#anyways music core time i look forward to seeing today's outfits

[jungwookjins]

NINE ♥ 240118 'dopamine' for m countdown

[id: 6 gifs of nine from kpop group onlyoneof. he is performing the choreography for 'dopamine' with the 5 other members on a stage lit in blue, purple, and red lights. he is wearing a black blazer with a deep v-neckline, black slacks, and a silver chain necklace. the colored caption reads: nine — 240118 'dopamine' for m countdown /end id]

#giffing stages is always like #wow this lighting and coloring looks terrible but at least wookjin looks good #i feel like these gifs are a hair too fast but it was too late to fix #beyond obsessed w the choreo on the third gif #they need to do this makeup on him forever and always also #onlyoneof #ooo #ennuigif #lyonet #malegroupsnet #kpopco #kflops #usertheos #useroro #forvy #forpaulita #rosieblr #anyways music core time i look forward to seeing today's outfits

[nostalgiahan]

Still Into You

genre: songfic, fluff, smut

pairing: graffiti artist!changbin x afab!reader (gender-neutral language)

word count: 2k

warnings: drug use (cannabis,) trespassing, oral sex (f,) car sex, little dialogue, changbin and reader run from the cops lol

a/n: i was listening to still into you by paramore and this just kinda. came into existence. it’s also very song focused so if you’ve never listened to 2000s alt rock... i’m sorry lmao. the sugarmill in the story is also a real place that my friends and i used to visit and smoke take pictures at, although the cops never found us there haha. anyways enjoy folks.

Your nails had been tapping on the windowsill enough to wear them down to nubs by the time Changbin pulled up in front of your house. When his beat up Subaru pulled up next to the curb, you just about jumped out of your skin from excitement. Today was your fourth anniversary, as well as Valentine’s Day, and the adrenaline rushing through your blood was a sign that you were more than looking forward to whatever fun plans he had up his sleeve.

Compared to most couples on Valentine’s day, your outfit was pretty plain and not at all glamorous. Practical boots, jeans, an old band hoodie and Changbin’s dark green parka were your clothes of choice, but you knew that your boyfriend wasn’t going to take you to some fancy restaurant. No, you two were going adventuring.

As soon as you hop in the passenger seat of the car, shoving a couple of receipts into the foot well, Changbin reaches into his hoodie pocket and gives you a card. It’s crude, made of a folded sheet of printer paper and hastily scribbled on in pen but it’s very fitting for him.

“You better enjoy the card,” he says with a smirk, “because it came to me in a dream. This is pure, undiluted Changbin, packaged for your enjoyment and convenience.”

Giggling, you open the card. Inside is a barely legible “i love you so much y/n” surrounded by hearts, and in the corner is a drawing of a cow dressed in a lab coat and holding a beaker labeled “Moorie Curie.” It’s perfect, but what else did you expect from him?

“Happy anniversary, my love.” When you look up at Changbin, he has the widest smile on his face, cheeks dotted with flecks of paint and eyes crinkled up into little crescents. He’s dressed similarly to you, hair sitting in a pile on top of his head, clearly not having been paid attention to before leaving the house. It doesn’t matter, though, since the both of you will be wearing hoods over your heads anyways. You lean over the center console to give him a quick kiss, although it takes a couple of tries to get his lips since you’re both smiling so hard.

Changbin kicks his old car into gear as he sets off towards his destination. He’s explaining where you’re going, but you can barely hear him over the car speakers blasting Simple Plan and Green Day.

“So yeah, it’s this sugarmill that caught on fire in, like, 1910, and they never renovated it. There’s a bunch of cool abandoned shit around there, too. I think there’s, like, three fucked up couches.”

As you listen to him talk, you stick your fingers through the gap at the top of the side window. It’s permanently cracked open like that, and you have vivid memories of trying to throw cigarette butts through the gap when the two of you were bored.

After a while of listening to pop punk and playing with Changbin’s fingers over the gear shift, you arrive at your destination. Several charred brick buildings sit in the middle of a field, dead trees framing an open area in the center where someone has set up some logs and rocks to form a makeshift circle. Your boyfriend’s eyes scan the landscape, looking for his next canvas. Eventually, he tugs your arm and leads you towards one of the buildings, smiling back at you. “C’mon, let’s go explore this place.”

The two of you wander for a while, over rickety walkways and up staircases, taking pictures with your Polaroid and holding hands the whole time. Eventually, Changbin finds a stretch of wall big enough to start his work. Setting his duffel bag on the ground, he beckons you over and crouches down, inviting you to hop onto his back.

He pulls out a can of white spray paint, shaking it and popping the cap with his thumb. As he starts to paint, making large, sweeping motions with his arms, you really wished he had worn something sleeveless, however impractical. After lighting a slightly crushed joint you’d fished out of your pocket, you nestled your nose into his shoulder, holding the joint up to Changbin’s lips. He takes a few pulls as he works, the previously bland wall turning into a beautiful blend of blues, purples, and whites. It’s always fascinating to see how he works, seemingly not thinking before laying down a line of paint, yet each stroke seems to perfectly fit in with the others.

As he’s switching colors, Changbin lets you off his back, settling his hands on your sides. He stares at you for a bit, trying to study every bit of your face that isn’t covered by the oversized hood of his jacket. After a while, he smiles, pulling you close and kissing your forehead. Changbin always called you his muse, but you never expected him to take it as literally as he did, often staring at you or asking unrelated questions when he was stuck with a piece. He sways gently back and forth, pressing little kisses to your head, as Good Charlotte emanates from the tiny phone speaker in his back pocket. Occasionally, he’ll pull back just a tiny bit to really study your face, kissing you softly and muttering something along the lines of “i really can’t believe how fucking incredible you are” or “i love you so much it’s unreal.”

It’s not until a few more songs have ended that he pulls away, inviting you back onto his back as you light another joint. The piece is almost done, the tag “SPEARB” painted in blobby letters, shining artificially. All he has left is the outline, but his work is cut short when you hear the faint sound of sirens approaching and the light creeping in from the broken windows flashes a faint red and blue.

What happens next is like clockwork. You hop off of Changbin’s back, putting out the joint on the wall and throwing it into his duffel bag along with the other cans of paint he’s left out. What you’re supposed to do next is grab the bag and run, but Changbin is trying his best to finish a really specific detail and the more time he has that can in his hand, the less time you guys have to get the fuck out. After what seems like an eternity of whisper-yelling and (gently) stomping your foot at him, he caps the can and throws it into the bag. Finally, the two of you are off. As he’s picking up the bag, however, you notice what he was taking so long to finish. In tiny lettering, in the bottom corner of the piece, 4 words. “fuck cops” on one line, and “for y/n” on another.

As the two of you clamber over wooden planks and piping, pulling your hoods over your heads and your masks over your faces to hide your identities, Changbin grabs your hand and squeezes. He lets go almost as quickly as he grabbed it but the sentiment is still there; i’m here, i’m gonna keep us safe. It’s a welcome sentiment when shouts of “police,” and “show yourselves” echo through the abandoned hall.

Fifteen minutes of running and one chain link fence climb later, you’re back at the car, cops nowhere in sight. You’re panting heavily as you throw off the parka and throw it into the backseat, and Changbin doesn’t look any better as he’s gulping water and fanning his face. Right as you’re about to climb in, he grabs your arm and spins you so you’re pressed between him and the car, holding your cheeks in his hands and grinning at you.

“God. Fuck. Wow. You’re unreal. I love you so much.”

You’re unable to do anything but nod. The two of you are still breathless and in that moment you realize that’s what your love was like. In the four years of you dating, your love never went stale, you never settled into a routine. You were always doing new things, like going on spur of the moment road trips or fucking around at playgrounds in the early hours of the morning. You never thought about the future, just did your best to enjoy your time in the present and bask in the glow of each other’s affection. You expected that after such a long time together you’d at least feel a little duller, but everything still feels as fresh and new as when you were teenagers and sneaking out to make out on park benches when no one was looking.

As you’re lost in thought, Changbin pulls you impossibly closer and presses his lips to yours, hard. Music is still playing from his phone as the kiss becomes more heated, and you make sure to add 1985 by Bowling for Soup to your “running from the cops” playlist later. Almost every memory you have with Changbin is attached to a song, and this one is no exception.

Changbin pulls away to wrench open the back seat door, guiding you to sit and kneeling on the dirty floor. He heaves the duffel bag on the seat next to you and you dig through it, searching for the joint you threw into it earlier. Once you’ve gotten to My Own Worst Enemy, you’ve lit it and Changbin has gotten your jeans halfway down your legs and your thighs over his shoulders.

Your boyfriend wastes no time in burying his face in your heat, licking hot stripes up and down and moaning loudly into your core. He pulls away to rest his head on your thigh and take a few puffs of the joint, and in that moment you remember your Polaroid exists and manage to snap a picture of him blowing out smoke, with your hand in his hair and his face squished between your legs.

Changbin pays it no mind and gets straight back to work, sucking on your clit and easing his tongue into your hole. Your grip on his hair tightens and you arch into his mouth, fucking yourself back on his tongue. Picking up on this, he hooks his arms under your thighs and pulls your towards him, close enough that you’re afraid he’s going to suffocate himself trying to pleasure you.

It’s hot and sticky and perfect, and the atmosphere combined with the weed and the fact that Seo fucking Changbin is eating you out is too much for you and you cum all over his tongue, which eagerly laps up your release, taking long, languid strokes to make sure he gets every drop. As you come down, Changbin is stroking your thighs and sucking hickeys into the soft flesh, and you register that Misery Business needs to be added to your “dirty car sex” playlist.

After basking in the yellow glow of the car’s overhead light and the thrilling afterglow of just having done something you shouldn’t have for a while, lazily finishing off the rest of your joint, the two of you get your things in order and begin the journey to Changbin’s apartment, speeding down the highway with the windows cracked the whole way. He carries you into the building like he always does, setting you down gently on the couch before heading off to the kitchen so you can make some blueberry muffins together. You do, and they’re terrible, so you heat up leftovers instead and watch reruns of old James Bond movies, cuddling on the couch. The night ends with Chasing Cars and you laying on Changbin’s chest, naked and sweaty and anticipating lots of aches in the morning, whispering tiny i love yous into each others’ skin and it’s perfect. But everything is always perfect with him. What else could you possibly expect?

please let me know if you guys enjoyed this!! feel free to send an ask, i always love receiving them🤌🏻🤌🏻

#stray kids imagines #changbin imagines #changbin x reader #stray kids fluff #stray kids smut #changbin fluff #changbin smut #stray kids x reader #skz imagines #skz fluff #skz smut #skz #stray kids #stray kids fanfic #skz x reader #changbin #can u guys tell i miss hanging out with my friends 😔

[icharchivist]

hello icha!! i finally got around to finishing the stranger haha,, by which i mean i just watched it today. was veryyyy excited for it as i really like the poster design for this one. anyways. this event starting w/ the sort of portrait format or whatever / that narration is like. god. threw me right back to autumn troupe. I kind of love that the storytelling format itself is so distinct for autumn! the moment I realized it was omi I started getting teary… like oh man oh man… omi…. And the connection with him taking photos! ahh!! now that I think about it… omi kind of seems a bit like early version tsumugi, huh? also I keep forgetting this man is a college student lol. suspension of disbelief I suppose. onto the play i think like. mankai should invest in a fainting courch for tsuzuru. i also went to watch the play and 1) im betting yuki had a hell of a time costume design wise like the vines on the body? such fun costuming wise and 2) the ethical implications of whatever this play has,,, fun fun. tsuzuru was clearly having some kind of thoughts. i love zeros design and am always up for a3 characters crossdressing bc 1) i think its fun and 2) the costume design. i also dearly wish this whole thing was animated bc I feel like it’d be o fun to see taichi act as zero. or at least I hope this event gets full voiced one day... moving on to the scene where omi adds soy sauce to the paella I know it’s just like haha homare funny so lets five him a lil bit but like everyone in autumn troupe making their comments on the paella and like homare just jumping in. homare autumn troupe besties. just thinking. also the way they just r like. no no no omi it’s fine if u made a mistake!! it’s ok! we like it (you) anyways <3 it’s got it’s own special taste. something something omi’s perfectly pleasant as he is now but even if he weren’t on his a-game and was dealing with all of the biker gang stuff they would love him just as hard. another thing that got me was omi telling banri that he’ll give him something sweet so juza will stop grinding his teeth in his sleep… guys… guys you’ll give him cavities…. mb omi is a college student after all lol.

anyways when i saw the actual costumes. appreciative of them, i like the lil circuit-esque detailing on banri’s outfit, and that sakyo and taichi (nine and zero) both share that like collar detail? its very symbolic and probably also literal but its a nice way to sort of signify their relation to each other visually! also sakyo just looks nice. seeing him without glasses is so great. whoever thought up the like two mole detail for him was doing gods work.

something that confused me was ryo mistaking juza for nachi for a split second? like. does juza… look similar to nachi? or was it just that ryo only heard juzas voice and made that mistake. if it’s appearance wise too. kumon nachi confirmed. I’m joking lol bc I feel like I would’ve heard at least something abt it in one of the like small conversation comments, plus that doesnt seem like itd fit summer troupes style and kumon is for sure the wrong age… but still.

