#a queued post

[velvetstreets]

weirdo

A/N: this turned from cute fluff to smut somehow???? Idk what happened

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“You weirdo!” You laughed, pushing Jack to the side.

He had sauntered into the bedroom, picking you up and spinning you around before acting like he was going in for a kiss. You closed your eyes waiting for his lips to meet yours before you felt his wet tongue slide across your cheek.

“Don’t think I won’t get you back for that.” You said wiping your face with your sleeve.

“Do your worst, baby.” Jack said with a wink before getting into bed.

“Trust me, it’s coming.” You trailed behind him, getting in on your side.

“Mmhm, I believe you.” He said giving you a real kiss before reaching over to turn off the light.

He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling your back into his chest.

“You’ll never expect it.” You attested.

“Of course I won’t.” Jack hummed.

You started to settle in before you felt Jack’s arms tense lightly.

“Jack..” you warned before he suddenly threw the covers over you, and farted, loudly, and held you trapped in your fate.

“Jack oh my god!” You fought through the covers and Jack was dying of laughter.

Your head finally poked out and your hair was a mess, finally catching a fresh breath.

“I’ll fucking kill you oh my god,-“ you laughed. You couldn’t stay mad at him, but he was foolish to think you wouldn’t stay up all night concocting your revenge.

The next morning, Jack began to wake up, nuzzling his face into your hair.

“Morning, beautiful.” His raspy voice hanging in the air. He loved waking up like this, with you in his arms, sun warming his skin, it was perfect.

“Morning, baby. Hope you slept well. Cause it’s payback time.” You said sickeningly sweet.

“Hm?” Jack opened his eyes as he felt the warmth of your body leave his side, and it wasn’t until then that he realized he had been tied to the bed post. Naked.

“Oh, fuck yeah.” Jack grinned, sleepiness quickly fading away.

“No, no.” You shook your head at him.

“You’re gonna sit there and watch me fuck myself. Watch me cum, like a good boy. This is your punishment. No touching, not me, not yourself. Just sit there and watch.” You told him sternly with a soft voice.

“N-no baby, I’m sorry- please-“ Jack pleaded.

“Uh-uh.” You cut him off. “This should teach you stop playin with me. Mmkay?”

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[velvetstreets]

bite

“You look so pretty.” His voice brought you out of your little trance.

Jack had been marking up your neck and down your chest for the past 30 minutes; and he had done so for the last 4 days, every time you had sex.

“All mine.” His thumb traced one of the hickies near your breast.

“All yours.” You confirmed, smiling up at him.

“Fuck, I love you so much.” He whispered in your ear, kissing down your jaw and neck.

“I love you too. So much.” You told him, shivering as he took a nipple between his thumb and index finger, lightly tugging at it.

You moaned as he massaged your breasts, giving each one a lick and a kiss before returning to kiss down your torso.

“I can’t believe your mine.” Jack groaned, nuzzling his face into your tummy. “I will never get enough of you.” He continued.

“You’re so sexy-“ he said giving a small bite to your thigh, before soothing the spot with a lick.

“So fucking smart, so genuine and pure,” Jack kissed your inner thigh as he slung your legs over his shoulders.

“Heart and pussy made of gold.” He smirked before diving into you.

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[lgcdowoon]

DANCE COACH MEMORY : summer 2020 MENTIONS : @lgcjisoo WORDS : 658

“it’s always my fault, isn’t it?” — a boy sits on the floor of the practice room, head in his hands as he tries to suppress tears, mumbling to himself. he hasn’t been training for long and it was obvious from his performance at dance classes. never having danced before he signed to legacy, there were a lot of basics other trainees had that he simply lacked. every lesson spent making up lost ground, he could imagine no way he would ever reach the level of his peers.  he stalls practice, coaches having to take extra time during lessons to correct him. another day in dance class just meant anther scolding for dowoon, killing any confidence right before vocal lessons. 

most had already dispersed from the practice room, but he lingered. exhausted and frustrated, he didn’t have the strength to pull himself up from the floor. “dowoon-ah” the coach that had just rung him out, and dowoon thought left him out to dry in an empty studio, called to him. he was trained enough to know to come to attention when a coach called upon you, she patted him on the shoulder. it looked like she was close to walking out the door, stopping in front of his crumbed body next the door. “don’t be too hard on yourself, that’s my job.” she chuckled softly, so dowoon knew it was supposed to be a joke. but he only managed a small, insincere smile. the look in her face told him, she knew as much.

