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Why Just Fantasize?**



You kissed Joe goodbye that morning telling him you’d be back late tonight. Your day was filled with meetings and interviews about your new and exciting upcoming projects. 

When you left that morning, you expected Joe to film his videos and get a head start on his editing so you two could relax later that night. But when you came home do a dark house you questioned if you should’ve texted him saying that your last meeting was canceled and that you were coming home sooner than expected. 

But it was too late to send a text now.

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Unedited : Calum AU

Description: I feel like Calum’s been hella artistic lately so enjoy some quick photographer!Calum

Word Count: 985

A long shower greets you as you and Calum return from your evening ocean side walk. Calum, being the dedicated photographer that he is, couldn’t resist the particularly colorful sunset that painted tonight’s sky, and insisted that you join him on his quest to capture new material for his landscape portfolio. You obliged enthusiastically, always honored to watch Calum at work. He has such an eye for photogenic moments, many of them framed and hung around the walls of the home you two have enjoyed personalizing over the years. You never tire of walking into a room covered in his artistic talents, and you don’t think you ever will.

After your shower you expect to find Calum waiting for you, warming up the sheets of your bed, but he’s not there when you walk in. You dress in your favorite t-shirt of his and a comfortable pair of cheekies, then wander toward the only other room he might possibly be. It’s not much of a studio, just a bit of open space with a computer desk and a drafting table (because the boy can draw, too), with prints of his pictures yet to be suspended lined up around the floorboards. Sure enough, you find him sat at the desk, his opened laptop holding his complete attention.

The door isn’t closed all the way so you knock softly on the frame, letting your presence be known. With the turn of his head Calum peeks at you, a smile instantly running across his handsome face.

“Come ‘ere, angel,” he says as he leans back in his chair, offering his lap as a seat.

You take a few barefooted steps to meet him, hugging his neck as you sit. One of his strong arms wraps around your waist while the other allows him control of the wireless mouse. The laptop screen displays the pictures from earlier, different shades of yellow and orange being the primary sight. It really was a camera worthy sunset, and you can’t wait to see the masterpieces that Calum has turned it into.

“What do you think?” he asks, scrolling through edited and unedited versions of similar pictures. Flipping through all of them almost acts as a timeline, like you’re watching the sun set all over again.

“They’re really good,” you praise, painfully aware of your bland vocabulary. Calum is better with words as well, something you discovered in an apology letter he left you after one of your first serious fights.

He smiles again and gives your shoulder an innocent kiss, thanking you for the compliment.

“My favorite one’s coming up.”

You watch patiently as he continues to go from photo to photo, each shot somehow impressing you more than the last. It doesn’t take long for the one he was talking about to make its debut appearance, and your heart lurches when you see it.

It slipped your mind that there was a moment when Calum attempted to sneak you into frame while you weren’t paying attention. You thought you managed to catch on in time before he was able to accomplish a task that you’ve repeatedly told him you want to be no part of, but apparently that wasn’t the case. In front of you is a picture of yourself, a moment before you told Calum to stop pointing his camera at you. In it you’re seemingly reaching for the lens, on a mission to cover it with your palm, but your expression betrays you with a small smirk breaking free of its suppression. Instead of looking into the lens, your gaze is focused slightly above it where Calum’s eyes would be meeting yours. Your skin looks especially bronze as you stand in the direct path of the sun’s setting light, flattering your complexion into looking oddly flawless while highlighting the lighter shades of your hair.  

You lean forward as you’re introduced to the picture, baffled by your own face. You don’t usually like having your picture taken by someone else, Calum included, but this one is something close to a miracle.

“You edited this,” you declare, brushing his hand off of the wireless mouse so you can use it.

“Nope,” Calum says proudly.



“Well I look… weird.”

He curls his other arm around you now that he’s lost his rights to the mouse, takes your free hand in his, and raises it to his lips.

“You look like you’re in love with me,” he says.

His observation awakens the butterflies nesting in your stomach. Another glance at the picture gives you the same impression. The half-smiling face you’re making is one of not only annoyance but acceptance, two emotions that only Calum could make you feel simultaneously.  

“Huh,” you huff, leaning further into Calum’s body, “Camera must be broken.”

He laughs and squeezes you tighter, attacking your neck with take-it-back kisses. You swing your legs over his to make yourself more comfortable on his lap. He runs his fingers down the bare skin of your thigh, raising goosebumps in their path. His mouth gradually works its way toward yours, pressing multiple kisses to the lips he can never seem to get enough of.