i really like how for this event, the roles for taichi and omi were kinda reversed. and taichis just so like. idk. smiley. rly lifts ur spirits. its kind of nice how this event contrasts to that cg where taichi is crying on omi. I also think like. idk. considering the story of the stranger. wolf gives zero a sense of purpose and life and I think that zero helps wolf lose his apathy. it’s about “the stranger” and the ending makes him like… not a stranger, right? because he’s got a companion. in the same way, taichi brings omi out of his emotional isolation. the picture taking! also the stickers coming back… thats such a good setup! the found family of it all!!

when he was trying to work out zeros character as soon as taichi mentioned a sharp speaking style I KNEW it was Yuki… yuki would never be as honest as zero is though lol… to me i imagine she’s got a sort of juza internal monologue feel? anyways. the taichi yuki dynamic intrigues me. havent yet decided how I feel abt it but when I do… yes. sorry that I make literally no sense. I think it’s very obvious that yuki is my fav chara kind of? I’m just. hmmm it makes me think! I’ve been monologuing to myself abt the yuki and juza dynamic lately which, to my a3 knowledge so far, doesn’t exist, but its ok bc I’ll make it exist! uhhh anyways this event was very good i liked the pacing. i think it didnt drag too hard and it really properly honed in on just omi and taichi, which was quite nice. they really did a lot for just an event!

time to listen to the event song,,, ok so. ah. i rly enjoyed just for myself it was very much to my taste so. out of curiousity i was like ok lemme look up the composer / producer AND IT WAS YUYOYUPPE....... that guy is like!!!! one of my FAV producers ever!!!!!! i know him from like. his vocaloid days and god leia is still one of my fav songs to this day...! this knowledge gives me so much joy omg!!! like wow!! wowwww!!! like i knew yuyoyuppe was out there doing other stuff (i know he worked on a lot of babymetal music which is cool) but like idk. to suddenly encounter it like this. heheh.... its so nice! made me soooo happy. going to relisten to leia now haha

WAIT ONE MORE THING. i was like "haha let me look at other songs i remember liking a lot" which. for me was rakuen oasis and don't cry. anyways. rakuen oasis is ALSO by yuyoyuppe???? oh my god!!! oh my god... sigh. feel like im in heaven.

OH HI FRIEND!! so good to see you with an a3 update!! :D

godd yeah The Stranger started so strongly and the idea to still incorporate portraits in his story was really something to make us cry!

And linking Omi and Tsumugi like this is pretty interesting :O <hat is your reasoning exactly? :O

For the fainting couch for Tsuzuru LMAO and i'm letting you know there's a webcomics that addresses it in Act 2 (hough there's no spoilers aside from the fact Chikage is here)

Im glad you liked the costume and the play!!! yeah i love the designs and it is always a blast to see them this into it, and yeaaah Tsuzuru has thoughts huh. It'll get voiced sooner than later hopefully and there we'll see more in details :3c but also that's what made the seiyuu live so fun bc they perform the songs in play cosplay and replay a bit of the play everytime and it's *chief kiss*

HOMARE AUTUMN TROUPE SOLIDARITY YES. LOVING IT.

And yeah the scene itself was so cute TwT they all want to reassure Omi and be there for him it's so sweet :( but yeah i love how you say it all, Omiimi TwT

and dLKFJDFLKJFDFD Giving Juza cavities is the price to pay for sleep i guess??

yeah agreed on the costume they all look so cool! and nice catch on how those three seem linked like that with their costumes, Yuki (and the designers) does such a good job! and god yeah for Sakyo.. yeah. He has sucha good design dLKJFDF

aND DLKFJD yeah no Juza is supposed to look like Nachi physically, but mostly his face? like i think Nachi was had green hair? we see a sprite of him in a future story, and yeah, everything is in the eyebrows. so Kumon should be safe? Omi mentions he sees a lot of Nachi in Juza, and while it is mostly due to their passions i think, the fact they're also rough looking guy with a heart of gold must play a part as well. but yeah, he does look like Nachi a bit.

and i love your deeper analysis of the event yeah!!

I feel like Taichi is really an emotional core of the troupe in the sense that is, he tends to catch on what others are feelings easily. And he uses it in the early chapters to ease off the tensions and stuff, but he was being held back by knowing he was deceiving them. So now that he's more free, he can be more of himself. but yeah i also love the contrast with how Omi was the one to help Taichi through his breakdown and guilt, and now it's the other way around, it's Taichi helping him through it. and the parallelism between the play and their dynamic is spot on imo! well said!!

and god yeah the sticker things made me cry sO HARD, and the pictures! and everything!! sobs it's such a sweet found family i'm going to cry :(

And! i love what you say about Yuki, Taichi and Juza on this one. I love that Taichi keeps bringing it back to "that childhood friend" and it's always like. so obvious who it is for us rip. But it can make you wonder if Yuki was more honest as a kiddo when Taichi knew him, though now he's clearly not. I love the mention of how Zero is more like Juza's internal speech (which, if anything is another argument about why you should let Juza wear a dress, cOWARD)

but also your mention of the Yuki and Juza thing, while i can't think of them having a dynamic per se yet, but i actually wrote a post during my reread about how i was baffled at the fact they treated Muku the same way?? like both of them tried to push Muku away because they were scared of how people would react if they say pure, sweet Muku was associated to them. And i find it fascinating because i guess those two are pretty aware of how the world see them, and it used to stop them from fully allowing them to be themselves.

I also find it relevant with the fact Yuki says in his personal song that while all of this way people judge him weight on him, he rather be himself, and "I want to love myself". Meanwhile we have Juza who's also aware of the way people judge him and it weight on him, and he wants to change himself from this person he hates, this self loathing - and in a way, he can grow in a way to be "someone" he may not hate, even on stage. I feel like those two have quite a bit in common in this way of being rejected by their peers in some sort of way.

I really want them to share some stuff at some point because there's really a groundwork on it all :(

But i'm really glad you liked that event!! agreed on the pacing and i do love what it brings to the characters! it really fleshes them out and have them move forward a little and it's pretty sweet.

AND OMG THAT'S SO COOL FOR THE SONG!! i'm so glad you liked it, but that's incredible it turned out to be from one of your fav producer!!! ahah sometimes life is like that where you end up finding the stuff you loved back into new stuff! and the fact Rakuen Oasis was from him as well... that's so cool!!! just, so so cool!

im pretty sure he has more songs going forward so i hope you'll enjoy the ride even more!!

thank you once again for sharing your thoughts about a3 :3c it always makes me so happy to see them!!!

Thank youu <3 have a good day :3c

#ichareply #ichafantalks a3 #sonnets of beauty #long post for ts

[kimarchive]

“the girl can’t help it” | lil’ kim interview with mtv news

Kurt Loder: It's been four years. What have you been doing?

Lil' Kim: A lot of people have seen me on the covers of...

Loder: Every magazine.

Kim: Well, yeah. I was just handling my business. I had a lot of behind-the-scenes personal and business problems that I had to take care of in order to be comfortable today. After Biggie died, it was really, really hard for me. I had to take on responsibilities that I really didn't want to do.

Loder: You're signing checks now?

Kim: Yeah... and I'm accepting checks.

Loder: That's always good.

Kim: I want to be comfortable, because I love what I do. If it meant taking a lapse of two or three years, then that's something that I had to do. My record label and I were fighting -- I'm going to tell the truth -- we were fighting, and we're kind of getting it together now. We're trying to come to an agreement, but it's hard. They really don't know what I need as an artist, and I don't think they understood what kind of artist I am. Now I think they are understanding, but now they have to catch up.

Loder: What do you need as an artist?

Kim: Well, Puffy gave a quote-unquote: "Kim is a real artist." A lot of people didn't know that, and they didn't think that, because a lot of people thought Biggie wrote all of my lyrics and that Biggie [and] a whole bunch of men [were] responsible for my career. But, you know, I had a little to do with it.

Loder: On this record, we see you've written everything.

Kim: Yeah, exactly. [Biggie's] not here now, and I don't have a lot of [male] influences in my life right now. I have my family and a few people that came in the game with me. But me as an artist, I need to be accommodated, because I'm a very accommodating person. If you accommodate me, I'm going to accommodate you.

I believe strongly in my work and need time, because I put 100 percent in everything I write and everything I do. My modeling, my music, my acting, everything that I'm getting ready to get into, I put 100 percent into. I want whoever is going to back me with it to put 100 percent into it. And my record label, they just weren't doing that at that time.

I have my own record label, which is Queen Bee Records, and my first artist was Lil' Cease. His album didn't do very well on the strength that [Atlantic] just was giving me that label and letting me put Lil' Cease out. Just like saying, "Here. Here's a label. Here's Cease. Now let's focus on what we need to do." That's not what I wanted. If I could have just made my mark in letting people know that I really know how to produce and I know how to also write [and] be an artist, that would have made me feel much better.

Loder: Were you and Puffy going back and forward about the content of this record? Was he happy with the sound of it? It's been pushed back quite a bit.

Kim: Puffy and I. One thing I can say is, Puffy and I work very well together. [Rolls eyes] Over the past few years, Puffy has been going through his little... you know... personal...

Loder: He's busy.

Kim: Yeah. Very. Busy. [Laughs] It's been hard, because he's been so busy. That's something that I had to understand. He had to work out with his schedule, and also with me working on an album. I'm not on Bad Boy -- he's really just a consultant and friend of the family, and he also executive produced the album with me. We work very good together. We're like Tammi Terrell and Marvin Gaye, I would say... actually, sorry, that's me and Biggie. We're like Berry Gordy and Diana Ross. [Laughs]

Loder: What does Biggie's not being here mean? That you had to do so much more work? Did he take a lot off your shoulders when he was with us?

Kim: Yeah. Biggie was like my everything. I love Biggie from the bottom of my shoes to my heart, all the way up to my head, all the way out. Biggie was very good in what he did as an entertainer. He had an eye for everything. We picked my first pictures. He was at my video shoot. He kind of knew how he wanted the video shoot to go. He always had an idea of what kind of artist he wanted me to be. We always collaborated, though. That's the amazing thing with us, too: We kind of always agreed. If there was a look that I wanted to look like, he always agreed with it. If it was something he didn't agree with, he would be like, "Well, I think you should do this," or "I think you should do that," and I would go, "Hmm, maybe," and we'll work it out. He was a very important asset, plus he knew music very, very well.

Loder: Your album, of course, has been bootlegged. How annoying is that?

Kim: Very annoying. Oh my God.

Loder: When did you find out about it? Did somebody come running in and say, "Oh my God, I bought it on the street?"

Kim: Yeah. More than one person. This is when it really bothered me: I have a girlfriend who's away. She just graduated from college. She lives in North Carolina, and she called me up and was like, "I just bought your CD, and it isn't out," and I'm like, "What? What do you mean?" She described every song. There was about seven songs, and I'm like, "Oh, my goodness." That's when I knew it was real, because she was all the way out in North Carolina. Then I got a call three weeks later from a fan -- fans get my number [to] my house and cell phone, I don't know how -- but this fan just called me up and was like, "You know, Kim, I just wanna say I got your CD, and it's hot, and..." You know what I mean? I'm like, "Who are you, number one..."

Loder: "And where did you get my CD?"

Kim: "And you live where?" He's, like, in San Francisco, California. I'm like, "Oh, my goodness." I knew it was real then. So I made a few calls, and we got on top of the problem. Then it got even bigger. They were bootlegging and selling my album overseas. I had to send my troop over there and kinda pick up whatever was out there. One thing about bootlegging is once it's out there, it's out there. It's hard to get it back. What I did, though, was in honor of my fans. I went back in and I recorded eleven extra songs.

Loder: Whoa.

Kim: You could only imagine. We had only about three weeks to do it. Sometimes it takes me three days to write a song. It can take me three weeks to write a song. Sometimes I have writer's block. I want it to be perfect.

Loder: What do you think when your bootleg comes out? Do you start thinking, "Was it my sound guy?" Do you get paranoid?

Kim: With all this modern technology today, you don't know what it could be. When you're recording in ProTools, people, if they're on the Internet or their computer, they can download while you're recording. It's ridiculous. It hurts, because this is our livelihood. It's how we make our money. It's how we eat. This what we do -- this is what we want to do. It's hard, because these songs are dry. They're not mixed, they're not mastered.

Loder: What do you think about the Napster phenomenon, and Dr. Dre suing these people?

Kim: I'm all for him. Do your thing. I'm going to get behind you, Dre. Because it's ridiculous. It's really not fair. It's stealing. It's cheating. It's just not right. There has to be a way to handle it. What they do, anyway, is they take our stuff and they sell it and make money off of it, so we might as well get our money back from them.

Loder: Have you been working out a lot? You seem more muscular.

Kim: Well, yeah, I work out, but I'm trying to keep in shape. I kinda work out to keep my mind clear, I would say. It kind of relaxes me. I had to figure out a way I could feel relaxed, because I kind of felt I was uptight for a little while, with a lot of the things I've been going through and a lot of the mischief I have seen.

