price did. He travels with Price regularly, but likes to teach a mechanics class at the local community college in his free time. Of course he shows off his black hawk to the students, but they can only tinker with the cheaper aircrafts (as if any of them cost less than a million). His classes fill up fast and he has the reputation for the cool teacher.

[acid-ixx]

haha sorry y'all i'm not dead, just that my motivation to write anything is completely dead but i've been hyperfixating on bnha lately so now i kind of want to mess with a metahuman reader (spiderman inspired?!? bnha inspired??? man idk anymore) who chose the antihero path. wherein you're on a wild goose chase with the justice league/batfam trying their damn best to convince you to come to light and be part of their team instead whilst the villains/rogue galleries are on their way to fully convert you to pure evil. just an idea, i want to tackle on superpowers rather than normal/human readers.

which makes me wonder, if i post anything random, will the yan dc tag come back to life at least 💔

and will anyone or my followers want me to post about bnha/arcane/any other fandom i'm in? because i have a lot of fanfic ideas but idk if anybody wants me to diverge from my usual content.

as for future updates — i swear i'll be getting there if the burnout eventually drifts away, i apologize in advance 😭

[vintagegeekculture]

Luo Song's art depicts a crossing of the Silk Road from the Chinese perspective, with one long poster split into four sections.

It starts with Chinese merchants leaving on horses in Chang An, ancient capital of China (now called Xian), and you can tell it's Chang An because of the presence of the Drum Tower (a city landmark), and the Giant Wild Goose Tiger Pagoda. There's also a dragon there in case you don't get the point.

Then it comes to the Painted Caves of Dunhuang, an art gallery in the desert. The flying woman is an apsara, a Buddhist wind angel of the Silk Road. Tyrannical upper class Chinese teenage girls love to have photo shoots of themselves as Dunhuang Apsara they put on social media like Weibo and bilibili.

Then comes a section in Xinjiang, West China, a region home to the legendary Oasis Cities, and the Turkic and Persian peoples like the Tajik, Uyghur, Kyrgyz, Mountain Mongols, and Pamiri. The mountains in the far right of the image are the Flaming Mountains of Turfan, which has a unique optical illusion at certain times of day: as a result of shimmering hot desert air combined the unique patterns of the rock, the cliffs appear to be on fire. My best guess for the building in the center, showing Turkic architecture, is that it is the Tomb of Tamerlane in Samarkand, Uzbekistan. According to legend, the tomb is inscribed with "If I still lived, the world would tremble."

Finally, the last bit has an angel in the Georgian/Armenian style, representing the passage into the lands of Christian Central Asia, followed by one of the westernmost end points of the Silk Road, Istanbul, represented by the Hagia Sofia....and in the far left, Venice.

[duchess-doodles]

I am not immune to the Book of Bill so have some Bill + divorce era Ford + toxic old man yaoi sketches

Closeups under the cut

Ok also. As someone who does not enjoy drawing hands Ford is a fucking nightmare because he's got a whole??? Extra finger?????

However I will say there's a reason everyone was drawing twinkified Bill back in the day. He's really really fun to draw. I will admit the design I came up with is pretty basic lol. I really do love all the non-twinkified human Bill designs I've been seeing emerge lately! Imo they're far more interesting and well thought out than most of the oncler-ass looking biz that's been the norm for human Bill Although I think 90% of what makes him fan to draw is he's just such a cunty solipsistic little sack of shit. He's like a wine aunt and a malicious toddler and an obsessive tween who writes "my mom sold me to sev'ral timez for drinking money" fanfic fused together. He's a control freak and a hot mess and also deeply sad inside probably. What a guy.

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[holespoles]

Kyriak Kostandi, The Goose, 1913, National Art Gallery of Ukraine.

[starredblood]

NOWHERE GIRL

PART TWELVE

kang sae-byeok x fem!reader

synopsis: when ji-yeong goes missing you and sae-byeok go on a fever dream goose chase.

wc. 4.1k

warnings: a bit of physical altercation and the usual angst TT

(nowhere girl masterlist)

Your first day after cutting ties with your parents officially was dull. But in the best way. Your entire day was just waking up to head to school and then you headed straight to the art gallery. The workaholic trait both your parents have finally rubbed off on you, it’s addicting to stay away from home so you can’t bear the thoughts that try to consume your mind.