“look,” she sighed, sitting down next to dowoon. he lift his head properly from his knees, leaning his head back against the wall behind. “if everyone was a perfect dancer, i wouldn’t be here. i would have no purpose. you’re not the only trainee struggling.” 

“then why does it seem like everyone gets it, but me.” he insisted, pleading with the coach to see his side. 

she looked down at him intently, “that’s ridiculous. just after you i was scolding jisoo on his performance.” he hadn’t been able to pay attention to any of the feedback given after him, his mind swimming in his own. “but that doesn’t matter. this is about you.”

“everyone has their strengthens and weakness. i couldn’t stay on pitch to save my life. singing isn’t my strong suit and i’m aware of that. dwelling on everything i can’t sing, won’t make me a better artist or person.”

his head is out of his knees by now, his voice clearer as he counters, “but i want to be an idol. aren’t they supposed to be good at everything, well-rounded and that.”

“well-rounded does not mean perfect.” she points out, “no one is perfect at everything. everyone has a weakness, from the trainee that just walked into the studio for the first time, to the most senior idol. no one is expecting you to be perfect. work hard, put energy into things you aren’t good at, and challenge your strengthens. that will make you an idol.”

“ok” he sniffles, not able to say much as her words.

“now,” she “get up, dust yourself off and go to vocal class before you’re late. punctuality is respect and you will get no where without respect.” he follows her directions exactly as said, dusting and all. before he leaves the room to run to vocal lessons, he grabs her in a hug.

“thank you.” he says quietly. it feels like hugging his mom. he realizes he hasn’t done that nearly as much as he has needed since starting training, making the mental note to at least call her once he is done for the day. he should schedule time on his day off to go see her. luckily, his family is based in seoul so it isn’t terribly hard to see them face to face.

“run along dowoon-ah, i will see you tomorrow.” he nods and does so, praying his vocal coach is forgiving.

[lgcdowoon]

star struck.

SONGWRITING CAMP | arranging and producing ft. @lgcjaesun

dowoon had been a legacy stan since he was young, he grew up listening to haru and dbsd and blazing. he followed future dreams like a hawk before he ever joined the company, and it was shortly after the first season aired that he himself joined legacy. even after joining he followed all of the seasons of future dreams and was a huge fan of versus & agito’s debut. while he knew that many of the contestants were his peers (at the time) it never felt quite as so. they had an sort of unattainable, idol-like, quality to them that left dowoon nervous to approach.

settled into a seat the lesson for today, he looked around for a pencil, but came up short. “shoot” he mumbled under his under his breath, continuing to search through his things for anything to write with. “excuse me” not yet turning to the person that was just sitting down on his left, “do you have a pen-” his voice caught off involuntarily and his jaw dropped, as he took in the face of non-other than v&a’s leader on his immediate left. instantly he worried, silently of course, if he remembered to brush his teeth that morning.

[smallblueandloud]

hey y’all, just a head’s up - i’m not gonna be online for about a week starting today. the queue is stocked - sidenote: redownloading the mobile app was simultaneously the best (for the queue) and the worst (for my productivity) thing - and i have a few fics that are close to being finished, so. hope you guys all have a great week and wish me luck!

[smallblueandloud]

okay, so here’s the deal: i like marvel a lot, apparently, and so i have a lot of marvel content to queue (as opposed to other fandoms). so. i do days sometimes where it’s only marvel content. that doesn’t mean i don’t like other fandoms. it just means there’s a whole lot of good content out there and all of y’all are getting it today, lol.

[smallblueandloud]

y’all, i’m not even going to see endgame until saturday, but i have so many speculative posts in my drafts that i’m queuing them for today in preparation. a couple of notes:

- as of writing this (and when this will post), i haven’t seen the movie or any leaked footage, so everything posted will only spoil the trailers and how funny everyone on this hellsite actually is. everything related to the movie will be tagged “avengers: endgame”, though.

- the spoilers tag, when i do see the movie, will be “endgame spoilers”.

good luck, folks, and let’s hope goose survives.

[smallblueandloud]

❤ ❤

thank you <3 (not sure what this is for but i’m taking it anyway!)