Loder: Is your personal life fine and balanced out now? You have a boyfriend or anything you can tell us about?

Kim: No. I can't say it's balanced out, but I can definitely say that I'm content on the road that I'm going to be balanced out and to be happy. There's a lot of things that make me unhappy, like when my record label makes me unhappy and they don't do what I want them to do, 'cause they have to understand that everything has to be perfect, especially when you haven't been seen in the past three years and people don't know, kinda. Especially with me.

I'm trying to change music and the way the direction of music is going. I like to do different stuff. My new single, "No Matter What They Say," is different, and that was my whole reason for doing it. I love it. It has a calypso flavor, which is kind of popular these days.

Loder: [What do you do] when you go in the studio?

Kim: One thing that I'm going to get more into on my next album is producing my own music. That was another reason that took my album a little long, too, was I tried to go back to all the original producers that I worked with on "Hard Core," [and] they weren't giving me what I wanted. The only way you can change music is if you know what you want as an artist. I knew what I wanted right off the bat.

I wanted music that everyone can listen to. I love rock music, I love R&B; music, I love rap music. I've been listening to music since I was a baby, so I know all kinds of music. I like to put it all together, you know what I mean? I used to love to go to the Dance Theater Of Harlem with my mom, so I know that kind of music.

Some of the producers that I worked with, they just didn't know what I want, so I worked with new producers this time, and I kind of told them what I wanted. I would get sounds in my head, I don't know where they would come from, and I would say, "I want something that goes like this," and I would hum it or sing it, and they would make it to be. That's what makes a good producer. That's what makes a good team.

Loder: Where do you get these little outfits? Are they hard to find?

Kim: Some of them are, because some of them come from overseas. I'm very fortunate to have designers who love me, and when they design their lines, they think of me. Oh, Donatella [Versace], she makes outfits for me. That's just my girl. I support her to the fullest. If I'm in Miami, I'll walk into the store and just buy something, just so I can have my normal Donatella Versace look if I don't have anything with me.

Loder: And keep food on her table.

Kim: Yeah. And then I have a stylist... she always picks out, like, really wonderful, cute little things that no one may have. We're basically off of the couture shows. We love couture clothes.

Loder: You know what's really interesting -- your mother is in your video [for "No Matter What They Say"]. How is your relationship?

Kim: That's my best friend. I love my mother. [We've had] a best-friend relationship since I can remember.

Loder: Not everybody can say that.

Kim: That's true. That's the one thing that I love. My mother is the best, and I'm living now so that she can live. I'm working so she can live. I want her to have the nicer things in life, and I want her to enjoy herself.

Loder: What have you bought for her? You got her a car or something like that?

Kim: Yeah, yeah, she has a Mercedes. She has her own allowance, and she can do whatever she wants to do. She takes trips when she wants, and I'm building her a house. She wants to move to the Poconos. I don't want her to move to the Poconos.

Loder:The Poconos?!

Kim: Yes! She wants a house out there so bad, I'm building it.

Loder: Where did this idea come from?

Kim: I don't know. I'm gonna ask her, "Mom, can you find somewhere where it's nice and warm all the way around?" But whatever she wants, she can have.

Loder: Are you still in contact with your dad?

Kim: I haven't spoken to my dad in years. On Father's Day, I really wanted to call him. I had no numbers on him. However, he did call my mom around Father's Day and left his number. Actually, he didn't leave his number, he just left where he would be staying. And, he was only there for a few days. So I don't know. I said to myself, "One day I'm going to call him."

Loder:You think that relationship might be repaired somehow down the road, maybe?

Kim: Yeah, definitely. I love my dad. Things happen in life. Everything isn't perfect. God understands that. I'm very spiritual, and one day I'm looking to be reunited with him, I'm sure. My father's a very good person. We're both the same sign, and that sometimes does not work.

Loder: What sign is that?

Kim: I'm a Cancer.

Loder: No.

Kim: Yeah. What's your sign?

Loder: [Laughs] Huh? What?

Kim: What's your sign?

Loder: Oh, don't ask me that. That's terrible. There are some mentions of Foxy Brown on the album. Do you get along, you two? Or not, I should say, probably...

Kim: Personally... um... ah... to mention her name would give her too much props.

Loder: Oh, okay. Do you think your lyrics have changed since the last album? That you've become a little less in-your-face?

Kim: Well, I don't think it's really changed. I think I've just made a change as far as in which way music is going. To me, I'm just doing something different, that's all. And I still have those hardcore songs [where] the lyrics are very explicit and just right in your face. I had to do that for my fans. Not only that, but I love doing those kinds of songs.

This time around, I think I wanted to experiment more on a creative side. I did a song with a little girl. At the time that I did it, almost two years ago, I didn't really hear or see too many people putting out little kids and stuff like that. But now I have this creative side.

This album to me is more creative and more versatile than my last album. I think that's what people have been looking for. My whole image, to me, the reason why I came out with "Hard Core," the sexy thing, was to make me different from every other female rapper that was out. That's exactly what I'm trying to do now, is make myself different, because now we have a lot of rappers doing the same thing that I did when I came out the first time. What I'm trying to do is separate myself again from the rappers that are out now.

Loder: You'll be wearing stuff buttoned up to the neck and down to the floor soon.

Kim: No, I don't think I'm gonna cover up any time soon.

#lil' kim #Lil Kim #2000 #mtv news #interview

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자기 - Jagi

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          Yup, today’s gonna be the day, you thought as you yawned and stretched sleepily. You were a bit nervous but you were sure that you wanted this. Yup, definitely ready, you repeated just one more time hoping to calm your gradually rising nerves. First things first, you had to shower. Hopping out of bed, you instinctively found yourself drawn towards the full length mirror right next to your bathroom door. Taking a deep breath, you stared at your reflection as you so often did, hoping that something might change, but sadly, you looked just the same as you did the day before. 

          Taking a step back, you took your time to stare at yourself. In your mind’s eye your body did no justice to your age or intellect; your chest wasn’t as full and supple as the other women around you, and your frame was smaller and less curvaceous than that of the other individuals your age, the only body parts that you thought even remotely showed your womanhood were your legs and your behind and you tried to wear clothes that would show them off or else you would look like a middle-schooler, and even some of those looked older than you. 

          The fact that you were so shy and your lack of life experiences accented your already youthful looks, which made many instinctively see you as one who needed to be protected and loved. Although you did not mind it at times, you do wish that people would take you more seriously sometimes. Letting out a frustrated sigh, you took one more look at yourself, clad in your favourite Hello Kitty sweater (which was your favourite because it was so soft and warm and gave you sweater paws), baby pink panties and Hello Kitty socks, you thought at least I look cute, but cute wasn’t enough to satisfy a man, especially not a man like Kihyun, he deserves a real woman.

           These thoughts ran through your head as you prepared for the day ahead of you, and you made a special effort to groom yourself, making sure that your skin was as soft and supple as it smelled sweet. Finally finishing your warm shower and grooming process, you stood in front of the bathroom mirror with your towel wrapped around your wet body and started to dry your hair all the while thinking I wonder what he sees in me?

          Don’t be mistaken, you knew that you were beautiful, and that you were cute, but Kihyun always described you as sexy in addition to those two, a word that you never thought would describe you. He wasn’t the first one either; your two previous partners had also called you sexy, but not nearly as much as Kihyun did. Kihyun seemed to worship your body as if you were the Goddess of beauty and sensuality herself, but weirdly enough never did more than kiss you on the forehead, which confused you. On the one hand, he kept telling you how sexy you were and how beautiful your body was, but on the other hand, he never seemed to want you in that way; not that you didn’t appreciate him choosing to wait for when you were ready, but he never so much as kissed you, not like the characters in the books you read kissed someone they were attracted to.

          Having dried and styled your hair, you went to your room, sat on the bead and started to think back on your experiences of that kind, already feeling your face heating up from just thinking about those types of lewd things. You had only had three sensual experiences; one with Jae and two with Hwan, and while your experience with Jae almost made you swear to celibacy, Hwan was a better experience. 

                                                     * * * * *

          Jae was your first love, and your first heartbreak. You two had started dating in high school, and you gave him your heart and soul; all you asked was that he’d wait for your body, and he promised that he would, and for a bit, everything was perfect. You two were inseparable. He’d take you to the library to study three times per week and would take you to go get ice cream after every big exam regardless of your grades, and you were at all his games. Things were fine until about a year into the relationship. It started as light teasing that had hints of perverted thoughts but it eventually grew into him openly pressuring you to give him your innocence. He even cheated on you, and when you’d confronted him after ignoring his calls and messages, instead of apologizing like you thought he was contacting you to do, he’d blame his actions on you not wanting to give in to him, and like the love sick idiot you were, you eventually gave in, expecting that it would fix things. 

          If only you knew. Instead of fixing things, it made it worse. Actually doing it was an uncomfortable and short process. Jae didn’t seem to care much about making you feel good and it only lasted about 5 minutes. You felt good for a short time when he touched your chest, but he didn’t do it for long because according to him you “didn’t have enough to play with anyway and he just wanted to make you wet”, whatever that meant... The only good thing about it was that his member was not nearly as big as you had read in the books. Then he broke up with you the next day, and you went through the process of hurting and moving on for a year, then took another year long break from dating.

          Then you met Hwan. Hwan was nicer than Jae, both in terms of physical beauty and character. He was more gentle and understanding, and he didn’t even bring up these perverted topics around you until a year and a half into your relationship. Even then, he was in no rush to  make you his in that kind of way. Even though you were happy at first, you grew more insecure that you would lose him too if you didn’t satisfy him like that, so after two years, you made the decision. You came home early from work one day and made a delicious dinner, groomed yourself, put on some sensual music and even bought lingerie which you had on waiting for him to come home. According to most of the books you read, that would be sure to work. 

          When he walked through the door he immediately commented on how good the food smelled and was about to say something else but stopped mid sentence when he saw you. He was surprised at first but then, instead of happiness, you saw concern in his eyes and immediately felt that  familiar pang of regret weighing heavy on your chest. He didn’t want you, you were too forward and had possibly messed up a great relationship. You hung your head in shame and began to apologize but you were suddenly cut off by Hwan’s tender kiss on your forehead. He apologized for making you feel bad and then explained that he was just shocked and that you looked so beautiful, so different, that he was at a loss for words and knowing about your past encounter he knew how hard dressing up for him must have been for you all the while peppering your face and cheeks with soft kisses until he heard you giggling softly. Once that was cleared up, he actually told you to keep the outfit, that you looked gorgeous in it and that if you’re still up for it he can make you feel good later. You agreed and the two of you sat down to have dinner and you noticed that Hwan could barely keep his eyes off you long enough to eat.

          After the two of you had finished cleaning up, you made your way to the bedroom where Hwan was still an absolute gentleman. He closed the door behind the two of you and locked it even though you were all alone and he started to kiss you gently. It felt good and you eventually started to relax slightly. He ran his hands along the length of your arms and it tickled slightly, which made you giggle yet again and you heard Hwan’s deep chuckle as the kiss was finally broken. You looked up at Hwan and immediately felt your face heat up. His usually honey brown eyes were so darkened that they were now a deep hazel. He held your chin softly between his thumb and index fingers and tilted your head upwards so that you could look into his beautiful eyes and asked if you were sure you wanted this, to which your response was an almost inaudible but firm “yes.” 

          He seemed satisfied with your answer and carried you to the bed then began to kiss you again, so lovingly and gently that it was almost as if he were afraid that he would break you. Feeling brave in that moment, you lifted your hand and ran it up the length of his back and into his soft curly hair and then back down to his hips, hoping that you were doing the right thing, and it seemed to work because as Hwan wrapped your legs around his waist and you could feel his hardened member which seemed to be noticeably bigger than Jae’s and that worried you for a bit as you didn’t know if it would fit. However, as Hwan began to gyrate his hips, his member began to rub against your barely concealing lace covered core and it began to feel good, even better than you felt when Jae was touching your chest and you became embarrassed that you would have such a thought. 

          You hid your face to hide your blush but Hwan took your hands away and placed them at your sides because he wanted to see your face. He then started to travel down with his kisses and you found yourself making a very lewd sound when he got to the crook of your neck, making you go even redder with embarrassment; how could you make such a noise? Hwan didn’t seem to mind though, he just kept going lower till he got to your mounds, and unlike Jae, took his time playing with them, which much to your embarrassment made even more lewd noises come out of your mouth. 

          Thankfully, he hadn’t seemed to notice and just continued to make his way down to your waistband, then made his way back up and started to move his hips again making a strange knot like sensation form in the pit of your stomach. He then slowly slid your panties to the side and slipped a long slender finger into your core, then another which made you feel full down there but you adjusted almost immediately and found your body moving along his fingers until he stopped and, yet again, you found yourself blushing at your own dirty thoughts as you wished that he hadn’t stopped when he did. 