But now that the day is officially over, you enter the apartment. It’s so quiet and dark once you enter, it frightens you all the time.

You groggily remove your shoes and rip off the buttons on your button-up shirt, ready to let sleep overtake you.

When you finish doing to night routine and put on your comfiest pajamas you throw yourself onto the bed and let your muscles finally get some rest.

It was only eight o’ clock but were so tired that you didn’t even do your usual phone scrolling down a social media rabbit hole tonight.

The loud banging coming from the entrance door distrusted your half lulled state. You gasp yourself awake and press your palm to your beating chest. At first you thought you were experiencing a nightmare but the banging continued. It was like whoever was standing on the other side wanted to tear the door open.

As you descended down the stairs you take a deep breath before looking into the peephole. You cross your fingers hoping that danger isn’t lurking next to your apartment.

Your heart skips a beat when you see that it was Sae-byeok all along. Without further thinking you open the door with a great speed.

“Hey, are you—“

“Ji-yeong never came home since she left yesterday.” Sae-byeok says, her voice shaking horribly.

Her body was stiff, pale in the face, and she looks like she had seen a ghost.

Your stomach twists up hearing the news. “W—What?”

“Please, help me.” she begs, her deep voice replaced by something small and desperate.

“Yeah, of course.” you say without further hesitation. “But, Cheol—?”

“I dropped him off with my neighbor.”

You nod. “Let me get my jacket.”

It takes you less than a minute to head out the door. You didn’t put too much thought into the fact that you still had on your pajamas or that you were sporting your indoor slippers.

“Can you track her on your phone?” you ask her once you both ran out the building.

“Yeah, but it says she’s offline.” Sae-byeok says, running her hands through her short unruly hair in exasperation. “Fuck, I’m scared what if Deok-su actually got to her?”

“Come on let’s think before we jump into the worst conclusions.” you reassure her, reaching to grab her arms to prevent her from ripping her hair off of her scalp. “You said she had to do something important yesterday, right?”

Sae-byeok’s eyes move around rapidly, trying to collect her thoughts quickly as possible. “She went to visit her dad in Daejeon prison. I—I called but they said she left last night.”

“Maybe she got lost or something and could be wandering near the prison?”

“Could be.” Sae-byeok says, breathily. “But Daejeon is a big city how the hell are we going to find her?”

“Let’s think of a way to get there first and we’ll move on from there, okay?”

Sae-byeok, who’s at this point hyperventilating, doesn’t seem convinced but she doesn’t have a better plan than that so she just nods.

You pull out your phone to find the directions to the prison. “That’s a pretty far commute. We have to take the subway then the bullet train. That’s the only method of transportation she could take to go that far.”

“I—I can’t afford a twenty dollar ticket.” Sae-byeok mutters.

“Just pay me back by buying me a meal one of these days, okay? Let’s go!” you say, yanking Sae-byeok’s arm and running on foot to the nearest subway station.

After the twenty minute subway ride, you got dazed by the complicated maze that was navigating the railway for the bullet train. Running around like headless chickens, Sae-byeok finally figured out the location of the bullet train that was departing in five minutes.

“I should’ve brought water bottles.” you say, out of breath. You sink down in a seat after successfully making it the last second inside the bullet train.

Sae-byeok’s heavy breathing was loud beside you. She presses the back of her head on the seat and stares at the ceiling possibly still in fight or flight mode.

“It’s an hour train ride what if—what if we can’t make it on time?” Sae-byeok whispers, her eyes shinier than usual.

You’re in disbelief that her of all people would cry so you convince yourself that it was just the reflection of the light perfectly hitting her irises.

You check your phone’s map again. “We could look around any late night spots near the prison like…like restaurants, or motels, or convenience stores. Oh, do you have a recent photo of Ji-yeong?”

Sae-byeok is unresponsive. You shot your head up and saw that her eyes are shut tightly and her lips quivering. So you go and place your hand gently on of top of one of her trembling ones, waiting for her to look at you.

“If we can’t find her tonight we will report her missing to the police but let’s stay hopeful, okay?” you reassure her. “Ji-yeong is strong and resourceful.”

Sae-byeok still remains silent, the stress of losing her best friend is overwhelming. You understand that this is a weight too unbearable to sit on and that Sae-byeok isn’t going to be rationally thinking until Ji-yeong is found safe and sound.

Your head began throbbing due to dehydration and the stress of coming up with a thousand scenarios to what might’ve happened to Ji-yeong.