The way every thought that doesn’t involve Calum disappears from your mind, leaving you lightheaded and consumed by him, is sufficient evidence to prove your little joke false. As you kiss him you’re reminded of the admiration you felt by the ocean while you witnessed him in action. You can clearly visualize the tip of his tongue protruding his teeth as he analyzes his surroundings for the best scenery, and the cute lines that crease near his right eye when he squints into the view finder. You adore all there is to adore about him: his commitment, his passion, his raw capability, and although you hate being made the subject of his artwork, you know damn well there’s nothing broken about that camera at all.  


Strictly Dancing

Originally posted by got7jacksonwang

Group: Got7

Pairing: Reader + Jackson Wang

Genre: Angst/Smut

Song recommendation: Sex Trip - Jay Park

Summary: You and Jackson are dance partners and he’s acting strange around you. You intend to find out why.

[Written by Admin Maknae; Edited by Admin E]

**Contains Sexual Content**

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CS Fic: Before You Go

A/N: @shady-swan-jones, not at all what you requested, which was post-break-up fic with the prompt, ‘I literally can’t sleep alone anymore so I’ve shown up at your door in my pyjamas. Can we have one more nap together, please?’ This hit me first from our convo, so I’ll have to go back and write the post break-up version.

Summary: On the eve of Killian leaving town for the Peace Corps, Emma surprises him. 

Words: 1435 | Rating: PG | ao3 | ffn


Killian weighed the frame in his hand, staring at the photo within as he absently pulled a page of newsprint from the pile on the coffee table. It was from a few years ago, just after commencement, Liam standing to his right, a wide smile on his face, while Emma, Belle, and David pushed in on his left, knocking his cap askew. Emma was mid-collapsing in laughter, her hair loose and covering half her face as Killian’s unseen hand dug into her robes, tickling her ribs as he pulled her in tighter. He could almost hear Mary Margaret admonishing them, pleading for them to allow her one photo where she wasn’t going to have to edit it in order to make it so they were all looking at the camera at the same time.

He slipped off the back of the frame, pulling the photo out and tucking it into his duffel bag before wrapping the frame and placing it in the last open box. He was taping up that box when a knock rapped at his door.

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P7: Business Trips

A/N: Hello hello, part 7 of business trips is here and thank god it’s not as long as the last one, it’s quite a short one today! ***LOTS OF SMUT READ AT YOUR OWN RISK*** I’m also collaborating with my friend @freetaetaesforehead. There will be cross-over chapters from “(Y/B/F/N)” over on her blog. ENJOY!

PART 1  /  PART 2  /  PART 3  /  PART 4  /  PART 5  /  PART 6 



(Y/B/FN) stood in the corner of the room watching as you took off your makeup and tied up your hair into a messy bun, trying to tidy your dishevelled appearance.
“(Y/N), I know something’s wrong, you can tell me.. Is it Jungkook?” You turned towards her, noticing that she was covered in what looked like icing sugar. “What’s that?” You snorted, pointing towards the mysterious powder that coated your best friend.
“Don’t change the subject (Y/N), what happened with you and Jungkook?” Hearing the worry in her voice made you realise you had to come clean eventually, you decided to take the sooner rather than later approach, getting it out of the way. You turned to face her, giving her an expression only she would be able to decipher, it’s funny how well she knew you. “Oh.” She exhaled knowingly,
“Did you two kiss again?” By this point she was sat on the bed, looking up at you in confusion.
“I guess you could say that, yeah.” You turned away from her as the realisation of what you’d done suddenly hit you both. (Y/B/F/N) stayed quiet at first, probably not wanting to say the wrong thing.
“What happens now?”
“I don’t know. I’m going for a shower, I’ll see you soon.” You smiled in her direction being careful not to make actual eye contact. It’s not that you were scared of seeing her face incase she was judging you, it’s that you were most definitely judging yourself. You grabbed a fresh towel and your toiletry bag before heading to the bathroom. 

How could you be so stupid? You could lose your job because of this, and for what? Sex in a car with a Kpop star? You’ve put everything you’ve worked hard for at risk, all because you’re so desperate for somebody to want you. After almost two hours of recalculating every single moment between you and Jungkook in the car, a hesitant knock on the door snapped you out of your daze.
“I’ll be out in a second.” You shouted over the sound of the shower.

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