          They were quickly replaced with his member though, which was then confirmed to be much bigger than Jae’s as he very abruptly thrust the entire thing in you, making you scream loudly. For some reason this time hurt more than the first and you no longer felt that knot like feeling in your stomach, but Hwan told you that it would stop hurting eventually and feel really good. The pain eventually lessened but it didn’t feel as good as Hwan had described and he stopped playing with the rest of you body once he was inside you. You were less embarrassed now that you weren’t making these lewd noises, but you couldn’t really move as Hwan had pinned your body beneath his so you just laid there whiled he moved with quick and shallow movements then slow and deep and then back to quick and shallow. 

          Every time he moved slowly, you’d feel the strange feeling in your stomach returning again but not as strong as before and it would only be for a short time before is movements sped up again. You didn’t know how long it had been but you were beginning to get sore down there and hoped that he was close. Hoping to bring him there closer you started to bring your hips to meet his and much to your delight, the feeling started to come back so you decided to keep moving that way, but, just as it got really strong Hwan suddenly stilled and removed himself from you before spurting a warm gooey liquid all over your stomach. He kissed you then went to the bathroom and returned with a cloth which he used to clean you up, then went to bed. 

          You stayed up for a bit after that wondering if that’s how these kinds of activities would always go, then went to shower and go to bed. The second time that the two of you made love was pretty much similar to the first time and by then you’d made up your mind that that was what these things were like in real life, but somewhere at the back of your mind hoped that it would be as exciting as what you read in the novels. Not long after that Hwan got a job that had required him to move to another country and although you two broke up the day he left you still remained good friends.

                                                      * * * * *

          Shaking your head to snap yourself back to the present day reality, you hang your towel up to dry and put on a matching pair of black and red lacy underwear. You put on a thigh length black dress and a pair of red platform heels then some light make up and called Kihyun to let him know that you were leaving home. You locked up and made your way to your car while you munched on your favourite sandwich. 

          On your way to Kihyun’s house, your mind was split between driving carefully and your plan. Kihyun had been your boyfriend for three years now and had loved you more than Hwan had ever did, which was saying a lot. You saw nothing but love and adoration in his eyes when he looked at you, you heard nothing but love in his voice when he spoke to you and you felt nothing but love when he would hold your hand or hug you, and those three things added to the fact that Kihyun refused to do anything sexual with you, despite being visibly turned on by your presence proved how much he loved you. He knew your past experiences and like Hwan promised to not make you do anything that you weren’t ready for and you loved him even more for that. 

          You were nervous because you didn’t know how he’d react or if things would even go that far, and another part of you was hoping and praying that even if it wasn’t like the books that it would make you feel that strange yet pleasurable feeling again, even if it was only for a second. When you got the familiar traffic light about five minutes away from Kihyun’s house, you checked yourself in the mirror and went over the plan one last time. 

          You were spending the afternoon together having a movie marathon and you would sleep over at his house tonight. You hadn’t bothered bringing clothes because you had enough over at his place and you preferred to wear and sleep in his t-shirts anyway. Getting to his house, you called him so that he could come open up and parked your car next to his before making your way to the front door.

          Just as you were about to call him again the door flew open and you heard him basically scream, “Jagi! I missed you sooo much never leave me alone for this long ever again.” as you were embraced in a tight bear hug. You laughed and reminded him that he is the one who has to travel for work but he shushed you, picked your much smaller frame up easily and placed you on his hip like you would a child before closing the door and walking over to the couch which was already prepared with two blankets and snacks on the centre table before it. You got excited when you saw all your favourite snacks and started clapping which made Kihyun smile brightly. Just as the two of you got to the couch he decided to be a big meanie and drop you onto it before walking to the kitchen while stating through giggles that he forgot the drinks. 

          You were surprised but still laughed as you lay on the soft yet familiar cushions and picked out the least manly movie that you could as revenge for being dropped. You opened a packet of snacks while you waited for him to return, to which you were rewarded with a huff and a very pouty Kihyun when he got to the couch and realized what the two of you would be watching first. He sat down and took the remote from you after placing the drinks down, then promised that he’d pick all the movies from now on and that you wouldn’t be allowed to have the remote until the next time you’re over. The movie started and the two of you got into your favourite cuddling position; you between his legs resting your head against his chest while he wrapped his arms around you and held you close. But despite the comfortable position you couldn’t focus on the movie very well as you were getting nervous about the plan. 

           You remembered that one of the main characters from one of the books that you had read would purposely rub their body against their partners slightly in an effort to tease them so you decided to try it and every so often would wiggle your hips slightly against Kihyun until eventually-

“J-jagi. Are you okay? You seem restless.”

          You giggled at his question but felt your cheeks heat up slightly before you said that you were just a bit uncomfortable but that you’re okay now and he seemed to let it go. You continued to “watch” the movie but still continued with your plan, just waiting longer before you wiggled this time. You were about to just forget it when you felt Kihyun adjust himself from behind you, and you felt something that wasn’t there before rub against your back and your cheeks flushed red again. It worked. You decided to keep doing that and at one point Kihyun cleared his throat and you tilted your head to look at him before regretting it. 

          He looked down at you with darkened hooded eyes in a similar way to when Hwan looked at you that night, but it had another emotion behind it. Was that fear? Nervousness? Why did he look nervous? Did he not want you? The questions seemed to show on your face because you felt the vibrations of his voice from his chest against your back but you didn't hear it at first, then as you zoned back in you heard concern in his voice.

“Jagi. Are you okay? Is something wrong?”

          You shook your head and kissed his cheek before resting your head against the crook of his neck and you noticed that he tensed slightly. You asked if he was alright and noticed his face flushing slightly before he cleared his throat and practically stuttered that you could put a pillow behind you to make yourself more comfortable. Strange, Kihyun has never stumbled over his speech in the time that you knew him. You declined and purposefully wiggled a little while matter-of-factly stating that he was more comfortable than a pillow and pretended to get back to the movie.

            Not knowing what else to do, you held Kihyun’s hands and slowly edged them from their position on your tummy to your thighs and you felt him tense up yet again, time this time seemingly hesitating to keep his hands on your thighs. You couldn’t help the sigh that escaped you, even though you immediately went red and hoped that he hadn’t noticed you or else you would be outed and didn’t want to have to face the embarrassment of explaining yourself. He eventually relaxed his hands but you could feel the rest of him tensing up behind you, especially his now very erect member and again your face flushed. You tried hard not to show that you realized just in case it was making him uncomfortable. 

          Suddenly Kihyun sat upright and suggested that you lay on him in a different way since you were uncomfortable and you felt your heart drop. You were confused. You felt his reaction, but he was pushing you away. Did he want you? Well he obviously did because he’s reacting down there. Weren’t you pretty enough for him to touch like that? Did he think that you were too innocent? Was he disgusted with your effect on him and was pushing you away as a result? You were taken from your thoughts again by Kihyun’s deep soothing voice.

“Shit, Jagi. Don’t- don’t cry. What’s wrong? Why are you upset?”

When had you started crying? You wiped your tears and Kihyun lifted you onto his thighs, turned you to face him and gave you soft kisses along your jawline, forehead and nose until you smiled. Then he looked deep into your eyes and with a look saturated with love, sincerity and concern asked you to tell him what’s wrong.

              Kihyun's POV

          It was almost inaudible, but I heard her and my heart shattered at how innocent and confused she sounded.

“You d-don’t want me."

          At that moment I wanted to tell her that she must be crazy. If only my Y/N knew how badly she affected me. Every innocent smile and the way her eyes sparkle when she’s happy give me hope each day when I wake up. The way the curves on her body move when she walks makes all the blood  immediately rush to my dick and all I can think about is taking her right where we are. The way her voice falls on my ears like the sweetest melody and how small and precious she is drives me crazy. If only she knew just how badly I wanted to hear her screaming my name in that same sweet voice that whispers “Kihkih” ever so fondly when I’m being mischievous. My mind is always filled with either my love and adoration for my Jagi or the most impure desires involving her and it sometimes gets to the point where I’m moaning her name loudly into the night while I come undone into my hand, wishing that it was replaced with hers. 

          But she is so pure. She gets so shy when I kiss her, even though it’s only on her forehead, and she turns pink when I hold her hand in public. She hasn’t even had the pleasure of having an orgasm as yet. I should feel guilty for wanting to corrupt her, to show her real pleasure and have her coming undone all over my cock until she’s too weak from exhaustion to move and I have to put her to bed. How can I look my angel in the eyes and express such sinful thoughts to her without having her implode into a flushed and flustered ball. I sigh and kiss her forehead, then her lips softly, afraid that I would lose all control of myself if I kiss her soft, luscious lips for too long, my pants suddenly becoming much tighter than they already were at the thought of Y/N wrapping those warm lips around my cock. 

“Kihkih,”

“Kihyun,”

“Kihyun...... Oppa,”

             Y/N’s POV

          You heard a sound that you’ve never heard him make before. It was almost like a groan, or a growl. Was he mad that you called him Oppa? Were you out of line? Was he not your Oppa?

“Shit. Jagi. Please.”

          His voice. It was different. It sounded different; deeper, huskier even. It made your face flush red, and you began to feel that strange feeling again, but he hadn’t even touched you yet. How could this be? Kihyun suddenly moved his hips beneath you and it rubbed against your most sensitive parts, making you gasp and blush deeply. You hid your face in your hands not wanting Kihyun to see your shameful reactions but he held your hands and brought them back down to your thighs which were even more sensitive now for some strange reason. Wait was your entire body also this sensitive or just your thighs and um, other parts? You shook the impure thoughts that came with the question because you knew that it would only make you more embarrassed and focused your attention on Kihyun again, he seemed to be in distress. 

“Are you okay Kihkih...?” 

          Silence.

“Jagi. You’re doing very bad things to me and, if I act on any of those, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself.”

            The bluntness of his statement made you blush even more and you looked down. 

“Look at me.” 

          You tried but your embarrassment didn’t let you. 

“I will not ask again.” 

          Your head snapped to meet his gaze, once again dark, but this time filled with love and a hint of something that you couldn’t quite put you finger on, but gave you chills. 

“Are you making my dick this hard on purpose?” 

          Your face got impossibly hotter and you were sure that you were as red as a tomato right now. Why does he have to be so lewd? 

“Y-yes Oppa.” you stuttered softly.

“Why?”

“I-I want you.” 

          Kihyun looked shocked for a second then quickly regained his composure. Then you saw him smirk.

“Do you want me to fuck you?”

          You were shocked.

“H-how could you be so lewd?” you asked, genuinely amazed, but Kihyun just chuckled softly. 

“Don’t worry love, you’ll get used to it. Now answer my question.”

          You were so stunned by Kihyun’s forwardness that you couldn’t say anything, so you just nodded, but that wasn’t a good enough answer.

“Are you sure Jagi?”

“Yes.”

“Then say it. Ask me to fuck you and I promise to make you feel so good that you’ll be begging me to stop.”

          You were shocked by his words but even more surprised by the way your core seemed to throb at the thought of saying those things and the whimper that escaped your lips. Did you actually enjoy being told these dirty words? You must have taken too long to respond because you felt Kihyun’s hips start to move from underneath you and you felt that strange but pleasurable feeling in the pit of your stomach getting stronger as well as a need deep within your core. It was like something had awakened with your body, something that ached for Kihyun to quell the suddenly burning desire within you. You wondered if this was what pleasure felt like and the feeling of his hardness beneath you rubbing against your heat made you moan softly, the unfamiliar sound resonating throughout the room. 

“Please.”

          Your voice sounded so husky and breathless, you almost couldn’t believe that it came from you.

“Please Kihkih,”

“Please what baby? Tell me what you want.”

          You looked into Kihyun’s now much darker hooded eyes and bit your lip nervously.

“Make me feel good.”

          Kihyun smirked. “With pleasure.”

          Kihyun kissed you and the way his soft lips moved against yours was perfection. The way they seemed to move so effortlessly synced with yours made you want to feel them on other parts of you and the sudden lewd thought made you whimper into the kiss. You wanted more. You parted your lips slightly and that seemed to be the invitation that Kihyun was looking for because his tongue darted out to met yours. The way that his tongue seemed to caress yours so effortlessly made you wonder what they felt like in other places. Kihyun started to undo your dress and pulled it off your shoulders without so much as breaking the kiss, but pulled back once his hands grazed the fabric of your bra. He pulled back a bit, took one look at you barely covered mounds and let out a moan so deep that you could almost feel the vibrations before kissing you one more time. 

          His hands then began to explore your body, leaving a trail of burning desire wherever they touched. One hand found its way to your hair while the other caressed your face softly, before they both made their way down your neck, then to your shoulders, then slowly down your arms to your thighs, back up to your covered core and back up the curves of your body, before stopping to undo your bra. His lips were so soft that you couldn’t help but take his bottom lip between your teeth and bite down softly before sucking it into your mouth, eliciting another sinfully sweet, deep moan from him. Leaning back on the couch, Kihyun took both your hands in his and guided them down your sides then back up to your now exposed mounds. They were just as on fire as your thighs and core and your hands started to move on their own; rubbing and squeezing them gently, then a little harder. It felt so good that you couldn’t stop the noises that came out, making you immediately get shy and place a hand over your mouth but Kihyun stopped you. 