Back in high school, Ji-yeong was always known as a rebel child often defying her elders. You would often hear stories about how she used to like wandering around the neighborhood in the middle of the night smoking and drinking because her home life was unbearable. There was a point in your life when you judged her for it. But when she came to your doorstep the summer before senior year, you welcomed her in after seeing the look of distraught on her face. Like she witnessed something unimaginable to the human psyche.

Ji-yeong never revealed why she ran away from home but you had the rumors and the various hints she left. And with the piece of viable information Sae-byeok gave you, you probably have a few assumptions never to be spoken aloud. It astounded you how much grit and determination she had to keep trudging forward. And you are sure that if she truly got lost in the streets of Daejeon, that she would find a way to maintain herself. But you just hope that she isn’t scared shitless right now.

“This is it.” Sae-byeok low voice breaks you from your looming thoughts. She nudges you in the ribcage to get off your seat.

“The prison isn’t far from the station. So, I guess we can start looking around here.” you say a once you both get off the train station. “Maybe she’s in a train lobby or somewhere with customer service.”

After an hour, you guys searched every section of this large train station. You knocked out on very stall and talked to any workers that were still around this late at night but not a single sign of Ji-yeong was seen. Your legs are cramping up but you try shaking the feeling away.

You could visibly see the hope in Sae-byeok’s eyes die down with every minute that passes by. That’s when you suggest to look around the nearby areas.

The streets of Daejeon was bustling with activity as it was a Friday night and it was time for partygoers to arise from hibernation of the weekday. However, it wouldn’t be too hard for Sae-byeok to spot her with her height difference compared to yours. Her eyes dart around the crowds of people like an eagle.

After last nights rain, the air was hot and humid and you already began sweating profusely not to mention being surrounded by other peoples clammy bodies. You were feeling delirious and your heart couldn’t stop racing but try to hold it together. Deep down you know Sae-byeok needs you to be the calm one in this situation.

“There’s a motel nearby, let’s go ask there.” you suggest and lead her to where the map is suggesting you should go.

A ten minute walk lead you guys to the small motel secluded in this bright lively city.

“Hi, ma’am,” you greet hurriedly at the clerk. “our friend is missing, do you know if you’ve seen this girl possibly rent a room here?”

Sae-byeok whips her phone out and shoves the picture of Ji-yeong at the clerks face, startling her.

“Sorry, I haven’t here and I’ve been here since noon.” the worker says after inspecting the photo carefully.

“Fucking hell.” Sae-byeok groans.

“Thank you, ma’am.” you quickly bow and lead Sae-byeok out the motel, ignoring the scowl growing on the motel workers face.

“What’s your great plan now, huh?” Sae-byeok scoffs.

“Hey, I know this is a high stress situation but don’t lash out on me right now, okay?” you snip and go back to your phone.

Sae-byeok paces back and forth in front of you while your fingers rapidly type other possible motels nearby you can ask.

That’s when you hear Sae-byeok mumble your name and tug the hem of your sleeve. You look and question at the person she’s pointing at.

“Is that Ji-yeong’s purse?”

Sae-byeok’s face turns stone cold, but her dilated pupils tell a different story. She looks like she’s ready to pounce on whoever she’s glaring at. You swallow thickly peering ahead and look at the homeless man lying against the wall of a closed shop. He’s layered in multiple blankets and beside him is a bright orange flap purse you vividly recall seeing before.

“It—It looks like it.” you mutter. Now, it was time for you to panic.

Next thing you know, Sae-byeok is on the other side of the street and on top of the man who desperately tries calling for help.

“Sae-byeok!” you cry out and run in the middle of heavy traffic to get across. When you make it Sae-byeok has her pocket knife pressed on his neck.

“You’re seriously asking for help right now when you stole my friend’s purse?!” she bellows, her grip on his coat getting tighter as she shakes him violently. “What did you do to her?!”

The man starts vibrating in fear, his eyes popping out of his skull. “I—I—I stole it earlier today from a lady at—at—“

“Hurry up and say it!”

You glance around nervously, a few people in their cars and passerby’s are throwing looks and you’re scared one of them might get the police involved.

“At the train station!” he answers fast.

Sae-byeok adds more pressure to the pocket knife on his skin. “You’re lying, fucker.”

“No, I swear! I ran—she chased me all the way to the supermarket but she ended up losing me there. I—I swear please!”