“Don’t hide your pretty moans from me, let me hear how good I make you feel.”

          Why does he keep saying such vulgar things?! You must have said that out loud because he chuckled softly before telling you that you will be saying much worse things by the end of today. Nevertheless you continued to touch yourself and it kept on feeling better and better, the feeling in your stomach becoming more intense. You felt Kihyun’s bigger hands grab yours and move your thumb and index to the erect buds at the end of your mounds and squeeze pinch them with your fingers. There was a sudden overwhelming jolt of pleasure all over your body then right down to your core and you could feel the sensation, almost like a knot in your stomach tightening but yet growing stronger, like you were about to explode with some unknown feeling. But for some reason your body wanted more of that feeling and to your surprise your hips started moving on their own, needing to feel some sort of movement at your core to ease the heat that had formed there. You started to hear more lewd noise, but they weren’t  coming from Kihyun, much to your surprised embarrassment, they were coming from you, and Kihyun looked proud.

“Does it feel good Jagi?”

“Yes. I-it feels good, really good.” you replied between gasps and whimpers. Suddenly you felt another sudden surge of that building feeling and moaned loudly then immediately turned red and, in your desperation to get relief from this build-up, asked Kihyun to explain what was happening, to which he replied;

“You’re going to cum, don’t fight it Jagi.” and in the moment all common sense had gone and you were confused.

“Come where?” you asked, “Where are we going?”

          Kihyun chuckled before explaining that it meant that you were going to orgasm and you were embarrassed that you didn’t figure it out, yet nervous, but nevertheless excited to know what that felt like finally. The feeling started to become overwhelming and you told Kihyun that you had changed your mind because the sensations became too strong to bear but he just kissed you while continuing to sync his movements with yours. This, added to the pleasure of your mounds being massaged softly while you pinched and pull your swollen buds pushed you over whatever edge that you were climbing to. It was as if your entire body was suddenly submerged in overwhelming sensations of pleasure so strong that you shook and screamed Kihyun’s name in hopes that he’d rescue your body from the onslaught of sensations. But he just watched you peak, with a look in his eyes which seemed to say that you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

          You felt your body coming down from the high only to realize that much to your embarrassment you had wet yourself, but there was no pungent urine scent. Kihyun followed your line of vision and he explained that what you thought was pee was actually your orgasmic juices and you flushed red again at the embarrassment of the mess that you had made. You moved slightly as Kihyun took off your dress completely and immediately realized that your body was now more sensitive than it was before, as the feeling of the soft fabric against your bare thigh made your core clench deliciously and you let out a soft whimper. Kihyun must have noticed because you heard his deep chuckle right as he laid you on your back, took your panty off and spread your legs wide, exposing your now soaked, naked and very sensitive core and you flushed red again. 

          You looked into his eyes as he lowered himself to his knees, pulled you to the edge of the couch, then lowered his face to the apex of your thighs. You felt his warm wet tongue dip into your honey pot before swiping up along your folds and up to your most sensitive bundle of nerves, making you cry out at the near unbearable pleasure. You tried to push him away from your overly sensitive core but he just held your hips still and did something that had you moaning his name loudly over and over as wave after wave of pleasure hit you stronger than it did before. Kihyun’s lips and tongue were expertly exploring your core when he suddenly hit a spot that made you scream again, much to your embarrassment, but he didn’t stop moving his hand from that sensitive spot. You felt the familiar feeling again, but closer this time and stronger. However, just before you could cross that threshold into pure bliss once again he stopped all movement. He leaned back to sit on his legs which were now folded beneath him and looked you dead in the eyes and simply said “beg.” You were about to protest before the lack of contact hit you and you were left with a longing and emptiness that you hadn’t felt before and before you could stop yourself,

“Please.”

“Please who?”

“Please Oppa, make me feel good again.”

         Kihyun smirked and just as you were about to smack him with your leg he took his soft plump bottom lip between his teeth and you felt your core throb again.

“But Jagi, I just made you feel good didn’t I?”

          You started to get desperate, and Kihyun knew it. He knew how close you were and how needy your body would be right now for any form of contact and he reveled in the sight of you whining and writhing before him. Quite frankly, he didn’t know how he was currently stopping himself from burying himself as deep as he possibly could within you. He was already intoxicated by the alluring scent of your essence and you tasted sweeter than anything he had ever had, and the way his name rolled off your tongue drove him mad. Kihyun wanted to fuck you until you were fully his; until the only words that left your mouth were your cries for more, until his name fell off your tongue like a prayer and until you had climaxed so many times that you were an incoherent blissed out but yet insatiable mess. Then he wanted to make love to you even into the morning, his now very stiff member throbbing at the thoughts of your screams and their transition into sleepy moans. 

          He brought himself back to the present only to be rewarded with your beautiful voice pleading with him to please you, but he wanted more. Kihyun wanted to hear you put into words the thoughts that were now corrupting your mind. He wanted to hear his innocent angel vocalize the thoughts that so often made her blush deeply whenever she noticed how hard he got for her.

“Nuh uh. You have to ask properly Jagi.” he saw you blush, a sight more beautiful than any sunset he had ever seen.

“Please Kihyun Oppa.”

“Please what baby?”

             You whimpered then looked up at him, soft innocent eyes now heavy with lust.

“P-please. Fuck me Kihyun Oppa.”

“As you wish baby.” he smirked before slowly sliding one thick digit deep within your pool of wetness, pulling it out then adding another before sliding them back inside of you with a slight twisting motion. 

            Your hips, seeming to move on their own accord rose to meet his hand as he slowly pumped his fingers in and out of you, forming the most delectable noises as your wetness began to drip down his fingers and onto his hand. You moaned, loving how his fingers looked covered in your slick wetness then let out another breathy moan when his fingers brushed a spot within you which sent a jolt of pleasure to your core. You reaction did not escape Kihyun though, and he quickly rediscovered that spot and began his gentle assault, sending wave after wave of pleasure resonating through your body each time his finger tips grazed past. It wasn’t long before you came undone a second time, this time the explosion of bliss so strong that you felt the rush of warmth push Kihyun’s fingers out of you. Yet again you screamed out the name of the man who made you feel things that you’d never before experienced in your life as your body reveled in this newfound pleasure, then collapsed from exhaustion as you came down from the high of your orgasm but remained in a sort of blissed out mellowness.             You felt yourself start to drift off before you felt the couch dip on either sides of you and your nostrils were suddenly filled with Kihyun’s intoxicating cologne. Kihyun leaned down and gave you a peck on the lips then continued to kiss his way up to your ear and you felt his warm breath tickle slightly as he whispered,

“I’m not finished with you yet.”

            You whined weakly in protest but the moment Kihyun’s soft supple lips touched yours it was like a fire was reignited within you. You were no longer tired but much to your amazement wanted Kihyun even more now than you did when you walked in. Your hands found their way to his hair as your tongues danced as seamlessly as your interlocked lips. More. You wanted more, no you needed it. You never wanted this to end. Kihyun seemed to have read your mind because at that moment you felt his tip rubbing against your entrance. You mentally prepared yourself for the inevitable painful intrusion as Kihyun seemed to be bigger than both of your past lovers but were astonished when, despite being stretched out by the thick head you felt an insignificant amount of pain which in fact seemed to heighten the pleasure. 

            You moaned loudly as your heat pulsed impatiently around him and you heard Kihyun swear under his breath. He slid out and started to slide in but stopped at just the tip yet again. You whined impatiently making him laugh softly. He continued to tease you like that and although you discovered that you loved watching Kihyun’s thick tip disappear within your folds then reappear covered in your wetness, you needed to feel him buried inside you. So, struck by a sudden surge of lust-fueled bravery, you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled his hips down to meet yours as hard as you could. The sudden intrusion made you scream at how good it felt and how full you were, and Kihyun let out a loud deep groan, fighting the sudden leap closer to his own ecstasy.

“Ahh! Shit! Jagi. Don’t- don’t do that unless you want to be broken.” Kihyun growled between clenched teeth and you felt chills run down your spine in all the right ways.

“I’m s-sorry Oppa. I wanted- needed. More. P-please. You can move.” Kihyun’s erection throbbed within you.

“Jagi. If you keep begging like that, I won’t be able to stop myself.”

“I don’t care, use me.” That was all Kihyun needed to hear.

            Kihyun kissed you with such need and desperation that you would think that he was breathing in precious oxygen after he had been submerged underwater. His hands snaked up your body and one hand stopped to caress your mounds while the other found your hands and pinned them above your head. You felt his thick girth slide out of you then suddenly plunge deeper within you than when you had pulled him close and you saw stars as he slowly slid back out. He thrust deep within you yet again and this time you cried out in pleasure. Kihyun continued at that pace and you continued to scream every time he plunged into you because he seemed to hit that sweet spot over and over until he pushed you over that edge of ecstasy yet again and this time you swore loudly as you came undone around him, but he didn’t stop. Your body immediately tried to escape the torture but Kihyun just held you down by your hands and put your legs back around his waist and although you started to feel a little sore down there, it felt too good to stop. He stilled.

“Y/N. You know I love you right?”

“Yes Kihkih. I love you too.”

“Okay. Remember that.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m going to do exactly what you asked, and use you.” and with that Kihyun stood you up and used your panty to tie your hands behind your back. 

            He bent you over the arm of the couch before sliding himself into you until his hip was pressed against your backside and ruthlessly slamming into you, over and over again, grinding himself further into you with each thrust before pulling out and repeating his assault on your body, forcing a series of screams whimpers and moans out of you as you were forced to cum over and over without end, each orgasm more powerful than the last. Just as you thought that you would pass out, Kihyun’s pace became impossibly quicker, but his movements became sloppier and even though you had almost lost your voice, you could now barely stand and you were now an overly sensitive drooling incoherent mess, you could feel your body climbing that familiar peak and begged him to let you rest. 

            You thought that you’d finally get a break when he stopped and pulled out of you, but instead of untying you, he led you to the couch, laid you down on your back, spread your legs and lifted them up to your chest and slid back within the warmth of you folds while holding your legs down to keep you from running and kissed you. He started to move as fiercely as he did before and you became overwhelmed. The angle, his movements, how deep his thick cock was reaching within you and the sounds of your wetness coupled with Kihyun’s deep grunts and groans very quickly brought you to your peak. Kihyun, who by this time had become well acquainted with the signs of your orgasm moaned “hold it” through gritted teeth while he continued to drive you long past insanity with his movements. You tried your hardest but the task was becoming increasingly difficult and you became an incoherent mess, only able to chant Kihyun’s name and swear as your body begged you for the sweet release that you were presently denying it.

            Kihyun, noticing your distress caressed your face gently and urged you to look at him. Then looking lovingly into your eyes, whispered in a strained, husky voice, “You’re doing so well baby. Just a little longer.” then groaned loudly and you almost came undone right then and there.

            By this time, your mind had long faded away and all you could think and say was “Fuck!”, trying your hardest to be obedient. Just as you were about to give in to your body a strong hand was snaked into your hair before Kihyun made a fist, and pulled your head up to look at him then growled “Cum for me baby.” and thrust himself deep within you over and over as you came so hard that you felt the warmth of your orgasm overflow from within your core and all over Kihyun’s member and thighs. His name erupted from your lips first as a scream then a chant as he fucked you through your orgasm, the overstimulation forcing you to keep coming undone until with one final yet powerful thrust Kihyun moaned your name loudly as he came undone within you; flooding you with his warm seed as he showered you with praises and words of adoration before collapsing atop you, just as exhausted as you were. He let go of your legs and flipped the two of you over without breaking the connection that you two shared and kissed you softly while you got comfortable atop him and you both started slipping into the comforting embrace of slumber, your last waking thoughts and words being, 

“Thank you. I don’t regret doing this.” and his being,

“Don’t thank me yet, that was only round one.”

#monsta x #kihyun #yoo kihyun #smut #fluff #angst if you squint #fiction #fanfiction #fan fiction #kpop #female reader #Admin Mochi

[rkpjy]

⭐️MGA 5 EPISODE 2 ↪ singing an acoustic version of birthday by rad museum  ( 00:21 - 00:59 // 02:20 - 02:39 ) skill performance outfit (minus cap), hair

tw: depressive thoughts, mention of suicide

The day I was born Nobody knows The day I was born Nobody knows my birthday I feel so blue

in that moment, jinyoung feels alone. he's surrounded by a hundred other contestants, judges, staff members, but the room could be empty and it wouldn't feel any different. as much as he tries to fit in, to get a sense of belonging, to interact with people, nothing seems to work out. he's just another head in the crowd, just another singer that no one paid attention to. just another soul that won't be remembered.

he feels nothing as so jisub prepares to announce the results. this hole inside him keeps growing and no matter what he does he can't stop it. it nobody's fault but his own, really. the world doesn't have to cater to his feelings, people just move forward and will leave him behind if he doesn't follow. he doesn't resent anyone but himself for being like this. since the day he was born, jinyoung has always felt lonely. he was not rejected, he was decently popular even, but he could never shake off this heavy, suffocating sense of emptiness.

people always get bored, then they leave.

he knows he's not as entertaining as these younger contestants clapping and cheering for everyone, laughing along and chatting whenever the stage is empty. jinyoung observes, he analyzes, a mere bystander as the rest of the world marches on. names start being called, but he doesn't expect his own to come out in the beginning. the parks are closer to the end. after showing off his versatility, he can only expect to move forward, but he might not have made any impression. there's never a safe way to tell besides having faith in his own talent. he's not surprised, however, when he hears 'park jinyoung', just as he wasn't when he got his callback audition. will this resolve fade as the show gets harder, jinyoung can't tell for now. if he's meant to go home, he'll leave quietly, without making any waves.

after filming ends and they are allowed to go home, he is probably the first to leave the set. he doesn't wait for yugyeom, as they haven't spoken all day and jinyoung isn't sure of his plans after. he is more likely to go out with his friends than go home right away, which the older understands. yugyeom is outgoing, he's social, and so enthusiastic about this competition while all jinyoung wants is to find mina. he calls his mother on the way home too, as she wanted to be the first to know if he got through. she's ecstatic, though she keeps telling him she knew he would blow them away. jinyoung's heart swells upon hearing this. she knows he worries too much, he takes after her. mina is still waiting for him when he comes back, as the supportive girlfriend she's been since the beginning. he looks at her sparkling eyes and tender smile, and he once again thinks about how he doesn't deserve her. she loves him so much, and is so caring. sometimes he feels as though he's her whole world and it used to be a lot of pressure for him, to have another person depend on him so much. but mina is even more solid than he is when the people she loves crumble down. she's a soothing presence, and the lighthouse guiding him through his inner darkness. she congratulates him, and they don't do much else beside cuddling on the couch until it's time to sleep.

the song choice appears evident as soon as birthday comes on shuffle in his playlist. he can thank yien for this one, as he never turns down his recommendations. the idol knows a lot of music jinyoung hasn't explored, or wouldn't without some guidance and he's never disappointed whenever he gets a new addition to his playlist. he relates to the lyrics a lot more than he wants to. taken literally, the singer talks about being forgotten on his own birthday, but there's a much larger meaning to it. this feeling of loneliness, of going through life backwards because it seems as though no one truly cares or pays attention. and it kills jinyoung to feel like this when he knows there are so many people who want nothing but his well-being and happiness. he should be happy, right? he should smile more, get excited more, and yet he doesn't. there's no explaining it, or if there is, he's never found it.

he goes to work that day, looking at the customers and wondering if everyone's like him. if they still feel lonely when holding their lover's hand, or hugging a friend, or smiling at a complete stranger. he mentions it to jaewon, although too vaguely enough for jaewon to really wonder what's going on underneath the surface. they jokingly talk about how much life sucks at times, and even more when you have to work at a café to pay the bills. they both aspire to much greater things, and maybe jaewon more than him has almost given up on them now. jinyoung tries to hold on, after all, he's still twenty-two years old, his life is far from being over yet.

he arrives the next week with a heavy heart, and a lump in his throat. he's been practicing all week, in between breaks at work, or in the middle of the night when he couldn't sleep. he feels bad letting mina hear him sing it; he knows she'll be sad that he keeps these emotions buried inside, but the sole fact that he lets her into these private, darker thoughts means that he trusts her more than he trusts most people. he lets very few people in, and the rest can only scratch the surface of his soul. whether it's a good or bad thing, jinyoung doesn't care. he wouldn't feel any less lonely with more friends.

they are once again brought in the studio where a stage awaits them, but with fewer seats this time. jinyoung looks over at yugyeom and the people by his side. he just can't bring himself to join them. yugyeom's his brother, sometimes more so than he is a friend, and so jinyoung lets him have his own friendships without intefering with that part of his life. they're so loud anyway, as are most of the contestants. it turns him off. sia gestures for him to come over to where she is sitting with a couple friends, most of them the same as last week. he decides it can't hurt to sit with at least one familiar face. as for the rest well, he could always strike a conversation if he ever feels the need to. he ends up very close to changbin, who left quite the impression last week with his self-produced rap. they both nod to each other, then nothing after that for a long time. he talks to sia briefly, too, both asking how their week has been, and he claps more loudly for her than he does other people when it's her turn to go on stage to perform.

he definitely feels lonely.

he looks around him, expression neutral, very focused on the performances but never really letting any emotion through. there's no way for the camera to capture his thoughts. in fact, he looks more like a still image than he does a living, breathing person, save for the rare blinks here and there to prove that he is, indeed, alive. the singers go first, and due to his name jinyoung is the sixteenth contestant to perform. it doesn't bother him. the placement doesn't matter, only the skill does, but there's still a feeling of restlessness as they all pass on stage, some doing amazingly well, deserving louder claps from jinyoung and some being disappointing, only earning a few spared claps.

"next up is park jinyoung, please come forward."

he breathes in, breathes out. will it be like this every week? his fate relying solely on five people who might not even grow to like him. some could say they're the most capable of judging talent but jinyoung feels otherwise. he's worth more than nods and 'thank you, you can go back to your seat's. but they're sitting up there, and he's down here.

as usual, polite park jinyoung bows to the judges and both sides of the stage where the contestants are watching him from. "i'll be singing birthday by rad museum. thank you for listening." he says.

today is not his birthday. but the feeling isn't any different. he's nobody. and they're about to get a glimpse of park jinyoung's demons.

From now on I’m not going to meet with anyone ever Don’t worry too much I never die Is it because I’m wasted? Oh I get so drunk I said I was leaving, but the place I wind up is the playground by my house

the song starts very slowly, and he sings the first part acapella, hand on the microphone instead of the guitar now strapped around him. eyes closed, lips brushed against the microphone, the words come out seamlessly, gently. he means every single one of them. don't worry too much about him, he doesn't want to die. at least not anymore. he won't disappear, he won't really leave, but part of him still wishes that he did. not to get away from people, but to get away from himself, and the pressure he puts himself through each day.

The day I was born Nobody knows The day I was born Nobody knows my birthday I feel so blue

from the chorus, his fingers start to strum the chords of his guitar and jinyoung moves his head along to the beat, feeling it right to his core. it's not about how nobody knows his birthday, but more about how nobody truly knows him. and so few people really care to pry enough to see what's inside. he doesn't talk much, and they rarely ask.

he feels so blue.

Morning sunshine, so long This city’s neon sign, so long My life is so long And it’s difficult I hate this day that finds me every year

he looks at the five ceos, grooving along to the music, then closes his eyes again. it's a very intimate song, at least to him, and he hopes they'll feel just how deeply meaningful it is through the way he delivers the lines and feels every beat. it's a very different style than the one he's done last week, so they can see for themselves that he can tackle more than one style. and that he deserves more than to be put in one category.

The day I was born Nobody knows The day I was born Nobody knows my birthday I feel so blue

Nobody knows what day today was Today’s my birthday Feels like a waste to just let it go by I want to party

the bridge isn't as sorrowful, there's a glimpse of hope in the way he says he doesn't want to let the day go to waste. to jinyoung, it's his whole life he wants to make worthwhile. he could accomplish great things and actually enjoy them if he just lets himself get rid of his shackles.

The day I was born Nobody knows The day I was born Nobody knows my birthday I feel so blue

the singing stops and at the same time, the music he's been playing. he takes a deep breath, giving himself a few seconds to get back to reality. he gets so involved in whatever he sings that he often ends up unable to get his mind off of these feelings for a while. he goes back to his seat and doesn't talk to anyone until after the next performance, which funnily enough happens to be junhee.

changbin speaks to him then, telling him he enjoyed his performance, to which jinyoung replies a very short "thank you, you did quite well yourself last week." it's obvious that there's a lot of awkwardness between them, not because they don't get along, but just because that's how they are. it took them everything to actually acknowledge each other and now that it's done, the conversation died as quickly as it came to life. all that's missing are these quirky edits korean shows make, of both the boys inside huge blocks of ice. that's how cold the silence feels.

jinyoung pays a special attention to yugyeom once the dancers' round begins, as while he has confidence in the younger's talent he just hopes he won't mess up. it would be such a shame if yugyeom were to go home because of a stupid mistake, and as a big brother he can't help but feel responsible for him. but thankfully he does very well, and jinyoung breathes with a little more ease once the dancer is safely back to his seat.

just like this the main event comes to an end, and they're once again met with an uncertain future in the competition.

what will he tell mina when he comes home tonight?

#rkmga5 #rkmga5skill #.solo #rkkmn #yienrk #rkjjwon #rksihyeon #rkkyg #rkxbin #junheerk #(vague reference to singers performances but too vague to tag) #did i shamelessly used a video for ootd purposes? yes #couldn't find a good pic SO

[brittysaucefanfic]

Acting is Easy, Loving is Harder

Summary: 

A new live action sci-fi/ fantasy show has been cast, Voltron. 

Included in the cast is the famous actresses Allura and Pidge, the famous actors Takashi ‘Shiro’ Shirogane and Keith Kogane, the famous chef Hunk Garrett, and the famous music artist Lance McClain. Throwing these five A-list celebrities onto one show can only come to one of three things. Beautiful Chaos, Painful Chaos, or Both. 

Throw in a romance, and a bad first meeting for some(two), and now you just spell out trouble.

Part 1 

(Next)(AU)(AO3)

VOLTRON CHAT ROOM

anon1: Did you guys hear about the cast for Voltron!? 

anon2: Uh duh!!! Allura, my queen, is in THE HOUSE BABY!

anon3: What about that mysterious guy, Keith? He’s so hot!

anon1: Nah, Lance is where the money is at! 

anon4: Do you think they’ll really show LGBT rep??? 

anon2: God I hope so! Coran hasn’t let us down yet!

anon3: Not to mention half the cast is somewhere on the LGBTQ+ spectrum.

anon1: Like our favorite soldier Shiro! I can’t wait to see the show! 

anon4: Gah can you imagine!??? Allura, Pidge and Lance in one show!!!!!?????? The sheer feminine power in one place, I’m

anon2: You know you put Lance in that group too right?

anon4: Tell me you can’t take one look at McClain and NOT see absolute female power?

anon2: You right tho

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INTERVIEW EXCERPT

Interviewer: Voltron has taken over social media, and the cast has only just been announced! I’m here today with one of said cast members. Welcome Lance!

Lance: Thanks, glad to be here. 

Interviewer: Is there anything you can reveal to us about the show?

Lance: *chuckles* Sorry darling, my lips are sealed on that front. 

Interviewer: Oh surely there must be something you can share? How about one of the most posed questions in the media? Will there truly be LGBT representation?

Lance: I can’t say much, but as far as we know for the time being, there will be a side romance for sure.

Interviewer: How about your costars? How do you feel about working with so many powerful stars?

Lance: I’m excited, I think we all are. Hunk and I know each other already, and I practically worship Shiro and Allura. I haven’t had the chance to meet Pidge or Keith, and I met Coran once, at auditions, but I have a good feeling about this show.

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Lance is in his element, soaking up the love of his fans.

Ever since the cast reveal, his popularity had skyrocketed. It's now the last show of his world tour, and then he's off to the set to start filming. Technically, the filming started two weeks ago, but he worked things out with Coran, his cast director. The others are only shooting scenes Lance isn't in, or are unimportant.

Lance smiles to the mirror.

He's really made it. No more will he be struggling to get by on his music doing covers and party performances. He's hit the big time, even getting to do his own world tour! And at every concert, his crowds just keep getting bigger and bigger.

He just has to do one last show.

Lance is pumped, ready to make this the best concert ever. He's going all in on this one, and he owes all of his help to his manager, Plaxum. Weird name, yes, but she's good at what she does. Lance checks his outfit one last time as he tries to settle his nerves. 

His eyes are done with a dramatic eyeliner, and he’s dressed in a fancy metallic suit jacket, blue with silver stars sparkling across the fabric. His shirt is a simple black button up, with the top three buttons open and loose. His pants are just a simple pair of black skinny jeans, the stretchy kind.

Lance dances out his nerves, stretching his body and getting his heart pumping. He’ll be doing a lot of dancing and moving tonight, because he wanted this show to be perfect. Don’t want to pull a muscle. 

There’s a knock at the door, and with a rush of chaos, he’s on the platform that’ll raise him to the stage. They give him a pair of earplugs and a wireless microphone, then Plaxum squeezes between the stage hands to pat him on the back and wish him luck. He barely hears it over the roar of the crowd, and they aren’t even screaming yet. 

With one last thumbs up, the above lights shut off. 

Lance stands into his beginning pose, his back to the crowd and head up. His shoulders roll back naturally and his feet spread apart to stabilize him. The lights above ease back on as his band starts with his first song, something upbeat and slightly repetitive. 

The roar of the crowd turns into a deafening scream and Lance eases in his second earpiece with a smile. 

The first song goes off without a hitch, and his adrenaline is pumping. His lips ache from how much he’s smiling as he takes a moment to address the crowd before song number two. It’s a full set for him, eighteen songs with two encores planned. His voice is sure to be wrecked on his way to the Voltron set. 

He does four songs in a row after song two, and with each one the crowd screams louder at him.