“Is it, Local Food Farmers?” you ask him after searching the nearest supermarket.

“Yes, yes that one! That’s the last place I seen her yes!”

Sae-byeok throws him back on the ground with mighty force, making him land with a thud. She snatches the purse back and pulls you to run away from the scene she just caused.

“I don’t see any cash on here.” Sae-byeok growls, rummaging through Ji-yeong’s purse. “I should go back and—“

“Hey, stop it!” you hiss, pressing a firm hand on her chest to prevent her from turning back around. “Fighting a homeless man isn’t going to help us find Ji-yeong faster.”

Sae-byeok sighs in defeat and continues walking, still inspecting every item in Ji-yeong’s bag.

Of course, the supermarket was closed a long time ago and nowhere around the vicinity were there any signs of Ji-yeong as all the surrounding shops had been long closed as well besides a club down the road. While you were biting your nails, anxiously trying to find a solution on your phone maps, Sae-byeok’s sinks down on the edge of the sidewalk and burys her face on her hands.

“She’s nearby, Sae-byeok. You have her purse so we know she has to be here.” you say reassuringly, bending down to pat her back. “It’s so obvious now what happened. When she left she got mugged just as she was about to go to the train station and I bet her phones probably dead too so she’s trying to find a way to contact us.”

“If her phones dead wouldn’t she ask for someone else’s to call me?” Sae-byeok says muffled as her face was still covered.

She was right but you didn’t want to agree to make her more nervous. So, you pry her up and suggest walking around the block one more time. You didn’t want to admit it but you were also starting to lose hope.

“It’s midnight.” you sigh. “Should we go to the police?”

Sae-byeok removes her hands off of her face and becomes expressionless, like she was trying to dissociate from the situation. It was starting to worry you more.

“I think it’ll be more beneficial if we go—“

You stop mid sentence and gasp at the feeling of a cold sticky hand touching slight skin on your waist.

“What’re you doing out here in your pajamas, hon?” slurs a drunken man. You whip around to face a business man whose outfit is sloppily thrown on. He stumbles backwards to eye your entire body before skidding to get closer to your face. “Looks like you’re trying to make it to the bedroom quicker.” he reaches over to grab your arm.

Your flight or fight response kicked in and you use all your strength to hit him square in the face. Immediately, you felt awful watching how he stumbled backwards and landed on his rear end. You don’t know why your brain made you feel so guilty, he deserved it.

“Fuck that hurt!” you wince clutching your bruised knuckles.

“You little bitch I think you—you fucking broke my nose!” he stammers, dropping his bottle of alcohol to clutch his nose. The club goers down the block began watching and recording the commotion, you could hear their murmuring. “I’ll teach you—!”

The man tries getting back up to lurch towards you again until Sae-byeok goes and kicks his chest causing him to fall back down on the sidewalk. She grabs your non injured hand and quickly drags you both away from the scene.

“Where are we going?” you whine, your knuckles still throbbing in pain.

“A convenience store to get an ice pack for that.” she says, throwing you a quick frown. “I think I saw one down here.”

“But the police station is on the store side!”

“You’re injured—!”

“We are going to waste time, Sae-byeok!” you say, putting your foot down. She scoffs at your stubbornness. “Hey, don’t look at me like that! The pain will go away—“

“Your hand is all red!”

“It’s not like I broke any bones!” you protest and start walking the opposite way and hope that the man you just punched isn’t still there. Sae-byeok tries to pull you back but you swat your arm back. “Stop it! If it still hurts after we go to the police station then we will go to a convenience store, okay?”

“Ugh! Why are you being like this?” she barks back. “You’re the most stubborn person I’ve ever met.” she grumbles lower but you heard it clear as day.

You huff in frustration and keep marching to the police station with her stomping angrily behind you.

There was heavy tension between the two of you the entire walk to the police station. You felt bad for throwing a fit when Sae-byeok was trying to help, but her last comment to you pained you a little and got in the way of you apologizing.

“Hello ladies, how may I help you?” says the police officer unenthusiastically at the front desk.

You send Sae-byeok a glare, hearing her mutter how annoyed she was with you again. But you quickly clear your throat before speaking.

“Hi, sir, we’d like to report a missing person. Her name is Park Jiyeong and she was last seen near here last night after getting mugged by a homeless man.” you explain, forcing a tight lipped smile.