He pauses to talk some and get his breath back. And get some water, because the stage is burning up from all the lights. He catches sight of himself on one of the big screens and he almost winces at his sweaty face. His eyeliner is still on point though, thank God. 

“Thank you guys! Wow! There’s so many people here, it’s crazy!” Lance says, giving a little squeal for the crowd, who are screaming right back at him. He runs a hand through his hair, smiling as he waves at the fans. He reads out a few posters, and laughs as he sees one that calls him ‘daddy’, his face red. When his breath is back to normal, he starts singing once more. 

It’s crazy.

The crowd is huge, bigger than he’s ever seen at his own concerts. He does a slow song and the darkness beyond the stage lights up like the night sky. It’s breathtaking really, exhilarating. Who knew he would be here, with such a big turn out? Who knew those grueling years trying hard just find a gig at a sleazy bar would bring him here? Who knew he would be so famous? He stops to talk again after song eleven.

“You guys have been wonderful! This next song, it hits home for me, so forgive me if my voice breaks. When it came out, it helped me through my bisexual crises-” He’s cut off by another roaring scream and he laughs. “Hell yeah! Power to the gays! Anyways, it helped me in my rough times, so I hope it helps you too. I know it’s hard to accept yourself sometimes, but I’m here for you all.” And then he starts singing This is Me from The Greatest Showman. 

He throws everything into it. 

Lance starts out the song soft, soulful, his eyes closed as the words seem to rip themselves from his very core, standing still for the first time since he started the concert. Then on the first chorus he starts gliding slowly forward to the end of the stage. When the second verse starts, he freezes again, one hand gripping his shirt tight. 

His backup dancers, who have all been standing in various crouched poses, like they’re in critical pain, stand up and starts doing the exact dance from the show. Lance backs up as the chorus starts again and joins them, dancing with harsh enthusiasm. He and the dancers do the entire routine, and then when the beat drops after ‘I make no apologies’ he launches himself off the stage in a frontflip. 

Plaxum hated that part in rehearsals. 

He starts dancing the routine through the crowd, who are all screaming in his face and reaching out to touch him. He kisses the hand of a pretty girl before starting in on the bridge.

He makes it back to the stage when the music stops, hopping up with the help of a backup dancer. The rest are all frozen, reaching for the ground in a high crouch. Lance walks through them as he sings the slow part, his voice cracking on ‘this is brave’. When the first beat drops his dancers hit their knees, and when the music starts they all stand and throw their arms out like they’re going to embrace someone, Lance whipping around to match them. 

They finish the song with a proverbial bang as the lights go out. 

He does two more of his own songs, then does an onstage costume change while the lights are out. He changes into a sparkly blue tank top, with knee high leather boots and a fedora. It’s a small relief on his skin to change. 

When the lights go up again, he lets the crowd do their screaming. Then jumps into a cover of Shakira’s She-Wolf, changing all the female pronouns to male, and making the cover extremely gay. The fans went wild when he showed the world he had Shakira’s hips. 

On his last song, before the encores, he trips. 

Lance rolls with it, literally, using the forward momentum to go into a roll and then pops back up on his feet. All without missing a single beat or lyric. After the song he talks to the fans.

“Did anyone see me trip? No? Good let’s keep it that way, because it didn’t happen. Whatsoever.” Lance says and the entire crowd erupts into a roar of laughter. Lance smiles as he thanks the fans for coming to see him. When the lights go out, he does another quick on stage costume change. He forgoes a shirt all together. 

He also kicks off his shoes, and just does his last two songs barefoot and shirtless. 

In other words, his concert was amazing. Plus, he’s trending on twitter, with a very nice picture of him mid song of an encore. He’s barely clothed, in nothing but a pair of tight skinny jeans, and a fedora. Right before he walks off stage he thanks the fans one last time and then tells them to look out for him in a new show called Voltron.

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The Anatomy of Melancholy, 11

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Updated 2019.01.29. (Minor name tweaks.) PTSD episode tw

Melancholy set down his coffee cup, and swallowed while he continued fidgeting with his Pipboy. Thus far nothing had spurred him to really acquaint himself with the nuances of its dials and buttons, and he sat there in the pharmacy break room skimming the lead-yellow, wrist-bound instrument’s menus in half-boredom, half-interest. The calibration of its global positioning system seemed reliable, as he presumed of its itemized annotation of the user’s vital statistics. The wrist-cuff padding contained sensitive diagnostic features which monitored the user’s vitals. Neither of these preliminary tabs of the menu seemed pertinent before. He knew his way to Concord and Lexington from Sanctuary, even on foot, and he felt more and more like the Pipboy would never correctly diagnose his critical condition from what limited scope of statistics it could scan.

There is no medical precedent for what is happening to you, Mister Carey, he told himself with a wry disinterest. I simply know you’re falling apart.

The third story bathrooms still had one in-tact mirror, the only left in the place he’d found yet. One page in the health section listed diagnostic returns of features he’d already learned of in this way: the device could not pinpoint what had oddly cataracted his hazel eyes, a shock of white now streaked his greying hair, and vitiligo mottled his jawline and various parts of his right and back sides where cryogenesis had, in its own way, frostbitten him. Another sub-menu in the health tab piqued his brow a moment: in the few weeks he’d worn the device, it had already inferred a rather detailed itinerary of his core proficiency and skills. On yet another sub-menu, the Pipboy let him know it knew of all the addictions he’d racked up in the same few weeks. He flipped tabs with a grunt, and bit his lower lip.

Since it seemed at first glance they required access to a terminal port for keyboard entry in order to be most useful, he skipped over tabs which looked useful for maintaining inventory invoices and for organizing correspondences. The last tab on the menu list queued up a series of local radio signals the Pipboy could pick up, and 'Choly’s hollowed eyes glazed. He set down his glasses on the table to look it over. Surely, these couldn’t be sophisticated radio stations. How could such things be maintained with the landscape as it had become? Dubious, he flicked the dial down to one whose frequency had been clearly labeled, and selected it: “Diamond City Radio.”

♫ ...and I wonder why everything's the same as it was. I can't understand. No, I can't understand how life goes on the way it does... ♫

“What kind of--” The chemist hushed himself and glared at his Pipboy as he recognized the song in disbelief. “Don’t they know... it’s the end... of the world...”

“Ah! You found some music to fill the place!” Angel stopped its skimming the cabinets to brainstorm meal plans, and came over when it heard its owner whispering along. “The tune’s a bit drab, though, don’t you think?”

The deejay came on, broken and awkward.

“Coming to you from. Ah. The jeweled green... I mean the green, the, ah, Great Green Jewel of the Commonwealth. It's... Diamond City Radio. That was Skeeter Davis. A name I still find confusing. Was I. Ah. The only one surprised that Skeeter Davis is, you know... a woman? Just. Aah. Didn't really sound like a woman's name. Ah-- anyway! Here's a real classic from good old Nat King Cole... ‘Orange Colored Sky.’ It's. It's a good one!”

“Great Green Jewel,” 'Choly repeated as the next song aired. “I wonder if this is just a recorded radio personality, or.”

“Only one way to find out, hm? Where is this Diamond City he mentioned?”

“Someplace in Boston, I’d imagine. I don’t know anyplace that was named that before the bombs fell.” 'Choly took another sip of his coffee and gave his Handy-bot earnest eye contact with its triplicate visual sensors. “Guessing we’ll have to work on becoming road ready sooner than later. It’s just dawned on me--General Atomics was working on cross-compatibility with RobCo in the years leading up to the nuclear exchange. I know the old model struggled with it, but this newer one I nicked in the vault seems capable. Let’s head into the stock room and see if we can’t interface you with my Pipboy. Update your hydraulics calibration, too. You’re far beyond overdue for maintenance, my friend.”

“Stars and garters, yes.” Angel caught up in itself. “Pardon the animation. I’ve simply... been unable to tend to my own upkeep all this time, and--”

“Hey, now,” the chemist grinned, putting his glasses back on. “You remember, don’t you, how much better I felt once I got to bathe after being frozen two hundred years? It’s your turn.”

“I-- Thank you, Sir.”

The tune of Mercer and the Pied Pipers' ‘Personality’ followed them to the next room over.

♫ ...Certain things, like sable coats and wedding rings...? ♫

+ + + + + + + + + +

♫ --The world’s gone mad today, and good’s bad today-- ♫

Like the consequence of a defibrillator, the building drew its first rasps in centuries. While the chemist had spent most of the last two weeks in an unreal soup of chems, the Handy-bot had spent the same time disinterring the back room in the first story, motivated by its recent repairs and recalibrations. Too, the second elevator’s doors on the first story appeared from behind the rubble, though like the other elevator, damage from the neighboring building’s collapse trapped it from access. Angel had shepherded its owner to do the honors, in the optimism that the effort could reinstate full electrical current to the structure. Though many lights and electronics no longer functioned from the combination of nuclear damage and centuries of disrepair, many others previously unaffected by the other floors’ breaker boxes still sprang up and brightened.

A coughing fit overtook him as the air ducts billowed bicentennial dust. The lower half of his face shied into the collar of his dress shirt.

♫ --Just think of those shocks you've got, ♫ ♫ and those knocks you've got-- ♫

“–Maybe this was a bad idea.”

♫ --and those blues you've got, ♫ ♫ from those news you've got-- ♫

“Oh, Sir! Coming right away.” Porting the tangle of bed straps its owner had tied all over it the week before, Angel rounded up behind the awkward cane-synecdoche which ascended the stairwell. “Wouldn’t you rather make use of the harness you outfitted on me? Be careful!”

♫ --and those pains you've got, ♫ ♫ if any brains you've got ♫ ♫ from those little radios-- ♫

The Russian-American had had enough of the Pipboy’s peanut gallery in the moment, and nearly punched it to turn it off. Evacuation to the second story yielded no better ventilation, and ‘Choly reclaimed the wheelchair as he took the elevator to the third story. Anxiety crawled up his body as he recognized the sounds of things inside the walls also stirring afresh. Reality had an unpleasant, rippling echo that late afternoon. Where could he find respite until the air system had evened out? Would the ancient filters yield results? He couldn’t open windows on a building with none. A flurry of draughty haloes refracted his path.

Among these dust-borne glories, he saw the operating light on the other elevator. Testing its soundness would take too long, and he didn’t know how far he could climb the stairs, either by their failing form or his failing function--he had outfitted Angel with the harness so he could ride it, but he hadn’t really practiced balancing on its back in this way, and the thought of urgency necessitating test runs only made his blood heave through his veins harder. He bit his upper lip and squirmed, throat and eyes burning, while he awaited the call button to retrieve the car.

“We left everything out in the kitchen. Dinner is ruined, though I’m sure you might have guessed that.”

“–Least of my worries right now–”

Another coughing fit silenced ‘Choly from voicing his irritation, from having tried to talk. He ground his teeth from inside his shirt and rushed inside, Angel following while he depressed the 'close doors’ button with a rapid desperation. Once shut in, he noticed cleaner air, albeit stale. He wheezed and inspected the operating panel. The elevator could no longer arrive at the first floor, but it could in theory go to the fourth through eighth. It seemed both elevators evaded the dust onslaught. Yet. Maybe…

“Are we to remain in the carriage, Sir? We can have a slumber party! Ha-ha!”

“No. We can’t just stay in here indefinitely.” As he caught his breath, he steeled himself with a sublingual Mentat from his pocket. “What all is still in your storage compartment?”

“Well!” the pale Handy replied in thought, rooting around behind inside itself, “I have your pistols and munitions. Seventy-three 10mm rounds, and twenty-six .38 rounds. A box of deviled eggs and a can of water. Your jumpsuit from the vault. Oh, and that odd cowl you took from that lass in Concord. We can stay in here a little longer, though, right Miss Sir?”

'Choly’s jaw tightened as he stared past the elevator’s wainscoting. He loathed the very notion of donning the vault suit again, even with what few foundations he now had. Paired with Angel’s verbiage glitch, he flinched at the notion, but he loathed even more the idea of staying longer than necessary inside an elevator, especially one of untested reliability.

The chemist leaned forward, and sweated pressing the button for the fourth floor. The elevator’s winch mechanisms groaned but hoisted smoothly otherwise.

“Give me the water. …And the hood.”

Angel complied, and the indicator panel announced their fourth floor arrival with a holographic voice and a bell-ding. ‘Choly panicked when the doors opened, and, frantic, he lunged at the ‘close doors’ button again. He sat, breathing heavy, with the items in his lap. The panic of having to evacuate was blooming into a recurrent theme. To the vault, as the sky threatened to fall. From the vault, as its artificial intelligence warned of impending loss of life-sustaining operations. And now, from the new home he’d begun to fashion for himself. He chastised himself for likening kicking up all this dust to the former situations which had genuinely threatened his life. Still, his head and heart throbbed, shooting pain down his left arm, and he was convinced the only way to quiet himself would be to step foot outside.

“Is… everything all right, Sir?”

The chemist motioned for his Handy-bot to can-open the water for him, and with it he doused the canvas sack hood. Moisture served to enhance its ability to block airborne particulates. He slipped it on and tucked the open can in the back corner of his wheelchair seat, under the cane beside him. The Mentats told him he had bounded upward rather than outward, and his face flushed at the mistake made in his state of alarm, but he did his best to reassure himself that entering the streets of Lexington at night stood to endanger him far worse than some musty air.

“We’re going to be fine,” he lied. “I need the 10mm. And the bullets for it.” It complied, though hesitant. “I’m just grateful there’s no apparent gas leak, Angel. Your thruster would have blown us up.”

“Silver linings, I suppose.” It failed to conceal worry in its intonation.

Melancholy opened the elevator and wheeled out to find a hall to either side rather than a lobby. Damaged fluorescent lighting flickered, and he could see several doors to either side of the elevator, as well as two across from it. Office floors, as he had predicted weeks ago. Having soaked the hood made breathing a heavier ordeal, but the barrier of moisture did as intended. Only one elevator accessed these floors, he noted, as he rolled to each end of the hall. The lone door to the left of the elevator provided access to the roof, it boasted. A breath choked him as he struggled to open the interior door, then the exterior. Angel helped once it grasped the desired effect.

Upon rolling out onto the rough paved roof and into the night air, Melancholy’s jaw slackened. Though the building tucked itself beneath the shadow of a multi-level overpass, across the way lay the Corvega assembly plant. The automotive facility’s iconic saturnesque globe and multitude of smokestacks still boasted to illuminate Lexington’s ruined cityscape. He squinted upward to see that he’d connected enough circuits within the wiring of the Walden Drugs’ pharmacy to light up the billboard sign at the top of it, as well as the sign at the front corner of its lower stories.

He sat back in his chair and caught his breath. Removing the hood, he allowed himself a dry, broken chuckle, and he quaffed at the can of water from beside him. Thoughts lost him as the stress slowly melted, but the sound of quiet commotion garnered his attention. When he looked up, he found humanoid silhouettes on the rooftop of the plant. Adjusting his glasses, he returned their gawking.

“Might we… return inside, Sir? Seems our refurbishment efforts have garnered some unwanted attention.”

“Hey, now. I don’t know if it’s unwanted yet. They might be different from those asses in Concord.”

“BRILLIANT,” one of them yelled sarcastically.

“–I,” he set his water between his knees and cupped his hands to his mouth, “THANKS.”

The group that had gathered gave him an unanimous chuckle, and he smirked to himself a bit.

“I think we’ll have dinner on the roof tonight,” he told Angel, as he turned the radio back on at low volume. The mellow, jazzy brass of Val Bennett’s ‘Soul Survivor’ greeted him, and he melted into his chair a bit with a smile. “Pass over those Yum Yums.”

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Rockabye (3) - Jackson

pairing: jackson x reader rating: mature genre: angst, romance, smut warnings: alcohol mention, ‘exotic’ dancing word count: 2058 summary: life isn’t easy being a single parent, especially such a young one. but you do your best to make him happy and make sure his life is better than yours was, even if that means ‘exotic dancing’. he’s your entire world; the only man you’ll ever need. until you meet a certain idol who changes things almost as much as your son did.

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The workshop is sufficiently awkward for the first 20 minutes, until you forget who you’re teaching the choreography to. Your focus is more on the music and the dance and making sure everyone’s got it. It’s a relatively easy routine, one that can definitely be learned in two hours. By the end, you’re happy with how everyone is doing.

“Alright, good job everyone! Thanks for stopping by, and remember everyone’s always welcome!” You hug and wave off some of your regulars before grabbing a towel and dabbing your neck and face.

Jackson and the group of guys he came in with are gathering their things slowly when you hear, “So, how do you know Jackson?”

You turn around, mid sip of your water bottle, to find the boy with white-blond hair—Bambam, you’re pretty sure—looking at you expectantly.

“Um—”

“She’s friends with Henry. We saw her last night when we went out,” Jackson steps into the conversation before you can think of something. You give him a nod in thanks for coming up with something so quickly. You guess him going to a strip club isn’t exactly something you should talk about.

“Ohh, you were at the club with the dancers?” Bambam asks you.

“Bambam—” Jackson starts, but since it looks like he’s mentioned it already, you figure it isn’t a secret.

“Actually, I’m one of the dancers,” you supply, and you see Mark choke on his water in your peripheral. Jackson shoots him a look.

“So, you can dance on the pole? That looks so awesome. And really hard,” Yugyeom steps in and asks. You remember he was one of the better dancers of the group, catching on really quickly.

You nod and smile. “Yeah, I can. Takes a lot of core strength and practice, but it’s fun.”

One of the others—Youngjae—starts teasing Jackson. “Oh, did she dance for you?”

“For his friends. Jackson was a gentleman.” You glance at Jackson, smiling briefly at him. “Um, anyway, thanks again for coming by, guys. The next class will be starting soon, so we should probably head out.”

You gather your things and start heading out to the reception area. Yugyeom asks you about attending classes when his schedule allows, and you like how excited he seems about it. You’re giving him your info when you hear a screeching child.

Grayson is booking towards you when you turn, and your face lights up. “Mommy, mommy, mommy!!”

You bend down and scoop him up, peppering kisses all over his face as he giggles. You see Hana at the door of the studio smiling and waving to you.

“Mommy?” You hear behind you, and then one of the boys laughing. It stops abruptly at the sound of a smack.

“Hey, baby. Did you and Hana have a good time together?”

“Yeah, we went to the park! I fell off the slide and got this!” He shows you a scrape on his elbow.

“Oh, wow! You’re so tough, buddy.” You give it a kiss.

“Who are they?” Grayson points to the boys behind you, and you turn around and put him down.

“They came in for my dance class today, baby. Say hi and introduce yourself.”

“Hi, my name is Grayson! I’m 5 years old, and I wanna be a dancer like mommy!”

You laugh and ruffle his hair. He’s always been a talker and a charmer. The boys introduce themselves, and Grayson shows off some of his dance moves. It’s safe to say he’s won their hearts already, especially Jackson, who is crouching down and talking with him.

“Hey, we’re going to head back to the dorm,” Jaebum tells Jackson.

“We’ll meet you there,” Mark replies, giving him a nod and waving the rest of the guys off.

You stand up a bit straighter, wondering why Mark stayed behind, too. Hana gives you a confused look before stepping forward. “Hey, G, you want to go watch Miss Kim’s dance class?”

“Yeah!!” He yells, and you remind him about inside voices. He whisper-yells, “Yeah!” before running off with Hana.

“I’ll come, too.” Mark ends up following them, not before giving Jackson a wink.

Jackson stands and clears his throat, giving you a smile. “He’s cute.”

“Thanks,” you smile wide, looking after him as he runs off. When you look back at Jackson, he averts his eyes like he’s been caught staring. You suppress a grin. “Mark knows, doesn’t he?”

Jackson purses his lips together and looks embarrassed as he answers you. “Yeah… He’s my best friend. I had to brag to him about meeting this gorgeous, funny, smart girl who also gave me a lap dance.”

You do laugh then, hand moving to cover your mouth. When you stop, you ask, “You think I’m funny and smart?”

“And gorgeous,” he adds.

“Oh, I know that.”

He beams at you, and it’s such a beautiful smile that you can’t look away.

Bringing a hand up to rub at his neck, he shifts on his feet. “Um, so… your other job: you do it for him?”

Although a bit taken aback by the question, he doesn’t sound judgmental at all, so you aren’t offended. “I used to, yeah. Believe it or not, it’s actually a fun job 95% of the time. My coworkers are great girls, my boss is understanding, and yeah, I have creepy customers every now and then, but the good outweighs the bad.”

He nods, a smile on his lips again and a look in his gaze that almost reads as understanding. “What’s the saying? ‘If you find something you love to do, you won’t work a day in your life.’?”

“Exactly.”

There’s a moment where the two of you just stare at each other like blushing idiots, until Mark makes a reappearance from the hallway.

“Hey, JB just texted me. JYP wants to see us about some scheduling stuff. We gotta head out.” He turns to you and offers a bright smile. He’s honestly precious. “It was good meeting you, Y/N. I’m sure I’ll be seeing you around.” He walks past Jackson and out the door, but not before yelling back to Jackson. “Don’t forget to get her number, idiot!”

Jackson groans, and you chuckle and roll your eyes playfully. You just met Mark, but you like him already.

“I’m free for texting, talking, FaceTiming, dance lessons, and general fun having,” you say, holding out your hand expectantly. He chuckles as he hands his phone to you to enter your number. “Private dances are gonna cost you, though.” You wink at him before entering your info and taking a dorky selfie for the contact picture.

“There. All set.” You hand the phone back, and he pockets it, giving you a smile.

“I’ll talk to you soon, then?” He asks, backing up towards the door.

“That’s up to you.”

“Right.” Jackson ends up backing into the door. He laughs and opens it. “Bye, Y/N.”

“Bye, Jackson.”

When the coast is clear, and he’s out of sight, you lean against the wall and let out a sigh, unable to get rid of the ridiculous smile on your face. Your phone buzzes in your pocket, and you pull it out to see a text from an unfamiliar number.

Hey.

You grin and text back.

That was quick.

Wanted to make sure you had my number, too.

I do now. Prepare yourself for outdated memes at 3 in the morning.

Oh no, not you, too. How do I block numbers?

Who already sends you memes?

Bambam and Youngjae. It’s the worst.

I’ll be sure to up my game, then.

I regret this immediately.

No, you don’t.

No. I don’t.

Grayson and Hana come back, and Grayson taps on the screen, typing nonsense. You lock it before it sends anything and scoop him up as he squeals in delight.

“Who’s hungry for ice cream?”

“Me, me, me, me, me!!!”

--

You and Jackson text more often than you thought. You know he has a busy schedule, especially with their upcoming comeback, but he still manages to reply to you, even if it is 3am. A few weeks go by, and you’re itching to see him again. You can’t help but feel giddy at the thought of hanging out with him, just you and him, hopefully doing something that isn’t work related. Not that you don’t enjoy dancing, but there isn’t much room to really talk and get to know each other.

Swallowing your nervousness, you shoot him a text, asking if he’s free for coffee. It’s relatively early in the day, so he could very well be busy, but you ask anyway.

Jackson replies an hour later.

Hey, sorry. I was in the studio. Let me shower, and I’ll meet you in 30. Sound good?

Biting your lip, you try to not pull up that mental image as you type back.

Sure thing. See you there.

You send him the address of a quaint little café you love going to with Grayson, usually after your dance lessons. It’s small and mostly quiet, so you figure it’s a great place to talk. You grab your bag, filled with your outfits and make-up for work tonight and head out the door.

When you see him walk into the café, you smile and wave him over to the table you’ve acquired in the corner. He waves back and hurries over, sitting down in the comfy chair next to yours.

“Hey,” he says, a big smile on his lips.

“Hey,” you reply with a matching smile, and you two don’t notice that someone has walked up to you both until she clears her throat.

“Your coffee, miss,” the girl says and sets it down on the table in front of you.

“Oh! Sorry. Thank you.” Well, that’s embarrassing…

Jackson grins, holding back a laugh, and stands. “I’m gonna go order something. Be right back.”

He comes back a few minutes later with a coffee and a snack, and sits back down. You’re sipping your coffee as you reply to Hana’s text, then set the phone down and look at him.

“So.”

He quirks a brow. “So.”

“Soooo, tell me about yourself, Mister Super Star.”

Laughing, Jackson responds, “I’d rather talk about you.”

“What about me?”

“What’s your favorite color?”

“Y/F/C. Yours?”

“Black.” You snort. “What? It goes with everything. Favorite food?”

“Y/F/F.”

“Really?”

“Shut up. Don’t judge me. What’s yours?”

“Dim Sum. Or chocolate.”

“And you judge my favorite food.”

“Who said I was judging you?”

The two of you end up laughing and talking for a while. You lose track of time as you both learn new things about each other. It still surprises you how easy it is to talk to him. Whatever qualities he has, the mix of them makes him so unintimidating, that you find yourself oversharing at times. But, he doesn’t seem to mind at all.

You’re both caught up in some story you’re telling, that you jump a little when your phone buzzes loudly on the table.

“Sorry.” You grab it and find a text from one of the girls you work with, as well as an email from your boss.

Dear staff,

I regret to inform you that I am no longer in charge. Due to financial complications, I am stepping down as owner. Thank you for many great years.

Sincerely,

Sang Kyung

You frown at the email, confused at the abruptness of his decision. You go to your messages and read the one from your co-worker. As you read the first one, several more start coming in.

Did you get the email??

Y/N, you have to come in now, it’s chaos

Mr. Sang is in trouble with some people about money idk the whole story

These guys just barged into the dressing room and his office and took over.

Some new guy is apparently taking over the club.

You sit up fully, and Jackson does, too, as he notices your expression.

“Everything okay?”

“I, uh, gotta go. I’m sorry,” you say, standing and shoving your phone in your bag. “I’ll talk to you later,” you give him and wave and run out the door. You don’t mean to be so quick, but you’re nerves kick in and you’re out the door before he can properly say good-bye.

When you finally get into work, you see the chaos your co-worker was telling you about. It isn’t pretty.

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