The officer doesn’t respond right away and gives you an odd look. He turns around in his swivel chair and whistles over to one of his co-workers.

“Hey, Officer Lee, didn’t you arrest a young lady last night named, Park Ji-yeong?” he calls out to the worker.

“What?!” you and Sae-byeok say in unison.

The co-worker, in the middle of his meal, pauses mid-chew and nods casually before going back to eating.

“What did she do?” you say, appalled.

“Fought a homeless man and injured one of our officers—accidentally I think is what my partner said but let me figure that out.” he says with a sigh and stands up from his seat. You and Sae-byeok exchange worried glances. “To bail her out one of you needs to fill out the paperwork. Take a seat in the waiting room first and I’ll have you fill it out.”

When you both sat down in the waiting room, Sae-byeok starts shaking her legs uncontrollably, clearly freaking out. You bite your lip trying to decide whether you should try to talk to her or not. But you decide against it, feeling like you’ll only irritate her more than she already is. At least you stopped thinking about your swollen hand.

When the officer comes back you stand up to go fill the paperwork.

“Do…” you hesitate speaking as you read over the paperwork. “Do we have to pay any bail money?”

“Although she elbowed the officer by accident. However, legally speaking she needs to await trial,” he explains. That’s when your body starts leaving your soul. “but it’s been a long day so just fill that paperwork out and…stay out of trouble.” he raises a brow at your bruised hand which is of course your dominant one that you’re singing the paperwork with.

“Oh my god, yes of course officer thank you thank you we will!” you beam and deeply bow before finishing off the paperwork grinning ear to ear.

“Ji-yeong!”

After twenty more minutes of waiting, Sae-byeok throws herself on top of Ji-yeong once she arrived at the waiting room, squeezing her tightly. This reconciliation made tears brim from the corner of your eyes, you couldn’t believe it just yet.

Ji-yeong looked a mess. Her mascara completely smudged, her hair was tired up messily and she had a faint scratch mark on her chin. However she had a huge smile of relief seeing you both in front of her—you are sure she thinks you two are a figment of her imagination as well.

“About fucking time.” Ji-yeong sighs in relief. “I can’t wait to charge my phone and catch up on my—“

“Why the hell didn’t you call me?!” Sae-byeok queries loudly. Your breathing pauses when you actually saw a tear roll down the stone faced girls cheek.

“I don’t know your phone number but I asked the officer to look up your bakery and call them but no one answered and I could only make one call!” Ji-yeong whines, rubbing the sides of her temples. “My dad is a heartless monster, I got robbed, they threw me in jail and now you’re yelling at me…So, can we just go home so I can go to my room and cry?”

“Have you eaten anything yet though?” you frown. “Do you want to get something here on me?”

“No, let’s get out of here I want nothing to do with Daejeon anymore!”

“You’re fucking unbelievable.” Sae-byeok hisses, wiping her tears furiously with the end of her sleeves.

“I’m sorry,” Ji-yeong frowns. “to both of you. Thank you for coming for me though. I—I was starting to believe for a second that no one would actually come looking for me.” she mutters softly. You can’t even imagine to have the braveness Ji-yeong possesses. She starts sniffling but trying her best not to become teary like you two are. “Can we go now please?”

No one muttered a single word the entire ride back home. It was hard to process the events that unfolded and every so often you would check up on the girls who sat in between you, dazed in their own thoughts. You are sure they both share the same migraine you are suffering through right now.

By the time you all arrived at their apartment it was three o’ clock in the morning. The girls didn’t question your presence once you entered inside with them. It was like you never left back in March.

Sae-byeok enters two minutes later with a groggily Cheol who she was cradling like a baby over to their room. You hear Ji-yeong slam the door to her room loudly while you were heating up water on a pot to make tea to help calm any unsettled nerves.

“You still remember where everything is?” you heard Sae-byeok’s faint voice behind you. You turn and see her leaning against the doorframe of her room.

“Nothings changed here.” you mumble. “You want tea right? I’m making for three.”

Sae-byeok nods and starts approaching you. For some strange reason, your muscles start to get tense when she leans against the kitchen counter getting awfully close to you.

“I don’t think, Ji-yeong will want anything right now.” she says, looking sullen again. “We should give her space—she went through a lot.”

“Yeah, you’re right…”

You quietly pour the boiling water into the mugs and dip the tea bags inside.

“Your hand…is it still swollen?” Sae-byeok asks, timidly.

After remembering the small argument you two had earlier, your heart sinks. The hurt you felt by Sae-byeok’s words came back.

“A bit but it’s nothing.” you mumble and then sigh in defeat knowing that there’s no way around avoiding the awkward tension. “And I’m sorry—“

“Do not even finish that sentence. I’m the one who should be sorry. We were both frustrated and scared and I said things I didn’t mean.” Sae-byeok says firmly. “So, I’m sorry.”

“…You’re forgiven.” you say quietly and you hear Sae-byeok let out a breath of relief. Did she think you weren’t going to accept her apology?

“And you’re sleeping here tonight, right?” she asks you after you pass her a mug.

You finally look at Sae-byeok and notice how her eyes shifted now. What was once a look of fright and desperation is now replaced with security and comfort. They’re completely softened over.

“You’re finally letting me stay here? I never thought I’d see the day.” you say sarcastically and she rolls her eyes playfully. “Joking. But yeah if that’s okay with you? It’s already late so...”

“I’ll get you a blanket and pillow then.” she announces quietly and heads back to her room.

When you made your way to the living room couch, you managed to hear Ji-yeong’s muffled cries making your stomach knot. You wanted to head over to her and try to soothe the pain she must be in, but Sae-byeok knows her better and if she says to give her space then you need to do that.

A minute later, Sae-byeok comes back with the pillow and blanket. You mutter a thank you and was ready to call it a night but to your surprise she sinks down beside you. She takes a few sips of her mug before clearing her throat.

“By the way, you can take a shower and borrow something of mines for now I know we both did a lot of running and sweating tonight.” she says in her casual flat tone of voice. “I know you hate my taste in clothes but—“

“I never said hate. I told you to experiment.” you scoff with a playful smile on your lips. “I would love to take a long hot shower right now so thank you for offering.”

Sae-byeok nods and finishes the rest of her tea to your bewilderment as yours was still piping hot.

“I…don’t know what I would’ve done if you weren’t there to help me. So, thank you for that.” she says, sincerely.

You are too nervous to look at her. Thats when your stomach began to flutter with butterflies, a common sensation you began feeling nowadays. “Of course.” you gulp.

“And it was admirable seeing how calm you handled—well everything.“

“Admirable?” you laugh.

“I don’t know that’s the best way I could describe it.” she shrugs, scratching the back of her head.

“I punched a guy so I don’t know if calm is the best way you should describe of my behavior.”

“That pervert deserved it.” she says, scoffing when she replays that moment in her head. “Also, was that your first time ever punching someone?”

“Yeah and hopefully my last because that seriously did hurt at first.” you say, pouting at your slightly swollen knuckles.

Sae-byeok snorts a your comment and rises up from the couch. “Okay, I won’t keep you up any longer I’ll go get you the clothes and a towel.” she pauses abruptly to look down at your feet. You look at her, puzzled. “By the way, nice bunny slippers.”

“Oh, fuck off!” you hiss, your face turning bright red.

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[imnotjaesblog]

Only I Can See This

Starring: Na Jaemin

Warnings: Suggestive, and a bit of fluff.

Words: 1k

Enjoy ;)

You had found his camera lying on the nightstand of your shared bedroom. You picked it up making your way to your bed. You climbed onto the sheets turning the camera on. Laying on your stomach and legs swaying side to side as you flipped through the gallery.

Smiling at the pictures you pass by. Chuckling a few of his friends acting silly. Stealing his camera and taking photos of their faces in all different kinds of weird angles. You continued to flip through the pictures unknowingly aware of Jaemin who walked inside the room.

He smiled upon seeing you with his camera. He loved how much you enjoyed his work. His sleeves rolled up into his forearms having just left his office. He had finished editing a few photos for his gallery.

He walked further into the room. Climbing onto the bed beside you. You glanced over at him. Moving closer so you could both see the pictures on his camera. He lay on his side. Looking over your shoulder. Warm hands running softly up and down your side. You relaxed into his touch the sway of your legs calming. Then they stilled when you came across a picture of you.

Your lip met your teeth. Jaemin stared deeply at the photo. This one hadn’t made it to the gallery. It never will.

You continued to stare at it. It was you looking up at him, so needy. Your mascara is smudged by your eyes and your skin glowing from sweat. Your eyes wide looking up at Jaemin in the photo. You felt your body heat it. Goose bumps rose on your skin as Jaemin squeezed your waist.

“Jaemin,” you hummed turning your neck to him. He was already staring at you. Lip caught between his teeth and eyes heavy. He pulled you a bit closer to his frame. The picture brings back the memory of you on that night not too long ago.

He could feel the growing bulge in his brown slacks. The fabric tightened around him. His hips are already placed by your side pushing himself in the outer skin of your thigh. Jaemin never got this needy with you. You liked seeing him this way. Teasing smile on your lips as you flipped through more pictures of yourself. Pictures like the first one where you were looking up at him. Spit and cum on your lips and chin. A hot mess in every photo.

Some of you lying on your bed. On your back lips parted. There were even a few of your back. Arching and his strong hand gripping on your waist. Jaemin felt himself getting closer and closer to losing his control of you. Seeing those pictures only made him want to take more. He had all of these photos on his computer. In a folder hidden away where no one could find it but him and you if you ever got curious like now. A part of him wanted you to find them.

As you flipped through Jaemin sighed in relief when you finally found the video. You clicked it eyes widening as you watched it. It was you lying down legs spread open. Jaemin slotted between your exposed thighs cock fucking into you hard. You could hear your moans and his low grunts as he fucked your pussy. You felt your thighs squeeze together.

Jaemin smirked releasing his grip on you. He turned you over taking the camera. He could see the gloss in your eyes. He placed the camera to the side. He was leaning down to put his lips on yours. You kissed him back needy hands pulling him closer to you. Grabbing onto his dark hair you wrapped your legs around him hips flexing up to feel him. Jaemin lowered himself onto you resting between your legs. Cock placed just above your clothed pussy.

Flexing his hips softly against you. You moaned at the contact. Feeling how hard he was against your sensitive skin. He pulled back from your lips. Removing his white shirt. You did the same throwing it somewhere. He kissed your lips smile on his as he kissed down your neck. Unclasping your bra and engulfing one of your nipples between his lips. His other hand moves towards your blue shorts. Undoing the knot you tied and tugging them down.

When he released your nipple salvia drizzled down his at the sight of you. An image he will never get used to you. He picked up his camera. Brows furrowed and lips apart as he sat up. Turning the device on. He looked down at you. Asking if it was okay. You looked up at him nodding. He brought the camera to his eye. Snapping a few photos before it was too much. Naturally beautiful. Laid out on your shared bed. He found himself thanking God for sending you his way.

“Fuck baby,” he groaned length squeezing in his slacks. “Open a bit for me,” he said with a sly smirk. You did spreading your legs open just a little to tease him. He let out a shudder at your playfulness. He eyed in on your pussy licking his lips. After this, he was so going down on you.

“That’s right doing so good for Nana,” he hushed taking a few more photos of you. He always made you feel so beautiful. Every time he took out his camera to take your photo it always felt like you were looking at yourself through his eyes. And in every photo, even the ones where your legs are spread for him desperate look in your eyes. You felt beautiful.

“Do you mind if I record?” He asked through a few breaths. You shook your head. “I don’t mind baby,” you said sitting up. Taking the camera from his hands. Confused you pushed him back on the bed. But he let you. Curious to see where this was going. You picked up the camera. “Undo your pants,” you demanded softly. He quickly did wasting no time to remove them. Once he did you smiled. Crawling to him and wrapping a leg around his waist. Sitting right on top of his hot dick.

You picked up the camera eyeing in on your hot boyfriend. You snapped a few and continued to. Feeling the pool in your panties seam down your thighs. You knew Jaemin could feel it too by the way his cock twitched on his exposed skin. Jaemin shifted a bit letting out a small whine. A part of him was getting impatient. He so desperately needed you. It didn’t matter how. You pussy in his mouth or dick inside you. You smirked enjoying seeing him squirm underneath you.

You leaned down placing a hand on his face. You placed a peck on his lips staring deep into his needy eyes.

“It’s okay baby just a few more,” you said rocking your pussy over his dick. He let his head fall back eyes shutting and lips parting. “Fuck princess Nana needs you,” he moaned. You took a picture of the sight in front of you. His hair was already stuck to his forehead, lips parted and his large chest red followed by his cheeks.

And only you get to see this.

The End:)

Hope you enjoyed it! I wanted to write something short and sweet for ya'll. See you soon!